a gif set that needed to be done

Imagine Chris admitting you’re his celebrity crush.

A/N: This is a request from @unstainedlight and it took me forever to get to, I’m so sorry. But here it is, finally! It’s super cute and I’d a lot of fun writing it (as in I giggled a lot) Enjoy! X

You arrived on the ‘The Tonight Show with Jimmy Fallon’ set shortly after your husband, Chris. The two of you came in separate cars because you’d come from your movie set, whereas he came from the hotel you were put up in while working in New York; he wasn’t due to film ‘Avengers: Infinity War’ until May. Both you and Chris had been invited by Jimmy Fallon to do your own respective interviews on your upcoming movies and pending projects, or so the both of you thought. As it turned out, those reasons were just bait given to your publicists to get both of you on his set at the same time without raising suspicion; the man had something cheeky planned.

Jimmy had interviewed Chris numerous times now- one could say that they were friends, so Jimmy knew about Chris’ crush on you. He’d said numerous times now, in most of his interviews, that you were a beautiful actress he admired, with values, morals, and ethics that made him think very highly of you; or in short, that you were his celebrity crush. The thing that Jimmy didn’t know, however, was that they two of you were actually married. You’d met Chris in 2014 while having lunch with your friends, Emily Blunt and John Krasinski. Chris was a good friend of John’s who thought the two of you would hit it off, and you did almost immediately.

After that day, the two of you starting secretly dating under the media’s radar because neither of you wanted the stress that came with having your relationship in the limelight. Both of you had been in the industry for a while now, so you knew what it was like when you started dating someone. The constant scrutiny, the tabloids and the rumors, the analyzing of everything you do and say, the haters and cynics calling the relationship a publicity stunt and waiting for it to blow up- you didn’t want to deal with that. Those were the things that usually ended a Hollywood relationship which was the last thing you and Chris wanted, so things between the two of you were kept under a tight lid.

Your friends and family knew about the relationship, but everyone did as you both asked and kept what they knew to themselves. During your time as boyfriend and girlfriend, you attended all red carpet events alone and took no photos together so you wouldn’t risk revealing your relationship to the world. It was unpractical, difficult, and occasionally lonely, but it worked out. Of course you weren’t going to keep it a secret forever, at some point you were going to want to reveal to the world that you were with the best person you’d ever met; vice versa. You’d both agreed to keep things hush until things were more solidified, and now that the two of you were happily married- the relationship was to be revealed at your movie premiere which was in a week’s time. But perhaps Jimmy’s cheeky little plan to embarrass Chris would move that announcement up.

“Hey stranger,” you called as you caught Chris in your dressing room mirror; he was up first and was walking towards the stage. He poked his head in and shot you a smile which you reciprocated. “Good luck out there, Captain America,” you gave him a two finger salute which made him laugh as he disappeared around the corner with the stage manager.

“Oh my God,” your makeup artist, Arizona, let out the breath she was holding in. “He is so freaking handsome,” she said then chuckled when you laughed. “I’m so glad I’m not the one doing his makeup, I wouldn’t be able to focus.” You said nothing in response as you closed your eyes to let her finish doing your eyeshadow. “Are the two of you friends?”

“I guess,” you shrugged nonchalantly.

“You know you’re his celebrity crush, right?” She was grinning excitedly when you opened your eyes. “As a fan of both you and Chris Evans, I can say that the two of you would make such a great couple.” You had to bite the inside of your cheek to stop from laughing. “You two should really make a movie together, ‘cause that’d be amazing.”

“Yeah,” you nodded in agreement.

“Okay,” she sprayed your face with setting spray then tucked a stray hair in its place. “All done, Y/N. You look amazing as always,” she complimented with a sweet smile. “And as always, it’s been an honor to do your hair and makeup. If you ever need a permanent stylist, I’m your girl.”

“Thanks Arizona,” you smiled then saw the stage director enter the room through the mirror. “And that’s my cue,” you told her and rose to your feet. You followed the stage director towards the stage and watched the TV, waiting for Jimmy to introduce you and bring you out.

“So Chris, I’m not sure if you’ve seen the interview your buddy Sebastian did with James Cordon a while back.” Chris’ eyes narrowed slightly as he pondered; he watched most of the interviews his friends and cast mates did. “The one with his celebrity crush, Sharon Stone.” Jimmy reminded him; Chris laughed and nodded. “Well, taking a page out of Cordon’s book- I thought I’d bring your celebrity crush here tonight so you can have the same opportunity to try and win her over with your charm and good looks.”

“Oh God,” Chris laughed. “This is not going to end well, I can tell already.”

“Let’s give Y/N Y/L/N a hand,” Jimmy called and you walked out right on cue. Chris caught your eye and you both tried hard not to crack even though the smiles you had on your faces were enough to give your big secret away. “C'mon Chris,” Jimmy teased as he rose to his feet, joining the audience in giving you a standing ovation. “Get on your feet, give a good impression.”

“Right, sorry.” Chris jumped onto his feet and clapped for you until you got to his side. “Hi Y/N, it’s a pleasure to finally meet you.” He shook your hand then leaned forward to give your cheek a quick peck. “We’re going to blow this, aren’t we?” He whispered into your ear before pulling away; you subtly nodded in response.

“Hi everyone,” you waved at the audience and they cheered for you. “Oh wow,” you began addressing Jimmy as the three of you took your seats. “It is so good to be back here. How are you, Jimmy?” You asked and he laughed.

“I’m meant to be the interviewer here, Y/N,” he joked and you chuckled. “I’m great, and you look great too. The New York air must agree with you. You’ve been out here for a while now, right?” You nodded. “You’re filming your latest movie which takes place in Manhattan, are you having fun?”

“Crazy fun,” you nodded. “I love New York, it’s where I started my career and where some of my best friends live so- yeah, I’m having a lot of fun. New York’s basically like a third home to me,” you told him; beside you, Chris smiled because he knew you refer to LA- your hometown- as home and Boston- his hometown- as your second home.

“Third home?” Jimmy quizzed. “Isn’t the saying second home?” You nodded, chuckling softly. “Okay then, so if New York is your third home then- where’s your second home? I know LA is your hometown, so that’s number one. What’s number two?”

“Boston,” you answered, trying not to smile too widely as you glanced at Chris; he couldn’t hide his grin. “It’s um- it’s a place close to my heart, a lot of my friends are from Boston- like John Krasinski, and it’s also where I fell in-love actually, with a Bostonian.”

“You’re in-love?” Jimmy looked over at Chris and pressed his lips together. “Aw, that’s a bummer.” Both you and Chris laughed at that. “Here I was thinking I was going to set the two of you up 'cause you know, Chris- Captain America, is not shy about admitting who his celebrity crush is.” You chuckled softly as you nodded. “He’s from Boston too, so if you think he’s better than your current love- it wouldn’t be hard to jump ship. Right, Chris?”

“Well,” Chris winced, trying hard not to crack. “If she’s already in-love with someone else, y'know- I’m not going to interfere with that.” You bit the inside of your cheek, stifling your laughs. “If she were single, of course I’d go for it, but she’s in a relationship, man. I can’t do that to a brother,” he tried not to laugh as he said that.

“Think about this, Y/N,” Jimmy tried to sell your husband to you. “Chris is a fan of yours, he is practically in-love with you already.” You looked over at Chris and he nodded in agreement with Jimmy’s statement, holding a serious face that made you want to laugh. “And c'mon, how great can your current guy be compared to Captain America? I mean- the choice is simple, right? Right, guys?” He asked the audience and they cheered. “The two of you would be the new Brad and Angelina, minus the divorce 'cause you’re Chris’ celebrity crush and I doubt he’d do anything to risk losing you.”

“Oh, definitely not,” Chris agreed and you turned away, laughing. “I’d treasure you for the rest of my life, Y/N.” He took your left hand in his, lifting it into vision but hiding your wedding bands. “I’d love you in sickness and in health, for richer or poorer, till death do us part. But I think you already know that from when we exchanged wedding vows,” he said and revealed the wedding bands; everyone gasped, including Jimmy. “Yeah,” Chris began as you both turned to a stunned Jimmy, chuckling. “I didn’t need your help 'cause I already married my celebrity crush.”

“Oh my God,” Jimmy’s jaw dropped. “How- when- are you guys even- Wait, what?” He laughed, bouncing excitedly in his chair. “When did this even happen? I didn’t even know that you guys knew each other, let alone dated! And you’re married? What the fu-” he cut himself off, his smile wide. “That is amazing, wow! Congratulations, you two! Wow!” The audience cheered and clapped when Jimmy did. “This is exclusive right? No one knew before this moment?”

“Our friends and family know,” you told him, chuckling. “But no one else did, so yes. This is an exclusive on your show. I’m married to Chris Evans,” you said and Chris brought your entwined hands to his lips, kissing the back of your hand.

“Yup,” Chris grinned at you then turned to the camera, “I’m married to my celebrity crush.”

You’re Hurt

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Title: You’re Hurt

Pairing: Sam x Reader

Word Count: 950

Warnings: Injured reader, fluff

a/n: This was at the top of my request list, which probably means it’s been there for a while. So I apologize for taking so long on this request. I hope you all love this! Feedback is welcomed and appreciated! I love you all so much!! <3 <3

This was requested by anon: What about a Sammy Imagine? Like something where the reader gets hurt badly on a hunt Sammy (the boyfriend) takes care of you. Love you

There were countless times where your boyfriend Sam Winchester would come back from a hunt with injuries.  You never failed to take care of his wounds as best as you could.  Luckily there was rarely a time where any of you had to go to a hospital.  Unfortunately, this time when you came back from a hunt with Dean, you were the one who ended up getting injured.

You ignored Dean’s pleas and went straight to the shared room you had with Sam.  A dangerous hunt always made you think about what you had with Sam.  It refreshed the painful reminder that your lives were incredibly dangerous and unpredictable.  

When you pushed open the door, you limped inside the room.  You quickly gained Sam’s attention.  He moved from the bed, rushing to your side.  The younger Winchester grabbed your arm, letting you lean against the other.  Sam sat you down on the bed, grabbing the emergency first aid kit that you kept on the dresser.

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Hold my head inside your hands,
I need someone who understands.
I need someone, someone who hears,
For you, I’ve waited all these years.
For you, I’d wait ‘til kingdom come.
Until my day, my day is done.
And say you’ll come, and set me free,
Just say you’ll wait, you’ll wait for me.
In your tears and in your blood,
In your fire and in your flood   

( x

You were sure you were going to burn a rut into the floor with your pacing back and forth. The thing was no matter what you did you couldn’t calm down. You were on edge because your boyfriend was having his knee surgery done and while yes you were there in the hospital waiting for him, you were not allowed into his surgery even though you were a nurse. It was a “conflict of interest” they said and with that you had almost caused a scene in the middle of the hospital. Niall turning to you and placing a soft kiss on your forehead telling you “everything will be fine love, I’ll be out before ya know it and ya can be me nurse and take care of me after!” was the only thing that stopped you from doing so.

The sound of footsteps drew you out of your thoughts. You stopped pacing and looked up just in time to see a doctor approach you. “Miss? You’re here with Niall Horan correct?”

“Yes. Is he okay? Things went okay right? Can i see him” You realized you were rambling and chuckled a bit to yourself. “Sorry I’m just really on edge”

The doctor chuckled himself and led you over to a seat. “He’s just fine, still a bit groggy. You can go in and see him. Once he’s woken up a bit more and papers are signed you’re free to take him home”

Niall hadn’t taken long to wake up more from the anesthesia and not long after you two were pulling into the driveway. Once you parked the car you turned to Niall. He looked so peaceful as he had fallen asleep on the ride home. His head was smushed against the window and soft snores were coming out of him. You hated to wake him but you were sure he’d be more comfortable inside, in a bed.

“Ni…Niall” You ran your hand through his hair, scratching at his head a bit. He mumbled to himself and opened his eyes. He turned his head toward you, blinking his sleepy eyes, and yawned. “Babe we’re here, how about we get you inside and all cozy in bed.”

He just shook his head yes and leaned back against the window. You giggled and got out the car to grab the wheelchair and bring it over to his side of the car. Getting Niall into the wheelchair and into bed was quite of a challenge but you had successfully done so. He was now sat in bed with some pillows propping him up. You took a seat on the edge of the bed next to him, grabbed his hand and ran your thumb back and forth across his hand. “How are you feeling babe? Any pain? Anything you need?”

Niall turned to you and gave you a soft smile.
“I’m just fine love. No pain at all, ya know being a strong man and all. Id be set to just watch some golf and maybe eat some food. I’m starving! Since your my nurse and all would ya be so kind as to make me some food?” He gave you a big cheesy grin and chuckled.

You just rolled your eyes and smiled. “I guess I could do that. Remote is next to you so you can turn on golf. Your medication is on the nightstand as is a glass of water to take them with. Do not, I repeat, do not even attempt to move or get out of bed. If you need me holler okay?” You leaned over and ruffled his hair and gave him a soft peck on the cheek.

Niall grabbed your hand as you pulled away and pulled you back to him. He gave you a soft sweet kiss on the lips and gave you a smile. “Thank ya love, don’t know what I’d do without ya.”

You just blushed and left the room smiling like a fool. You went into kitchen and began making Niall some food. As you were heading back into the bedroom with Niall’s food you heard him grumbling to himself.

“Damnit. Why are ya so far away?!” You giggled silently to yourself as you walked into the room. There was Niall leaning over to the nightstand struggling to reach the glass of water. “Having trouble love?”

Niall huffed and stopped reaching once he heard your voice. He looked up at you and frowned. “Why is the nightstand so far away? I was jus trying to take these two pills but I can’t reach me water” He held open his hand to show the two pills he had mentioned.

“Niall James Horan what do you think you’re doing?! You can’t take two of these! You’re only supposed to take one every 4-6 hours!” You huffed, placed his food down on the bed and grabbed the two pills out of his hand. You placed one pill back into the bottle and handed him the water and pill.

“Oi! Why are ya yelling at me? I jus got me knee cut open!” He took the water and pill and looked up at you with puppy dog eyes.

“I’m just trying to make sure you stay alive babe. Taking two of these could of been dangerous. I’m not trying to yell at you, just trying to make sure you recover correctly. Im sorry if that makes me be a bit stern and such. It’s just how I get since it my job.” You sat on the bed next to him and gave him a small smile.

“I know love. And I love ya for it. And I am thankful for ya. Couldn’t of asked for a better person to take care of me. My own at home personal nurse.” He gave you a big cheeky smile and a wink then pulled you into his arms and rested his head on your shoulder.

“How about we eat and watch a movie? You can pick since you’re the patient” You giggled and got up to grab the food and remote. You sat the tray on Niall’s lap and snuggled in close to him. Niall flicked through the channels and finally stopped when he saw When Harry Met Sally" was on.

“Oi look love, it’s one of ya favorites! We can watch this one since it’s a good one and as a thank ya for taking care of me.” He turned to you with a smile on his face and planted multiple kisses all over your face. You giggled and swatted at him to stop even though you didn’t mean it.

You honestly loved him being goofy and already back to his normal self after such a long day. Plus you didn’t mind taking care of him at all. Yes being a nurse was your job, but it wasn’t why you didn’t mind taking care of Niall. You didn’t mind because he was your boyfriend and you loved him.

After he stopped attacking your face with kisses you shared a long sweet kiss. You rested your head on his shoulder and whispered in his ear “what would you do without me?”

You knew he was rolling his eyes you didn’t even have to look. You knew he really did appreciate all that you did for him, not just now but in general. Niall loved that you were always looking out for him, from making him his favorite meal to making sure he got plenty of sleep you always had his best interests at heart and he loved you for it.

Forever

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Title: Forever

Pairing: Gabriel x Reader

Word count: 1,106

Warnings: injured reader, angst, fluff

A/N: This was requested by anon! I hope you all enjoy this! Feedback is welcomed and appreciated! I love you all so much!! <3 <3

Gabriel knew he loved you the second he laid eyes on you.  However, he never came forward with his feelings, and neither did you.  The two of you loved each other and neither of you knew how the other felt.

When Sam, Dean, and Cas came back, Gabriel went from excited to horrified within a matter of seconds.  The Winchesters were leaning on each other as Castiel carried you in his arms.  Your clothes were soaked with blood.  He was sure most of it was your own, judging from the gashes on your arms.  

“What the hell happened,” Gabriel asked urgently, taking you from Castiel’s arms.  “Why didn’t you call for my help?”

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Please? Part 2

Author’s Note: I’m sorry these are so short! I tend to like shorter parts like this that all add up to one thing so that’s why I’m doing it this way! I still plan three more parts to this story, but I might add more once those are done!

This takes place around season 2, after Daryl is taken down by his own arrow. He’s rushed to Hershel, needing help taking the arrow out of his side. Now, you are spending more time with him, getting to know him after he shows you he wants something more.


  • A Daryl Dixon x reader drabble / series
  • Part One here
  • No warnings
  • 500ish words

A passes after you lay in that bed with Daryl Dixon. Not too much has changed, and not much will change. Daryl was Daryl, set in his ways. He was still an excellent hunter and tracker, still not too well liked by half of the group.

However, one thing does change. One thing changes for the good.

“Hungry?” You peek into Daryl’s tent to see him trying to read the book Andrea brought him a few days ago. He would occasionally pick it up only to put it right back down after five minutes of reading the same three words over and over again. “Carol and Lori are making soup.”

Daryl shifts his eyes from the page and looks at you, a small smile coming to his lips. “Naw. C’mere.” He wiggles his fingers and shuts his book, setting it aside for the time being.

You don’t hesitate. There’s this understanding between both of you. He wants nothing more than to have someone there for him, to hold, to assure him the world wasn’t completely lost. You zip the tent close and sit on the floor.

“You sure? When was the last time you’ve eaten?” You question him.

He lifts himself up best he could and leans against you, pressing the back of his head against your breasts for support. He grabs both of your hands and pulls them around himself, giving him a sense of security. “This mornin’.”

“I see.” You smile and let him play with your fingers as the day goes on.

Dark fell before either of you knew it. Daryl fell asleep a couple of times, whimpering about his side hurting. He wouldn’t have told anyone else, just you. You were the only one he felt safe around. You will never make fun of him for it.

“Daryl? Y/N, we have eggs.” Carl’s tiny voice can be heard outside of the tent.

“Thanks, Carl.” You kiss the top of Daryl’s head before he scoots off you, trying his best to sit up without any help. “Want any?”

There was a small pause before Daryl nods his head. “Please.”

With a smile on your face, you crawl out of the tent and make your way over to the fire. Everyone else was sitting around, chatting, having a good time. They all stop when they see you.

“She emerges.” Shane barks out a laugh, rubbing his hands on his thighs.

“I seem to be the only one that wants to take care of him.” You claim as you grab a plate and fix it up for the two of you.

“That’s not true.” Carol looks up from the book she was attempting to read and eat her eggs at the same time. “I would.”

“You seem rather close to him.” Rick shrugs a shoulder. He leans against a post and crosses his arms over his chest. His sheriff badge was shining in the light of the fire.

Retrieving a fork from the set Hershel gave the group, you then turn around toward Daryl’s tent. “I gave him a chance.”

Castiel’s Birthday Party

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Title: Castiel’s Birthday Party

Characters: Castiel x Reader, Sam, Dean

Word Count: 1,034

Warnings: fluff

A/N: This was requested by @emilyymichelle: Requests! Yay! Can you do a Cas x reader where the reader decides they need to throw Cas a birthday party since he’s never had one? :) I hope you all enjoy this! I love you all so much!

You were sitting at the kitchen table and Castiel plopped into the chair across from you.  Sam and Dean were still asleep so it was just you and the angel for the time being.  He seemed distracted, as if something was bothering him.  

“Cas is everything okay,” you asked, raising an eyebrow.  “You don’t seem like yourself.  What’s going on?”  

“You, Sam, and Dean all have birthdays,” Castiel began, fidgeting with his hands.  “On my way here I stopped to get gas and I saw birthday cards next to the counter.  There was a card that had a squirrel on it.  Its mouth was full of peanuts and inside was a generic, but witty birthday wish.”  Castiel paused, his blue eyes meeting yours.  “I found myself wondering what it would be like to get things like that for my birthday.  However, I don’t have a birthday.”

“I’m so sorry Cas,” you sympathized.  “How about-.”

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KAI PARKER FIC

BRUISES

 PT FOUR

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As winter settled in, the town was draped in a white quilt of snow, sparkling snowflakes fluttering down and engulfing everything it touched with cold. The girl held on to Kai Parker’s hand as she dragged him through the snow, boots sinking into the ground as a the heretic grumbled from behind her. He was wrapped in a big fluffy coat, similar to hers, and they both wore chunky boots with thick woolen socks. 

“I don’t understand the point,” Kai said for the millionth time.

“It’s beautiful,” the girl insisted, stopping in the middle of the snowy forest and turning to face Kai, “and isolated enough that nobody could catch us.”

“From doing what?” Kai gulped nervously.

“Magic,” the girl laughed in response, seeing that look melt off Kai’s face.

“Oh,” he chuckled, his head dipping down, snowflakes catching in his brown locks. He raised his head again, full lips split into that grin she loved.

The girl instantly smiled back, happy to see him happy.

“Show me,” she begged, bouncing on her tip toes with excitement.

Kai beamed with confidence, finally sure of something he couldn’t mess up. He took the girls hands in his and closed his eyes, an incantation tumbling off his lips as a shimmering orange globe engulfed their bodies. The orb that surrounded them seemed to make the snow bounce off of it, like they were wrapped in a warm little enclosure in the middle of the forest. Then, just for fun, Kai raised a clump of snow from the ground, making it float up to the girl’s head and fall in a halo shape around her hair, kind of like a crown of snowflakes, which suited her wonderfully.

“A crown for my princess,” Kai smiled with pride, letting her hands fall as they sat in their protective hideaway.

She laughed with glee, picking up on his ‘my.’

“I love it!” she said, wrapping Kai in one of her bear hugs. He sunk into her body, safe in her arms as he pulled himself tightly around her, her face buried in the crook of his neck. 

“I’m happy,” Kai said out of nowhere.

“And why’s that, Malachai?” the girl said as she pulled back.

“You.”

Her cheeks flushed red, heart going into overdrive as it always did when Kai spilled out sweet statements like that.

“I just, I’ve never really been happy before. I didn’t even know that was a feeling that could be felt so-so strongly,” he babbled. “And I’m really just, grateful to have you as my…friend.” he finished quietly, his lips bending downwards.

“What’s wrong?” she asked, picking up on the way his blue eyes now failed to meet her own.

“So I’m selfish,” Kai whispered to the ground.

She sat frozen, unblinking as Kai talked more to himself than her.

“I’m selfish because, even after everything you’ve given me it’s not enough.”

“Malachai-” she began softly.

“Wait,” Kai said, closing his eyes, blinking them back open to look at her. “I just need you to know it, even if it makes me an awful person for feeling the way I do. Because by some miracle, this kind, brave, and beautiful girl was let into my life, and as much as I tell myself not to feel, I can’t, not with you,” he said, his eyes glistening. “I tell myself there’s nothing more there, that I have it all, but I don’t, and I can’t stop hating myself for it. And it’s selfish because all this while I was trying to push you away, saying it was for you, but it was also for me, because I couldn’t let myself…” he trailed off.

“Let yourself what?” she murmured, raising a hand to Kai’s cheek, her eyes searching his, fingers spread over his skin.

“I couldn’t let myself love,” he finished.

A single tear rolled down his cheek, and he let it slide right off his face, his eyes steely as he stared at her, waiting for her to say anything, to do anything. So she did. She took in a shaky breath, and then she kissed him. And in that kiss, she didn’t have to say anything for Kai to understand how she felt just through the way her lips moved against his own. It was cautious, soft, and short. Her hands cupped his face as she held him there, the taste of Kai Parker being one that was unforgettable. And he was scared he didn’t know how to respond, making him freeze up for a moment, but soon he relaxed comfortably against her body as his lips hungrily fought back against her own, hating when she pulled away after only a second. She still held him like that, hand on either side of his face as she stared into those blue eyes, heart racing.

“I love you,” she said, “I need you to know that.”

“I do,” he responded, but said it with utter disbelief.

“Malachai, you’re so scared to let yourself feel, but you don’t have to put up those walls anymore, not with me,” she promised. “You’re not selfish,” she continued, “you’re human.”

His lips twitched as he looked her over in awe, “I love you.”

She placed her lips to his forehead, pulling back with a smile.

“And how does it feel?”

“Different,” he admitted. “There’s happy, and then there’s my heart is going to implode out of my chest happy.”

The girl burst out into a fit of giggles, to which Kai followed. When she was done, she lifted Kai up to stand beside her, turning her head to the side and instantly freezing over. Her throat closed up as she tapped frantically on Kai’s arm, not sure how to speak as she signalled to the ground. There, not far from them, was a set of footprints stomping through the snow, but no visible body to match it.

“Oh my god,” Kai breathed, “you need to run.”

“What? No!” she protested.

Kai clenched his jaw, hands grabbing at her shoulders as the girl turned invisible, her throat closing up as she was suddenly unable to speak.

“I’m doing it to keep you safe,” he whispered as the figure in the snow suddenly became visible.

“Father,” Kai growled, glaring daggers at Joshua Parker.

“Who are you here with?” Joshua responded flatly.

“Nobody,” Kai lied.

Joshua Parker grabbed at his sons wrists, pushing him back into the snow so that he went tumbling onto the ground, back flat as his father towered over him.

“I saw her, the girl,” he said quietly.

“I don’t know what you’re talking ab-”

Joshua brought his hand up and slapped Kai right across the face, unable to hear the cries of the girl who collapsed by his side but was unable to touch him.

“You can tell me where the girl who’s life you plan on ruining is, or I can find her myself,” he said, Kai shaking beneath him as he held his palm to his sore cheek.

“And then what?!” Kai spat, “you’ll take her out of my life so I can spend the rest of my life continuing to be outcast by my own family?!”

His father drew a slit in the air, a red gash drawing itself upon Kai’s neck, weakening him so he was unable to hold the spell around her. The invisibility charm that cloaked her vanished, and she was suddenly there, beside Kai, who’s fresh blood spilled off his neck and down into the snow, staining it ruby red. nothing on her side but the element of surprise, the girl aimed a fist at Joshua Parker and hit him square in the jaw. He collapsed onto the snow, and in the moment before he recovered, Kai’s arm seized the girl, and they were both gone.

Hush (PT. 1 Preview)

Summary: You’re an old family friend of SAMCRO, having been close with Jax during your teenage years. Things have changed over the years, and suddenly you’ve found old relationships rekindling. What happens when Jax gives you a job opportunity? And what happens when you come face to face with a familiar biker whom you’ve had an eye for since you were a teen?

A/N: I wasn’t playing y'all. This is just a small preview of part one. Any and all feedback is welcome since this fic is still in it’s trial stage, and is susceptible to changes. I’m still working things out (I’m not even sure if I’m gonna keep this title) but I was so excited, I had to get what I already had written, out. There will definitely be some Chibs in the next chapter. The story will take place from sometime during season one, and so on. I’m planning on this fic to be complex; angsty, heart pounding, funny, violent, and even sad at times and of course, the smut 😉
I hope you guys enjoy this tid-bit!

PS: Also working on the Shane oneshot, it’s halfway done!

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“Anarchism stands for liberation of the human mind from the dominion of religion; the liberation of the human body from the dominion of property; liberation from shackles and restraint of government. It stands for social order based on the free grouping of individuals.”

~ Emma Goldman

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You were set to start work at Teller-Morrow Automotive, helping Gemma keep the books. That would be the job the public saw, but you were also on staff as a medic, just in case someone ever needed to be patched up and Emergency Rooms weren’t an option. It was no secret to you what kind of life SAMCRO led, nor did it bother you. You respected it above all, always have. You had been a family friend for years, your father was apart of a different charter, but died when you were 5, you never knowing many details of it as your mom would never really discuss it with you. You also attended highschool with Jax, and Tara. You had always been close with them, having gotten arrested with them both a few times as teenagers, most notably the weapons charge, and a drunk & disorderly.

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I Keep my Promises - Fuck You Pt. 2

~NSFW JENSEN GIF BLURB~

Basically this is part two for THIS blurb: http://bringmesomepie56.tumblr.com/post/153793282875/fuck-you

“Cut!” Bob yelled from behind the camera.

Jensen smiled again, eyeing you up and down, licking his lips slightly, obviously still thinking about your teasing from earlier.

“We’re breaking for lunch people. See you in an hour,” Singer informed the crew, and Mark sauntered off with Jared disappearing from set leaving you and Jensen alone.

“What?” you chuckled, watching your husband carefully.

“You know exactly what,” Jensen growled, his hand on your hip as he grabbed you and turned you, pinning you against the fence behind him. His hand ran along your bare thigh, inching toward the top of your leg. “Were you telling the truth earlier or were you fucking with me?” he whispered into your ear as his hand slipped beneath the skirt you were wearing.

You breathed heavily as his soft hands inched closer to your aching core. “You’re gonna find out really soon,” you moaned, your head tossed back as he hiked your leg around his waist and continued to move his hand toward your center.

His fingers slipped between your folds, no barrier between him and what he wanted. He growled in response, nipping at your neck as he pressed himself firmly against you, the line of his erection pressing against your leg, two fingers slipping into your aching cunt.

“Damn, Y/N,” Jensen moaned as you rocked your hips onto his hand. He kissed you fiercely then looked around. You did the same as you held tight to
Him, continuing to rock on his fingers, soft moans escaping your lips.

Thankfully everyone had cleared the set. It was dark, and the two of you were alone.

“Time to hold come through on that promise. I’m going to fuck you right here,” Jensen said through gritted teeth, pulling his fingers from you and pushing up your skirt so that your ass was exposed to the coolness of the fence.

“Do it,” you begged, reaching for the button of his pants and deftly unbuttoning his jeans and sliding the zipper down carefully. He pushed the jeans over his hips so that his cock sprang free. He wrapped his large hand around it and ran it through the folds of your dripping pussy.

“Fuck,” he moaned as he coated himself with your juices. You moved your hands to his ass as his cockhead hovered over your entrance. You pushed gently, and Jensen sank into you with ease, his hips meeting yours, pressing firmly against your clit.

He lifted you then, and you grabbed onto the fence for support. He had a firm grip on your legs while still buried deep inside you. “Hang on, sweetheart,” he warned before lifting you almost all the way off of him and then slamming you back down on his aching cock.

His hips thrust forward each time he’d drag you back down on his cock, hitting your g-spot with accuracy. He searched out your lips as he pressed his body firmly against yours, his cock sliding in and out of you with an easy rhythm, stretching and filling you slowly. You moaned in his mouth as he slowly pounded you against the fence.

Your walls started to fluttered and Jensen reached between you, rubbing your clit furiously. The coil in your stomach snapped and you crashed over the edge, your orgasm nearly blinding you as you came hard on Jensen’s cock. You shook with the force of pleasure.

“That’s it,” he whispered as your legs shook against him. He thrust purposefully one last time before spilling deep inside you. He emptied himself entirely, his hips finally coming to rest against yours as your body felt like jelly, and you practically melted against him.

“Shit,” you laughed, your legs sliding to the floor. You weren’t sure you could walk to the trailer. “I’m gonna need a shower before filming,” you chuckled, the evidence of your love making settling between your legs.

Jensen tucked himself back in his jeans and wrapped his arm around your waist, guiding you back to the trailer.

“I’m pretty sure I can help with that too, Mrs. Ackles,” he said, kissing your forehead.

You leaned your head against his shoulder as you walked to the trailer. You could check fucking on that set off your to-do list, you thought. You couldn’t help but chuckle. There were still plenty of places on set you hadn’t done it, yet, but there was plenty more time for that.

Just One Bite Part 2

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Title: Just One Bite Part 2

Pairing: Dean x Reader, Nick (now douche canoe ex-boyfriend)

Word Count: 1,247

Warnings: angst/fluff

A/N: Here is the second part to this mini series! I hope you guys are enjoying this!! Feedback is welcomed and appreciated! Part 1—–Part 3

After Sam and Dean left, it was a quiet ride home.  The air was thick with tension.  You were starting to wonder why you were with Nick at all.  The two of you were complete opposites.  It was more apparent to you now that you weren’t happy anymore.

As soon as you shut the door to the apartment, you turned around to see Nick glaring at you.  His arms were crossed over his chest and his nostrils were flared.  At first you wanted to leave, but you couldn’t just leave.  You had things here that you needed and wanted.

“I hope you learned your lesson [Y/N],” Nick muttered, shaking his head.  “Maybe next time you won’t get yourself hurt.”

You rolled your eyes and brushed past Nick, going towards the bedroom.  You shut the door, locking it behind you.  Sadly, this wasn’t the first time you had done so.  You knew Nick would just stand on the other side of the door until you came out of the bedroom.  You grabbed a couple of bags from the closet and put them on the bed.

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Uh… what? This can’t be Hussie’s apartment across from Doc Scratch, we saw Ms. Paint paint it green ourselves! And anyway, Doc said this apartment belongs to a girl.

And what the fuck is Hussie doing with that fourth wall? Why is he folding it in half, and what does he need the meter yard stick for? What will a character see when they look through the fourth wall after he’s done setting this up? His cosplay game is as strong as ever, this time he appears to be a god tier hero of space.

Imagine cooking dinner for Chris at your apartment.

This is part 2, here’s part 1. You don’t really need to read part 1 to get into part 2, they’re one shots with a continuation between each one. It’s up to you which one you want to read. I’ll link any other parts I write in relation to this, just keep an eye out.

You stood over the stove and monitored your tomato and basil soup while Chris laid sprawled out on your sofa browsing your vinyl collection. You glanced over your shoulder at him and smiled; you were very happy with how things were progressing between you and him. He was surprisingly comfortable with you despite having only known you for a week, and in that week, the two of you had gone on three proper dates with tonight being said third. The dinner was supposedly meant to be the first date but you needed time to create a menu and he just couldn’t stay away.

“Yes!” Chris cheered excitedly and you narrowed your eyes in confusion, looking over at him. He held up the ‘The Little Mermaid’ record with a goofy grin on his handsome face. “You said you wanted to hear me sing every song on The Little Mermaid, right?” He asked rhetorically and you laughed, turning back to your soup. “Now’s your chance.”

He walked over to the record player and switched the record you had playing with his record of choice. The music to ‘Part of Your World’ started playing and the second Ariel’s voice came through, so did Chris’.

“Look at this stuff,
Isn’t this neat?
Wouldn’t you think my collection’s
Complete?” He sang and twirled his way over to you.

“Oh my God,” you laughed.

“Wouldn’t you think I’m the girl,
The girl who has everything?” He grabbed you by the waist and pulled your back into his front. You smiled, using your free hand to snake around his neck as you leaned into him; he pressed a soft kiss on your neck. “You smell ridiculously good for someone who’s been slaving away all day.” He whispered seductively, his lips sending vibrations into your skin.

“You promised you wouldn’t be distracting if I let you come earlier,” you reminded him and he chuckled softly then continued to nibble at your skin. “Chris,” you half-whined, half giggled. “Go do something productive.”

“Like you?” He teased then swatted your ass playfully before moving over to the island bench behind you. “What can I do?” He asked, slapping his hands together. “You’ve practically done everything already.”

That was true. You’d sorted out the desserts the day before because they needed time to set and unlike the rest of your dishes, they could be checked off and set aside. The starters and entrées you had gotten out of the way earlier in the day and you were nearly done with the mains, basically all you had to do was plate up. So you decided it was time to have your shower, change into that little black dress he was dying to see you in and apply some makeup so the real date could start.

“True.” You turned off the stove and removed your apron, setting it aside. “I better go get ready then. Can you give me about half an hour?” You asked, pulling your long hair out of its pony tail and letting it cascade over your shoulders.

“Take all the time you need,” he said then grinned. “Just know that the longer you take, the later we’ll start and the higher the chance of me spending the night here.” He winked and you chuckled softly, shaking your head. “You can use that information however you want, baby.”

“In that case…” You bit your lower lip flirtatiously and padded over to him, wrapping your arms around his neck. He smirked then watched your lips intently as you leaned in; just as he was about to kiss you, you moved inches away and whispered. “Let’s just start dinner now.”

He gave you a deadpan expression and you threw your head back laughing. “You’re hilarious,” he couldn’t help but break and smile. “Go shower,” he lightly patted your butt as you turned on your heel, “you dirty girl.”

“Right away, Cap,” you threw a wink at him over your shoulder then disappeared down the hallway.

Your shower was a lot shorter than usual, leaving the belting out of your favorite songs for another time. You walked out of your ensuite with a towel wrapped around you and you slipped on a matching set of bra and panties from Victoria’s Secret, just in case Chris ended up spending the night. You grabbed your black lace dress that you’d laid out on your bed and put it on in front of a mirror so you could check yourself out; you had to make sure there weren’t any loose threads or weird creases.

You used dry shampoo in your hair then lightly curled the ends before working on your face. You kept it simple with a little bit of concealer and foundation, a swipe of blusher and mascara, then your signature red lip. You didn’t like using too much makeup, you believed it was only there to enhance your natural beauty which you were definitely blessed with. You accessorized yourself with simple pieces of jewelry; a pair of teardrop shaped diamond earrings, your silver charm bracelet which you’d since forever, and your lucky clover necklace that you never took off unless you were showering. Sliding your feet into your black stilettos, you made your way back out to join Chris.

He heard you coming with your heels clicking softly against your hardwood floor and echoing around your Manhattan loft. He saw you before you did him and he felt the air knocked out of his lungs. You caught his bright blue eyes then blushed when you saw how his smile was filled with adoration; he opened his mouth to speak but nothing seemed to have escaped.

“Stop looking at me like that,” you giggled.

“Like what?” His smile widened and he made his way over to you, taking your hands in his. “Like you’re the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen?” He asked rhetorically but you nodded anyway. “I wish I could but- you are the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen.”

“You’ve work with Scarlett Johansson and Haley Atwell and Elizabeth Olsen and- a bunch of other very beautiful actresses,” you chuckled softly. “As much as I’d like to believe you, I can assure you I am not.”

“Are you calling me a liar?” He playfully poked you in your cheek, right where your dimple was. You giggled and he smiled, pressing a kiss on your forehead. “You are the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen,” he told you when he cupped your face with one hand. “I don’t care who I’ve worked with, I stand by that and I will as long as I’m alive.”

“You keep talking like that and we won’t make it to the dinner table,” you joked.

“Well-” he chuckled softly, “dessert doesn’t need to happen at the dinner table and it doesn’t need to happen at the end of the dinner. I’m a more non-traditional kind of diner, I prefer my sweets before my savory.” You laughed, knowing exactly what he was getting at. “And I see something particularly sweet that I’d like to have right now.” He walked you back into a wall and pinned you against it with his body. “What do you say, chef?” His hands gripped at your waist and you voluntarily jumped up, letting him lift you onto his hips. “Can we bend the rules a little bit?” He asked, smirking as your arms snaked around his neck.

“Only for you, Captain.”


In the process of writing part 3, be patient with me. X

Part 3 is done!

The Docks

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Title: The Docks

Pairing: Gibbs x Reader

Word Count: 963

Warning: angst & fluff

A/N: This wasn’t requested, but the song Anchor by Novo Amor inspired me to write this! I hope you all enjoy this! Feedback is welcomed and appreciated! <3 <3 I love you all so much! <3

You sat on the dock, letting the wind brush through your hair.  You often came to the docks when you were stressed or when you needed to think.  This time it was both.  The breeze felt refreshingly cool against your skin after a warm fall day.  The sky was painted with colors from pink, to a light orange.  It made the walk from the office worth it.

A pair of footsteps could be heard on the wooden planks behind you, but you didn’t look behind you.  There was something captivating about the calmness of the water.  The evening sky distracted you from the troubles of today.

“[Y/N],” Gibbs mumbled, placing a hand on your shoulder.  “You shouldn’t be out here by yourself.  We have a murderer still running around.”

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I’m putting the @naknicromo challenge on hyper speed because I missed a bunch of days.

Day 13: tools of the trade 

I haven’t found a case better than my brother school geometry set he abandoned years ago. It’s got everything I need for on the go!

Other than that, my needles go into a little zip bag with moths on it, and my yarn goes into my wrist bags. 😊😊😊

Day 16: dream project

I would really love to make a sweater. That’s my ultimate goal. I feel like once I’ve done that I will become a level 10 wizard.

Day 17: dream tools

My crochet hooks and needles are a patchwork of different brands so my dream tools would be a set of clover hooks and knit picks needles 😆😆

I Can’t Wait to Hear You Scream PT. 27

Summary: Revenge is sweet.

Note: Violence. Torture. Blood. Beginnings of smut.

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“She was a monster, but she was my monster.” - Jeanette Winterson

“Whoever fights monsters should see to it that in the process he does not become a monster. And if you gaze long enough into an abyss, the abyss will gaze back into you.” - Friedrich Nietzsche

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You followed behind Negan as best as you as he lead the way down to the cells.
Your leg was still bothering you, but you were managing to brush the pain off, not wanting to fall behind and have Negan get annoyed with you because you couldn’t keep up.
Ocassionally, he would slow down, looking back to make sure you were still close behind him with an expressionless look on his face.

You made sure you kept up with him the rest of the way.
Once you got down to the familiar corridor, you saw Dwight standing.outisde of the door, guarding it.

“Open that fucker up.” Negan said pointing Lucille at the door to the small room Randy was in.

Dwight nodded and took a ring of keys out of his pocket, unlocking the door.

“Dwight, why don’t you go check on Daryl. I’m sure he could be put to some fuckin’ use today.” Negan said motioning his head towards the outside door.

Dwight looked to you then back and Negan, “Sure, boss.” He said as he headed for the door.

You walked up the the door next to Negan, getting eager to go in, “Well?” You asked, looking back to him.

Negan smirked and put his hand on the doorknob, “Relax, darlin’. That fucker isn’t going anywhere. Besides, before I fuckin’ forget, I have something of yours.”

“What?” You said curiously as you looked back at him.

He adjusted Lucille on his shoulder as he looked at you and reached a hand down into the waistband of his pants.
You sighed and started to roll your eyes at him, thinking he was about to be very innapropriate, “Negan..”

He chucked and shook his head, “Trust me darlin’, I fuckin’ wish it was that, but it’s not.” He said as he pulled out a gun, handing it over to you, “I think this sweet ass eagle belongs to you.”

You took it from his hands, smiling as you bit your lip, looking down at the desert eagle.
You were happy to have it back, it was your prized possession.
This gun was to you as Lucille was to Negan.

“Fuck. You found it?” You said happily, pulling out the magazine to see it was loaded.

Negan nodded, “Yeah, it was found when the boys emptied the goddamn camp of supplies.”

“Glad it was found. Figured i’d never see it again.” You said, sticking it down into your own waistband.

Negan bit his lip as he looked you up and down, “Gotta fuckin’ say I’m glad to see it back. Seeing you with a weapon makes it hard to not wanna fuck you.” He said as he walked up closer to you, looking down at you.

You looked back up to him with a smirk as he backed you up into the wall.

“Damn, I didn’t know that’s all it took.” You smiled.

“Doesn’t fuckin’ take much at all for me to wanna fuck your brains out, darlin’.” He growled seductively, licking his lips.

You could feel your body temperature rise at his words, and you took in a deep breathe as you were getting turned on my his intimidating presence over you.
You both stared at each other, the sexual tension was was always obvious between the both of you.
It had become a normal thing between the two of you.

He had a dark look in his eyes and a seductive smirk on his face.
And you always knew that when he gave you that look, he wanted to throw you down and screw you until you couldn’t stand.
You bit your lip, and made yourself snap out of your lustful staring contest with him.

You turned your head to the door, “We going in?”

He cleared his throat and backed up, putting his hand on the doorknob again, “You fuckin’ ready for this, darlin’?”

“Oh, you have no idea.” You said plainly as you shifted your eyes to him.

He licked his lips, giving you a wink as he pushed the door open and walked in first, turning on the light to the room.

“Rise and fuckin’ shine, asshole.” Negan taunted with a proud smile as he prowled into the room, much like the way a wold does when it stalks it’s prey.

But you always found that to be sexy about Negan, he could command a room without talking. Simple movement he did coukd strike fear into the hearts of people, but all it did for you was make you want him even more.

You walked in behind him and saw Randy sitting on the ground, his knees were brought up to his chest and he had been stripped of his clothes.
He had a chain around his midsection and neck, you could tell they were cutting into him.
You smiled to yourself, now he was experiencing what you had to go through.
You knew this had to be Negan’s idea, he wanted Randy to suffer like you had, but Negan wanted to make it ten times worse on him, and you had no complaints over that.

He looked up at the both of you, his face swollen and almost unrecognizable.
It seemed that Negan had found a way to get his anger out.
Negan gave him a menacing smile as he stood over him, and Randy didn’t dare speak a word.

“Figured I’d bring the lovely wife in here for a little fuckin visit.” Negan smiled, as he stood over him.

Randy blinked and looked over to you evily, “How’s that leg, sweetheart?”

You gritted your teeth and limped forward to face him.
He smiled as he saw the damage that he and Mark caused.
Negan seeing this, gave him a swift kick to the stomach, making Randy bend over, sucking in a pained breathe.

“I wouldn’t fuckin’ find it amusing if I were you, you little prick.” Negan growled, leaning over him, holding Lucille behind him.

You smirked, “It’s cool, Negan.”

He looked back to you with a scowl on his face, “Not in my fuckin’ book, darlin’.”

You nodded and approached Randy closer as he lifted his head up to you, “Bitch, you should be dead.”

Negan tightened his grip on Lucille as he towered over Randy, you held a hand out to him, signaling him not to do anything.
He let out a grunt as he looked over to you, and shook his head, not wanting to back down, but doing it anyway.

“Yeah, I probably would be dead if someone more qualified tried to kill me.
You’re a fuckin’ pussy.” You said, looking down at him.

He smiled and leaned back against the wall, “Pussy.. That’s funny, last time I checked I was almost inside yours.”

You narrowed your eyes at him and suddenly lifted your good leg up and slammed your boot down into his bare crotch.
He let out a loud gasp and clenched his jaw and squirmed, trying to get you off of him.
Negan laughed and clapped his hands on Lucille.

“Goddamn, look at her!” He praised you as he leaned back against the wall.

“You’re such a fucking cunt!” Randy said through gritted teeth.

“Maybe I am. What’s wrong, you don’t like this? Do you feel violated, Randy?” You asked, giving him a sinister smile.

You were starting to feel the familiar urge to see some blood.
You reached down to pull your gun from your waistband and finally pulled your foot off him.
Randy grabbed onto himself tightly and made more groans of pains before he looked up to you with the gun.

“So what, you’re gonna kill me?” He growled in a pained voice.

You cooked the gun and shook your head slowly, “With this gun? No.”

You aimed it at his leg and let out a shot.

The sound of it range out loudly through the room, making your ears ring, but you didn’t pay it much attention.
Randy screamed and grabbed onto his leg as the blood began to pour out.

“SHIT! BITCH!” He bellowed out, gripping his leg tightly.

Negan walked up to you, rubbing one of his ears and smiled, “Shit darlin’, you could have gave me a goddamn fuckin’ warning.”

“Here’s your warning.” You said quickly as you pulled the trigger, shooting Randy in his other leg.

His screams of pain were even louder now as he rocked back and forth, knocking his head into the walk and cursed you each time he did.
You smiled in satisfaction, torturing someone who had caused you so much pain was becoming an amazing feeling.
You almost understood why Negan did such things.

Negan smiled as he licked his lips and gripped your shoulder, “Damn. You see this shit, Randy?”

Randy didn’t pay any attention, he was beginning to panic with the blood pooling on the floor, and he breathed heavily.
Negan grimaced and reached down to grab him by the face, “I said do you fuckin’ see this shit, motherfucker?!”

Randy nodded violently as Negan had a tight grip on his face, digging his fingers into his already black eye.

“Good. You should fuckin’ watch, I know you can definitely fuckin’ feel this goddamn shit. I know I’m enjoying the fuck out of watching her fuck your world up.” Negan spat, as he pushed Randy’s head violently against the wall.

Negan backed up and slung Lucille over his shoulder, “This is what the fuck happens when you disobey every goddamn rule that has been fuckin’ set in place. You’re gonna fuckin’ pay for everything you’ve done and especially for the shit you’ve done to her.” He said as he clenched his jaw, pointing to you.

You walked over to Negan and put your hands on his chest and he looked back down at you, licking his lips, “ Yes, babydoll?”

You bit your lip, “I need to borrow something of yours.”

You ran your hands down his chest, he smirked as your hands got lower.
You felt the cool leather of his jacket under your fingertips.
You could hear Randy still breathing heavily behind you, gasping for air.
Your got down to Negan’s belt and ran a hand across it to side.

Negan bit his lip, keeping his eyes on you.
You smiled back up to him as your hand reached the handle of the large hunting knife Negan always kept at his side.
You pulled it slowly out of the sheath and Negan breathed in as he watched you, you could tell liked watching you be so ruthless.

“I’ll give it back.” You said in a low tone.

“Take all the fuckin’ time you want.” He said, cutting his eyes to you.

You turned back to Randy and kneeled down, ignoring the pain in your leg as you did so.
His eyes met your and they were glossy and pupils were dilated from the trauma.

You smiled at him.

“I really hope you don’t want me to feel sorry for you.” You said, rolling your eyes, gripping onto the knife.

“Go fuck yourself.” He grunted, trying to spit at you, like you had done him.

You dodged it just in time and nodded your head as you kept looking at him.
You gripped the knife tight and sighed before plunging it between his legs.
The next set of screams that came from his mouth were nothing like the ones from earlier, they were almost primal as he writhed against the wall.

“Jesus fuckin’ Christ.” Negan called out in surprise, you could tell that was something he never expected, as he leaned against the wall letting out a laugh, “Never have I fuckin’ ever seen any shit quite like that.”

You plunged the knife in deeper and Randy could barely move he was frozen where he was, in total shock.
Blood was pouring all over the floor now as Randy gasped uncontrollably.

“Does that hurt? Because I hope it does.” You said, as you spit on him.

You pulled the knife out of him and he screamed even more as it continued cutting him, once it was out you used his leg to wipe off the blood from it.
You tried to stand up as best you could and Negan took a hand under your arm to help pull you the rest of the way up.

“Fuck darlin’, I think you nearly cut his goddamn dick off.” Negan said with a playful sneer as he pointed to Randy with the bat.

“Good enough.” You said as you stuck the back into the sheath on his side, “I’m done. Are you gonna a let him bleed out or what?”

He shook his head, “Fuck no. Lucille wants a turn. She’s fuckin’ thirsty today.” He said holding the bat up to his face.

You smiled and backed up in the other side of the wall, you had seen how violently Negan used Lucille, so you knew to give him as much space as needed.
Randy was still managing to hang on, but seemed to be getting weak, so Negan had to make his move quick, and he did waste any time.

He stood of Randy with a wicked smiled, “This might fuckin’ hurt.” He said happily as he raised Lucille and brought her down on his head with a great force.

You had never sent him put that much force into a blow from Lucille.
Negan began to get angry all over again as he based Randy’s head in, his skull splitting open to reveal the insides.
The crossed your arms against the wall, there had been times where it had been somewhat hard to watch Negan use lucille, but this wasn’t on of those times, you watched with complete interest, but after what this man had done to you and what he wanted to do to Negan, it actually made you happy to see him have such a horrible demise.
If anybody every deserved this kind of treatment, it was him.

After about 20 rage filled blows, Negan finally quit, he backed of him, grunting and sweaty.
He slicked his now messy hair back with a bloody hand and breathed heavy, putting Lucille on his shlukder, he turned to you and you both locked in a stare.
It was weird, but you coukd feel that usual sexual,tension reach a peek, you both stared at each other, breathing heavily.
You balled you fist as you looked back at him, filled with lust and he stared back in the same manner.
It was a scenario that shouldn’t have turned either of you on, but it did.

Negan rushed up to you, pushing you back against the wall, pushing his lips into yours and sticking his tongue in your mouth as you bit back at him, kissing eachother roughly, he grabbed the side of your face - a little too roughly- but you didn’t care. It was beginning to feel good.
He bit at your lip, letting his free hand, roam over your body before it found the edge of your shirt and he began to go under your shirt, feeling the warmness of his skin on yours made small moan escape your lips.

He grunted and pulled back to look at you, “Fuckin’ follow me, now.” He said in a seductive growl.

You nodded obidiently, and followed behind him out of the room, you made sure to close the door, leaving the bloody mess behind and out of tour thoughts.

“What about that mess?” You said, looking at him as he had a grip on your shoukder, pulling you with him.
You had forgotten about your leg and could still feel the pain, but not wanting to fall behind.

“Fuck it. It’s Dwight’s. That’s not what’s on my goddamn mind right now.” He growled again, shifting his eyes to you, roaming over your body.

He took you back out into the yard and over to the armory storage where all the weapons were kept, he pushed the door open to it, where a few of the men were putting new weapons away, they all looked to Negan and started to kneel as they saw him.

“Get the fuck out.” Negan said in a hasty tone, gripping onto your shoulder.

“But we haven’t finished.” One of them men protested, putting a gun away.

Negan walked in and narrowed his eyes, “I said your down for fuckin’ now. Now get the fuck out of my goddamn inventory.”

The man nodded quickly and he and the other men left the room fast.
Negan slammed the door shit and put Lucille on one of the shakes before lifting you up onto a table in the middle of the room, spreading your legs to get himself between them as he pulled onto your short, planting rough kisses onto your nwck, you ripped his jacket off his shoulders, feeling the muscles flex each time he moved. You bit your lip as he ran his tongue lightly over the spot on your neck where the chain had bruised you, it felt amazing.
You groaned as he ran a hand under your shirt and you placed a hand on his chest.

“Negan, literally everyone will probably hear this.” You said, stopping him momentarily.

He breathed and licked his lips, “Then try to be fuckin’ quiet, darlin’. But shit, I fuckin’ love hearing those fuckin’ moans you make, and that they know I’m fuckin’ the hell out of you.” He grolwed, crashing his lips to yours.

“Fuck it.” You rolled your eyes playfully, and pulled him closer to you.

“That’s my goddamn girl.” He growled back.

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Arya was always meant to be a Water Dancer. That was always her path. 

DredgenWard posited a great theory/argument that could be revealed in the upcoming episode.

I’ve always had a problem with the way the Faceless Men seemed to reward Arya for failing to follow orders by advancing her to the next stages of training. It wasn’t until the other day when I rewatched S6E06 “Blood of my Blood” that Arya never stopped her water dancing lessons with Syrio Forel/Jaqen H'ghar, and just completed her final test.

“Just so. Opening your eyes is all that is needing. The heart lies and the head plays tricks with us, but the eyes see true. Look with your eyes. Hear with your ears. Taste with your mouth. Smell with your nose. Feel with your skin. Then comes the thinking, afterward, and in that way knowing the truth.”

“Just so,” said Arya, grinning. (Arya IV AGOT)


This is a water dancer’s greatest tool, but also the hardest to learn to use. Arya’s blindness allowed her to learn how to uses these physical senses to understand the world around her. The montage with the Waif fighting Arya in the show was a good depiction of Arya learning to use her senses to compensate for the lack of sight, but Blind Beth in ADWD also provides an example of the way Arya has begun to use all of her senses together to make sense of her world.

The blind girl rolled onto her side, sat up, sprang to her feet, stretched. Her bed was a rag-stuffed mattress on a shelf of cold stone, and she was always stiff and tight when she awakened. She padded to her basin on small, bare, callused feet, silent as a shadow, splashed cool water on her face, patted herself dry. Ser Gregor, she thought. Dunsen, Raff the Sweetling. Ser Ilyn, Ser Meryn, Queen Cersei. Her morning prayer. Or was it? No, she thought, not mine. I am no one. That is the night wolf’s prayer. Someday she will find them, hunt them, smell their fear, taste their blood. Someday.

She found her smallclothes in a pile, sniffed at them to make sure they were fresh enough to wear, donned them in her darkness. Her servant’s garb was where she’d hung it—a long tunic of undyed wool, roughspun and scratchy. She snapped it out and pulled it down over her head with one smooth practiced motion. Socks came last. One black, one white. The black one had stitching round the top, the white none; she could feel which was which, make sure she got each sock on the right leg. Skinny as they were, her legs were strong and springy and growing longer every day. She was glad of that. A water dancer needs good legs. Blind Beth was no water dancer, but she would not be Beth forever. (The Blind Girl, ADWD).



The purpose of training potential water dancers in the guise of the Faceless Men is to find out if the student’s personal identity is strong enough to keep true to who you are despite what face you’re wearing and who you’re pretending to be. The result of each of Arya’s attempts to become “no one”, is an even deeper connection to her true identity.

Winterfell, she might have said. I smell snow and smoke and pine needles. I smell the stables. I smell Hodor laughing, and Jon and Robb battling in the yard, and Sansa singing about some stupid lady fair. I smell the crypts where the stone kings sit, I smell hot bread baking, I smell the godswood. I smell my wolf, I smell her fur, almost as if she were still beside me. “I don’t smell anything,” she said, to see what he would say.

“You lie,” he said, “but you may keep your secrets if you wish, Arya of House Stark.” He only called her that when she displeased him. “You know that you may leave this place. You are not one of us, not yet. You may go home anytime you wish.”

“You told me that if I left, I couldn’t come back.”

“Just so.”

Those words made her sad. Syrio used to say that too, Arya remembered. He said it all the time. Syrio Forel had taught her needlework and died for her. “I don’t want to leave.”



Arya believes she needs to become “no one” to become a Faceless Man, but what she doesn’t realize is the Faceless Men are called “no one” because they are the dead bodies whose faces are added to the Hall. Her teacher is displeased because Arya refuses to say what what she’s thinking instead of what she thinks he wants her to say.

“Watching is not seeing, dead girl. The water dancer sees. Come, put down the sword, it is time for listening now.”

She followed him over to the wall, where he settled onto a bench. “Syrio Forel was first sword to the Sealord of Braavos, and are you knowing how that came to pass?”

“You were the finest swordsman in the city.”

“Just so, but why? Other men were stronger, faster, younger, why was Syrio Forel the best? I will tell you now.” He touched the tip of his little finger lightly to his eyelid. “The seeing, the true seeing, that is the heart of it.

"Hear me. The ships of Braavos sail as far as the winds blow, to lands strange and wonderful, and when they return their captains fetch queer animals to the Sealord’s menagerie. Such animals as you have never seen, striped horses, great spotted things with necks as long as stilts, hairy mouse-pigs as big as cows, stinging manticores, tigers that carry their cubs in a pouch, terrible walking lizards with scythes for claws. Syrio Forel has seen these things.

"On the day I am speaking of, the first sword was newly dead, and the Sealord sent for me. Many bravos had come to him, and as many had been sent away, none could say why. When I came into his presence, he was seated, and in his lap was a fat yellow cat. He told me that one of his captains had brought the beast to him, from an island beyond the sunrise. ‘Have you ever seen her like?’ he asked of me.

"And to him I said, 'Each night in the alleys of Braavos I see a thousand like him,’ and the Sealord laughed, and that day I was named the first sword.”

Arya screwed up her face. “I don’t understand.”

Syrio clicked his teeth together. “The cat was an ordinary cat, no more. The others expected a fabulous beast, so that is what they saw. How large it was, they said. It was no larger than any other cat, only fat from indolence, for the Sealord fed it from his own table. What curious small ears, they said. Its ears had been chewed away in kitten fights. And it was plainly a tomcat, yet the Sealord said 'her,’ and that is what the others saw. Are you hearing?”

Arya thought about it. “You saw what was there.”

“Just so. Opening your eyes is all that is needing. The heart lies and the head plays tricks with us, but the eyes see true. Look with your eyes. Hear with your ears. Taste with your mouth. Smell with your nose. Feel with your skin. Then comes the thinking, afterward, and in that way knowing the truth.”

“Just so,” said Arya, grinning. (Arya IV, AGOT)


When Arya goes to see the play to kill Lady Crane, she is up close to where Cersei’s monologue lamenting the death of Joffery takes place. Just off stage, the other actress that paid to have Lady Crane killed is mouthing the causing Ayra to start thinking about her own reasons behind wanting Cersei dead.

After the play Arya runs into Lady Crane ends up asking Arya how she would change the part where Cersei reacts to Joffery’s death. Arya’s answer make her understand that she has experienced the same loss and pain that Cersei did. Her final lesson from Syrio is showing mercy to those who have already suffered enough for what they’ve done. The important truth Arya figures out was even the ones we hate still suffer the same way we do, and taking a life is just as important as know when to grant mercy.

This will give Arya the water magic to change her face at will without the need of a mask, and she will kill the Waif before stepping onto a ship to Westeros.

Syrio sets up Arya being a futre sword of Braavos the first time we meet him in A Game of Thrones too.

“Boy, girl,” Syrio Forel said. “You are a sword, that is all.” He clicked his teeth together. “Just so, that is the grip. You are not holding a battle-axe, you are holding a—”

“—needle,” Arya finished for him, fiercely.

“Just so. Now we will begin the dance. Remember, child, this is not the iron dance of Westeros we are learning, the knight’s dance, hacking and hammering, no. This is the bravo’s dance, the water dance, swift and sudden. All men are made of water, do you know this? When you pierce them, the water leaks out and they die.” He took a step backward, raised his own wooden blade. “Now you will try to strike me.” (Arya II, AGOT)

Another interesting reference:

Arya lowered the splintery point toward the ground. “How did you know I was here?”

“A man sees. A man hears. A man knows.”

She regarded him suspiciously. Had the gods sent him? “How’d you make the dog kill Weese? Did you call Rorge and Biter up from hell? Is Jaqen H'ghar your true name?”

“Some men have many names. Weasel. Arry. Arya.”

She backed away from him, until she was pressed against the heart tree. “Did Gendry tell?”

“A man knows,” he said again. “My lady of Stark.”


Syrio Forel’s wooden sword is splintered in two when Arya last saw him, and now Arya has a wooden sword with a splintery point, she lowers it to the ground after seeing Jaqen like the broken piece that fell from Syrio’s wooden sword. (similar to the piece missing on the Titan of Braavos statue “Arya” was staring at in the last episode).

Jaqen H'ghar is from Lorath as such, he always refers to himself in 3rd person.

The only time he refers to himself in the first person is when he uses a first person possessive pronoun expressing a personal connection to Arya.

“My lady of Stark.”