... after thinking a while i think i just wanted to make gifs of this scene

Imagine Chris and the Avengers cast talking about you on Jimmy Kimmel.

You settled in your hotel room bed and turned on the television just in time to catch your husband, Chris Evans, and fellow cast members; Chris Hemsworth, Robert Downey Jr., Scarlett Johansson, Mark Ruffalo and Jeremy Renner live on Jimmy Kimmel. You were meant to be at the interview with them but your commitment with your new movie sent you to London instead, and so there you were watching them answer the questions you were suppose to as well about the movie you all had acted in six months ago.

The interview started and the cast took their seats. You smiled at how handsome Chris looked in the outfit you had told him to take with him; everyone else looked great too. Seeing them made you miss their company and you wished you had been able to join them on the couch.

“It is so great to have you guys here tonight,” Jimmy addressed them with a wide grin. “The movie isn’t even out yet and everyone’s already excited to see part two.” The audience cheered their agreements. “Thank you all for coming out. I know all of you are very busy which is why we’re missing a few cast members tonight.”

The cast nodded in acknowledgement of your absence as well as a few others.

“Anthony Mackie and Sebastian Stan, as well as your wife, Y/N,” Jimmy said to Chris and Chris nodded again, this time with a cute pout. “I heard she’s currently in London filming her next movie.”

“Yeah,” Chris chuckled. “She actually left for London like- a week after we wrapped up Infinity War. I headed home to relax and she went on to her next job, it definitely says a lot about our level of demand in the industry.” He joked and you chuckled softly. “No, I’m extremely proud of her. She’s up for an Oscar, did you guys know that?”

“How can we not? You talk about it all day every day,” Robert rolled his eyes as he pretended to be annoyed with Chris. “Even Y/N doesn’t talk about it as much as you do.” The room laughed. “No, seriously though- he talks about it all the time. Doesn’t he, guys?” He asked the cast for confirmation.

“All the time,” Scarlett and Jeremy nodded.

“Even Y/N tells him to shut up about it,” Mark chuckled.

“You’d think he was the one getting nominated,” Chris H added.

“He’s a proud husband,” Jimmy defended Chris.

“Yeah,” Chris laughed, “just leave me be.”

“He’s a lovesick puppy, that’s what he is.” Robert teased, glancing back at Chris. “Ever since the second he laid eyes on Y/N, he’s been head over heels for her.” The cast nodded and Chris blushed deeply, dropping his head. “You should have seen him the first time she walked on to the set, his eyes popped out of his skull and he became a huge blubbering mess.”

You giggled to yourself, remembering the day Robert was talking about. You’d been friends with Robert for quite a while now, having met on the set of ‘Sherlock Holmes’ in 2009. He was the one who took you around on your first day at the Marvel Studios and introduced you to everyone, including your husband. Chris was a huge mess the first time he met you, mainly because he was already a fan of your work and you were drop dead gorgeous in a black lace dress; he was a bit of a sucker when it came to lace.

“Yeah, okay,” Chris chuckled, “I’ll admit I was a bit of a mess when I met Y/N.”

“A bit?” Chris H scoffed then chuckled. “We were all embarrassed for you, dude. You’re lucky she’s ridiculously nice and ignored your rambling otherwise you wouldn’t be here with that ring on your finger. You lucked out with her, my man.”

“Oh trust me, I know.” Chris chuckled. “She reminds me everyday.”

He was joking- while you did remind him occasionally, mostly as a joke, sometimes when you were fighting- he didn’t need a reminder when it came to you. He knew he wanted to spend the rest of his life with you even before the first date.

The two of you clicked pretty much immediately and every day on set became like a scene out of a romantic comedy. It got to a point where Joss had to keep you two apart because you and Chris couldn’t be in the same room without flirting and/or ending up in a fit of giggles.

Your relationship with him progressed with MCU film franchise. You met and started dating on the set of ‘The Avengers’, by 'Captain America: The Winter Soldier’, you’d moved in with him, he’d proposed during 'The Avengers: Age of Ultron’, and by the time 'Captain America: Civil War’ came around you’d been happily married for almost a year. The end of 'Infinity War: Part 1’ called for your first pregnancy- which the two of you were planning on keeping a secret until the three month mark. And by the end of 'Infinity War: Part 2’, your little miracle would have been born and introduced to the world.

“I know we’re here to talk about the movie but can we just discuss your personal life for a moment?” Jimmy asked Chris. “You and Y/N have been married for a while now, do you think we’re going to see little Captain Americas and little Agent 25s running around anytime soon?”

You pressed your lips together when you saw Chris’ reaction. He looked like he was definitely dying to tell someone but the two of you made a promise and neither of your families knew yet so he kept his mouth shut and let Jeremy made the first comment.

“He’s enough of a child for the both of them,” Jeremy joked. “You should see them out and about, they paint the town red till the break of dawn. It’s no wonder they work together 'cause I don’t think anyone else can keep up with them.”

You laughed, suddenly glad you weren’t there to be teased.

“You two like to party?” Jimmy asked, chuckling.

“Why do you think they don’t have kids yet?” Mark chuckled.

“So they’re the ones you guys call to have fun, Chris and Y/N?”

“Definitely.” Robert nodded. “Those two are absolutely hectic.”

“Mm hm,” the entire cast nodded with all their thumbs pointed at Chris.

“Nooooo, we’re not going to do that!” Chris held his hands up in surrender. “We’re on TV, guys! Our parents are watching this. C'mon, if Y/N sees this she’s going to lose her mind. We promised her no embarrassing stories, so c'mon!”

“If she doesn’t want any embarrassing stories about her then she should settle down,” Robert said. “Hear that, kid?” He addressed you through the camera. “Become a mom and everything embarrassing you’ve ever done is wiped clean off the slate.”

You chuckled and picked up your phone, texting Chris the following words.

Just break the news, babe. We’ll call our families after the interview. I know we said we’d wait but it’s happening so we might as well tell people. I know you’ve been dying to tell them anyway so go ahead, you’ve got my full support. ❤️️

After sending the text, you turned your attention back onto the TV screen. Chris flinched and you knew it was from the buzzing in his pocket. He subtly pulled his attention away from Jimmy and the rest and took his phone out of his pocket to read the text. You saw his smile and you couldn’t help but smile back. He looked up at the screen and winked, knowing you were watching.

“Hey guys, um-” Chris cleared his throat and drew the attention onto himself. “I’ve got something to announce. Y/N and I have been keeping this a secret for a while now and um- she actually just decided it was time we break the news. She just texted me telling me to announce it right here on Jimmy Kimmel.”

“No my God,” Scarlett gasped and turned to Chris a knowing smile. “Is she-”

The rest of the cast turned to Chris with widened eyes and excited smiles, waiting for confirmation.

“Yup,” Chris nodded, smiling. “We’re expecting our first child.” He said and the whole room gasped.

“Wow!” Jimmy clapped. “That is- congratulations, you guys. Y/N,” he looked into the camera. “We wish you could be here with us. Congratulations, you two are going to make wonderful parents.” He said and you smiled.

“No way!” Robert’s jaw dropped, his excited grin visible as he turned from Chris to the camera. “I knew it,” he pointed to the camera and you chuckled. “I’m so proud of you, kid. I can’t wait to meet your little one.”

“Congratulations, man!” Jeremy slapped Chris on the back excitedly.

“Yeah, welcome to the dad clan. You’re one of us now,” Chris H shook his hand, grinning.

“I’m so happy for you guys,” Mark told him, smiling. “You’re both going to make amazing parents.”

“Thanks guys,” Chris grinned. “I’m very excited as well.” He turned his attention back onto the camera, speaking directly to you. “I couldn’t have asked for a better person to experience parenthood with and- I’m ready as long as I’ve got you by my side, sweetheart. I love you and I can’t wait to see you.”

You smiled, feeling your eyes water as you picked up your phone and texted him your response.

I love you and I can’t wait to see you too.

A Marine’s Valentine

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Title: A Marine’s Valentine

Pairing: Gibbs x Reader

Word Count: 1,233

Warnings: Fluff

A/N: Happy Valentines Day! I know it’s early, but I thought I would start off the morning for my NCIS fans <3 I hope you all love this! Feedback is welcomed and appreciated! I love you all so much! <3 <3

This was requested by @jez-zolnierz: Since your requests are open can I ask you for some fluff with Gibbs: breaking rule 12 and asking him to be your valentine? :) I wish you lovely day!

While Tony and McGee were off on a double date, you were sitting at your desk finishing paperwork.  This report was something you could have gotten done tomorrow morning, but you decided to do get it done now.  Besides you didn’t have a date on Valentine’s Day.  You didn’t feel like going home and sitting in your apartment by yourself.

You looked up in surprise as Gibbs walked through the bullpen and sat down at his desk.  He was wearing your favorite navy blue button down shirt with a black blazer over it.  You always admired the way he dressed and the way he smelled.  Abby was the only one who knew about your crush on Gibbs.

“[Y/N],” Gibbs spoke, interrupting your thoughts.  

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Imagine Chris turning the tables on you.

A/N: I’m not very good at pranks, I think that will be very obvious when you read this. This is a request from @castellandiangelo, I did end up writing your request. (I’m sorry if it’s bad, I’m not good at pranks!) I’ll make up for this sleep deprived piece, there’s an idea that’s been brewing for a while now. X

1st of April had finally arrived; it was the day you’d been waiting for since you came up with what you thought was the best, and most cruel prank ever. The prank was designed for your husband, Chris, and you’d joined forces with his mom and his brother to pull it off; they’d flown in from Boston just to help you. You still hadn’t decided if it was one of those ‘we-can-laugh-about-it-in-the-future’ pranks or a 'I’m-going-to-fucking-divorce-your-ass’ pranks, but seeing as Lisa and Scott were on board- you saw it as the former. You’d been with Chris for years and years now, so you knew him well. You knew he had a great sense of humor and a great love for your playful side, which made you ninety-nine percent sure he’d appreciate your prank; the sweet note at the end especially. But just to be safe and not to seem too smug, you lowered the probability percentage down to ninety-five.

The prank you’d been planning for over a month now involved Scott 'crashing’ Chris’ brand new Audi while taking you to lunch; Lisa calling from the emergency room; and Chris rushing down only to find you safe and sound with a dozen pink balloons and a sonogram. You’d found out you were pregnant a little while ago and wanted to find the right time to tell your husband, so why not April Fools? It was crazy and a little bit over the top, but then again- that was you. To be fair though, Chris had pulled some pretty horrendous pranks over the years. You could say you were only doing it as a way to get back at him for the time he visited you on your set and put a cockroach on you while you were filming a scene with Meryl Streep- an actress you so thoroughly admired- but hey, you weren’t the vindictive type.

“Do you think your son will divorce me after he finds out this is all just a prank?”

“No,” Lisa chuckled with a shake of her head. “He loves you way too much, and he’s going to be so happy about the baby news that- he’s not going to care about anything else.” You nodded in agreement after slight hesitation. “It’s April Fools and he’s a big boy, he can handle it.”

“I hope so,” you chuckled as you gathered the bundle of pink helium balloons. Lisa chuckled too as she grabbed her purse and headed towards your front door where loud knocking could be heard. “Could you get that, please? I bet it’s Scott, I hope he knows he’s not actually going to drive Chris’-”

“It’s not Scott,” Lisa cut you off as you walked around the corner; your eyes narrowed at the two police officers standing in your doorway with solemn expressions on their faces. “How can I help you gentlemen?” Lisa asked them. “Is there a particular person you’re looking for?”

“We’re here to speak with Y/N Y/L/N,” the taller male answered and you didn’t know to snicker or be genuinely concerned. For all you knew, they were part of Chris’ plan to prank you before you could him. “We have reason to believe that one of the victims involved in the accident on route six is your brother, Oliver Y/L/N.”

“That’s impossible,” you chuckled with narrowed eyes. “My brother’s out of town until the end of the month, he couldn’t possibly be in a car accident. Are you absolutely sure that he’s involved? Is there a possibility that you’re mistaken?”

“We are unable to identify the body, but his motorbike was placed at the crash site,” the shorter male informed you and your heart dropped when you remembered Chris had taken the bike- your brother had left at your place for safe keeping- this morning. “Do you know anyone with access to your brother’s bike? We could really use-”

“My husband,” you cut him off and you heard Lisa gasp. “My husband took my brother’s bike out this morning. Oh my God,” you breathed and felt the bundle of balloons escape your grip; they flew to touch the ceiling. “No no no,” you shook your head. “That’s impossible, Chris wouldn’t- he’s too careful on the- No,” another head shake. “It can’t be him, my husband is not dead!” You felt the tears spill out of your eyes.

“We’re very sorry to ask you to do so, but we’re going to need you to come with us to help identify the body.” The taller male told you and you quickly nodded, grabbing your purse by the door. You glanced over your shoulder at Lisa as you followed the police officers out; she was lost in her thoughts. “After you, Miss Y/L/N.” He held his car door open for you.

“Just give me a moment,” you told him and he nodded. “Lisa,” you walked over to her and took her shaky hands in yours. “We don’t know if it’s him,” your voice broke as you tried to reassure her. “Maybe he let someone else use Oliver’s bike after getting to the studio, or maybe the bike got stolen- I don’t- um- I don’t know,” you tried not to start crying when you remembered you were pregnant and your daughter might not have a father. “But we mustn’t lose hope yet because…” You trailed off, unable to find the right words.

“I can’t go down, Y/N,” she shook her head and you nodded understandingly. “I’m sorry,” she hugged you and you hugged her back, taking slow breaths to stop yourself from breaking down. “But you’re right, we don’t know yet.” She said as she pulled away; you nodded in response. “Call me as soon as you find out, okay?”

“Okay,” you nodded.

You left her at your house then got into the police car and let them take you to the crash site. You may not have been a religious person, but it didn’t stop you from praying. You couldn’t lose Chris, especially now that you were pregnant. You didn’t know what to do with a child, you had a child because of him- because you loved him. How were you meant to raise that child alone? How were you meant to look at your daughter and tell her her dad was the most amazing man you’d ever met and never let her meet him? How were you going to survive the rest of your life without the love of your life? Your hand rested on your stomach and you broke down crying, silently begging whatever greater being for your husband to be alive.
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The car pulled to a stop in front of a park; the same one where you and Chris worked together on screen for the first time, not that you were in the right mindset to notice. Your entire world had been rocked thanks to your husband and his insane plan to turn the tables on you, except his plans weren’t as easy to find out about as he’d confided in professional actors rather than family members. Of course he’d confided in Lisa and Scott- the two who accidentally let both your pregnancy and prank plans slip, but somehow managed to keep his to themselves- and they both told him it was a bad idea and that you were going to be pissed when you found out it was all just a prank. But did Chris listen? No, because clearly it wasn’t a bad enough idea if his mother and brother didn’t stop him from doing it. Plus- Chris knew you, you’d appreciate a good prank; he was ninety-five percent sure about it. If you didn’t- well, he had a spontaneous trip to Paris to make up for his insanity.

“Wait,” your eyes narrowed as the policemen got out of the car. One opened the car door for you and beckoned you out. “I don’t understand, I thought the accident was on route six.” He didn’t say anything, he just gestured for you to follow him. “I just want to know if my husband’s okay,” you told them and they both nodded.

Chris spotted you and the 'police officers’ approaching and he sat on your brother’s motorbike, laughing. It was pretty sick joke, yes, but he was so excited to celebrate the pregnancy with you that- he didn’t care. He knew when you saw him that you’d understand that it was just an April Fools joke and laugh because he’d turn the tables on you instead.

“Where are you tak-” You stopped yourself when you saw Chris, perfectly fine and in one piece. He waved at you with a cheeky smile; you were so relieved that you couldn’t think about anything else- like how it was just a stupid prank. “Thank God,” you breathed and ran towards him as he got off the bike. “Oh my God,” you threw your arms around his neck and he hugged you tightly, burying his face in the crook of your neck. “I thought you were dead,” you started crying out of absolute relief.

“Yeah, I’m not that easy to kill,” he chuckled. “April Fools, baby.” He said and you pushed him away, frowning. “What?” He laughed, grabbing his left breast. “I just elaborated on your plans a little bit. We’re in the film industry, I thought you’d appreciate the dramatics.”

“A little bit?!” You slapped his arm and he pressed his lips together, suppressing his urge to laugh. “They told me you were dead, Chris. Mine was just emergency room, yours was death! Death, Chris, death.” You emphasized and he nodded, chuckling as he pulled you into his arms for another tight hug. “What the hell is wrong with you?” You chuckled wearily as you hugged him back; you were too happy that he was okay to be mad about the severity of his actions. “No more April Fools for us,” you said, pressing your head against his chest. “We clearly don’t know how to prank each other, it’s getting a little much.”

“Okay,” he chuckled, kissing the top of your head. “I’m sorry, baby. I know it’s been a stressful day, my mom and Scott both said it was a bad idea.” You scoffed and chuckled at the same time; no wonder Lisa didn’t come down. “But hey,” he pulled the plane tickets out of his back pocket as he pulled away from you. “We can relax in Paris.”

“I was about to ask you how you were going to make up for this,” you smiled as you took the tickets from him; he chuckled in response. “Do you want to know how I’m going to make up for the prank that didn’t happen?” You quizzed, reaching into your own back pocket for the sonogram.

“I think I already know,” he smiled and placed his hand on your stomach. “They might have let the baby news slip too when they let your prank plans slip.” You chuckled and pulled the sonogram from your pocket, passing it to him. “I can’t believe we’re going to be parents to a baby girl,” he smiled at the sonogram then at you when you placed a hand over his.

“I know, right?” You laughed. “We are so immature and we’re about to be parents,” you said and he joined you in laughter. “Ground rules before the baby comes, no more pranks like these. No more dead or emergency room pranks because- it’s ridiculous and it’s irresponsible.” He nodded in agreement, chuckling. “I am so glad it was just a prank,” you told him and hugged him again. “I don’t know what I would’ve done if I’d lost you.”

“I’m not going anywhere, sweetheart,” he hugged you tightly as he whispered into your hair. “Not for a very, very long time.” You smiled and looked up at him. “I love you,” he smiled and dipped his head to meet your lips.

“And you’re lucky I still love you after that,” you bit playfully.

“Yes I am,” he laughed.

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Imagine – Taking over the wrestling world with The Shield

Word Count – 1,452

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You got a call from Stephanie McMahon, asking you to come into her office right away. Your heart was pounding, thoughts running through your head nonstop. You told your best friend Sasha that you had to go, that you’d meet up with her after Raw.

You walked into Stephanie’s office, seeing her sit there with tons of papers in her hands looking focused, she looked up at you and smiled widely

“Please y/n, have a seat.” You nodded and gave her a quiet thank you

“Are you nervous?” She asked, watch your hands shake

“A..A little.” You chuckled nervously

“Well don’t be, cause you’re going to be the new womens champion after tonight!” Your eyes got wide, jaw dropping to the floor. You ran up and gave her a big bear hug, thanking her over and over again.

“And that’s not all… you and Charlotte will be the main event!”

This all felt like a dream. It was very, VERY rare for women wrestlers to main event anything. This was the biggest opportunity you’ve had in your whole career. Not only will you be main eventing Raw, you’d be winning the womens championship!

You walked down the hall with excitement, trying so hard not to scream. You were heading to the makeup and hair room when you ran into your best friends, Dean, Seth and Roman. You were best friends on screen and behind the scenes.

“Hey y/n, how’s it shakin?” Dean smiled, giving you a fist bump

“You guys are not going to believe this, 1. I’m going to be crowned the new womens champion! And 2.. ME AND CHARLOTTE ARE THE MAIN EVENT!”

They all gasped with excitement, giving you big hugs and telling you how proud they are.

‘Oh.. oh y/n, we won’t be here to watch it live.” Seth frowned, leaving Dean and Roman confused

“We won’t?” Dean asked

“No guys, remember we have a meeting…” Seth was up to something.

You frowned and nodded your head, heartbreaking knowing your best friends won’t be on the other side waiting to congratulate you.

“We all have our things we need to do, it’s okay.” You fake smiled

“We’re so sorry. We love you girlie, kick some ass out there and I promise we’ll go and celebrate when we come back.” Roman said. They all gave you another hug, then left.

When they got far enough to the point you weren’t in their sight anymore Seth pulled Dean and Roman to the side.

“I thought we had a meeting?” Dean asked

“No! We’re going to surprise her.”

-

“Are you excited to be the champ?” One of the makeup ladies asked as she applied your eyeshadow

“I’m really excited, I just wish my boys were here to celebrate with me. They’ve been with me through it all, it’d only feel right if they celebrated with me also.” Your eyes got watery

“Oh honey don’t cry! You’ll ruin your makeup, just think about celebrating with them after. And besides, maybe their meeting will get canceled and they’ll be able to come. Just try to think of the positives, think about how they title will finally feel in your hands, around your waist.”

You smiled, thinking of how good it’ll feel when your childhood dream finally comes true. You called your parents and friends from home, letting them know to tune into Raw tonight for a surprise…

Your hair was straightened, you had beautiful makeup on and your favorite gear on (whatever you’d like it to be). You were ready to go.

It was almost time. The butterflies in your stomach started to kick in, from nervousness and excitement. As you were walking to the curtain you passed Vince McMahon surprisingly.

“You deserve this, y/n. Congratulations.” He smiled, patting your shoulder lightly, giving you a hug then walking off. Seconds later your music hit, hearing the fans scream in excitement. This is it, this is really happening.

You ran out with a smile on your face, spinning around with your arms out, taking in the excitement. You walked down the ramp, making sure too high five every fan you could. Next Charlotte came out, filling the arena with boos. All you could look at was that title, thinking about how great it’s going to look on your shelf and around your waist.

The match went on for thirty minutes. You could hear the crowd chanting “Let’s go y/n!” *clap clap clap clap clap* throughout the whole match along with “Y/n’s gonna kill you!”. At some point you and Charlotte locked eye to eye as she yelled “You’ll never beat me! Never!” You punched her in the nose, then locked in Chris Jericho’s “Lion Tamer” move, him giving you permission earlier tonight that you could use it, and that it’d make him the happiest if you did.

You had her locked in for about a minute, then she finally tapped. The crowd went WILD! It was so loud you couldn’t hear a thing for a minute, worrying you went deaf until you finally heard JoJo yell into the mic

“And your NEW WOMENS CHAMPION, Y/N!”

Your eyes filled with tears as you sat on your knees in the middle of the ring, covering your face with your hands as you cried tears of joy. Finally finding the feeling in your legs to stand up and hold the belt up high, running up onto the top of the turnbuckle holding YOUR belt. You jumped down, turned around and saw exactly who you wanted to see. Dean, Roman and Seth. All three standing there with tears in their eyes with their belts with them also. Seth and Roman with the tag team titles, Dean with his United States title. They clapped, roman picking you up and putting you on his shoulders as Seth stood on the left, Dean stood to the right and pointed at you while the crowd chanted “You deserve it!”

As you were walking up Seth yelled into the camera “The Shield, and our girl are taking over your world. So get used to it!” then walked off, he was right.

You went back stage and everyone was standing there waiting for you, clapping and giving you tons of hugs, handshakes and high fives.

You were walking through with the guys still by your side when Triple H came up to you, eyes glassy with tears as he held your face and smiled

“I can’t think of anyone who deserves this more than you.”

“Thank you, Hunter. That means the world to me coming from you. You taught me everything I know.”

One of the social media workers grabbed you in for a photo for Instagram, you were getting ready to pose when he stopped you.

“Dean, Seth, Roman? Can you join, please?” They all smiled, running in and getting in position for the pic. You all held up your titles. He took the photo and captioned it

“Taking over the world, one..by..one.”

After that and a few more photos you finally had some time to sit down and let this all soak in. It didn’t really hit till your family called you over FaceTime to congratulate you. You sat and talked with them for a while then you had to go, leaving for the hotel in a few minutes.

After your call the boys came back in, helping you pack your stuff while listening to Pandora. You sat down for a second and they noticed you sniffling, running over to you right away. Dean kneeling in front of you, holding your hands while Seth and Roman sat next to you.

“I’m so glad you guys made it. This moment wouldn’t of been the same if you weren’t here.”

“We’re glad we made it too, honey.” Dean smiled softly

“But, what about the meeting?”

“Um… Well… There wasn’t one. We just wanted to surprise you and make the moment even happier for you. I’m sorry if I made you upset.” Seth frowned, realizing he hurt you.

You pulled him in for a hug, rubbing his back then knocking his shoulder playfully hard. He grabbed it and rubbed it

“Ow! What was that for?”

“For nearly giving me a damn heart attack!” you both laughed, then you hugged him again.

After that you all went back to the hotel. You needed your rest, knowing tomorrow all you’re going to be doing is interview after interview now that you’re the champ, but you didn’t mind. You couldn’t of asked for anything better. Your childhood dream finally came true, and best of all you had your best friends with you through it all.

A Marine’s Rescue

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Title: A Marine’s Rescue

Pairing: Gibbs x Reader

Word Count: 1,000

Warnings: a little bit of violence, fluff

A/N: I have some Gibbs fluff for you guys! I hope you enjoy this! Feedback is welcomed and always appreciated. If there’s something you want to see, requests are open!

Gibbs slammed his hands on his desk as he stood up, causing the rest of your team to snap their attention to the Marine.  Gibbs looked around at his team, “tell me we’ve found where they have [Y/N]!”  Gibbs clenched his jaw tightly, his lips forming in a flat line.  He couldn’t let them hurt you; you meant too much to him.

McGee’s eyes widened, “Uh boss.”  McGee wrote down coordinates on a piece of paper, rushing up to his boss.  “I think I found out where they have her.”

“You think,” Gibbs asked, irritated at almost everything and everyone.  He knew having you go undercover was dangerous.  He felt like this was his fault.  He didn’t wait for McGee to answer him.  “Gear up,” Gibbs yelled, already walking to the elevator.  Tony and McGee soon caught up with the Marine.  “I want you both to secure the exits just in case.  I’ll go in by myself to get [Y/N].  That’s an order,” he said sternly.

McGee and Tony nodded as the door to the elevator closed.


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Imagine announcing your engagement with Chris.

A/N: This is a request from an anon, about being RDJ’s daughter and dating Chris. I kind of started the way you wanted me to but ended a little differently, still the gist of your prompt. Enjoy. :D

“There are a lot of people here tonight,” Chris chuckled softly as the two of you posed for photos on the red carpet of the Civil War premiere. “That means more eyes on me when I do something embarrassing.” You rolled your eyes at his paranoia. “Oh, I will. We both know from experience that I have the tendency to do embarrassing things around you. Remember the first time we met?”

“How could I forget?” You laughed softly.

You were visiting your dad, Robert Downey Jr. on the set of the first Avengers movie when you first met Chris; you ran into him on the way to your father’s trailer. You knew who he was but he had no idea who you were because he had only just began working with RDJ and was yet to find out that he had a twenty-four year old daughter from a previous marriage.

You had tried to introduce yourself but he was in too much of a panic to realize that you weren’t wardrobe because he had ripped the pants of his Captain America suit and was due for a scene in fifteen minutes. You felt bad for him so you decided to pretend to be wardrobe and help him; you didn’t learn to sew for nothing, plus- you were used to helping your dad with his.

Chris was pretty much smitten with you five minutes into the conversation. Not only were you ridiculously pretty- which he noticed even in his panic; you were down-to-earth, funny, intelligent, and kind. You also shared his tremendous love for all things Disney, a huge plus in his book. It got to a point where he felt the need to ask for your phone number so he could continue to take you out on a date. You gave him your number knowing your father wouldn’t approve of you dating one of his co-stars but it was always easier to ask for forgiveness than permission.

Speaking of your father, you could still remember the look of horror on his face when he saw you with a pants-less Chris Evans. He was close with Chris now and was incredibly happy that you were dating that great man but that wasn’t how their relationship started. “What the fuck are you doing with my baby girl?!” was the reaction your father had. You remembered jumping between the two before your father attacked him with his Wing-Chun, which he still promises to do till this day if Chris ever hurt you.

“Downey was beyond pissed,” Chris chuckled. “He didn’t talk to me for days after that. I still remember that one day where he literally had the whole cast over for lunch in his trailer city and didn’t invite me. It was months before he finally accepted us together, I think Susan said something to him.”

“I think she did too, ‘cause it would’ve been years if Mom didn’t say something to him. You know how stubborn he can be, he is basically Tony Stark.” The two of you chuckled because it was true. “But look at where we are now, he loves you so much more than he loves me.” You joked and he laughed. “You laugh but you know it’s true.”

“Please,” Chris chuckled. “You are the apple of his eye. As much as he loves me- he’d never love me more than he loves you. You do remember how he iced me out after our first fight, right? He got the whole cast to turn against me, even the stand-ins.” You chuckled softly. “Love me more than you love me, maybe,” he teased with a cheeky wink.

“Definitely,” you bit playfully.

“Hey guys!” The reporter from Extra greeted the two of you as you made your way to the interview line. “I’m with Chris Evans and Robert Downey Jr.’s daughter, Y/N. The two of you are still looking as adorable together as ever, how are you tonight?”

“We’re great,” Chris smiled.

“Fantastic, thank you.” You smiled.

“First of all, I have to congratulate you, Chris, on the movie.” Beside you, Chris dropped his head with a widening grin. You gently rubbed his arm, smiling proudly. “You did a wonderful job. The whole world is already raving about the film and half of them haven’t even seen it yet. How are you feeling about it?”

“I am incredibly proud of the work we’ve done. It’s not just me, it’s my cast mates and the Russo brothers but I think a huge part of our success has to do with the guys behind the scenes. Marvel did an incredible job with the story, you know- it was a huge job. There are a lot of big characters with big arcs and they managed to integrate it in a way where it makes sense. I’m incredibly honored to be apart of such a wonderful film and I can’t wait to see what’s next for us.”

“Speaking of what’s next,” the interviewer turned her attention onto you and you raised your eyebrows, unsure of what she was smiling about. “The two of you have been dating for a while now, five years?” You and Chris nodded. “Do we see wedding bells sometime soon?”

You subconsciously brushed your thumb over the empty space on your ring finger where your engagement ring should’ve been but wasn’t because Chris wasn’t ready to go public with it yet. All your friends and family already knew, he just didn’t want the world to know. At least until the press tour was over ‘cause he couldn’t imagine the kind of questions he was going to get if people knew he had recently proposed to Iron Man’s daughter.

“Well,” Chris chuckled nervously. “Uh- You know, we’re happy together and we definitely see a future together but um- there’s still some things we need to talk about.” He looked over at you and you chuckled, pressing your lips together to tell him you weren’t going to help him. “But yeah, it’s on the to-do list.”

“What are we talking about?” You heard your father’s voice and you smiled as he crashed the interview, wrapping his arms around you and Chris. “Hi baby,” he greeted Chris the way he should’ve greeted you, giving him one of his signature cheek kisses. “Hi Y/N,” he greeted you the way he should’ve greeted Chris, giving you nothing but a light pat on the arm.

It was an ongoing joke.

“Hi Dad,” Chris chuckled.

“Hi Downey,” you chuckled.

“We’re just talking about the two of them and when they’re going to get married,” the interviewer informed your dad, whose smile had ten-fold. “What are your thoughts on that? As the father of Y/N, would you want to see her settle down and start a family of her own?”

“Of course I would,” your dad nodded. “I would love to see that happen. She’s my eldest, you know- she’s been in this committed relationship for five years now. I expected a wedding like- two years ago but someone,” he shot Chris a fake dirty look and you chuckled softly. “Can’t seem to catch a hint. Come on, time is running out here. Y/N is young but Chris is nearing forty soon, if he wants to have kids…” He trailed off, trying not to laugh at Chris’ pursed lips.

“Go do your own interview,” Chris covered your dad’s mouth and tried to push him away.

“And miss out on all this fun?” Your dad chuckled. “No way. C'mon Chris, when are you going to propose to my baby girl? When I am going to have the honor of walking her down the aisle and giving her away to you? 'Cause I’m ready whenever you are.” Your dad glanced at you and the two of you tried not to laugh.

“Even Iron Man is begging you to tie the knot, what do you think?” The interviewer asked Chris and he chuckled softly, shaking his head. “Y/N, you’re ready to settle down with Chris right? He’s the perfect specimen, so handsome and incredibly sweet. Would you say yes?”

Both you and your dad looked over at Chris with eyes asking a similar question, for the permission to break the news to the world. He thought about it for awhile then heaved a sigh and nodded. Your dad gave your arm and encouraging squeeze as you opened your clutch and fished out your engagement ring. The interviewer looked down as you slipped it on, her eyes widened with shock.

“I already have.” You held up your hand to the camera, smiling.

“We’re engaged,” Chris announced and kissed the side of your head.

“Oh my God,” your dad pretended to be as shock as he was the first time you announced it. “Congratulations, you two! I am so happy for you guys!” He hugged the both of you tightly, drawing laughter from both you and Chris.

“I love you,” you mouthed at Chris.

“I love you too,” he mouthed back, smiling.

I Can’t Wait to Hear You Scream PT. 21

Summary: You and Negan seem to be back to square one, but bigger problems come to you when you go out on a run with Arat.

Warnings: Things are about to start taking a violent turn, and some material may get darker. If this could be triggering for you, read with caution.

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“But, with time, one has encountered many of the monsters, and one is increasingly less terrified of those still to be met.” - Kay Redfield Jamison

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When morning finally came, you were already up, having only gotten a few hours of sleep here and there, you were exhausted.
But deciding you didn’t want to lay in bed anymore, you got up and got dressed, collecting your gear and sliding on your boots on before exiting the room.

You still felt pretty shitty from what had transpired the night before, you were determined to not let it overtake you.
you were never the type to wallow in your own misery and you didn’t plan on starting now.

As you left you glanced over to Negan’s door.
It was closed, as it usually was, but it crossed your mind whether he was inside or not.
It even crossed your mind to just walk in, but of course you didnt.
Hell, you wouldn’t even know what the next move would be if you were to go in.
You shook your head at the thought and headed downstairs to start the day.

As you made your way into the yard, you could tell that some of the Saviors were getting ready to go out on a run, they had brought some of the trucks around and were waiting at the gates for further instruction.
You walked up to everyone, you wanted to go, getting out of here for a while is exactly what you needed.

There was a firm tap on your shoulder from behind and you turned quickly with a less than cheerful expression across your face.

“Jesus, what’s wrong with you.” You heard Arat say as she stood behind you.

The smile she had on her face faded as she saw you.

Your hard expression softened as you saw that it was only her, “Sorry, Arat. I thought you were someone else.”

You nodded, “Trouble in paradise, huh?”

“I think you mean the seven circles of hell.” You sighed and rolled your eyes.

She snickered at your wisecrack and shook her head, “God, you sound like him.”

You shrugged your shoulders.
Maybe you were more like Negan than you realized, but you didn’t see why it mattered and frankly, you didn’t care.

“What are you doing today?” You asked, wanting to change the subject from him.

Arat began walking over to one of the trucks and you followed beside her.

“I’ll probably go out and just check out surrounding areas, maybe pick up a few small things if it’s worth bringing back.” She answered.

“Do you mind having some company?” You asked, almost desperately.

You really wanted to get out for the day.

She looked over to you, seeing the look in your eyes and nodded, “Sure. I don’t mind it, I can tell you need it.”

“You have no idea.” You breathed.

You hoped to make it out of the compound without seeing Negan, but of course that wasn’t possible.
He was already out walking around, looking over everyone, giving them one reason to make him angry today.
You could tell he was still pissed.
The scowl on his face looked like it was set in stone.
The only time it looked like it softened a bit was when you saw Sherry walk up to him, they whispered something to eachother and you already knew what it was probably about and you didn’t wanna think about it.
But you did think about how accurate your aim would be from across the yard if you decided to shoot just her, you shook your head at that thought, too.

It seemed like you really were like Negan after all.

You tried to pretend like you didn’t see it when he leaned down to kiss her, grabbing her ass.

“He’s just trying to rattle your cage.” Arat said as she noticed you staring.

You were glad she interrupted you, because time she did, Negan looked over to the both of you with a smug grin spreading across his face as he walked toward the both of you, you turned your head away from his gaze.

“What’s the word, Arat?” He said in his deep tone as he adjusted Lucille on his shoulder.

He barely looked at you, but ocassionally glanced in your direction without a whole lot of interest.

“I’m going to check the surrounding areas, the usual stuff. And bring back anything useful.” She said plainly as she stood in front of him, like a solider waiting for orders.

He nodded, “Cool. Get the the fuck to it.”

Negan took a few steps to stand in front of you and you looked at him through the corner of your eye, not wanting to fully look at him.
Negan noticed Arat was still there and shook his head.

“Do you need a goddamn invitation to leave, Arat? This isn’t Sunday afternoon at the fuckin’ country club.” He snapped at her.

“No. No, sir, but (Y/N) was gonna-”

“She’s gonna fuckin’ go with you, huh?” He cut in.

She nodded back.

“Well, I’m gonna need to have a fuckin’ talk with her, because this is the fuckin’ first I’ve heard of it.” He said with an annoying smile.

You didn’t think that it was that he really cared, he just needed another way to control you.

You looked over to Arat and gave her a slow nod, she walked away quickly over to the group of men who were all waiting for their own orders.

“So what? You’re fuckin’ going out without me now, babydoll?” He said in a demeaning tone.

“Why does it matter to you? I mean, really?” You said, getting frustrated with him.

He sucked his teeth and his expression hardened again, “It fuckin’ doesn’t. Go ahead and make yourself goddamn useful, my lovely-fuckin-wife.”

You clenched your jaw, not wanting to make a scene out in front of everyone, “Don’t worry, I will. So, stay here with Sherry.” You said cutting your eyes to the building.

Negan cleared his throat calmly and before you could say anything else he had you pinned against the stone wall of the storage building, his pupils burning into yours.

“Darlin’, who in the actual fuck do you think you’re talking to?” He growled back into your ear.

“I’m talking to you.. Daddy.” You snapped back in a smart tone as you put emphasis on the word “Daddy”.

He pulled his head back to stare at you, but his expression was calm and that’s when Negan scared you, when he reached the point of anger to where his expression turned into a calm one.

He made an “o” shape with his lips.

“Jesus.. Nothing fuckin’ scares you anymore, does it?” He said as if he was almost impressed with you.

“No. Some things still do.” You said looking from him, to Lucille, then back to him.

He chuckled softly as he leaned up a bit, “Scared of me fuckin’ hurting you, doll?”

“In more ways than one.” You said bluntly, turnimg from him.

He grabbed your face and turned it to meet his eyes.

“Look at me when I’m fuckin’ talkin’ to you, babydoll. You don’t wanna be disrespectful, do you?” He growled sternly.

“No.” You said in a dull tone, keeping eye contact with him this time.

“You think I’d hurt you?” He asked, loosening his grip on your face.

“I don’t know, maybe you could.” You answered back, his eyes burning into yours.

“I wouldn’t do that.” He said in a firm tone.

“But you already fucking have.” You clenched your jaw tightly.

“Then go out with Arat if that’s what you fuckin’ want.” He said motioning over his head to Arat as she stood across the yard, waiting on you, “Clear your goddamn head.”

“I plan to.” You said back angrily.

He smirked at your expression of anger, now he was beginning to get really frustrated with your attitude and apparent “lack of respect”.

He licked his lips and leaned down to you, “Good. And maybe.. When you get back, I’ll let you do my fuckin’ laundry, darlin’.”

Your blood began to boil and the adrenaline started as the words escaped his lips, you fists were in a tight ball as you tried to compose yourself, and in that moment, you understood why Olivia had lost her cool and slapped him.
It took every ounce of strength to control yourself and not slap him in the same way she had, especially with Lucille propped on his fucking shoulder.

You took in a deep breathe closing your eyes and moved away from him before turning back around to face him.
He stood there, grinning smugly seeing at how much he really got to you.

“Of course, Negan. I mean, it’s your world after all, right? We’re all just fucking living in it.” You said with a fake smile, but with a growl in your tone.

You walked off slowly, not even bothering to glance back at him.

You met back up with Arat and you both headed off out into the world, leaving the sanctuary behind.

But of course you wanted to come back, you just needed to get away, even if it was only for a couple of hours.
You just needed to regain some dignity before Negan berated you even more over stupid shit to rip it away from you.

You had went out atleast a mile from the sanctuary, all while passing by abandoned buildings and a few walkers here and there.

Once the car finally came to a stop, you and Arat both exited it, preparing your weapons just in case of trouble and started walking down the long stretch of road to scavenge in a building that she spotted up ahead.
It was one that hadn’t been looted by the Saviors yet.

“So, what’s the deal with you and Negan?” She asked curiously.

You sighed, not really wanting to talk about it, but knew that talking about it was what needed to be done.

“Well, I told him I loved him last night, I just blurted the shit out and that turned out to be a fucking mistake on my part.” You said rolling your eyes.

You looked around to the woods covering the entire surrounding area and an eerie feeling crept into you, but you ignored it as best you could.

Arat shook her head, “Yeah, kinda figured that would happen if he found out.”

“I can see why you didn’t become a wife.” You shook your head.

Arat scoffed, “I didn’t take him up on it, because I don’t need him to take care of me. Especially when you add the fact that I’d be more inclined to take a run at you than him.”

You looked at her with a raised eyebrow for a moment, sort of confused.

She shifted her eyes to you and rolled them, “I’m gay, if you want me to be blunt.”

You nodded and turned your head back to the road, “You’re lucky then. Atleast you’re not head over heels for someone who doesn’t give a shit.”

“I think Negan gives a shit, (Y/N). But he’s a man, you know how some men are. He’s isn’t a romantic that’s for sure. But what can you expect nowadays?”

“Yeah, I know. It just fucking sucks, I have no idea how he truly feels.”

Arat shook her head and laughed, “If you haven’t noticed, the world we live in now fucking sucks. Honestly, fuck feeling emotions, they don’t hold any use in this world. They just complicate things and get people killed.”

You nodded back in agreeance with her, but not really wanting to talk about any of this anymore.

“I’ve tried turning them off, Arat.” You said plainly.

“Look, If you want my opinion, you and him were made for eachother.” She turning her head to you.

“How do you figure that?” You said, raising an eyebrow.

“Well let’s see.. You’re both stubborn, prideful and homicidal. So, that’s a fucking start and not to mention, severely jealous.” She said, giving you a serious look.

You smirked back and nodded, “Mm, sounds like my kinda date. The jealousy on my part doesn’t matter though, the other wives are still there.”

“Well, it’s like I said - fuck emotions - there’s no place for them in this world.”

“Easier said than done.” You said back calmy.

You both looked at eachother for a moment before dropping your eyes and continued walking in silence.

But that eerie feeling kept creeping up on you and Arat must have began to get some sort of feeling as well as you both slowed your pace.
You looked over to the woods to hear cracking nosies, like dry branches being stepped on.

You looked back to Arat and she gave you a nod as she pulled out a gun and you pulled yours out too.

You slowly walked to the source of the sound.
Your hands outstretched, ready to shoot.
The woods were dense and it was hard to see exactly where the source of the sound was coming from, but it got louder and just as you were about to go in deeper a horde of walkers came up.

You both backed up quickly.

“Shit. We need to take them out quietly.” Arat said in panic as she put away the gun and took a knife out.

“You can’t fucking kill them all with a knife.” You said urgently.

“I can atleast try.” She said in a determined voice.

She ran up to one of them, stabbing it in the skull and it fell to the ground with a loud THUD.

You kept your gun out and and held it up firmly, aiming at the heads of the corpses advancing towards you.
Arat stabbed another two, but there was no way she could do it all herself, that was made clear when one of them suddenly caught her by the side, trying to drag her to the ground.

“Arat!” You screamed, running towards her.

She yelped in fear as she tried stabbing at it and during a moment of struggle, she finally making contact with the knife as it collapsed ontop of her, pinning her to the ground.

You couldn’t wait, so you began shooting at the walkers immediately, hitting some of them perfectly and missing others.

Suddenly there was a barrage of gunshots that wasn’t yours or hers, hitting the corpses making them fall like dominoes one after the other.

“Jesus.” You growled to yourself as you dropped to the ground where she was, pushing the dead one off of her, and grabbing ahold of her shoulder and you both receded to cover behind an abandoned vehicle.

The shots went on for a few more seconds as all of the walkers now laid on the ground unmoving.
You both breathed heavily and looked around, trying to find the source of the shots.

“What the fuck was that?” She said in a low, but fierce tone.

You shook your head frantically, “I don’t know. No fucking clue..” You trailed off as you peeked over the abandoned car you had sought safety behind.

You both sat there for a minute more, not wanting to move out of fear of being shot.
But you both began to crawl out and as you did you were met at gunpoint by atleast 20 or so men.

“Ladies.” One of the men said, holding a machine gun to your head.

He had short, dirty blonde hair and a beard.

You both dropped your heads and knew that this was the worst possible position to be in right now.
The crowd of men parted and you looked up to see another man approaching.

It wasn’t until he was in front of you that you recognized that it was Randy.

“Shit, never thought I’d see you two again.” He said as he smiled at both of you.

You dropped your head again and let out a sigh, trying your best to creep your hand up to your gun.

Afyer seconds of a quick debate within yourself, you tried to go for it, but before you could even get it out of the holster your arms were taken and you were being subdued by Randy’s men.
They slammed you up against the car holding you back and they got Arat too, taking her weapons.

Randy came up to you as he handed his gun over to one of the other men, “I was hoping I’d see you though. Are you still mad about what happened?”

“Fuck you.” You growled, narrowing your eyes at him.

He nodded, “Apparently so. I should probably be the one that should be pissed though. You did kill my girlfriend.”

“You fucking attacked me. Both of you did. You should have stayed around, you could be with her now.”

“Now why would I do that? How would I take over Negan’s place every if I was dead?” He said with a sinister smile spreading across his face.

“You’re not taking over.” You growled back.

“I will when he’s dead.” He laughed.

That made you snap and as quickly as he had said it, you spat in his face, licking your lips, smiling after you did.

Randy’s face changed as he wiped it, then looked back to you, “You goddamn bitch.”

He grabbed you by your shirt collar and threw you to the ground, giving you a swift kick, but it didn’t phase you, you tried your best to fight him back.

“She’s a fucking crazy one fellas. I think I’ll keep her for a while. Load her up, she’ll come with us.” He said calmly, as he rolled his shoulders.

“No!” Arat bellowed as she tried to fight her way out of the arms of the other men.

“What about this one?” Another man called out as he smiled, holding Arat back.

Randy took his gun back and without warning, let out a shot and it hit
Arat. She let out a pained grunt as she slid to the ground.

She had gotten hit somewhere in the chest.

You tried lunging out at Randy, cursing and crying as you did, trying to get ahold of him, you wanted to kill him more than ever.

“You motherfucker!” You yelled out as the rage coursed through you violently.

The men pulled you up before you could accomplish anything though, and no matter how much you fought, they were stronger than you.
All you could do is look back to Arat’s body as you were being drug away, with no idea where you were going to be taken, or if you were going to come back out alive.

Next thing you knew, you were handcuffed and thrown into the back of a van, you jerked your hands violently against the metal cuffs, tying your best to slip out of them.
You felt the dig in your skin as they began to cut into your flesh from pulling so hard, one of the men noticed and pushed you back into the side of the van wall, keeping an eye on you.

“The more you fight the worse it’s gonna be on you, bitch.” He growled as he pulled out a cigarette to light it.

You leaned back against the wall, knowing that there was nothing else you could do at that moment, you had to sit there as you were being taken away to who knows where.

You were stuck here with these fucking people and right now, you just wanted to be with Negan, atleast that way you’d be safe.
You should have never left that morning.

And with the way it was looking now, you weren’t going to see him again, and you might not even make it out alive if Randy decided to kill you.
There was no way you could defend yourself against his small army.

After a while, everything finally came to a stop as the man who was sitting in the back of the van finally opened up the back doors and hopped out, only to reach back in to drag you out of the truck, not even giving you a chance to get to your feet and with your hands cuffed you fell to the ground outside as he yanked you out.

“C'mon, keep the fuck up!” He said in a smart tone.

“You know that I fucking cant.” You growled back as you tried to get to your feet.

He grabbed you by the face suddenly and you tried pulling back, he looked you in the eye and you kept trying to pull back.
It reminded you too much of the way Negan would grab you when you caught an attitude and it was only okay when Negan didn’t it.

“Get your hands off me.” You growled.

“You got quite a damn mouth on you. I could think of a couple ways to fix it.” He said digging his hands into your cheeks.

You tried pulling back even harder from him.

Before anything else could happen, Randy appeared from around the van, he gave a loud whistle and the man immediately dropped your face from his grip.

“That’s enough, Mark.” Randy said, eyeing him intensely.

You glared back at Randy.

“But she’s being a bitch.” The man name Mark protested.

“So? Most females are.” Randy said, putting his hand on Mark’s shoulder to shoo him away from you.

He rolled his eyes and walked away before disappearing with everyone else.
Randy grabbed ahold of your cuffs and started to lead you to a small building.

It looked like you were at an old warehouse, it wasn’t very big, so that made you think maybe he didn’t have that many people behind him, which was good if it was the truth.

There was silence as he led you into a small shed like building next to the warehouse.

It was dark and had no windows.

He flipped a switched to turn on the lights inside.
There were bare stone walls on the inside and tile on the floor, he pushed you inside as he closed the door behind him, and leaned back against it.

You took in a breathe, “When are you gonna kill me?”

He snorted and shook his head, “Not right now, that’s for sure. What’s the point in outright killing you without making you suffer a little?”

You clenched your jaw and dropped your head, “How long have you been planning it?”

“Well, kidnapping you wasn’t the fucking plan, that’s for sure. I just wanted to outright attack the sanctuary, but I needed manpower for that.”

“Alexandria.” You said calmly.

“Yep. But I ended up just trading some guns with this weird fucker that was there. But how do you know about it?”

“Because I know.” You said plainly.

“And how the fuck do you know?”

You gave him an evil smile, “Because Negan and I killed off your old group. Vernon is the only one left and he’s suffering too, we kept him alive.”

“Too bad, but it really doesn’t make a difference now. I have you and once your ‘husband’ starts looking for you, I’ll have something to threaten him with: you.” He smiled, squinting his eyes to you.

“And what the fuck makes you think Negan would go for that?” You growled, balling your fists up in the cuffs.

Randy prowled over to you slowly, you back yourself into the wall as he got closer.

He put his face down next to yours and you turned away.

“Because (Y/N), you know Negan can’t stand to see someone else having playtime with one of his bitches.” He said moving a strand of hair from your face.

You snapped and head butted him as hard as you could, making him stumble back as he held onto his head, but caught himself before he fell.

“I’m getting real fucking tired of you, you fucking cunt!” He shouted venomously as he grabbed you by the throat and slammed you down into the ground.

You kicked at him as hard as you could, but we’re restricted greatly since you hands were still unusable.

He held onto your throat and squeezed.

“Stop, or I swear to God I’ll choke the fucking life out of you right here, right now.” He said, gritting his teeth as he pressed harder into your throat.

It reminded you of the first time he had tried to kill you with Amber, he had nearly choked you to death then, and with great protest, you decided to calm yourself and stop fighting back.

You laid there and panted as you looked up at him dangerously, wanting so desperately to be free and get your hands around his throat, wanting to choke him until you saw the light leave his eyes.

He brushed his hair back angrily as he stood up, his face was dripping sweat at the struggle you were putting up.

“Maybe you need some solitary. I was gonna be nice and take the cuffs off, but you can keep them on now.. Fucking bitch.” He said in a sharp tone as he opened the door to the outside and slammed it hard as he left.

You could hear him lock it from the outside as you slide yourself up against the wall and curled into the fetal postion.

Tears were trying to well up in your eyes and as much as you wanted to cry, you didnt.
You knew that now more than ever you had to stay strong if you were going to survive this.
Arat said there was no room for emotions and she was right.
You had to put all of that behind now and focus on surviving and how you could possibly get the hell out of here, or either die trying.

Either way, you weren’t going to give up, you weren’t going to let Randy win.
And no matter what Negan had done or said, you were still loyal to him and you knew you’d die before you let Randy have a shot at him.

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Wonwoo Scenario - Beautiful Morning 

Genre: Romance (warning smut)

He sat at the window sill, dressed in dark navy blue pants, a white polo shirt and a loosely tied navy blue tie to match. The sun, beaming through the large white framed window, highlighted his flawless physical features; his soft dark brown hair fittingly styled, perfectly shaped eyes and nose, thick pink lips,  and his well proportioned body, not too big nor too small. With his unchanging serious expression as he read through the book, perfectly resting on top of his right thigh, his icy gaze suddenly turned towards you….

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Summary: Raphael is in danger and the Reader saves him after which Raphael becomes angry at her. Confused, the Reader manages to find out that the reason why he was angry was because he was afraid to lose her. (Requested)
Fandom: Shadowhunters
Pairing: Reader x Raphael Santiago
Word Count: 1288


“God, I hate graveyards.” You whispered to Raphael as the two of you made your way towards the center of the graveyard. Apparently, Camille hadn’t accepted the fact that she wasn’t the leader of the vampires anymore and had assemble a small, but still an army against Raphael and his clan. For a Shadowhunter and a vampire the two of you got along extremely well, and you would be lying if you’d say that you didn’t felt an attraction towards him. Unfortunately, this wasn’t meant to be - you were supposed to kill vampires, not kiss them.

After hearing of Camille’s plan, Raphael came to you, asking for your help. Alec and Jace immediately forbid you to help him, but as a rebel that you were of course you didn’t listen to them. Besides, this was Raphael that you were talking about. A vampire who almost never came to anyone for help, and that meant that things were quite complicated. After all, a war between vampires was the last thing you all needed.

“I find them to be quite relaxing.” He answered back to you as you rolled your eyes. He had accepted the fact that he was a vampire, and even joked about it along with you who liked to tease him quite a lot.

“I wonder why.” You remarked, a smirk on your face. This time it was Raphael’s turn to roll his eyes. The two of you suddenly stopped, looking around your surroundings. For sure there was something lurking in the shadows, ready to attack the two of you at any second now. They didn’t waste any time as they jumped at the two of you.

You were quite busy fighting back two vampires, and because of that you hadn’t even managed to look over to Raphael to check whether he was okay or not. More vampires came as it became a lot harder to fight them. Suddenly, an arrow hit one of the vampires as it exploded into ash. You smiled, seeing Alec holding up his bow as Jace and Clary came to your aid.

Finally finding time to check Raphael’s status, you saw him with four vampires circling around him. They didn’t attack him; in fact it looked like they were waiting for him to attack them first which he didn’t. When you saw another vampire behind him you throw your knife into his heart as you jumped at the other four vampires. All hell broke loose as you tried to fight the two vampires who came at you with full force. You managed to kill the two of them before you killed the final vampire standing.

You looked around as Alec along with Jace and Clary came towards you. You were sure that they would start lecturing you. You were quite surprised to hear that Raphael was in fact the first person to yell at you.

“What were you thinking, Y/N?” He yelled as he came closer to you, his face expressing anger, a look on his face you hadn’t seen before. You were quite surprised, not really understanding the problem here.

“What?” You asked, raising your eyebrow. The trio around you said nothing as they observed you and Raphael.

“You could have been killed!” He yelled, frustrated because of the fact that you didn’t understand what the problem was. Honestly, you were more than confused. You were a Shadowhunter; it wasn’t exactly a safe job.

“I could be killed every day, I’m a Shadowhunter.” You remarked as Raphael let out a sigh before using his extra fast speed to flee the scene. You shook your head as you turned your attention towards your fellow Shadowhunters.

“I can’t believe how blind you are, Y/N.” Jace said as you rolled your eyes at him.

“What are you talking about?” You asked. As a response Jace and Clary shared a glance before letting out a small chuckle. Alec looked at the two of them, seeming to be just as confused as you were.

“You really don’t understand, do you?” Clary asked as you shook your head in response.

“He likes you. That’s why he was so worried about you.” Jace exclaimed. You looked at him before bursting out laughing, but stopped, seeing that he was indeed serious about the claim he had just made.

“You’re serious.” You remarked, making him nod his head. He along with Clary turned around to leave the graveyard while you stood still. There was no way Raphael Santiago, the leader of vampires, had feelings for you. Was there?


You hadn’t seen Raphael for a week now, and honestly, it was driving you quite crazy. Jace’s words hadn’t left your head as you thought about them day after day. After much inner debate you finally decided to pay him a visit and ask him straight whether he had feelings for you or not.

You walked over to the vampire lair, stopping in front of the main door. You raised your hand, ready to knock before lowering it again as you turned around, ready to leave. The door opened, revealing Raphael who observed you with a smirk on his face. You stared at him, your eyes looking deeply into his before he spoke up.

“Do what do I owe this honor?”


He led you inside, telling you to follow him into the main room. The two of you walked inside, you behind him. He dropped onto the couch, observing you closely as you stood there awkwardly. Without thinking you bursted out the question you desperately wanted an answer to.

“Do you like me?” You bursted out as you waited for his reaction. For a second you thought that he would start laughting, but he didn’t as he sat there silently, his face looking completely emotionless. Or maybe it was just hard for you to read his expressions.

“You’re a great person.” He answered as you let out a low chuckle.

“That’s not what I meant.” You remarked. Raphael let out a sigh before standing up and taking a step closer to you.

“Why are you asking me this?” He questioned, his eyebrow raised. Now it was your time to sigh as your eyes travelled around the place. Now you going to his place seemed like an extremely bad idea. You mentally cursed Jace for putting this idea into your head. You were definately going to give him a piece of your mind when you go back to the Institute.

“Jace thought that you were so angry because you liked me. As in romantically liked me.” You lowered your voice with every passing word before your eyes landed on him. He took a step closer to you as you stood still, not sure what to do.

“He’s right.” He quietly said, looking at you, waiting for your reaction. Now that you had heard him say it you weren’t sure what to do with that information. Sure, you also liked him, but a Shadowhunter and a vampire? If someone were to find out that you liked a vampire, you would be cast out of the Institute. As you stood there Isabelle’s words came to your mind: ‘Love conquers all’. You weren’t sure whether you loved him or not, but there were definately some strong feelings involved.

Suddenly, your lips crashed into his. It felt like the world around you stopped existing. When you pulled away he had a smile on his face as he slowly opened his eyes.

“I guess that means you like me too?” He asked jokingly. You nodded, a wide grin plastered onto your face.

“You’re damn right I do.” And that was the moment you knew that you had made the right decision.

Love conquers all.

Imagine Chris being terrified of your older brother, Tom Hiddleston.

A/N: Here’s that request of yours @shadowprincess0218, I managed to fit it in between other pieces I have to finish. Um- I don’t know about this one 😅 I’m tired so it might be a little trashy. But it’s done! Now- oh, right, back to my keyboard for the other three. 🙃 I need coffee.

“Stop,” you laughed, slapping Chris’ hands away as he playfully yanked at your hair. “You’re going to mess it up.” You told him but he ignored you with a cheeky smile on his face. “Chris, stop.” You giggled, slapping his hands away again.

“I’m just trying to make it look better, I’m really good at doing hair.” He licked the tip of his fingers and reached for your hair but you moved back before his fingers made contact. “C'mere,” he teased, trying not to laugh at the look of horror on your face. “C'mere, Y/N.”

“No!” You laughed as you made a run for it; as per usual, you were too slow for Captain America. “No, Chris!” You shrieked with laughter when he grabbed you from behind, lifting you off the ground. “Oh God, Chris!” You yelped and he spun you in a circle, laughing as hard as you were. “Put me down!” You started to choke on your laughter.

Your older brother watched the two of you fool around on the set while you were all waiting for the cameras to roll. The shenanigans seem to have only gotten worst now that the two of you were actually dating and not just friends- who clearly had a lot of chemistry- anymore. You met Chris a while back, when you were visiting your brother on the set of The Avengers, and immediately hit it off with him. You became really good friends, then co-stars in a few different movies- this one being your first MCU movie- and now you were a couple. It took Chris awhile before he finally made a move on you because you were after all his friend’s baby sister; you were only twenty-three whereas Chris was your brother’s age. He didn’t want to cross any lines but he couldn’t keep lying to himself anymore; he liked you and he wanted to be with you.

“Is that weird for you?” Robert asked Tom when he saw him watching the two of you. Tom turned to him and shook his head with a nonchalant look. “You don’t feel the urge to go over there and tell him how things are? Be an overprotective brother?”

“Not really, no.” Tom shook his head. “I mean- she’s my baby sister, yeah, but she’s not a baby. She’s more than capable of taking care of herself and- it’s not like Chris is a bad guy. I actually,” he turned back to the two of you, and Robert followed suit, “really like them together.”

“You also like messing with him,” Robert commented with smirk and Tom chuckled, nodding. “Yeah, I’ve noticed. It is quite funny seeing how scared he is of you. Does Chris know you don’t care that they’re together?” He asked.

“I’m sure Y/N has told him, but I don’t think he believes her. You can tell because he avoids me,” Tom said and Robert nodded. “Ready, watch.” A small smirk formed on your brother’s lips as he walked over, leaving a chuckling Robert behind to observe.

“Chris, put me down!” You demanded, giggling. Chris ignored you, of course, and continued spinning you around. “Chris!” You laughed; your stomach starting to ache from it. “You’re messing me up, I’m not going to be camera ready! Put me down!”

“You should probably do as she’s asked,” your brother’s voice approached and Chris’ laughter subsided pretty much immediately. You saw your brother strode onto the set, pressing your lips together as you tried not to laugh while Chris did as your brother said. You didn’t know why but your boyfriend- the ever-so-mighty Captain America- was afraid of your sweet, gentle brother, Tom Hiddleston who couldn’t hurt a fly.

“I’m um- I’m going to go check in with Anthony and Joe,” Chris began to come up with an excuse to leave; like he always did around Tom after dawning the title of your boyfriend. “See what scene they want me to film next so um- I’ll see you guys in a bit.”

You nodded, trying not to laugh as you shared a cheeky smile with your brother. You felt bad for Chris but you also found him ridiculously hilarious, as did Robert- who was losing it at a distance- and the rest of the cast. Basically everyone on set knew how Chris was around your brother; uncomfortable and awkward.

Of course Tom didn’t actually mind the two of you together, in fact- he wanted you with Chris. He thought the two of you would make a wonderful couple despite the age difference and you did. You’d told Chris before that everyone was okay with you were dating him, especially your brother; that fact was acknowledged but it didn’t stop him from acting weird around your brother. It worked in yours and Tom’s favor actually; Chris was very fun to mess with.

“You know it’s obvious you’re avoiding me, right?” Tom blocked Chris’ path and Chris took a step back, swallowing. “So you start dating my sister and suddenly I’m not good enough for you? She’s the better Hiddleston to hang out with?”

“That’s not-”

“It’s because she doesn’t have a British accent, right?” He quizzed and you stifled your chuckle at how ridiculous he was being just to mess with Chris; he was so easy that a reason as stupid as that worked. “If I spoke in an American accent, you’ll be more inclined to be in the same room as me?” You rolled your eyes at how British you brother was; you’d spent half your life in America so you didn’t speak with the accent, or with words and structure fit for the Queen.

“I don’t…” Chris trailed off, unable to find a way to respond. “Um-” he glanced over at you for help and you all cracked, bursting into loud laughter. “What’s happening?” Your boyfriend mumbled to himself, looking as lost and as confused as a baby duck.

“He’s just messing with you, Cap.” You giggled, sliding your hand in Chris’ as you joined his side. “He’s always just messing with you.” You shook your head at your brother who was now smiling. “He doesn’t care that we’re together. I’ve told you that a thousand times, so stop being such an easy target.”

“You’re not actually-” Chris glanced from Tom to you and back to Tom. “Oh my God,” he let out the breath he was holding in. “I was like ‘what the fuck is he talking about?’ Honestly, man. You are ridiculously scary when you want to be.”

“You think my brother is scary?” You burst out laughing and Tom did too. “Please,” you pulled away from Chris to throw an arm around your brother. “Tommy is the least scary person in this room. He couldn’t hurt a fly,” you said then looked up at your brother, smiling.

“Perhaps not a fly.” Tom agreed with a nod then continued in his most threatening tone- which definitely contradicted your previous statement because Chris was right, he could be scary when he wanted to be. “But I will hurt you if you hurt Giggles.” Giggles was your nickname growing up because- well, that was self-explanatory. “And I am not messing with you, that is a promise.”

“You are the only man I know who can say the word ‘giggles’ and still sound scary.” Chris said after a while and you giggled whereas Tom remained his threatening composure until he heard what he wanted from Chris; a promise not to hurt you. “I won’t hurt her,” he nodded. “Ever,” he added when he turned to look at you, smiling when you smiled.

“Good,” Tom relaxed his demeanor and smiled. “Now that you know where I stand, Chris, you can stop trying to avoid me.” Chris chuckled softly at that as you rejoined his side. “The crew’s starting to complain about how Captain America disappears the second Loki steps into the room,” he teased as he walked off.

“You knew he was messing with me and you didn’t tell me?” Chris tried not to smile as he turned to you; you pressed your lips together. “You Hiddlestons are the absolute worst,” he shook his head, chuckling. “I’m a little afraid to meet your parents now,” he said as you wrapped your arms around his neck; his hands placed on your waist. “God knows what they’ll do to me.”

“They’ll love you as much as I do,” you promised and he smiled. “And I love you a lot, Captain.”

“And I love you too, Giggles.”

New Hotch Fanfic! Enjoy, lovelies! Reblog, love, share, comment. Whatever! I’m on Wattpad! dreamer9511❤️

And, this picture, again, because he’s hot. *Intimidation*

Reid and Emily had been taken hostage by a cult that they had gone to investigate after receiving a call from a fifteen year old girl about an older man having inappropriate relations with underage girls. We had set up a tent right outside of the gates, far enough out that we wouldn’t get hurt. This was getting out of hand, and we were losing leverage against them. They had already found out that one of them was an FBI agent, and Emily took the heat of it by telling them it was just her. They were in the middle of beating her for lying to them when Derek threw his headphones down and walked off.

I went to catch up with him. “Hey, she’s strong. She’ll get through this, okay?” I put my hand on his arm, and he jerked away. “How can you tell me that she’s gonna be okay, huh? How do you know that!” His response made me take a step back. I knew he was worried, but it still made tears prick at my eyes. I quickly blinked them away and turned my head from him. “Baby girl….I’m sorry…” he said, coming over and wrapping me in a hug. “It’s fine, Derek…really,” I told him, burying my head in his shoulder. I was glad to have him around, he was like an older, very protective, brother. “Derek. You’re squishing me,” I said, pulling back. He chuckled and let go of me. I turned to look at him, “We’ll get them back. We’ll get through this, okay?” He smiled and walked back to Hotch and Rossi.

Just then, the state Attorney General pulled up and I inwardly sighed. This can’t be good. He stalked over to where I was standing. “What in the hell is going on here?” He demanded, practically yelling in my face. “We received a call, and we’re taking care of it,” I said, calmly. I hated this kind of confrontation, it just about brought on an anxiety attack. Thankfully, I had never actually had one, but I had been on the verge a few times. “I can see that.” He yelled, walking over to where the equipment was set up. If he decided to mess with anything or make any rash decisions, we’d all be in for mess. “Sir, you can’t go over there, this is a federal investigation, and I’m under strict orders from my unit chief,” I said, practically bounding after him. “I don’t give a damn about your orders, little girl. Who the hell do you think you are?” He growled, backing me relentlessly into the corner of the tent. “I’m the Attorney General of this state, and I demand to know why I wasn’t told the FBI was bringing undercover agents into my jurisdiction!”

I really wanted to slap the dude now, but I probably looked like I was about to cry. See, one thing I hated about myself was that when I got really pissed off, I cried. Don’t ask me why. Now, I was silently praying that the tears that were threatening to surface would hold off for a while longer. Not only was I below this man in position, but I was also a woman. I continuously had to prove myself in situations like this. I also despise getting yelled at. I don’t care if you are angry with me, if you are pointing out my faults, reprimanding me, whatever, just do not yell at me. I heard a voice come from behind the General. “The only thing that you’re in a position to command is a lawyer.” I averted my eyes from the General to see Hotch coming to my rescue. “Who the hell are you?” the General questioned.

Oh dear Lord, here we go. He just questioned Hotch. “I’m Aaron Hotchner, Unit Chief. I’m the guy who’s gonna tell the Attorney General of the United States whether to charge you with obstructing a federal investigation or negligent homicide.” Oh. Well, then. He wasn’t even talking to me, and I felt my knees go weak, for more reasons than one. “And,” Hotch continued, “don’t you ever talk to my agent like that again, much less a lady. She is one of the best agents we have, and you are in no position to talk to her like that, do I make myself clear?” My heart melted. He had come to my rescue. “You can’t talk to me like that,” he countered. This guy just wasn’t getting the picture. Clearly, he had no idea who he was dealing with. Hotch got in his face, staring him down. “Get off my crime scene,” Hotch growled.

The scene that played out in front of me was nothing compared to the look Hotch was giving this guy. I almost felt bad for him, but, then again, he did yell at me, and called me ‘little girl’. The guy backed down after figuring out that Hotch wasn’t going to. He went and got into his car and drove off. Hotch came over to me, where I was still planted firmly into the ground. “Are you okay?” Hotch asked, putting his hand on my upper arm. I was zoned out, but broke from my reverie at his touch. “Yeah…I’m fine, Hotch.” My voice waivered, telling him otherwise. He raised an eyebrow at me. “Really, Hotch. I’m fine. I just-” “Don’t like getting yelled at,” he finished for me, “I know.”

I gave him a look of confusion. “How’d ya know?” I asked, not really thinking that he’d answer, and not particularly needing an answer, either. “Your body language,” he started, “When he raised his voice, your breathing increased, and you took small steps back. When he didn’t relent, you stared him straight in the face, hoping he would. Though you didn’t directly show it, you wanted to cry, but you didn’t want him to think of you as weak,” he stated, like it was the most boring conversation in the world. I blinked a couple of times. “Do you?” I asked quietly, looking at the ground. “Do I what?” He asked, stepping closer to me. “Think I’m weak…” I said, my voice trailing off, and I chanced glancing up at him. “Of course not. Why would I? You prove yourself every day on this team, and not once have you let us down. I have no reason to think you’re weak. You cry when you’re mad. Some people do. It’s just a natural reflex. I know you can handle yourself, I just don’t like people talking to you like that.” His voice was low and soft, as if he was afraid talking too loudly would break me. I smiled up at him, softly. “Thanks, Hotch,” I said, putting my hand on his arm. “Of course,” he said, and gave me one of his rare small smiles, as he walked back to Rossi. I took in a deep breath.

Now, it was time to help save Reid and Emily.

[ vampire jun pt. 1 ]

im thinking about starting a vampire jun series BEFAUSE I AM STILL NOT OVER IT so this is like experimental to see if I like where it’s going. ENJOYY:)

↬ pt. 2, pt. 3, pt. 4, pt.5, pt.6, pt.7 ↫


The city of rain.

It’s exactly how it sounds, tall skyscrapers peaking high over dull ash coloured roads with gloomy storm clouds covering the sky like a blanket. The city rarely saw the sun, it was rarely able to feel it’s warmth bathe across the grass or paint shadows on the sides of houses. But one thing the city knew well was rain. Tiny droplets of liquid that drizzled from the clouds, splashing against printed car windows and bouncing off the streets.

Everyone carried an umbrella with them in the city of rain. Everyone but you, who was rushing to work in the rainy weather of early morning. Tiny yelps of sorry’s and excuse me’s left your lips though you hardly meant them as you weaved through crowds of people to get to your destination. After entering the building you gave your head a shake feeling tiny specs of water fly from your hair.

“How many times do you need to get soaked before you bring an umbrella?” Your eyes skipped upwards to meet the friendly face in front of you. A young man with sparkly eyes and neatly combed hair. In his hand was a cup of tea which he handed to you with a smile. “I guess I’ll never learn Joshua.” Your job wasn’t very exciting, at least in your opinion. Every time something major struck out in the city your boss sent you to the scene with a notepad and pen to collect information.

Then you came back and typed up a report for him to publish. That was it. That’s all you did. The only things that ever happened in your rainy city were convenience store robberies and murders. Most of the time you could hardly get any information so you had to expand the truth a little in your reports. Taking a sip of the tea you enjoyed the warmth it installed in your cold body as you followed Joshua into the office of your boss.

“Welcome, welcome, my two greatest reporters on the team!” You quickly exchanged an uneasy glance with Joshua while your boss used his chubby fingers to grab another cigarette to light. “Sometimes I think you two are the only reliable people I have working for me so today I’m sending you off on something big. I want you to go down to Churchill Cemetery and check things out. A few bodies have turned up missing from their graves along with other strange occurrences.”

Churchill Cemetery was usually a very quiet place, not many people ever visited the graves to even pay their respects. Right next to the cemetery’s edge was a forest filled with nothing but tall prickly pine trees and twisting roots jutting out of the ground. You couldn’t say you were shocked to hear that bodies had been disappearing though. “Okay, we’ll check it out.” Joshua turned to you with a nod as your boss puffed out a cloud of grey smoke. “Sounds good to me.”


At the cemetery gate you met with an old man named Albert. His pale wrinkled skin hardly seemed to cling to his face while his eyes were a dull greyish colour. His faded overalls were caked with mud as a shovel hung loosely in his grip. He looked after the Churchill Cemetery, cutting the grass and plucking the weeds that grew around the grave stones. “Is it okay if we examine a few things?” Joshua asked as he pulled out a notepad. Albert responded with a nod of his head.

“These are the graves that have been dug up.” Albert beckoned to the two head stones beside each other, clumps of dirt now turned to muck tossed up and scattered all over the grass. “They belonged to two sisters who died in a car crash just over two weeks ago. Mary and Kate Stewart.” Your pen scribbled across the expanse of the notepad along with Joshua as you drew a quick sketch of the scene.

The crime in the city was horridly high, different deaths every week or new criminals emerging from the shadows. The police were very useless, doing almost nothing against it and leaving the citizens to protect themselves. It was saddening but there was nothing you could do. “Is it okay if we look for a little while longer?” Albert welcomed you to look for as long as you like so you did, collecting information and the tiniest details alongside Joshua.

“Wanna know something?” The young man randomly said while he squatted down to run his fingertip through the dirt. With a nonchalant shrug of your shoulders you flipped the page of your notepad. “Why not?”

“This city is dubbed as the city of rain but it’s also dubbed as Urbem Lamia which means city of vampires in Latin.” (omfg I’m so smart right?)

You gave your eyes a roll at Joshua’s words. He always babbles about these random things that never make any sense so you usually dismiss them. “They say this city is a main attraction for vampires because there’s hardly any sunlight and with all the deserted parts of the city it makes the perfect place for them to hide. Also haven’t you noticed that most of the graveyards are close to forests? Easy access to bodies for their thirsty little fangs.”

“Wouldn’t they prefer fresh blood?”

“Whatever blood they can get their hands on.”

Tossing away Joshua’s little fantasy you began to close up the examination session. Flashing your wrist in front of your gaze you check the time. It’s 11 o'clock and you got here around 9 or so. About 2 solid hours of searching and pointless information that wouldn’t lead anywhere but a news article fluttering along in the breeze, long forgotten. You adjust the straps of your rain jacket as Joshua pulls out an umbrella seeing as thunder could be heard in the distance.

“We should say goodbye to Albert.” Though you didn’t know the little old man very well it was at least kind to announce your leave and thank him for letting you stay awhile. Your dirty rain boots sloshed through pools of muck and slick grass as you huddle close to Joshua under the umbrella. However it seemed as though Albert had disappeared, his faded yellow overalls and ripped fishing hat nowhere to be seen.

That it until Joshua caught him staring into the line of pine trees that marked the forests edge. The amount of grave stones began to lessen until only a few dotted here and there, Alberts shovel propped up against one of them. He didn’t seem to detect your approach, in fact his body seemed still as stone. Exchanging a glance with your partner you slowly break away from him and stand next to Albert.

You followed his strained gaze into the forest, slowly pivoting your head with your lips pressed together. For some reason you could feel the thump of your heart beating inside your chest like you were about to experience the jump scare of a life time. But instead you see nothing, absolutely nothing but the branches of pine trees bobbing in the rough breeze. Just as you reach out to place your hand on Alberts shoulder Joshua is beside you his eyes wide as he squints into the woods.

“Did you just see that?”

“See what?”

“That glint just then, behind that tree trunk. It was like a tiny flash of light.”

Suddenly Albert snapped to his senses like he had just woke up from a coma. He quickly stares between you and Joshua before taking a few steps back and reaching out for his shovel. “You are finished with the examination?” He questions like nothing had happened. Instead you ignore his question asking one of your own. “Why were you staring into the trees?” Joshua is by your side again, pulling the umbrella over your head as a few drops of rain splash on your skin.

“Just looking at a squirrel that’s all. If your work here is done then I should be going back to the shed. Have a nice day.” Just like that, Albert scuttles away weaving his path through the gravestones like he’d been here his whole life. Shrugging your shoulders you tug Joshua away from the tree line and out to the road but not before spearing one glance back into the row of pine trees. And at that moment your heart stops for you swear you saw a face between the trunks.


Finally you finish writing the report. Scooting backwards in your office chair you approach the printer and watch in satisfaction as clean crisp pages of papers slip out. Gathering them up you hurry towards the office of your boss. Giving a few hard knocks you wait until his raspy voice is heard from the other side. The moment you enter the stench of cigarette smoke hits your nose and fills your lungs. You almost drop your report as you cough into the side of your elbow.

“I thought you were trying to quit smoking.” You huff, your voice strained against the poisonous air. Your boss burns out the end of his smoke, tossing it carelessly in the trash before shooting you an apologetic glance. “It’s not easy you know.” Setting the papers down on his desk you push them in his direction noticing the empty pack of cigarettes next to the stapler. His eyes brighten at the sight as he quickly reaches into his desk and pulls out a wad of cash.

“You are absolutely brilliant! I can always count on you to go above my expectations. For all your hard work, here’s a tiny reward.” Your eyes widen as your boss slips off the elastic around the money and pushes off some of the cash. “Where did you get all that?” You exclaim in shock always thinking your boss blew his money on all the cigarette packs laying around his office. “I know some people. It’s 150 dollars, spend it wisely.” As much as you wanted to seem humble and selfless you were quite the opposite.

Money was tight and you could hardly afford your apartment. You would take what you could get. Swiping the cash off the table you give your boss an appreciative nod and thank him for his generosity. On the way out of his office something catches your eye in the corner of his shelf. A photo of a crowd of people standing in front of a building. You had passed his shelf many times, not caring about his baseball trophies or little antiques that had stories worth a thousand words. But this photo was new and it captured your curiosity.

“New photo?” You ask as your boss rises from his chair and walks beside you. With his arms folded behind his back he releases a long sigh. “It’s a photo of the day this business was opened. Almost 40 years ago. That building is the one you’re currently standing in.” Carefully you reach for the frame looking at your boss for permission before taking a closer look. You notice your boss with his arm around a young mans shoulder, a proud smile on his face. Also one thing you noticed was their shadows. It was sunny the day the photo was taken.

“Who’s this?” You point to the young man as your boss takes the photo into his own chubby fingers. He examines it closely before smacking his lips. “Of course! This is Albert, Albert Stewart.” You almost choke on your spit in surprise, not expecting to hear that name. “Is that the Albert that works at the Churchill Cemetery?” The same proud smile from the photo appears on his face, creases gathering by the sides of his eyes. “It sure is.”

“But the two girls who disappeared from the cemetery Joshua and I examined the other day, their last names were Stewart.” You squeezed your fists while probing your mind for a conclusion. “Is he their father?” Your boss was no longer at your side, instead he was opening another pack of cigarettes. “Albert never had any kids, they could be his brothers perhaps.” Your mind began to ache at all the possibilities.

You realized it was better to dismiss the situation seeing more than half the mysteries is this city were never solved anyways. Taking one last glance at the photo and then at the cash stuffed in your pocket you announce your leave. “Urbem Lamia.” Your fingers pause as they wrap around the doorknob, your face turning hollow. “What?”

“It’s just something Albert would say whenever it was sunny. He would go I guess we’re aren’t the Ubrem Lamia today. Never knew what it meant, never asked. He was always a strange fellow.”

“Indeed.” You reply quickly before rushing out the door. After snatching your jacket off the hook you begin to walk home, focusing on the watery sidewalks with the streetlights reflected in them. Cars sped by along the streets, a cool spray of water following in their path as it dampened your skin. However an uneasy feeling had settled inside your gut and it followed you all the way home.


The sun will come out tomorrow,
Bet your bottom dollar that tomorrow there’ll be sun,
Just thinkin’ about tomorrow,
Clears away the cobwebs and the sorrow,
When I’m stuck with a day that’s grey and lonely,
I just stick my chin up with a grin and say,
The sun will come out tomorrow.

What a depressing day to be replaying the song from Annie, it’s lyrics stuck clearly in your head until you sang it without even thinking about it. You leaned back in your chair inside the small café, a swirl of steam brewing up from your coffee. The sky was dark and gloomy like usual with the expressionless faces of the cities people strutting by. You poked at your late breakfast with your fingers until you peeled away the muffins wrapper and tossed it on the plate taking a big bite and hardly chewing before your swallowed.

“Careful or you might choke.” Your eyes met with Joshua’s sparkly ones as he entered the café with some coins in his palm. Taking a swig from your coffee you give him a scrunched up face as a reply in which he laughs with his little eye smile. Joshua also purchases a late breakfast, sitting down across from you with his jacket sliding down his arms. Taking a bite from his bagel he gazes out the window, the people reflected in his glossy eyes.

“I didn’t sleep well last night.” You tell him while fiddling with your fingers. “Did you know Albert from the cemetery use to work for our boss when he first started his business?” Joshua cocked an eyebrow as he devoured his bagel obviously hungry. After wiping his mouth with the napkin he shook his head. “I didn’t know, how did you figure it out?”

“Just a conversation with him when I stopped by his office last night. Who knows what else he’s hiding.” A soft chuckle escapes Joshua’s lip as he leans back in his chair. “Yeah I’m sure he’s hiding a lot.” You give Joshua an eye roll for his sarcastic tone while finishing your coffee, enjoying the last of its flavour before it’s gone. “You know that stupid Urbem Lamia thing you were talking about, Albert use to mention how the city would lose that title on sunny days.”

“Well obviously, vampires don’t like the sun so they’d hide away.” Pressing your lips together you give your head a shake. Vampires don’t exist, it’s just a bunch of wives tales. As you both clean up your table in the café you slip out onto the streets and head back to work. Break was nice but staying cooped up in a tiny office cubicle seemed so much better. Just before you enter the buildings front entrance you notice Joshua’s fingers freeze around the handle.

Glancing over at him you notice how he reads over a text on his phone with a worried expression, his fingertips turning white from squeezing the case too hard. You nudge his shoulder asking him if everything was alright which is when he turns to you with a puzzled but depressed expression. “Going back to the topic of Albert,” a pause as Joshua glances once more at his phone screen, “he’s been murdered.”


Alberts body was discovered at around 6am by his wife, who came to investigate the cemetery when he didn’t come home from work. The whole area was plastered with caution tape as there were police officers not only at Alberts shed but also around the area where the bodies were missing. You stiffened next to Joshua as officers walked in and out of the shed trying to seem like they had a clue what they were doing. The same uneasiness pooled into your stomach when you noticed your boss pull up in his dark blue truck, his wife stepping out beside him.

The officers wouldn’t let anyone past the caution tape until your boss approached, letting him hop over to check out the scene. His wife waited by the truck, her body wrapped in an expensive fur coat while her eyes were covered by an extra large pair of shades. You follow Joshua over to the place where your boss had slipped past uttering an I’m with him to get by. Chills crept down your spine as you approach the shed an officer talking quietly with your boss.

There laying in his own pool of dried blood was Albert, his eyes now a milky white colour with his skin looking sickly pale. You swallow thickly upon taking in the sight a churning feeling developing in your stomach. A loud yelp sounds behind you as you turn your head catching sight of an old women being ushered to sit down on a wobbly bench. You guessed it was his wife from the way she dabbed a white cloth at her cheeks and the gold ring on her finger. “Joshua this is terrible.” You mutter while stepping out of the shed.

“I know, he seemed like a nice guy.” As your fingers rake through your messy hair you find yourself blowing out a huff of annoyance. Annoyance at how everyone around here seemed to be getting picked off like flies. You feel Joshua’s arm lounge around your shoulders to comfort you when a quiet conversation between two officers capture your attention. Focusing in on the sounds of their hushed voices you find it hard to believe their words.

“There’s two tiny holes on the side of his neck, almost covered by his shirt. It’s like a bite mark.”

“You think it was an animal?”

“Maybe, it’s hard to tell what happened to him or how he bled out like that.”

Though you wanted to listen further, a sharp breeze down the back of your neck snapped you away. Joshua glanced at you in surprise when you whipped around but it was you who was now glancing in surprise at the face you met. A young man, maybe around your age with a playful smirk on his flower pink lips. His skin was a smooth milky colour with jet black hair that perfectly framed his mischievous features. Your gaze fell across his sharp jawline and exposed collarbones that rested under his skin.

But what caught you the most was his beautiful shimmering eyes. Though they were a dark chocolate brown they held a mysterious glint that had shivers prickling along your skin. His stare was bold and had your body feeling as cold as ice. “Were you a friend of Alberts?” His voice had your cheeks flushing a scarlet red, so calm and smooth. A voice you could listen to all day. Swallowing dryly you try to form a sentence but Joshua beats you to it.

“We chatted with him a few times. Just coming to check things out. Sad things had to end this way for him.” Joshua’s face was blank and expressionless as he spoke but you took note of his fidgety fingers telling you he was nervous. “Did you know him?” You ask your voice sounding tiny and quiet. The young man eyes moved slowly from Joshua to you, once again paralyzing you with his stare. A chuckle falls from his pretty lips as the glint flashes in his eyes.

“How could I not? Most of these bodies weren’t buried by him you know.” A still silence hung in the air, the sounds of people’s rushed discussion being carried away by the wind. “You helped Albert bury bodies?” Joshua questioned with a raised eyebrow as though he didn’t believe the young mans words.

“You think I’m lying?” His head cocked to the side as he took a step forward causing you to flush with panic. He may have been a handsome sight but he was as equally intimidating. Grabbing a hold of the fabric on Joshua’s coat you drag him back slightly. “We believe you.” You giggle nervously while you feel Joshua stiffen beside you at the fact you would surrender so easily. However you weren’t taking any chances with this mysterious stranger.

“Relax, you look like I’m going to hurt you.” His smooth voice flows through your ears and you almost wish you could block it out. He slowly approaches you and and Joshua with an out stretched palm a crooked smirk painted on his lips. “I’m Jun.” He announces proudly while waiting for one of you to return the gesture. “Joshua.” You observe as they share a firm hand shake holding one another’s gazes as though they were stalking prey.

Questioning whether or not a crime scene was the right place to be making friends with someone you reluctantly shook his hand but found yourself biting your lip to hold back a tiny gasp. Though his skin was soft it was also shockingly cold, like shaking hands with an ice cube.
Giving him a tiny smile you shrink under his steady stare while giving your name. “Your heart is beating like a drum. Why so nervous?” Jun pulls away while rolling up the sleeves on his loose black jacket, his eyes scanning up and down your body.

“I’m not nervous I guess just a little all over the place because of what happened.”

Jun tugged his lower lip between this teeth before brushing past you and Joshua. “Don’t worry, the sun will come out tomorrow.”


A/N; Vampire Jun for everyone:) pls pray for me I am weak when it comes to this boy anyways I’m hoping to turn this into a short series and I hope you enjoy it^^

“The fruit of all my grief” - [Sebastian/Tom - one shot].


Prequel to: “One million bullets” 

Also based on: Imagine: Sitting on Sebastian’s lap while he’s smoking, and kissing him as he blows the smoke into your mouth.

Written by: A.Wölf.

Song referenced in title (Same one Sebastian is listening to): “Don’t wanna fight” by Alabama Shakes.

Notes: NSFW. 

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And as if the radio was trying to mock us, it had to play that song.

It was still raining when I exited the coffee shop. My favorite hot beverage in one hand, a script pressed against my chest using my arm, and an umbrella in the other one as I made my way through the city.  The gray sky made it look like it was almost midnight when it was actually 4:30 pm.

Working in a production house had its pros and cons. Sometimes one of us had to deliver scripts to some actors when we were interested in casting them in a film. I was on a mission to deliver one that day, but I knew I had been called for other reasons as soon as I read the familiar address on the memo; this is how we had met.

In time, one thing led to another, needless to say.

I was still half a block away from his apartment and I could already hear the loud music coming from the inside.

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Prom K.M

(Kol au prom night)

Here you go chloelol123, LOVE the request!

Word count: 1008

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A smile stretched at my lips as I observed the tranquil scene around me, couples swayed effortlessly to slow music, all of them resting their heads on their partner’s shoulders or gazing into eachothers eyes. Teachers found themselves pulling eager students apart and scolding them for the dramatic PDA.

I tore my eyes away from my fellow classmates and reached into my purse to find my phone- he wasn’t here yet, What could be taking him so long? Although slightly anxious I stayed calm and stood still in the spot he had told me to meet him- the middle of the dance floor.

Kol had a way of surprising me when I least expected it and this afternoon was most definitely one of them, from the time I had gotten home to the time I had reached my bedroom door all my thoughts were focused on my future college plans and after that- well I began thinking how the hell was I supposed to get rid of all the balloons? It was an extremely romantic gesture, to come home to a room full of colourful balloons and only to be surprised by the one which happened to be holding a card.

The grin upon my face stuck for hours prior to tonight, and I couldn’t help but rethink the words upon the card; 

Meet me in the middle of the dance floor by 9 -Kol.

I blinked suddenly realising I was daydreaming far too much to be considered sane. I exhaled profoundly as I reached for my phone again to see only two minutes had passed, now I was becoming paranoid.

Without warning two muscular arms engulfed me from behind and rested upon my stomach, I fell back into a hard chest and a chin hovered above my shoulder. He was here.

“Hello my dear” he whispered, the very sound of his voice made my cheeks heat up and goosebumps appear along my neck. Kol squeezed my body and pulled my closer so the space between us was almost absent. A sweet kiss was placed upon my cheek and I giggled accordingly. 

“Break it up you two!” croaked Miss Hadley as she nudged Kol away from me so we stood at least three feet apart, I spun around to see her face scrunched up as she glared at us through her tiny glasses. My eyes drifted towards Kol as he looked at her with such amusement. She stared between us before walking off. 

As soon as she left Kol stepped towards me and we both began to laugh, “She really need to get out more” I commented while placing my hands on Kol’s shoulders. He nodded in agreement.

“Or get laid, but I don’t see that happening” he added before he looked down at me and smiled, the grin I was giving him could not go any wider. He placed his hands on my hips and looked down at my black floor length dress, “You look absolutely gorgeous Y/N”. I was lost for words and hardly listening while I surveyed his sleek tuxedo and unique bowtie. 

“Why thank you kind sir but I think your bowtie puts you up a level above me on the gorgeous metre” Kol smirked and rolled his eyes knowing I could never just accept a compliment. 

A peaceful silence emerged as we both danced to the music, copying those around us, while my eyes wandered the room I knew Kol’s were glued to my face which made me stare back. “It’s crazy isn’t it?” he asked tilting his head slightly.

“What’s that?” I challenged.

“Being a couple of days away from complete freedom- no more homework, early nights or any of Mr Saltzman’s cheeky pop quizzes” I laughed and nodded along with him.

“Not that you ever did any of the homework” I teased causing Kol to tickle my sides a few times.

“You get what I mean though, we can do what we want and not have to worry about anyone interrupting us” I grinned as he gestured towards the teachers all lined up by the punch bowl to make sure it wasn’t going to be spiked.

As much as I looked forward to our upcoming freedom I couldn’t help but think about where we stood, the topic (although very important) seemed to always be avoided. “Kol?….What about us?” I questioned making his smile disappear and a more serious expression take it’s place.

He thought for a moment and gave a look as to if ask why I even questioned our 2 year relationship. “We, my dear we will stay together, through thick and thin I’ll do whatever it takes to keep you by my side” he remarked, “That is if you’ll have me”.

Of course I wanted this relationship to work, I loved Kol and I saw a future with him however my acceptance to a different college seemed to blur the future. “But-”.

“I know, we will be at different schools but I can’t lose you” he interrupted as he locked his fingers together behind my back as an act of protection. I thought for a moment and smiled.

“You won’t, we’ll make it a promise” I assured before placing both my hands on his cheeks and gliding my thumbs over them. He looked both shocked and relieved while he flicked his gaze between my eyes and my lips. Kol pulled me towards him by the small of my back and kissed me shortly after. My lips moulded with his and moved against them slowly- savouring the moment.

He grew hungry for more and that’s when we found ourselves already outside the gym in the school carpark, Kol leading me by the hand to his old pickup truck where I knew we wouldn’t just be talking, that was never the case.

We didn’t get home until 2 in the morning, it was true what they said about prom, how it was the greatest night of a person’s life and needless to say the we both kept our promise.

Imagine Chris talking about you with his fans.

A/N: You know what happens when you can’t sleep? You dazedly finish requests. Oh God, this is my fourth fic of the day and I no longer know if I’m making any sense. This one was requested by @ateliefloresdaprimavera, I went off script a little but I hope you enjoy it anyway. X

You stood side stage with Chris’ bodyguard as you listened to him talk to his fans about his movie, ‘Before We Go’ in which he starred and directed. You were so insanely proud of him and all the amazing things he’d achieved over the years, a large one being his contract with MCU. He’d gone through his fair share of lousy and degrading roles- as did most actors and actresses, so you were happy that he was finally where he wanted to be and getting recognition for his incredible talent. You were a fan before you became his girlfriend, and as far as you were concerned, you were going to be a fan even if things didn’t end up the way you wanted it to.

Though that wasn’t going to be a problem. The two of you had been together for years now, with marriage definitely somewhere in the picture. Your parents loved him as much as his parents loved you. Your relationship with his siblings, nephews, and nieces, and his relationship with yours couldn’t be better. You got along with his friends and he got along with yours. You had even won the hearts of his fans who were protective- to say the least- of their Captain; they realized that he was the happiest around you and they couldn’t let their jealousy get in the way of his happiness. It didn’t take long for them to love you as much as Chris did because unlike the rest of the actresses he had been with, you were just like the rest of them; an ordinary, everyday girl.

You’d met Chris in the most unconventional way. It was coincidental and purely out of good luck that you crossed paths with him. In fact, meeting him made you believe in a universal power because you would’ve never met him if that invisible, omnipotent force didn’t pull him into your path. Even the word ‘never’ was an understatement 'cause you weren’t famous, nor were you important. You were just an ordinary girl who worked in a bakery that just so happened to have dropped her phone while rushing past Chris Evans. He did the honorable thing and tried to return the phone, unaware that he would soon meet the love of his life.

“We’ve got time for one last question.”

You heard the interviewer tell the crowd and a collective “booooo!” washed over the hall. Chris chuckled but remained indifferent as he wanted to end the interview so he could rejoin your side and take you to dinner. You’d spent all day following him around and patiently waiting while he signed pictures and took selfies with his fans, you needed a break from the famous people scene.

“Let’s see,” Chris scanned the crowd. “You, with all the hand gestures. Hi,” he smiled brightly. “Yeah, you did good. I would’ve never picked you if you didn’t do all that,” he chuckled. “What’s your question?”

“Hi,” the girl- who sounded no more than fifteen spoke shyly. “Um- You did a wonderful job with the movie and I am a huge fan of Captain America. I think you are incredibly talented and we are lucky to have you in our lives and on our movie screens.”

“Why, thank you.” Chris smiled.

“But I don’t really have a question, I just wanted to tell you that I speak for most of your fan base when I say we are very happy you found someone like Y/N to make you happy.” The young girl told Chris and you saw his smile ten-fold upon hearing your name. “We think she’s lovely and we hope the two of you get married and have adorable baby Avengers.”

“Aw, thank you,” Chris chuckled. “I am very happy with Y/N, I think she’s wonderful and I hope we get married and have adorable baby Avengers too.” He glanced at you and you chuckled, shaking your head. “Since we’re talking about it, I’d like to thank all of you for being so incredibly supportive of our relationship because it definitely makes things easier for us.”

The crowd cheered and clapped.

“Is Y/N here with you?” The young girl asked.

Chris grinned, “yeah. C'mon,” he held out his hand and gestured you towards him with a wiggle of his fingers. “Yes,” he nodded when you shook your head. “C'mon, baby.” You heard the excitement in the crowd increase and you sighed, knowing you had no choice. “Give her a hand.” He smiled when you walked out of the side stage towards him.

“I hate you,” you whispered into his ear when he wrapped an arm around you.

“I love you too,” he chuckled softly then held the microphone in front of your mouth.

“Hi everyone,” you waved and the crowd cheered. “Thank you for being so welcoming. Chris always says he has the most supportive fans and I definitely see that now. Well- I see it on Tumblr and Twitter and Instagram quite often but- it’s nice to actually feel the support in person.”

“I love you, Y/N!” You heard someone yell.

“That’s my job,” Chris joked and laughter erupted.

“Thank you for making him happy, Y/N.” The same young girl who had spoken about you moments before said. You looked up and spotted her, you smiled and nodded. “You’re amazing and we all love you so much.”

“Thank you,” you smiled. “I love you guys too.”

“Alright, that’s us.” The interviewer said and the crowd clapped as you and Chris walked off the stage, waving. “Thank you all for coming out. Let’s give a round of applause for Chris Evans and be sure to see his movie, Before We Go!” The applause got louder and could be heard even after you disappeared around the stage corner.

“They love you,” Chris kissed the side of your head. “Almost as much as I do,” he said and smiled when you kissed his cheek. “What do you think?” He raised an eyebrow at you. “You think you’re ready for all that stuff that girl was talking about?”

“I’m ready whenever you are, Captain.” You told him, smiling.

Hey guys! I was recently asked to do a bellarke fic rec, and with Fanfiction Writers Appreciation Day just around the corner (21st of August; go appreciate fanfic writers y’all!), I thought it was a good time to find my favourites. 

I’m posting under the cut, because it got a bit long and I didn’t want to make your dashes annoying. I’ve tagged the writers whose tumblrs I know, and used some people’s names like I know them even if I don’t – let me know if you want me to remove any of that (or add a tumblr I don’t know). I’m giving little review/summaries and mostly just being amazed at all the awesome fics we have in this fandom.

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SEASON 1 UNANSWERED QUESTIONS

1x01: Was Spencer lying when she heard somebody scream? Did she hear Bethany? And also if she went back to the barn to sleep it off like Ali said in 4x24, why was she not in the barn? That does not make any sense.

So outside of the barn, Melissa and Spencer are having a conversation WREN WAS NOWHERE IN THAT AREA where they were talking, and after Spencer went into the house angry Wren comes out of the barn and says “It sounds like she was planning on moving into the barn.” Okay creeper were you eavesdropping? Another shady scene from Wren that was never explained.

Who was that blond girl in Maya’s room? Like seriously who the hell was that? That was never explained.

When they found Alison’s body, the three girls are their having a conversation Hanna, Spencer and Aria. Aria says “I heard Hanna was at the police station.” How the hell did she know that? It’s not like they were talking to each other during that time.

Their all at Alison’s funeral and Mrs. D questions as to why Jenna was their and says “I didn’t know they were friends.” Okay let’s be real here, 90% of the people there wasn’t friends with Alison so why the hell would she say that? She was the only one that was questioned. Ezra was their so why wasn’t he questioned? I understand we found out later the connection but still they didn’t know him. So why was she questioned?

1x02: Wren says something in Latin and then says that’s the only Latin he knew… Well when your a doctor YOU HAVE TO learn Latin when your going to school to become a nurse or a doctor. So how is that the only thing he remembered?

1x03: Why did Toby take the blame if he was the victim? I understand that he wouldn’t want anyone knowing about him and Jenna but HE WAS THE VICTIM. And their is proof showing that he was the victim.

Emily was almost raped by Ben but yet Toby comes and saves the day. Why was Toby in the girls locker room? Was he spying on Emily to begin with?

1x04: Spencer and the others blocked all unknown numbers. Why would she have Wren’s number blocked? Doesn’t she have his contact information? That does not make any sense.

1x05: What was Mona’s motive? Why is fucking with the parents relationships? I understand that it effects the girls but it has nothing to do with you and Hanna or the girls “taking” Hanna away from you since she claims that in 2x25 that the reason that she was going after the girls was because they took Hanna away from her. Like???

1x06: The girls are sitting in Aria’s bedroom with Chinese food so they open the fortune cookies and they have a A message from A saying “Lions and tigers and bitches oh my. Theirs no place like homecoming see you their.” How the hell did Mona put the message in the cookies? Was she working at the Chinese restaurant? And furthermore how did she know which order goes to who? Lmao that’s doesn’t make any sense.

What is the truth about Toby that Jenna is referring to? “Oh when she finds out the truth about YOU she’s going to hate you.” What’s the truth about him?

Okay so we see the fortune teller. She says about Spencer’s friends relationship that “Theirs darkness in him maybe even violence or vengeance.” Automatically the camera goes to Toby and Emily and think it’s them then it goes to Toby walking out of the gymnasium and Aria going after him. That doesn’t necessarily mean that it’s either of them. She could’ve been talking about ANYONE and I mean ANYONE. She could’ve probably have been talking about the future or presence. Now it didn’t have to be a couple relationship it could’ve been a friend relationship or anything sort of relationship. It could’ve been Hanna and Wren. Who knows. But who exactly was she talking about?

Toby says “I’ve also done things that I’m not proud of. We all have secrets Emily.” What was he referring to? The relationship between him and Jenna? Lmao no. Cause this can’t be all about the relationship between him and Jenna because HE DID NOTHING WRONG.

At the end of the episode theirs an A scene first one, the black hoodie goes over to the rosewood song that says “population of rosewood.” And then changes the population. For what purpose? No one died. No one left. So that doesn’t make any sense.

1x07: What happened to Toby’s file and why was it important? What else was in that file? And further more the text message from A that was sent saying “Thanks for getting Toby out of my way.” If that was in fact Mona, what the fuck was Toby in her way for? That makes no fucking sense. Was he infiltrating the relationship with Mona and Hanna? Since Mona claimed that as her motive. Like honestly it doesn’t make any sense.

Okay close to end of the episode where they showed Alison’s memorial service or whatever, Jenna says that “My whole life I thought I knew who Alison was.” But yet they met at a Halloween store introducing themselves A YEAR BEFORE SHE WENT MISSING like not even a year less then a year, Jenna saying “I’m Jenna” “I’m Alison” “I know.” So how the fuck did Jenna know her WHOLE life?

At the end of the episode, Jason says “Just got off the phone with my folks they said thanks.” Why weren’t her folks at the memorial service?

And lastly but not least, Jason gives them the bracelet and says that “The cops would think you guys would like to have Alison’s bracelet.” So Alison’s bracelet was buried on Bethany? That makes no sense. And why would they give away evidence?

1x09: Why the fuck did Emily wear those shoes to school? After visiting Ali’s memorial. What you don’t have another pair of shoes?

If A knows everything then how come Mona didn’t know that was Hanna’s bag? This was when Mona bought Hanna’s bag when she sold it with the help of Lucas. How did Mona not know that?

1x10: Was the video between Ali and Ian edited? Because that made no sense. And that video didn’t even happen in 4x24. Ali and Ian were arguing then she left. That NEVER happened. And if it did then Alison fucking lied about that night.

So did Mona really left her own birthday party to blast Hanna with a car? For just seeing Noel? And furthermore what the hell did Hanna actually know since “she knew to much.” when all she saw was Noel writing on the back of Ezra’s car? Okay what the fuck did Hanna know? She didn’t know shit.

Who really hit Hanna with the car? Cause I honestly I don’t think it was Mona. You can say it was her all you want but I don’t think she did. And Marlene said that Mona did all but TWO THINGS so she didn’t push Ian what was the other thing? Maybe she wasn’t the one that hit Hanna with the car. We’re getting off topic of the question but their is no way Mona was able to go see Emily’s house when it was for sell in season 2. I would’ve ask for her fucking ID. I swear she didn’t do a lot shit.

1x11: Alison visits Hanna at the hospital and she says “The four of you know more about that night then you think you do.” What the fuck did they know cause the last time I checked they had nothing do with what happened to Alison or anything.

Why did Ian and Melissa get married after like 5 seconds? Did they use that as a alibi? Cause that didn’t make sense.

And Emily says while their at the hospital with Hanna that she thinks that the person who killed Alison and A are two different people. The camera focuses on Aria. And then she said like A has a split personality again the camera focuses on Aria. So what was the significance behind that?

1x12: How come Ashley Marin never got in trouble for stealing that money?

Where did Ian and Melissa go on their supposed “honeymoon”? Spencer’s mom gets a text message and she’s like “Oh look at this picture. It’s cute their on their honeymoon.” Then Spencer’s like “Isn’t that outside of dads office?” Then Veronica says “it doesn’t matter where they are when their in love.” Where did they go on their fucking honeymoon?

Okay their at Hanna’s party, Hanna and Lucas are outside their talking about how he trashed Ali’s memorial and he says “Considering what the bitch did to me I should’ve done way worse to her.” Is he talking about the fact that Alison tortured him and called him hermie (I guess that’s how you spell it) or did she actually do something to him?

1x13: What were Ian and Melissa whispering about in the kitchen? Spencer comes down and here’s what their talking about but not really then the steps creek then Spencer goes back to her room then Melissa goes running to see who it was and Ian’s like “Don’t worry. Nobody could’ve possible heard us.” Then Spencer’s back upstairs she gets a email from A saying “married for lover and alibi.” So what were they talking about? Were they really fucking married? Was that really his kid? Like what the fuck.

1x14: Who the hell took that picture of Alison outside of the barn? And why did they take it? Jason said that it was taken from Alison’s bedroom… Well who the fuck was in the bedroom?

1x15: Jason says that his family hired a PI but if Mrs. D knew who hit Ali and was in fact the one who buried her then why the flying fuck did she hire a PI? Their was no reason to it and she wouldn’t want anyone to know that CeCe hit Ali and was the one protecting her. That’s a fucking plot hole right their. Unless somebody fucking lied about that night….

1x18: What was in that bag that Ian gave Jenna? And why did he give it to her?

Who pushed the girl down the stairs at the frat party? Was it Alison? It was never confirmed.

1x19 Melissa says her and Ian went to Hilton head to get an abortion but yet she wasn’t pregnant. So what baby? And why the the fuck did they travel seven states away to get a abortion? Tf

1x21: Who took all those videos of the girls? Why did they record them?

1x22: Why did Ian want those videos so bad? He wasn’t on them. The only video he was on was the one with Ali and him at the kissing rock but the police already had that. What the hell was incriminating him in these videos for him to pay $10,000?

So Ian and Spencer have this confrontation and she says “If you love my sister you wont do this.” And then Ian says “I’m doing this because I love her.” okay that makes no fucking sense. But yet we find out that Melissa was protecting Spencer all this time.

When Ian is about to be thrown from the bell tower a black hoodie comes behind him which we learned it was Alison then he says “What are you doing here?” So did Ian know Alison was alive if that was in fact Alison? He wasn’t like “HOLY FUCK YOUR ALIVE.” Like nothing. Just what are you doing here. Who else knew Alison was alive? And Mona knew everything except who pushed Ian off the bell tower? That’s fucking weird.


THATS IT. For the unanswered questions of season 1. I bet theirs a lot of stuff that I missed and I’ve spent all afternoon writing these questions so yeah. And that’s not even half of the questions that we have from this show. We still got seasons 2, 3, 4, 5, and 6. It’s honestly ridiculous. Well anyways I’ll be be back soon with the season 2 unanswered questions👍🏻

Alternative ending for the final part of my Teacher!Jimin fanfic, since my original post caused so much pain :P

Part I/Part II/Part III/Original Ending

Genre: fluffy and smut

Word Count: 3661

A/N: sorry for everybody who died over the original post hehe… I will add the part links to this post later. I’m posting from mobile for you dying readers.

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Tossing and turning, feeling nothing but emptiness next to you. The fantasy was over, the small moments where your heart leaped out of your chest because of how real it felt… all over.

“Sweetheart, Y/N. Come on, it’s time for school.” Your mum called out from beneath the staircase. Although it still made your heart skip a beat when you saw his ethereal figures, it was masked behind this cold look, distant, and not yours.

Oh boohoo, what a problem you have being a highschooler. Oh what shall you ever do if you don’t get to fuck your little teacher toy for one day. The sick laugh rang inside your head as you winced at the voice within you. But in a way, you knew it was true, while everybody around you were beginning to worry about which college they will be going to, your only problem was a boy– a man.

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“You guys hide it so well!” Your bestfriend, Mia, declared in the hallway, causing a few looks to be shot at your direction.

“Shush!” You shouted as quietly as you possibly could.

“Seriously though… So you guys have definitely done some thing. What have you guys done.” Mia winked at you and asked with a hushed voice. You couldn’t answer because you began to remember the feeling of Jimin’s lips latching themselves onto every section of your body and the musky smell of your sheets and pillows the morning after. The amount of laundry you voluntarily did without a second thought would have made your mother faint, but so would the reason why. Your hesitation was enough for Mia because she gasped and slapped you harder than you expected on your arm, “Oh my god!”

“Ow! Stop it!” You hissed back, rubbing your arm, the sting only caused you to remember the time Jimin decided it would be fun to slap your ass while ramming into you, making your head spin like never before.

“Oh my god, that just made you think about him again!” She shouted once more. Looking up to avoid her prying eyes, your eyes were instead greeted with the distinct hooded eyes which has followed your every move for the past few weeks when you didn’t realize.

You stared him and you knew he saw the sadness in your eyes. Hell, he didn’t even have to look at your eyes to know. Everything about you has changed ever since he left your home on the Sunday night you parents came. You couldn’t sleep soundly now because of the void of the burning heat that used to warm you up at night, you missed feeling his smooth chest against your palm every time you turned around because he never once let you go during the night. Or how his hair would reflect the sun rays when they hit his hair in the mornings. You hated feeling so lost without him, you kept on telling yourself that you weren’t the type of girl that depended on a man, but so did Jimin, who didn’t think he was the type of guy that relied on a girl so much either.

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Walking out of his car everyday after a shitload of work, all he gets to anticipate inside his home was loneliness and piles of paper to grade. No ability to wrap his arms around your soft body, while sprinkling kisses along your neck making you squeal and laugh. Not being able to sleep with the smell of your hair gently tickling his nose and waking up in morning with the beauty of your half awake eyes, angelic morning voice, and the way you still managed to smile so brightly and sincere after a night of hardly any sleep.

These thoughts haunted every empty corners of his house, every time he looked up from the floor, he could imagine you dancing around in glee. It was torture not being able to walk up to you at school and hold you tightly, all he gets to do is stare at you like something he could never obtain in this lifetime. Only a few damn years.

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Another day, another dull and uneventful day. Walking into the room, you were gently pushed around by the bustling group of your fellow peers, you took your seat in the middle of room.

“Oooo is that a note from him?” Mia whispered, pointing at the small folded note on your table. What?

Carefully unfolding the sheet of yellow paper, the air seemed have left your lungs, rendering you the inability to breath.

I know what you and Mr. Parks have been up to. You slut.

Your eyes snapped up to look at Jimin, he has never seen you look so scared, causing his mind to run wild with worst possible thing.

“Y/N.” Mia whispered, reflecting the fear in your entire body.

“Mia…” You felt the tears trying to seep their way through your eyes, not feeling the smirk that was facing in your direction.

That’s what you get, bitch.

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“Maybe it’s just a joke… I mean, there’s no way anybody would have found out.” Mia hypothesized, trying to ease away your anxiety that was beginning to overwhelm all your sense.

“Seriously?! Nobody would be that specific. Nobody even notices me, why would they send it me?” You groaned, slamming your forehead against the library table. This is what you get, Y/N. Why did you even think for a second that having a relationship with your teacher was a good idea?

“I’m sure it’s nothing. Trust me, tomorrow, it will be like it never happened. When am I ever wrong about these dumb high school pranks? Remember I’m dating the school’s biggest dumbo.” Mia gestured towards her grinning boyfriend with a fake disappointed expression. It doesn’t take a genius to see how in love they were…

Mia was wrong. Mia was dead wrong.

You think you are so smooth, teasing him like that? You are such a whore and everybody knows it.

“Real mature.” Mia sneered at the note, also placed there the next morning. You could see Jimin trying to get your attention without being too obvious, but from the way he was bouncing a little up and down at the bottom of room was far from being sly.

“I don’t care if it’s immature or not. Jimin could get fired and I could get suspended!” You sharply answered, looking around to see who would have placed this threatening note, you saw nothing, but a sea of tired faces trying to get calculus over with. You were tired of this and wanted to face whoever wrote this note, so picking up your pen, you scribbled back, “Why don’t you tell it to my face instead of hiding behind a dumb note?”

“Go Y/N.” Mia encouragingly pumped her fist into the air lightly, praising your forwardness.

Tomorrow couldn’t come faster. You wanted none of this.

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You were actually standing alone, after school, in front of the 2nd floor girl bathroom. You could laugh at just how dramatic this all was, but you more worried about whoever this person was, saying it to the school board.

“I’m surprised.” The thickly sweet voice made you spin around to find its source. Standing before you was none other than the female class president, Lauren.

“Lauren?” To say you were shocked was a large understatement.

“You know, if you want to keep your little affair with Mr. Park a secret, you might not want to make him jealous at Jungkook’s party and have him drag you out of the house.” Your cringed at the thought that she was there that night to witness that entire scene.

“You saw th—”

“So how’d you do it? Spread your slutty legs underneath the table? Beg for a good grade?” Oh, this girl should write a story. You were now more than an a little annoyed by her rude assumptions.

“She did nothing of that sorts and I’m more than positive that you can be taken out of student council with making that sort of accusation against another students.” Jimin was leaning against the wall with an grim expression, making both you and Lauren jaw gap wide open. Where did he come from?

“Ms. Lauren, I suggest you take precautions before putting threatening notes on other student’s desks. Ms. Y/N, you on the other hand need to not ever call your teacher to pick you up from a party just because you were drunk. It’s highly inappropriate and this idiotic teenage girl drama? I expect it to be completely over by Monday.” And with that Jimin strolled away, facing his toned back towards you and hands, sophisticatedly placed within his pants pockets. Park Jimin.

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“Hey Y/N.” Until now, you’ve always rolled your eyes when people used the phrase “his voice was music to my ears”, but now you were the one forming that thought when you heard him call out for you.

“Jimin…” You weakly whispered back, afraid that someone might overhear you two. Things were looking worst and worst for you two as the last few weeks of school was approaching.

“Just come home with me.” The power he had over you with just the way he spoke your name made you finally realize that you cannot deny how much he has instilled himself into your every thought.

The last time you were in his car your head was very much in pain and you couldn’t see anything clearly other than the roof light glaring at your bloodshot eyes. But now you saw how clean he was, with a few exceptions of gum wrappers in the cup holder.

“I just don’t understand why people leave their car filthy. I’m not a clean freak.” Jimin read your mind as you rotated your neck, observing the car’s surrounding. Your chest vibrated as you chuckled at his declaration, dork.

“So, why are you bringing me home?” You asked, swirling your fingertip on the fogging glass.

“I miss you…” He whispered, like this was the first time he’s admired that out loud, “I don’t mean that complete sexual way.”

“Killed the mood, Jimin.” You laughed at his add-on that he felt like he needed.

“Sorry.” He hung his head a little before taking a turn around the corner into a nice neighborhood complex.

“Jimin…” It was your turn to lower your voice, this was a really nice neighborhood.

You sat in silence as your sat frozen in the car, staring at the house in front of you. Jimin was now staring at you, laughing, and taking his keys out of the ignition.

“Come on babe.” That only made your heart tighten with bittersweet sentiments, why is this so unfair. Taking small steps towards the giant house, you couldn’t wait until your voice came back to you to ask him how the hell he owns this. You almost choked when you saw the interior, it was beautiful, and you could even see the pool in the backyard.

“There’s a fucking fireplace in the middle of the living room.” You gawked at the design of the place, it was ridiculous.

“You like it?” Jimin tossed his bag on the couch and placed your next to you.

“You’re making it sound like we’re looking for a house.” You laughed, once again the feeling returned.

“What is this, Y/N…” He wasn’t in your line of view, standing directly behind you, you could feel the ghost of his breath on the back of your neck. It was the silent question that danced in the air ever since Jimin touched you for the very first time, but both of you were too afraid to ask it.

“I don’t know.” You admitted, wet droplets crawling your cheeks, finally able to show themselves after all this time.

“Shhhh don’t cry, Y/N.” Jimin spun you around, his soft lips made contact with each salty tear and kissed them away. All you knew right now was that you just needed to be close to him, to be able to finally touch him after the weeks of neglect. Weaving your fingers through his lush hair, you sank into his lips with a new found urgency. Everything was going in slow motion as you two venture into the dark abyss of your desires, gripping your thighs and lifting them up to wrap around his torso, he stood there momentarily, having you manipulating every nerve of his body for your will. He wanted to be here forever.

Walking blindly towards the hallway that led to his bedroom, Jimin pressed you against the cold wall, unable to control himself any longer, he rolled himself into your core as he began painting bruises on your neck.

You could feel him through the rough materials of his jeans, which only stimulated the sensation even more. His arms wrapped around your body, ready to lift you into the room.

“No stay.. Stay.” You moaned, grinding yourself into him, making his forehead fall against yours as he winced at the restricting cloth. Your feet touched the ground as he released you from his embrace to pull your top away from you. After each lost of clothing, your lips would be on each other once again, where it be his lips sucking harshly on your neck or you nipping at his earlobe and jawline. His hands were painfully slow when he reached your skirt, reaching behind you and squeezing your ass, making you yelp. Jimin left your skirt on, but ripped off your flimsy pantyhose and panties.

“Does Sir have a skirt kink?” You teased, gasping wantonly when Jimin lifted you up against the wall again.

“I have a Y/N kink.” He grunted, gripping your waist as his swollen lips traveled down to spend some sweet time on your needy breast. Your nipples erected in attention, the way his hands squeezed and massaged your mounds always made you think that you could come right then and there, but then he would move onto sucking down your stomach. You couldn’t even believe he was still holding you up, but suddenly you felt the welcomed intrusion of his length thrusting deeply into your soaked folds. Your back rubbed against the now heated wall, for some reason or another, this felt different. Like it was first time, consuming him, while he entered you over and over again. The built-up was slow, but painfully delicious. Your lips connected with his, but this time it was more harsh, biting and pulling onto his bottom lips, making him hiss at your rough treatment.

The shallow breathing between you two mixed with the sounds of him diving into you was something that will forever be burned into the back your mind, even for years to come. It was in perfect harmony, you couldn’t hold on any longer, your nails raked themselves along his once pale back, which was now decorated with your mark of ownership. All eight red lines of irritation.

“Fuck Jimin…” You gasped, he was pulling almost completely out before slamming back in you. You could feel him in your stomach every time, making you scream in utter pleasure.

Gasping for air, your eyes widen as Jimin moved you towards his bedroom. You were already slightly exhausted, but you knew he could get you thirsting for him as soon as he touched your skin, electrifying all your senses.

Landing onto the bed, you decided to change things up a bit because all this was going too slow for your taste. Hooking your thighs onto his pelvis, you flipped him over until he was under you and completely at your mercy.

“I’m gonna ride you Mr. Park…” Your voice reached a new low octave, so thick with lust, you wanted the man beneath to be withering under your every touch. Jimin noticed your new persona because his lips were tightly bitten when his eyes made contact with your darkened ones.

Gripping his thick shaft, you sank into it, it was impossible how big and hard it still felt. Your small hands placed against his chest, you could feel its expansion increasing in speed as your hips began to move. Quickening your movements, you would immediately slow down when you feel Jimin throbbing within you, ready for release.

“Damn it Y/N. Let me come.” Jimin groaned, frustrated in the position he was in. A faint giggle left your lips, allowing Jimin to know that you weren’t planning on doing that any time soon.

With no restraints this time, he massaged your ass as a warning, which you did not get, and landed a quick slap on it. It bit into your skin, making you moan because of its effect on your constant rocking on his length.

“Faster Y/N.” He commanded, orange hair strewn across his face, eyes squinting dominantly at you. He made you want to give it to him and every fiber of your body hated the power he had over you, but you complied. Skin slapping against skin, your moan and groans echoed throughout the large room, filling up your ears with only sounds of passion.

“Come on babygirl, come for me.” This made you whine, gripping on his shoulder for support, you sank into him in incredible speed that you didn’t know you could, but so did the volume of the scream you released. Collapsing onto his chest, your breathing was erratic, trying to catch your breath every time. Both knowing this will probably be the last time you two were together, you clung onto each other like lifelines. Unable to let go.

“Reality sucks…” You whimpered, tracing his chest with your finger, wanting to memorize every part of his body.

“What if it didn’t…” This made you look up to his brown eyes. You suddenly felt all the energy lost, rushing back into you.

“What do you mean Jimin. Now is not the time for joking around.” He was telling you what you’ve wanted to hear for the past few weeks, but how?

“I don’t mean to brag, but if you haven’t noticed, I’m pretty well off.” He waved it hands around, gesturing towards the large house you two were in.

“I was going to ask you about that.” You laughed, observing how chic everything looked, “Did you rob a bank?”

“Yes. My father’s bank precisely.” You could hear the fringed cockiness in his voice, making you duck into his chest, laughing.

“So you are rich…”

“Pretty much.” And so Jimin explained how his father owned the half of the popular malls of your state and how he decided to become a teacher to get away from the lifestyle that drove his brother away from his family. You voiced your sympathy, but Jimin told you it was not necessary because that was only reason why he could have become a teacher. “And that’s the only way I could have met you.”

“Cheeseball.” You booped his nose, making him wriggle it like a child.

“I’ll just teach at a highschool by your college. I’m smart guy if you haven’t noticed.”

“I can’t see past the ego that is just pouring out of you. But I haven’t noticed because I am more focused or other things during class if you ask me.” You smirked, cocking your eyebrows suggestively.

“Tsk tsk tsk. Naughty naughty.” Jimin rolled you over until you were underneath him, as the tickling and sweet kisses began sprinkling along your body.

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Running your hands along the wall with plaster peeling off its side, the memories that were secretly written on every edge. Who knew it will would all go by so quickly, graduation ceremony was over and now you were left alone to mindlessly wander through the halls of a place that you knew you will miss, but you now that a new chapter in life to look forward to.

Probably not the day when Jimin will be introduced to your parents, but that can wait, you began laughing as you imagined the look on their faces. So it’s not the best idea to tell them everything.

Walking towards the room that changed your life ever since you took first step onto its scratched up wooden floor, you saw the mirage of your boyfriend sitting at his desk, glasses sliding down from his nose and working the endless pile of papers.

“Hello beautiful.” A smile broke through your face as you felt his chest warming your body. Turning around you saw Jimin smiling down at you, so much to the point where you could no longer see his eyes.

“Hello Jimin.” You reached up for his collar and pulled him into a deep kiss. Breathing a sigh of relief, knowing that all the secrets were no long secrets, Jimin hands landed on the small of your back and pressed into the kiss even more. Backing up to the table that will forever be imprinted with your bodies, clinging together the first time, you two laughed when your back hit the edge of the table.

“Ow!” You yelped, rubbing your back.

“You weren’t saying that last time we were here.” Jimin retorted. There were many things I was saying the last time we were here.

“Care to show me?” You tugged his hair, ready to smash your lips against his plump ones. “Mr. Park–”

“Y/N?” Your heads snapped towards the door, you shoved Jimin onto the floor and away from you. You heard Jimin grimace at the pain, but you were too shocked to react properly.

“Mum, dad, boyfriend.” You pointed at the awkwardly sprawled out boy on the floor, who was now waving rigidly at your parents who were crossing their arms and looking at you two. While your dad looked like he could punch a hole into Jimin, your mum was trying to keep a straight face. Your palm immediately contacted your face as you groaned in embarrassment.

Not exactly how I pictured it would go.

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HAPPY? Hope you enjoyed it xx

//gif is not mine, but the boy is;)//

JUST ONCE MORE PART FIVE: http://imaginingbucky.tumblr.com/post/148104032749/just-once-more-part

JUST ONCE MORE PART SIX:

WARNINGS: a jealous Bucky

The club that you, Nat, Wanda and Maria ended up at was packed to the masses. Normally, you would’ve passed on being in a club. They weren’t really your scene but you wanted to do what the group wanted to do.

You were sure that once you had a few drinks in you, you would have a great time.

Nat and Maria had gone onto the dance floor leaving you and Wanda to watch over the table. The music that was being played wasn’t terrible. You even caught yourself nodding you head to the beat a little.

Wanda was looking out onto the crowd when her eyes landed on two familiar looking people.

“Is that who I think it is?” Wanda asked. You looked over in the direction that she was referring to and saw Bucky and Sam. They were making their way towards you and Wanda.

“I wonder what the hell they are doing here.” You said aloud.

Bucky looked like he didn’t even want to be in the club. He had a scowl on his face as he maneuvered through the crowd. Sam, on the other hand, seemed to be having a great time. He danced a little as he walked behind Bucky and you even saw him wink at a girl.

Once the two of them made it to your table, Bucky seemed to be in a better mood.

“What are you guys doing here?” You asked.

“After you guys left, we figured we would go and have a guy’s night.” Sam yelled over the music.

“We didn’t know that you guys would be here.” Bucky added.

You narrowed your eyes a little knowing that he was lying. You had told him the name of the club that you and the girls would be at before you left a few hours ago. Not wanting an argument or anything, you decided to let it go. The more the merrier.

Bucky sat down in the empty chair next to you while Sam went to join Natasha and Maria on the dance floor.

You felt Bucky place his metal hand on your thigh under the table. “Have you all been having a good time?”

“Yeah, before you boys crashed our girl’s night!” Wanda joked.

“We didn’t know that you guys were going to be here!” Bucky lied. As soon as you told him the name of the club, he googled the address on his phone. Once he saw what you were wearing, he knew that he couldn’t let you go out without him.

He had this weird feeling in the pit of his stomach.

You rolled your eyes but he didn’t see. Wanda stood up from the table. “I’m going with the others since someone is here to keep you company (Y/n).” She waved and went off to join the others.

“Why aren’t you out there?” Bucky nodded his head out to the dance floor.

“I’m not drunk enough yet.” You joked.

Bucky chuckled, “You remember what happened the last time you got drunk.”

“Yeah, I woke up in your bed.”

A sly smirk appeared on his face. He licked his lips a little before leaning closer to you and whispering in your ear, “Your dress looks amazing on you…..but I think it would look even better on my bedroom floor.”

“Is that so?” You giggled a little as he leaned back.

Bucky nodded as Sam and Maria joined the two of you at the table.

“(Y/n), I’m going to the bathroom. Do you want to come?” Maria asked you.

You nodded figuring it would give you the chance to touch up your makeup a little.

“We will be back boys.” You said to them as you followed Maria towards the bathroom. Once the both of you were inside, you both did what you had to do before exiting.

“I’m going to go and get a drink.” You told Maria before walking over to the bar. She went back to the table with Bucky and Sam.

You made it to the bar and waited for the bartender as he served someone else. Suddenly, you felt someone bump into you a little on your left side.

“I’m so sorry!” You looked over and saw a guy with sort of shaggy silvery hair and blue eyes standing right beside you.

“It’s okay.” You told him.

“I didn’t hurt you, did I?” He asked you.

“No, you didn’t. I’m okay.” You smiled a little at him. He was very attractive and you were getting mesmerized in his eyes.

“I’m glad.” He smiled back and then held out his hand to you. “I’m Aaron.”

You placed you hand in his and shook it twice, “I’m (Y/n).”

The bartender finally stopped in front of the two of you. “What can I get you guys?”

“I’ll have another beer and the beautiful lady will have a…” Aaron trailed off as he waited for your drink order.

“Uh, I’ll have a strawberry mojito please.”

The bartender went to make your drinks as you took some money out of your bag to pay for yours.

“No, it’s on me.” Aaron smiled at you.

“I couldn’t make you pay for my drink. You don’t even know me.”

“Maybe we could get to know each other? I could take you out for a cup of coffee sometime?” He suggested.

“I would like that.” Aaron handed you his phone and you put your number in it as the bartender came with your drinks.

“I’ll call you soon.” Aaron gave you a small hug before he walked off to join his friends nearby. You grabbed your drink and walked towards the others. Wanda and Nat had rejoined the group when you returned.

“Who was that very handsome guy that you were talking to?” Maria asked as soon as you sat back down.

“Oh he’s a new friend of mine.” You answered with a hint of a smile on your face. You didn’t want to show that you were a little smitten of the guy.

Bucky was enraged. He had to hide it though. He didn’t want anyone else to see that he felt like he was dying inside.

*I included a CATWS reference in here! kudos if you find it!!!!!! 😁💖

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Imagine browsing through your keepsake box with Chris.

A/N: Part 2 of Memory Lane, yay! It’s a little longer than usual so get comfy. Here are the links to the previous parts: (‘Memory Lane - Part 1’, ‘Drunk Minds, Sober Hearts and Baby Fever - Masterlist’)

You sat on the bed, browsing through your keepsake box filled with your life’s memorabilia. You couldn’t really call it your life’s memorabilia as it mostly consisted of mementos from your relationship with Chris; from the moment the two of you met until- well, now. There were other- some important, mostly trivial- bits and bobs: baby photos, old birthday and holiday cards, concert tickets, out dated passports filled with travel stamps, the key to your first apartment, etcetera; basically anything that reminded you of the best times of your life went into that box.

You enjoyed collecting things; you’d been collecting little mementos since you were a little kid. You’d been called a hoarder numerous times by several members of your family and friends, but you didn’t care. It was nice to be able to look back at different times of your life and reminisce; it also helped you feel less alone when Chris was away, and vice versa. It had also become tradition for the two of you to bring something back for each other, to add to the box after being away for work. Your last trip to London had you bring back a sweet postcard and a miniature black cab, whereas Chris added to the collection his air ticket- the one that brought him home to you a week early- and a miniature Captain America shield; a token from the cast and crew congratulating the two of you on your son.

“I’m curious.” You looked up as Chris exited the bathroom, wiping his hands with a towel. “Why didn’t you just call a plumber about the sink?” He raised an eyebrow and you shrugged. “So you’ve just been living with a leaky sink for five months? That’s very unlike you, Miss Perfectionist.” He teased and you chuckled.

“It only broke the other night,” you defended your perfectionist trait. “I was going to call a plumber, but then Captain America popped up on my doorstep.” You smiled when he chuckled, draping the hand towel on the back of a chair. “God,” you leaned into him and rested your head on his chest when he sat down and wrapped an arm around you. “I’ve missed you so much that I don’t even care that you’re all dirty from fixing the sink.”

“I’m not that dirty,” he chuckled, pressing his lips to your hair.

“Dirty enough,” you retorted playfully and he chuckled again. “Did the Russo brothers really let you go early, or did you lie and sneak off?” You looked up at him and asked. “I mean- Infinity War’s a huge movie, there is no way they could afford giving you pre-leave.”

“I may have told them you were going into labour early,” he said with a wince. You laughed because you knew he was joking. “No,” he chuckled. “They really let me go early. Remember when I FaceTimed you the other week? Seb came in because they were looking for me?” You nodded. “Well, they wanted to move my scenes forward so I could film them all and get home to you. Seb wasn’t lying when he said everyone was working double time,” he told you and you smiled. “The code word on set was Baby Cap. Whenever anyone got distracted, we used that to remind everyone that I had a pregnant wife waiting on me at home.”

“You work with some amazing people.”

“Yes I do,” he nodded. “I think it helps that you know Kevin Feigi and are friends with most of the cast, I feel like they were doing it more for you than me.” He admitted and you chuckled. “You know, if think about it-” he chuckled, “Marvel’s played a huge part in making our relationship what it is. I mean- we wouldn’t have even met if it weren’t for Captain America.”

“Remember how we met?” You asked and he nodded, chuckling. You sat up straight, leaned forward and reached for the Starbucks paper coaster that you’d scribbled your award winning screenplay ideas almost seven years ago.

“I remember how grateful you were when I gave you your coaster back,” he chuckled, taking the coaster from you. “I can’t believe that I was the reason you got that Oscar. You really should be more careful with your ideas,” he bopped your head with the coaster and you giggled.

“Can you believe it’s only been seven years?” You asked as you took the coaster back from him, smiling at your mini mind map that probably made no sense to anyone else who looked at it. “It seems like a lifetime ago.”

“Really?” He rested his chin on your shoulder. “'Cause I can remember it like it was yesterday.”
• • • • • • • •
Chris smiled as he watched the pretty girl in the red knitted scarf from the counter; you were furiously scribbling away on a paper coaster. The more he watched you, the more adorable he found you. You were clearly in the zone, working on something important, yet somehow you still had the time to pause to scrunch your face at the orange Gummi Bears and pick them out from the bag. He chuckled when he saw you pinch a red one from the bag, squishing it between your thumb and index while smiling to yourself.

“You’re definitely going to win me an Oscar.” You whispered to your coaster then smiled, drawing a small doodle of yourself holding an Oscar at the bottom of the square. “So cute,” you giggled to yourself then stopped when your phone buzzed.

Chris raised an eyebrow when he saw your eyes widen. You scrambled to your feet and frantically gathered your things, pushing them off the table into your open bag. You were in such a rush that you didn’t notice your coaster had not made it into your bag, but onto the floor instead. As you rushed out of the door, Chris saw the scribbled coaster on the floor. He picked it up and rushed out to look for you but you were gone, he sighed and glanced down at the tightly filled square. He smiled when he saw what you were working on, it wasn’t because he understood what you were writing- it was because your notes were visually appealing; your handwriting was cute and neatly printed, and everything was color coded. The best part about that small card was your doodles, the girl with the Oscar catching his eye. He didn’t know if he’d ever see you again or if he’d ever have the chance to return it to you, but he was definitely going to hold onto it just in case.
• • • • • • • •
You poked at your salad and sighed; your appetite completely gone after realizing you’d lost the coaster you’d scribbled your ideas on. You could probably remember some of what you wrote but it wasn’t going to be as good as it was the first time. You sighed again and heard Kevin chuckle; you looked up and winced when you realized you were being a total bummer.

“Sorry Kevin,” you chuckled softly. “I’m not being good company, am I?” He chuckled and shrugged, not wanting to agree with you because he didn’t want to hurt your feelings. “I just-” you huffed. “There were some really good ideas on that coaster and-” You cut yourself off, groaning. “I should’ve just written it in my phone like I usually do but I just bought these really cool pens and- You know what,” you cut yourself off. “It’s fine, I’ll come up with something else.”

“I’m sure you will, and I’m certain it’ll be better.” Kevin tried to comfort you. “Your parents called me the other day,” he began and you rolled your eyes, biting back your knowing smile. “Hence why we’re having lunch,” he continued with a light chuckle. “They’re worried about you, Y/N.”

“Of course they did,” you chuckled. “Why else would a busy man like you schedule a lunch with me when you’ve got a Captain America movie to make?” You quizzed and he chuckled. “I’m perfectly fine, Kevin. I’ve just been too busy with work to call or fly home.”

“Or socialize in any way,” he added and you sighed because you’ve heard it all before. “Y/N, you’re a successful twenty-four year old screen wright in Hollywood. You are constantly being invited to red carpet events and after parties with actors and directors and producers who could be perfect for you. Just pull yourself away from your laptop, put on a dress and go meet a guy.”

“My parents seriously called you to tell me to get a boyfriend?”

“I was the only one in the neighborhood,” he shrugged then smiled when you chuckled. “I care about you, kid. I want to see you happy, and though I know your work makes you happy- you need more than work. You’re twenty-four but you won’t be forever, it’s time you start thinking about your future.” You opened your mouth to protest but he cut you off, “personal life wise, not career wise.”

“Fine,” you chuckled. “If it’ll make all of you feel better, I’ll start looking for the love-” You were cut off when a oddly familiar male voice called out. You and Kevin looked up and you realized why you found the voice so familiar, it was Chris Evans; otherwise known as the actor who dawned the role of Captain America.

“It’s you,” Chris smiled at you- much to your confusion- as he strolled over with Robert Downey Jr.; he and Kevin looked about as confused as you because you’d never met Chris Evans before. “Who would’ve thought I’d run into you here.”

“You know him, Y/N?” Robert asked you with narrowed eyes.

“I know he’s Captain America but- I’ve never met him before,” you answered. “I’m sorry, have we met?” You asked Chris; he shook his head, chuckling. “But you know me?” You asked, the confusion increased in your voice.

“Yeah,” Chris nodded. “And I think this belongs to you.” He passed the coaster over to you and you face lit up, making Chris smile. “I didn’t fold it ‘cause you look like the kind of person who would find a crease annoying.” You looked up at him and chuckled. “I didn’t think I was going to run into you so soon though.”

“And I didn’t think I was ever going to see my coaster again, let alone have Captain America bring it to me,” you told him with a light laugh. “I was a little lost without this, it’s kind of my next project. So thank you,” you nodded gratefully at him.

“Save the thank you for your Oscar speech,” Chris responded and you were slightly taken aback by his vote of confidence considering he didn’t know anything about you. “I don’t know what you’re writing but- I have a feeling it’s going to be a winner.”

“Just like this pairing,” Kevin mumbled under his breath, smiling at you and Chris; Robert had the same knowing smile on his face as he glanced between the two of you. The two of you would’ve noticed if you weren’t so busy smiling at each other. “Why don’t you two join us for lunch?”
• • • • • • • •
“Who would’ve thought that one lunch would change our whole lives?” You asked Chris as he rested his hand on the swell of your belly, smiling. “And add another life to this world.” You rested your hand on top of his, both your wedding rings glistening in the sunlight.

“Me,” he said softly. “I knew from the moment I laid eyes on you that you were going to change my entire life,” he told you and you felt your eyes well with tears. “I was going to hunt you down with that coaster, like Prince Charming hunted Cinderella down with the glass slipper. You were something special, Y/N. I didn’t have to know you to know that, I could feel it.”

“You know I’m meant to be the writer in the relationship, right?” You quipped and he laughed. “I love you,” you told him as you leaned in, your lips inches away from his. “More than I’ll ever love another being.”

“Remember that when our son comes along,” he whispered then kissed you.

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