stop confusing your imagination for how it really is

Day 1: My room turned into a ocean. I swear I found fishes and sharks swarming into my lungs. Or maybe that was the remains of you trying not to escape but desperately needing to
Day 2: You weren’t at school today and I should’ve been happy, I was more sad
Day 3: I thought I was ready to move on, then I saw you with her.
Day 4: We haven’t spoken in days now. My mind thinks its being shoved off a cliff.
Day 5: I wish it would just hit the bottom
Day 6: This will be the first weekend we dont hang out. I know you’ll be seeing her and I know youll be smiling without me. I’m trying hard to learn how to too
Day 7: I asked you for help on a history assignment and you replied with “Ask Amber im busy”. I texted back: “Tell Emma I said hi”
Day 8: You posted a video with her on the only social media site you have. When I saw it I erupted. I spewed lava every where, oh god its every where
Day 9: My mom made me sleep next to her on the couch. She was afraid I would try and do something like I did two years ago when another guy tore up my heart. I actually had thought about it
Day 10: I slept in your sweatshirt one last time so i can feel myself engulfed in you. I know you wanted them back so I had to feel you and smell you one last time.
Day 11: I gave you all of your stuff back and you thought I looked like a warrior but really I went home and tried getting you out of my bloodstream
Day 12: when will my eyes stop flowing?
Day 13: I snuck out with a boy and smoked weed on his couch. He talked about love and how much it hurt. I only pictured you.
Day 14: I woke up next to that same boy and I woke up screaming. The boy was worried and confused but I knew why I screamed. I imagined you laying with another girl on your couch. I ran out of his house so fast you’d think Id be better at running from you.
Day 15: Its spring break and im with my best friend and your with her and i swear i can feel you tracing her spine the way you used to trace mine
Day 16: I ignored your birthday and it felt worse than the puking i did that night
Day 17: Im treading icy water while you’re swimming away from me, I guess I just hope you’ll loop around and find your way back to the shattered, but still there, us
Day 18: I don’t remember the sound of your voice I don’t remember the color of your eyes I don’t remember your the taste of your lips
Day19: No amount of screaming gets your name out of my head
Day 20: I got on a plane today and when we took off I swear i almost walked to the door and started flying
Day 21: They say it takes 21 days fo break a habit but I think I just manage to fall more in love with a greedy monster
Day 22: I saw you today and wished you a happy late birthday and promised we’d watch the third Hobbit together. I’m beginning to hate myself more
Day 23: Its the end of the month maybe next month won’t be filled with thoughts of you and killing myself. i think im beginning to be over you
Day 24: april fools
Day 25: i think i understand now. when you first told me you loved me your mouth curled up on the edges, two days before you left when i gave my bare self to you your mouth was a straight line when saying i love you
Day 26: if you’re trying to kill me its working
Day 27: i woke up this morning to my blankets and pillows piled in a corner in my room. its something s ghost would do to make his presence known. im haunting myself. or maybe its the ghost of us tsking over my body
Day 28: its almost been a month since you told me it was never me. i almost texted you happy easter but i saw those text messages and just got angry
Day 29: I hate that you act like you didnt break my heart. i hate that you think im fine that im not writing a shit poem sbout your shit personality
Day 30: thirty days since you’ve wanted me. thirty days since i told you i love you. thirty days since you’ve slipped from my fingers. i tried catching you. you’ve been gone far too long. thirty days is too long
Day 31: i had a nightmare last night about you. you told me you loved me and kissed my forehead. i woke up breathing heavily and shaking. i want you out of my life
Day 32: running on no sleep isn’t fun
Day 33: ive been awake for over 50 hours in fear that ill see you in my dreams again. i cant risk that. it hurts so much. get out of my head
Day 34: my mother told me that love will do this. that its cruel and torturous and breaks you into such little pieces not even yourself can pick up all the pieces. you know where they all are, please come back and pick them up
Day 35: i talked to another guy last night we stayed up late and he asked me questions about you. we were sober so it wasn’t easy spitting up vowels and similies and euphemisms explaining the empty feeling in my chest after you left
Day 36: fuck if i stopped seeing you everyday i swear id be over you.
Day 37: my knee didnt touch your leg like it used it i promise i didnt do that fuck
Day 38: you told me that the wrinkles on my leg bothered you when i sat down. thats not what you said when we were trying not to get caught in the back of your car
Day 39: you told me you’d take me to prom and in two days itll just be another day you promised to spend with me. its funny how our plans turned to dust in a matter of seconds after cleaning
Day 40: the thunderstorm of us was inside of you and maybe that why it felt so close. i keep counting the seconds between the boom and light hoping you arent moving away buy i fear that you are already letting others feel your storm. the plants you grew are dying. maybe you should come back to water them
Day 41: ten days since its been a month since you left. i cried at prom because all i could look for in the crowd was you.
Day 42: i got so drunk all i could see was your face. the guy i fucked kept telling me his name wasn’t yours. i just screamed and cried because you’re all i still think about despite your efforts to continue to push me away
Day 43: i should be getting high today but if i do ill just write more and think more about a guy who will never care
Day 44: i think im trying to gain feelings for someone else because it’ll make moving on from you easier. im afraid to write that it hasnt
Day 45: you traces my leg like you used to. it was like dandelion tea. it made my insides fill with happiness. you’re my yellow paint.
Day 46: Van Gogh used to eat yellow paint because he thought it would put happiness inside him. He would consume it everyday in the hopes that it would bring his sadness to rest despite the fact that it could kill him first. i gues you were my yellow paint emphasis on the were. see im not going to write about you anymore, because when i write you down im under the impression that you’ll stay with the words but you don’t. this is the last sentence I’ll ever write about you

radioactivepeasant  asked:

(For the 3 sentence fic thing) maybe Vader discovering Luke in a thoroughly bizarre situation (pre or post ESB, up to you) that is Probably Dangerous, and Luke is trying very hard not to be relieved to see him.

Okay, here we go, the last 3 sentence fic that came in before I closed prompts (if you sent one in after I closed the prompts, I’ll probably get to it eventually, but for now I’m shifting focus back to Allegiance.) This is one more than three sentences, yet again. Hopefully it makes up for the long wait.

If they got out of this alive, Luke was going to strangle Wes; it was his fault that half of Rogue Squadron, including Wedge, had been captured by Zygerrian slavers, and Luke had had to suspend his search for Boba Fett and Han to come flying to the rescue. But now he was staring down a blaster set to stun, with another slaver holding a much more lethal blaster to Wedge’s temple, and Luke let his lightsaber drop. He shuddered as it hit the floor, and tried to ignore the tangled panic in his stomach when the slaver stepped forward with a pair of what looked like Force-suppressing binders, a sickening leer on his face.

Just before the binders snapped closed around his wrists, cutting him off from the Force, he felt it roil with dark fury, and his head jerked up just in time to see Vader crash through the door, his lightsaber blazing as it cut down the nearest slaver. Luke gasped, unexpected relief flooding through him and threatening to send him to his knees; he was already a little dizzy and disoriented from the sudden lack of the Force’s grounding light. His father, and it was still a little odd to think of Vader as his father, even though he knew it was true, was at his side before he could do much more than sway unsteadily, grabbing his arm and pulling him close even as all the blasters in the room were yanked away from their owners and crushed in midair with small explosions. Luke flinched, his eyes darting to Wedge to make sure his friend was alright. The pilot’s dark eyes were wide and there was a slight bruise on his cheek from an earlier scuffle, but he seemed otherwise unharmed.

“I should have allowed those to explode in your hands,” Vader snarled, his low voice vibrating against Luke’s back where it was pressed to his father’s chest, “but that is something my son should never have to witness.”

Luke stiffened, his breath catching in horror as he looked at Wedge again. His eyes were even wider now, if that were possible, and he opened his mouth as though to ask a question but snapped it back shut before he said anything. There was something like confusion around his eyes, but he didn’t look betrayed, though Luke was having a harder time reading him without the use of the Force. He had not realized how much he had depended on it, even subconsciously, until he was stripped of his connection with it. He wanted it back.

He felt Vader tense behind him and shift his grip, pulling Luke slightly to the side and out of the way as he threw his saber, the red blade scything through the air, and Luke cried out as the slaver holding Wedge pulled the pilot in front of him as a shield. But the lightsaber arched back to Vader’s hand after slicing through the rest of the slavers, leaving Wedge and his captor untouched. Luke leaned back against his father in relief.

“Release the pilot,” Vader demanded, pointing his blade at the last remaining slaver in the room. Luke was honestly surprised that none of them had called for backup yet. Perhaps Vader had knocked out the communications on their base, or they had been too caught by surprise at the appearance of the Empire’s Second-in-Command. The Zygerrian sneered and moved so Wedge was even more thoroughly between him and Vader.

“The Empire supports slavery. Why do you care if we take these Rebels off your hands, Lord Vader? You should have no objection.”

Vader growled and tensed again, and Luke feared he was going to throw the saber again, Wedge being used as a shield or no.

“Father, please,” he whispered. Vader ignored him, other than to hold him just a little tighter, the arm around Luke’s waist not allowing him to move away.

“The Empire condoning slavery,” Vader said, his low voice tightly controlled, though Luke feared it wouldn’t take much for that control to snap, “still does not excuse your attempt to enslave my freeborn son, Rebel or not.” Luke gasped at the emphasis, sudden understanding crashing in on him. He’d always known his father had been a slave as a child, but he hadn’t really thought about it in the context of Vader being his father. The two pieces of knowledge had remained separate in his mind after Bespin, the truth of Darth Vader having been a slave a little too odd a concept. Luke doubted the Zygerrian slaver would miss the emphasis, and he was sure he would also know what it meant.

Sure enough, his eyes went wide, his hold on Wedge slackening for a brief second. He opened his mouth to speak, but the momentary distraction was enough for Wedge to slam his elbow back into the slaver’s midsection and break free of his grip. The Zygerrian doubled over with a grunt, and Wedge didn’t hesitate before darting across the room and ducking behind Vader. Luke almost grinned at the ridiculousness of it, but clearly Wedge had decided that the Sith Lord was the lesser of the two threats in the room. A sentiment Luke shared, though he did not appreciate being held quite so close.

 Luke turned his head away, pressing his cheek against his father’s chest as the slaver’s neck twisted at an unnatural angle with the crunch of bone, and he collapsed to the floor, lifeless. Luke shuddered, and he heard Vader’s lightsaber deactivate before a hesitant hand brushed against the back of his head. When Luke didn’t flinch away from the contact, Vader ran his fingers through Luke’s hair again, and the action was oddly soothing. Luke sighed, a minuscule amount of tension draining from his shoulders.

“Foolish child,” Vader rumbled. His tone was difficult to read through the vocoder, and Luke didn’t have the Force to help him interpret, but the hand still in his hair tempered what might have otherwise been a reprimand into something a bit fonder. “Are you hurt?”

“No,” Luke murmured, shaking his head against his father’s hand. “But I… I can’t touch the Force.” He lifted his bound hands, drawing attention to the offending binders.

“I know,” Vader said. “I am glad I was already here when they cuffed you, or else I might have thought – ” He cut himself off and clutched Luke tighter, and even without the Force, Luke imagined he felt his father’s fear at the thought of his death.

 “I am fine, Father,” Luke reassured him, a small, confused smile on his face at the thought of reassuring Darth Vader, of all people.

“Um,” Wedge said, inching around Vader to stand in Luke’s line of sight, “as weirdly touching as this reunion is, would you mind explaining to me just what the kriff is going on?” There was a hysterical edge to his voice, and even clenching his hands into fists didn’t stop them from trembling visibly. He kept his eyes fixed on Luke’s, never letting his gaze wander to Vader, and Luke was acutely aware of how confusing the situation must be for his friend.

“Wedge, uh…” Luke smiled weakly. His mind was racing, trying to think of a way to handle this. In all the varied ways he had imagined Wedge finding out about this, this was certainly not one of them. “Meet my father?” He gave an apologetic shrug, hoping Wedge wouldn’t take this badly.

Wedge’s eyes finally darted up to Vader’s mask before dropping back to Luke’s face. “Vader’s really your father? That’s…” His eyes flickered again. “I don’t… How is that even… What?”

“I’m sorry, Wedge. I didn’t know until recently. Until… Bespin.” He shivered at the memories, his prosthetic hand aching with phantom pain, and he curled it into a fist. Wedge’s eyes were drawn to the movement, and he flinched, no doubt putting together what it meant that Vader had been the one to take his hand.

Wedge gasped in horror. “But if he’s your – ”

“I had no choice,” Vader snapped, interrupting him. “Luke refused to surrender.”

“So you chopped off your own son’s hand?” he demanded. He took a small step forward, and Luke blinked in frightened amazement. Was Wedge really telling off Darth Vader? Was he trying to get himself killed?

“Wedge…” Luke warned, speaking before Vader could. He didn’t need the Force to feel his father’s anger rising, and he didn’t want Vader to release that rage against Wedge.

Wedge took a deep breath and closed his eyes for a moment. When he opened them again, he focused on Luke’s face. “Are you alright?”

Luke nodded. He was trying not to think about the fact that Vader would not release him once they got out of the slavers’ compound. He had been rescued only to be captured, though he knew he would vastly prefer whatever his father had planned to the life of a slave. He had briefly tasted slavery under Grakkus, though he had tried so hard since then to convince himself that it didn’t count. But he was freeborn, and it had still felt like a failure to both his father and his grandmother, who had both escaped slavery in the end. Or so Luke had thought, before he knew that his father wasn’t dead; he wasn’t entirely convinced Vader wasn’t a slave to the Emperor now, and that thought stung.

He had not allowed himself to really contemplate his fate this time, and then his father had swept in and pulled him out before the thought could settle that maybe this time he wouldn’t escape, maybe this time he really would end up back where his family had come from. The first freeborn Skywalker in generations, and this was the third time he had almost been enslaved.

Vader broke through his thoughts, though his choice of subject wasn’t far off. “I assume, considering the length of time they had you, that you do not have a transmitter?” There was rage lacing his voice, audible even through the vocoder.

Luke shook his head. “No, I’m clean.” He looked over at Wedge, who also shook his head. That sent a rush of relief through Luke, and he dropped his head back against his father’s chest.

“Good. Now we are leaving.” Vader finally, finally released his hold on Luke’s waist, though he seized his arm immediately after, and began leading him towards the door he had slashed open. Wedge stood unmoving in the middle of the room, and Luke tugged against his father’s grip.

“Wait!” he cried. “We can’t leave yet. They still have Tycho and Wes and – ”

Vader froze, his hand momentarily tightening painfully around Luke’s arm. “We will retrieve them first, then.” Luke gaped at his father’s easy acquiescence before it struck him that of course he would be unable to leave anyone, even a Rebel, at risk of enslavement.

“Thank you.” Luke lifted his hands. “Can you get these off, please? I’m more of a liability than anything like this.”

Vader hesitated, and Luke sighed. “I’ll go with you, willingly, if you take these off and let my friends go after we rescue them.”

“Luke, no!” Wedge yelled. But Vader was quick to finalize the deal.

“Agreed.” He waved his hand over the binders, and they unlocked with a barely audible click and clattered to the floor. The Force flooded back instantly, almost painful in its intensity, and Luke raised his hands to his head.

“Ah…” he groaned, squeezing his eyes shut against the dizziness, even as the Galaxy settled back to rightness with the return of this missing part of him. Vader’s hands settled on his shoulders, supporting him.


“I’ll be fine. The Force is just…” Luke gestured vaguely, unsure how to explain.

“I understand,” Vader replied. “It can be disorienting, both to lose and to regain your awareness of the Force.” As the Force settled around him, Luke became aware of the dark nova of his father’s presence pressing against him. It was oddly comforting.

He straightened and nodded. “Okay. I’m good.” He glanced over at Wedge, who was standing with slumped shoulders and staring down at his feet, and Luke knew he didn’t understand. He hoped he would be able to explain before this was over. “Let’s go.”

Promising Futures ((Cedric x Reader))

summary: cedric is ridiculously romantic and y/n is ridiculously surprised. 

request: Could I request something that’s not a prompt? :) cuz I would loveeee to read a Cedric x reader where he proposes to her during the tournament. :9 and then there’s a nice lil AU where he lives and they get married!

warnings: SPOILER warning for The Goblet of Fire, slight swearing

pairing: cedric x reader

prompt(s): none

a/n: i’m sorry post layouts are such a mess right now i’m kind of experimenting at the moment, so if you see any that you like or that bother you let me know

also i had to go back to the book and read the specific pages for this one so i felt very professional

but i love cedric so much and i’m honestly very glad you requested this so thank you. 


 “We’ll take it at the same time. It’s still a Hogwarts victory. We’ll tie for it.”

Cedric stared at Harry. He unfolded his arms. 

“You– you sure?”

“Yeah,” said Harry. “Yeah… we’ve helped each other out, haven’t we? We both got here. Let’s just take it together.”

For a moment, Cedric looked as though he couldn’t believe ears; then his face split into a grin

He grabbed Harry’s arm below the shoulder and helped Harry limp toward the plinth where the cup stood. When they had reached it, they both held a hand over one of the cup’s gleaming handles.

“On three, right?” said Harry. “One–two–three–”

- J.K Rowling, Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire, pg. 634

“My God– Diggory!” it whispered. “Dumbledore–he’s dead!”

Those words were repeated, the shadowy figures pressing in on them gasped it to those around them…and then others shouted it–screeched it–into the night-”He’s dead!” “He’s dead!” “Cedric Diggory! Dead!”

- J.K Rowling, Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire, pg.671

You feel all of the air force its way out of your lungs, and before you know what you’re doing, you feel your legs push your way across the terrain and through the crowd, not even apologizing to the people you bump into along the way- though they certainly bother to scold you for it. You just had to see it. You had to see Cedric… 

Sitting up? You freeze when you see him, and feel your mouth drop open at your clearly perfectly okay boyfriend. He’s gazing around from his spot on the ground, a rather frantic look on his face, completely ignoring the various hands reaching out to him. 

You’re not completely sure how or when you got from where you were to where he is, but you throw your arms around him, pressing your face into his very real and very alive shoulder. You don’t even remember when you started crying, but you feel his arms pull you closer, holding onto you with the same desperation that could be found in your actions. 

“Oh god! Oh god Cedric, they were saying that you were dead.” you tell him, running a hand through his matted hair. “Why would they do that? Why would they ever do that?”

“I was.I thought I was. I think he missed.Or maybe he wasn’t powerful enough, I don’t know. Doesn’t matter.” he wipes your tears away, pulling you back to him. “I’m so so glad I’m holding you right now.”

You don’t know what he’s talking about, but frankly you don’t care at the moment, so you just nod in agreement. “Me too. I love you. I don’t know what I would’ve done without you.”

You can feel his smile, and then his mouth brushed against your ear. “Marry me.”

You freeze. “What?”

Marry me.” he repeats again, his voice just above a whisper.

You pull back so that you can look into his eyes. “Are you serious?”

“I faced bloody Voldemort. And all I could see was your face. And your hand. I couldn’t believe that I was stupid enough to die without placing a ring on that finger. So, Y/N Y/L/N, yes I’m serious. Marry me. Marry me.” he shifts you out of his lap so that he can get onto one knee, and the voices around you– everything around you- stops, as the crowd stops trying to get to you. You can’t help but glance at Cedric’s parents, who stop dead in their tracks, their mouths open. “Don’t look there. Look here.” he urges, grabbing your wrist to get your attention. “I haven’t exactly asked you yet. Kind of just commanded, actually. So, Y/N Y/N, will you marry me?” He searches your eyes, seeming to loose a bit of confidence as his voice cracks in his next word. “Please?” 

“Cedric… You’re in shock. You don’t mean it. I mean, you can’t mean it. We’re… You’re… You almost just died and now you have some condition that I can’t currently remember the name of, but really you don’t mean it, and you’re going to regret it the moment this wears off, and-”

“I don’t have some condition, Y/N.” he looks at your solemnly, though there’s a hint of laughter in his eyes. “I mean it. I swear I mean it, and nothing that I ever feel could make me regret asking you this. Because I love you. Everything other than love is just silly, Y/N, and I don’t care about it anymore. All I care about it you. I want to be with you forever. The only thing almost dying has done is given me the confidence to ask you something I’ve wanted to for a long time. So will you please marry me, Y/N? Or at least reject me before my parents have an aneurysm?”

“Oh. Oh wow. Of course I’m not going to say no to that. Who could possibly say no to that?” There’s a moment of silence before you realize that you haven’t actually said “yes” yet. “Yes.” you breathe out. And then he’s up and twirling you around, and the crowd is cheering. Then, glancing around, you remember what was going on. “I think maybe you have some explaining to do.”

 that summer –

“Do you, Cedric Diggory, take Y/N Y/L/N, to be your lawfully wedded wife,to have and to hold, in sickness and in health, for richer or for poorer, and promise your love to her forevermore?”

Your breath catches in your throat at the smile on his face. His eye meet yours, and you can feel the warmth from them inside your heart as he squeezes your hand. “I do.”

“And do you, Y/N Y/L/N, take Cedric Diggory, to be your lawfully wedded husband,to have and to hold, in sickness and in health, for richer or for poorer, and promise your love to him forevermore?”

You almost giggle at the anticipation in his eyes, wondering if he actually expected that you’d say no. “I do.” 

He grins, surging forward to kiss you before anything else can be said, though no one makes a move to stop you as his lips touch yours. You peck his lips lightly, pulling away quickly, flushing at the idea of kissing him in front of an entire crowd. 

“Mrs. Diggory.” he murmurs, winking at you, before focusing his attention back to the crowd. 

i feel like the book excerpts were a little confusing, so i’m sorry, i just didn’t know how else to convey time well, i guess? my transitioning sucks lol.

but…….. i hope you liked it because it was really fun to write. *editing soon*

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Fresh Start - Part 8

Pairing: Barry Allen x Reader

Featuring: Felicity Smoak, Cisco Ramon and Iris West

Words: 2836 (I got carried away lol)

Warnings: mentions of death

Tags: @onceuponateenpanwolfian @gothesimplethingsinlife @writingsofagirlintomanyfandoms@kindfloweroflove @dejewskoo @castellandiangelo @moonlightbae14 @jade-cheshire

Request: none


Originally posted by omglanafsog

Originally posted by magicalseasonsofthewitch

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You couldn’t believe you just gave Barry another chance. You swore to yourself you wouldn’t do it, that it was over. But there was something about him, something you didn’t know what it was, that made it impossible for you to say no. Maybe there were his eyes, those green sparkling eyes that never ceased to bright; maybe it was his smile, that one that never left his face, maybe it was just him. He was a nice guy, he was kind and smart. Probably the best guy you had ever liked.

And it scared you.

Actually, it was stupid. You had always been with “bad guys”. You just couldn’t help it and, most of times, they ended up hurting you. Somehow you deserved it, as Thea always told you. And for the first time, you liked a normal guy, a nice one, and you got scared. It made no sense. You wish you could talk to Thea about it, or at least someone, but you didn’t have many friends. You knew some people from college that you liked, but you didn’t get on that much with anyone just yet.

Luckily for you, the moment you got off the car once you get to the college, you knew who you could call: Felicity. She wouldn’t tell Oliver or Thea if you asked her not to. She could be trusted. So you leaned against your car, after checking you still had time, and dialed the hacker’s number.

“What do I own the honor?” Her voice said on the other side after the second tone. You smiled widely.

“I need some…boys advice” you told her.

“Do you think I’m the best for that?” She laughed.

“Probably not. But I don’t want Oliver or Thea to know about him and I know you won’t tell them” you explained.

“It is about that Barry that didn’t stop calling you?” She asked. She really was good. “I’m going to take your silence as a yes” she laughed. “What’s wrong?”

“I think I like him” you said. Saying it out loud to someone else actually felt good, it was like taking something off your shoulders.

“So…? I kinda put that together when you were here” Felicity replied.

“I’m scared” you shrugged as you looked down at your shoes. “He’s a good guy, really. For once, I’ve found a nice man who likes me back and I’m scared” you chuckled shaking your head. “Does it make sense?”

“Liking someone is always scary” she said. “Maybe it scares you the most because you don’t know how to handle a good boy” she added laughing a little.

“Maybe” you sighed. “I have a date with him tonight and I’m already nervous” you admitted.

“I know it’s probably the first advice in the book but just be yourself (Y/N).” She said. “It’s obvious, but that’s the best thing you can do. I don’t think there’s nothing you can do to shake off the nerves but being yourself with him is your best weapon”

“I guess…” you whispered. “But I’ve been myself the whole time and it hasn’t been working out that much” you told her as you remembered the two times he left you.

“Just give it another shot and if it still doesn’t work then, maybe, he’s not for you” she said.

You frowned and looked up. You hadn’t really thought about that. Maybe you just weren’t meant to be as more than friends.

“You’re right” you nodded. “I’ll give it another shot and we’ll see what happens I guess” you shrugged. “Thank you, Smoak” you smiled.

“Anytime. And don’t worry, I won’t tell your brother or your sister” she assured you.

“And thank you for that” you smiled even more. “I gotta go. Thank you again!” You repeated before hanging up the phone.

After that small talk you definitely felt much better so you took your bag from the car and headed straight to the building where you would be having your first class of the day.

“I can’t believe she agreed” Cisco said laughing.

After running into you, Barry had ran straight to STAR Labs. They still had to catch the Black Siren so he had called in sick at the CCPD so he could work with the team the whole day to catch the meta. Of course, the first thing he did when he got there, was telling Cisco about the encounter he had with you.

“That makes two of us” Barry smiled. “I’m just glad she did” he sighed.

“Just try and don’t screw it up again” Cisco told him.

“Wally will handle it tonight” Barry said. “I’ll talk to him and I’m sure it won’t be a problem” he added.

“Good idea” Cisco nodded. “What if Black Siren shows up?” He asked. Barry sighed looking at his friend.

“Let’s just hope she doesn’t” was all he could say with a shrug.

He knew the possibility was there and he wanted to trust Wally to handle it, but at the back of his mind he knew Iris’ brother was still learning and he didn’t want to leave him alone, even less facing a metahuman from another earth.

Later that day, Barry was a wreck of nerves. He knew this was his last chance to make it right to you and he really didn’t want to mess it up again. He had everything planned, he had made sure nobody interrupted him during your date and was ready to go and pick you up.

“You really should take a shower and change first” Iris said. They were all at STAR Labs and, of course, everyone knew about Barry’s date with you.

“What?” Barry asked, getting out of his thoughts.

“Shower, Barry. You smell” Iris laughed as she walked over to him. “Are you ok?”  She asked with smile.

“I’m nervous” he admitted with a sigh. “I don’t want to mess it up again” he added looking down at his best friend.

“You won’t” she reassured him. “We have everything covered here, I promise. Now go” she told him.

“Okay…just call me if anything comes up” he said before speeding out of the cortex.

“We won’t” Irish laughed.

They all had talked about it. It didn’t matter what happened that night, they wouldn’t call Barry. Wally could handle it by himself perfectly and they knew how important that night was for Barry.

Once again and one last time, you were making your way towards Jitters to meet up with Barry. You didn’t expect much since you didn’t want to get your hopes up once again for nothing. But somehow, a part of you told you this time was going to be different, that things were going to be alright.

When you turned the corner of Jitters, Barry was already waiting at the door. You checked the time on your phone thinking that maybe you were late but no, he was earlier than you were. Good sign. With a small smile, you approached him.

“Hey there runner” you said to catch his attention.

“What?” He frowned looking down at you.

“Easy tiger” you laughed. “It looked like you came running since you arrived even sooner than I did” you explained.

“Oh right” he chuckled nervously. “I got out of work early so…” he shrugged.

“I see” you smiled. “So where to this time?” You asked with your hands in the pockets of your leather jacket.

“Have you ever been at the Central City coast?” He smiled.

“Actually I haven’t” you smiled back. You loved the coast and you loved the beach so if he was taking you there, it was going to be a perfect date. “That’s where we are going?” You asked biting your lip.

“Sort of” he winked and grabbed your hand.

“Don’t play de mysterious now” you laughed, enjoying the feeling of his hand around yours.

“I’m not. It’s just a surprise” he told you.

Then, he stopped in front of a car, unlocked it and opened the passenger door for you. You got in and buckled yourself as you waited for him to get in the car.

“I didn’t know you had a car” you smiled.

“There are many things you don’t know about me” he said with a wink.

“True” you smiled. “And when will I know them?”

“As soon as you start asking” he shrugged.

“I like that” you laughed as he started the engine. “Where are we going?” You asked again in another attempt of finding out.

“Wait and see” he laughed. “Impatient” he added.

“You have no idea” you told him.

You didn’t stop looking out of the window, trying to figure out where he might be taking you but unfortunately, you didn’t know the city, therefore, you didn’t know the streets. So there was no way of telling where he was taking you.

“Are we leaving the city?” You asked with a frown.

“Yes, but we’re not going far” he replied, focused on the road.

That was the first time you turned to look at him since he started driving and you had to admit it was hot. You didn’t know why, but there had always been something about guys driving that drove you crazy. There was something really hot in seeing them with a hand on the wheel as they focused on the road. You just didn’t know what, but you couldn’t help staring.

“Take a photo. It will last longer” he smirked.

You blushed and looked away immediately. You couldn’t be more obvious right? With a low chuckle, you looked back out of the window at the city lights that were now further away than before.

“We’re almost there” he said after a few minutes of silence.

“Good” you said. “I hope you’re taking me to a super-secret restaurant in the middle of nowhere because I’m starving” you told him.

“Don’t worry” he smiled. “I brought food”

“Then you have my heart” you laughed.

“Do I?” He asked with a teasing smile.

“Wait and see” you mocked him, making him laugh.

After a few more minutes, he got off the road and started driving down a path.

“Are you going to murder me?” You joked.

“I don’t think we will take it that far” he joked back. You laughed and looked at him. You really liked how he always had a comeback for your sarcastic comments.

It didn’t take much longer before he stopped the car. There was absolutely nothing around you, which kind of confused you. Where had he taken you? When he got out of the car, you unbuckled the seatbelt and opened the door just when he was waiting for you to help you out.

“Where are we?” You asked. You couldn’t really see his face since it was so dark around you.

“Wait here, I’m going to take the food and some stuff we need. We’re going to have to walk a bit but not much” he informed you.

You nodded and watched his shadow walk to the back of the car. You heard how he opened the trunk and then closed it again before going back to you.

“Grab my hand and don’t let go” he said.

You did as he told you just before he started walking. You wish you knew where you were setting your feet but you had no idea. What if you stepped on a snake or something like that? Luckily, you didn’t have to walk too much.

“Here it is. You can look up” he said with a low chuckle.

You looked up at him but then looked around in awe. You were on a cliff from where you could see the whole city with all the lights on, along with the shore and the sea. It was beautiful! You felt Barry letting go of your hand but you didn’t even move since you were too shocked by the views.

“Earth to (Y/N)”, Barry said after a while, standing in front of you and blocking your amazing view.

“This is beautiful” you told him looking up.

“Yeah…” he smiled looking around as well. “I thought you said you were hungry” he said pointing to his side.

“Oh!” You exclaimed when you saw the bonfire he had started. “When did you do that?” You asked with a confused frown.

“When you were all E.T. there for a moment” he smiled.

“Shut up!” You laughed. “We don’t have these views in Star City” you shrugged.

“I know” he smiled taking your hand again and leading you to the bonfire. He had also put a blanket on the ground so you sat down with a sigh.

“Have you ever been to Star City?” You asked turning to look at him after you warmed up your hands.

“A couple of times to visit a friend” he nodded with a smile. “Which one do you prefer? Starling or Central?” He asked taking out a few sandwiches from the basket he had been carrying.

“Tough one” you smiled. “And it’s Star, by the way”

“I know, but I prefer Starling” he shrugged.

“Me too” you admitted with a nod. “And I don’t know… I grew up in Star City. It’s my home. But it hasn’t felt like home lately to be honest” you told him as you took the sandwich he offered. “It’s like Central City is warmer somehow but I don’t think I can chose” you finally said.

“Fair enough” he said with a nod.

“Have you always been here?” You asked and took a bite.

“Born and raised here” he nodded. “What about you? Have you ever lived somewhere else?” he asked.

“No” you shook your head. “My parents had their jobs there in Star City so they couldn’t leave and none of us really wanted to” you shrugged.

“You never talk about your family” he commented.

“There’s not much to say” you said quickly.

It wasn’t something you wanted to talk about. Your name was always linked to tragedy and you weren’t that far away from home. You were sure if you said who you were, Barry would know, he would know who Oliver is, what happened to your mother and to your father, and he would start asking questions you didn’t want to answer. You had done it for so many time already. So lying was easier.

“My parents died in a car accident” you told him. “I was 17 years old when it happened so it was me, my brother and my sister to take care of each other”

“I’m so sorry” he frowned.

“Thank you” you smiled a little. “I’m happy with them. They’re the best I have but it was time to move forward and staying in Star City wasn’t the way to do it so…here I am” you said looking at him. He smiled a little and wrapped an arm around you.

“I’m glad you decided to come here” he said smiling down at you.

“Me too” you agreed. He chuckled as he looked into your eyes as you looked into his.

Those damn eyes you could never ever forget from now own. You looked down at his mouth before looking away. You really wanted to kiss him but maybe it was too soon. You looked back at him just to see that he was still looking straight at you, making you nervous.

“There’s something I want to do” he said smiling a little. “That maybe will make you go away or will make you stay for a long time with me” he added looking down at your lips.

You could literally feel your heart pounding in your ears and you were thankful for the small amount if light that kept him from seeing your red cheeks.

“You should give it a try” you said, feeling your throat completely dry.

“You think so?” He asked with a small smile as he leaned in a bit closer. “Are you sure?”

“Stop teasing” you chuckled nervously.

“Oh I’m not teasing” he whispered. “I’m just making sure this is what you want” he smirked. Bastard. He was going to make you kiss him.

But he didn’t want you were a Queen and a Queen never backs away. So you narrowed your eyes at him and placed a hand on his cheek, breaking the distance between you two and kissing him slowly. His free hand went to your cheek as he moved the other one down to your hips, kissing you back immediately, still smiling against your lips. Slowly, he laid you down on the blanket, laying on the top of you as he deepened the kiss.

Both of you wanted to take it to the next level but you also knew it was too soon and it wasn’t the place. So he was the one breaking the kiss but didn’t get off you. He looked at you with a growing smile on his lips as you smiled back. Then, out of nowhere, you two just started laughing, filling the silent night with laughter.

anonymous asked:

Can you do “All the money in the world can’t make you happy. How am I supposed to?” With Bruce Wayne? Please??


You had met Bruce in an unconventional circumstance, you were just a small time artist and somehow had gotten an invitation to a gala that only the best of the best of Gotham’s elite could attend. 

Sure it was mainly to sell some of your paintings, but still, you were nervous and of course you were the one who ended up spilling bright red wine on the dress shirt that just so happened to belong to the man who’s family had pretty much owned Gotham. Who else but Bruce Wayne himself?

You didn’t know it but, Bruce found your personality endearing, and he was glad to find someone who didn’t constantly throw themselves at him for who he was. 

So he helped you calm down, no real harm was done except to his shirt (but he could buy some more) and the two of you had found yourselves talking to one another for pretty much the rest of the Gala. 

The rest was history.

Being with Bruce was an experience in itself. 

The media liked to play you out either as the innocent person that had come to the city to follow their dreams and found love instead, or you had only been with your boyfriend for his money, which absolutely was not true. But you were with a man you cared about and he cared about you, and in your opinion, that’s all that mattered.

Another thing was that Bruce tended to spoil you, and he spoiled you a lot. If you happened to look at something for more than a few seconds, then he’d buy it for you, your poor closet was running out of space. 

Yes, they all were nice looking and the thought of them was kind but still, you didn’t really need all of it.

And it sort of made you feel bad if he was spending all this on you, but you got him nothing in return? 

When Bruce had gotten a message from you saying how you were coming to visit the manor, a small smile had grown on his features, until he saw that you wanted to talk. 

He already had a tough day at Wayne Enterprises, and he was worried what you were going to say to him when you arrived. 

Was it something he did? If so, what did he do? How could he have messed up? Shaking his head from those thoughts, he waited until you arrived.

Bruce seemed off. You were wishing you weren’t so vague when you texted him saying you wanted to talk. 

Currently, you both were walking through the large garden of the manor, in a small silence. 

“So,” He began after clearing his throat, “What did you want to talk about?”

“Well, it probably sounds stupid now that I think about it,” You murmured sheepishly. 

“It’s nothing terrible I promise,” You added quickly.

“If you think it’s important enough to talk about, then it’s not stupid,” Bruce assured you.

You nodded, before speaking, “So you know how you got me that new coat last week?”

“Yes, what’s the matter? Is it bad? I can get you a new one?”

“That’s it, though,” You started, “The gifts are all wonderful and everything, but I don’t really need them.”

Poor Bruce actually looked confused (and the expression on his face was adorable), “What do you mean?”

“As wonderful as your gifts are, I don’t think you have to spend anything on me. You don’t need to spend anything just so that our relationship will work.”

“But if all the money in the world can’t make you happy. How am I supposed to?”

You stopped walking, you could only imagine the type of people he went out with before, seeing as how they were only superficial to want to be with him for his fortunes.

Hugging the much taller man, you said, “Oh Bruce, you don’t need any money to make me happy. If tomorrow comes and we end up being the poorest people in the world, then we’ll be the poorest in the world together.”

Bruce couldn’t help but laugh, before admitting, “You know, I was actually worried for a second, I thought you were breaking up with me when you said you wanted to talk.”

This time it was your turn to laugh a little, “Nope not a chance Bruce,” You kissed him on the cheek before adding, “You’re stuck with me.”

Bruce’s sons (although one claimed otherwise he totally was) watched the whole thing unfold.

“See I told you, they are perfect for him!” The oldest proclaimed proudly.

“Yeah yeah, you totally had your doubts,” The second oldest replied, rolling his eyes.

“They make each other happy that should count right?” A third voice added, watching them fondly.

“For once I agree with Drake, (L/N) does make my father happy,” The last and younger sounding voice added.

“You know your boys were totally watching us right?”

“Yup, I saw them as soon as we walked into the garden.”

Love you more - Jimin scenario

A/N: Okay so I’ve suddenly got major Jimin feels and somehow this song got me more Jimin feels so I will drown you guys  in the Jimin feels too. Listen to this song while reading this to experience it full. Have fun!

(Racoon - Love you more. Seriously this song is always giving me the feels ugghh)

Genre: Angst/ Happy ending (woooohoooooo!)

Wordcount: 2.9 k

Originally posted by kookies-for-taehyung

It wasn’t what you could call a beautiful day, well that was what most people thought but to you it couldn’t be more perfect. It was lovely enough to lay down in the meadow between the dandelions to look at the clouds floating by. To feel the grass tickling your skin as the wind softly blew. Your eyes wandered back to look out of the window from the taxi, seeing people walking past as they all seemed to be in a rush. Not even sparing a glance at one another as they wanted to reach their destination as fast as they can. No one seemed to smile and you knew that out of all these people marching past, one just one would have still dreams, working for it to come true as the others just lived to work. At least that is what you read on their faces as you scanned each one of them.

Shaking your head in disagreement, your eyes found the blue sky again, blue surrounded by white patches, going on an adventure. you leaned your head against the window as your thoughts wandered back to a couple of months ago.

You were exhausted and all you wanted was to get home, leave your jacket, shoes and purse somewhere in a corner so you could plant your face in the couch and maybe, maybe your boyfriend was home and nice enough to cuddle with you as you both would rant about your day  but that was thrown out of the window when loud voices filled your ears once you opened the door. Letting out a sigh, you took of your shoes and put them neatly next to the others. You threw your purse and jacket in the corner and dropped the housekeys on the table.

Before entering the living room, you ruffled your hair and shook your head to get rid of the irritation which was already starting to boil. You noticed how you were never alone with Jimin anymore. He always brought someone with and left with them too, telling you he needed to get up early to practice and you understood that but it hurt. As if he was trying to distance from you, as if he was afraid to be alone with you.

‘’Hey guys.’’ You greeted them while you walked over to the kitchen to make some tea. ‘’Oh hello y/n.’’ Seokjin greeted you back with a smile who was sitting on the kitchen table, typing away on the laptop. Hoseok, Namjoon and Yoongi welcomed you back too but the other three just mumbled a ‘’hi’’  too much into the game to really acknowlegde your presence.

When you finally had put the water in the kettle, you crossed your arms over your chest and leaned down against the kitchen table, hoping the water would boil soon, so you could retreat in your bedroom,already feeling the pounding of your headache.

‘’I’m sorry y/n.’’ The sudden apology from Yoongi who had sat down at the kitchentable to join you and Seokjin surprised you. ‘’What do you mean?’’ You furrowed your eyebrows not understanding why he was apologizing. ‘’I can tell you’re not really happy with us being here.’’ he shrugged, turning around in his chair so he could face you. ‘’I mean, I understand.’’ Yoongi quickly continued as he saw the guilt written on your face. ‘’You must be tired and than you’re not waiting for a bunch of people lounging in your house.’’

You pouted your lips, feeling wrong you wanted to be alone and actually wanting them out of the house for now. ‘’It’s okay really. We understand. We were about to leave anyways.’’ Seokjin closed his laptop, stood up and patted your shoulder and gave you a reassuring smile, silently telling you, you shouldn’t feel guilty.

‘’Guys we should leave. it’s already late and we have an early schedule. So chop chop, get your shoes and jackets.’’ Seokjin announced. The rest of the boys mumbled and got up from the couch trailing behind Seokjin and Yoongi who were already in the hallway.

The waterboiler clicked, indicating the water was ready so you turned around to get your well deserved tea.

After quick goodbye’s you sat down at the table. The warmth of the tea soothing your headache and relaxing your body but that was for a short notice when you saw Jimin entering the kitchen with an annoyed look on his face. You just rolled your eyes and decided to ignore it, not wanting to fight. ‘’Did you send them away?’’ he asked you, voice laced with irritation. Turning your head around to look at him, you saw him standing with his back against the fridge, looking pissed. ‘’What’s wrong Jimin?’’ you sounded exhausted, your voice monotone. ‘’Well did you send them away or not?’’

‘’No I did not.’’ you answered his question and turned back to sip from your tea. ‘’And besides it’s my house so what if I did?’’ you added, getting annoyed aswell. ‘’Oh that’s just nice y/n. That doesn’t give you the right to do whatever you want’’ What was he saying? ‘’Are you fucking serious right now?’’ You raised your eyebrows in disbelief, standing up from your chair to face him.  ‘’Yes I am serious y/n. Do you see me laughing?’’ he scoffed, stepping away from the fridge to stand closer to you. ‘’unfortunately not. I wish you were because you’re being ridiculous right now. It’s my house but you’re saying I can’t do whatever I want and that I have to suck it up. wow that’s real rich of you Jimin. really. Actually it’s really funny now I think about it.’’ you laughed humorlessly.

‘’I am tired Jimin. All I wanted was to get home, get in bed to cuddle with you and coming home to 7 people in the house is not what I need at this moment. So please.. please stop this nonsense and tell me what’s wrong’’

You were mentally and physically drained. Your boss who had been yelling at you for your incorrect Korean. The clients who have been nagging all day, wanting to speak to someone else since you were having trouble with understanding them because they were speaking so fast. So this was not what you needed right now. You needed his comfort, you needed him to tell you it was alright and you were doing your best.

Rubbing your hands over your face, to ‘wipe’ away everything from today before grabbing his hand and lacing your fingers together as you smiled at him. ‘’No y/n.’’ he yanked his hands from yours and walked away. Your heart skipped a beat when he dissapeared in the hallway. Was he leaving again? ‘’Where are you going?’’ You followed him, seeing he was putting on his shoes. ‘’Are you leaving again? Seriously Jimin?’’ quickly grabbing his other shoe you retreated back to the living room. Yeah maybe you were childish but you did not want him to leave. The past couple of weeks have been hard. It seemed like you and Jimin were on difficult roads now since the only thing you have been doing is fight which always ended up in him leaving, so you did what you could think of at the moment to stop him from leaving and that was his shoe.

‘’Y/n. give me back my shoe.’’Jimin sternly said when he stood before you, reaching for it but you turned away. ‘’Not until you tell me what’s going on? We are never alone anymore and when we do, you’re always angry. Have I done something wrong? ’’ The exhaustion you felt at first had been replaced by anxiousness. This feeling you felt right now, felt not right, not right at all.

‘’Don’t be so childisch now. Give me back my shoe.’’ He ignored your questions, still trying to get it back ‘’You’re not getting it back until your answer my question Jimin.’’ it was you who sounded stern now. Demanding an answer.

‘’For fuck’s sake y/n. Give it back!’’ He slammed his hand on the table, causing the little vases to rattle. You froze from his sudden outburst as you looked at him shocked. He was heavily breathing, his face was red, his hands were clenched against his side as he looked down, his fringe hiding his eyes.

‘’J-j-jimin. I..” you didn’t know what to say. If you were honest, you got a bit scared.

‘’Just give it back.’’ He demanded cutting you of, holding his hand out, daring to look you in the eyes.

Not wanting to provoke him any further you placed his shoe in his awaiting hand but before he could turn around, you pulled him into your arms, holding him tightly. The tears that pooled in your eyes, escaped the prison now rolling down to freedom. The pain you felt in your heart was unbearable. The emotions running wildly through your body, not knowing which emotion to choose from as you felt them all. Anxious, overwhelmed, tired, love and above all heartbreak. You could hear the crack in your heart as you silently wheeped on his shoulders. One hand clutching his shirt as the other rubbed his neck.

Jimin wasn’t moving at all. He just stood there with his hands by his side.  ‘’Please come back okay? I will wait for you. You know I will. Just try to understand your feelings. It’s not wrong to feel like this Jimin. It’s human. Lots of people feel like this. You shouldn’t bottle them up, not for the sake of others. Think of yourself Jimin.. you know I’ve been telling you this so please listen to me for once hmm?’’ You rambled on. ‘’It’s okay. You will be fine.’’ you sushed him, well you tried to comfort yourself more with those last words, knowing when the door clicked shut, your heart would drop but since it was for his happiness, you could handle it, you had to handle it. You catched on, finally understanding what was going through his head when you saw the hurt and confusion in his eyes.

You were so into comforting him and yourself, you did not notice that he wrapped his arms around you and buried his face in the crook of your neck. ‘’I’m sorry y/n.. I really am. I don’t know how to feel right now. I still like you but.. but for some reason it feels different than before and I’m confused.’’ Jimin softly spoke when he felt you stop rubbing his neck. He sounded a bit shaky and his arms felt suffocating instead of comforting what you hoped for.

Pulling away from the hug, you held him at arm distance. You just looked at him with a sad smile, tracing his cheek with your indexfinger, feeling the soft skin on yours as you tried to remember how he feels. “Now put on your stupid shoe and go. I will be waiting, yeah?” you giggled through your tears to lighten up the mood a little.


‘’No Jimin, please don’t say anything.’’ you started,not wanting to hear another apology. Cause what was he apologizing for? People don’t apologize in this kind of situations. You just watched him getting himself ready to leave.

You could see he didn’t know what to do. Jimin was fumbling with the strings on his jacket, ready to leave but not quite yet.

‘’Just so you know.. It’s not a break up it’s just that..’’ He paused, slowly walking over to you as his hands fell on your shoulders. ‘’I still like you I really do but to figure somethings out I think time apart will do us good.’’ he finished, showing you a light smile, squeezing your shoulders in reassurance. You nodded, sending him a little smile back. Stepping back, Jimin turned around and walked out of your house, leaving you in this empty hole.

That really were some tough 3 months. Three months without Jimin. 12 weeks without his laugh, without his voice. But you survived. He was right it had done you good. The first month you were pissed. Pissed at him. How dare he to leave your heart in that state. You couldn’t see things positive anymore. The sky wasn’t blue but grey and you hated those bright sunny days. How could the sun shine so fully and warm while you exactly felt the opposite. Scoffing at couples who dare to held eachothers hand in public and at people who dared to smile.

Yep you were pathetic the first month so you decided to leave the country for awhile and get on the first plane to your fatherland. Dropping everything to help your breathe normally once again and you were right, it had done you good. You had to get used to it at first since it had been a while you were here but eventually you got the hang of it and it went well. Yeah you still missed Jimin but not seeing his face everywhere helped you cope with this break thingy, whatever it was.

The other two monts went by quickly. You visited your family ofcourse, went to your favourite dessertshop, which was still there, luckily for you and just do things that sparked your childhood memories. And it was on that day, that you suddenly got a call from Jimin.

‘’Jimin?’’ you questioned when you saw the caller id.

‘’y/n! where the hell are you?’’ he sounded out of breath and you heard some shuffling in the background. ‘’and why are some of your stuff gone? Those drawers are pretty empty and your toothbrush is gone and so are you morning and night creams. Where the heck are you? Waa I don’t like this at all. If you are doing this to get back at me, than please stop right now because it’s working.’’ he rambled on and on. His gentle voice dripped with fear and his breathing quickened with every word he spat out.  Was he at your house? Of course he was… but did that mean? You couldn’t help but to smile at the thought.

‘’Jimin.’’ you giggled, placing your phone between your ear and shoulder, quickly running to grab your suitcase, throwing it on the bed and started to pack.

‘’Why are you laughing y/n!? This is not funny you know.’’ He whined. You assumed he sat down when you noticed his breathing seemed to be more natural. ‘’Calm down, you don’t have to worry I am already packing as we speak.’’

‘’Packing?! What do you mean packing? Where the heck are you?’’

‘’Packing as in packing Jimin. I don’t know what you’re doing when you’re packing but I am packing as in packing. You know clothes and toothbrush.’’ You jokingly explained. It was weird when he only had to say your name, your heart did backflips. ‘’and to answer your question i’m in (y/c/n). Don’t panick, I will get the very first flight to Korea. So wait for me, yeah?’’

Jimin mumbled, complaining that you were doing this on purpose, that you were an evil woman to scare him like that. After easing his worries, you uttered quick goodbye’s and jumped in the car heading to the airport.

Thanking the man for getting you safe at the house after you paid him, you snatched your lugagge of the backseat, threw the door closed and ran up to your house, your hands already searching your pockets for the keys. Your heart was hammering in your chest, and your face hurt from smiling so wide but the only thing you could think of was Jimin waiting inside your house.

Just as you wanted to put the keys in the lock, the door flew open and arms were thrown around your neck. This caused you to stumble from the sudden force and weight and well you fell down. But you didn’t care.. the familiar scent calmed your fast beating heart immediately as you finally felt whole again. The tightness of his arm around you did comfort you this time and you quickly returned the hug. ‘’I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you.’’ Jimin whispered in your hair repeatedly, taking in your warmth and scent. ‘’I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry for hurting you. God I missed you so much. I didn’t know what I was thinking.. I was a fucking idiot. A real fucking idiot. I’m an ass..’’ Laughing out loud, you smacked his butt to stop him from swearing at himself. ‘’Oooohh…’’ Jimin groaned. ‘’Gosh Jimin. Stop it yeah. First let’s get up. My butt is getting cold. ‘’Oh right. Of course.’’ He held your hands and hoisted you from the ground after he got of off you.

‘’Here let me wipe your butt.’’ He smirked, smacking your butt as he did so. to get ‘rid’ of the dirt. ‘’Jimin! stop it!’’ You scolded him, embarsassed because you were standing outside. ‘’Come here.’’ he said softly, cupping your neck with his hand to bring you closer. ‘’What is it?’’ you smiled, stroking his cheek in admiration. ‘’I missed you.’’ Jimin whispered and closed the gap, gently placing his lips ontop of yours. ‘

To you it felt like the first kiss all over again. Your heart exploded in little butterflies, as your stomach churned in excitement. Lips moving insync, hands gripping onto his hair as his tightened around your waist, holding your body as close as he could. The once innocent and sweet kiss turned into desperation and need. The moans that left his body aroused you more than you already were. The heat and love were overwhelming, you couldn’t take it anymore and broke the kiss lead him to sought after your lips and whined.

‘’Catch me.’’ You jumped, wrapping your arms and legs around him. ‘’Now shall we take this further inside?’’ you whispered and kissed his ear what provoked a moan out of him.

‘’I love you.’’

‘’Hmm I love you more’’



Part 2
Part 1 is here

You hated being injured. Just sitting around, waiting to heal, wasn’t really one of your stengths.
So you took your training up again anyway. Nobody had to know and the faster you were back on your standard level, the faster you could get out in the field and everybody would be happy.

But your maltreated body wasn’t playing along. You had to breath through the pain more than once and before you had realized it, your body tried to knock you out.
You managed to not lose consciousness but you still went to the ground. Only two strong arms keeping you from falling hard, while you again tried to breath through the pain, waiting for the black spots in your gaze to vanish.

“Are you crazy (y/n)?! What are you doing?” Alec slowly lowered your body to the floor before letting go, so he could look down at you.
Yeah, his worried hazel eyes weren’t really helping.
“I’m training! …or at least I tried”, you gave back.
“As I’m seeing it, you are only hurting yourself!”
“I’m not-”, you tried to defen yourself but Alec stopped you with a hand move.
“No more training until you’re fully healed.”
“How do you want to managed that? Follow me around 24/7?”

For a moment he looked confused before grining at you.
“That’s my plan exactly.”
“But I don’t need it.”
“Well, I’m still going to do it, (y/n).”

You couldn’t really be mad about it. Maybe you couldn’t train but at least Alec would play your nurse.

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Bryan Rust- jealousy

Request: I was hoping I could request a bryan rust imagine? With him getting like overprotective or jealous but it ends up being cute?

Author’s notes: To be honest I wasn’t sure where to go with this but I have to admit I’m really happy with the request and where this imagine ended up going!

Warnings: cussing

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Senior | {Brett Talbot Imagine}

Senior | Brett Talbot x Reader

Warnings: Underage drinking (?)

A/N: In this imagine Brett goes to BHHS and is a Senior along with Scott and the pack, You are a Junior along with Liam.

Sry for this being on the short side.

I love Brett and Theo lately so expect lots of imagines featuring them.

Song Suggestion:

You Make Me Feel by Cobra Starship


You and Brett have always been together,

Even though he is a year older than you you have been best friends since you two were toddlers.

You shared your deepest darkest secrets with each other, including one supernatural one.

But there was one little dark secret you swore yourself to never tell;

You had feelings for Brett.

You and Brett had a special relationship,

It consisted of flirting, teasing, insults, extreme sarcasm and sexual tension.

You were there for each other in your darkest times just to be with each other on your brightest.

Along with all of this, Brett was incredibly protective of you; wether it was boys or overall safety Brett was always there for you even when you didn’t exactly want him there.


The bright lights were flashing before your eyes,

The smell of reeking alcohol and sweat,

The loud music pounding in your ears,

It almost didn’t feel real.

Lydia decided to take you and Malia with her to a party she was invited, A Senior party.


You were dancing with a drink in your hand, you weren’t such of a big drinker and you still weren’t at this party although you did have a drink or two.

You were jumping and swaying to the beat of the music,

Your hair waving from side to side.

Occasionally some senior would come up to you and dance with you, You noticed some checking you out every once in a while.

You feel your phone vibrating in your purse and take it out to check.

Brett: Hey ;)

You smiled at your phone before going to the side to answer him.

Y/N: Hey, wyd?

Brett: Friends, u?

Y/N: Party with Lydia and Malia.

Brett: Drinks?

Y/N: Yeah y?

Brett: I’m coming wait there.

Y/N: what y?

Y/N: Brett?

Y/N: ??

You groaned at your phone and turned it off placing it back in your purse.

You decide to go back to dancing and after a couple minutes some senior comes up to you,

He was quite good looking and much taller than you.

You two start dancing and he starts getting closer to you placing a hand on your hip.

You notice this but don’t do anything,

It didn’t bother you so why not.

Suddenly you feel a strong hand on your shoulder,

The other senior walks away and you turn to find Brett standing in front of you.

You hug him wrapping your arms around his neck as you barely reached him, even on three inch heels.

He holds your hand and leads you outside towards his car.

“What are you doing?” You asked.

“Taking you home.”

“I don’t need a babysitter Brett.”

“And I’m not here to be one but I know what could happen to you at this party.”

“I’m fine Brett.”

“I know you are and I don’t want that to change so get in the car.”

“No, I’m having fun and you can’t tell me what do.”

“Look, That guy you were dancing with, I know him and I know what he was planning to do with you and besides that I’m not so happy with the fact that your drinking.“

“I only had like two drinks.”

“I don’t care, come on.”

“Fine.” You crossed your arms on your chest and got in the passenger seat.

The ride was silent,

You occasionally caught Brett glancing at you with the slightest smirk on his lips.

He parked the car in front of your drive way and you got out the car and closed the door behind you not saying a word to Brett.

He got out the car and started walking after you.

“Y/N.” He shouted towards you causing you to stop and turn his way.

“What? You wanna follow me to my bedroom as well?” You sassed with your arms crossed on your chest.

“As much as I would love that I actually need to talk to you.”

You rolled your eyes as he started walking to you closing the distance between you.

He held your hand in his and looked into your eyes,

You looked into his crystal green eyes and kept your face neutral,

Your heart was starting to race and the butterflies in your stomach started to get wild.

“Look, I don’t really know how to say this but I really like you Y/N, Hell I love you and I was hoping you do too.”

You took a second to understand what was happening, You couldn’t believe that Brett just said that he liked you, No; He loved you.

You looked at him in adoring eyes,

You felt as if your heart was about to burst out of your chest.

Before thinking twice you bring your hands up to the back of his neck pulling him into a kiss full of love and lust.

He was a little shocked at first but quickly kissed you back bringing his hands down to your waist pulling your body closer to his.

Your soft lips mash against his as you tilt your head slightly to deepen the kiss.

Your lips part as he rests his forehead on yours,

Your eyes still closed as you two try to regain your breath.

“I don’t care that you’re a senior Brett, I love you; I always did.” You say between breathes.

You felt a smile grow on his face.

“I have an idea” You said enthusiastically.

Brett raised his brow and looked at you slightly confused.

“How about you drive the both of us back to the party-“ You were stopped by Bretts lips pressing against yours again.

“Nice try, Not working.” He winked at you.

“You can really act like an asshole sometimes.” You sassed.

“Thanks, I love you too babe.” He said giving you another peck as you giggled into the kiss.


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Go (Jasper Hale x Reader) (Request)

Originally posted by hardt0

Anonymous: I need protective Jasper more than I need air to breathe!! (Ps I love your writing 💙💙)

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Seventeen reacting to their girlfriend being a rap goddess.

He’d absolutely love this more hardcore side of you and would get really excited every time you start rapping, feeling really proud of his girlfriend.

He’d be really confused how someone so cute can be such a powerful rapper and would have trouble getting used to you being so well but definitely cheer you on to work harder.

He’d be really excited about his girlfriend rapping so well and would get really giggly every time you rap in front of him. He’d make you rap a lot and never really get bored of it.

He’d be excited about having someone who can be both and would encourage you to work harder so that you could perform together maybe one day.

It would take him a while to get used to your rapping skills since he’s so used to your cute side and wouldn’t want to accept the fact that you’re not always so innocent.

He’d feel very proud of you and cherish every moment you rap in front of him. Out of excitment, he’d definitely tell all the other members about it and force them to listen to your rapping at least once.

When he first listens to your rapping, he’d be quite schocked about your skills and would want to hear more of it since he’d have a hard time believing that you’re such a powerful rapper.

Everytime he hears you rapping, he’d giggle to himself by the thought of you spitting such fire lyrics and would tease you a lot with it.

He’d make sure that everyone knows about your skills and wouldn’t want them to go to waste. Every time you perform in front of people, he’d get really excited and point out how good you are.

Every time you’d rap, he’d teasingly tell you to stop since it ruins his imagine of you while he secretly enjoys your skills a lot.

He’d think that your rapping skills make you even more attractive and would practice with you a lot, wanting to make you the best rapper of our century.

He’d get really confused about why you’re so cute at rapping and wouldn’t know how to react everytime you do, just clapping at you to show you some kind of reaction.

He’d find it absolutely adorable and wouldn’t be able to stop smiling whenever you rap, yet he’d want it to stay a secret for a while so he’s the only one getting to see this side of you.

Love, Youngmi~

after his amnesia, stan still doesn’t remember anything from age 18-28, the decade where he was kicked out and homeless and struggling to survive. but stan isn’t too broken up about this. he doesn’t miss those memories so ford isn’t bothered by it either, though he still feels a little sad that his brother missed such a big chunk of his life, even if it was a difficult time. 

so stan and ford are talking one night in the stan o war II and ford is sharing stories from that era of his life; going to college, researching gravity falls, writing the journals, building the portal. stan suddenly pipes up like “oh! i remember something, something from those ten years!”

ford is curious how his story about building the portal would have triggered stan’s memory, but he asks anyway

“i remember building the portal with you! it was you, me, and fiddleford. i remember not liking fiddleford that much, i’d always try to mess with him, right?”

ford is confused. “stan, you weren’t there. you must be imagining it…”

“what? no, i swear i remember it. i remember helping you build the portal with my own two-” he stops and looks at his hands, thinking hard about the amount of fingers. “actually…..i think they were your hands?”

ford’s blood runs cold, and he doesn’t respond

“that’s really weird, ford.” stan continues, confused and a little concerned. “how did i get your memories? is that some creepy twin thing?

ford knows that stan didn’t get his memories, because he wasn’t the only person using and controlling his body during that time. 

stan was getting bill’s memories back, too

BTS REACT: When you cry during a movie

Scene: You two were watching a movie together but the story and the amazing acting made you so emotional you were tearing up and despite your efforts to contain yourself you couldn’t help but start crying.

Rap Monster: He’d try not to show that he noticed you but when your crying intensified he’d probably try to hastily get you to stop.

“Ah seriously, they’re just acting y/n-ah…don’t cry.”

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Jin: He’d be crying along with you. Not really because it was so sad but mainly because the acting was so beautiful. 

“This is the best movie ever. Did you see that expression?”

Originally posted by syubbie

Suga: He wouldn’t really notice at first because he’d be engrossed in the scene playing, but the first audible sniffle he hears he would turn to you with a slightly concerned and surprised look.

“Are you okay? It’s just a movie.”

J-Hope: Like Jin he’d be crying with you too, but because he was really moved by the story.

“That’s really sad…I can’t believe they lost the puppy…not the puppy…”

Originally posted by oppaseokjinnie

Jimin: He’d be holding back his tears himself and when you ask if he’s crying too he’d refuse to admit it.

“No I’m not crying, seriously I’m not! You just can’t see properly with those tears in your eyes. Stop crying yourself!” 

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V: He’d hear you crying and get confused because he’d be puzzled over the movie and what was going on.

“Wait…what do you mean the puppy didn’t make it?”

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Jungkook: When he notices he’d want to comfort you but wouldn’t really know how to go about it in his awkwardness, so instead he’d pretend he was crying too and when you asked about it he’d look up with a smile.

“I just wanted to distract you during the sad part.”

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Imagine Your OTP-Wifi Shenanigans

Person C (friend of Person A) changes Person A’s wifi network name to “Yell ‘PENIS’ for password” without their knowledge.

Person B, who just moved in to the apartment next door hasn’t had their wifi connected yet and is really fucking desperate. Yells penis repeatedly as close to the wall as they can.

Person A: confused, a bit horrified knocks on their door to ask them to um, stop, please?

Person B is incredibly embarrassed because holy hell this person is the hottest human they have ever seen how is this *legal*? They explain what they were doing and are ready to curl up and die but they *really* neeeeeed the internet so they ask if they could possibly have the password for just a few days?

Person A is reluctantly charmed and is a bit awed by how fucking sexy Person B is and in a moment of “fuck it this is already weird” invites them to come over ‘so the signal is stronger’

They spend the next 3 days in almost constant company, etc, happy endings ensue.

Accidentally Meeting


Looking at yourself in the dressing room mirror, you contemplated if you should buy the ripped skinny jeans you were trying on.
With a finger lightly tapping your chin, you thought of the endless outfit combinations you could do.
“I’ll take it.” You said to yourself, finally deciding. “Along with this black shirt.”
You picked up the shirt from the ground and placed it back in its hanger.
Suddenly, you heard a loud crowd of girls screaming and running, making you jump.
Their footsteps in unison sounded like a stampede of wild animals.
Quickly changing out of your new jeans to your old ones, you curiously peeked out to see what was causing such a commotion.
A fast hand grabbed the door and opened it with great force. That same hand pushed you back into the dressing room, which caused you to hit your head against the mirror, and placed a finger on your lips.
“Please don’t rat me out!” The brown-haired stranger yelled/whispered. “I’ll give you anything.”
You pushed his finger away angrily and made a face.
“You made me hit my head, you idiot.” You hissed, rubbing the painful area, still not realizing who was in the dressing room with you.
“I’m so sorry but please! I’m begging you!” He put his hands together in a pleading manner and pouted.
“Wait…” You trailed off.
That’s when it hit you.
5 Seconds of Summer’s very own bass player.
You’re Calum Ho-”
“Don’t!” He interrupted by putting a finger on your mouth again.
You jerked your face away, annoyed by his antics.
“I’m not gonna rat you out, okay? Just stop putting your finger on my lips.”
“I’m sorry.”
“Where is he?” You both heard a girl say outside.
“I saw him go this way.” Another one answered.
You had an idea and hoped it would work.
“Stay here.” You whispered over to Calum, pushing him to the far corner.
“What are you doing?” He harshly whispered back.
“Just trust me.”
He looked at you with a face full of horror as you slowly walked to the dressing room door.
Upon opening it, the girls turned to you instantly with a crazed look in their eyes.
“He went that way.” You pointed at the exit before continuing. “I saw him leave before entering the dressing room.”
The girls hastily thanked you and scurried away on their witch hunt.
From behind the door, Calum stood quietly in astonishment because of what you had done.
You weren’t like most girls and he liked that. Maybe it was because you weren’t a fan? Or maybe you are one just not the crazy kind? Like a cool one. Those were rare to him but, nonetheless, very appreciated. Whatever you were, he liked it. So much so that he had to get to know you more.
You hurriedly went back into the dressing room only to bump into a tall Calum.
He moved you aside and locked the door.
“I was really worried you’d hand me over to them.” He chuckled nervously.
“I would never do that.”
“Why?” He questioned, tilting his head a bit.
He looked like a confused puppy. A very cute one.
“Well, I can’t say I relate, but I can imagine how tough it is to not have your privacy.” You stated. “It must really suck.”
Calum gave you a soft smile before randomly pulling you into a hug.
“Thanks.” He said while resting his chin on the top of your head because of your extreme height difference.
“No problem.” You replied.
“Well I should get going. I have to call the guys and tell them they were right about not coming to the mall alone.”
The both of you laughed before he abruptly stopped.
“I didn’t get your name, by the way.”
“Y/N.” A smile grew on your face as his chocolate colored eyes looked into yours.
“It was nice to meet you, Y/N.” He said, “hopefully we’ll see each other again.”
He slowly made his way out of the dressing room with his eyes glued to you.
On the outside, you were playing it cool, but on the inside? You were mentally cheering and jumping with excitement! He didn’t have to know, though.
As Calum walked away, he would glance back at you to check if you were still looking at him.
He’d wave every so often with a goofy smile on his face, which made you giggle.
Putting your hands in your jean pockets, you felt a crumpled paper.
An automatic smile appeared on your face as it read ‘Call me sometime? xxx -Calum’ with numbers scribbled at the bottom.
“How did he-?” You stopped yourself and shrugged. You didn’t mind. After all, you did have the chance to ask him later.


This is a (kind of long) oneshot I wrote, loosly based on the song “Jolene” by Dolly Parton

Pairing: Dean x Reader, Dean x Jo

Word count: about 3340

Warnings: angst, fluff, alcohol, jealousy, drunken babbling, no filter

p.s. my tags wouldn’t work, so I’m really sorry that I wasn’t able to tag anyone

Jo Harvelle was back.

None of you had quite believed it when it happened. You didn’t know where she had been or what had happened to her, but now she was back.

The second the bunker door opened and Sam found her standing outside, the boys had ran every single test they could think of. It was really her. Jo was human.

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Producer Friend

Jay shrugged on his leather jacket and smirked to himself as he recalled the night’s events. All the teasing, the chase and the eventual begging and moaning of his name perfectly summarises almost most of his nights. Although he would be lying if he didn’t feel a pang of disappointment when you fell into the cycle. He blames it on your witty responses, it deceived him into thinking you were a woman of substance, not just another bunny he could play with for the night. However it wasn’t to say he was complaining either, after all, you’re the best bunny he’d played with in months.

He threw one last glance at the pool of blankets where he could see the soft brown curls and olive skin that was just under him a mere few minutes ago and softly padded out the door where he knows he won’t see little miss whatever her name is again. Of course this won’t be the first or the last the infamous Jay Park finds himself wrong.

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I can’t believe I actually just wrote this. This is literally just self indulgent fluff. I am so far gone. 

I wrote mattfoggy college fic because I am college!mattfoggy trash.

Read this on AO3. If you prefer.

Sometimes, Foggy comes home late. Matt hears the shuffle of his footsteps, the rattle of the doorknob, and the click of the lock. The sound of the door opening is especially grating; the hinges are old and weak, and completely unresponsive to WD-40. Then, Foggy tiptoes to his bed, trying to be quiet. He fails. The bed creaks under his weight when he sits down, and his shoes thud against the floor when he takes them off.

None of that bothers Matt, though. Not really. The true nuisance is the cheap perfume that rolls off of his friend like a cloud of poison, smelling more like alcohol than flowers.

Matt hates cheap perfume. He hates the way it clogs his nose.

More than that, he hates what it means.

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Snippet of Torn 19

Originally posted by ladanvm

With as much dignity you could muster you snapped your nursing bra in place and pulled down your shirt.

“I’m afraid she just fell asleep.” You told Eric and his mom with a strain smile.

“I better get going. We will talk later.” Four whispered to you. He leaned over and kissed Abigail’s sleepy face and you heard Angelina intake a sharp breath. Four got up slowly as not to disturb his God-daughter. Without a word or acknowledgement to one another Four passed Eric and his mom and left the room.

If Eric’s eyes could shoot daggers at you, it would and you would be dead. You could tell he was furious. The way Angelina had looked at Four you figured Eric did not tell his mom about your relationship with him.

“Son, why was she kissing Tobias Eaton?” Angelina asked Eric disgusted as if you were not in the room. You frowned. Tobias Eaton?

“I will explain later.” Eric snapped. You caught Angelina’s disapproving look at her son’s attitude toward her but Eric failed to notice as he was still glaring at you. You ignored him and got up to put your sleeping angel in her bassinet.

“Can I hold her for a while?” Angelina asked walking up to you. You nodded and handed her granddaughter in her arms. “I will be out in the living room.” She told you making a point to look at you and then her son before leaving the room.

“Who is Tobias Eaton?” You asked sitting back on the bed pulling your legs up to sit criss cross. Eric walked up to the bed staring down on you.

“You’re fucking the man and you don’t even know his real name?” You could see the slight amusement on Eric’s face at your ignorance.


As quick as a switch Eric’s face turned hard and all traces of amusement were gone.

“That is a conversation you need to have with him. I’m not wasting my time talking about him. He is irrelevant to me Y/N.” You could see his eyes change into a stormy dark blue. You braced yourself for what was going to happen next. Eric leaned over where he was just inches from your face. He grabbed your chin and pulled you even closer to him.

“Don’t you ever embarrass me in front of my mother again.” You could feel the heat from his breath on your lips. He squeezed your chin. “Do you hear me?”

You pulled your head back breaking his grasp on your chin and rolled your eyes at him which infuriated him more and if his mother was not a few feet away in the living room you knew you would be punish for your defiance.

“Move Eric.” He was in your way. He did not budge. You sighed and scooted over on the bed where he was not standing and got up. Eric grabbed your arm and pulled you against him.

“Don’t ignore me Y/N.” he barked in your ear.

“Fine Eric!” You were not in the mood to go toe to toe with him. You snatched your arm away from him and started for the living room.

“Where the hell do you think you are going? I’m not finish.”

“What Eric? You made your point. Don’t embarrass you in front of your mom. I got it!”

“Sit down.”

“I rather stand.” You told him.

“Mom wants the baby to spend some time with her at Erudite.” Eric informed you as he walked up to you.

“You’re kidding, right?”

“No. Why would I kid about something like that?”

“Abigail is not even a week old. She is not leaving my sight. You should know better to ask me something like that.”

“The baby will be fine. It’s not her first time at the rodeo. She raised me.”


“What the hell does that supposed to mean?”

“Eric use your Erudite brain for a change.”

“Y/N, I would advise not to piss me off right now. You can’t keep her grandchild from her.”

“I’m not trying to keep her from her grandmother Eric. Just wait until she is a little older. She is more than welcome to come to Dauntless whenever she wants to see her.”

“Fine. In a couple of months then.”

You just looked at Eric not giving him an answer. Your daughter was not going anywhere without you until she could communicate effectively.

“Can I go now?” You asked sarcastically.

“Keep on being a smart-ass Y/N.”

You wanted to ask him or what but you thought it best not to provoke him further.  You shook your head and walked out the room. 

 You found Angelina sitting on the couch humming to Abigail who was still asleep.

“Angelina would you like something to drink?”

“I’m fine sweetheart. Eric, would you like something to drink.”

“No.” he snapped. “I have to get back to the office. Mom I will see you later.” Eric glared at you and without a goodbye he walked out the door. You sighed with relief and sat next to Angelina on the couch.

“Are you sleeping with Tobias?” she asked rather bluntly.

“With all due respect I don’t see how that is any of your business.”

“So that is a yes. How can you give birth to one man’s child while sleeping with another? You were Abnegation. Slut isn’t one of their characteristics.”

“Oh hell no.” You muttered as you shot up from the couch.

“I think it is time for you to go.”

An eerie smile displayed on Angelina’s lips.

“Oh toughen up sweetheart. If you and my son are to be together you need to have thicker skin.”

“What makes you think I want to be with your son.”

“Honey you are a woman. Of course, you would want to be with him.”

You held back the laughter that was creeping up in your throat.

“I need to rest. I have to sleep whenever she is sleeping.” You told her as nicely as you could.

“Sure.” Angelina lifted Abigail so you can take her. You took your daughter in your arms. “I will stop by later. If you need anything I will be at Eric’s.”

You frowned a little. How could she insult you in one breath and then offer help in the next?

“I will see you later princess.” Angelina got up from the couch and kissed Abigail’s cheek. “You really did good Y/N.”

“Thank you.” This woman really confused you. One minute she was sandpaper and the next she was velvet.

Quick Question: At what age would you let Abigail stay with her grandmother? 

Is It That Important To Be Liked? {S.M}

requested// imagine where you are dating Shawn, and when you meet the magcon boys they don’t really like you (at first)

author’s note// hey erryone here’s an imagine with a request i honest to goodness don’t like and it’ during the magcon days ily okay and i also love illuminate i’m screaming all of the songs are freakin amazin i wanna diE


You tapped my leg profusely, becoming extremely nervous. You were meeting Shawn’s friends. Well, maybe friends wasn’t the correct word to use for them. They weren’t all that close to Shawn and they were all extremely immature compared to Shawn. But that doesn’t mean he doesn’t respect them and wanted them to like you. If they liked you, that meant that the fans would like you, and life would be easier. You were taken out of my thoughts by Shawn placing his hand on your knee to stop the shaking. 

“You’ll be fine.” He kept the other hand on the wheel of his truck, keeping his eyes forward. You nodded, even though he couldn’t see you. You were still about to seize from the nerves of having to meet these boys. They are probably the most popular boys in the world right now. It’s like trying to get in with the popular kids on a whole new level. 

“Yeah, okay.” You sighed, trying to shake your leg again but Shawn’s hand kept a firm grip on your knee so you couldn’t. 

“Chill.” He looked over at you for a second with a smile. “If they don’t like you it’s fine. It’s not like it’s Ian or Lauren.” You had already met Ian and Lauren, due to the fact that you all went to the same school since second grade when you moved to Toronto and you were part of that big group of friends. Eventually you and Shawn started dating and everyone already knew and liked you, and most were your very best friends. You didn’t need to fly to Miami to meet them at a closed off hotel. 

“That’s exactly it! They are all wildly attractive teenage boys who literally go on tour around the world just to meet teenage girls who are obsessed with them. I highly doubt they would ever hang out with someone like me.” You scoffed. 

“I wouldn’t say wildly attractive…” Shawn trailed off a little, jokingly. You laughed a little and hit him in the arm. You hadn’t even realized you had pulled into the hotel that Magcon was being held at. It was a really, really nice hotel. It wasn’t the traditional Holiday Inn you would stay at with your family. 

“This is like… Really nice.” You chuckled. Shawn put his truck in park and shrugged. 

“It is. I love preforming for crowds here, they are actually pretty big.” His eyes light up when he starts talking about preforming. “They really love it.” He pauses for a second, seemingly taking a moment to think about his performances. “Okay let’s go!” He opens the door to his side of the truck and hops out, quickly jogging over to your side, opening the door. He smiled,  taking your hand and helping you hop down. You gave him a weak smile. 

“So who is the one I should really try and impress.” You questioned, him taking your hand and entwining it with his as you made your way towards the front door of the hotel. 

“Well, as I said, I am not all that close with them, but I guess Matthew. I like him pretty good.” Shawn shrugged, squeezing your hand as he opened the door. “You’ll be fine.” 

The lobby was pretty, gorgeous even. It was like nothing you had ever imagined. But the boys weren’t here. 

“Where are th-” He cut you off. 

“In a back room getting ready for the meet and greet show thing. It isn’t really a show for anyone else but me if we’re being completely honest.” Shawn stated, continuing to walk forward. 

“How did you get in here without one of those security guard stopping you and where are all the girls?”  You were genuinely confused. This seemed so lowkey. 

“This is the biggest show.” We took a sharp turn to a hallway. “We had to make sure everyone would stay away from the hotel until two hours before. So all the girls are down the road. Didn’t you see them as we were driving?” He chuckled a little. 

“I wasn’t paying attention to be completely honest.” You admitted. 

“They let us in because the security recognized me and my car. Its fine.” He knocked on a door at the very end of some hallway you had make your way to. 

“Is anyone else here? Like adults and families?” You asked, hopefully getting an answer before the door opens. 

“Yes, this is a business hotel so a lot of business men and women are here, not anyone that would care about us. That all your questions for now?” The door opened a little. 

“Yep.” You gulped as two teenage boys who looked like absolute douche-bags opened the door, one holding a mountain dew and the other holding a Doritos bag. 

“Hey, come on in.” You had no clue who either of these guys were. Shawn looked at you and nodded, motioning for you two to walk into the room. It was kind of messy, bottles strewn across the carpeted floor, empty chip bags open on tables. It wasn’t a disaster, but it wasn’t pleasant. Hopefully they would clean it up. 

“Hey Shawny boy, hey Shawny boy’s girl.” Some boy with deep blue eyes that were insanely close together shouted with a mouth full of chips. This wasn’t going to be fun. 

“My name is y/n.” You snapped just a little. You officially didn’t care what these boys thought of you now. Because they didn’t seem like people you ever wanted to associate with. They all looked up, slightly shocked that a girl of moderate attractiveness and what people have been calling, “the least significant member of magcon’s” girlfriend had the nerve, and the gall, and the presumption to be slightly rude to them. One of them had a small smirk on his face as he ate his sandwich. 

“Dang she got an attitude.” One with spiky hair said with a chuckle. You felt Shawn’s arm snake around you, squeezing onto your waist a little as Shawn whispered in your ear. 

“If you want them to like you, you’re not doing a good job, darling.” He didn’t seem all that concerned though. 

“At this point, I don’t really care.” You whispered back through your teeth. You could feel him smile into your hair. 

“Shawny, how you put up with her?” Another one who looked like he was trying to be a twenty year old man but in reality looked like he was twelve laughed, his braces showing. 

“How does your mother put up with you?” You shot back, your eyes shooting daggers along with your words. His cheeks turned red as he masked his embarrassment with a laugh. 

“It was just a joke, jeez.” He looked down, picking up a pretzel. “Get your panties outta knot.” 

“Excuse me?” You asked with a condescending laugh. 

“Y/n….” Shawn squeezed your waist again, but this time you pulled his hand away. 

“No, I will not do that, because you are all being royal douches, and I am honestly shocked these teenage girls are so obsessed with you. If this is how you treat women, telling them to get their panties out of a knot just because they don’t want to put up with your crap, I just don’t understand.” You crossed your arms. “And you look like you’re twelve.” Nice touch. 

“I like her.” He looked over to Shawn, his teeth covered in braces. “She isn’t a lil wimp who will take anything. Keep her.” He looked down at the pretzels again. All of the guys laughed, one coming over and taking your hand so you would come sit with them on the couch. They started asking you questions, seemingly taking actual interest in you. 

“You paint? What do you paint? What kind of paints do you use?” It was actually very nice having boys who seemed to have no personality outside of strange antics and having nice hair take interest in you. 

Of course, a lot of them you didn’t like. They weren’t people you ever wanted to hang out with ever again. They just weren’t your people. Bland and made crappy jokes and seemed to only care about their looks. Nice people, but not your people. But it wouldn’t be hard to be nice. But at least they liked you, and that was the only goal. 

As well as surviving. You also survived. 

author’s note// idk how i feel about this but i do know how i feel about illuminate bc ITS FIRE OH MY GOSH MY SKIN IS B U R N T ITS SO FIRE !! btw yes i used irony and foreshadowing in this imagine plz get ur panties outta a knot