Considering the staggering amount of votes this one got, here you go!
ok so it’s my sweet sixteen and i took two of my closest friends paintballing. We started off alone with just the three of us. Me and this girl formed a truce so we could take out her brother. He found a building with a roof to shoot from so i was criss crossing and sliding behind shelters.
Long story short with this guy i snuck up behind his building and shot him point blank in the ass while he was climbing a ladder.
Except now his sister is my enemy and a much larger threat.
I criss cross my way back narrowly avoiding being shot. I skid to a stop behind this bush with a really gappy fence and go GOOD ENOUGH BRING IT ON and poke my muzzle through. I cant particularly see but I remembered seeing her in a little chapel window. I aim that general direction and open fire. I immediately hear HIT. When she comes out i see where i hit her. Right between the eyes like I couldnt do that again if I tried. Ill take it.
We’re back at the base ops and these massive dudes come over like “yo wanna join us we need more players” and we’re like “oh ya bud the more the merrier” so we go over and everyone is freaking massive and there’s us three tiny lil teenagers. I over hear they’re a military team and just sigh because i know im dead this is just my luck
Apparently they wanted us so that they could simulate having civilian to protect, who were also armed. (They did a piss poor job of this seriously wtf)
So the game starts and im seperated from my friends. They’re on the opposite team.
Im sticking near the leader and just generally trying not to die. He’s giving me orders as softly and nicely as he can, thinking Im scared. I mean really who wouldnt be?
I wasnt. I was ready to kick butt. When I am silent, be afraid, im planning something.
Next thing i know he’s gone. Shot, running, hiding i dont know and i dont care i gotta move there are way too many heavily armed men in these woods for me to be comfortable
Im trekking through this woodsy area keeping as low as possible because the other team has a freaking sniper and im not dealing with that no thanks im just a tiny teenager leave me alone ok
Im doing my thing and trying to find people to shoot because everyone is mia when i see people ahead.
Not my people.
And they havent seen me yet. Im looking around looking for some decent cover or somewhere to take them by surprise and there is nothing. The entire area is just thistle bushes with massive thorns. And then my idea hits. A wicked, mischievous idea. I grin behind my mask and get ready to lay my trap.
I plop myself down right in the middle of these thistles and army crawl to the path their taking and just lay still.
These guys dont see me.
They’re not expecting someone to be in these bushes cause who is that dumb.
The one dudes boot is an inch from my hand and i spring up and yell SURPRISE before shooting him right in the chest and then the two behind him. Three down, way too many to go. I ran away cackling like a witch
Dont die dont die dont die
I head out again and meet up with some more of my group. They stick me at the back to keep me out of harms way. A valiant, if ineffective effort
Enter enemy attack.
We get split up into two groups to flank them and i end up alone again. I moving slowly, spinning in a slow circled because I am EFFED
I’m a tiny lil sixteen year old girl, all alone, with about 15 guns pointed at me. I was completely surrounded. My comrades who had fled to live and fight another day are now making haste towards me like WHO LEFT THE KID BEHIND HELP HER and im like
hell no i got this
I went absolutely ape shit on their asses.
Shots are flying around me like crazy and everyone is screaming. One of the enemies shouts FALL BACK WHAT THE FU–
I hear one if my partners like HOLY SHIT SHE’S ALIVE
I barrel over one of the attackers and side arm his gun away. I break out from the Circle of Doom and make a mad dash for cover.
I leap into the air and spin to fave them. Im not getting shot in the back I an a WARRIOR
I just start spraying with a battle cry to rattle the heavens
I smack back down to earth and land in a crouch
Every single one of the attackers were shot, usually multiple times, and i didnt get shot once. Frankly no clue how i managed but I am NOT questioning it. Luck or skill I dont care
Eventually it was down to two people. Me and the other teams captain.
He’s a big, scary dude. He had a custom gun that could pop off a frankly alarming amount of shots per second.
The odds arent exactly in my favour.
We find each other right in the middle with trenches and tiny little metal fences for cover. Im walking through like plz dont shoot me i am small be nice
The dude pops up from a trench and starts firing. No mercy here.
I duck behind a fence and it is the most pathetic thing i have ever seen.
I have barely enough room to crouch behind it because it’s so small. The other dude finds a nice big trench and big fence the lucky lil jerk.
So we’re poppin up like weasels trying to get a shot in. I cant hit him, he cant hit me. Up and down and up and down. My fence angles down ever so slightly so im tucked in as tightly as I could. My fence is rattling as shot after shot after shot hits. The shots stop, i poke my muzzle over the edge amd lay down some fire.
And the cycle repeats
I get tired of this little exchange so the next time he goes down i lay on some cover fire and sprint like hell for a near by trench like i am just bookin it thinking dont shoot me dont shoot me imma kill you
i slide in and pop up just as he rises to take a shot. Except im not where he thought id be.
I shot him right in the side of his bald lil head.
So i won. My team legit carried me on their shoulders back to base ops
And that’s the time I, a sixteen year old girl, beat a team of militarily trained behemoths
Witch Tip: How to foresight your next relationship
If you’re single, you probably wonder every so often when your next relationship will happen and how it will go. Asking your deck about your potential next potential significant other can prevent bad surprise and/or heartbreak. With the help of astrology, you can even guess the time range !
First and foremost, you need to be open-minded in your reading and analysis. Don’t do it with *that* specific person in mind, it will rig the whole process, because you might never get back/with that person, and the reading assumes you can.
I believe Time is like a probability tree: depending on your choices, you will get on a different timeline. But it doesn’t mean the timelines can’t reconnect at some point. Your choices aren’t always significant in the big picture and you can’t always escape a situation. Your journey can unfold in a million different ways, but at the end, you’ll reach the same destination.
I highly advise you to record the whole process in a file, it could be helpful later.
Now, here is an example of the reading you can do:
Concerning the time, you can ask your deck if you’re good with time guessing, but my favorite way is to check the sky.
Go to your favorite astrological website, and check your transits + natal chart for today. Where are Venus, Mars and Pluto ? Are they aspecting some of your personal planets ? Is there planets in your 5th, 7th house and 8th house ? (spoilers: if Saturn is transiting your 8th house, it’s gonna be pretty dry for a while)
Now, estimate what next aspects/placements would be meaningful and move forward the chart clock to estimate the right time. These clues includes:
Venus Return (when the transit Venus conjunct your natal Venus)
Venus, Mars, Pluto transiting your 5th, 7th, 8th house
Transit Venus aspecting your natal Moon
Aspects between the natal Venus/Mars and your natal Venus/Mars
Sun transiting your Moon and Venus sign
(don’t mind much the transit moon, it aspects your whole chart every month)
You need to have several clues to truly estimate a period, ex: Venus Return + Transit Moon trine Natal Venus.
Now that you have found a time range, you’ll use the transit of the moon or the sun to get the right day. The trigger can be a new moon, a full moon or the sun/moon aspecting your major clue element.
Note: I avoided a major heartbreak that way. I foresighted it 6 months before. Since I was distant with the guy I met on purpose, on the day I guessed, he got with another girl and dumped her a month later when his ex came back to him. When I learnt it, I was like “OMG it could have been me, OMG I almost got in so much deep shit”.
* I don’t recommend doing foresights if you’re already in a relationship, it could fuck it up
You walked down the hallway of the academic building slowly, the weight of the paper in your bag causing you to drag your feet. Each footstep bringing more and more uncertainty about the next chapter of your life. You noticed that the door to your professor’s office was locked, and a small sigh of relief escaped your lips.
You didn’t want to have to explain to him how all your interviews had turned to dead ends. You didn’t want to have to explain how you were still going to be stuck in this town. Stuck in the memories of the past year when all you wanted to do was move forward. There was nothing that you wanted more than leaving. If he could leave, so could you. But instead you had gotten hired at the coffee shop in which you first met him. Left to repeat the same memories over and over again.
And as you left the building for the last time, you didn’t feel any different. The emptiness that had filled your chest the day he left was still there. You held your phone up to your ear, the familiar number having been dialed like clockwork. “We are sorry, but the number you are trying to reach is no longer in service.” seared through your ears after the first dial tone.
You kicked at a rock while waiting to cross the street. There was no reason for you to continue to call that number. But there was still a large part of you that hoped he would come back. That when you called his voice would saying hello on the other end. But no one had heard from him. Not you. Not the boys. It was like he had erased himself from your universe.
Taehyung crept into your mind during your most vulnerable moments. Like when the sun hit your skin in the middle of the afternoon, reminding you of the hours you would spend sitting next to him in the front seat of his car. Driving the two of you around while blasting old music and singing along so out of tune that everyone else would stare at you from their cars.
You missed him when you couldn’t get a jar open, not because he was strong enough to open them. But because you would hunch over in fits of laughter as you watched him turn red in the face while trying to open it. He wasn’t much of a muscle pig, but you thought his effort was the cutest.
He was in the worn out t-shirt hidden in the back of your closet. A piece of clothing you didn’t know you had until your nose caught the smell of his cologne the first time Mina came over to your apartment to do your laundry since you hadn’t left your bed in weeks. You had her put it down, worried that if she held it for too long you would forget what he smelled like when he held you.
It’s not that bad really, he still remembers his name and that he’s from Konoha he just…doesn’t remember all his friends or anything like that. He doesn’t remember how close he is to all of them. But Kakashi tells them as long as they tell him small stories about their relationships and how it was all like with him.
So Naruto is extremely confused and hardly remembers any of what they tell him, though it strikes a cord in his mind.
Meanwhile Sasuke, who’s devastated at this development, has been avoiding Naruto, but it’s Sakura who pushes him to visit.
And Naruto recognizes him. Not his name, or who he is exactly but he just feels familiar to him.
Everyone decides to leave them alone but Sasuke sits with him and tells him their story. And there’s just so much and Naruto just soaks it right up.
But then while Naruto is sitting there, watching Sasuke tell him everything they’ve been through he just asks,
“Did you love me?”
And Sasuke is frozen because he’s staring at Naruto and Naruto is staring at him and they both know the answer but Sasuke just…can’t say it. Finally, Naruto just mutters,
“Because I think I loved you.”
Sasuke leaves. He avoids Naruto and these feelings because there’s no way Naruto loves him back. There’s no way he could remember loving him because how could someone as bright as Naruto want him?
Of course, Naruto eventually does get his memories back and the first thing he does it find Sasuke. He corners him and looks him straight in the eye.
“You never answered my question.” He says.
“Do I have to?”
“Just please…do you love me?”
And Sasuke can’t lie. He can’t say no because he’s been bottling that up for years. And the smile on Naruto’s face makes it worth it. Especially now they had a new promise of forever
So this story is from my previous job at a thrift store.
There was this old guy who came in and he didn’t speak a lick of English but he was still trying to ask for help finding an item. Asked pretty much every employee and, since none of them could understand him he just kept getting passed to the next person.
Well, finally he got to me and when he asked for the item again I realised that this whole drama could have been avoided if he had come in a day earlier because the one employee who spoke Polish was off that day.
How did i know he spoke Polish? Because I know exactly one word in Polish, Czajniczek. And what was he asking everyone for? Czajniczek. A teapot.
Anyway, he finally gets his teapot and I move on to the next customer. Two days later he comes back in and gives me a really cool present: a hand made apron with lace edged pockets. Polish speaking coworker translates the mutual appreciation between us. Never saw him again but he was the sweetest old man.
Genre/words: Angst, Future Smut/Mature scenes, Arranged Marriage! AU / 10,430 words
Summary: He is the successor of his family’s business empire, and you are the female heir of yours. After the trouble his older brother had created in the past, he now must face certain requirements needed for the sake of the family’s future and to save his rights of inheritance, and you become his only way out. Everything might seem so simple, just the way they are supposed to. But everything isn’t always what it seems, is it?
You’ve been doing a lot of rick and younger reader fics but could you do a younger reader and Daryl fic? Like she’s 18-20 and has either been with the group since the start or could be Ron’s sister in Alexandra (whatever one is easier for you to write) and some nice dirty smut happens? Thanks and love your blog!
Here you go anon, Daryl smut as requested! Hope you enjoy!
Warnings: SMUT, spanking, swearing, unprotected sex
It was getting to the point where I was having internal battles with myself every night. ‘Y/N he’s working on the novel and the newspaper, of course, it’s going to be harder for him to spend time with you’ versus ‘he’s moved on, he’s closer with Betty now, he and Archie are closer too, you’ve lost him, you’re irrelevant’. These were the thoughts that had been consuming my brain for the past couple of weeks. Jug was my best friend, right? Maybe I should text him? Maybe not. I started playing with my pale grey cap, my nervous tick of sorts. Jug could always tell when I was nervous because I would fiddle with the cap “Y/N” he’d say “spill it, you can’t hide anything from me, I can read you like an open book”. Thinking about this little memory was bittersweet. How can someone who’s practically by your side every day suddenly just have no real interest in talking to you? Ever since the murder of Jason Blossom, it really feels like everything in Riverdale has changed.
I glanced at my clock perched on my bedside table, 7:45 pm sigh. Maybe doing some homework will take my mind off all this bullshit, who’s idea was it to put me in advanced algebra anyway? Oh, that’s right my father, who I really wish was here right now and not away on some business trip. Tonight would have to be a lonely one. That’s when I remembered I had Jug’s math textbook, there it was sitting on my desk. I flipped it open and sure enough on the bottom left-hand corner was a small ‘property of Jughead Jones’. Perfect I could use this as an excuse to text him.
Hey Jug, I forgot I had your math textbook? Want me to come drop it over? The two-hour wait to get a reply just built up more and more anger inside of me Hey Y/N, I’m working on an article with Betty right now, could you drop it off to me in the newsroom in free period tomorrow? This was it, this was fucking it, oh I would take his textbook to him tomorrow and I would also confront him about this whole thing, that’s what I’d do straight up ask him why I was suddenly dead weight, I’ve had his guys back for so many years and now I’m just nothing, I won’t have it. Will do I sent back, cool calm and collected and then I was going to give him a piece of my mind tomorrow.
Getting ready for school was never a difficult task for me, I pretty much did the same thing everyday. My Y/H/C was tied into a ponytail with the front strands falling onto my face framing it. I put on my classic ripped boyfriend jeans and a black t-shirt, accompanied by my army jacket. To finish off my classic look I added my signature grey cap and put on my favourite dark grey lipstick. I wasn’t the girliest of girls, that was for sure, but everyone seemed to identify me by my style and in this I found comfort. After giving myself the once over in the mirror I grabbed Jug’s textbook from my desk, shoving it into my bag and I set off for school.
The day dragged on and on, I had a tonne of classes with Kevin and Ronnie today so it was nice to hang out with them for a change. This was of course until Kevin pulled the “I haven’t seen you and Jughead together in a while, what happened you two are usually joined at the hip?” line “You guys are my otp, I hope there’s no trouble in paradise” Veronica added. “Ronnie we’re not dating, why does everyone always think that and honestly, I don’t know, I guess he’s been too busy with this whole novel and newspaper thing to remember me as well” I replied giving my best interpretation of a fake smile. Veronica and Kevin gave me sympathetic looks.
As the bell rang, signaling our release I was packing my things together when Veronica grabbed my arm. “Y/N you need to tell Jug how you feel, I don’t know if you’ve even admitted it to yourself yet but it’s pretty obvious you’re in love with him, I can see how much not seeing him is hurting you and I think it’s best if you face this head on” I was so taken aback by this, I mean for years I’ve always had people ask if Jug and I were dating but no one had been this blatant with me. Was she right?, No he’s my best friend, I couldn’t be in love with him no way. I let out an awkward laugh “I don’t love Jughead, we’re just friends” It came out so defensive that Veronica raised both her eyebrows and folded her arms “the fact that you’re being so defensive about this just further proves my point” She said in a sing-song voice. “I gotta go Ronnie” I replied standing up from my seat and walking out the classroom “I only say this cause’ I care” she yelled after me.
Making my way towards the newsroom, I’d never felt so nervous in my life, like get a grip girlie it was just your friend, surely this whole not speaking to me thing was just, not even a big deal and I was hyping it all up. I was still going to have a go at him though because he was angry when Archie ditched him and now he’s okay with doing it to me? Not on my watch.
I had the math book in my hand as I was walking up to the door of the newsroom, I had my best ‘pissed off face’ going on I was ready.
I had my hand almost on the doorknob when I took a quick glance through the doors glass window. That was when my stomach fell, my jaw dropped and my heart involuntarily shattered. It was just a glimpse that’s all I could allow myself to watch, but inside that dusty old newsroom was one Jughead Jones kissing Elizabeth Cooper. The feelings hit me like a truck, and then everything went numb.
I didn’t know what to do so without giving any sign I was there I dropped the math book and ran, I ran out of the school I ran past pops and all the way home. By this time the tears were free falling, I couldn’t stop it and I didn’t care. Once I was in the safety of being inside my house with the door locked I gave in to my emotions and just slid down to the floor.
Wow, I felt so stupid and so naive, why didn’t I see this coming, it all made perfect sense now. I guess this was me also coming to terms with the fact that as usual Ronnie was right, I was painfully in love with Jug and now I was too late to ever do anything about it.
The more I sat there and thought about it the more I came to realise that this was my fault. I held Jug up to this crazy high standard and just assumed it would always be him and me at the end of the day. I had sacrificed so much to hang out with him, to keep my “image”, I avoided making too many other friends, I avoided parties, extracurricular activities you name it I wasn’t a part of it. Now it was all going to change, it had to change. Maybe this was the wake-up call I needed. I had to work on myself, be better, be stronger. Most of all this needed to happen because this meant I could quite literally not be around Jughead anymore, I think seeing or talking to him would make me cry, something the new me will NOT be doing.
I picked myself up off the floor and headed to the bathroom to wash my face. “Get a grip Y/N, ” I told myself staring into the mirror. It’s like as soon as I come to terms with the feelings I think I may have had for years, I have to immediately try to get rid of them. I think this was a coping mechanism for me, and I think the reason I’ve never let myself admit that I had feelings for him before was because I fear rejection so much so very much, and I had to do what I knew would keep him around and that was to continue to be his friend. Well, little girl it’s time to grow up.
And what’s the best way to look more mature and confident, change your style. From what I’ve witnessed from the media, what you wear can have a profound impact on how people view you. This is what I had to do first, get rid of the “old me” look. This meant bye grey cap, bye dark lipstick ( I mean what was I even trying to do with that? Look like a corpse?) (oh wow corpse jokes really funny, maybe a bit too real in light of recent circumstances.) And also a very big goodbye to my jeans and army jacket, that would have to go too.
Looking through my closet it was apparent I didn’t have much to work with, I would definitely have to go shopping this weekend, I’ll bring Ronnie and Kevin along, they know fashion and are probably more than willing to help me out. AH HUH eureka! The dress I’ve been looking for! About two months ago I bought this really nice burgundy skater dress that I was planning to wear on a summer trip away, but when that got cancelled I never really had an excuse to wear it, until now. It showed a lot of leg, which I was surprisingly pretty comfortable with. The thought of people seeing me in this tomorrow made me feel a mixture of excitement and nausea.
The next thing that would change was the hair; no more would it be hidden by a cap and just randomly pulled back behind my face. I would wear it down and give it a curl. I think that would give me a nice elegant edge. God, I really don’t think anyone’s even going to recognise me tomorrow, kinda funny really. The next thing I had to do was go on to the school website and look for an extracurricular I would be willing to do. Hopefully, this would be a good way to make new friends and keep me busy.
I went and grabbed my laptop from my desk, as I did this I heard my phone vibrate, which meant I had a message. The name that made the screen light up made my heart skip a few beats, it was from Jug Hey, I just found my math book outside the newsroom? Why did you leave it there and not come inside? SIGH, reading that was like a knife to my chest, I immediately deleted the message, this may be immature but I needed time, I can’t bring myself to talk to him and if he can do it to me I can sure as hell do it to him.
Shaking those thoughts away I was brought back to the task at hand. Logging onto the schools web page I found the list of extracurricular activities going on at Riverdale high. Chess club? Pass. Girl’s soccer? Hard pass. Mathletes? No way in hell. Come on there has to be something here. After fifteen minutes of looking to no avail I scrolled past the extracurricular activities. Eventually I saw an ad posted by the she-devil herself Cheryl Blossom, apparently, one of the river vixens had broken her ankle and a new vixen was needed immediately, auditions were tomorrow after school. Hmm, could I do this? Maybe I could? The old me would never dream of being a cheerleader but the new me, maybe she could. You know what, fuck it. It was decided, I caught myself slightly smiling as I clicked ‘attend’ on the event. It felt like a breath of fresh air, tomorrow I would walk into school confident and new. I was going to cure my own broken heart. I just hoped a run in with Jughead wouldn’t make it all come crashing down.
Summary: Your dreams of kissing your small town life goodbye are about to come true when an unexpected detour leaves you stranded. Meeting the handsome local mechanic has you rethinking your plans. Perhaps happiness is less about where you’re headed and more about the people you meet along the way.
A/N: Holy bananas, you guys. Once I started writing this part, I got carried away and I’m probably extending this fic by a few parts. heh. I’m so in love with this story, and that’s probably why! I really hope you are too. Any thoughts and feedback are appreciated! I love you all!! :)
“Try the Boysenberry Pie while you’re there. Even for breakfast, it really hits the spot.”
Taking a few steps backward, you gave him a smile, “I’ll do that,” then turning to walk away.“Oh, Y/N!” you heard him call after you and you whirled in place, surprised.
“Keys. I need your keys.”
You laughed, shaking your head, “Right. Sorry.” Digging into your purse followed by a toss of the keys, he caught them out of the air before you headed in the direction of the diner once again.
A bell above the door jangled lightly as you entered the diner, the smell of hot grease hitting your nose. Straight ahead there was a counter with barstools, a view of the kitchen behind it. To both your left and right along the wall lined with windows, there were built-in booths with splitting vinyl cushions and spotted formica-covered tables.
The waitress behind the counter spoke, drawing your attention. “Hey, sweetie. Take a seat wherever you like, I’ll be with you in a jiffy.”
“Okay,” you responded with a tight smile.
Choosing a booth, you dropped your bag and sat down. You looked around, seeing only 2 other customers currently sitting at the counter with coffee mugs in their hands. Moments later, a pretty redhead approached, wearing a sleeveless button-up flowered shirt and jeans under the apron around her waist. Bright red lipstick painted her lips as she talked to what looked like a regular customer. Probably a local.
Summery: Okay so in this imagine you are a pretty big actor who has made quite a few movies. You’re pretty famous and well known. A HUGE fan of Spiderman and Tom Holland, which Ellen knows. Little do you know that Tom is a huge fanboy of you as well. So, Ellen decided to play matchmaker and see if she can make her two guests fall in love.
Key: (Y/N)= Your name (Y/L/N) = your last name (C/F/N)=Celebrity friend name (S/N) =Ship Name (O/C/F) =other celebrity friend
You pace back and forth in your dressing room, trying your best to calm your nerves before going on live television. This isn’t he first time you will have been on television, but it is the first time you’ll be on the Ellen show.
You had met Ellen at the last Emmy awards and you two had gotten along quite well, even becoming friends.
The blonde invited you to be on the show after she saw the trailer for your latest film “Falling For a Lost Cause” about making the most out of life and love. It was kind of ironic how you played in a dramatic love story and yet had nobody for yourself to love. Well, romantically that is.
Unless you count your obsession over Tom Holland.
You had been a huge Spiderman fan ever since you were younger when you used to steal your brother’s comic books, and now that they’d come out with another reboot of the movie, you could honestly say you were in love. Toby and Andrew had also taken a toll on you as you spent countless night dreaming about them, but when Tom Holland was announced as the new web slinging hero, you fell head over heels. It may have been due to the fact that he was closer in age than the other two, or maybe it was the way his chocolate brown orbs could make you melt.
You had almost met him once. You were invited to the Doctor Strange premiere and saw the man of your dreams doing an interview, being his nerdy self.
When your close friend (C/F/N) finally pushed you to talk to him (and I literally mean she shoved you into him) you bumped into him rather hard and stumbled, losing your footing and pulling Tom down with you while others froze, watching the embarrassing ordeal.
Immediately you began spitting out apologies, stumbling over your words and turning a bright shade of red to match the shade you were pretty sure matched Tom’s as people helped you to your feet.
As you stood up, Tom said nothing as he stared at you, frozen and making you more embarrassed. You remember thinking ‘oh god, he hates me’ before literally running away.
You booked it down the red carpet, going past interviews and other celebrities before you hid behind your other friend (O/C/F), the whole night making sure that you wouldn’t see Tom Holland again.
The next morning your twitter feed was filled with clips of the embarrassing night before. As well as the many people commenting (S/N) anywhere they could.
You shake your head as you recall the embarrassing memory from over 6 months ago, stopping your pacing and plopping down on the couch, smoothing out the white robe you had on that you’d be removing to change into the black dress hanging up.
Deciding to kill time and get your mind off things, you change into the tight long sleeve black dress and your black strap on heels when you hear a knock on the door.
As you put in your right earring, grabbing your left, you head to the door.
Curiously, you turn the handle and peer out to see who you recognized as Andy, with a headset on and an embarrassed look on his face. “Oh hey,” you smiled, putting in your other earring as you opened you door further, now seeing a camera crew behind the average man.
“Uh hey to you too?” you said to the cameras suspiciously. “Andy right?” you asked as you shook the man’s hand. He nodded “yep, and you’re (Y/N) (Y/L/N) right?” he asked sarcastically. You laughed slightly, “Yuppo, that’s me,” you say in a slightly off voice and immediately scolding yourself mentally or your weirdness afterwords.
Andy however, laughs and you cringe, “Sorry I don’t know why I did that,” you giggle, “That was weird.” you laugh with Andy as he shakes his head, “No, you’re fine. Ellen just wants a word with you before the show.” he explains and you nod suspiciously, “a word with me?” you ask and Andy nods, “And a camera crew?” you ask, knowing Ellen is planning something.
“She wants to document it, for memories.” he says not convincing you in the least. “Uh huh,” you nod suspiciously as Andy begins walking away.
"Should I be scared?“ You ask the camera, to which the man holding it only smiles, "Come on man,” you laugh, following Andy, “Give me a hint,” you whisper shout making the cameraman smile once more, “Ugh you are no help.” you groan, trudging after Andy down a few halls.
Stopping, you take off your heels to ease the pain in the balls of your feet, running to catch up with Andy as he stops in front of a room. “Is this the part where you murder me?” you joke as Andy stays straight faced, answering by opening the door.
“Andy?” you ask, a chill going up your spine, as you step into the room. “Are you actually going to murder me?” you ask, your smile dropping as Andy closes the door suddenly, trapping you inside.
Your eyes widen as you rush to the door, hitting the wood “Andy!” you exclaim, hearing nobody on the other side.
You groan turning around sliding down the door. “Ugh,” you say, before seeing a camera on the far wall. Suddenly your blood runs cold, “Ellen if you scare me I swear I’ll die!” you warn, standing up and pacing the room, stopping before another hidden camera.
“I’m genuinely afraid right now,” you laugh slightly before you hear the door open behind you.
You almost turn around before you hear a voice you recognize, “Wait in there?” the British accent speaks, and you freeze, immedietly knowing who it is. “Nah mate, I feel like she’s gonna jump out at me.” Tom speaks once more and you almost laugh as you hear his footsteps stumble into the room and hear the door slam once more.
You glare at the camera in front of you, shaking your head angrily at Ellen who was most likely watching.
Then you heard Tom speak again, “Uh, miss?” he spoke uncertainly and you made a face, not wanting to address him and have him remember you. “Do you know why I’m in here?” he asks, his voice getting closer.
You turn around slowly, eyes trained on the floor as you try not to make eye contact, “I know about as much as you do,” you sigh, finally making yourself look up at Tom.
Oh God, why did he have to look so good. His hair was slicked and he was wearing a t-shirt and Denim jeans. He probably hadn’t changed for the show yet.
You had no idea he would be on the show today, if you did you would have been a lot more nervous.
As you studied him, you noticed that he froze, his eyes trained on you as he stood tense, a light pink dusting his features.
He probably was remembering the last time you saw him, when you completely embarrassed him.
You smiled shyly as he broke out into a huge grin, his mouth hanging open, “Y-you’re (Y/N) (Y/L/N)!” he exclaimed, his arms making a huge gesture.
You furrowed your brows as he stared at you, “Yeah?” you said uncertainly as Tom exploded with energy, pacing around the room with his hands messing up his hair excitedly, the smile never leaving his face, “O-oh my God!” he exclaimed, “I am just such a huge fan.” he explained, coming up and grabbing your hand to shake it quite quickly, “I love you in (M/T) and (O/M/T) just,” he sighed, reminiscing, “Absolutely amazing!” he explained, going on and about you and how much of a fan he was.
To say you were shocked would be an understatement. This man you were practically in love with, whom you thought hated you, was a complete fanboy!
Finally, not being able to stay silent anymore, you exploded, “Me? You like me?” you asked in astonishment, your eyes wide as you stared him up and down, “I am like your biggest fan!” you exclaimed, “Y-you’re just so talented and funny.” you went on, “I cried when I watched the impossible, and I NEVER cry…besides Disney movies…” you mumble as you continued to compliment Tom and his work.
He stood there starstruck until you finally said, “and I thought you hated me after I embarrassed you on the red carpet,” to which Tom furrowed his brows, “What? no!” he disagreed, “Yeah!” you exclaim, “I mean, I pulled you to the ground in front of millions of viewers and to be fair you didn’t even say a word to me–"
"That’s because I was star struck!” he interrupts, “and you ran off before I could introduce myself. I found it quite funny actually,” he laughed with you, “Ugh. Well you know me, trying to avoid embarrassing encounters only by making them more awkward,” you face palmed.
Tom laughed mumbling something under his breath you couldn’t quite make out.
“Oh and don’t even get me started on Spiderman,” you exclaim as Tom’s head shoots up, “I mean, I love him so much it’s not even funny.” you laugh as Tom smiles widely, “No way, YOU love Spiderman?” he asks you and you nod obviously, giving him a “duh” face.
“I love Spiderman too!” he exclaims, “What are the odds?” he says sarcastically as you laugh with him.
Finally your laughter dies down and you realize you were still trapped in this room, and the show should start in 20 minutes.
“How are we gonna get out?” you say suddenly, both of your eyes widening.
Just then, you hear a voice all too familiar on the com on the right side of the room, “I’ll let you out if you kiss,” Ellen’s voice breaks through, causing your eyes to widen and face to turn to a shade resembling a tomato.
You hear her snickers before the com cuts off and you cough awkwardly, not even daring to spare Tom a glance, “Come on Ellen,” You groan, giving Tom an awkward smile, in which he returns shyly.
After what seems like forever, but was most likely just a few minutes, Tom’s stomach growls, causing you to laugh and gasp, “Ellen, we got a starving boy in here!” You exclaim as Tom begins to laugh, “What kind of monster traps someone in a room with no food!” You laugh with Tom as he kicks the ground with his foot.
About ten seconds later, a box slides under the small space under the door. Immediately, you rush to the box, pulling it out the rest of the way and jumping with glee.
Tom walks over curiously, “What is it?” He asks before I open the box, smiling even wider before I answer, “The cure to everything,” I sigh, “Aka, pizza.” I laugh as Tom groans teasingly, “I call first slice,” You declare, pulling out a slice and shoving it into your mouth.
You look over at Tom who’s eyes are wide with shock, “What?” You ask though a mouthful of cheesy goodness, “We’re trapped in here and you’re worried about getting the first slice?” He asks astonished. You glare at him teasingly, “You got something against pizza?” You ask as Tom immedietly widens his chocolate orbs and raises his hands in defense, “I didn’t say that,” he declares as you level a playful glare at him, “Good, I almost had to kill you for a second.” Tom giggled, actually giggled, “Well, we can’t have that now can we?” he laughs and you laugh with him, handing him the pizza box as he takes out a slice.
The two of you sit there in silence, eating pizza and sharing awkward glances, both resulting in blushing and looking down at the floor.
“The show starts in 15 minutes and I haven’t even gone to wardrobe,” he throws his head back and groans once more. You laugh at him, “After eating this greasy goodness, I need to get my makeup redone.” You sigh, “Guess we’re both in trouble,”
Tom mumbles something under his breath you can’t quite make out as you turn to him curiously, “What?” You ask and Tom looks at you in embarrassment, as if he was hoping you didn’t hear him. “S-sorry, no it was stupid…forget it.” he said too quickly, his eyes darting back to the floor.
You furrowed your brows, “No, I didn’t hear you, what was it?” you asked, genuinely curious as Tom looked up from the floor at you shyly, a pink dusting his cheeks, “I…er,” he mumbled, rubbing the back of his neck nervously, making you smile at his shyness, “I, um, I said maybe we should just do it…” he trailed off as you smiled at him, your cheeks turning bright red.
“You mean kiss?” You ask, immedietly getting nervous and twiddling your thumbs. “Yeah…” Tom said, now seeming certain and determined as his eyes bore into mine.
“I-I mean unless you don’t want to we could just–” You interrupt him, placing your right hand on the back of his neck and pulling his face towards yours to press your lips onto his.
As soon as your tender flesh meets, Tom’s hand goes to your waist, pulling you impossibly close as your hand goes up to mess with his dark curls which were so much softer than you’d imagined.
The kiss was hungry and passionate and needy. neither of you wanted to break away as the door opened.
Finally you forced yourself to pull your lips from his, out of breath as Tom smiled at you slightly, his eyes wide, “Tastes like pizza,” he mumbles before Ellen and a camera crew come barging in, the blonde laughing hysterically, her face red as she stares at the two of you in shock, with mischief in her eye.
You had no time to be embarrassed as the crew dragged you and Tom away to your wardrobes where hair and makeup were waiting for you.
As they dolled you up, fixed your hair and rearranged your outfit, you sat in shock, not believing what just happened. You just kissed your celebrity crush, and he kissed you back.
You touched your lips chastely as you recalled his lips that were once there, on yours…
A/N: Part two will be what happens when the show actually starts and Ellen shows the audience your guys’ footage. It may even lead to a relationship.
A/N: Look who finally finished part 11! But also real talk though, seeing a professional doesn’t make you weak or lesser as a
person. BUT not all types of help work for everyone and I strongly
encourage anyone going through stuff to find a way of support and recovery that
works for them. Take care of yourself, you guys <3
You’d been hunched over your desk, absorbed in your work when a knock at the door pulled you out of your thoughts. Leaning back in your chair, you set down your pen and listened. The knock sounded again and you called out to FRIDAY, letting Sam in.
He’d been visiting you regularly over the past few days and as he entered the room you noticed the disapproving look he threw you. You weren’t surprised; you knew exactly why he was upset. He hated it when you buried yourself in work, yet there you were doing just that: anything to distract yourself.
You let out a small sigh and closed the binder in front of you, turning to face the older man.
“Hey.” You greeted, voice hoarse from lack of use.
“Hey,” he replied. “How are you doing?”
Sam took a seat on the edge of your bed and you shrugged. There was a pause and you opened your mouth to speak, but Sam beat you to it.
“Seriously, I’m trying to work here and I’m not in the mood for your shenanigans,” Yoongi said, waving you away from him while you were trying to kiss him.
Not in the mood for your shenanigans. Those words rang in your ears and you could feel the heat rising to your face. It had been quite a while since you and your boyfriend had been intimate, and this was the third time in a week that he had rejected your advances because he was too tired, too busy and not in the mood.
“Yoongi, what is with you? We haven’t had sex in almost three weeks and you’re always turning me down when I try. Are you sick of me or something?”
“Quit being dramatic. I was traveling for two of those weeks.”
“So what that you were traveling?! Normally, you are ready to jump on top of me the minute you get home from traveling, but you’ve been home for a week and there’s been nothing, absolutely nothing! Are you cheating on me?!” You could hear your voice rising with your frustration and anger.
Reasoning: Honestly bands aren’t acknowledged enough in the Kpop world, not that there are many to begin with. They are an extremely talented group. And Hongki’s voice is amazing. It’s so unique and different. You really need to listen to him.
Reasoning: Seriously I feel like so much could have been avoided had U-Kiss had more popularity. I mean I won’t talk about all the member line up changes and stuff here but honestly I think things would have turned out better for U-Kiss if people didn’t sleep on them all the time. Their vocals were/are really good and their songs are good too. [Well maybe not so much their earlier stuff but you know..]
Reasoning: Seriously if you are still sleeping on Beast/Highlight…I don’t know what to say to you. Amazing songs, amazing talent like….what else could you want. Sadly Beast is no longer Beast and now only 5 members but in my heart Beast is still Beast and I’ll forever be a Beauty.
Reasoning: UGH WHY SLEEP ON INFINITE!!!??? They are amazing, all members can sing well. They are literally known for their synchronization. Their songs are amazing. Like what is there not to like? And all their personalities are different so I promise there will be one that you like. Also check out their non title songs as well. I swear that list of fave songs is so long like I can’t even put them all on there. LOVE INFINITE I’M BEGGING YOU! Also check out their sub units: Infinite H, Infinite F, and Sunggyu’s solo albums and Woohyun’s solo album.
Reasoning: Well….have you heard of them? I honestly happened to just stumble upon them and fell in love with them. Sadly their sales are pretty much shit in Korea and so they mostly promote and release songs in Japan which unfortunately are not as much of my taste. I like that one that I listed. But their Japanese singles don’t fit them as well as their more manly Korean ones. But whatever money talks and they do what sales. That’s why you won’t see them promoting much in Korea.Sigh….if only they were more popular.
Reasoning: Honestly has anyone even heard of them? Do you know them? Most people don’t. Except maybe now with Hyunsik making waves in the acting world. But still….they are relatively unknown. Unfortunately they are on hiatus, there was a statement that the group disbanded but members themselves have said that’s not true. So maybe when they eventually come back more people will know of them.
Reasoning: Truthfully they are much more popular than most that will be on this complete list. But they honestly don’t get the amount of recognition they truly deserve. They are so talented; Sandeul and Jinyoung’s voices are so beautiful. CNU and Gongchan are talented as well despite not being the main vocals. Baro’s rapping is great as well. Their songs are all amazing and a lot of them are upbeat and cute and playful and I love it. They are so adorable you should honestly listen to and love them.
Reasoning: Boyfriend is one of the most looked over 3rd generation idol groups. [that’s debatable but in my own little system they are 3rd generation] Anyway point is they aren’t very popular, you hardly ever see them on any variety shows, they haven’t even had a proper comeback since 2015. Their company screws them over and has basically thrown them in the basement not to see light of day while they focus on their other more popular groups. Someone support Boyfriend please omg!
Reasoning: Have you heard of them? Probably not. They aren’t very popular, aren’t promoted well. And basically no one hears of them. But I really like their songs and they are really talented so you should at least give them a chance.
Reasoning; I’ll be honest I’m not like stanning them in the sense that I know their names or personalities or anything like that. But I do enjoy their music and when they do come out with new stuff I always make sure to check it out. You should too. Honestly they deserve more popularity.
Reasoning: I swear no one has heard of them, they are never on any shows. I seriously only know one member because I’ve only ever seen them on one show. So I haven’t really got to know them. But what I do know is they are talented and I like their music so you should listen to them.
Reasoning: Seriously BTOB gets mistreated and underrated all the time. Even some music shows don’t like to have them because of their unpopularity. It’s so ridiculous I just don’t understand why they aren’t popular. They are adorable and cute and sweet and talented. They are versatile too. Originally being a normal kpop group but they have transformed into an absolute beautiful ballad/pop group. Honestly they are amazing you should love them. Everyone should love them.
What she means:
I'm so confused why Brendon and Ryan couldn't just literally come out and say Ryden was real. I mean, now, Ryan really misses Brendon and acts like he's his ex that he still loves, and Brendon's dodging his name like old timers in fandom drama. I also don't understand how Brendon could pretend he wasn't writing a hundred songs about Ryan and not make it obvious. Come on, I mean, "How I missed yesterday, how I let it fade away", "Being blue is better than being over it", "There's no sunshine, there's no you and me". Brendon and Ryan were so perfect for each other. And how come he only recently came out as sexually fluid? What happened in capetown so many years ago? Why does Brendon pretend like nothing ever happened, when he has totally kissed him, worn his shirts, his ties, his guitar strap the post-split performance, held up a sign that says "Ryden Exists" in big capital letters. There are pictures proving it! Also why Ryan flew to New York to Seattle just to see him so they could celebrate Ryan's birthday, without telling his girlfriend or anyone else. Ryan said "He's my boy. Always will be." In a tweet and never let him completely go. Does Brendon still love Ryan? Will they ever confront each other again? What did Ryan do? Why did they try to cover up the fact that She Had The World, When The Day Met The Night, and Northern Downpour were about their love? Were they scared what their fans would do? Why is Brendon so avoiding of Ryan's name? What could he have possibly done for it to be so terrible even talk about him for that long? Why can't we know what happened in capetown? Ryan told Brendon so much and almost loved him, while Brendon was obviously head over heels for him? Why are we left in the dark, aimlessly wandering, searching for an answer in this dark continuum that we may never find? Did something that wasn't consented both ways happen romantically? I know Ryden was real. I just know it. There's too much proof to not realize it. If you showed someone who had no idea what Ryden was or who they were a picture of them, they would immediately assume they were dating. Also, their Twitters. Ryan and Brendon were very close on Twitter, and they couldn't have done a better job of acting as gay as possible. Brallon, also. Do people think that this is some kind of replacement? I feel like Brendon just wanted to be all cute with Dallon to try and replace what he had with Ryan. This may or may not be true, but it's what I think. I can tell Brendon still misses Ryan and loves him deep down in his heart, and Ryan has the exact same feelings. I feel that I will always wonder as I lay in my bed late at night... "What happened in capetown... And why?"
Because I have been thinking about Tim coming ‘back to life’ for six months and after this post I had to finally write out what I have been thinking. I worked on this for a pretty long time and am very happy so. Please enjoy.
Tim’s lungs burn. He’s not sure if it’s from the fight or the feel of breathing in real air for the first time in…he doesn’t know. There was never a way to keep count of time beyond the growth of his hair. It is longer now, enough to be in his eyes, enough so when the wind picks up on the skyscrapers of Gotham it whips along with it.
He is trying hard to breathe. He is panting. His body aches, limbs heavy from gravity alone with bruises swelling under his too-hot uniform, with cuts slashed out making his skin sing with pain. Much of the fabric is stained dark with blood, his gloves are slick with it. His entire body is shaking.
Summary: Bucky finally confesses his love for the (fem) reader.
Word Count: 1056
A/N: i havent written anything in 2 months so this could easily be the #worst thing ive ever written but i lowkey just wanted to write something and i love confessions.
Pairings: bucky x reader (duh)
Currently you were sat next to Bucky on one of the many balconies the Stark Tower had. It was a nice place to sit and relax. There something calming about listening to the hustle and bustle of the city below while feeling a slight breeze, it was this atmosphere that you craved the most in your times of stress. Bucky and you sat in silence as both of you weren’t the biggest of talkers and perhaps that’s why you were both so drawn to each other. After a particularly loud ambulance sound that came from below, Bucky hung his head down and took a deep breath before looking up again.
“I love you, Y/N” Bucky said, breaking the comfortable silence that had surrounded the two of you.
“You don’t have to say anything back” Bucky continued, ignoring the shocked look on your face. Your heart was racing since this was a moment you were sure only existed in your dreams. Bucky took your surprise as an indication of rejection and let out a deep sigh before standing up.
“I just wanted to let you know” Bucky whispered as he closed his eyes before walking away. You hadn’t even heard anything he said after he told you he loved you because your heart was beating so fast you were sure he could hear it and the thoughts in your head were running around loudly.
“Shit,” you muttered when you heard the door close and finally noticed that Bucky was no longer sitting beside you. Cursing to yourself you got up and went back into the compound.
Hello there, Mallu here. I'm sorry, but I was wondering if you have any headcanon on both Sirius/Remus raising Harry. Please? ♡
Hiii! Sorry that this is so so late, but I have so many headcannons on this!
- Of course at first it was so difficult and heart breaking that Remus and Sirius had to raise Harry
- In the beginning when Lily and James were still alive, Remus would do everything he could to avoid holding Harry or having any type of interaction with him
- Not because he didn’t love him, he did! So so much!
- He was just an awkward bean who didn’t know how to react around a child.
- When he did have to hold him or talk to him, he’d always act as if he was talking to an adult who understood
- “So … what did you think of the hypothesis that Martha Carrington proposed on the use of Devil Snare dew droplets to heal burn marks caused by fiendfyre?” *gurgles* “That’s an excellent point, Harry.”
- Sirius was the complete opposite.
- He wanted to be holding Harry 24/7 - to the point he practically moved in with Lily and James just so he could play with him on demand.
- He would always use a baby voice to talk to him and pretend he knew exactly what the baby was saying back.
- “Goo goo gaa gaa Harry!” “*Gurgles*” “He said he likes me more than you, Prongs!” “That’s blasphemy! You tell him you don’t, Harry!” “*Gurgles*” “He said you suck, Prongsy old chap!” “*Gasps* I can’t believe my own son would say this!”
- Sirius always tried to get Harry to say “Padfoot” and bet James that that would be his first word.
- Imagine his shock, annoyance, yet pure joy when his first word turned out to be “Moony”
- But after James and Lily died, their roles almost became reverse.
- At first, Remus was always holding Harry.
- It was like he was too afraid to put him down.
- Sirius became a little distant.
- He knew he was a great godfather, but to suddenly have to be a parent?
- It was nearly too much.
- But they soon settled into parenthood and took to it like a house on fire.
- Every bedtime, the three of them would climb into Harry’s bed - Harry under the duvet and tucked into Remus side, and Padfoot curled up at the bottom of the bed by his feet.
- Remus would read both his boys a bedtime story until Harry fell asleep, then he’d go downstairs and tidy up the mess of the house and wait for Sirius to sneak out without waking Harry
- Every Sunday, the three of them would go out on a walk along the meadow near the small cottage they lived to stretch their legs, let Padfoot have a run, and to just generally get away from reality for a few hours.
- After the walk, they would apparate to Florean Fortescue’s Ice Cream Parlour to treat Harry to a chocolate and raspberry flavoured sundae with chopped nuts just because.
- Harry definitely developed his Fathers Marauding skills and would constantly push the boundaries to see what he could get away with and couldn’t
- And lets be honest, there wasn’t much he couldn’t get away with.
- The three of them would pretend that Remus was the strict parent, but he was just as bad as Sirius for letting Harry get away with shit.
- They used to have pranking wars between them.
- Sirius and Harry would team up and prank Remus with silly ideas like a bucket of water over the door that falls off and soaks him when he walks through
- Then Remus and Harry would team up and prank Sirius with much more elaborate plans like hexing the bathroom mirror to sing off key Elton John song’s every time Sirius has a shower.
- Harry absolutely loved living with his uncles, but still always asked about his Mum and Dad and what they were like.
- At first, Remus and Sirius were too sad to talk about them, but soon realised that Harry needed to hear about them constantly so he’d never forget them.
- One afternoon when Harry was five, the three of them built a pillow fort in the living room and curled up together looking through photo albums that Remus had made and some photo albums that were salvaged from the Potter household.
- They didn’t have many photos of Lily when she was a child (because even though they asked Petunia for them, she out right refused to give them), but they had plenty of her from Hogwarts since she and Remus were best friend’s since first year.
- Harry asked loads of questions, and Sirius and Remus (with watery eyes) answered every one.
- Then they turned the page to the last photo that was taken of them.
- “Look! It’s me!” Harry exclaimed, looking down at the photo of his parents holding him as a baby, kissing his cheeks and smiling brightly.
- That’s when Harry burst out crying and Remus and Sirius joined him.
- They snuggled up to Harry and pulled a blanket around them and fell asleep knowing that Lily and James would be watching over them.
- Sometimes when Sirius and Remus were going to bed, they would hear Harry talking to himself in his room.
- They would push the door open slightly and see he was sat on his window seat staring out the window telling Lily and James all about his day and how they were all doing okay, and how he would look after his Padda and Moony.
- Those nights they would wonder how the two of them managed to raise such a sweet and caring boy, and would happily cry themselves to sleep.
- When it was the full moon, Harry would spend the night at Molly Weasley’s playing with his best friend Ron.
- Harry knew all about Remus being a werewolf since he was little and had a little wolfie teddy bear that he had since birth (as well as a doe, stag and dog teddy bear.)
- ((Padfoot ripped the head off the rat teddy bear he had after the Potters were killed))
- Harry would always tell Remus before he left for the Weasley’s that he was going to take good care of wolfie so Remus was going to be taken care of too.
- The morning’s after the full moon when Harry came back, he would always carefully climb up on the bed and boop Remus on the nose to wake him up with a bright smile and a cuddle.
- Sirius would follow in with a breakfast tray full of bacon, scrambled eggs and toast.
- They would get under the covers and eat in bed whilst Harry told them all about his time at the Weasley’s.
- Although they wished for Lily and James to be there, they were family and they all loved each other very much.
I’m gonna stop now cause I could go on forever. I love Raising Harry!au <3
Hi could I have an imagine please?? Where the reader and either Monty or zach are secret cuddle buddies (like friends with benefits but for cuddles) and the boy develops feelings and avoids the reader so she confront him at school in front of his friends who don’t even know they talk and then it ends kinda fluffy kinda sexy? Not smut just not too cheesy! Thanks!!
author’s note: Sorry this is kinda late? i was quite out of it and i really need to sleep now but i hope this is any good!! aaaaa I don’t know how sexy I could turn this into?? I hope my ~sadness~ didn’t get much in the way (mainly i hope i didn’t disappoint hahahahaahkjasjd) i hope you enjoy it! hope i didn’t mess anything up!!!! it’s also quite long but i feel like i tried to shorten it up a bit. a mess. i apologize. /also i was the only one to read it so if any english mistakes,, again,, i apologize/
I entered the school, trying to keep my small self-cheering
to myself and walking with a teeny smile on my face. I greeted the kids I know,
some greeted me back some just nodded at my existence, but none of that really
bothered me. No, nothing could possibly bother me lately.
I was happy, is it too cheesy to say that?
Recently it is felt as if teenagers can’t feel happy, only
stress and worry on their minds. Occasionally depressed, but it is the youth,
mood swings are totally acceptable, which is how adults completely ignore any
kind of scream of help coming from their children. With all the pressure coming
at us, whether it’s socially with all the high standards or it’s school, which
has really not any kind of low standards and you have to want, not need, but
want to achieve a full score on anything.
But out of all the odds, I was happy. After everything that
has been going on, being a little selfish and having a dot of happiness is what
I went on and passed down the halls, getting to my locker
and opening it. I felt a presence behind me but I brushed it off since tons of
kids are walking there, but turned around when someone coughed and touched my
shoulder to get my attention.
A/N: OMG! I finally posted something after several days. I am so busy in these days, mostly now that I am having my training period. I am so happy to finally post an imagine, because I missed writing so much. I hope to find more time to write more and I will try my bestto get through my prompt requests.
Anyways, thank you for your support and I love to talk with some of you. If you want to talk to me, don’t hesitate to do so. I am happy to have new friends. Thank you so much and I love you all, really. Hope you enjoy this imagine. Thank you.
P.S.: I still don’t accept part two requests for my prompt imagines as I am still drowning in requests. Sorry.
"Zach, what is your problem?” You ran as fast as you could as you tried to cope with your boyfriend’s long steps, also avoiding people along your way. He was so tall that his steps were the double of yours and you practically needed to walk-run to be able to walk with him. “Zach, talk to me!” You sighed as you felt the shortness of your breath. “Zachary Dempsey!” You belted out, using your voice as loud as you could and it caused for an echo to be heard along the hallway.
“Fuck off, (Y/N)! I don’t need you.” Zach suddenly stopped as he faced you. He had his eyebrows furrowed, but you also saw some hints of sadness and pity in his eyes. He was hurting you with his words and he perfectly knew that you couldn’t handle your fights and discussions, mostly when you are in a public place.
“What the hell is happening to you?” You bravely asked him, holding your tears back. You wanted to show him that you were fearless, that you weren’t scared of him, of his damn heartbreaking words. “Tell me!"
"I hate you!” Zach fearlessly stated, making people look at the two of you. If your were brave, he was braver and you knew that it wasn’t the Zach that you met and had a relationship with. “I don’t love you anymore, (Y/N).” You suddenly felt your tears falling as they wet your red burning cheeks, some needles continuously and pitilessly poking your heart.
“No, you don’t hate me.” You slowly shook your head. You were dumbfounded for the things that Zach has been saying and you suddenly felt a tight knot in your stomach and a heavy weight in your chest.
Your relationship with Zach was going in a perfect way, but, suddenly, the straw broke the camel’s back and you didn’t know what happened to it.
You honestly couldn’t believe his words. He has always made you feel loved and wanted and he was acting otherwise. Zach was a sweet guy and he would hurt anybody just to protect you, but he was the one who was hurting you this time.
“I do!” He said and you noticed that his voice cracked a little bit. You couldn’t understand why he was doing such thing. “I really do."
"What have I done, Zach?” You asked him in a languish tone, obviously hurting for the happening in that moment. “Why do you hate me that much?"
"You,” He started as he fiddled with his backpack’s strap. “you are too perfect for me and I hate you for that.” His voice was fierce, showing the bravery that he had inside him, but you knew Zach. He was never that prideful, he would never go against you, he would never use that tone with you.
“What the hell?” You furrowed your eyebrows as he complimented you but hated you at the same time. The chaos in your head caused you a severe migraine: headache and nausea fighting inside of your body. “Zach, are you out of your mind?"
"No, (Y/N). I didn’t want you.” He spat out as if he was being tortured by someone. He was faking everything, because you knew that Zach would never do that. He was blurring things out, things that he didn’t even thought of, but he was obliged to say them.
“You did and you still do, Zach!” Tears uncontrollably fell down from your eyes. You were lucky to have Zach and you couldn’t accept the fact that he was destroying you at that moment. “In these months, you made me feel worthy, happy and important."
"Illusions!” He shouted and you noticed that there was a big crowd watching the whole scene. You felt a little bit stressed out, because it was a private thing but everybody was observing you: gossiping and judging your relationship with Zach.
“Illusions?” You shook your head and wiped off your tears from your cheeks with the back of your hand. Your make up was smudged all around your face, but you couldn’t care enough, it was your last thought during that time. Your pride took your senses and you shouted as you were already full of Zach’s shit.
“Yes, illusions.” He looked straight into your eyes, emotionlessly as he threw you his shit in your teeth.
“What the hell?” You couldn’t understand him and you heard nothing but the rumours that travel from the people around you. You were surrounded by the people and they found your show amazing and entertaining.
“Get over it, (Y/N).” He meant your relationship, for sure. “I just wanted you for my lusts.” His gaze suddenly fell on the floor and he couldn’t consider you straightly in your eyes. You heard people cheering and shouting, but Zach heard your heart falling into pieces. After all, you’ve been together for months, three months to be exact, and he knew when you have your resentments or problems.
“No, you didn’t. We’ve always made love, Zach, and you have always said me that you loved me. They weren’t just some ordinary sex sessions, weren’t they?” You forcefully said as your voice was slowly fading. You were having a hard time to deal with the emotions that you were feeling and you were almost caving in.
“We had sex, (Y/N),” He neared his face towards you and he whispered in your ear. “sex.”
“Fuck you, Zach.” You pushed him away and he really crossed your line. Your tears streamed down your face as you sobbed uninterruptedly. “Fuck you.” You tightened your fist as you felt useless and you were angry at yourself for letting yourself in, for being a victim of the heartless and asshole jocks of your high school.
“Bye.” Zach greeted you as you saw some tears falling from his brown almond-shaped eyes. He turned his back and he started to walk away from you, pushing the people out of his way.
“Fuck you, Dempsey!” You shouted as loud as you could and you saw that he stopped in the middle of the hallway to talk to Bryce. The people’s presence around you faded and you didn’t mind them as the world stopped between you, Zach and Bryce.
“You finally did it, Dempsey!” Bryce shouted cheerfully, teasing you as he searched for your face in the crowd. “Take the money.” He handed Zach some paper bills and you realized what Zach has done and what he didn’t want to do.
“Fuck off, Bryce.” You heard Zach sobbing and he pushed Bryce’s hand away, rejecting the money that he was offering. Obviously, still feeling bad for what he has done.
You watched them from afar, crowd disappearing slowly, and that was when you realized that you were just a bet. A bet that Zach shouldn’t have done, but he did and he just hurt you and your feelings. He let you feel that you were the luckiest girl in the world, but then he wrecked you all at once. He destroyed and knocked you down. You were blinded by the love that you had for him and you didn’t notice that he conquered you to step on your ego and knock you down.
You noticed that he was hurting you against his will, but the bond with his friends was more important than the relationship he had with you.
Who would’ve noticed you, after all? No one, except when they needed to put some bet on you. It sucked, didn’t it? Of course, it did.