and her face in the third gif

You see this face? This is the face of a boy in the most beautiful state of disbelief to ever exist. Stiles stilinski has loved Lydia Martin for years–since the third grade–and has always seen her for who she really is. He listened to her when no one else heard. He paid attention to her when no one else did. He remembered everything she ever tried to hide. He knew how smart she was despite how hard she tried to hide it, and he only loved her more because of it. He never underestimated her. He never sidelined her or blew her off or thought of her as anything less than important. He complimented her. He treated her as an equal. He did anything and everything for her. He risked his life to save hers. But, above all of this, more important than any of this, he LOVED her. He loved her before anything supernatural tested the limits of their emotions. He loved her before they had to fight for their lives and the lives of others. He loved her when he was just a boy and she was just a girl. He loved Lydia Martin like no one else has, and when he knew he was going to be completely erased from existence, he wanted to let her know that. After years of confiding only in his best friend about his feelings, after years of everyone but Lydia knowing about his feelings, after years of silence, Stiles tells Lydia to remember in any way that she can that he loves her. So, when his friends have saved him, when the love of his life made everyone they know remember who he is to bring him back, he finally gets to hear from Lydia. He never–not once–acted like he needed Lydia to admit anything to him. He never pushed her or pressured her or nagged her or coerced her to love him just because he loved her. He simply loved her, but he didn’t realize how, all this time, that was what was needed most. This is the face of a sarcastic and cocky boy with a heart so big that it stores not only unconditinal love but also immense darkness finally having all the love he gave given back. This is the face of a boy who can’t believe that the love of his life–the girl he’s always loved–loves him back. This is the face of a boy who’s heart is skipping beat after beat because he can not believe that Lydia Martin has come to love him. This is Stiles Stilinski learning that he is loved. This is Stiles Stilinski in heartachingly beautiful disbelief because he loves the same girl that loves him. gif source: @obriens

Giving In and Letting Go

“Y/N,” Dean said hesitantly as he stared at your seemingly lifeless form, completely disconnected from everything and everyone around you.

When you didn’t stir, not that he had expected you to, Dean moved to sit beside you, his hand squeezing yours gently.

He felt nothing in return, just your hand laying in his limply.

“Sweetheart,” Dean swallowed, pushing your hair away from your face and kissing your forehead. “This is it. If there was ever a time you were going to pop up outta that hospital bed and declare this whole shit show a joke, it’d be now,” Dean chuckled humorlessly.

He wasn’t met with your voice like he had prayed over and over that he would be.

Instead, he was bombarded with the reminder that a machine was doing all the breathing for you. The rushing sound of the oxygen mask filling your lungs with air. The steady beep that indicated a heart beat but no response, no brain activity.

Dean leaned over, tears in his eyes as his lips brushed yours gently. He wanted nothing more than for your lips to suddenly attach to his, kissing him back furiously, but he knew deep in his gut that was not going to happen. Not now. Not ever again.

“Brain dead,” the doctor had said. “The machine is keeping her alive, Mr. Winchester.”

The words echoed in his head. Taunted him. Dared him to contradict them when all evidence indicated otherwise.

“What am I supposed to do?” Dean begged as he remained close to you, tears threatening to breach the surface. “What the hell am I supposed to do without you, Y/N?” Dean asked.

Just then the nurse walked in, turned off the machines and removed the oxygen from your face. Dean’s tears poured forth then, as he watched your chest heave once, twice, and fail to raise a third time on its own.

The monitors were off, but he knew if they were on they’d be blaring at him, mocking his pain and suffering. Mocking his loss.

Dean’s forehead fell against your stomach, sobs racking his body.

“This is all my fault,” Dean whispered, kissing your hand gently. “I should have found you sooner. The Djinn knew how to hide. God, I should have found you sooner,” Dean mumbled.

Then Dean felt a hand on his cheek which made him gasp.

“It’s not your fault Dean.”

He looked up, his heart twisting in horror.

“No,” he whispered as his eyes fell on you. “No. Not you,” Dean mumbled. “Y/N,” Dean pleaded, staring at you standing before him.

“You need me Dean, I can’t go now,” you managed, your voice soft and raspy.

Dean leaned into your touch then, his heart shattering into unrecognizable pieces.

“You can’t stay,” he whispered.

“I have to,” you answered, moving closer to him. “You asked what you were supposed to do without me. Now you don’t have to find out,” you whispered, reaching down and brushing your pale lips against his.

When the love of your life begged you to stay, begged you not to go, not even death could tear you away from him.

Imagine a long weekend with Chris. (Part C)

A/N: Part 5C 😍 The Three Capsicles, killing it as always. 😂 (And ooooo, are we approaching #SebAva2k17? Hehe, you’ll just have to wait and see. Don’t you now? 😉😏) You can read the related mini-series and the previous parts here: (Mini-series - Masterlist; Mini-series Spin-off: ‘Unexpected Reader’ and ‘Little Ways Away’ - Masterlist; ‘She Said Yes: Part 1/Part 2/Part 3/Part 4/Part 5A/5B’)

Chris poked his head into the green room and smiled when he saw you talking to Anthony and Sebastian. The three of them were due to speak at a panel in a few minutes, and you were all waiting backstage for the stage manager to come grab them. You’d followed Anthony and Sebastian into the green room after Chris took too long at the vending machine, deciding what kind of candy he wanted. Everyone knew he was going to go for the bag of jellybeans, so why he had to stand there and question every other type of candy was the real question.

“Ed Sheeran, huh?” Chris heard Anthony say and he looked up from his bag of jellybeans, smiling when he thought back to what you called 'the best night of my life’. The three of you were yet to notice your fiancé was in the room as he was still standing in the door. “He’s a pretty talented guy, I can see why you wanted to go. So how was it?”

“It was life changing,” you answered and the guys chuckled at your enthusiasm. “You’ll see how life changing is it when you come to our wedding. I don’t know how Chris did it, but he got Ed-” Both Anthony and Sebastian nodded, hiding their smiles. “Wait,” you chuckled in disbelief, “you guys already know?”

“I believe you were the last one to know,” Sebastian chuckled. “He was making the phone calls on set, in-between takes. It was a very long and winding process, but it was obviously worth it. I mean- look at the smile on your face, Y/N. If I were Chris, I’d worry about you running off with Ed Sheeran at your wedding.”

“As much as I love Ed, there is no-”

“Ah ha!” Chris grabbed you from behind and you jumped, cutting yourself short; Anthony and Sebastian laughed. “I was wondering where you wandered off to, I turned and you were gone.” He kissed your cheek and you blushed when you saw Anthony and Sebastian smirk.

“I never took Chris for a PDA person, but clearly that was before he met the right girl.” Anthony commented and Chris chuckled, releasing you to just simply hold your hand. “It’s cute. A little diabetic,” Anthony said and Sebastian nodded in agreement, chuckling. “But still cute.”

“You guys are real couple goals,” Sebastian smiled at how happy the two of you looked together. He couldn’t help but wonder when he was going to find that level of perfection and security in his own love life. “That’s for sure.”

Like Chris had planned, the two of you flew from Boston to Salt Lake City to join a small handful of his 'Infinity War’ cast speaking at a panel for Comic-Con. Most of them- like Chris- only had one panel to speak at and one photo-op session to appear at. The events were scattered over the weekend, and though some only had a one day commitment at Comic-Con- they were allowed to have Thursday morning until Monday afternoon. Hence why Chris planned a very long weekend with you; from Boston to see your future house and Ed Sheeran, to Comic-Con in Salt Lake City.

Chris had also got Ava a plane ticket and a VIP pass to Comic-Con- which was really thanks to Sebastian. Unfortunately, her class schedule kept her from coming along. She wanted to, boy- did she want to knowing Sebastian was going to be there, but sadly, the fall quarter started on a Friday which was a day where she had class. You were lucky because your classes started on Monday, and Chris promised he’d have you back before then. That and your parents weren’t as strict with you when it came to you pursuing your passions, whereas Ava’s parents were. They’d warned her if she skipped any classes, especially after they finally agreed to let her give up law and study acting, they’d kill her and bring her body back to England. Neither of you wanted that, so she reluctantly declined Chris’ and Sebastian’s kind gesture and stayed home instead.

You could still remember the look on her face when you were leaving for Boston, she was so upset that you offered to skip Salt Lake City and come home after Ed Sheeran in Boston. But she urged you not to, making you promise you’d FaceTime from Salt Lake so she could take a look around and talk to Sebastian. Speaking of, he looked oddly bummed when you and Chris turned up at breakfast without a third person. Neither of you knew why Sebastian was so looking forward to meeting Ava because neither of you knew he’d spoken to Ava before, but then you both found out and your hearts leapt for the possibility of them being a couple.

Sebastian was single now, which meant that he was available for Ava. It was probably a little too soon for him to move on, but it was nice to throw Ava into the mix. They could start off as friends, like you and Chris did and see where things went from there. It would be a dream come true for both Ava, and you and Chris to have Sebastian be together with Ava. It’d be fun to have couple best friends, have them be the godparents of your future children and the two of you be the godparents of their future children. Of course, Chris didn’t think about any of this until you fed him the ideas. But once you did, he could not stop trying to sell Ava to Sebastian, subtly- of course, or so your fiancé thought; the man was not good at subtlety. You told him to stop, and took the reins instead because subtlety and manipulation? Well, that was your wheelhouse.

“Thanks, Seb.” You smiled at Chris, then at him. “I’m sure one day soon, it’ll be Chris and I looking at you and your partner calling the two of you couple goals.” Sebastian chuckled wearily, nodding with false pretenses. “Aw, don’t be like that.” You reached for his arm and gave it a light squeeze. “You’re amazing and you’re going find someone just as amazing to love you.”

“I knew I should’ve gone to Sydney with Chris,” he joked and you laughed, pulling your hand away. Chris tried not to smile as he pursed his lips at Sebastian, pulling his hand out of yours to wrap an arm around you instead. “Oh relax, it’s a joke,” Sebastian chuckled and Anthony laughed. “Y/N’s only got eyes for you anyway. Isn’t that right, Y/N?”

“Unfortunately for you, Sebastian,” you chuckled, lifting your head to plant a tender kiss on Chris’ jawline; an act of affection Chris smiled at. “It is one hundred percent true. Don’t worry,” you smiled at Sebastian, “I’m sure you’ll find someone. If you don’t, my matchmaking skills are always at your service.” You tried not to smile at the excitement in Sebastian’s eyes which he hid perfectly; you wouldn’t have noticed if you didn’t know what you did. “When you’re ready, just hit me up.”

“I will,” Sebastian nodded, smiling.

“We’re ready for you guys.” A man with a clipboard and a communication system attached to his right ear walked over. Anthony, Sebastian, and Chris nodded; the first two followed the man, whereas your fiancé secretly held back so he could say a quick goodbye to you. “You’re going to…” Chris’ instructions faded as the three disappeared around the corner.

“And you say I’m not subtle,” Chris chuckled into your hair when he planted a kiss on the top of your head. You just smiled as a response, which made Chris laugh harder as he pulled away from you. “C'mon, weirdo.” He took your hand and pulled you with him as you walked in the direction the three had gone in. “You can sit side stage and listen to your favorite Marvel trio talk.”

“I think you mean 'The Three Capsicles’,” you reminded him of the nickname you made up for them and he laughed. “And don’t say 'Sam hasn’t been in ice before, it doesn’t work’ because I know that. I already told you he’s a Capsicle because he’s cool and part of team Cap.”

“You’re such a dork.”

“Says the guy who’s been called a 'stupid bearded sweater wearing dumb dork’,” you reminded him and he burst out, laughing. It was funny when he read it on Jimmy Kimmel’s segment 'Celebrities Read Mean Tweets’, and it was funny every time you reminded him. “You’re lucky you’re cute, otherwise I wouldn’t love a stupid bearded sweater wearing dumb dork like yourself.” You teased him, then giggled when he pulled his hand out of your to wrapped an arm around you and squeeze you tightly against him. He pressed his lips against the side of your head, then whispered with a smile on his lips.

“I’m lucky to have you love me, period.”

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Part 5D

Yea…so more angst for this dude. Cos…I just can. Sorry @sgarrett49​, tho, this is less angst for him and much more for the reader. 

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You Deserve It

You knew it. You just fucking knew it!

Sam had dragged you out to a shitty little parties, like he always did.

You hated being here. It wasn’t that you didn’t want to support him, but it just bored you to death. 

You left with Sam when he left John and Dean. 

You understood. Sure…deep down you thought he was selfish. But he was your boyfriend. Had been for almost three years, so you supported him and never voiced your concerns or opinions. 

But recently, Sam had been different. 

One day, he became slightly more distant. More reserved and closed off. 

Then, he was happier than you’d seen him in a while. 

At first, you were glad. 

Sam was getting back to normal. 

But then you realized, it wasn’t for you. 

The thoughts raced through your mind, and they’d just been confirmed. 

She walked through the door. 

That Jessica girl. 

She was in his class and he spoke of her constantly. 

You weren’t the type to be so easily threatened, but you could tell something was up with her and Sam. 

Now you knew. 

Sam was in love with her. It was the way his eyes shined, the smile on his face, bigger than any he’d sent you for a few months now. 

You knew they were getting close. He’d come home late, stay behind and meet up with her constantly. 

The way she looked at him told you she felt the same too. 

The next few hours were the most awkward and heartbreaking in your life. 

It was the way all their attention was on each other. 

You were here with Sam, yet you felt like a third wheel with your own boyfriend. 

The little get together finally finished as you watched Sam and Jessica walk out together. 

You stood by the car, waiting as you watched him hug her. 

It was a little too tight, his hands gripping her hips as she inhaled his scent. 

You couldn’t help but wonder, had he cheated?

In your heart, you knew Sam wouldn’t do that. He wasn’t the type. 

But, he had fallen in love with someone who wasn’t you. So you wouldn’t put it past him. 

As you watched him walk over, a grin on his face, you knew exactly what you were gonna do. 

Tonight, once he fell asleep, you were leaving. You weren’t going to stay with someone who didn’t want you, no matter how much you wanted him. 

Then, you’d move on. Maybe meet up with Dean. He always was your best friend. 

All you knew was, after tonight, Sam Winchester would be a stranger to you. 

And when everything went up in flames, and you knew it would, you wouldn’t be there to support him. 

Because if Sam Winchester could forget about all the years you were there for him, for some stiff bitch, he was practically dead to you. 

And when he’d find you later in life, begging you to help him, save him, that he missed you, well, you’d slam the door in his face and live your life happily. Because Sam Winchester deserved all the pain he got for breaking your heart. 


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• ‘BEST TITS HUH?’ •
Jeff / Hannah / Y/N

“Wake yo ass up!” a familiar voice screamed in my ear. I awoke from my slumber and looked up to see Jeff, hovering above me with that grin on his face.

Jeff was one of those friends. Yes, THAT ONE. That one friend that you grew up with, that you shared baths with and attended every single birthday party of theirs because your parents we’re childhood friends too

“Fuck off” I moan as I begin to regain conscious.

“Language” Miss Holmes warns from the back of the class. Jeff gathers my books into my bag as I rub the sleep out of my eyes. I thank him and we walk out of the class room and down the hallway together.

“You look a little heated today- a little angry”

“Its blusher” I quickly say

“Sure” he sighs “Now are you gonna tell me the real reason why your in such a shitty mood today?”

I yawn “Me and Monty we’re fighting, if you must know”

“Again?”

“Again” I confirm

“Spill the tea”

“Jeff there’s nothing to spill” I pause “We’re over and that’s all you need to know”

A huge smile was plastered across his face “Thank fuck! That guys a dick”

“Your a dick” I say, playfully slapping him.

We stop as Jeffs locker when Hannah comes over and hugs us both.

“Best tits huh?” She says

“Best ass huh?” I say back

“Ladies. Honestly, thank you but-

“No. Jeff we’re not talking about you. It’s about some list” I say

“A hot or not list” Hannah adds, she turns to me “The guys at our school are dicks”

“I see it as a compliment” I shrug

“Are you serious?” Hannah asks “Their basically objectifying women”

“Okay but it’s not like we don’t do it to them. I remember, just the other day, you saying that Justin’s ass was as plump as a…

“Ew” Jeff says in disgust

“Yeah. Ok. But I didn’t write it down” Hannah says

“Yeah, cos girls are smart, duh” I say, rolling my eyes. We continue to walk down the hallway together.

“But still” Hannah continues “now feel like my ass is a walking target. Don’t you feel like guys are constantly staring at your…” she asks looking down at my beasts

I click my fingers “Hannah my eyes are up here” I tell her, making her and Jeff chuckle.

Jeff opened the door and let me and Hannah walk out before him. Hannah got distracted by her phone so I turned to Jeff.

“You wanna come over later? It looks like you could do with some cheering up?” He asks me

“What?” I laugh “And your the person to do that?”

“Yeah. We can shoot some hoops, watch a movie… I’ll even ask my mum to make her famous chilli prawns” he says, nudging me

“Mmm, those are pretty damn good” I say “Yeah, i come over”

“See you at 8” he says as he begins to walk away from Hannah and I

“Just as a friend!” I add

He turns to face me and walks backwards “When you gonna stop friend-zoning me?!” He yells

“When you get the message!” I shout back

He smiles and I smile too.

“Urgh!” Hannah moans so I turn to her

“What’s up?” I ask

“Nothing. It’s nothing- do you have plans later”

“..I’m hanging out with Jeff.”

“Oh” she says, hanging her head a little

“Why don’t you come too?” I offer

“Nah. I don’t wanna third wheel or anything”

“And what would you be third- wheeling?” I ask “Me and Jeff are just friends

Hannah shrugs “Fine”

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So that was my first ever imagine / one shot. Let me know if you want this to be continued or if you have any request for me. I would love to write them xx

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Taehyung x Fan (Tae POV)

    ✧ short imagine

    ✧ I was feeling cheesy.


The countdown in my headset began as the last movement of our choreography was complete, my breath was so heavy but yet the applause was louder. 

5.” The voice spoke up, my eyes wandering through the crowd trying to catch her eyes one more time. 

4.” I squinted, seeing her radiant smile in the third – no; the fifth row. 

3.” She tilted her head carefully, turning around, finally noticing that my eyes were glued onto her figure.

2.” Her lips were now agape, as I traced my tongue over my own; wondering if her lips were as delicate as they looked from afar. 

1.” Anxiety overcame me, I looked at her with much more concentration now, trying to remember every detail I could read off her face.

Sorry.” I mouthed before the lights turned off and I deeply was. 

But I swear I saw her eyes glisten even in the scary darkness that was surrounding me …

Imagine meeting Chris at the Oscars.

A/N: Okay, so this was a request from @joeidevivre I could see something like this when I watched it too, just didn’t think to write one. So thanks for requesting, it definitely pushed me to write it. It also gave me an idea for another series seeing as my other series might be coming to a close soon. 😢 And I know I know, “why is the reader a writer again?” Well- that’s my passion and what I know. (I’m sorry 😐) Anyway, enjoy. I’d love to get some feedback so I know if it’s a series worth pursuing. X

“This way, everybody.” The tour guide called, holding up a hand to make sure you could all see him as he led his group off the bus and towards the Dolby Theater. “Let’s keep it moving, we’re on a tight schedule.” He reminded the group for what felt like the hundredth time.

“The Dolby Theater!” Iris, your best friend who was visiting from the UK and the reason you were on a tour in your city, squealed. “This is where they hold the Oscars,” she nudged your arm with her elbow and you nodded, mocking her with fake excitement. “I’m glad you’re excited,” she teased, trying not to laugh.

Your best friend knew you’d much rather be at home working on your script than on a bus tour with her; a script that was hopefully going to one day take you inside the Dolby Theater as an honored nominee. You’d always been passionate about writing as a child, but it wasn’t until you turned twenty that you decided you wanted to pursue it as a career. For the past three years, you’d been studying film and media with a major in directing and screen writing. You’d recently graduated with an opportunity of a lifetime thanks to your professor who saw great potential in you; she got you a meeting with Paramount Pictures. So yeah, you’d much rather be at home working on a script that was possibly going to make or break your future.

“I have a lot riding on that script, Iris,” you reminded her.

“I know, Y/N,” she looped her arm with yours. “But you’re also stressed beyond recognition. You need a break, you’re going to burn out your brain before you even finish that script. You’ve still got another six months, you can afford one day off.” You sighed, but said nothing because she was right. “Plus- you should really get to know your home ground.”

“I know my home ground, I’ve been living in Los Angeles for as long as I can remember.”

“I meant the Dolby Theater,” she corrected you, smiling. “You’re going to be here a lot once Paramount and Hollywood sees how freaking talented you are.” A smile creeped onto your face when she said that. “C'mon,” she chuckled, pulling you along to get ahead of the rest of the group. “Let’s go get acquainted with the stage.”

Inside the theater, the stars sat quietly in the dark waiting for your arrival. You’d been so lost in your work that you’d completely forgotten that the Oscars were today and you were about to walk into the event thanks to Jimmy Kimmel’s elaborate plan to surprise unsuspecting tourists, and you- a Los Angeles local.

“Why is it so dark in here?” You asked in a whisper.

“I don’t know,” Iris replied in the same hush tone. “Maybe it’s pa-” The lights came on and hundreds of familiar famous faces smiled at all of you. “Oh my God,” her grip tightened on your arm. “Y/N!” Your breath hitched in your throat when you realized where you were. “We’re at the Oscars! We’re at the freaking Oscars!”

“I’m going to buy you all the ice-cream in the world after this,” you told her.

“Hello!” Jimmy Kimmel smiled. “Welcome to the 89th Academy Awards, would you like to come in and meet everyone? C'mon, this way.” He beckoned his head for your group to follow him; you and Iris were third and fourth in line, right behind a lovely couple who told you they were about to get married when you met them earlier. “I’m sure you all know everyone here.”

You felt breathless as you walked past the best actors and actresses in the industry, all the people you hope you’d get to work with one day. You couldn’t believe it, you were actually in front of them and they were smiling at you. You nearly passed out when you saw Octavia Spencer, who was an actress you loved and admired. You felt your heart skip a beat when you saw Denzel Washington and Meryl Streep in the flesh, who were just legends in Hollywood. You got to shake hands with Ryan Gosling and Emma Stone and you thought your knees were going to give way. But nothing compared to what happened next, what happened next had you in another dimension.

“Hi there,” Jimmy greeted you, shaking your hand which was undoubtedly clammy. “Are you enjoying yourself?” You nodded, unable to find the words to express your joy as you scanned the vicinity for the actor you wanted to see the most; Chris Evans. “What’s your name?”

“Y/N,” you told him, shifting your gaze back to Jimmy so you didn’t appear rude. “I’m so starstruck right now, thank you so much for this opportunity.” You knew it was because of him as he was the host, but you also knew it was thanks to Iris; it was why you promised her all the ice-cream in the world after this. “This is- it’s amazing,” you chuckled breathlessly.

Chris smiled as he watched you interact with Jimmy, you were the one amongst many that captivated him. He didn’t know what it was about you, you were very pretty but- it was more than that. You had this aura about you that enticed him, that made him want to get to know you. It killed him a little that this was where he was seeing you, because there was no way he’d get to approach you like he would be able to at a coffee shop or a bar.

“It is amazing,” Jimmy nodded, smiling. “But I think I can make it even more amazing, who is your favorite actor?” He asked and you choked on your breath. “I saw you scanning the crowd earlier,” he commented and you blushed deeply; you didn’t know you were being that obvious. “Who were you looking for?”

“Chris Evans,” Iris answered for you and Chris heart leapt into his throat when he realized he was your favorite actor. “She is in-love with Chris Evans, she’s seen all his movies and she runs like a Tu-” She cut herself off and pressed her lips together when she saw you shoot her a warning glare.

“Chris?” Jimmy looked over to where he was sitting, in between Scarlett and his sister, Shanna. “Do you want to come up here and give her a hug?” He asked but Chris was already on his feet. “The girl’s in love with you, for crying out loud. Come up here, man.”

“Oh my God,” you whimpered nervously as you watched Chris make his way through the row of seats towards you. “Iris, am I dreaming?” You asked her, squeezing her arm. “There is no way that Chris-” You stopped talking when he stopped in front of you, looking mighty fine in his blue tux. “Hi,” you breathed.

“Hi Y/N,” he flashed his heart fluttering smile, not that you could focus on it because you were so lost on the fact that he remembered your name. “Are you okay?” He chuckled softly, placing a hand on your arm; another whimper escaped your throat. “You look nervous, don’t be. We’re only human,” he told you.

“You’re Captain America,” you blurted out and immediately wanted to slap yourself, but Chris laughed which made you feel better. “I’m such a huge fan, you are just so talented. I loved your work in ‘Before We Go’, I thought your directing was-” Before you could finish what Chris was dying to hear, Jimmy interrupted.

“Sorry, but we have to keep it moving,” Jimmy felt a little bad though he didn’t show it; he could tell there was something going on between you and Chris from the look the both of you had in your eyes. “One hug, Cap, then you gotta let her go.” He teased Chris and Chris felt slight heat in his cheeks whereas your cheeks burned.

“She’s a writer,” Iris told Chris over your shoulder as he wrapped you into his arms for that one hug. “She’s got a contract with Paramount Pictures,” she informed him and he smiled gratefully; that piece of information would make things easier for him to look for you, and he definitely wanted to look for you once he left tonight.

“It was nice meeting you, Y/N,” Chris told you when he pulled away. “Good luck with your contract, I’m sure you’re going to do really well. Just remember to take a step back and breath when you get stressed or nervous, don’t give up, and whatever you’re scared of- push yourself into it. It’s what I tell myself every time I start a new job.”

“Thank you,” you smiled. “That’s really good advice.”

“Okay, let’s go.” Jimmy ushered you, Iris, and the rest of the group along.

You looked back and smiled at Chris who couldn’t take his eyes off you; he smiled back then winced when he realized he didn’t get your last name or got to tell you that if you ever needed a director, he was available. But he smiled anyway as he made his way back to his seat because he knew what you looked like, he had your first name, and he knew you were a writer who had a contract with Paramount. Those were enough details to find you, and if it weren’t- he could always turn to the internet for help; there was no way his sweet interaction with you wasn’t going to circulate the web after tonight. Either way, he was ready to find you.

Thoughts?

Tags will be open if this becomes a series.

KISS ME


(requested by anon)
Kai Parker x Reader
word count :
2 275
summary : Reader gets out Kai of the new Prison World.
*not my gif
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Y/N was sitting on the couch checking the clock on her phone waiting for Kai. He was supposed to come over so they can have a proper reunion but he was late. An hour late. All of this was starting to worry her because he’d never make her wait like that. He’d always call , no matter what. Something must’ve happened and no matter how hard she tried , the pit in her stomach grew bigger. She tossed the phone next to her and curled into a ball , pulling a blanket over her legs. A few times she had tried calling him but the call didn’t seem to go anywhere and Y/N wondered if his phone’s battery had died. Just as she was about to try and call him again there was a knock on the door. Her eyes went wide and a smile spread across her face as she jumped up to open it.
“Kai ! Final- . You are not Kai.” she said starring at Bonnie.
“No. Sorry. Can I come in for a minute?”
Y/N stepped away from the door letting her third cousin in. There was something wrong , she could feel it. Carefully she closed the door and turned towards Bonnie who was playing with her hands , smiling nervously at the ground refusing to meet her eyes.
“What did you do to him?” asked Y/N trying hard not to sound angry , her hands crossed on her chest.
Bonnie looked up , a sigh leaving her lips as her head tilted slightly. Somehow Y/N knew what the answer would be , yet she still hoped her friend hadn’t done what she thought he had.
“Where is he ?” demanded Y/N. “Tell me. Now.”
“In a Prison World.” said her friend.
’ What?’ mouthed Y/N , tears starting to gather behind her eyelids. Her initial shock seemed to subside , being replaced by anger.
“Kai tried to kill Lizzie and Josie. He had to be stopped.”
Bonnie took a step towards her , her hands reaching to hug Y/N except Y/N took a step back holding out her hand. Kai was gone. Again. Taken away from her. Again. By the people she called friends , by her family.
Y/N blinked back tears looking at the ceiling, her jaw clenched and she lowered her gaze to meet Bonnie’s , her eyes were burning with fire.
“You did WHAT?” she shouted at Bonnie who tried to hug her again. “No , no. Stay away from me. Get him out now.
“No.”
“No ? Are you for real?!” scoffed Y/N. “We are family , Bonnie. Do I have to remind you this ?”
“I know and I am sorry but I had to do somet-”
“Stop talking. I can’t even look at you right now !” Y/N interrupted her. “Just because you don’t like him and can’t see the good in him , doesn’t mean other people can’t.”
“There is no good in him Y/N! He is still the same psychopath who killed his entire family.”
“Mhhmm , yeah right.” said Y/N raising her hand and sending Bonnie flying across the room. “And your partner in crime , Damon , is a saint right ? He has never done a bad thing in his life. I do seem to recall he tried to kill you , he has killed dozens of people but you seem to forgive him. How is Kai any different ? What ? Because he was a human at the time and didn’t have the excuse of ‘his humanity switch was off’ ?!”
Y/N’s squeezed her hand in the air chocking her cousin.
“You are such a hypocrite Bonnie! Why couldn’t you bring him to me ? Why couldn’t you let us leave this place and be happy ?” she let go the grip letting Bonnie take a breath. “Damn it Bonnie ! How are you so blind to see it ?”
“To see what Y/N ? That he has brainwashed you into believing he is ‘changing’ ?!”
“Kai hadn’t brainwashed me , cus. We fell in love and if he can love , he has a chance!”
“Even if he loves you , he is still the same psychopath underneath it all.”
Y/N stared daggers at her. “You should’ve never called him that in front of me , Bonnie.”
The next second Bonnie fell on the ground holding her head in her hands.
“Kai is kind , loving … and if you had given him a chance instead of repeatedly screwing him over and literally stabbing him in the back you would’ve seen it.”
Y/N knelt down to her cousin giving her a tissue for the nose bleeds. “Get out. Leave before I decide to cross that line.”
Bonnie got up , shakily walking to the door. She stopped for a moment to take one last look at Y/N who was starring at the ground , tears rolling down her cheeks. Bonnie hadn’t intended on causing her pain by locking away Kai , she just thought that was the best for everyone.
“I’m sorry..” she muttered. Y/N flicked her wrist slamming the door in her face.
Y/N fell on her knees , rolling over to the side , her back against the stair railing. Tears started rolling down her cheeks , a lump had formed in her throat and her heart felt like it was literally being ripped out of her chest. She cried for hours , letting it all out. There was no way she’d lose Kai again. Y/N had Bennett blood and she was witch which meant all she had to do was find the new Ascendant.
“However long it takes.” she muttered, wiping tears away from her cheeks. “I will get you out.

* * *

A month. That’s how long it took Y/N to find where Bonnie had hidden the Ascendant. After that it was the harder part. She needed a celestial event and every minute until the next full moon a week away felt like years to her.

Y/N didn’t sleep the entire night before the full moon the next day, nervous and excited at the same time because that was the day she’d get him out. She glanced at her phone then at the sky - the moon about to hit its apex. Y/N took a deep breath and cut her hand allowing a few drop bloods to fall on the Ascendant ,beginning the spell. It didn’t take long for her to jump through the portal and find herself in the Prison World.
Y/N stood in the middle of town square , looking around the quiet empty streets.
“I did it ! Hah.” she smiled to herself. Now all that was left to do was to find him. She reached in her back pocket pulling out one of his rings (she had kept after the first time she lost him) for the locator spell to find Kai. A few minutes later she already knew where he was. Y/N ran as fast as she could towards the direction of the karaoke bar.

“Kai ?” she called out walking inside looking around searching for him.Then she saw him. Bonnie , or most likely Damon , had chained him to a chair on the karaoke stage. His head had drooped and his skin was grayish. “Kai ! Oh my God !”
Y/N ran towards him muttering a spell unchaining him. She cupped his face lifting it up trying to meet his eyes.
“Hey.” she smiled. “Kai ? Can you hear me ?”
Kai’s eyes met hers , black veins showing under his eyes as his vampire senses caught the smell of her blood. Before she has had time to react his hand had grabbed her wrist and he hungrily sank his teeth into it. Y/N let him feed for a while and when he pulled out she thought that maybe that was it. Instead he pulled her onto his lap in vampire speed seating her sideways and sank his fangs into her neck.
“Kai … Kai stop.” she said trying to push him off her. “You are hurting me p-please stop.” Y/N started feeling dizzy , too dizzy to focus and use a spell to get herself free. A few moments later she blacked out.

A whole month without blood.. Kai hadn’t had a clue how painful dessicating could be. His heart tried to pump whatever blood was left in his veins, his hunger for blood growing stronger with every passing day. In a haze he had heard a familiar voice , felt the chains around him disappear and then the smell of fresh blood took over. Kai couldn’t get enough. As he fed , details from the past few minutes started becoming clearer and clearer , he heard a heart beat .. a very uneven heart beat. He pulled away only then noticing who had been the person to save him and he felt the blood in his veins freeze… her blood. His eyes widened in shock realising what he had done.
“Y/N ? No , no , no , no …” he muttered , his hands cupping her face seeing she was unconcious. Her eyes tried fluttering open when he called out for her. “What did I do ?”
Quickly he bit his wrist bringing it to her lips for her to feed. Fear was starting to take over , the thought of losing her tearing him apart on the inside. Y/N’s fingers wrapped around his wrist pulling it closer to her lips and her eyes slowly opened.
Kai had never felt relief like the one in the moment their eyes met again.
“Hey.” he smiled nervously at her , his palm brushing on her cheek and she leaned in towards it. “I … I’m sorry for hurting you. I don’t know what -”
Y/N gazed into his eyes which were now their usual gorgeous blue color , her eyes taking in every inch of his face as if trying to memorize it. Kai looked worried and she knew why but she also didn’t care. All she cared about was that he was there , with her.
“Shut up.”
Her thumb wiping away blood from his chin. He was real. Y/N smiled to herself but he didn’t seem to notice in his panic that he had hurt her.
“Please , listen to me. I am so sor-”
“Shut up and kiss me you idiot.” she smiled at him.
Kai stared at her for a moment. Y/N was smiling. How hadn’t he noticed this ?!
“Did you just call me idiot ?” he teased.
“Just kiss me.” she whispered , snaking her hands around around his neck brushing her palms slightly on his cheek before her fingers tangled in his hair pulling his face closer to hers.
For a moment they gazed into each other’s eyes and then their lips touched. It was like a switch went off somewhere , starting a wild fire igniting every fiber in her body. Kai’s hands pulled her towards him , her body pressing against his as he tried to pull her even closer.
“I missed you so much.” he said breaking the kiss for a second before his lips smashed against hers again. It felt as if it was their first kiss all over again. Kai pulled away resting his forehead on hers , a question nagging at him. “How are you even here ? Did Bonnie send you ?”
Y/N laughed , but there was something different in her laugh. Pain , anger , disappointment. Kai didn’t even know it was possible to laugh and pour those emotions into laughter.
“I stole the Ascendant you dummy.” she said tapping his nose.“Did you really think she’d let me come here ? Nope.” she said serious all of the sudden.
“Then how ? You’d need Bennett blood to do the spell …”
Y/N waved her hand in front of him , the one she had cut and was still covered in her blood. “I’m a Bennett. Surprise !”
His eyes widened. In all the time they had spent together she had never told him this.Y/N didn’t even resemble Bonnie , not in her looks and definitely not in her attitute towards him. For some reason that made him love her even more , but he couldn’t help messing with her either.
“Wow… this changes things.” said Kai pushing her off him with a serious expression. He got up taking a few steps away from her , his back to her.
Y/N took a step towards him , touching his hand and he turned around scooping her up in vampire speed , pushing her against the wall. She was out of breath , only then noticing the grin on his face. Before she has even had the chance to say something , his lips smashed against hers again taking her breath away.
“I love you even more now.” he whispered , his lips colling with hers again in a deep passionate kiss. Y/N’s fingers dug into his hair while he kissed her jaw line , leaving wet kisses on her neck and collarbone. Kai couldn’t get enough of her - her lips , her touch , everything. “I love you.”
“I love you too.” she said , pushing him away for a second. “Don’t you want to get out of here ?”
“I want you , the getting out of here can wait.” said Kai , pinning her hands over her head , his lips assaulting hers.
“The full moon will b-”
“Shhh … No talking.” he whispered smiling , spinning them around in vampire speed until they were both on the floor , Y/N on top for a second before Kai rolled on top of her. “We are getting out , just let me enjoy having you here with me. I thought I’d never see you again.”
“Don’t tell me you doubted I’d find a way to get you out.” she teased.
“Me doubt you? Never.” he smiled before his lips collided with hers again.


MASTERLIST March / April 2017
MASTERLIST MAY 2017
MASTERLIST JUNE 2017

AHS Imagine - Hotel Cortez Part 2.

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Part 1

Your mother always assured you that one day you would fall in love, she would say that there was something that brought people together,

“It’s like a puzzle piece my darling, one piece fits with its match…that’s how our hearts work, and that’s what love is”

As a child, you would sneak from your mother’s sight and head towards the streets, sitting on an empty bench and watched couples as they passed you.

Having what mother said minted in your mind, you watched, observing if in fact they were their missing piece. At times you would sit there confused, alerted by pairs arguing, and even separating. You ran home, tears staining your cheeks as you darted into your mother’s embrace. You told her what you saw, and your mother simply lifted your chin with her finger, and gave you a warm smile,

“Darling, its all part of the puzzle game, when couples fight it only means their pieces simply do not fit, and now they can find their match. Don’t be sad, you will encounter people who aren’t for you, and its okay”

As you grew, you began to realize what your mother spoke about. Your first boyfriend, your second, your third, all ended abhorrently. The hope of love at all was slim, you began to think you were the piece that fit nowhere.

Your mother’s wisdom vanished after your father left, but you would always be the one to tell her he wasn’t her piece…and sympathetically, she would agree.

Flashback

“Darling?”  The call was curious.

“Yes mommy?” You replied, placing down the doll you had just finished grooming. Your mother, ill to the face, propped herself up with her elbows, giving you the same smile she gave you yesterday.

“Could you let mommy rest for a bit darling?” Her voice was weak and attributed her outer appearance…she was weak. No, she was heartbroken.

“Sure…” You got up and tugged your brother along with you, ignoring his whines of irritation you managed to get him out of the hotel room.

“Stop whining! Let mom rest! C’mon lets play hide and go seek” you offered, and your brother, stubborn to the core, finally obliged.

You knew what your mother was doing, hooked on the drugs that stopped her from mourning your father’s absence, it was killing her. 

You and your brother ran down the empty hallways, deciding on which one to play in. Almost inaudibly you heard Ms. Evers complaining to herself, which meant Mr. March was close by.

“Hush up!” You said, yanking your brother back from turning into the corner the voices came from.

“What’s your problem!?” Your brother asked, ripping your grip from his shoulders. You leaned forward and covered his mouth.

“Mr. March” You whispered, placing your finger on your lips. Your brother backed up to the wall as much as he could once he heard Mr. March’s voice leave one of the rooms.

“Clean this up! You know those kids like to play in my halls, as delectable as it is to do this during the light of day we must be cautious.” Mr. March lowered his voice and sighed,

“Off you go” He dismissed Ms. Evers before indulging himself in one of his hums.

“Quick, he’s coming!” You whispered, slapping the glasses off your brother’s face, and threw them down the hall.

“Hey! Gimme-“

“Ah, why am I not surprised to see you two in my halls?” He spoke from behind you,

“Mr. March! I was just helping my brother find his glasses” You replied with a nervous giggle, nudging your brother.

“Yeah…they practically leaped off my nose,” He added, with venom clear in his response.

Mr. March walked past you both and picked up your brothers glasses,

“Well, you wouldn’t want to lose these would you?” He handed your brother his glasses and flashed him a grin.

“Thanks sir,” Your brother mumbled, examining for any damage before sliding them back on with his index finger.

Mr. March nodded and lead himself down the hall, not before he tipped his hat and gave you both a wink.

“Stay out of trouble you two…especially you Y/N, and a little tip,” He paused, leaning forward on his cane.

“There’s no point in lying to me, I hear everything…even if you’re whispering” He whispered, and pushed himself off his cane. You stayed speechless, watching Mr. March casually walk deeper into the hall.

“He’s so weird” Your brother commented, and ran down the now empty hall.

“He’s different.” You corrected to yourself, following your brother… thinking nothing more of it.

—-

Your heart pulsed in your ears as you stepped into the hotel lobby. It was only a few days back when you reunited with James. Your visit to your mothers was longing and agonizing, with the thought of what James said constantly reappearing.

“Look who’s back?” Liz said from behind the receptions desk, she leaned against the wooden desk and smirked.

“Coming for round 2?”

You made your way to where Liz stood and gently placed your bags down.

“Same room?” You asked, flashing her a smile,

“Anything for you, dear” She winked as she handed you the key.

You were back in the familiar halls; turning corners with your strong strides.

“James?!” You shouted, quickening your pace,

“James Patrick March!” You called again, your calls were indisputable with animosity and filled with unease. Your time spent at your mothers was mainly research, of the Hotel and of James.

“I know who you really are,” You said, stopping in your tracks,

“Your name is James Patrick March. You were born October 30th, 1895. You’re a Scorpio, which explains a lot. You’re the greatest serial killer who’s ever lived…” You paused,

“…So this site says,” You added quietly.

“And why do you seem so indisposed by it? Do you not believe what that little screen has to say about me?”

You promptly turned and faced his chest, you had to lift your chin in order to meet his gaze.

“Hello my dear” He said, gently holding your hand,

“Have you considered my offer?”

You snatched your hand from his and slipped it into your pockets.

“My, didn’t we have a conversation about hands being in pockets?” He questioned, shaking his head in disapproval,

“Not very lady like if I may add”

“You’re a murder” Your statement left as a whisper,

“I consider the deed as art, I’m an artist really,” He corrected,

“No, you’re a killer, an executioner, a torturer!” By now you could only imagine what Liz was hearing from your small rant.

“And you thought you could hide that from me?”

James stayed silent.

“Why?” James grew impatient; he stood with his head hung low and his jaw audibly cracking.

“Why would you do that-“

“BECAUSE!” he lifted his head, interrupting irritably.

“I like what I do, I find it normal, the feeling is miraculous, electrifying.” He spoke with such love for what he did, it sickened you.

“But you know what I don’t find normal?” He stepped closer, looking more delirious with every step.

Love.”

“How the feeling can be the best thing and rapidly turn to the worst. Love is what makes people rabid, delusional…its what breaks people apart and that’s what terrifies me” His solid voice began to soften,

“What I feel, it’s not normal.” He sighed,

You want to know what scares the infamous James March?” his voice quickly rose again, as he inched closer to you.

“Out of all the things darling, it could have been rats, spiders or even the dark… but what burns the pit in my stomach are the feelings I have towards you”

James stopped in front of you, placing his hand gently on your cheek. He leaned in; his hot breath hit your skin. James scanned your eyes,

“It terrifies me,” His shaken voice whispered.

“What have you done to me, young Y/N?”

You stayed silent.

“Do you believe in soul mates, Y/N?” He asked, keeping his hand on your cheek.  

“I believe that everyone is a puzzle piece, and their goal in life is to find their fitting piece” You responded,  

“That’s quite the conspiracy, darling.”

“But do you believe that two people are destined for each other?”

You thought back to all the things your mother had told you, that there was someone for everyone. She would always tell you to take every opportunity life handed to you, because you never know how it could end.

“Yes.”

James tilted his head and admired your eyes, before gently locking his lips with yours…something you never thought he was capable of. The kiss showed no desperation or lust, it showed love and compassion, which made you melt in his hold.

“I love you”

The phrase was often used in a lower context, and nothing comparable to what the phrase was meant for.

People use it to express gratitude, or to express friendship. The way James said it was using its full definition— an intense feeling of deep affection—he meant it through every syllable that left his lips.

“You may not believe me now, but let me show you,” he said, resting his forehead on yours.

“Lets start with a drink?” The sentence came out more like a question, but nonetheless you obliged.

The silence as you both walked down the hall was nowhere near uncomfortable or awkward…it was pleasant. Just from the smallest serene moment, you knew his puzzle piece fit next to yours, without ease. And you were finally happy.

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FINALLY AN IMAGINE IK IK XD

How was it? i wrote this while sick IM SORRY.

*Not my gif*

You sat in the hallway outside of your new apartment waiting for the neighbor you were yet to meet to return home. You were hoping it was a guy who was willing to kill or at least get rid of the giant tarantula sitting on your kitchen bench. How it got there- you didn’t know, all you did know was that because of it you’d drop a box of your favorite plates and was now sitting outside on the cold wooden floor of your brand new apartment unable to settle in.

You glanced at your watch. It’d been about two and a half hours since you first spotted it and you were starting to wonder if your neighbor was even coming home. You thought about going downstairs for help but you figured she was about as useful as you when it came to giant spiders as the memory of running into her in the elevator floated back into your mind. She had a pair of six inch Louboutin heels, a fresh French manicure, and a Chanel purse hanging off her arm for crying out loud. You could’ve always asked someone else in the building but you didn’t want to make an embarrassing reputation for yourself quite just yet.

The clock ticked by, just about to reach the third hour when you heard the elevator doors ding open. You looked up and a bearded and very well-built man in a black sweater walked out. You couldn’t see his face because he hid it behind a navy blue cap and a pair of clear plastic Ray Bans sunglasses. Your head tilted slightly as you wondered why those sunglasses looked so familiar. You’d seen those exact pair on someone before, but you couldn’t remember who for the life of you.

The mystery man started to walk towards the door opposite yours. You watched him move, wondering if you knew him from somewhere; there was something about him that reminded you of someone. He was so busy texting he didn’t even notice you sitting on the floor until he tripped over your feet before you could move them out of his way. His head turned your way as you scrambled to your feet, you were about to apologize when he beat you to it.

“Sorry about that,” he winced. “I’ve been told I shouldn’t text and walk.”

Why does even his voice sound so familiar?

“It’s my fault, I shouldn’t have been obstructing the hallway.” You smiled and he mirrored it; you noticed how perfect his teeth was and how heart-fluttering his smile was. “Um- Are you living in that apartment?” You pointed to the door he was standing in front of, only realizing how stupid that question was after you said.

“Yes I am,” he nodded. “Are you the new neighbor?” He asked and you nodded. “I heard someone was moving in across the hall, I didn’t think it’d be a pretty girl.” He joked and you chuckled softly. “I suppose we’re going to be living out a cliché rom-con plot now that I’ve fallen for you.”

“What?” Your eyes narrowed in confusion.

“Oh my God,” he laughed and grabbed his left breast. “That was a really bad joke. Uh- I don’t- I was referring to the tripping and-” he rambled then pressed his lips together to stop himself. “You know what, don’t worry about it because that didn’t make sense at all.”

He’s cute when he’s nervous.

“So what uh- what are you doing obstructing the hallway?” He asked, raising an eyebrow at you behind his sunglasses. “Are you locked out of your apartment? You know you can just go down to the lobby and ask for assistance, right? They’re very efficient here, pays to live in a high end apartment complex.”

“Um- actually uh- I was waiting for you,” you admitted then winced when you noticed him tense up.

“Look-” He suddenly didn’t seem as friendly as before. “I enjoy my privacy so if you want a photo and an autograph, I’ll give it to you as long as you promise not to tell people you’re my neighbor. I don’t need people swarming my front door.”

“No!” You held up your hands, trying to calm his nerves even though you didn’t really know what he was going on about. “I was waiting for you to help me kill a spider.” You said and his entire demeanor softened. “I didn’t even know if you were a boy or girl before I decided to wait out here so- whoever you are, you’re safe. I won’t tell anyone I’m your neighbor though I wasn’t planning to considering I don’t know who you are.”

“Oh,” was all he said.

“I can’t even see your face, man,” you chuckled.

“Right,” he pursed his lips. “Well- um- forget I said all that.”

“I would if I could,” you told him and he chuckled softly. “Now I’m curious as to who you are. From what you said I’m guessing you’re an actor. You do look kind of familiar but- it’s hard to tell in real life where I’ve seen you on the big screen. You all look crazy different in person.”

“Have you met many actors?”

“Enough,” you nodded and he waited for an explanation. “Don’t freak out when I say this but- I’m a journalist.” You saw him tense up again. “Oh my God,” you chuckled in disbelief. “I’m a journalist, not paparazzi. I’m more interested in writing about real things so you can calm down.”

“See I don’t know if I should be grateful or offended,” he commented and you laughed. “Well, since you have zero interest in me I might as well introduce myself.” He took his sunglasses off and revealed his face; your jaw dropped almost immediately. “I’m Chris Evans.”

Captain America.

You’re neighbors with Captain America.

Captain America is standing in front of you.

“I take that back,” he smirked at your stunned expression. “Perhaps you do have an interest in me after all.” You couldn’t find the words to respond, Captain America was your new neighbor. “So what’s the headline going to be?”

“If you think I’m going to share you, you’re insane.” You joked and he actually laughed. “Once again, Mr. Evans.” He made a face at that and you took it as a signal to use his first name instead. “I am a proper journalist, Chris. I don’t bother with celebrity gossip, at least not professionally.”

“But when I asked if you’ve met many actors, you said yes.”

“Yeah,” you giggled at his paranoia. “As a fan and not as a journalist, you dumb dork.”

“You’re calling me a dumb dork?” He scoffed and chuckled at the same time. “That’s rich coming from the girl sitting outside her apartment just to avoid a spider.”

“Oh,” you scoffed. “You want to go there? I am a fan of yours, Chris. I know you have a fear of spiders too and if you were me, you’d move houses instead of just sitting outside waiting for someone to get rid of it.”

“Okay, you got me there.” He said then laughed when you did. “But seriously though, have you ever pulled off your covers and seen one in your bed? ‘Cause I have and it was traumatizing.” You giggled. “I don’t know why you’re waiting on me ‘cause there ain’t no way I’m going in there. As pretty as you are, you’re not worth dying for.”

“Ouch,” you chuckled. “Can’t you just get your shield and help a girl out?”

“Hey, when beard’s out-” he pointed to his beard and you chuckled, “Captain America is off duty. I can call a guy for you though, get the place exterminated and cleansed so you’re good to move in without worrying about seeing one hanging out.”

“That means I’m going to have to haul all this stuff to a hotel,” you whined and he chuckled softly. “God, this is not a great start to a new beginning. I was so excited to get unpacked and have a nice hot bath in my new bathtub,” you told him and almost moaned just thinking about it.

“You’re more than welcomed to stay at my place until your apartment is ready,” he offered. “If I call the guy now- he can be here in like twenty minutes and be done by tomorrow. I’ve got a spare bedroom you can use, um-” he stopped talking when he saw how awkward you looked. “I’m being weird, aren’t I? I mean- we just met and I’m offering you a room in my apartment.”

“No,” you chuckled softly. “You’re being as sweet as I imagined you’d be,” you confessed and he smiled. “I just don’t want to imposed considering you like your privacy and have a serious fear of journalists. What will you do when I have to write? You might hover over my shoulder and make sure I’m not writing about you,” you teased him.

“Ha-ha,” he bit sarcastically. “Do you want a place to stay or not? It’ll be more convenient and a lot cheaper than a hotel.”

“Oh, yeah? What’s it cost?” You asked, completely aware you were using a line from The Winter Soldier. From the look on his face, you knew he could tell what he had to say next.

“A cup of coffee?”

“How about dinner instead?” You suggested with a smile.

He nodded then said, “see.” His smile grew wider as he continued, “I told you we were going to live out a cliche rom-com plot.” You stifled your laughter. “You know what, I changed my mind. I think I do like spiders after all 'cause they’re one hell of a wing man.”

Dumb dork.

AHS Imagine - Hotel Cortez

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“7…8…9 and…10!”

Your feet naturally padded down the familiar halls you’ve grown to love. Your mother—an angel in your innocent eyes, was in fact a drug addict, resulting in your current temporary living standards. She would brush you and your younger brother from the room so she could ‘Rest’, and during that time you would play hide-and-go-seek.

You pushed your dainty body between the ice machine and the open hallway. Your brother’s heavy footsteps passed the vacant hall you hid in. Hiding places were a challenge, the halls had no corners or little spaces you could crouch in, and the hall you chose was completely out of use…so you couldn’t sneak into a room even if you wanted to. But thankfully for your slim shape you slipped into the small space, hoping your brother wouldn’t catch you. It came as a surprise to you that the hotel even had an ice machine, but you questioned no further as it was a perfect hiding spot.

Hide-and-go-seek was always more fun in your old home, stairs and little rooms were throughout the house—but what really made the game fun was when your father joined. That was until your final game in that house. Your father decided to hide outside, you spent hours of your time searching under every branch and every little hole you could find.

you never found him.

Sometimes you prayed that he was still hiding, but the reality of it all…he left. You were 12; you weren’t oblivious…you knew your mother was unstable, and you knew he wasn’t going to come back… all you wanted to do was convince your mother that the worst was over. 

Your brother’s shadow fell on top of your crouched figure, to contain your giggles, you covered your mouth.

“Found you!” He squealed, and in one swift movement you were out of the small space and running into the delta of the halls.

Everything suddenly became a blur, your vision a congregation of shapes, finally became stable as the blood rushed from your head. Although you were slim, your underweighted body was the reason for your lack of stamina. Your eyes trailed beside the oddly designed walls, all-changing as you turned corners. Your brother—fit for his age, was right on your tail.  A quick turn down another hall sent your brother to an alarming halt. While your brother backtracked into the hall, you took the opportunity to push your feet to their maximum. Your feet begged for a small rest, as they stung every time you stepped. Looking back, you noticed your brother picking up the pace, with a smirk mischievously forming on his lips. Midway during your attempt to turn your head back, your face collided with a hard surface.

Jolting back from the impact, a hand helped you regain balance. Your brother’s shoes behind you slowly skidded on the carpet floor to a stop. You looked forward but had to tilt your head up because the man in front of you was much taller than you were.

“Y/N, running in my halls again I see?” He questioned, making his raised eyebrow show slight irritation.

“Right…sorry Mr. March, I promise it won’t happen again” You flashed him the same smile you gave him the last time you were in this position,

“That smile seems alarmingly familiar, I’m assuming this will be a daily routine?” Mr. March tried to hold his firm stare, but let a small smile crack… feeling bad for being so harsh on you.

“Sorry Sir,” You mumbled, looking down at your shoes,

“Sir? You make me feel old,” His chuckle made the atmosphere more complacent,

“Look up child, a lady keeps her head high…and her hands out of her pockets” Your gaze fell on your hands that were stuffed into your jean pockets, you quickly removed them and placed them on your sides.

“Ah, that’s better” He smiled, placing his hand on your shoulder,

“Promise me you won’t break anything?” He smirked,

“Especially that vase, oh…it must be as old as me,” He eyed the vase that was placed accurately in the corner of the hall.

“I’ll make sure to break that first” You replied, giving him another smile.

“Well, it didn’t mean that much to me anyway”

Your brother walked up to you and Mr. March, rather impatiently.

“Right…well I’ll leave you two to continue to cause ruckus in my halls,” Mr. March leaned on his cane, placing all his weight on it… your eccentric mind thought of it breaking and Mr. March falling on his face…hearing him uncomfortably mumble;

“…Oh my!”

A giggle left your lips and Mr. March studied your sudden outburst.

“What is it child? Is it something on my face?” He wiggled his moustache resulting in another giggle,

“Nothing Sir…I mean Mr. March, we’ll see you later!” You said before running down the hall, followed by your brother.  

~~~~~~~~~

          The stay at the Hotel Cortez was temporary; your mom finally admitted her problem and found treatment shortly after. You were 22, in your third year of university and living under your own roof…

“It’s a long drive boo,” Your mother said over the phone,

“Stop at motel or something, a day late won’t kill anyone”

You placed your phone between your shoulder and ear as you made a turn,

“Are you sure? If I drove all night I would probably make it by 7” You asked,

“Are you crazy!? Stay at a Hotel Y/N, I don’t want you driving this late” a groan left your lips,

“But mommm” You whined,

“What did I say about whining? Stay at a hotel and we’ll meet Sunday, night!” And with that, the line went dead.

Arguing with your mother was pointless, when she had her mindset; there was no trick around it, your arguments usually ended with;

“Y/N, I brought you into this damn world and I can take you out!”

You found an empty hotel parking lot and decided to stay there for the night. Locking your car, you dragged your suitcase to the entrance of the Hotel.

Once you entered, the familiar scent filled your nose…it was the Hotel Cortez. The sign was faintly flashing its name, and the outside was slightly renovated. You were surprised you didn’t realize it was the Hotel from the beginning, which embarrassed you.

“Y/N” The sweet voice of Liz Taylor filled your ears, her smile welcomed you.

“Liz” You greeted, as you were pulled into a comforting hug,

“It’s been 10 years, where on earth did you disappear to?” Liz poured a drink but stopped before the liquid left the mouth of the bottle,

“You’re over 20 right?” She eyed you, impatiently shaking the bottle,

“Yes Liz, I’m 22” You replied,

“Then how the hell old does that make me?” Liz questioned, before pouring the liquid into the glass,

In one swift gulp, the glass was empty,

“Thanks for the drink Liz, but I better get going” You jumped off the stool and headed to the receptions desk.

A familiar greeting came from Iris—minus the booze, but she happily gave you the room you shared with your mother and brother, 10 years ago.

Making your way out of the elevator and into the native hallway, you hear heels lightly scrape the floors,

“The linins! I can get these stains out! Don’t worry sir, you wont even know they were there!” Ms. Evers trotted from the corner and scurried past you,

“Y/N, good to see you again” she said, almost completely out of breathe, and in seconds her small frame was around another corner, and out of your sight.

Ms. Evers was always in a hurry, and frankly very fidgety, but one thing you knew was whenever you saw Ms. Evers, Mr. March followed right after.

“Ms. Evers! Don’t forget to bring extra sheets! This ones going to be one hell of a me-“

Mr. March stopped in his tracks as his eyes fell on you, his face stayed baffled as you slowed to a stop.

“What was that, Sir?” Ms. Evers returned, popping her head from out of the corner,

“Nothing” Mr. March said quietly. Ms. Evers sighed and headed back towards the direction she came from.

“Young Y/N,” He greeted with a sloppy smile,

“I’m surprised you actually came back…I mean this hotel is marvellous but…” He trailed off,

“You’re back” the sloppy smile stayed,

“How did you know it was me?” You giggled, stepping forward,

“Even a blind man could remember you, and he would say how gorgeous you’ve become”

Biting his lip, he skipped forward; his hot breath touched your skin, sending shiver’s to dance down your spine. His secretive aura was always something that intrigued you, even when you were small.

Mr. March reached for your hand, and placed a gentle kiss on it. His gesture wasn’t the reason for the butterflies in your stomach, it was his eyes that discreetly watched you as he did, and you couldn’t help but feel your heart pound.

“Care for a drink?” His hand stayed locked with yours, lightly caressing the back of your hand.

“I would Mr. March but—“

“James” He corrected,

“James,” you amended,

“But, I have to leave early tomorrow to visit my mom, I’m sorry” You said, removing your hand from his grasp,

“Very well,” he inhaled sharply, and exhaled.

“Y/N” he said, regaining hold on your hand,

“You know you’re always welcomed into my hotel? This can be a place of comfort if you’d like…free of charge” He emphasized the last part, by giving you a warm smile.

“I normally don’t do this but, there’s something about you,” his voice softened, as his hand found your hips,

“You’ve become such a beautiful young lady, Y/N,” With his free hand, he placed loose strands of hair behind your ear, and gently cupped your cheek,

“You’re simply exhilarating, my darling” James held his bottom lip between his teeth, and his eyes bounced from yours to your lips.

“Such a gentle soul” 

The sudden urge to kiss him, or even watch as he felt the same surprised you. The moment you saw him, as unquestionably yet questionably youthful he looked, you felt your heart race, it was something unexplainable, and simply something you couldn’t understand. Soul mates were something you never believed in, but what you felt made you question the whole myth of it all. 

How was he still young? His looks remained unchanged since the last time you saw him…10 years ago.

“How are you still young?” the question left your lips without notice, that was until his expression changed to astonishment.

He looked down,

“Why?”

“You’ve seen enough evidence to know what’s impossible becomes very possible here” He said, lifting his head,

“I’m not what you think I am, but I was once,” He continued. You tried to remove yourself from his grasp, but he held tighter,

“I died, in 1925” The sentence rendered you speechless, as if you felt his hands turn ice cold as he said that.

“But, my feelings for you would not have changed, dead or alive,” He added, releasing his grip, but kept it firm…in a reassuring way.

“You made me feel loved, when you were just a girl, you weren’t scared of me, you treated me like no one ever treated me before,” He swallowed hard, you saw the hope in his eyes that you would listen to him,

“And now, a grown woman, seeing you tonight made me realize what those feelings really were” His voice was low, but quiet. 

You’ve never seen him like this, he was always the energetic, yet odd owner of the hotel, who you considered a friend when you were younger, but now…you considered being more.

“Y/N,” He said, with his hand still on your cheek, and his breath still hitting your skin.

“I—“

“Sir!” He was cut off; his jaw clenched as he hesitantly removed his hands from your skin,

“What is it Ms. Evers” He answered, irritably.

“The sheets” she said, uneasily.

“Right” He whispered.

“I must head off,” He continued, caressing your cheek quickly with his thumb,

“It was nice seeing you again,” You smiled, breaking the silence,

“It’s always a pleasure” His eyes fixated on you, he leaned on his cane and gave you a wink before walking past you, whistling almost inaudibly.

“I do hope we can continue this…if you ever consider returning”

“My offer still stands,” He said,

“Goodnight, young Y/N” he chimed to you. You turned to return the dismissal but his figure was nowhere in sight, but somehow, if you listened carefully…his soft whistles permeated your ears.

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I thought of doing a part 2 but idk idk idk. 

Kozik cheats for anon! Hope you like it!

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You don’t know how you hadn’t noticed it by now, honestly. It’s so blatantly obvious that there’s something wrong in your relationship when Kozik doesn’t come home at night anymore. He’ll claim he had to be at the clubhouse or something important and eventually, he started to run out of excuses.

But now that you’re standing here watching him lock lips with some girl that obviously isn’t you, it dawns on you that this is why he hasn’t been home. This is why he’s smelled of some other girls perfume, it being way too strong for your liking. That was the first clue.

The second clue came when he’d have random hickies on his collarbones, obviously in places he’d try to hide. But you ignored it because well, you like to put hickies there too. It was dumb to make up excuses for him.

The third clue was when you found her panties in with his clothes from a run. Normally it’d be just fine because they look like a pair of yours, but the fact is you’re a size medium, and these are extra small. You still made up excuses for him.

The fourth clue, well, his skipping out on you to stay at the clubhouse. Constant excuses as for the club needing him to keep watch or things of the sort.

The last clue is right in front of your face, their lips locked together and his hands touching at intimate parts of her body. Should you cry or laugh? You really don’t know.

Kozik doesn’t seem to notice you at all, too engrossed in shoving his tongue down this whores throat. You wonder if this actually hurts you or not, if your heart is breaking on the inside or if you knew all along this was happening.

Some of the guys are watching you, eyes wide as he grip tightly at your purse. Since your car had broken down, he’d offered to let you borrow his truck to get around, and with the keys gripped tightly in your hand, you make your way over. You dump them into what’s obviously her drink, it disturbing the both of them.

The moment Kozik catches your eye, his widen and he moved back from the girl a little, clearing his throat. “Y/N?” He asks and you just nod. “Just came by to drop your keys off. My cars fixed thanks to Tig.” You say, shrugging your shoulders. “I’ll leave you be. Your things are in the back of your truck.” You add and Kozik runs a hand through his hair.

“I’m sorry.” Kozik starts and you just hold up a hand, taking the beer on the table. “Hope you two are happy.” You smile and take a large drink from the beer before heading out to your car. No one follows you, Kozik doesn’t come running after you. And that answers your last suspicion.

He doesn’t love you anymore.

Hope I’m not too late to put in my work for the Zephyr Appreciation Week. Might be a bit sketchy, I was in a rush to complete this since I was away for most of this week.


Zephyr was my third Warframe since joining 3 years ago. I spent a lot of time on Mag, then Frost, however I was really excited when I got my hands on Zephyr.

One of the few Warframes back then who had a passive, and who could maneuver to difficult places with ease (before the Pakour 2.0 update). Farming her was difficult back when I didn’t have many weapons to chose from; the Oxium Ospreys that blew up in my face didn’t have a dent in their armour most of the time.

With the release of the Hagoromo TennoGen skin, I immediately went straight back to playing her for a while, it was a great addition that brought her to fame for a short time. It’s sad to see that she isn’t as popular, but she’ll always be one of my favourites.

“Hold on, hold on. ‘Bannerman Road?’ You’ve just taken us to contemporary Earth, haven’t you? Contemporary for me, I mean.” Clara squinted. “Are we just in Ealing? You promised me an adventure.”

The Doctor’s glance back at her was perfunctory at best. “The adventure’s been delayed. I need to check in on a friend. Her robot dog is on the blink. You can wait in the TARDIS if you want, or…” He waved a hand, vaguely. “Find a shop to loiter in.”

Clara scowled. “No, I’m coming. You never take me to meet your friends.”

“You’ve met Missy.”

“You never take me to meet the friends that don’t try to trick you into killing me. You do have friends like that, right? It’s not just a long string of murderous sociopaths throughout time and space?”

The Doctor paused a little too long. “I’m fairly confident it isn’t.”

Sarah Jane Smith seemed reassuringly ordinary, a woman of ambiguous maturity (Clara was pretty sure she was older than she looked, which might mean anything from decades to millennia, knowing the Doctor), living in a house in greater London with her daughter who, as Sarah Jane proudly informed them both, was called Sky. Sky looked about sixteen but Clara would come to have the impression, from the way Sarah Jane and Sky both danced around the issue, that this was not her chronological age.

“Doctor!” Sarah Jane called out as soon as she saw them. She put her hands on her hips in a maternal sort of way. “And how many faces has this been in the last five years alone? It’s the third I’ve seen. You need to be taking better care of yourself. I like this one, though; it’s like the one you had when we met. And who’s this?”

“Clara Oswald,” said Clara. She put out a hand.

“Clara. That’s a lovely name. How did you meet the Doctor?”

“She was in a Dalek,” said the Doctor.

“That’s not how we met,” said Clara. “That was just last week.”

“I didn’t mean this you, I meant Dalek you. Wait. Did I even tell you that story?”

“No,” said Clara. “No, you did not. You’ve been frustratingly vague about how many versions of me you met before you met the real me. I know about the Victorian one, and the one who fought in the Russian revolution, and the crime lord in a decaying city full of masked vigilantes, and the one who lived in a Remote colony in the far future, and I know about the one who married your friend Charlotte Pollard, but you did not tell me about a version of myself who was a Dalek.”

“Mm. Boring story, really. Amy and Rory divorced for no reason and reunited ten minutes later. I don’t understand your human relationships.”

Sarah Jane nodded politely. Clara gave her a helpless shrug. “I don’t know who he’s talking about either.”

Sarah Jane gave them both a fond smile. “That’s the Doctor, for you, always name-dropping historic figures, obscure figures from Venusian culture, and what not. I’ve learned to filter out at least half of what he says.”

Sky looked up from her phone. “I think he means the writer, Amelia Williams. Her husband was called Rory.” She went back to playing her mobile game.

Clara stared at the Doctor. “You did not tell me you knew Amelia Williams. You know I love Amelia Williams. Why did you not tell me you knew Amelia Williams? Wait, I met her as a Dalek? Oh, God, I’m getting second-hand embarrassment because I met Amelia Williams as a Dalek. Is it second-hand embarrassment when she’s an echo of you? I didn’t try to exterminate her, did I? Can you take me to meet Amelia Williams?”

The Doctor looked uncomfortable. Sarah Jane interpreted his look and intervened. “Sometimes it’s best not to, love.”

Clara looked crestfallen, but changed the subject. “How did you meet the Doctor?”

Sarah Jane laughed. “I stowed away in the TARDIS. I was pretending to be my aunt. We got along famously, but being hypnotized every week got old. He dropped me off in Aberdeen, of all places, and I didn’t see him again for twenty years.”

Clara sighed. “I assume you weren’t living in Aberdeen?”

“I wasn’t even living in that decade. I was from 1980, and he dropped me off in 1976. It was… something of a head start for my career, I suppose, or it would have been if it weren’t for all of the witch cults getting in the way. I saw the Doctor next in 1996, when he left his friend Sam Jones at my flat to live with me for a year.”

Clara gave the Doctor an appalled glare.

“You were never from 1980,” said the Doctor.

“I think I know what year I was from,” said Sarah Jane. “I’m sure I told you several times.”

“I met you in the UNIT years. That was the 1970s.”

“It was the 1980s. Some of us keep track of what decade they live in.”

“How could it have been the 1980s? The Brigadier retired in 1976.”

Sarah Jane opened and shut her mouth, silently. “I guess… he did? Oh, Doctor, I know this is your fault, somehow.”

Clara nodded. “This is clearly your fault.”

“It wasn’t me. It was Borusa’s time scoop. It’s a violent, primitive form of time travel dating back to the Dark Times. The Time Lords put history back together badly afterwards. I blame Narvin.”

“Oh, you would blame someone else,” said Sarah Jane. “The Time Lords didn’t make you drop me off in Aberdeen.”

“They did, actually. They summoned me; I couldn’t bring you with me to Gallifrey, then. It was a xenophobic time, just before Greyjan the Sane’s administration. They would have erased your memory, all of our time together. I’ve… seen it happen before.”

“I didn’t need you to bring me to Gallifrey, Doctor. I didn’t need you to leave me in Scotland, either.”

The Doctor blinked. “Aberdeen’s in Scotland?”

“I keep telling you that Aberdeen’s in Scotland!”

Clara looked at the Doctor. “How can you not know Aberdeen’s in Scotland?”

“I’m not actually Scottish, you know.”

“I know that. Of course I know that. But you said you went to university in Scotland.”

“In Edinburgh. I studied medicine under Joseph Lister. Is that near Aberdeen?”

Clara sighed. “Not really. Look, this conversation is going downhill and I’m going to make you a notecard, okay?”

The Doctor gave her a long-suffering look. “Fine.”

Clara pulled a neat white rectangle from her bag and penned ‘IT WAS MY FAULT, I SHOULD HAVE KNOWN YOU DIDN’T LIVE IN ABERDEEN.’ “I’m just going to show this to you whenever we meet with Sarah Jane in the future, okay?”

Sarah Jane looked delighted. “We’ll have tea sometime. I’ll introduce you to Sam, and Jo, and Liz, and Luke, and Rani, and Clyde.”

Clara grinned. “Sounds like a date.”

IKWYDLS {Newt x Reader AU} 

Requested: YAS.

Author: Joi A. Wade

Summary: Newt and the gang have returned from summer vacation, ready to finish their last year of High School. But, when a well kept secret breaks loose, things start turning for the worst.


I just don’t see what went wrong. I thought everything between us was going fine…but I guess dirty secrets can’t be kept for long.

Yesterday…

I couldn’t wait to see (Y/N) after two and a half months of being away from each other. The only communication we had was texting and bloody Facetime, which didn’t really help on how much I missed her. My summer wasn’t the same without her, sure I had fun in Aruba, but being a million miles away from my love…just didn’t feel right.

Well, now it’s Wednesday, I’m back home and at school, and I can finally reunite with my fellow companions for our last year of high school. I even missed those shuck-faces.

 Entering through the doors, I was greeted with that same smell the school reeked of. Bleach and complete klunk. But, not even the smell was going to ruin this day for me. I was going to hug and kiss (Y/N) after so long, and that’s all that mattered.

“Hey, well, if it isn’t the shuckiest, shuck-face around W.I.C.K.E.D High.” I felt a hand clamp on my back, accompanied with a sarcastic tone in the person’s voice.

“Good to see you, too, Minho. How was your summer?”

“Fantastic! You have NO idea how many sweet asses there are in Miami, it was heaven on Earth, my friend. How was Aruba?” Minho grinned, “See any hot, Caribbean girls down there?”

I rolled my eyes, is that really all he cares about? Well, it IS Minho for Christ sake.

“Have you forgotten that I am happily with my lovely girlfriend?” I playfully glare at him.

Suddenly, his playful demeanor changed quickly and his body language looked uncomfortable for some reason.  

“O-Oh yeah. I forgot about (Y/N).” Minho shook his head, arms crossed.

I looked at him questionably, wondering why he said her name like it was some kind of curse, with a look of displeasure plastered on his face. Clearing my throat, I got his attention again.

“Is there something you’d like to tell me?” I crossed my arms, getting ready to bloody curse the shuck out of him for having such a bad attitude toward (Y/N).

Minho sighed, scratching the back of his neck, as if he were having a debate inside of his head about something.

“Look…Newt.There’s something you should know about (Y/N) and…I don’t think you’re gonna like it.”  


It’s already third period and still no sign of Newt anywhere. I would have thought he would have met me by my locker or something, or at least have texted me. Did he miss me like he said he did? Has he forgotten about me? Has he…found out about anything? No. No, he couldn’t have. No one saw me, I was very careful about what I was doing…I hope.


“Hey, Newt! Nice to see you back in one piece,” I rushed up to my friend, seeing that he was finished talking with Gally and Teresa…why would he be talking to them…at the same time?

I saw him clench his fist, slowly turning to face me. His body language screamed DANGER, but his facial expression screamed HI, FRIEND.

“Hello, Thomas. How was your summer?” He spoke through clenched teeth, eyes softly glaring at me. Okay, two things weren’t right already about this conversation.

One, his whole tense attitude towards me, even though his voice was soft and inviting. Two, the fact that he addressed me as ‘Thomas’ instead of his usual nickname for me.

“It was fine…”

“Oh was it now? Did you…spend it with someone special?” He took a step closer to me, making me stiffen up. He must have noticed the change in my face, because his smile turned sinister, his scowl deepening.

“W-What…what do you mean?”

Newt chuckled darkly leaning against the lockers next to him. This was only increasing my anxiety even more, and the anticipation of a punch coming my way pretty soon. As quick as it was to come, his grin disappeared; he was now showing the emotion of rage. He knows.

“I know what you did, Tommy.”


He knows.


{ Oki Doki! This is the longest imagine I’ve written so far! Yay! SHould I make a part 2?? I just might! I hope you enjoyed <3 }

Her thoughts could be more or less this: “He is acting strangely while talks about this woman, giving compliments. I need more informations".



Her face in the second gif is precious. Like: “I need to meet this Lagertha, to know why he is so monosyllabic right now!”.


In the third gif she is trying to tease him, maybe to see how he would react with the perspective that she would meet Lagertha, and ask her about his past. They had so little time on our screen, but their interaction as a couple is amazing and accurate. This is exactly how the most part of women I know would act.

By the way, this gifs are not mine, they belong to @vikingshistory

His face is screaming: “I’m in trouble!”

TRUE ROMANCE: III + Book 2 of Soul Mate


Summary: What if second chances did exist…except in another life?

A/N: Here’s part three of my oh-so-cliche modern au fic that i actually adore writing because i’m a fuckin’ sucker for romance. Hope you all enjoy and your kind feedback is appreciated :)

Warning: None!

Word Count: 3.2K+

I + II


Mother nature must have been furious because the rain hadn’t stopped for the past eight hours or so. Of course, you hadn’t realized how much time had flown because the entire time Ben had you either crying from laughter or crying from a movie–either way, you were crying. You were amazed at how easily you two connected, it almost scared you. Just a day ago you had met him and here you sat, casually on his couch as if you two had known each other for years. But what topped the cake was the fact that you nearly had fallen asleep on his shoulder as the soft sounds of rainfall mixed with the old black and white film he had been showing you caused you to drift off–it was hard to stay awake, especially with the lack of sleep you had this week.

Keep reading

Imagine Jared cheating on you

“Areyou sure we are at the same gate?” I ask Emma through the phone,she’s nowhere to be seen.

“Yeah, your flight arrived here, I already checked twice”

I stand in an empty seat and I finally see Emma’s confused face trying to locate me.

“I see you! I see you!” She starts shouting while running towards me.

I get down of the seat and run to get to her. When we finally meet, I receive a warm hug from her and she takes my suitcase before we head out of the airport.

“He’s probably asleep now, they all went out last night and Jared was the last one to come back to the hotel” She informs me, “But I talked with reception and they agreed to give me a new key of his room for you”

“Tonight’s the concert?” I ask her as we try to get a cab, she nods waving her hand, making a cab stop in front of us, “Finally, the last show, they must be so tired”

“Yeah, they are. I am too, though”

We get in the cab and Emma gives the driver the address. I notice how she closes her eyes from time to time, she works as hard as the guys, and a lot of people don’t even acknowledges it. I grab her hand and give it a little squeeze, I receive a sleepy smile in return.

The hotel is packed with fans, and there’s a fence separating them from the stairs. The guys arrived the day before, and most of the fans mustn’t have got a picture or even a glance of them, reason why there was so many of them in there. I notice how some fans recognize us while the cabdriver hands me my suitcase. I hear some girls calling my name, asking me about the guys and others taking my picture. I’m used to this, I just smile and try to get to the front door with Emma.

We talk with the receptionist, we add my name to the room info and I’m finally free to go to Jared’s room. Emma leaves me when the elevator reaches her floor, and I’m all alone now. The next floor is Jared’s, so I get down and walk to the door with the same number as my card.

For some reason I’m nervous, I haven’t seen him in a month, and our last conversation, two days ago, didn’t finish in good terms. I basically insinuated that I was better off alone than with someone I got to see once every two months. And that’s why I got in a plane in such a rush, with only Emma’s knowledge of my visit to Jared.

I take a deep breath inserting the card and wait for the green light indicating that the door is open. When I get in, I can see that the place is a mess, Jared’s clothes is everywhere, his suitcases open with clothes falling out from them, and his guitar case resting on the sofa. I leave my suitcase next to Jared’s and walk to the window, I can see the fans sitting in groups outside and I conceal a gasp when I notice that it will start snowing soon and all those kids are outside just waiting for the guys.

A sound coming from the room makes me take my eyes away from the window, I’ve been practicing my speech during the whole flight. I will apologize, beg, do whatever he wants; I just want Jared back. I get to the room, opening the door trying to be as quiet as possible, I can see Jared sitting on the side of the bed, only wearing his underwear while rubbing his face trying to wake up. I open the door completely at the same time I see a third person coming from under the blankets to hug him from the back.

“Jared?”

I’m still holding the knob, and his name comes out of my mouth without me even noticing. Both look alarmed at the door, the girl still resting her whole body on Jared’s back. I swear I can hear my name coming out of his lips, but the only thing I’m sure I can hear is the pounding of my heart. The tears start coming out when Jared gets up from the bed to reach me.

“Don’t touch me” I whisper, avoiding his hands.

“Babe” I finally hear his voice, “Please”

I leave the room, I want to get out of there, punch Jared in the face, maybe scream to the blonde and much younger girl who’s still in the room, but I can’t manage to do a thing. I stand there, in the middle of the small living room area. I can hear how the girl gets dressed in a hurry, saying things to Jared that my ears catch from time to time.

“You didn’t say you had a girlfriend” She mutters, anger clear on her voice.

What am I supposed to do now?

I sit in the sofa, with the guitar case hurting my back, but I need to sit somewhere or I would faint at any moment. I’m dizzy, feeling goose bumps all over my body, the tears keep coming out and all I want to do is scream.

“Babe, please” I hear Jared again, standing behind my back, “I- I can explain, I swear”

The girl’s footsteps are louder now, she’s in the living room and her high heels make my head ache.

“I’m really sorry” She says, “I didn’t know, I swear”

I’ve always wondered what reaction should someone have towards the person their partner’s been cheating with. I thought you must be mad at the woman, or men, because they are the ones that agreed to get in the middle. But now that I was in this situation, the only person I could blame was Jared. Because he was the one to make the call and stop whatever happened between him and the girl, because he was the one with an established relationship, he was the one who decided to cheat and destroy what we had. I don’t know if I was thinking the right thing, but that was all I can think about.

All I can feel is anger towards Jared, and I know I could end up beating the shit out of him, and I want to do it, I want him to feel the pain that I’m feeling now. But I also know that nothing could compare to this pain, to the way I can feel my heart breaking inside my chest, this feeling… this emptiness that I’ve never felt before.

“Was it because of what I said?” I ask, my voice really thick because of the tears.

“I was angry” He answers, sitting on the sofa in front of the one I’m sitting on, he’s now wearing a shirt, but still on his underwear, “I’m twelve hours away from home and the only thing you say to me is that you’re tired of this. I’m tired too, you know?”

“And yet here I am, as faithful as ever, flying those twelve hours just to see you. And here you are, with the best surprise in the world for me” I mumble, my eyes on his, “Being angry is not an excuse”

Jared starts running his hands through his hair, they are shaking and the look on his face shows that he’s scared.

“All I want to do is punch you in the face, break your nose, make you feel the pain that I’m feeling” I mutter, letting all my feelings out, “But that would not fix what you’ve done, and I know that would not compare to what I’m feeling right now”

“I fucked up” Jared sighs, now his shoulders shaking, “You really don’t know how sorry I am”

“I need to get out of here” I say, getting up from my seat.

“No, please, wait!”

Jared gets up too, and tries to reach me again. I can’t stand his hands close to me, I avoid him again and the tears start falling from his eyes now the starts to realize that I can’t stand him.

“I don’t want you to touch me, I don’t even want you near me, you hear? I want you away, I’m leaving!” I scream, clenching my fists.

“Punch me, scream at me, do whatever you want, but please- please don’t leave” He begs.

Part of me wants to stay, forgive him, because I love him. But that love is the one that pushes me to leave. I grab my bag, my hands shaking as I start walking towards the door. With my hand on the knob, I turn around to face him.

Jared’s mouth is a bit open, his eyes widen and his shoulders keep shaking.

“I’m coming back to LA, I’ll pick all my stuff and leave”

“I’m sorry” He mumbles again.

“Being sorry will not cure the damage you’ve done, Jared. I love you, but after this… I guess I was better off alone”

I close the door, the last thing I see is how he crumbles on the floor. I take a deep breath just like I did a few minutes ago, and I finally start letting go all the intense crying, I know I will start screaming, because I can’t hold all the pain, but I can’t do it now in the middle of the corridor. The only choice I have is locating Emma. My hand goes straight to my chest as I walk to the elevator, the pain gets deeper and deeper as I walk away, but there’s no way I can forgive him for what he did, I respect myself to much to lower myself over something like this. Jared fucked everything up and all I can do is leave and start again, I can’t let my life get ruined over this.


Imagine Jared cheating on you | Part Two

You move on his bed feeling the first rays of sunlight break into your room.
“ Good morning sunshine. ” You listen one voice you know behind you. You turned and found Kai lying on his bed with a big smile on his face.
“ What are you doing here? ” You asked away and pulling the covers closer to the body. “ I was watching you sleep, obviously. ” He said as if it were the most natural thing in the world. “ What? I like to watch you sleep. ” He said noticing the look of astonishment on your face. He got up and started walking to his side of the bed. “ You’re obsessed with me or something?! ” You asked walking away from him. You tried to pull the blanket together, but he held it. “ I’m not obsessed, just curious. ” He said casually looking around the room as if he had never stopped to look before. “ Curious? ” You asked frowning in confusion. “ Yes. I have to say, you are very different when you’re sleeping. Is not running away from me and insulting me. ” He said smiling while moved the stuffed animals on the side of his bed. “ Yes. That’s because I’m sleeping! ” You screamed but returned to normal tone of voice trying not to lose patience with him. “ How did you get here Kai? ” “ Oh, just as I entered the other times.” He said lying on his bed again but now with a teddy bear on her lap. “ The other times? Wait, how long you do it? ” You asked indignantly taking the bear off his lap and throwing across the room. “ You’re so cute when you’re mad. ” he said walking toward you. “ KAI! ” “ Two or three months. ” He answered your previous question. “ What? ” You began to feel anger for not realizing that he had been watching you for so long. “ Hey calm baby, I just stared. ” He said taking her face in her hands. “ Do not call me baby, ” you said it away from him. “ Why do you do that? ” you asked and before he could answer you continued. “ And do not tell me it’s because you like me look asleep. ” He smiled at that and walked closer to you. “ Ok, first I really like the look you sleeping. Second, it helps in my self control. ” Walking in front of you, he traced a finger around the collar around his neck. He cleared his throat. “ And third, I like your pajamas, they always rise when you move in your sleep. Sexy. ” He smiled and cocked his head to the side giving a quick look at your body. “ I do not know how it can help you with your self control ” you said pulling away and folding his arms across his chest being very aware that his pajamas were transparent.
“ Oh, If you knew how hard is look at you and not being able to touch you, you would understand. ” He muttered to himself with a little smile. “ Kai why are you telling me this? ” Because I want you to let me look at you without invade into your room every night. “ He said through you heading toward the stairs and you followed ago . ’‘Is tiring pass through the window ” “ You can only kidding me.” You said as she followed him into the kitchen. “No I’m not. Look, if you let me stay I can do morning café for you every day.” He said winking at you. You looked at him a little thoughtful. You were a cooking disaster. “ All right, you will keep coming anyway. ” “ Good girl. ”