you left me here waiting


Andy: Hats Part IV

i waited.
god, i waited
with bated breath for your face
at my door.
i imagined it night after night.
you would knock,
and then you’d say,
‘i love you. i’m sorry i’ve been gone so long.’
and i’d forgive you, just like always.
except this time you didn’t come back.
you just left me here
to wait.
—  j.e.b. ((i’ll always be here, waiting.))

Word count: 636

 You see him standing there, observing everything around him. He looks so handsome, yet so lonely. You shouldn’t be here, outside, and Four almost yelled at you for being so impulsive. But you needed to see him. And now, you gather all your stupid courage to throw a small rock at him. The rock hits his back and he turns around, his icy blue eyes landing on you. Immediately you run back to the woods as Eric follows you. When you’re finally far enough from anyone, you stop, waiting for him to come closer.

 “(Y/N)… What are you doing here?”

 “I’m running away from you. From Jeanine. From being tortured for being who I am.” You take a deep breath. The hole he left in your heart is impossible to be filled again. You want to kiss him. You desperately need to kiss him again.

 “Come with me. I’ll protect you, you know it. I love you.” Eric pulls you into a tight hug. “I miss you, (Y/N).”

 “I miss you too but you choose the wrong side of this war.” You dive your fingers on his hair. “You look very handsome.”

 “And you’re absolutely beautiful, even with these horrible clothes.”

 You laugh at him. Yes, you were forced to wear Amity clothes. Light brown pants and a red blouse. “Four almost freaked out when I refused to throw my Dauntless clothes away.”

 “Always being a pain in the ass.”

 “Don’t insult my friend. He’s doing your job.”

 “My job?”

 “Yes. Taking care of me.” You say and Eric’s eyes are filled with sadness..

 “I want to take care of you. Come with me. I won’t let Jeanine know that you’re Divergent. ”

 “God, Eric, I wish I could.” Your thoughts drift away with memories of those perfect days you spent with Eric back in Dauntless. Doing nothing on Sunday mornings, having dinner on the rooftop.

 “You still have me, just…”

 “Why don’t you come with me? You’re wrong and I’m right. I still love you but I can’t follow you.”

 You want to stay here forever and never let go of him, but you need to go back to your friends soon.

 “This is the last time we meet. I’m going with Four and the others. We’ll… Go as far as we can. I don’t know where but we’re going anyway. ”

 “(Y/N), please. Don’t leave me again.”

 “No. You left me. I’ll convince Four to wait for ten minutes, right here. It will be your last chance. Our last chance.” You smile, pecking his lips before walking away. “Just remember I love you.”

 “So, let me try to understand this situation. You told Eric where we are just because of this blind hope you have that he’ll choose you over Erudite.” Peter stands in front of you, a finger on your face. “Do you really think Eric will choose you over the power he has now?” You try not to let it show how anxious you are. If he doesn’t come, you’ll never see him again. Or worse, you’ll have to fight against him. Your heart is beating loudly on your chest.

 “Peter, I swear I’ll…” Footsteps echoing through the trees makes everyone gets up and prepare themselves for a fight. You know that if your friends die tonight, it would be your fault.

 “(Y/N), it’s him.” Tris is the first to see him in the darkness and gives you a small smile.

 “Eric?” You call, running to meet him and jumping on his arms. “Is that it? You’re… you’re coming with me?”

 “I can’t stay here knowing that you may be in some serious trouble out there.” Eric lifts you up, spinning you around.

 “God, I love you, Eric!”

 “I love you too. Now, let’s go. We have a new world to see.”

Hannigram AU: It

When Will was young, the only place he found much joy was with his friends: Beverly, Jimmy, Alana, Brian, Jack, and Margot. The seven of them weren’t well liked in school then, The Loser’s Club, but none of them cared.

His parents were not very strict, but they weren’t exactly warm and most of his best memories were of fishing in the pond with his younger sister, Abigail.

After Abigail was taken, Will remembers his mother left and his father barely spoke.  

Will’s explanation fell on deaf ears, no one believed him about the man in the clown suit, not even his friends. Until someone took Bella, and Jack was determined to find her.

They didn’t find her, but they stopped It.

Or so they’d thought.

Will felt the fear rise up in him, fighting not to show It just how scared he was.

The cold breath on his cheek made him close his eyes.

“You’ve grown up so well, my cunning boy,” the icy touch of long dead fingers made him sob, “But look where that has gotten you. Alone, all alone.”

Will opened his eyes, smiling even as tears blurred his vision.

“I’m not alone.”

The wide smile got in return was chilling.

“No, I suppose not. Though I have been here waiting, right where you left me.”

Will shivered as the monster he had pretended to forget leaned in and licked his cheek.

“They all float down here, Will, and you will too. I promise you that.”


keys // with confidence (x)

Fading - Scott McCall

Characters: Scott McCall, Stiles Stilinski, Reader.


Originally posted by stilinskiever

You were back in Beacon Hills. It’d only been two years but you’d cut ties with everyone. It was too painful to talk to anyone.

You walked into the restaurant, picking up your order. You’d told your mom you’d eat before you came by the house to see her. You paid and grabbed your bag turning around. You start to walk out when you see him. Your heart feels like it’s dropped to the floor. Your head hurts from all of the memories flooding back. You try to hurry out the door before he sees you.

“Y/N! Is that you?” You hear Stiles shout. You turned on your heel and gave him a small wave. “Come over here!”

You sighed and walked over, trying to avoid Scott’s gaze. Stiles stood up and hugged you. “How’ve you been?”

“Ahh..normal, I guess.” You shrug. “How’s school?” You asked him.

“I’m done! For now I’m working as a deputy…dad’s worried about me jumping right into higher government.” He rolls his eyes.

“That’s great! I’m sure he has a point, though.” You smile.

“Hey, Y/N.” Scott says quietly and you look over at him.

“Hey.” You tuck a strand of your hair behind your ear. You’re sure he can hear your heart pounding.

“Are you doing well?” He almost whispers and you nod.

“I am. Yeah. Are you?”

He shakes his head ever so slightly and looks at you, giving you the look. The look that would make you want to cry. He’d always given you that look when he was upset, or after a fight when he’d sneak into your bedroom. It was the look that made you open your arms wide for him to hold you.

It was all too much. “I should go. My mom’s waiting on me to come by..” You turn and start to walk away.

Scott grabs your arm. “Can we talk?”

“I really should go…my number’s the same.” You nod at him before leaving, your head spinning.

You barely make it to your car before he’s texted you. You get inside and unlock your phone.

Where can we talk?

You sigh and reply. I don’t really want to go anywhere. Can you just call me?

Yeah. I’ll call in about an hour.

He did. He called exactly an hour later.

“Hello?” You answered the phone, walking up to your old bedroom.

“Hey. I just..I really need to talk to you.”

You sat on your bed. We’re you crazy or did the pillow beside you smell like Scott. You exhaled loudly. “About what?”

“I’m still in love with you.” He blurted out.

“I..Scott…I just..” You sighed.

“I know I’m the one who screwed everything up, but I love you, Y/N. I’ll always love you.”

“Then why’d you do it? If you loved me then why’d you leave me?”

“I didn’t want to! I had to. If I hadn’t have left everyone would be dead. You have to understand that.”

“Except I don’t. I don’t understand because you could’ve taken me with you. We talked about getting married already, Scott. You left me without a hint of where you were going, you wouldn’t answer my calls. What was I supposed to do except feel abandoned?”

You heard him take a deep breath. “You left too! Don’t act like you were here waiting for me.”

“I left to get away from all the memories of you! I left because of you!” You felt tears sting at the corners of your eyes.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry I left. I was so scared I’d lose you, but I lost you anyway.”

“You don’t think I’m still in love with you? I’ve pushed away guys I could’ve had something with because all I could think about was your big dopey smile.” You felt a tear fall.

You heard something at your window and your heart fluttered. You hung up the phone and threw it on then bed before sliding your curtains open. There he was, that dopey smile spread on his face. You slid your window open and helped him in.

He held his arms open and you hugged him tightly. “I’m sorry, Y/N. I really am.”

“I missed you, Scotty.” You mumble into his chest.

“I’ve kept walking around town, hoping to run into you. When I saw you today…I thought I was losing my mind.” He kisses the top of your head. “You knew I was back…you had to…why didn’t you call?”

“I thought you didn’t want me anymore…and remembering how happy we were just makes the pain worse.“

“I should’ve brought you with me. You’re right.” He sighs and hugs you closer. “Do you forgive me?”

“Not completely but I think we could work on that.” You look up at him and he wipes your tears with his thumbs.

“Do-over?” He asks.

You nod. “Do-over.”

What Do You Say When Words Are Not Enough? (Part Four)

Read Part Three Here:

Part Four: It Must Have Been Love But It’s Over Now

Dun Dun Dun…the return of Bucky and he is going to stir up a lot of trouble!

The title of this chapter comes from this song and I feel like it sets up the whole tone for this chapter so please feel free to listen as you read, I’m not going to hint at who it applies to though!

Summary: Bucky broke your heart completely, and though you never thought you could love someone like that ever again, after Tony confesses he has carried feelings for you for a long time, could you find it in you to take another chance on love? Will Bucky let you? 

Warnings: Some choice words spoken between Bucky and y/n. This one is bumpy, so you might want to strap yourself in!

Words: c. 2,457

“Please y/n,” he pleaded dropping his bag on the floor and attempting to take a step towards you, “Please tell me it’s not too late.”

 You felt an uncontrollable rage as you looked passed Bucky at Steve.

“Did you bring him here?” you spat.

“Y/n please hear him out,” Steve was looking fully exhausted now, all traces of his anger from last night gone, and you shook your head at him in pure disbelief.

Bucky stood looking at you with a stupid pleading expression on his face and Steve beckoned for Sam to come away, which he reluctantly did but not before telling you to call him if you needed anything.

“You have two minutes,” you said in the best warning tone you could muster.

“I thought you deserved better,” his tone was still pleading, “I thought you deserved better than anything I could ever give you. I convinced myself that I was doing the right thing, that walking away from you was the best thing I could have done.”

“For who?” you demanded “It wasn’t for me Bucky. I loved you, I needed you!”

A look of anguish covered his face and he swallowed thickly “Loved?”

You cocked your head in question, and he looked defeated as he slumped down in a vacant armchair and sighing he covered his face with his hand.

“Past tense, you said you loved me. It’s too late already”

“Bucky,” you sighed moving to sit on the coffee table in front of him, “I waited for you for months. I cried myself to sleep for months. It wasn’t too late then, you could have come back and I would have fallen straight into your arms. But you never came. You never even called me, you left me completely by myself and just expected me to be still here waiting for you when you finally decided you wanted me again? It doesn’t work like that.”

“How long?”


“How long did you wait before you climbed into bed with him?” he asked tone icy.

You stood up and stormed across the room indignantly, this man really knew how to hurt you.

“You know what Bucky, fuck you!” you spat, and he looked like he was going to get up out of his chair when he spotted the tears in your eyes “You do not get to sit on the moral high ground on this one, you left me. You broke my heart. You did that. Not me, not Tony!”

With this Bucky did get up and moved to block your way out of the room and fought with you until he could hold your hands in his.

“I’m sorry y/n, please you have no idea how sorry I am. I’ve been such a classic fool but you have to believe I thought I was doing the right thing. I thought I was doing it for your good but I can see now that I was a coward. I was so afraid you would wake up one day and see me for exactly what I am, and that you would leave me, so I did it first.”

Your anger began to dissipate as you looked into his eyes, “You should have known I would never have left you. Bucky I loved you more than anything in the world. You should have known!”

“Y/n? Is everything alright?” you heard Tony’s voice before he appeared before you, and you quickly pulled your hands out of Bucky’s as he came into view and didn’t miss your action, his eyes flying between where your hands had been joined only moments before and you wiped viciously at the tears that were gathering on your face.

You didn’t miss the sheer look of panic on his face as he took in the close proximity of you and Bucky, and he looked a little like he had been winded.

“What… what is he doing here?” he asked eyeing Bucky up suspiciously.

“He was just leaving,” you answered staring Bucky down as he looked pleadingly at you.

“I’m not going anywhere,” he answered back defiantly.

“Well then I am leaving,” you replied trying to push past him and he caught your arm causing you to spin back towards him.

“Get your hands off her,” Tony warned, pulling you towards him, and Bucky squared up.

“This doesn’t involve you Stark!” he spat and Tony released you, chest puffing as he marched up to meet Bucky.

“This has everything to do with me Barnes.”

They eyed each other viciously waiting for the other to make the first move.

“You’re loving this aren’t you,” Bucky huffed “Watching her from the shadows for years and hoping she’d notice you, I bet you just couldn’t wait to make your move when I was gone.”

“I watched her waste away before my eyes for months because of you. I took no joy from that! You’re in this mess because you walked away from her.”  

“She loves me Stark, she could never lie to me and I can see it written all over her face,” Bucky warned “and I love her and I don’t care what you say I won’t let you get in the way of that!”

Tony deflated because that was precisely what he feared, he had been living in dread of the day that Bucky would return and re-ignite all the feelings you had been trying to bury for months.

He turned to face you, “I won’t y/n. I won’t stand in your way. All I want, all I’ve ever wanted is for you is to be happy,” and with one final look at Bucky, he walked away and out of the room.

You looked at Bucky’s bags on the floor, and back up at him.

“Pick them up and go. Wherever it was you were before you came here, go back there Bucky.”

He ran his hands through his hair, “Y/n please, you know you still have feelings for me. What we had that doesn’t just disappear and maybe, maybe you do have feelings for Stark but you know deep down you’re still in love with me. I promise you, I would never, ever do anything to hurt you ever again. Please just give me one chance. One last chance to be the man you’ve always deserved.”

The worst part was the sting of betrayal you felt for letting his words get to you, for letting yourself momentarily consider what he was saying until you remembered Tony’s brown eyes as he was walking away.

“Get your things together and go Bucky. I don’t have anything else to say to you.”

And you walked away leaving Bucky calling your name, and tears rolling down your cheeks as you set out to find Tony.

He wasn’t anywhere in his apartment and that meant he could only be one place, the basement.

Taking the elevator was taking too long, and with every floor you passed a sense of urgency and anxiety was building.

You found him tinkering with an Iron Man suit and even though he heard you, he didn’t turn to face you.

“Tony?” you tried voice quivering and sounding desperate.

“You should be with him y/n,” he replied over his shoulder with that false bravado he does when he is trying to pretend he’s not hurting.

“Why are you saying that?” you asked taking a step towards him, only for him to move further away from you.

“Don’t,” he tried to warn but it sounded more like pleading.

“We were real, and we were fantastic. We were really fantastic. But we both know who you belong with really.”

“Tony please?” you begged trying to take another step towards him, only for him to hold his hand up and shake his head.

“Maybe it was love, maybe it was. But it’s over now. This is me bowing out of the race, out of the competition. I meant it y/n I won’t stand in your way.”

“Tony please,” you begged “there is no competition! I’m standing right here with you. Will you please look at me?”

You were getting a migraine from the whiplash of the events of today, seeing Bucky again for the first time and now this.

“He was right y/n, you still have feelings for him,” you were about to argue and he looked at you soothingly “It’s not your fault sweetheart, you’ve been through so much these past few months. But I can’t compete with him, I won’t compete with him. I think we should cut our losses now, and you should just be with him.”

Tears rolled down your cheeks but you were too numb to even wipe them away.

“That’s what you really think?” you asked, your voice betraying just how hurt you were.

“That’s what I think,” he replied indifferently and returned to tinkering with his suit.

You stood rooted to the spot for a few moments hoping he would turn around again and tell you he was lying, tell you he loved you, but he kept his back turned to you and as you walked up the steps, with one final look over your shoulder you found him still tinkering with the suit.

You made it precisely into Nat’s arms before you crumpled into a thousand pieces, and she did her best to hold you together.

You cried until your voice went hoarse and when Nat had finally managed to coax what had happened from you, she looked like she was ready to kill someone.

“What are you going to do?” she asked you finally, stroking your hair.

“I’m going to talk to Bucky,” you told her rising from the bed.

“Y/n,” she said in a warning tone.

“Tony was right I do still have feelings for him, I have to do this Nat.”

“I think you’re making a huge mistake,” she warned “but you know I’ll stand by you no matter what you do.”

You knocked loudly on Steve’s door and when he opened it and took in your appearance his whole face softened.

“Y/n, are you alright?” he asked softly.

“Is he here? Is Bucky here?” you asked and a blood-shot eyed Bucky appeared behind Steve, a tell-tale sign that he had been crying.

“We need to talk,” you told him honestly “No shouting, no fighting. Just talking,” you told him and he nodded profusely.

As you sat beside each other on the sofa, he waited patiently for you to speak.

“You were right I do still have feelings for you, but Bucky they’re unresolved feelings. You were all I ever wanted and I loved you so much, and I knew I was losing you for days before you left. I kept hoping that maybe if I did more, if I was more attentive you would stay. I couldn’t understand what I had done wrong to make you leave.”

“You did nothing wrong,” he cried.

“And I can see that now. All of this time I’ve been blaming myself, I was never angry at you because I somehow still believed it was all my fault and I believed that right up until today. I couldn’t fall completely out of love with you because I didn’t blame you. And I’ve heard your reasons and I’m sure that at the time you really did believe it was for the best, and I think to a certain extent that you might have been right. I don’t think we were ever completely right for each other, and that would have split us up eventually, if not sooner then later.”

You took a second to look at him before continuing, “and I love him Bucky. I really love him!”

Bucky sighed deeply and collapsed against the back of the sofa.

“Does he make you happy?” he asked dejectedly.

“Yes,” you told him, feeling close to tears again, and he looked at you, really looked at you.

“All I ever wanted was for you to be happy, and if…if it’s not with me, I’m glad you found someone who can make you happy.”

“I did love you Bucky, I really did and I will always care for you.”

Bucky leaned forward and pulled you into a hug, “I’ll always love you, and I will always be there for you if you ever need me.”

“What will you do?” you asked him pulling away to look at him and he tucked a piece of your hair behind your ear.

“I have to fall out of love with you doll and I can’t do that here, I’ll go back to where I was staying, don’t worry about Steve I’ll talk to him, assure him that I won’t be doing another disappearing act. I’m sorry for how I treated you, and I’m sorry we didn’t work out, I’ll regret it for a long time, I hope some day you can find it in you to forgive me, and that we could even be friends.”

“Perhaps some day,” you told him rising from your seat and looking him over one last time, “Take care of yourself Bucky, I hope you find happiness and whatever it is you’re looking for, I really do.”

He rose too and pulled you in for one last hug, you revelled in the scent that used to be so familiar with you, before you patted him on the chest and resolutely walked away.

A quick sweep of the basement showed no sign of Tony and you were slightly panicked to find his suit in pieces on the floor from where he had smashed it to pieces.

The sound of footsteps on the stairs caused you to turn around only to find Bruce standing tentatively.

“I sent him upstairs,” he said gently “He’s not in a good way.”

You burst into Tony’s apartment calling out to him “Tony, I…”

When you spotted him he was seated on his sofa with a glass of red wine in his hand and Pepper sitting the other side of him.

You blinked a few times, mouth opening and closing, trying to process what exactly it was you were seeing. Was today battle of the exes day or something?

He looked at you waiting for your response and you clammed up.

“I should have knocked first,” was all you could muster, and Pepper smiled pleasantly at you and then her smile turned to confusion as she noted Tony’s expression.

“What was it you wanted?” he asked swirling the red wine around in his glass, and not looking at you.

“It can wait,” you told them wanting to get out of the room as quick as your legs could carry you, and you bolted punching the wall of the elevator as the door closed, and wincing at the impact.  

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The Long And Winding Road (9.13-14)
The Beatles

January 9th, 1969 (Twickenham Film Studios, London): As everyone waits for John and George to arrive, Ringo, Mal, and director Michael-Lindsay Hogg listen as Paul tries to figure out the lyrics for the second verse of ‘The Long And Winding Road’. (Note: Mal’s reference to The Wizard of Oz reminds me of this interview he did in 1975 about him and Paul crying over John’s “I want a divorce” declarative.) 

PAUL: See I was thinking of having another – like the weather obstacle. 

MICHAEL: It’s beautiful. What’s it called?

PAUL: ‘The Long And Winding Road’. [tries playing; falters] The only trouble is I always think of the… The storm clouds and the rain / Break up over the winding road… [trails off]

PAUL: I suppose it should still be about this sort of winding road. I’ve just got that picture – just the winding road that leads to your door, it will never disappear, I’ve seen that road before, it’ll always lead me here, lead me to your door. [audio feedback] Oh no!

RINGO: [laughs] It’s a start.

MAL: What you’re talking is sort of like The Wizard of Oz. Did you ever see The Wizard of Oz?

PAUL: No no no, I didn’t, but I’ve—

MAL: ‘The Yellow Brick Road’?

PAUL: Yeah. I know. 

MAL: ‘The Long And Winding Road’. 

MICHAEL: It’s great. 

PAUL: You see, it’s also something… [starts playing again]

MAL: It’s got that feel about it, you know? [inaudible] —so [Dorothy] gets back to, back to the boys— [inaudible] —and she’s never going to see them again.

MICHAEL: Yeah, yeah, exactly. 

MAL: It’s a terrible feeling. 

MICHAEL: Heartbreaker, yeah. It’s great.

MAL: It made me cry.

PAUL: It could be like the thing that’s up ahead. The thing that’s up ahead / At the end of the road… 

MAL: Like, how about like the obstacles on the road, that you’re going over?

PAUL: No, but I think the obstacles – eh, you know. I have enough obstacles without putting them in the song. [laughs] 

MICHAEL: How’s it going to end? Is it going to end happily, or just – not sure yet? Is that the end?

PAUL: No, it should end something like this. But still they lead me back / To the long and winding road / You left me waiting here / A long long time ago / Don’t leave me standing here / Lead me to your door…

Rain and Reflections (Jasper x intended POC reader)

A/N: This is something I came up with in my sleep. This is a twilight fic, I wanted to try one. So let me know what you think. Never fear I am coming up with another part to Mrs. Winchester as well. Sorry for the hiatus (mini).

Warning: This does touch on some suggestive and triggering themes


Imagine reflecting on your life and how you met Jasper.


Originally posted by rain-tea-coffee

Originally posted by thisweirdmouth-blog

Originally posted by those-sweet-beginnings

As you sat on the living room couch in the Cullen household, beads of rain poured onto the glass pane. You watched as it slid down until it reached the bottom of the glass, sipping your tea. 

Although you had the strength and ability to destroy almost anything, it gave you great pleasure to do just the opposite of that-to appreciate the little things. You chuckled at the thought. 

Days like these you adored the most, and they came often in Forks. Rain was insignificant in the town, as it happened all the time. When it doesn’t, however, people grow concerned. That was sort of how your life went, and with your centuries of existence, it was no doubt extensive.

The sound of a door opening disturbed your thoughts; The scent of the persons blood identifying who the intruder was.  

“Hey, Bella”  You said, sipping your tea, not looking at the door. 

“Edward isn’t here. They all left to go hunting earlier. You can wait here with me if you’d like.” You finished. 

You had neutral feelings about Bella when you first met her, but when you discovered how much she made your brother Edward happy, you accepted it. After all, she did nothing to you and, unlike Rosalie, hating her was not an option. Hate was all you received growing up, and you’d seen the damage it has done. You’d be damned if you treat Bella how others treated you, as no one deserved that. Truth be told, Bella reminded you of yourself from your human life.

“Thanks, (yn).” She said, sitting across from you in a single chair. Glancing at her, you could sense that something else was bothering her.

“Is something wrong?” You asked, concerned.

“No, nothing’s wrong. I kind of didn’t come here to see Edward, but mostly came here to talk with you.” She admitted, peaking your interest. You sat your mug down and turned to face her. 

“Talk to me about what?“ 

“About you and your story. From an outsiders view, you seem,” She hesitated. “different from the rest of the Cullens. You aren’t macho like Emmett or overprotective like Edward. Just mellow.”

“Honestly, I’m curious about you, is what I’m trying to say.” Bella  looked down at her shoes, nervously.

You took a deep breath, and smiled at her. 

“I get what your asking. Edward wasn’t lying when he said you were curious about everything. I don’t mind telling you.” Bella looked up, slightly relieved, anticipating what you were going to say next.

“Although I am content with it now, my life didn’t always match my demeanor. I was born in 1845, in Houston, Texas. I had two brothers and a sister. My family wasn’t like your typical one because we lived on a plantation. It didn’t take me long to realize that-,”

“You were born into slavery.” Bella finished, with a horrified expression on her face.

“Yes. It was a very different time.” You nodded your head sadly. “I was put to work in the fields by the time I was 6. But as my sister and I grew older, we became…appealing to the master so we became house servants. My parents were so relieved as we didn’t have to do that much work as a field slaves,” You shook your head.

 "But if only they knew. The master would take turns with the older house servants and rape them. We could hear them crying and screaming every night we were in the house, but we couldn’t do anything to help.“ You stare out the window recalling the painful memory, then turn your attention back to Bella.

"By the time I was 16, my father grew very sick. My brothers made sure his share of work was done, so we could stay together. But their efforts failed, as they ended up being sold away to another plantation. I never saw them again. To make things worse, my father passed away shortly after. My mother and sister were all that I had left and I vowed the protect them, even if it meant giving up my own life." 

 Bella stiffened, but nodded for you to continue.

"The Civil War broke out, and slave owners began to panic. They knew war was going to decimate their way of life, so the Southern states fought harder to keep it their way. One night, I was downstairs cleaning when I heard screaming and yelling, but this time, it was my sisters voice. I ran to the bedroom and knocked the master out with a lamp. After a stint like that, my mother and sister knew I would be killed, so I packed my stuff and I ran that night.”

“Where were you going?” Bella asked.

“I had no idea, but I was praying to God that I’d live to find a place. I came across an old cabin after about a day in the woods, but I never made it. A group of newborns found me and dragged me to the rest of their coven. I’ll never forget, a beautiful woman with a white dress and long hair came up to me, but she had red eyes and it scared me. She told me her name was Maria and that I would make a great addition to her coven, and she turned me.”

“Wait, Maria as in the one who turned Jasper?” Bella asked.

“Indeed. That’s when I met him. I watched how Maria controlled and manipulated him; She had Jasper wrapped around her finger. With him at her side, Maria was nearly invincible. I knew what he was capable of, but I wasn’t afraid. We began a secret friendship, as our way of keeping each other sane.”

“I learned self-control shortly after I was turned. I only fed when I needed to, and didn’t kill for sport, unlike the rest of the coven. I refused to turn anyone else and tried to convince others to do the same. Maria didn’t like that I was questioning her authority, so she sent Jasper to dispose of me. He told me what she was planning to do, and we ran that night.” 

"We spent almost a century staying in town after town pretending we were a couple, eventually becoming a real one. Of course, we were met with hate and violence throughout the years, but being immortal, we were able to… dispose of the threats that came to our door-literally and figuratively.” You smirked.

“I don’t get it, why did people hate the two of you together? You minded your own business.” Bella had a perplexed look on her face.

“Like I said Bella, these were different times. I was black and Jasper was white-as long as we were together, we would always be a target for trouble. I knew even before becoming inhuman that me being black would put me in danger until the day I died. Being turned never changed my situation, but it made me feel better equipped to deal with all of it. Sad to say even now, things aren’t that much different, but I learned to not let it get to me. I had a person I loved by my side who also loved me, and that was enough for me.” You looked down, and if you could, you would blush.

“Yeah, I know that feeling.” She agreed.

“However, I wanted to go back and find my family. I wanted to bury them properly and close that chapter of my life. It was something I had to do alone and I didn’t want him to get hurt by being with me in the South, so I left him. That was probably the worst mistake I’ve ever made, but it was to protect him.” You bit your lip.

“About 20 years later, I hear that an army of newborns was planning to destroy another coven in Forks and that they needed help. So I came, and was reunited with Jasper. And well, here we are now.” You picked up your now cold tea, and sipped it again.

“Wow. I’d never knew you went through all of that if you never told me.” Bella leans back in her chair, baffled.

‘Well, looks can be deceiving.“ You smirked sipping your tea again. You stood up walking to the kitchen, Bella following suit.

The sound of feet landing in the open pavilion pulled you and Bella out of your conversation.

"Honey, I’m home! Emmett joked. The rest of your family shortly coming in behind him.

A pair arms belonging to your Southern-gentleman wrapped around your waist. You instinctively snuggled into them.

"Hey, darlin’” Jasper said, then acknowledged Bella. You smiled and gave him a soft kiss. He let go of his embrace and stood next to you.

 Bella watches this display of affection, and secretly wishes her love with Edward would last as long as yours and Jasper’s.

“What did you two do while we were gone?” Jasper looks between the both of you.

“Oh nothing, just watched the rain and talked.” Bella smirked and you gave her a wink.

You turned to look out the window again,only this time, sun is shining back at you.

Originally posted by butteryplanet

Deep - ChrisMD*

Warnings: Smut, there is alot of smut in this if you don’t like that type of thing then i sugest don’t read 

Words: 7k

Requested: Nope, this is my own idea for once

Summary: Y/N and Chris are friends with benefits and both seem to have a sudden change of heart, i may do a part 2 to this so make sure to ask if you want it
This imagine is very loosely based on the song Heartbeat by Childish Gambino, i would suggest listening to this song first or while you are reading the imagine so i’m going to link it here  —>> x



You didn’t go on dates often, somehow Cal had managed to convince you to go on a date with one of his mates, Danny  and it was clear to see that you wasn’t exactly excited
You went to the bar that you were supposed to meet him at a little earlier than planned, you hoped that getting there before him would calm your nerves about the date, it was basically a blind date since you had actually never met him before
You walked in and sat down at the bar, not knowing how long he was going to be. You payed no attention to any of your surroundings until you heard a familiar voice speak to you

“What are you doing here?”
You turned your head to Chris and smiled

“I am here on a blind date”

“Ah, who is the guy?”

“Some guy called Danny”

“Who set you up on this date?”

“Cal did, why so many questions?

“I’m just curious”
You nodded at his response

“What are you doing here?”

“I don’t actually know, I was bored thought maybe I could find a girl to occupy my time for a while”

“So you are here to find a girl who wants to fuck you”
He nodded and laughed

“Can’t seem to find what I am looking for”

“Well it might be because the only girl I have seen you speak to in here has been me”

“Doesn’t that show you something?”

“What that you want to fuck me?”
His eyes briefly glanced over you

“It’s nothing new is it babe”
You shook your head and laughed

“I am here for a date, I can’t let you take me home and fuck me can I”
He smiled and leaned in closer to you

“Who said it can’t happen here”
His voice was low, quiet so only you could hear him
“How long until he gets here?”
He leaned forward and gently brushed his lips across yours

“Like half an hour?”

“Long enough”

You and Chris had been sleeping together for the past few months, a sex only relationship that neither of you complained about, no one really suspected anything since you were close friends anyway and having to explain it to your friends was not something either of you wanted to do

He smirked slightly and stood up holding out his hand for you to grab, you followed him out to his car and got into the passenger seat, he got into the driver’s seat and drove to a deserted car park behind the building and parked up and turned the engine off
You moved to straddle him, your dressing riding up your hips as you did
Your hands went to his face, leaning forward and kissing him as his hands slowly slid up your thighs and rested on your now bare hips. The kiss was quick, rushed even
One of his hands moved down and pushed your panties to the side, running a finger through your slit and circling it around your clit, a small moans leaving your lips, getting lost in your kiss
He pushed his finger into you, slowly moving it in and out, curling it slightly up making your moans gradually becoming louder, he pulled away from the kiss and trailed his lips up your neck, pressing kisses under your ear but being careful to not make any marks

“You’re fucking soaking”

You let out a moan at his words

He pulled his finger out of you and you slid your hands down his covered chest to his jeans, undoing them and moving them down with his boxers enough so that his ever hardening cock would be visible

He moved your panties to the side once more and let you sink down onto him, a groan of relief leaving him when you did

His hands on your hips helped you move, guiding your movements on him, he thrusted up meeting you halfway going deeper inside of you

Your moans got louder, his lips attaching themselves back to yours to silence you


He moaned into the kiss when you clenched around him

Your walls squeezing tightly around him and his cock pressing right against the most sensitive spot inside of you had set you both off

The sex was quite quick, not knowing how long you had been with him for and not really wanting to be late for your date

“Better get back, your date might be in there and I’d hate to make you keep him waiting”
He spoke when you moved off of his lap and back into the passenger seat, he turned and watched you as you fixed your dress, hair and makeup

“What are you doing?”

“Watching you”

He laughed but never answered, you turned to look at him once you finished

“How do I look?”

You laughed and blushed slightly at his comment

“I should really get going”

“Have fun”

“I’ll try”
He laughed, you leaned in and pressed a soft kiss on his cheek

“Enjoy whoever you end up with tonight”

“Nah, I think I’m just going to go home”

“Enjoy your night Chris”
You sent him a smile before getting out of the car, fixing your dress once more and spraying perfume on yourself before walking off back to the bar

He watched you get out the car and walk away, he sighed to himself
Once you walked around the corner and was out of his eyesight he shut his eyes, hitting his fist off of the steering wheel before sitting back in the seat
He mentally shouted at himself for letting you walk back into the bar to meet Darren or whatever the fuck his name was,Chris didn’t really care for him.
He wasn’t too sure why but he hoped you would just appear back outside the car and tell him to take you home because you didn’t want to go on the date, he knew it was an unrealistic wish
He let out another deep sigh before closing off his mind and driving home

Meanwhile, you had just walked back into the bar and you saw Danny sitting at the bar

“Finally you’re here”

“What do you mean finally?”
You asked, sitting on the bar stool next to him

“Well I’ve been waiting ages”

“How long?”

“Like 10 minutes”

“That’s not exactly a long time”

“Whatever it doesn’t matter, you are here now that’s all that matters I guess”

You sighed already knowing how much of a disaster this date will end up as, could possibly turn out to be one of the worst dates of your life

“So, why were you so late?”                                
His eyes scanned your body whilst he spoke, his eyes lingering on your chest  for quite a while, you mentally thanked yourself for wearing a high necked dress so it was all covered up

You looked down at your phone to check the time, you had agreed to meet him here at 8 and sure enough, it was bang on 8

“I’m not late; I am actually exactly on time”
He rolled his eyes

“It doesn’t matter you still left me waiting”

“Well it’s your fault for getting here so early, you have no reason to get bitchy with me”

“Fine, are you drinking”
You shook your head at his question, you had decided against drinking on the first date plus you drove there and drunk driving is not something you do
“Who comes to a bar and doesn’t drink?”

“Me and anyway it was your idea to come here, why does it matter? Did you just bring me here to try and get me drunk?”

“You got me”
You rolled your eyes and sighed

“Why don’t you just tell me about yourself Danny”

“Isn’t really much to know”

“Nothing, you have nothing to say about yourself?”
He shook his head and you rolled your eyes
He frowned slightly

“I’m sorry, I know I have been a bit of a dick, why don’t we have a fresh start”
You nodded and he stuck his hand out for you to shake

“I’m Danny”
You giggled


“Well it is lovely to meet you Y/N”

The conversation flowed nicely for the next hour or so, you felt slightly bad for your misjudgement early on in the date. It was a lot nicer now, that was until he began to drink a little more than he should have and his drunk personality mixed with your sober one didn’t go so well

“Where do you plan on going after this?”
His words were slightly slurred

“Home, alone”

“You are no fun”

“What because I won’t sleep with you?”
He nodded

“I just expected it, a lot of the girls that I’ve been set up with are always ready to jump into bed with me just after meeting me”


“Yep, we fuck and then never see or speak to eachother again. I just expected you to do the same”
You sighed when you watched him pick up his drink again

“I think I’m going to go now, it was nice meeting you Danny”

“What, why?”
He swung his hand back knocking his glass of beer all over you

“Oh gosh I’m so sorry”
He spoke, a slight smile tugging at the corner of his lips as his eyes went straight to the place the beer had went all over and naturally made your dress tighter over, your chest
You stood up without saying anything and walked away

You muttered under your breath as you got outside and into your car

You closed your eyes and sank back into the seat sighing loudly
You began to wish that Chris would’ve stopped you from going back into the bar and told you to scrap the date and go home with him which you would’ve happily agreed, no doubt you would’ve had a better time with him
You put your seat belt on and began to drove home
You began to wonder if Danny knew where you really were before the date, getting fucked, so that would be why he tried to fuck you, or he was just a dick in general

Once you got home you kicked your heels off and collapsed face down on your bed and stayed there for a while. You picked up your phone and unlocked it, your thumb hovering over Chris’s contact before checking the time
Just after midnight, he should be awake you thought to yourself before clicking on it
It rang for a while before he answered


You sighed through the phone

“How did your date go?”

“Fucking terrible”
A small smile landed on his face at your response but was soon taken over by a frown at the sound of your voice

“What happened?”

“Can you just come over, I’d like to be in the company of someone who isn’t a complete and utter arsehole”

“Of course, I’ll be there soon”
You said goodbye before hanging up, you got changed from your clothes, taking off your dress and bra and putting on a thin dressing gown, tying the silky belt like thing into a small bow and going to take your makeup off
Shortly after, your door knocked. You answered it to reveal Chris leaning against the door frame

“You look distressed”

“You look hot”
He rolled his eyes
“But yes, I am distressed”
You opened the door wider to let him walk in

“Did it go that bad”                                  
You frowned and nodded walking back into your room and sitting on the edge of your bed, Chris closed your front door and took his shoes off before following you in and sitting next to you

“So what happened?”

“It started literally as soon as he saw me, he complained that I was late and left him waiting ages and in reality I was exactly on time and he had to wait 10 minutes for me. He then went on about how it was weird that I went to a bar and decided not to drink even though he chose where we were going to go and that he just wanted to get me a drink, I asked him about himself and he just said there wasn’t much  to know and you know what it went alright, it was nice for like an hour or so after that but then well I never drank tonight as I just said, but he did” 

“I’m guessing he drank too much then?”
You nodded and frowned, looking down at your hands

“Yes, he just turned back into a dick. He just kept staring at my chest, I don’t even think he made eye contact with me for longer than 5 fucking seconds. Then he tried to go home with, told me I wasn’t fun because he thought I was just going to go home with him, shag him and never speak to him again and then to end the night he spilt his drink all over me”

“Gosh you had a rough time”
You just nodded, he wrapped his arms around you and pulled you into his side

“See, there is a reason I don’t go on dates, everyone just wants to fuck”

“I mean I see why, you’re a very attractive girl that many people would love to fuck, obviously there is a lot more to you than just your looks but some people don’t care about that”

“You know you can’t say much since all you’re doing is fucking me”

“Well yes I am, but I always have a very good, pleasurable time fucking you but I do very much love having you as a friend too, you truly are a wonderful girl”
You looked up and smiled at him

“I appreciate that”
He laughed and watched you stand up
“Do I just attract the wrong guys, am I just accidently giving fuck me eyes to every guy I see”

“I mean you always have that look in your eyes when you are around me”

“What do you mean?”

“You just have that lustful glaze over your eyes, even the guys have noticed”

“Wait really?”

“Yeah, the amount of comments I’ve received about it, the other day I had one of tell me, in their words exactly ‘she totally wants your cock bro’”
Your eyes widened slightly before you laughed and faced him

“Well I do, how could I not”
He laughed and pulled you closer to him so you were standing right in front of where he was sitting

He ran his hands down your waist that was currently covered by the thin material of your dressing gown, his hands dropped from your waist for a moment. You breathing got shaky when he lifted his hand up and pulled on part of the bow causing it to undo and your dressing gown to fall open

Chris watched it slowly fall down your arms and pool around your feet on the floor, his eyes slowly moved up your body, taking in a sharp breath when he noticed that your chest was bare and the only item of clothing you were wearing covered your most private, delicate part
He pulled you forward to straddle his lap, his lips pressing against yours as soon as you did, he slowly layed back on the bed as the kiss got heated, your hands landing either side of his head on the bed whilst his went down to your hips and occasionally moving down to your ass squeezing it lightly, you parted your lips from him and sat up, sliding your hands under his shirt and pulling it off of him before leaning down and kissing him again

He moved so you were laying on the bed, he stood up and took off his jeans along with his boxers before hovering over you
He pressed small kisses down your neck and trailed them down your body, once reaching your thighs he kneeled up and looked down at you
He ran his hands over the line of your panties before hooking his fingers under them and sliding them down your legs and dropping them on to the floor, he hovered over you again and ran the tip of his cock over your clit before pushing in to you, his hands squeezed the bed sheets near your head tightly when he sunk all of himself deep in your soaking core
You let out a breathy moan in to his ear when his head fell into your neck, your arms wrapped around his back and your hands gripping onto his shoulders, your nails slightly digging into his skin as he thrusted in at a slower pace than he usually would
His thrusts were quite slow, deep, not rushing yet the pleasure was unbelievable
He moved off of his hands and onto his forearms, his body pressed against yours as he began to press kisses under your ear, the kisses were interrupted every now and then when he let out a small whimper or a quiet moan

The sex was different to how it usually was, the atmosphere of the room changed once he pushed in to you. The hot, fast paced feeling quickly replaced with something more intense and possibly something more pleasurable that you both seemed to very much enjoy

Your nails raked down his back when his thrusts got harder, his pace was pretty much the same but his thrusts gradually got more forceful. Uncontrollable moans fell from your lips as breathy moans of profanities left his
A particular loud, distorted moan fell from him and in to your neck when you clenched tightly around him
The feeling of you wrapped tightly around him, your moans in his ear and the sensation of your nails raking down his back he knew he wasn’t going to last much longer
He lifted his head out of your neck and looked down at you

“Rub yourself for me princess”
You looked up at him, shocked slightly
“Go on, run your pretty fingers along your clit whilst I’m fucking deep inside your tight little pussy, think of how good it will make you feel”
You let out a light whimper before taking your hands from his back, one of them gripping his upper arm and the other sliding down your body between the two of you and rubbing light circles on your clit

“Come on, I know you can go faster than that”                    
He urged you on as his thrusts continued to get harder, you moved your fingers faster, the sensation sending pleasure all through your body as you let out a loud moan
You could feel yourself growing closer to finishing, your nails pressing into his arm and your back arching as you clenched around him once again
Your orgasm set off him, both of you moaning, his head falling into your neck, eyes squeezed shut as his orgasm hit him with you in the same state, his thrusts slowing down and became softer as he milked out both of your orgasms

He pulled out of you, his head lifting from your neck as he rested his hands either side of your head, his face flustered, cheeks red with his eyes still slight closed and his lips parted as he let out deep, heavy breaths
He leaned down and gently pressed his lips against yours, a soft, light kiss before pulling away and collapsing next to you, you moving and cuddling into his side and pulling the blankets over the two of you
You both drifted off to sleep pretty quickly, neither of you speaking just breathing steadying out and eyes slowly fluttering shut


Chris woke up before you the next morning, he looked down with a small, lazy smile on his face when he saw you cuddled into his side
His mind drifted to the countless mornings he had woken up in your bed, The countless mornings he had woken up with you cuddled into him and the countless mornings he had woken up before you and woke you up in many different ways, ways that had ranged anywhere from just gently running his fingers through your hair all the way to spontaneously eating you out because he had woken up hard and needed some sort of relief and morning sex with you would of been a big help
He didn’t like the thought of any other guy waking you up like that, or anyway really but that wasn’t something that he could stop from happening, it was simply out of his control
You had let out a distorted noise bringing him out of his thoughts with a slight laugh

“You alright?”
His voice came out deep, husky; it was something you could listen to all day

“I’m cold”
You whined, trying to cuddle further into him in a desperate attempt to get warm, he laughed and rolled onto his side and pulled you into his chest
You ran your hand slowly up his chest and around his neck lacing your fingers in his hair, his heartbeat sped up slightly as a soft smile landed on his lips

You nodded and hummed in delight when he ran his fingers through your hair, your eyes began to feel heavy again, his body heat warming you up as you fell back to sleep. He sighed and let his eyes slowly flutter shut as sleep took over him once more too

Not long after, you woke up to cold air covering your body as you realized Chris had gone, you opened your eyes to see him standing near the bedroom door fully dressed

He jumped, not expecting you to wake up

“Yes, I was trying not to wake you up”
He walked over and sat on the edge of the bed next to you

“Are you coming back later?”

“I can’t, I’m going out. I have a date tonight”

“oh, well have fun”
He sent you a smile and leaned down, pressing a soft kiss on to your forehead making your eyes shut briefly for a moment, he stood up and left

A small frown graced your face for a few moments, you wanted to tell him not to go but you knew you couldn’t, you didn’t have a good enough reason to tell him to stay

Him on the other hand would’ve been delighted to stay, he wasn’t excited for this date and he didn’t really want to go on it, he had met a girl, Alison was her name, right before bumping into you at the bar yesterday, he thought she was nice so he asked for her number and asked her on a date, unfortunately he was regretting his decisions now
He didn’t want to go out with her, he wanted nothing more than to be able to stay with you for the day, but he knew he didn’t really have a reason to cancel the date and go back to yours
For a moment when he replied he could’ve sworn he heard disappointment in your voice but it could just be his mind playing tricks on him

A couple of hours later it was time for him to leave, he picked up his phone and saw a message from you

‘Enjoy your date’

‘I’ll try’

‘What’s her name?’


‘Pretty name, have fun x’

‘Thanks x’

He smiled down at his phone before locking it and leaving for his date

You still wanted to tell him not to go but you needed an explanation for it and that was something you did not have, you went into this friends with benefits type thing because neither of you really had the time or patience for a relationship but both of you going on dates with different people surely it would work between the two of you, eventually one of you was going to find someone you liked and anything between the two of you would end and that’s not what you wanted
You weren’t prepared to confess your feelings for him, not just because you didn’t know how he would take it but because you didn’t want to tell him
What if his date went well tonight, you would’ve completely lost your chance to tell him how you feel and hope he would’ve accepted it and not just end it all and stop any form of contact with you, in your head it was a very reasonable way for him to deal with you but for him he would be over the moon if you turned around and told him you had caught feelings for you. You just didn’t know it yet

He wasn’t sure how his date was going to turn out, he wasn’t going to purposely make it bad just so he could go back to you, he genuinely wanted to see how it would go maybe it could end up going somewhere since he thought nothing was ever going to go anywhere with you, if only he knew

He arrived at the restaurant just before Alison, sitting down just as she entered. She was an attractive girl, anyone could see that. Maybe he will give it a proper go  
He stood up to greet her

“It’s nice to see you again”
She smiled at him and sat down

“I didn’t actually think you were going to call me”

“Well I always stick to my word babe”

“I’m glad you do”                                    

“You look stunning”
A light blush crept up her cheeks at the compliment

“You look very handsome yourself”
He sent her a smile, the conversation flowed well whilst they ordered and ate

“I’m just going to pop to the toilet”
He smiled and nodded letting her get up and go, when she did he checked his phone seeing a series of messages from Cal

‘Heard you are out on a date tonight’
‘Y/N told me’
‘I called her to ask how her date went, she explained to me he was a dick to her and that you ended up going round to hers after and you ended up staying there’
‘I’m not exactly sure why you are even going on a date to be honest’

That was his last message to him, Chris saw that it was only sent 1 minute ago so he replied

‘I did stay at hers last night’
‘Why aren’t you sure about me going on a date?’

He typed back pretty quickly

‘She’s practically begging for you bro, she’s not just trying to fuck you man there is something deeper behind it’

Chris didn’t know how to respond to Cal’s message, until Cal sent him another

‘To get it through your thick skull I will make it easier for you, she has feelings for you’

Chris’s eyes widened at the message typing back

‘Fuck, I didn’t know man’

He put his phone down and leaned back in his chair covering his face with his hands and sighing
His phone buzzed

‘Go and see her’

That was Cal’s last message to Chris, he frowned at his phone

“You okay?”
He jumped when he heard Alison’s voice
“Sorry didn’t mean to startle you”
He just laughed

“I think I need to go”                
She frowned slightly

“Is it a girl?”

“How did you know?”

“You may of not realised it but you have been slightly distracted tonight, it’s just an educated guess that its over a girl”
He didn’t speak for a moment, only looking down feeling bad for not realising
“Don’t get me wrong, the dates been great, you are a great guy Chris but if you have feelings for this girl then there is a slight chance she might be more worth your time than me”
He looked up at her
“Go Chris, you have my number if you ever want to try this again”

“Thank you”
He stood up leaning down to press a kiss on her cheek before running out of the restaurant and rushing to yours in an Uber

He wasn’t exactly sure what he was going to say when he got to yours, maybe just wing it and blurt out everything he feels for you and how much of a total mistake him going on this date was even though he enjoyed it he knew his time would’ve been even better if it was with you instead
He thought about the whole situation, he wasn’t happy with himself, he pissed himself off and ended up getting worked up and frustrated
He knew he shouldn’t of went on that date, he didn’t wasn’t sure if he had any real reason to get annoyed at himself but it happened anyway, sitting in the back of the Uber thinking about how he shouldn’t of let you go to your date after fucking you before your date yesterday, how he should’ve stayed with you this morning after the sex you two had last night his feelings had gone wild. The sex seemed meaningful, his deep, moderately slow thrusts in to you, it was different than anything you two had ever done together and he wanted nothing more than to do it again.
He didn’t have to leave yours this morning, deep down he knew the whole time that you didn’t want him go on the date but he did anyway.
He had so many chances to speak up to you and tell you the truth but he missed every single chance
It seemed this could be his last chance to tell you everything before it gets too late and you end up finding someone else

He got to yours and knocked on the door, your eyes widened when you saw Chris standing there

He didn’t respond he just walked in and closed the door behind him, backing you up against the wall placing his hands flat against the wall either side of your head and resting his forehead on to yours, his eyes were closed and his lips parted letting out deep, shaky breaths

“Are you okay?”
You could sense he was angry, being curious to why

“I truly am a fucking idiot aren’t I?”

Your voice came out at a whisper from how close he was to you, he didn’t respond just leaned forward and pushed his lips against yours. The kiss was fast, nothing compared to last night. The kiss was lustful, desperate, your hands going around his neck and lacing into his hair
He pulled away

“Come on”

His voice was deep; he grabbed your hand and pulled you into your bed room, he layed you down on to your bed and quickly stripped you of any clothing leaving you naked on the bed as he settled himself between your legs
He pressed kisses all down your body before reaching your core

He looked up at you for a brief moment before looking down and slowly swirling his tongue around your clit, you let out a loud gasp at the contact. Your hands went to his hair as his went to your hips pulling your core closer to him
You felt his lips tug up slightly in a smirk when you began to get quite vocal, he wrapped his lips around your clit, his actions no longer slow and the sensation making you squirm and moan under him, he moved one of his hands off of your hip and removed his lips from your clit, he ran his fingers down your slit and pushed two of them into you, his other arm went over your stomach and held your hips down as you let out a moan and began squirming again

“You can be louder than that princess, I know you can”
His breath fanned over your clit as he spoke, his eyes not moving from your dripping slit as more wetness gathered there
His fingers curled up lightly pressing on your g-spot inside of you making you let out a louder moan this time, he pressed short open mouthed kisses onto your clit, one of your hands went to the bed sheets whilst the other stayed laced through his hair, both of them holding a tight grip on what they were on
His actions sped up drastically, everything becoming quicker and harsher, his fingers thrusting in and out of you, curling them with every thrust and his lips wrapped around your clit, his tongue swirling around it in a mix of creating circles and figure eights
He pulled his fingers out of you and pulled your hips down so your heat was closer to him once more, his actions once again speeding up again, loud uncontrollable moans falling from your swollen, parted lips
You began to clench around nothing, feeling the emptiness inside of you since his fingers left you, he lifted his head for a moment

“Close baby?”                                                                
All you could do was nod and moan, he continued by licking a bold strip up your clit, you felt your legs begin to shake as your orgasm was practically dangling in front of you and it reached you quite quickly
You arched your back up when you felt the sensation of your orgasm shoot through your body, a loud moan leaving you as you came onto his tongue
You shook slightly when his tongue ran up your slit, cleaning you up

He kneeled up and tilted his head back letting out a deep sigh, he looked down at you, his lips glistening, covered in your juices before your eyes watched his tongue dart out and lick it off, a slight groan leaving him at the taste of you lingering on his lips and his tongue
He leaned down and hovered over you pressing his lips against yours and slipping his tongue into your mouth making you taste yourself before pulling away and standing up

You watched him strip himself of his own clothing, he kneeled up between your legs not saying anything, he flipped you onto your stomach and pulled you up to rest on your hands and knees, pulling your ass back against him
He ran the tip of his cock through your slit, your legs shaking slightly at the slight sensitivity you got from it
He slowly pushed into, stilling when he had just the tip inside of you
He let out a groan

“Fuck you’re soaking”

He had an ever tightening grip on your hips when he slammed into you, your mouth falling open letting out a loud moan at the sudden wave of pleasure that had been thrown in to you
He began a quite fast pace, his thrusts gradually becoming more forceful making your moans more uncontrollable and vocal
Your hands hand a tight grip on the bed sheets, you could feel your legs shaking under you although he’d barely begun, the intensity of your last orgasm effecting the upcoming one drastically
His thrusts became more frequent, his speed quickening and soon enough your legs gave way from under you, his tight hold on your hips stopped you from failing but he noticed the weakness of your legs and layed you down on to your stomach, resting on his fore arms that sat either side of your head and his head rested on your shoulder, he pressed a kiss on to your shoulder be pushing back into you again
His thrusts were just as forceful as before, you could feel him deeper than before at the different angle, your hands still tightly gripped the bed sheets as the pleasure started to become overwhelming
His breathing was heavy in your ear, deep, shaky breaths mixed with light moans and whimpers falling from him, he took in a sharp breath when you clenched around him

He moved to rest on his knees, flipping you over so you were on your back and he was hovering over you, he rested on his fore arms once more, his head falling into your neck when he slammed into you, his thrusts were harder and deeper than they had been before. He was relentlessly pounding into you, your nails raking down his back being sure to leave many scratches in your tracks; he let out muffled moans in to your neck as you squeezed your walls around him again, you let out a breathy moan of his name as you felt your climax close in on you, him having the same feeling running though his veins too
He knelled up, his hands going to your hips and your knees bending with your hands lacing through the bed sheets again, holding a tight grip on them when Chris’s thrusts got harder, the tip of his cock pressing again the sensitive spot inside of you making you clenched tightly around him letting out a loud moan, arching your back and squeezing your eyes shut, your head buried itself deep in to the pillows behind you as you felt yourself coming around him
Another loud moan fell from you when he continued thrusting into you, your orgasm starting his off, his thrusts slowed down slightly as he felt his release come quick, he pulled out of you and finished himself off, his hand running up and down his cock in a fast motion as his head fell back and his lips parted
His eyes fluttered shut when he let out a loud, deep moan and shot himself out onto your stomach, he milked out his own orgasm before sitting back looking down at you

You didn’t move, just lay there trying to catch your breath as he stood up and got something to clean up the mess he had made on you
After he cleaned you up he put his boxers and jeans back on and sat on the edge of the bed

When you finally caught your breath you looked over at him, his head in his hands and a frown peaking through them, you sat up and kneeled behind him, resting your head on his shoulder wrapping your arms around his neck and letting them hang down his chest, he moved his hands from his face and held them against yours he lent back and relaxed in to you when you pressed a soft kiss on his cheek

“What’s bothering you?” 

“How do you know something is bothering me?”

“It’s obvious, you came in pissed off and now you look sad, did something happen on your date”
He sighed and moved you off of him and stood up

“I think we need to end this”
Your eyes widened at his sudden words

“What? Why?”

“I just don’t think is working?”

“It’s not working? You want to tell me that you and I having sex isn’t working right after fucking me?”
He had a sudden wash of guilt run over his face

“I’m sorry”                                              
He whispered quietly frowning to him, you stood up and covered yourself with your dressing gown that he had stripped you of only the day before

“Is this about your date? Did it go well? Do you plan on seeing her again?”

“It went fine but I don’t really plan on seeing her again”

“Then what is it, someone must be in the way”
He sighed and looked over at you

“It’s me, I’m in the way, and my feelings are in the fucking way”
Your lips parted slightly at his short confession

“What do you mean?”

“I mean I can’t keep fucking you, I can’t keep seeing you go on dates with other guys, fuck I don’t want to see you go on dates with other guys I can’t keep seeing you be unhappy with other guys when I’m standing right in front of you”
You took a deep breath and shook your head

“Then what do you want to do about it Chris? What do you want me to do about it?”
This conversation was slowly becoming an argument and that’s not what you wanted to happen

“Stop just stop, it’s killing me here. I didn’t want to go on this date today with Alison, I didn’t want you to go on that date with that fucker yesterday, when you got out of my car I just wanted to shout for you to get back in, I knew it wasn’t going to go well, I prayed it wouldn’t go well because I’m a selfish fuck who caught feelings for you”
Your mouth dropped open and you sat down on the edge of the bed

Is all you breathed out before looking up at him
“Why didn’t you tell me this before, why didn’t you tell me before I left your car, this morning when we were in bed, I wouldn’t of went on that date with Danny and I wouldn’t of let you go on your date with Alison”

“Because like I said when I came in, I’m a fucking idiot”

“You’re not an idiot but you should’ve told me”

“Why? So you could just sit there and do nothing? I spoke to Cal, him telling me you had feelings for me made me leave that date and come back here, to you. I was going to tell you as soon as I walked through the door but I thought too fucking much on the way over here that I pissed myself off, I know I should’ve told you, I know I should’ve been honest and I know how many fucking chances I had to come clean and tell you and I didn’t, I should’ve told you this morning. It seemed like the perfect time to but the thought to tell you never crossed my mind”
He let out a deep sigh
“Just tell me if you have feelings for me or not”

“I think I do, I don’t know”                    

“You think? I need an answer, I need a straight answer God this is driving me fucking insane, you’re driving me fucking insane, I have feelings for you and I have no clue what I should do about them, we started this and agreed on no feelings and now I’ve broken that agreement and caught feelings and I’m sorry, I’m sorry I can’t keep them too myself and I’m sorry I have to express them to you. Call me when you’ve made your decision”

You had tears in your eyes at this point and they had begun to fall
“Please don’t leave”

But it was too late, he had already left

It's Good To Be Queen

Pairing: Former Dean x Reader (Demon!Reader)

Summary: It’s good to be queen. That is, until the Winchesters keep interfering.

Warnings: ANGST, this is super dark, several major character deaths, somewhat graphic deaths, mentions of blood (lots of blood), language, slight descriptions of wounds, just lots of violence and death. 

Word Count: 1461

A/N: This is super dark, like I’m not sure where this came from  I guess I wanted to come back with a bang. Please head the warnings this is dark and twisted and not your typical fic. But yeah I’d say enjoy but probably not, but hey feedback is always welcome.

Originally posted by fotokopicibierkek

You never thought being queen would be fun. And yet as you sat on your throne and looked upon your domain you felt completely at home.

When you had sold your soul, it had been to save one of those stupid Winchester brothers. At the time you had fancied yourself in love with Dean, but it was all a lie. You had died and he had moved on with his life. After earning your black eyes, you had quickly moved through the ranks of demons until you were the right hand to the King. That was when things became fun. Crowley was a weak king, he allowed his subjects to run rampant while he traipsed about with the Winchesters. But his biggest mistake was trusting you. You were the one that plunged an angel blade into his back and laughed as his empty meat suit fell to the ground. The demons had watched in fear and awe as you stepped over his cold body and ascended the throne. Since that day you had ruled Hell with a steel fist. Your subjects feared and respected you and Hell was once again at its full glory.

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Jumin X MC High School AU Part Two

Hello everyone, just dropping in to post a continuation of the High School AU that was mentioned a little while back. The first part can be found here. The next update should be a chapter of LHTL, as I will have a short break from school coming.

As always, my MC is referred to as MC. There are no MM spoilers in this particular fic.

Warning: This chapter does contain some heavy material, so if you are not comfortable with certain forms of abuse please be aware of that and decide to read accordingly.

“I know you’ve been avoiding me,” She hissed as soon as his father’s company car drove away, the fading purr of the engine like the slow ebb of a dirge. “Why won’t you love me?” She demanded, “I’m your mother now!”

Jumin elected to remain silent. Things didn’t usually end well when he chose to speak.

“Son, apologize to your mother. I know it’s hard for you to go through this again, but that’s no reason to be unpleasant and distant.” His father crossed his arms and sighed. “She just wants to be the best parent she can for you. Won’t you at least let her try?” He chided.

His newest wife raised her arms with a desolate expression, beckoning him. Her brows knit together and her lower lip trembled, eyes shining with tears; the epitome of maternal anguish

Jumin didn’t move.

“Jumin Han.” His father thundered, stern and cross, like the heavy slam of prison bars sliding closed.

The sheer weight of his father’s disapproval made his leaden limbs move, each step slower than the last, to stop in front of her. Without further warning her arms constricted around him and rocked him out of his father’s sight, murmuring matronly words of comfort while her hands wandered. His nails dug into his skin until four angry marks scored his palms, the sharp sting keeping him still. When she was good and ready, she let him go.

“Now see,” She asked in a shrill voice, the attempt at gentle coaxing making him flinch.“was that so hard?”

Fury unlike anything he’d ever felt climbed up his chest like the murderous rake of claws, overwhelming and scalding, making his lungs burn as each breath grew harder than the last. His vision swam and he bit the inside of his cheek to keep from shoving her off violently, damage to her fat-enlarged ass be damned. Instead he took a calculated step back, and with a stiff nod made his way to his room as quickly as could still be considered normal. But he wasn’t quick enough.

“Give him time,” She murmured from within his father’s apologetic arms, an unrepentant promise following her forlorn sigh. He felt her eyes slink across his form again before he was out of sight, humiliation turning his blood cold and flooding his insides with a searing numbness. “He’ll come around. It must be so hard for him…”

When he reached the door to his room he shoved it closed behind him, hands fumbling with the lock. Wasting no time, he shoved the chair he kept in his room for Jihyun under the door knob, blood smearing the fine suede an ominous purple, blooming across the expensive fabric like a bruise. Without a word he forced his hand under the sink and wrapped the darkest towel he had around it, meticulously bandaging the wounds until they were virtually invisible. Mind blank, he sank into the chair at his desk and started on his homework. He rewrote equation after equation in the hopes that it could erase the pungent smell of citrus burned into his nose and drown what must have been adrenaline—he was sure—that made his hands tremble until he went to bed long after the estate had fallen silent.

“I can’t believe your father went back to work so late. You’d think he’d married his job, not me.” She whined, crossing her arms under her chest and looking to him beseechingly. Jumin’s gaze remained on the wall behind her as he turned around, heading for the stairs. He didn’t get far. Hard, manicured nails dug into his shoulder with just enough pressure to pull him to a halt after a few steps, careful not to bruise. His eyes flickered to the floor as she started prowling a slow circle around him, counting the seconds in an attempt to remain calm. But that didn’t stop the goosebumps that rose along his arms, diffuse the saccharine scent of her suffocating perfume, mute the sharp clack of her heels in time with each digit, or divert the half-lidded stare making his skin crawl.

“I bet you’ll be just like him when you’re older; all men are the same.” She spat in disgust, sneering at him. “Work, work, work, once you’ve had your fun.” She tittered and the delighted smile was back. “Don’t even try to pretend you have to go over that stupid boy’s house to study today, I’m sure it can wait. Or I’ll tell your father you left me here all by my lonesome.” She sucked in a sudden breath and started to sob, shoulders curling as anguished wails filled the charged space. And in the next second her face was composed again, victorious and lascivious all at once as she leered at him intently, licking her lips. “Besides, I’m sure you won’t mind taking his place while he’s busy…” She took a step forward to press her body against his, taking a hold of his hands to place them on her body. “I’ve seen how you look at me, I know you want this; what man wouldn’t?”

Wrenching his hands from her grip, he ran to the stairs while she screeched and chased after him. He forced himself to think, to keep calm. Adrenaline would only tire him out and destroy his focus. The best way out was in the direction of Jihyun’s house; passing through his yard meant she would have to chase him on foot and she wouldn’t dare sully her new thousand dollar heels. Gritting his teeth, he pocketed the key Jihyun gave him and slammed the window open; there wasn’t a moment to lose. He cursed the rain as he climbed down the tree, fingers curving painfully into the slick bark to keep from losing his grip until he reached the bottom. He didn’t spare a glance behind him as he was steadily soaked through, only twisted the lock open and closed the gate as quietly as possible behind him. As familiar as his own home, he ran across the green expanse; ducking behind the foliage with the ease granted by memory, eyes darting about in case she sent a member of the estate staff after him.

“You little bastard!” He could hear her faint scream drowned by the rain. “Wait until your father hears about this!”

He forced the thought of his father’s retribution out of his head, his goal was live to fight another day, not live in fear of what was to come. He knew Jihyun was on vacation with his family–he could never abide being away from his mother for long–who else lived close by? Jaehee and Zen were out of the question; they were on the other side of the city. Seven and Yoosung were closer, but they were still several blocks away. It would take him at least a half an hour to get there. Who else? Who else? He wracked his brain as he kept running, until he was on the other side of the street. He couldn’t stay out in the rain, he’d exhaust himself and freeze eventually.

Wait. MC!

Equal parts patient and outspoken, the newest member of their little group was as kind as she was shrewd. When they walked her home a few weeks ago he remembered being surprised that her home was so close to his, though he hadn’t said anything at the time. He headed northwest to the familiar beige house across from him; all he could do now was hope she was home and that she’d believe him.

As he walked he tried to formulate an explanation, thinking desperately. Hello, MC. Pardon the intrusion but Jaehee insisted I stop by and–no, don’t lie, she’s not stupid. It would only make her more suspicious–anyone would be. But he couldn’t tell her what happened. Could he? Would she even believe him if he did? The prospect made his throat tighten, speech becoming impossible as the door opened minutes after he knocked.

“Yes?” She asked, bright but cautious as she opened the door a smidge.

Talk! Say something! All he could do was stare, his own words choking him.

Her eyes widened at what was probably the haggard sight of him; his hair sticking to his head, clothes sullied, mute and only able to stare. Surely she would turn him away, she didn’t even know him that well. She had no reason to help him, and even less reason to think he deserved it.

He watched with distant amazement–like his head was disconnected from his body—as her eyes softened and glistened with tears. Tears? But…why?

“Please come in,” She murmured, her warm hand reaching for his frozen one and pulling him inside before she closed the door behind him. Warmth suffused his form all at once, making him shiver. “Follow me,” She entreated, leading him to what looked like a living room with all the expected amenities. Among them was an enormous television, couches and tables, and an electric fireplace that blasted heated air across the expanse of the room. She sat him down on one of the couches and crouched, making sure to meet his eyes as she spoke slowly. “Do you think you could wait here a minute? I won’t be long, I promise.”

Something about the way she addressed him made a different kind of warmth flood his stomach, the tension that had his body taut as a bowstring ebbing with each word. The knot in his throat was still there, however; so all he could manage was a nod. He heard a sink running and the pad of her feet across the house before she returned with a gray blanket. She stood in front of him for a moment, pausing and looking pointedly at him as if waiting for his approval. When he didn’t shrink back or request it with an outstretched hand, she leaned over with gradual movements to wrap it around his shoulders, tucking him thoroughly within the soft folds. Her careful consideration was so foreign, but not… bad. Just unfamiliar. Much like when she took his hand earlier, it didn’t feel like an invasion so much as a guiding touch. She treated him as though he were fragile…but it was more than that; it wasn’t as if she was sure he would shatter, so much as she was working to keep the cracks from spider-webbing further.

She exited the room while he was lost in thought and returned with a steaming mug of tea, his favorite kind no less. But how did she…?

“Jihyun told me you liked Earl Grey, and my mom happens to like it too.” She supplied with a shrug when she saw his face furrow, understandably unsettled. Then she turned to beam at him, delighted. “I’m glad you have such a wonderful friend. He never stops talking about you; you two must be close.”

All Jumin could do was blink and nod mechanically, surprised she wasn’t bombarding him with questions and confused despite the way that look made the strangest numbing sensation flood his insides. Was he sick? He took a tentative sip of the steaming tea in the hopes that it might loosen his tongue and sooth his stomach, the temperature palatable.

For a long moment they simply sat in the silence, pensive and tranquil. It wasn’t like the long stretches of silence at home that were the calm before the storm, the precursor to a verbal explosion. There was no expectation, no silent insistence; they were both just existing in that moment. He’d never felt so…comfortable with another person, despite how irrational it was to feel that way. When her voice broke the silence, it only served to surprise him all the more.

“You don’t have to explain anything to me,” She said suddenly, voice quiet. When he looked over at her, her eyes were focused on the fingers twisting the wide array of rings adorning her hands. “You can stay here as long as you need to; it’s okay.”

He wasn’t sure any measure of words could do his gratitude justice.

“Thank you,” He finally managed, though his voice was a hoarse rasp that made him wince. She took it all in stride with a nod, getting up again only to return with pillows and blankets. She didn’t have to do that, he could always just call someone to pick him up. He didn’t want to make her feel uncomfortable being in the house alone with him. “But—”

“Don’t worry,” She reassured him with a serene smile, her tone gentle yet firm. “I insist.”

It’s already been two years since then… He thought with ample awe, removed from his reminiscing as he saw her enter the school doors.

“Good morning MC, I’m glad to see you’re feeling better.” He met her with a smile, grateful that she had agreed to come in early to talk to him.

“Thank you, Jumin.” He was delighted to see her blush, equal parts shy and excited.

“Shall we?” He extended his arm, and she took it with a grin.

They made their way to the roof of the building, their conversation low and amiable as they ambled through the corridors. When they climbed the final staircase and opened the door, they approached the railing and shifted. He moved to wrap tentative arms around her waist and she laid her hands and head against his chest as they watched the remainder of the sunrise. The silence was content, snuggled in each other’s warmth, and it was a long time before she could bring herself to disturb it.

“So you like me, huh?” She said with no shortage of mischief, opening one of her eyes to look up at him.

He laughed, smitten with this silly and serious girl. He tucked a few stray strands of hair behind her ear, stroking her cheek. “I do indeed.”

“Well that’s good; because I like you too.” She nodded, satisfied.

He laughed again, unable to help it at how cute she was. But then, he wasn’t sure why he was surprised. If she was able to teach him how to smile, the ability to laugh was sure to follow.

He leaned his forehead against hers, the words he’d always wanted to say tumbling out of him. “You’re beautiful.” He murmured.

Her eyes widened and a dark blush stained her cheeks, bashful all of a sudden. He started to lean in close—inches away from her lips—waiting for her response. She watched with no shortage of awe as those once clouded eyes were now a heady, piercing silver; sharp and clear and sure. All she could manage was a slight nod, breathless. Then velvet lips were brushing against hers, soft and hesitant. Her hands curled into his shirt as responded to the light pressure, tilting her head to the side to deepen the kiss. When they parted they were both breathing heavily, smiling at each other as they drew close again, insatiable. But before they could continue, the shrill sound of the bell made them jump, lost as they were in each other.

Smiling ruefully, Jumin offered his hand and she entwined her fingers with his, burying her face into his shoulder woefully. “I just want to stay up here with you.” She mumbled, voice muffled by his uniform.

He smiled, indulgence softening his features. “Don’t worry, we can come up here for lunch if you want.”

She looked to him, eyes shining as she nodded and followed him to class. They had no way of knowing what was to come, that was true; but they were both comforted by the fact that they would never have to face it alone again.


“Ready for lunch, MC?” Zen asked as they left class, bright and talkative as usual.

“Oh, actually, Jumin and I will be having lunch on the roof together today. We’ll be at the table tomorrow though, don’t worry.” MC replied, offering an apologetic shrug for the sudden change of plans.

He took it in stride as he always did, not fully comprehending what she’d said. “Oh that’s fine, everyb—” When he did he froze, his face a visage of horror. ”Did you just say you’re going with the trustfund kid? Why? What’s going on?”

“Jumin!” MC greeted. “Ready to go?”

“Of course,” His neutral expression morphing into a smile at her enthusiasm, her demeanor infectious. He took her hand, kissing the top of it as they made their way to the roof.

“Hold up, who the hell said you could touch her like that, you rich jerk? Did she even agree to this?” He demanded, furious.

A little annoyed that Zen thought he would ever force MC into anything and feeling a bit sly, he turned around with a brow raised. “Well, she did.” He feigned surprise. “Unless…you’re saying she doesn’t have the right to make her own decisions?”

Jumin was met with a baleful red-eyed glower. “Don’t put words in my mouth, trustfund!”

He stared right back, serious. “Then don’t put them in mine either.”

Embarrassed and furious, Zen stormed off, grumbling about ‘stupid ass rich kids whose luck never seems to run out.’ When Jumin sighed, MC cupped his face.

“Don’t worry too much about Zen, he’ll cool down eventually.” She promised, squeezing his hand. “And don’t take what he said personally; we all tend to think the grass is greener on the other side.” She placed a light kiss on his cheek, the gossamer contact working to unravel his tense form.

“Do you still want to go up? It’s okay if you don’t.” She reassured.

He shook his head. “Of course, I don’t care who approves or disapproves; I just want to be with you.” He kissed the top of her head, playing with the loose strands of her hair as they started walking.

Tagged: @elantil-arcacia @leaaaahhh @anankeanderos @blakerose-blog


request: Could you please make an imagine where in Shawn and the reader are like best friends but shawn feels like theyre more than that and she just says she doesnt love him bc he has a girlfriend who the reader thinks is better for him? ik this is so long but tysm! -p

word count: 2,554

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“Come on! Don’t you wanna do something, like, you know… fun?” You asked, tossing a pretzel up in the air and gearing your mouth towards it.

“I don’t know your definition of fun is anymore,” he complained while shuffling through all his clothes, looking for his ring. “If it’s like the last time, I’m out.”

“Come on, it’s not like it’s illegal to streak naked across a hotel floor,” you say, quite frankly. You never turned down dares and if you had to, it must be some fucked up shit. It was a Friday night and all you wanted was some fun… and maybe some more food.

“Pretty sure it is, man,” he mocked.

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I may or may not have found someone’s bootleg recording they managed to get of just “Michael in the Bathroom” and I may or may not be sobbing right now. 

 Ryan’s performance as Michael (just from what I saw in this clip) is literally crushing my soul right now. Like his voice cracks at very distinct moments and I fucking can’t handle it. And those damn sobs… 

And like I noticed there’s like tiny lyrics changes like he’s actually directing it specifically at Jeremy. (They changed it from “it sucks he left me here alone” to “it sucks you left me here alone” and I’m not okay.)

(I’m waiting for my internet to get fixed so I can download and listen to the audio bootleg of one of Exit 82′s Theatre’s full performances of Be More Chill that’s going around and if this is any forewarning, I’m gonna need a box of tissues when I finally get to listen.) Help me please.

I like really, REALLY wish I would have been able to afford going to this show. So much like seriously, it’s possible I would have sold my soul or like promised my first born lol XD

Happy New Year - PT2 & end

REQUEST ARE OPEN ( about Seth or Roman first )

Only a pt.2 of  Happy New Year.

More fluffy than something else.short ugh

PS : Sorry for mistakes.

Originally posted by stellarollins

Move on, move on…

That’s what you tried to do since your ‘friendship’ with Seth is now over. Both of you never really put an end to this friendship but you know him, he’ll not come back.

It’s been six months, your life didn’t changed except that you focus more on how guys look at you. Before you weren’t interested in guys -Seth was in your mind- and you didn’t want to get in a relationship, you weren’t ready to get in this type of adventure.You’ve met Adrien, someone who works in the same office as you. A nice guy he’s as shy as you and as nerd as you, he’s just a guy version of you.

You invited him at your house not to watch a stupid romantic movie but to watch some old wrestling videotapes. You couldn’t even remember of your last dates, it was two years ago and the guy was just boring as hell. Adrien is tall guy, not as muscled as Seth -stop comparing this guy to Seth- ok.ok. But he’s cute, his little blue puppy eyes and knows how to talk to me and entertain me.

Adrien came at your house at 11 pm, he brought some presents : chocolates, flowers,a Edge’s shirt -your favorite wrestler- and a fragance.

«  I gather according to your presents: I am too thin, that the decoration at my home sucks and that I smell bad, you joked.

 — You’re totally right Mrs. (Y/L/N), he giggled.

 — Hope you’re joking Adrien or…

 — You’re so beautiful princesse, his french accent turned you on.

 — I prefer that ! Making yourself at home monsieur. »

You settled down on the sofa and looked to videotapes of the Attitude Era,by far your favorite period of  WWE. Adrien and you were watching these moments as you guys never saw these.

« Austin 3:16 says I just whipped your ass! Adrien and you said with one voice. 

— How Austin cannot be your fav' ! I mean he has everything : mic skills, charisma, amazing in the ring etc… he teased me a little about my passion for Edge.

— I like Austin of course but I prefer Ed… »

The doorbell rang, that should be pizzas that you had ordered earlier. You left opening and you winked several times to realize that Seth was in front of you. You felt your legs softening, your hands started to shake and you couldn’t say a word. You tried to speak but only sound could get out, you looked more stupid than something else.

« (Y/N) is everything okay ?! Arien yelled from the livingroom.

— I’m coming in few minutes, just wait.

— Are you sure ?

— Yeah,yeah… you got out and closed the door behind you. »

Seth didn’t say a word since you opened the door, he didn’t gave you a sign of life since six months. For you, your relationship with him was done, part of your past. He looked so angry, his eyes were darker. You crossed your arms, he did too. You sighed heavily.

«Why are you here ! I hissed.

— Glad to see you too (Y/N), he smirked.

— Listen Colby, I have no time for this bullshit right now.

— That’s not bullshit, I just want to have a conversation with you ! 6 months ago, you left me with no explication.

— You’ve waited six months to come here, you snapped, seriously you can tell me that she dumped you and that I was the plan B.

— You never were the plan B (Y/N) ! You never told me before that you loved me.»

He has a point. You suddendly became quiet, you looked at the horizon at just over his shoulder. You began to be cold and this situation didn’t warm yourself even if you were extremely close, a strange tension was between you. You felt

«So it’s gonna be my fault as always, you avoided his look now.

— No…

— I’m a normal girl ! I’m too normal to be with you. You cut him off.I weigh four or five kilos of excess.I still have tracks of my acne, I work in stupid company, I am not beautiful, I hate football… »

Then he put your lips. You were surprised a few seconds but you were taken in the kiss which was soft and pleasant not aggressive. One of his hand landed on your hip and the others on your nape of the neck, he pushed your body towards his which warmed you.

«  You’re normal, simple, that’s make you perfect.Your imperfections make you perfect. That’s why I like. I always made a mistake in my girls while you were just in front of me. I was stupid and I apologize for it.  He said agaisnt your lips »

You kissed him once again, his taste was so perfect. Gosh.

« Oh Seth.I missed you, you whispered. »

He hugged you tightly agaisnt him, the best in the world actually. You’ve waited for this for a very long time, he’s the man of your life. The sky was dark only shining stars were the lights in all this darkness. You stayed few minutes in his arms when you remembered about Adrien.

« Adrien, you said, I forgot him.

— And who’s Adrien ? He questionned.

— My date.

He gave you a dirty look.

— If we can call it like this. It’s more like a night between two good friends, you added.

— Nevermind, you’re mine now, he squeezed hardly agaisnt him. And I can hear him snoring from here. »

Yes, you were his.

« (Y/N), I love you too. »

Love Hurts: Part 2

Cas x Reader

1100 Words

Summary: Set is Season 8, the Reader is in love with Cas, but he’s being brainwashed by Naomi. While looking for Lucifer’s crypt’s, Cas attempts to kill the Reader in order to take the Angel tablet

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Cas pushed away from you, walking to where Meg lounged on a couch, pulling up a chair and sitting down next to her. Never once looking back at you, acknowledging the fact that he was being too rough, too cold. While Cas might not be the most affectionate boyfriend, he had always been attentive and kind, until today. So kind in fact that Dean always pretended to gag behind his back, acting as if it was the most disgusting thing in the world.

“What is up with Cas? Why’s he over there with Meg and not with you?” The brother you had just been thinking about asked, as he came up behind your shoulder. Both of you watching Cas who was quietly talking with Meg.

You weren’t one of those girls that cried that often. Your upbringing and father had made sure of that. However, right now, looking at your boyfriend pretending like you didn’t even exist, the pressure started building behind your eyes, as they burned with unshed tears. “I don’t know. He was so cold, and unlike himself. I’m worried.”

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anonymous asked:

Dark k was relaxing in her mind realm, which was basically a massive thick darkened forest crawling with ghostly shadow hands and monstrous shadow creatures with a door to her room some where among it. Anyway she was resting when she felt the presence of a friend. When she teleported to there she saw her friend dark surrounded by a pack of curious wolf like shadow monsters. "Dark? What are you doing and how did you even get here? Wait don't tell me I left a portal open again didn't I?" (facxted)

Dark never really had time to visit friends, so he took this opportunity for when he had some time. He loved the realm his friend lived in, it was truly wonderful for him.

He was wearing his black robe, the fabric was slightly sheer so you could almost see his face. Dark turned to look at her, his arms were crossed, “Hello my dear, I’ve just come from purgatory actually.” Purgatory wasn’t so different from this realm, he needed to fuel himself with souls.

Dark smiled as he reached a hand to gently stroke one of the shadow creatures, “To answer your question, yes you did leave a portal open.” He chuckled softly, knowing it happened quite frequently.

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