#firstimagine

A/N: Decided to finally write so if this sucks I’m sorry hopefully I improve over time. Also requests are open. 

Word Count: 519

It was a rainy day in New York City where you were in your boyfriend’s bed laying down scrolling through your phone. Timothée was sitting in front of the bed with a pillow behind his back as he rested playing modern warfare with his friends online. All you could hear were a mixture of his screams and the raining pouring outside. 

“I need backup now!” he screamed. 

As he played for hours his screams became more intense and would jump up and down happily when he’d win a game.

 “baby I did it look!” he said looking at you then realizing you were fast asleep. 

A small smile appeared on his face his eyes full of love. 

“Hey scotty I’m going to log out for the rest of the day. I’ll talk to you later though.” 

Timothée turned off his ps4 and turned on Y/N small lamp that was in the corner of the room. He got under the covers kissing Y/N forehead. 

“wakey wakey.”

 You stirred around in bed slowly opening your eyes smiling seeing Timothée. 

“I see you’re done playing for the day huh.”

 Your voice was very groggy. Timothée started to cuddle you caressing your hair.

“I’ve missed you while you were playing.”

 “Well I’m here now.” 

 He said as he tightened his grip on you slowly falling asleep while spooning you. 

“You know I’ve been thinking about getting you to play some games you’re never going to know if you like playing them if you don’t try them out.” 

You stayed quiet for a minute

 “Hmm fine I’ll try it out, just because you love them so much.” 

He got up all giddy quickly going to turn on his ps4 and putting the call of duty black ops 4 cd.

 “Okay so we’ll play multiplayer so I can help you okay”

 He said turning on his control and then passing you the other control. You both sat down on the edge of the bed looking up at the tv. You looked over at Timothée smiling as he was so focused on setting the game up. After a couple of hours playing you had got the hang of playing you had gotten the hang of it and even got 4 more kills then Timothée. As soon as the round ended you got up jumping up and down being overly proud of yourself.

 “I got 4 more kills then you! Wow I really did it.”

 Timothée playfully pouted 

“man now you’re just going to take over my account.” 

“Don’t worry I won’t I’ll just play once and a while” 

Prompt: “Can we make a decision? Please?”

They couldn’t believe what they were hearing. Andy was not one to let her feelings get the best of her. When Nile asked her why she blames herself for Quyhn’s death, she reasoned losing a soldier, nothing more. So, why was she saying all these things now?

“What do you want to do Andromache!? You can’t admit everything and then take it all back!” they say with tears in their eyes. Andy knew she got herself into some deep shit by the use of her full name. Her eyes softened. “I just- I can’t lose you. I don’t want you to get in the way of things, and I definitely don’t want anyone to use you against me” They stepped back, away from Andy. “You think of me as a weakness?” hurt evident in their eyes. Realizing her mistake, Andy looks them straight in their eyes “I don’t want you getting hurt” Their brows furrowed in confusion. they shake their head, tired of the situation they’re in.”You have no idea how long I’ve waited for you. I’ve kept all my feelings to myself for centuries! And when you finally tell me you feel the same way, all of a sudden, you want to stop it?”

This is stupid. They thought. How easy was it for Andy to just let everything go? Was it a perk for living that long. They’ve lived long sure, but not as long as Andy. “I still feel the same about you (nickname).”

This was not getting anywhere. “You say you feel the same and yet, you’re so very willing to give up on us just like that. What about the others Andromache? Don’t you think that I’m strong!? I’m like you too. I can fight. I don’t have to be a weakness, I don’t have to be your weakness. Why can’t I be your strength Andy?” the desperation in their voice becoming clearer as their words fade into the air. Falling back into a chair, they slightly pull their back in hopes of calming themself. “Can we just make a decision? Please?” they say exasperated Guilt bubbles up inside of Andy, sensing her frustration, she takes a deep breath before bending infront of them, so that they’re eye-level.

They were right. Why did she have to push away the good things that come her way? She knew that they were strong, that they could handle themself. So, what was she going on about? Andy realized that they’re indeed the reason why she fights harder every mission they face.

Love.

Love means different things to different people. Some people say love is making your partner happy and seeing them happy makes you happy . But love, is actually a figment of our imaginations. In a way, love is selfish and makes us lose our independence. You make the other person happy to keep yourself happy, and you become dependent and vulnerable. It's a somewhat like a shared dream. And until one person decides to wakeup, and that dream, albeit fun while it lasted, becomes a living nightmare

1 YEAR AGO

For Harry and y/n; sneaking out of premiers and award shows,buying tacos and eating them at 3 AM was love. For them, love was dancing in the kitchen to Elvis and baking with each other. Love was watching horror movies in makeshift tents, snacking on caramel popcorns and cans of soda; all while making fun of Harry's "those dumb bitches" in the movie. Love was falling asleep in each others arms and reading each other books. It was dressing up as Disney characters and acting out scenes from their favourite animations. It was etheral, perfect. Almost too perfect too be true

People always said "Love will fizzle out. One of you will get bored." Harry and y/n didn't listen. They burned so fast, so bright and didn't realise that their spark too, like all blazed and sparks from lighted matches, had extinguished. One second it was burning so brightly, and the next, it was gone

..............................................................................................

"When was the last time you spoke to him ?" asked y/n's sister.

" A week ago" a distraught y/n replied. "He barely has time to even talk to me on the phone, let alone show me the sights and explore the places with him via facetime"

For a brief moment, she allowed herself to close her eyes and all the memories flashed through her eyes, like a movie roll, playing over and over agai

FLASHBACK

"Y/N !" exclaimed Harry, the golden flecks in his eyes dancing with joy. Oh how she longed to see him, feel him and be with him in real life , rather than on a screen. Yet she was eternally grateful for Harry for never making her feel left out from the tour experience, he always made sure to show her around, even if it was only on a screen, while giving tour guide commentary in a horribly fake American accent.

"You're in for a treat ! We're going to see the Louvre today. Come on an enjoy the sited with Harry's Tour Experiences"

Y/n couldn't stop laughing.

Being an art fanatic, she giving Harry detailed descriptions of the art, while all he did was turn it inti a joke. His put on accent stood out when he kept saying " Oh shucks ! Here's another painting of a few women and men fighting and eating." He termed an entire style of art; renaissance art as "men and women barely dressed fighting and eating". He made a few sly comments on how y/n would look lovely in that dress. It was so wonderful and each of these virtual trips was marked with his signature end. Going to a park, and eating the same food.

His laughter was contagious and y/n loved it. She wondered how she got so lucky, so blessed to have hazza in her life.

She never thought that this love, would eventually fizzle.

end of flashback

Now she was lucky if he spoke to her for 5 minutes. Even those 5 minutes were filled with her talking and him showing least interest in what she had to say. She doubted whether he even listened.

Today, however was a low blow. It was y/n' bday. had it been any other year. Harry would've made this day perfect. They had been together since they were 18. The first year, he bought her 18 gifts on her birthday. The subsequent year, he got her 19 and so on. He would make her breakfast in bed and wake her up with showers of kisses and a "Good Morning, Happy Birthday Darling."

Today however, at 7 PM , she was yet to have him acknowledge that it was her birthday. She was yet to have any sign of news from him at all. She illusioned herself, thinking that maybe he had interviews to attend.

Her sister, however, tired with y/n's moping, said" You're coming over with your friends to Club 22 this night or else I wont speak to you. I don't want you to spend your birthday moping around"

With great difficulty, y/n was persuaded by her friends to go clubbing. The loud music, the drinks and the dim lights were never y/n's scene. Yet, for the sake of her friends, she fixed up a smile on her face and tried to enjoy, trying her best to forget than Harry's call still hadn't come.

.......

It was 10 PM and the party was in full swing. y/n's friends were drunk, so drunk. Everyone around her was laughing, drinking and joking. Meanwhile, a new disturbing thought had settled in y/n's head. What if he got into and accident ? What if he's really sick ? She was ridden with anxiety and couldn't get Harry off her mind, until that one fateful message from Nezza, her best friend, Harry's PA, through whom they had met, sent her that message. When y/n's phone lit up and she scarmbled to see the text, hoping it was Harry, she did not know it would change her life permanently.

The text was simple. "I'm so so sorry honey; you deserve to know" It was attached with a single file of pictures.

She subconciously knew what had happened. She had seen all the signs, yet chose to ignore them, not wanting to get up from her dream. The reduced duration of phone calls ultimately leading up to a call a month, the regular excuses, coming home late, half hearted kisses, they all added up. For a split second, y/n wanted to think that it was something else; maybe harry was too drunk or had passed out in a bar.

The message to forever to download. It was so slow and painfully excruciating. It was like the calm before the storm. The slow before the fast. The light drizzle before the thunderstorm. When the picture finally loaded; her heart shattered ever so fast. The pain she felt was numbing, yet somewhere in her mind, she was gald that Harry was safe.

There was Harry, his arm around the small waist of the redhead, his fingers entwined in hers. The same fingers which ran through y/n's hair multiple times, were now woven in another's hand. She thought her heart couldnt break more.

Fate was not kind to y/n.

She swiped to see the next picture, and she wasn't sure how, or whether it was even possible, but her heart further broke. Harry was kissing her in the booth, their booth, in Alessandro's the place he had her first date with y/n.

Fate had evil plans for y/n.

Tears streaming down her face, the makeup for the night ruined, y/n looked around for her sister and friends but they were nowhere to be seen. The only thing glowing right now was her glitzy dress, the one she had been forced into. Unable to take it anymore, she ordered an uber and left.

Fate wasn't kind to y/n at all

The minute she left the club, she was blinded with lights, the flashes from the camera, and the shouts from the reporters

" How do you feel about Harry cheating on you on tour ?"

"Did you expect this ? How do you react to Harry kissing a supermodel, younger than you!"

Y/n wanted to scream, but keeping her emotions in she pushed through the sea of people, got into her uber, gave her address and broke down.

She cried and cried. The uber driver tried to ask her what was wrong but she couldn't stop crying. she wanted the pain to go away. she wanted to cry. But most of all, she wanted Harry to tell her that it wasn't true and hold her in his arms and tell her it's alright.

But it wasn't. it wasn't alright. Far from it.

The next morning after an extremly broken sleep, y/n awoke. All the event's from last night wre remembered and her eyes started to water again. She switched on her phone to see the hashtag #y/ndeservesbetter and #harryandy/nareover trending. She also so 100 missed calls, voicemails and texts from Harry but chose to ignore them.

Y/n was raised to be strong. She spent most of childhood see her mom struggle to make meets end. She had seen the worst. She was strong. She went over to the mirror and saw her reflection and realised that she looked a mess. She took 3 deep breaths, washed her face, and masked her emotions, just as she did way back in high school, before she met Harry, before he changed her.

She went down and suddenly the apartment door opened. There stood the man who she loved, the man who had broken her heart, the one who still held her heart, no matter how broken it was.

He pleaded with her to forgive him. He begged, cried, said it was a one time mistake, and he regretted it, that he loved her; but y/n turned a deaf ear to his pleas. Their love had fizzled out, and she was blinded by affection not to realise it earlier. And as the saying goes " Once a cheater, always a cheater." Y/n wasn't taking any more risks. She put on a strong facade, made up her mind and left, leaving a crying Harry on the porch.

She wasn't over him, far from it. She was so broken, yet showed no signs. She had calm expresssion, yet her thoughts were chaotic. But she knew what was best and she knew this was the right thing to do. She had to take the lessons from this experience and move on, just like her mother had taught her. Dreams end, no matter how amazing it is, no matter how much you want to hold on and live it, and this, her perfect dream, had also come to an end.

So, what is love ?

A dream ? A nightmare ? Soemthing too good to be true?

Maybe all it is, is an illusion. A fairytale. Or maybe it is the truth, because truth teaches us lessons and so does love. i guess it's one of those things which just has no answers.

author's note

AND THATS A WRAP. I DO NOT CONDONE CHEATING. it's something which definitely shouldnt be forgive . this the first ever imagine I've posted on my new tumblr. Please send feedback. Hope you enjoyed it. Reblog. What are your thoughts? i would love to hear them. Send requests for more imagines.

i should be studying but eh.

keep dreaming

ashu.

(here's a random B99 gif for no reason)

A/N: So here it is! My first ever posted Shawn Mendes imagine. I hope you enjoy!

Pairing(s): ShawnxReader

Word count: 1403

Warnings: None

In our entire relationship, we spent more time apart than we did together.

We've been together for almost two years, and when one of you is a celebrity that has tours, interviews and award shows all over the world, you don't really see each other a lot.

We first met a couple of years ago, when he was on tour and performed in my city. I went to the meet&greet, and by some miracle I ran into him later that evening.

Literally.

I wasn't looking where I was going, and bumped into his chest and he spilled his Starbucks drink all over me.

We hung out the rest of the night.

As we parted ways a couple of hours later, he asked my number.

A month later, he asked me out.

We've been together for two years now, and though it's been great, I can't pretend it doesn't get incredibly hard.

When you're in a long-distance relationship, and one of you travels a lot, of course you're bound to miss some important days together.

While Shawn is traveling a lot, it's not like I am very busy. In fact, I have enough time to visit him wherever he is. The issue there, is that I'm afraid of flying.

Cars I am okay with, and boats and trains are no big deal. But planes are. Because when I was almost ten, my dad was in a plane that crashed. No survivors.

Since then, I've had something against airplanes.

I myself have never again been on one again, but Shawn obviously has. Whenever he has to fly somewhere, I get stressed and the days leading up to the flight usually consist of nightmares of losing him.

So far, I am just glad nothing happened yet. And I continue hoping nothing will ever happen to him.

Right now, it has been seven months since I hugged my boyfriend. Obviously we've FaceTimed, and we text everyday.

But tomorrow is our second anniversary, and we're about to spend it apart. Because I had to work until this morning, and it would take hours for me to drive there, there is no possible way of us seeing each other in real life today.

He has a show in Paris, the city of love. How iconic.

Over the past years with him traveling so much, my fear of planes has gotten worse and worse. Which is why you might find it a little odd that right now I'm standing at the airport, waiting for the plane to France to be called.

***

The plane ride was terrible.  I was on my own, no one I knew could go with me.

Getting on the plane wasn't a big deal. I focused on other things like the clothes I would wear later or how I would surprise him at his show.

While he was performing?

Or after he got off stage?

I'm not sure yet.

Anyways, I was fine, until the plane started taking off.  The speed it went with was terrifying and I had trouble breathing. Once the plane started going up however and we could see the buildings on the ground shrinking, was when I lost it.

I had been so lucky there was a psychiatrist on board that knew what to do and managed to calm me down. I was so happy when the plane finally landed and I could get off.

At the airport,  I was greeted by Andrew. He knew how afraid I was of planes, and knew that I'd be more comfortable driving with him than a chauffeur.

"Are you okay?" He asked as soon as he saw me, walking up to me and embracing me in a hug.

"Yeah, I am now. Thank you." I nod, as we walk to get my suitcase.

We arrived at Shawn's show an hour before he had to go up stage, so I hid in the tour bus. After a full hour of keeping myself entertained on my phone, Andrew finally came to get me, telling me it was safe to go backstage now.

As I stood there, I admired the man I was so lucky to call mine. I saw all the passion and work he threw into every performance.

He'd gone live on Instagram, positioning his phone backstage, so everyone could follow it. I had it opened too, but I was obviously more focused on the real thing right in front of me.

When Shawn had sung his last song for the night, There's Nothing Holdin' Me Back, he surprised both his fans and me when he stayed on stage and started a speech.

About me.

God, I love this man.

"Even though she can't be here tonight, I want to say this to her.

"Y/n, baby, I love you. I still remember that night a little over two years ago, when I first met you. My first thought when you walked into that meet and greet was how insanely adorable you were. You wore that light pink shirt you loved so much, and your hair was in a beautiful side braid. You smiled so wide.

"But the first thing I noticed about you, were your eyes. That beautiful deep shade I got lost in.

"To this day, I still love your eyes a lot.

"But the best thing about you must be your personality.

"Not only your happiness and sarcasm, but also how supportive you are. Without you, I would not be standing here today.

"I also love how clingy you can sometimes be.

"How you hold on to me for hours and won't let go, how you steal all my hoodies and sweatpants, and can cuddle with me for hours.

"I love you, baby. Happy anniversary."

By the end of his speech, I was swooning. Most girls in the audience were too.

Suddenly I get an idea, and before Shawn leaves the stage, I call his phone from mine. Andrew sees what I'm doing, and runs up the stage, phone in hand.

"Shawn, it's Y/n."

He immediately answers, mouth still close to the mic.

"Hi sweetie."

"Hey" I giggle back softly, covering the underside of my phone, hoping he can't hear the screaming fans through it.

"Are you watching right now?"

"No, I'm not." I know he knows I'm rolling my eyes. "Of course I am, you dweeb. I love you."

"I love you too, babe. And I miss you. So much."

"I missed you too." I respond, grinning as I hang up the phone.

"MissED? What do you mean? Y/n -" He gets shut up by the screaming fans as I walk on stage.

He looks around him confused, and as he finally spots me, I see that smile.

That smile he only gives me.

As I am finally in his arms again and can breathe in his scent, I'm not finally with my boyfriend again.

I'm finally home again.

***

"How did you even get here? You had work yesterday and it takes hours to drive here."

I blush confidently. "I flew."

He spins around, dropping his phone to the floor. "You what?"

"I flew."

His mouth gaped open, wide eyes staring at me.

"But babe, you're-"

"Afraid of planes. Yeah."

He turned around more, laying one hand on my right shoulder and the other tilting up my chin, staring into my eyes.

"You got on a plane. For me."

I smiled at him. "No, I came here so I can finally fuck Connor again."

He groaned, already done with my sarcasm after fifteen minutes of being reunited.

He leaned his head on my shoulder, hands around my waist as he pulled me backwards on the bed.

"I missed you."

"So much." I replied, cuddling further into his side.

"I can't believe you actually got on a plane and I wasn't there."

"I was fine. It was scary at first, but I became kind of used to it and Andrew came to pick me up. I think I'll visit you more often while you're touring from now on."

"Really?" He asked, perking up a little.

"Really." I smiled.

"I love you." He mumbled against the skin of my neck, his lips kissing me every few seconds.

"So much." I replied, running my hand through his curls, massaging his scalp.

After two minutes, I called his name. "Shawn?"

Word count: 1777

This his is one of my first imagines so yeah sorry in advance it’s really bad.

You and Sebastian are super close and you both decide to go laser tagging with Anthony, Scarlett and Chris, and y/n i(A/n I have never been laser tagging so I’m not sure how I’m gonna describe this shit but I can try)

“Seb come on” I say grabbing his wrist pulling him into the small que for laser tag “ I’m going to kick your ass” you heard him say from above you, you looked up to see him smirking down at you “ just because you play as the winter soldier don’t get too cocky” I said smiling at him. “ guys chill me and y/n are definitely winning” you turn to see Scarlett grinning at Chris, Antony and seb, “3 v 2 are you sure scar” you see Chris raise his eyebrows at her, you turn back and look up at seb to see him already looking at you deeply, your eyes are just boring into his blue orbs unable to look away, you can only hear Scarlett talking but it’s like a blur of her talking in the background “right y/n” you hear her making you break contact with seb, you look at her to see a large smirk plastered on her face, you soon realise why she’s smirking and immediately turn red realising that Chris and antboy have been watching you and seb looking at each other.

“Good luck princess ” you hear but already who who it is “good luck seb” you say turning slightly to smile at him “are we not going to talk about the fact that seb is basically in love with you” she whispered making sure no one heard “ no he’s not dumbass he always calls me princess” I said matter of factly “back then while we were wait he was drooling over you” she said leaning against the black wall behind both of you before taking a sharp left behind another black wall to get more cover “ we’re friends scar nothing more, friends look at each other” you say quickly turning the corner to check if any of the boys were there and thank god they weren’t. “ he was giving you love eyes you’re just too blind sometimes I swear y/n/n” you hear Nat whisper again “ right let’s split up just remember to watch you’re back” she said waving you off.

You carried on turning corners and hiding behind the small walls or the wooden containers that were spreader around the room, luckily you hadn’t seen neither Chris, seb or Mackie and you’d hoped that Scar is still in the same place as you are and hoping that she’s taken at least one out, you look round the corner to make sure no ones there but you just about see a white shirt and brown hair whip past one of the yellow walls in the room instantly you know that it’s Sebastian because of his hair, you quietly move over to where he last was as aimed to where he’d be, you looked round the corner and don’t see him.

After a couple minutes of looking around for seb you couldn’t find him so you gave up and started to look around like you were before, you hid behind the stack of boxes and aimed your gun out of the boxes to make sure nobody could sneak up on you, “you should’ve watched you’re back princess ” you hear seb whisper into your ear you turn around slightly to see him smirking “it isn’t fair though 3v2 come on” you said still staring into his eyes that have been darkened because of the lighting in the room. “Scarlett got Mackie and Evans so it's now a 2v1 you and Scarlett versus me” he said his voice above a whisper “I-I-I- I guess you’ve won then shoot me, then find Scar” you stuttered from how close he is to you, you slowly shuffled backwards to get away because of how nervous and sweaty you’re getting but Seb just moves forward towering above you “are you nervous” he says as his breath tickles the hairs on your neck, you can smell his cologne and the heat radiating off his body, you feel your stomach erupt with small butterflies from how close he is and it scares you and you always wonder how he does it to you. You try to stand up straight and look confident “ no I’m not” you say still looking into his eyes that are slowly melting you “ are you sure” you feel his hand rest on your bare waist and you’re heartbeat quickens by the second as well as you’re breathing,’ it almost feels as if small shocks of lightning are shocking where sebs holding your waist and it’s making you go crazy, your breathing is now uneven and you look down at his lips then back up to his blue pools “ your breathing like you’ve just ran a mile you're quite sweaty and you look nervous are you sure babe” he said with a glint of amusement in his eyes he knows what he’s doing and he knows the effect he has on me “I’m sure” I say still looking at him trying my best to look confident.

“can you shoot me so we can get this over and done with” I say breaking eye contact to look round the corner slightly to make sure nobody’s there “okay but let me find Scar first” he said still looking at me my heartbeat is still hammering out of my chest and the urge to kiss his soft looking lips is getting more of a need, I bite my lip still looking at him and I see his eyes take a quick glimpse at my lips then back into my eyes as I furrow my eyebrows confused on why he he wants to find Scar first, “please don’t do that”I hear him groan “do what” I still look strait into his eyes acting like I have no clue what he’s talking about before he can respond I pulled my gun up to him smirking “guess who’s going to loose now seb” I smile innocently at him, I see him slowly walk closer to me he gently puts his other hand on my waist and pushes me into a small corner my mind is going crazy his hands are on me and my body’s is buzzing, also the fact that he’s pushed me into a dark corner his eyes are searching my entire face, including my lips he brings his left hand up and holds my check in his palm, I look down at the floor and then back up at his amazing eyes to see him leaning in ever so slowly, I can’t handle the suspension so I grab a fist full of his shirt dropping the laser gun and pull his soft pink lips to mine, the small butterflies turn into huge butterflies and fly all around my stomach, my brain is all over the place, I’m kissing Sebastian fucking Stan, my best friend I feel him pull me close if that’s even possible, my lips have moulded into his and I feel his hand grip around my waist tightening.

I feel him slowly pull away and he put his forehead on top of mine, “I’m going to win this” he says breathless I pull back a little to see him holding the gun to my chest with a smirk on his now red lips, I hear him shoot me and then I see him turn on his heel and run away leaving me confused as shit, but all I could think about how good his lips felt against mine and the urge to kiss him came over me again,I looked around to try and find a door. Once I got outside I saw Evans and Mackie with happy looks on their face only “seb and Scarlett left” I say trying to breathe normally so that my red face will go back to my normal skin tone “y/n/n why are you so flushed?” I hear Mackie say I turn to look at home and I feel my face go red again if that’s possible, “it’s uhhm really hot in there” I looked at him smiling while at trying to hide my horrible lying.

All of a sudden I hear the door behind me open and I hear Scarlett before I see her, “guess what, we won y/n!” I look around at her and I’m being pulled into a big hug, after pulling away I look to seb and see that his lips are still red and was shaking his head “ I thought you said you’d win?” I said smirking over at him, “I got distracted” I see him smirking confidently at me, immediately I know what he’s talking about and my face turns red. “Come on love birds lets go” I hear Mackie shouted over to me and seb “ we’ll meet you lot down by the car” seb shouts back looking into my eyes, he steps forward and places a hand on my cheek and as I think he’s about to kiss me his lips fall on my cheek then my nose the. He pulls back smirking at me “what’s wrong princess” he said looking down at you, instead of looking at him in the eyes your eyes went down to his red lips, not wanting to wait any more I grabbed his shirt and pulled him into me connecting our lips, sparks fly throughout my body and I can only concentrate on him and how good it felt, I felt his hand on my cheek slowly caressing my cheek, I slowly bring my hand up to his head and started to play with his hair pulling and playing with it, I hear him groan and I feel him slowly pull away, “wow. That was amazing” I look up at him blushing “ yeah it was” I said looking down at my feet then back up to his eyes that were already on me. “You’re lips are a bit red by the way” I look up him while at we’re walking to the car “are they really?, so are yours” I smirk up at him biting my bottom lip knowing he doesn’t like it, “we can finish this later” he smirked down at me.

WQuick A/N: First time ever writing an imagine, and on Tumblr- hopefully it’s not all too bad.. Idk, if I might write a series on here oooor not- we shall see!

 See you later, slices of pie! Hope you like this, and it’s not total trash! 

Requested- Nope 

Writing- Dean Winchester and Y/N have been friends since forever, and now, after all these years- Dean’s ready to bite the bullet.. Or, so he thought... 

Warnings - None- well, besides heartbreak? idk 

Ever since Sam left for college, Dean and Y/N have spent a lot time together- this making the eldest Winchesters’ feelings grow by the thousands for the young women. And finally.. After, Sam returning and taking a little convincing from his younger brother- Dean was finally ready to confess his feelings.. 

Dean and I continued to walk down the cold and wet sidewalk as cars shot by us. I insisted that we walked to the small convenient store instead of taking Baby, nothing against her, it’s just- hey, I’m trying to keep in shape besides hunting- which I’ve been doing since forever. 

The night seemed to become darker as storming clouds seemed to roll over the small town, as we both looked up than back at each other. I sent a small smile towards my best friend as he sent me his famous smirk- the smirk that made me weak in the knees, honestly. 

“So- you and that douche finally broke?” Dean smirked, his plump lips giving me this strange feeling as they curled into a innocent grin. Merely arching my brow, I gave a small nod. 

“Yea- honestly, I’m happy we did.. I didn’t actually like him that much.” The corner of my mouth twitched into a small smile, as he nodded slowly. Taking a quick side glance, I noticed his lips pulled into some cocky grin as I rolled my eyes gently. I hated, yet loved this man- ever since we were little kids together, I couldn’t help but fall in love with him, slow but surely. 

“Why didn’t you like him?” Dean murmured, as he tried to snuggle his head deeper into his large leather coat, the make shift scarf around his throat. The small stubble on his chin still visible as I stuffed my small, freezing hands into my own coats’ pockets. 

“I don’t know.. I guess, my heart just wasn’t in the relationship, y’know?” I mumbled, yet I knew that the man didn’t have a clue what I meant- I’ve only known him to date, one girl, yet she broke it off a while back. 

“Mhmm-” Dean allowed some strange noise to exit his throat as we came to the store- the sidewalk illuminated with the soft glow from the lights inside- that’s when gunshots rang out, along with terrified screams. 

Why, of all days, did this have to happen the day neither of us were packing?! I mentally scolded myself, as I reached forward and grabbed onto Deans’ forearm when the glass doors shattered in front of us. A small yelp left my frosted lips, as a man stood there in the light, that’s when- 

“Hey!” 

My head snapped to the side, Dean had shouted at him and began to walk towards him- no, no, no! He’s trying to be a hero! I thought, quickly trying to pull him back when.. The sickening sound of three gunshots rang out. My lips parted wide, while my eyes were stapled open as I watched- as if in slow motion, Dean’s body brace the bullets, and crumple to the cement. 

The man suddenly began to run away- I went to move forward, but I couldn’t move as my eyes slowly trailed down to see a small puddle of blood settling underneath Dean.. Yet, he was still breathing. 

It was.. It was never suppose to happen like this.. At least not this way, not where I was left alone in this.. Sadistic world.. 

“Dean!” I cried out, as I dropped to my knees, crawling towards his fallen figure as I felt my light eyes become dark while staring at his contorted face. 

His body I crouched over and watched the light fade, ever so slowly from his beautiful evergreen eyes.. His thick crimson syrup covering, and coating my small hands.. His lips still gently parted and loosing their warmth as I choked on my suffocated coughs- tears dripping down my bright, reddened cheeks as I screamed up towards the night sky, the gentle rain peppering my crumpled body as I held his body in my aching arms.

I’ll always remember.. I’ll always remember everything.. What happened, how it happened, when it happened.. And.. And how he looked after it happened.. 

“Y..Y’know, I always I would t..take a bullet, or two.. Or three, f..for you..” He chuckled,as his chest shuddered while I pressed my small, shivering hands against his chest- trying to stop the pulsing blood flow, yet it did nothing. 

My lips became wet with my continuously flowing tears as I tried to hid the pain growing in my eyes, my body, and of course- my heart. I crawled towards him as I moved his head from the cold, glistening with fresh rain cement as he gasped for breath- merely coughing and wheezing as he tried to speak. My sobs echoed throughout the street, bystanders do nothing but watch and listen as the sound of sirens in the far distant tried to drown everything out.

Looking back down, I noticed how his eyelids began to flutter shut- I quickly choked out, "no, no, no, no! Don't you dare close your eyes on me!" His pale, yet still plump lips curled into a small grin as his shaking voice whispered, "and I always knew you wouldn't take one for me.." 

"Because, you would never let me! We swore to keep each other safe, you asshole!" I cried more, my lips trying their hardest to not break the small smile I held as I stroked his slightly roughly stubble cheek and chin. 

"It's okay... I'll always take the bullet.." 

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These were my last moments with her.. My best friend.. The girl I fell head over heels for and, trust me, I fell hard. My bottom lip trembled as I tried to hold my famous grin. Slowly I took my shaking hand, rubbing it gently on her cold, wet yet soft cheek as I lurched forward- coughing up some blood as I tried my hardest to keep my eyelids open.. 

"L..Lean down.. P..Please.." I whispered, my breathing slow and shaky as she did. Her beautiful, light hazel eyes glittered with tears as a few slowly dripped onto my freezing flesh. Slowly- I began to feel my muscles relax- gradually reaching up, I placed my frozen blue lips on her warm, yet wet ones as my body fell back onto the cement and my head into her lap. 

"I.. I love you.." Was his last breath..

My god.. His last breath he confessed after all these years of us being friends.. I never saw those feelings until I watched his soul practically leave his body.. 

"D..Dean? Dean?! Dean! No! Please, don't d..do this to me!" I shouted as I leaned forward, his face hidden by my upper body from the rain as I leaned over his dead figure.

 It was never suppose to be like this.. It was suppose to be us against the world.. Together.. 

"I..I lo..love you, t..too..." I hiccuped as I gently brushed my shaking, and frozen hands across his dead face- his eye lids closing.

"I love you, too.." I whispered, as I pressed my forehead against his before feeling people begin to crowd us as the screaming sirens entered the area, along with loud murmurs as I closed my eyes tightly and kept doubled-over the man I should've confessed too..

***Emma’s POV***

Finally, after a lonngggg softball practice I was home and I could take this damn USSSA Pride uniform off. I love my team, but hate practice, it practically kills you. It’s been the worst day and I'm just pissed off. My mom is coming to visit and I know she will criticize me entire life, my best friend is out of town and I just need to relax. I am so happy to see my boyfriend of 3 years, Christian.   But when I go to walk in our bedroom, I hear him on the phone with someone and decide to just listen in on it. I hear him mention my name and some other girls name and he says “ yeah man, a few years back i had the option of dating Emma or this girl Sydney, but i figured ill ask out Emma because Dee had his eyes on Sydney.” At this point I was filled with rage and jealousy and i just wanted to lay in bed and cry and I guess i started to because Christian heard and ran out the door and asked “ babe, what happened? are you okay?” At first, I didn’t answer him and I just sat there feeling stupid and like a backup plan. “ When were you going to tell me that I’m just a fallback for another girl that you couldn’t have?” He just looked at me with a look that I have never seen  and it made me so confused. I couldn’t tell if he was angry or sorry or upset. Eventually after about a minute(which felt like a lifetime) he answered “I never meant for you to hear that... I didn’t want you to know about her” The fact that he didn’t even want to tell me that I’m a **second choice** and just let me believe that I’m his #1 makes me feel like literal shit. I planned to spend my life with this man and I’m finding out that to him I was just a choice, and even worse, I was the second choice. I realize I’ve spaced out thinking of all this and that Christian is saying my name. “I just want you to know that I love you and I could never have believed that you could have played me so easily. I am not an option, I’m a priority to you or I’m nothing.” and with that i walked out...