and i will do another gif set so this is part 1

Imagine Sebastian getting you and Chris together. (Part 1)

A/N: This is a request from @cassiejade93, it’s kinda become a two parter. 🤗

“You gotta toss it up,” Sebastian directed, acting out a tossing action. “You’re not going to get it in if you throw it straight, you’re just going to blind me.” He said and you giggled, pegging a gummi bear straight at his face. “Ow,” he laughed, flinching when it got him in the cheek. “Up.” He told you and tilted his head back, opening his mouth to prepare himself for the catch.

“Up,” you nodded and copied what he demonstrated earlier. He had to dive back, but he managed to catch it. “We did it!” You threw your hands up excitedly, spilling the bag of Yupi Gummi Bears that you had in your hand. “Oops,” you giggled, picking them up off Sebastian’s couch to stuff them back into the bag.

“My God, you are an idiot.” He chuckled, getting off the couch to pick up those that had fallen on the floor of his trailer. You held out the packet for him to throw the bears back in, but he pushed it away and collected it in his hand instead. “Don’t be disgusting, Y/N. These have been on the floor.”

“If your floors aren’t clean enough to eat off, doesn’t that make you the disgusting one?” You retorted, provoking him enough to peg at gummi bear at you. “Ow!” You yelped then giggled, pegging a couple back; one bounced off his forehead, the other got caught in his hair. You snickered, but said nothing because you wanted to see how long it could stay there.

It was a game, though ongoing joke was a better description. It started with those ‘Hello, My Name Is _________’ stickers; you’d fill in the blank with something stupid and try and get it on the backs of unsuspecting victims. But over time, you’d moved on to getting small objects- such as gummi bears- in people’s hair. You and Sebastian started it, then recruited a few other members of the Infinity Cast war to join. Anthony was ridiculously good, as were Robert, Chris (Pratt), Tom (Holland), and surprisingly, Benedict. The best unsuspecting victims were Chris (Evans), Mark, Tom (Hiddleston), the stickers could last on their back all day if no one said anything. But usually someone would, especially if they were needed on set. Robert got in trouble once because of the game. He’d stuck one on Chris after he got into his Captain America suit and completely forgot about it. It wasn’t until the camera started rolling and Chris’ back was to the camera that Anthony and Joe noticed the sticker that said, “Hi, My Name Is Cool Ranch Dorito.” Everyone laughed, but a rule was made to keep the stickers away from cast members who were about to shoot.

“What?” Sebastian asked with narrowed eyes when he returned to his original spot on the couch. You were trying hard not to crack, but the sight of the orange gummi bear was too much for you. “What?” He laughed himself, patting his hair down because he could tell from your expression you’d put something in his hair. “Oh, haha. That’s real mature.” He pulled it out and you fell back, clutching your stomach from laughter. “Okay, breathe,” he chuckled. “It’s not even that funny.”

“It is when you’re sleep deprived,” you smiled at him, tugging the sleeves of your sweatshirt over your hands. “What time is it?” You yawned, resting your head on the cushion you had pressed up against the arm of the couch as you curled up on your side. “I feel like I haven’t slept in twenty-four hours, Seb.”

“Just sixteen,” he corrected.

“Ugh, God.” You groaned into the cushion and he laughed. “And I haven’t had any proper food all day. Hey,” you sat up, grinning excitedly. “Do you want to go get some dinner? I could really use some fuel, I’m pretty sure I’ve got another scene at nine.”

“I’m actually good,” he declined and you frowned. “I grabbed something earlier with Mackie,” he explained and earned a pout from you. “Why don’t you go look for Chris?” You knew from the look on his suggestive face he meant Chris Evans; the Chris you’d known the longest and were closest with. You weren’t close anymore. Not since he surprised you with his new relationship status, especially when you were so sure he felt the same way you did. “I don’t think he’s eaten and I think he just finished shooting his scene.”

“I’m not having dinner with Chris Evans.”

“Can you not pretend like you haven’t known him your entire life?”

“I can’t because I haven’t known him my entire life,” you countered. “And even if I did, I don’t want to. Why should I? He’s pretending like we don’t have feelings for each other, so why can I pretend like he’s just a co-worker?” Sebastian sighed. “It’s not like he cares anyway,” you muttered bitterly, “he’s too busy with his new girlfriend.”

“If he doesn’t care, he wouldn’t be constantly asking me about you.” He told you and you felt your heart skip a beat. “Y/N, he hates not talking to you. He hates that you’re spending more time with me than you are with him. He hates-”

“He hates not telling me the truth,” you finished for him. “Chris can’t admit that he likes me, Sebastian. Maybe I sound incredibly conceited, but I know he’s in-love with me. I know because- I am not an idiot. You’re not either, and neither is anyone else in the cast that’s why everyone was so surprised when he brought that girl to drinks. So no, I’m not going to pretend like I’m okay with just being friends because I’m not.”

“Then tell him that.”

“And be a home wrecker?” You scoffed. “No thanks. I don’t get involved with the involved, and I am done trying to get involved with Chris. If he’s so happy with Amber or Amy or- whatever her name is, then good for him. I hope he gets everything he dreams of with her and they live happily ever after. Despite everything,” you sighed with a heavy hearted smile, “I still want nothing but happiness for him. But that doesn’t mean I want to be there to watch it unfold,” you interrupted before Sebastian could say “he’s not going to be happy without his best friend;” he sighed. “I’m just too in-love with him to do that,” you admitted softly, fiddling with your sleeves. “I know I’m being selfish, but I can’t do it.”

“You’re not being selfish,” he assured you.

“Debatable,” you shrugged. “Will you take me to dinner now?”

“Yeah I’ll take you to dinner,” he smiled, getting up off the couch.

“You’re the best, Bas,” you grinned, jumping to your feet as well.

As soon as the footsteps started to approach the door Chris was standing in front of, his eyes widened and he squeezed himself into the small space between Sebastian’s and Anthony’s trailers. He didn’t want you to know that he’d heard everything you’d said to Sebastian, even if he didn’t mean for it to happen. He was coming to ask if Sebastian wanted to join him, Anthony, and Jeremy for drinks. He had no idea you’d be in there, he’d heard you were with Elizabeth. His heart wrench at your confession, and it continued to ache when he heard your voice exiting the trailer.

“Seb, do you think we can sneak a slice of pizza?”

“I think you need to stop being such a bad influence.”

Chris only emerged from the shadows after the two of you walk past, sighing as he watched you walk off with Sebastian. He couldn’t believe how stupid he was, how he’d been so blind. He was in-love with you too, he’d just been friends with you too long to realize what he was feeling was love. What was he doing? Why was he wasting his time with someone else when the girl he could easily marry and have kids with was right in front of him? He needed to fix it and he needed to fix it now, before you moved on with someone else. You weren’t going to be on a set full of married men and guys in relationships forever. If Chris didn’t get a move on, he was definitely going to lose you.

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Part 2

Hi friends! Today I’ll be sharing with you a list of apps that I’ve found useful in my life as a student. I’m currently in my second week at community college and adjusting to that #collegelife. A lot of these apps are helpful for both high school and college students while some pertain to living on campus/ meeting new people. This is not a comprehensive list by any means, but I hope you find some new apps that may have some purpose for you!



an app a lot of you probably already know about, forest allows you to set a timer for long you want to be productive and stay off your phone. In that time, a tree grows and is placed in your digital forest. If you go into another app during the time, however, the tree will die :(


- a well-known language learning app, duolingo is simple to use and focuses on words and sentence structure in your target language.


similar to duolingo, but has a larger database of words and generally more to it. try both out to see which you like more!


a classic/ essential! create notecards and use a variety of methods to study them. my favorite part is that you can input your next test date and it will create a study plan for you and remind you to keep revising until you’ve mastered all the concepts.

I would also recommend downloading the app for whatever your school’s online learning platform is (if you use one). It’s so helpful to be able to quickly check what assignments you have due, check grades, and message your instructors right from your phone.


Cronometer- a simple and very comprehensive food tracker that has every food you can think of and shows you every macro and micronutrient you’ve consumed. it is important to make sure you’re consuming the proper amount of nutrients and this is the only app i’ve found that is free and shows you everything. there is also a place to log your weight and other biometrics and see trends over time.

Lifesum- another food tracker that gives tips on how to be healthier. beautiful interface and easy to use, although more in depth features require a membership.

MC- my cycles is a period tracker that allows you to input your flow, symptoms, mood, and any medications to effectively track your period with a simple and beautiful interface.

Foodstand- a great app for tracking nutrition, fitness, and water intake goals. all you have to do is draw a checkmark on the screen every time you’ve taken a step towards your selected goal!

Stop, breathe, and think- a fantastic meditation app! Input how you are feeling mentally and physically and the app will generate a list of guided meditations for you to choose from.

Sworkit- strength, cardio, flexibility, and yoga workouts, many of which don’t require equipment and are dorm friendly. you can even customize your own workout with your favorite moves!

Waterminder- water and liquid tracker, there’s all there is to it!

LaLa Lunchbox- this app is geared towards little kids but it allows you to create a meal plan and put foods from each category into your “lunchbox” to create an easy and healthy meal. depending on what foods you select for the week, the app generates a shopping list as well! this is so important to me since i commute and there is nowhere on campus to buy food.


Sleeptown- from the same developers as forest, you input your bedtime and wake up time and leave the app open while you sleep (your phone can be turned off). while you sleep, a building is constructed and added to your town. if you go to bed too late or go on your phone, the building is destroyed. it has an alarm in app and helps to develop a consistent sleep schedule.

Carrot Alarm- this app was KEY for me back when i had trouble waking up in the mornings. basically, the AI robot screams at you and forces you to perform certain tasks in order to turn the alarm off. I wouldn’t recommend if you live in a dorm unless your roommate is on board.

Sleep Time- a sleep tracker that monitors your breathing and movement to determine the best time to wake you up so you don’t feel groggy in the morning.


Heyy- this is such a fun app for when you’re making connections with a ton of new people. Input any contact information and social medias into the app and when you meet someone, you select which information to share with them via airdrop. makes meeting new people so much easier!

Spaceteam- a fun game that requires multiple people to safely guide a spaceship through the galaxy. great for in the dorms when you and your friends want something silly to do, also great for making new friends!

1 Second Everyday- simply film one second of video everyday and the app compiles them into a single video so you can look back on all you did in the year.


Productive- to do list and habit tracker with a simple and modern interface.

Thinglist- one list for all your tv shows, books, places, and other bucket list items.

Pinterest- find links and photos for studyspo, study tips, life hacks, style ideas, recipes, and sooo much more! you can organize them into “boards” so you can always find what you’re looking for.

Daily Budget- input your weekly income (or how much money you’ll allow yourself to spend in a week) and the app divides it among the days in the week. whenever you spend money the app deducts from that day (and the next if you spend too much) and any money you have left carries over to the next day.

Starbucks- the Starbucks app is great because it allows you to digitalize your gold card (spend $75 and get a free drink or food item) and gift cards, place mobile orders, and partake in challenges to earn more rewards.


Youtube- pretty self-explanatory, but you can find so many tips for school, life, health, etc. on youtube!

Google Photos- free up phone space by automatically backing up all of your photos online.

Spotify- find and create playlists for any mood, including sleeping or studying. the free version works great but premium membership is only $5/month for students!

Netflix- obviously.

There you have it, the apps I can’t live without! I hope you find them helpful! Study hard!

All of You - Part 2 (Dad, This is Daryl) | (Part 1) | (Part 3) (Part 4)

Daryl x Reader Smut Warning! 18+ Only! NSFW

Summary: As requested, here is part 2. Post-Negan era smut piece. The reader (Negan’s Daughter) convinces Negan to allow Daryl to be her bodyguard while he is away in Alexandria for a few days. Smut and romance ensue. When Negan returns, he finds out that they are sleeping together and loses his shit.


You awoke the morning after your close encounter with Daryl, you awoke feeling wonderfully satisfied, yet hungry for more of him. You could taste his lips on yours and your hands roamed your body, in bed, wishing they were his. You felt them wander lower and lower down your stomach and grip your hips roughly, moving over to touch yourself, thinking of how fucking good he was to you last night.

There was a sudden pounding on your door and you grunted.

“What?!” You scream out, frustrated.

“Y/N. I gotta talk to you, wake the fuck up and open the door!” Negan yelled from behind the wooden door.

You grumpily threw the blankets off you and walked to the door, unlocking it and opening it harshly.

“What?? Can’t a girl get any fucking sleep around here?” You cried out, disgruntled.

“Shit, Y/N. It the fucking apocalypse, no one gets any fucking sleep.” He said playfully and sauntered into your room, making himself completely at home.

He wandered over to a small two person table you had set up in the big space, next to a big window that overlooked the gates of The Sanctuary, and beyond it sweet heavenly freedom. Your father sat down on one of the chairs and gestured for you to do the same. You plop back down onto your bed and stare at him from across the room, awaiting whatever the hell it was that was so damn important.

“I have to go to Alexandria for a few days…. Don’t know how long I will be gone. You gonna be okay here for a little while without me?” He asked with a hint of both concern and sarcasm.

I scoffed at him and smirked. “Yeah, I’m sure I can handle it, dad.”

“If any of those fuckers give you a hard time….” Negan says with a low voice and reaches for something tucked behind his back.

You see him pull out a small automatic handgun, pointing it sideways at you, nodding, and setting it on the table beside him.

Your father had been a big believer in self-protection for his little girl, even before the world went to shit. He took her to martial arts training as a child, self-defense classes, and eventually the shooting range. There was no doubt that Y/N could handle herself in combat if she had to. But Negan was also aware that here she was highly outnumbered and he wanted her to be safe.

Suddenly, Y/N got an idea, a way to use this concern to her advantage. She changed her demeanor and put a slightly worried look on her voice, nodding solemnly to her father.

“Actually Dad, I know how worried you get, me all alone with all those pigs who could easily overpower me.” You lean forward and put your face in your hands, rubbing the sides of your face.

You look up at him with curiosity, “Do you think, there would be anyway you could get me a bodyguard? Someone to make sure no one bothers me while you are gone? … I know I talk a tough game, but sometimes I do get a little nervous.”

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Had a lot of fun with this one. I was initially going to add another scene but it ultimately became superfluous to the story. I’ve left it kind of open at the end, a bittersweet sort of meeting, but if someone would consider suggesting where it goes afterwards, I’d be okay with doing another part. In the meantime, thank you to @legrandfoyer for the request. Enjoy!

Prompt[s]: can I request? :D a tony x reader where the reader applies for a spot at banner’s lab, but by mistake ends up getting an interview with tony for the job of (tony’s) personal assistant?

‘An Interview with Tony Stark’

Despite having your hands on your thigh, somehow your foot was still finding a way to tap on the floor. The court shoes that you were wearing didn’t help to conceal the sound either. You fiddled with the end of your blouse’s sleeve and looked at the clock for the umpteenth time. Who knew that the clock hand would shift by one minute after 60 seconds had passed? It felt like much more time had passed.

Given the job you were applying for, part of you had expected to be interviewed in some sort of lab. Yet here you sat – dressed in a pantsuit and heels – in a surprisingly mundane office room. Sure it was modern, but there was only one monitor on the computer. How could they possibly be productive with only one monitor?

You looked at the clock once more. Your interviewer was late. How long did they expect you to sit there waiting? Perhaps it was a test. Just as you were beginning to ponder where the hidden cameras were, the lock on the door clicked and a brunette was using his back to push it open, stepping slowly so as not to spill the two cups of coffee he was holding.

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Who Hurt You? (Part 1)

Title: Who Hurt You? (Part 1)

Pairing: DiNozzo x Reader

Word Count: 2,575

Warnings: angst, abuse from significant other (not Tony), and some cursing I think.

A/N: I have had this series for SO LONG. I was trying to save it for December, but I just couldn’t wait any longer! I hope you all love this! <3 Feedback is welcomed and appreciated!

You made your way to your desk and threw your jacket over the back of your chair.  You had a rough night last night with your boyfriend, Alex.  You had been together for almost two years.  At first he was loving, kind, and caring, but as the months went on he became more aggressive and more hurtful.  Instead of kissing you and taking you on dates, he would insult you and belittle anything you did.  These past few weeks he’d been more physical and you weren’t sure what to do about it.  You knew if your team found out, things would only become more of a hassle for you.  You didn’t want to answer questions and have them pester you on the matter.  You were going to think of a way out, even if it was on your own.  You didn’t want your team to think that you couldn’t handle it.  You fought off bad guys all the time, so this should be no different, right?

Your team was on a case where a Petty Officer was found dead on his ex-wife’s kitchen floor.  The husband and wife had been married for 10 years and he just got back from his last tour.  He was a respectable man and he seemed to be loved, except for the fact that one person didn’t love him enough to not kill him; his wife.  You were the one with the lead, but ultimately Abby pulled through and proved your hunch.  However, you still had to get her confession, so you weren’t done just yet.

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The Moon - Spencer Reid x Reader

Summary: The reader is dating Luke Alvez but has recently been hooking up with Spencer Reid.

Y/N - Your Name

Y/F/N - Your Friend’s Name

Warnings: slight panic attack, cheating.

Word Count: 1435

AN: Hey guys! I know I have like three requests to do and another chapter to Camo but I managed to do this in my spare time between finals. Tomorrow is the last day, so I’ll be updating much sooner than I have been!

You hadn’t planned for this to happen. Really, you hadn’t. You weren’t the type of girl to sneak around. Luke was such a sweet boyfriend to you and was honestly was everything you could ever want.

Except there was a slight problem, Spencer. The two of you had been close friends since you started working at the BAU but he never seemed interested to be more. So eventually once Luke became your boyfriend, you couldn’t help but still be curious about Spencer.

The flirting started out subtle. Accidentally brushing his leg, sending goofy barely clothed snapchats, and always adding snarky comments on to entice him.

It was fun until the two of you ended up alone in the elevator. You had no idea that he would actually act on what you had been doing, truly you believed he was too dumbfounded to notice. Those fifteen seconds proved you to be very very wrong.

As you stepped into the elevator you couldn’t help but feel awkward. You flashed a smile as the doors were closing just to be friendly but before you could say a word Spencer had backed you into the hand railing.

“Wanna explain yourself Y/N? Because to me, you’re just playing with fire.” Spencer gave you a slight smirk before leaning in just close enough that you could feel his breath on your neck.

“I don’t know what you mean?” Playing dumb wasn’t your strong suit, but fuck it.

Spencer let out a laugh and laced his hand up your arm and onto your shoulder, just light enough to give you goosebumps,“What was that?”

“K-kiss me Spence.” you mumbled under your breath.

Once his lips connected with yours, that was it.

Although it was only one kiss that day, it had started a forest fire. As much as you knew you should stop, you only wanted more.

The nights you went out with your friends had been ending at Spencer’s place. Except it wasn’t always sex that you wanted, sometimes all you wanted was to be around him.

Luke had made a habit of coming over before work with breakfast around sevenish, so sneaking in at six became the new normal. Except today you managed to slip up.

You shot up in bed once Spencer’s alarm had began to go off. 6:45 a.m. Oh fuck. You usually would set your alarm a couple hours before his went off, but you had completely forgotten your phone at home last night.

“Y/N? What’s going on?” Spencer rubbed his eyes trying to regain some strength and placed his hand on your shoulder.

“I forgot I didn’t have my phone so I completely slept in and now Luke is going to be there without me. I’m screwed.”

“Baby stop, stop. It’ll be okay, just say you stayed at Y/F/N’s house. He won’t know the difference.”

You nodded thinking that could possibly work as you were putting on your clothes that were scattered on the floor.

As you were getting ready to leave you stopped and sighed, “I’m sorry I’m so complicated Spence.”

Spencer shook his head and walked towards you, “You are not complicated Y/N. The circumstances are just hard. I’m the moon, he’s your sun.”

Once you pulled into the driveway you saw Luke’s truck parked in front of your garage. You were so scared this wasn’t going to work.

As you opened the door you could feel your heart in the pit of your stomach. Luke was sitting at the kitchen table with a bag that could only be donuts when you walked in. It didn’t look like he had been there that long but you couldn’t tell.

Once you made eye contact he budged a little in the chair, “Could we talk Y/N?”

You nodded as you walked toward the seat across from him and sat down, “I’m sorry about last night. It was late so I just crashed at Y/F/N’s house.”

Luke rolled his eyes at your comments and slid your phone across the table. “Wanna go ahead and read those texts from last night?“

Spencer Reid: 1:30 a.m

“Are you coming over?”

Spencer Reid: 1:45 a.m


Spencer Reid: 1:50 a.m

“Just text me when you can so I know you’re okay..”

You couldn’t breathe. Luke knew about you and Spencer and nothing could have prepared you for this moment. You looked up at Luke and couldn’t form the words to apologize.

Once a few seconds passed you started to open your mouth when Luke shook his head as if whatever you had to say meant nothing, “Don’t Y/N.”

“Luke.. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean for this to happen I swear.” you choked out.

Luke laughed and stood up from the table to grab his glass of orange juice, throwing it full speed at the wall and shattering into hundreds of pieces, “How long has it been going on?”

You shook your head and wiped the tears that had escaped down your cheeks. This was the first time Luke had been angry at you, which consequently made you feel like 100 degrees sitting there.

“Not gonna tell me? That’s okay. I’ll just ask your good friend Spencer.” Luke reached for your cell phone off the table.

“Stop Luke, please. Leave him out of this.” your tears had turned into heavy sobs by this point and there was no use trying to calm down. This was a nightmare.

You could barely hear Luke interrogating Spencer about the two of you over your crying. Without realizing your breathing had become hard and catching your breath felt nearly impossible while Luke was still going off.

Once Luke hung up the room was silent for a few seconds until you heard a quiet “we’re done” out of Luke’s mouth and heard him walk out.

It wasn’t five minutes that you were alone before Spencer was in your driveway.

Luke had managed to leave your front door wide open which let Spencer walk right in. Frantically he looked around the front of the house for you, “Y/N?”

A few seconds later Spencer stuck his head into the kitchen and saw you sitting at the table. You had put your head on your lap trying to catch your breath to calm down but were failing miserably.

The second Spencer saw you he ran in front of you crouching down,“Hey hey hey.. baby look at me.”

You gripped Spencer’s hand that was placed on your knee and looked up at him. Spencer quickly noticed how sweaty your palms were and diagnosed your breathing patterns.

“You’re hyperventilating, match my breaths, okay?”

You nodded and took a deep breath once he had. Five seconds inhaling, holding it for a couple, and slowly exhaling for seven. Spencer repeated this process with you until you felt your heart stop racing.

After about five minutes you were able to sit up and breath normally but Spencer was still eyeballing you unsure of your state.

As you wiped your eyes you realized your makeup from the previous night had run down your face. You must’ve looked like a clown, and let Spencer see you like this? Great.

“I’m sorry about all of this. Especially the part where I look like Bobo the clown.”

He shook his head at your comment not finding any humor in it, “You don’t need to apologize for anything but you do not look like a clown, you’ll always be so beautiful to me Y/N.”

You sniffled at that, “If that’s true, why didn’t you show any interest when I did? I wouldn’t have gotten tangled up with Luke. I just wanted you.”

“I just.. I didn’t want to mess anything up. I’m sorry I took too long realizing you were what I wanted.” Spencer looked down at your floor hoping you’d say it wasn’t too late or that you’d give him another shot.

You sighed and nodded, “So what do we do? Or, what do you want to do? About us, I mean.”

“I want you Y/N. I truly do. That is if you could give me a chance to be your only man. I can’t sneak around anymore.”

You shook your head, “Luke and I are over for good Spence. You don’t have to worry about that, but about what you said earlier about being my moon? You’ll always be both my sun and moon.”

Spencer took your hands in his and smiled, knowing this was all he’d been wanting for months. Both of your smiles radiated as he placed your lips on his.

Imagine getting together with Chris.

A/N: Part 5 is here and I think I just died. OH MY GOD! As the writer, and as a reader- AHHHHHHHH! I’m sorry, I’m so calm right now. (No I am not, my heart) You can read the previous parts here: (Unexpected Reader - Part 1/Part 2/Part 3A/3B/Part 4A/4B) Please enjoy! X

Chris laid sprawled on his couch with furrowed brows, tapping his TV remote against his bare chest. It was 1:48AM and he had an early morning meeting tomorrow, but he was still wide awake. He couldn’t sleep because he had too much on his mind, like the fact that you were yet to read the letter he’d left- admitting his love for you- at your apartment. Since he left said letter at said apartment, with each hour that ticked by- he’d been texting your best friend asking if you’d read it. Each time, he’d get a text back from Ava telling him the same thing: “she’s not home yet.” It finally got to the ninth hour at 11:00PM that he stopped texting Ava and texted you instead, not to ask about the letter but to see if you were okay. Which brought forth the other thing that was keeping him up.

Chris had texted you to ask if you were okay, and you’d sent back a simple “perfect.” Now what was that suppose to mean? Were you perfect because your date with Sam went well? Were you perfect because you’d read his letter and was thinking about your answer? No, you couldn’t have read the letter already. You wouldn’t have just texted if you’d read it. He knew you and he knew you would’ve called if you’d read it, unless- you didn’t feel the same way, or had changed your mind about him since hearing about Scarlett and going on that date with Sam. He should’ve addressed that rumor the second it came out, talked to you about it instead of calling Scarlett and laughing about it. If he lost you because of it, it was his fault and his fault alone.

“What am I going to do, bud?” Chris asked Dodger, his best friend who was half asleep by his feet. “What am I going to do if I lose her?” Dodger looked up when Chris sat up and reached down to smooth his hand over his pup’s head. “She’s the one and I was too afraid to tell her that when I had the chance, and now-” He cut himself off with a huff, scratching Dodger’s head ever so gently. “I’m a real fucking idiot, aren’t I?”

“I’d say.”

Chris was so distracted that he didn’t even hear you come in from the back door; you’d a set of keys because he trusted you and occasionally needed you to come take care of Dodger for him. He jumped to his feet, feeling his heart in his throat. You were crying, but it was out of pure and utter joy as well as love for the man standing in front of you. His lips parted and he tried to speak, but no sound came forth. He’d play a thousand different scenarios in his head and ways to respond, but now that it was actually happening- he’d no clue what to say. He stepped over Dodger and started towards you, stopping when you took a step back. You held up the letter that you’d read four times in the cab ride over with the help of your iPhone’s torch. Each time you’d read it- you fell even harder for Chris; words you wanted to use to form a response danced in your mind. But now, as you stood in front of him, you couldn’t speak either. God, the two of you were made for each other.

“Y/N, I’m not dating Scarlett,” Chris finally spoke. Upon hearing those words leave his mouth, he wanted to slap himself. As important as that piece of information was, he wished his first words to you were “I love you.” Which was what he said next, drawing more happy tears from your eyes. “Please don’t cry,” he pleaded as he started towards you again, stopping when you held up a hand.

“I’m sorry, I just- I need a moment,” you told him and he nodded understandingly. “I um- This was-” you held up the letter, smiling. “It was a very Fan fic Chris thing to do,” you said and you both managed a light laugh. “How did you learn to write like that? Those first two paragraphs-”

“Y/N,” he cut you off, chuckling. “I don’t think we need to talk about my writing capabilities right this very second, do you?” He quizzed and you shook your head, swallowing. “You came here to tell me something,” he began as he slowly inched closer to you; step by step. “You came here to answer a question, to confess your true feelings.” You nodded slowly, feeling your heart on the verge of exploding. “So how about,” he grabbed you by the waist and pulled you towards him, “we get to that?”

“You’re not wearing a shirt,” you blurted out and grimaced at how awkward you were. Chris laughed, because how awkward you were was one of the things he loved about you. “I um…” You couldn’t believe how difficult it was to talk around a shirtless Chris; how his female co-stars managed was beyond you. His hands rubbing small, gentle circles into your sides weren’t helping your ability to speak coherently either. “Can you-” you put a hand on his chest to push him back; his heat radiated through your palm. “I just need some space so I can think.”

“I think we’ve done enough thinking, don’t you?” He returned to his original position, but this time a little closer and his grip a little tighter. “I’m done thinking and so are you,” he whispered as he dipped his head. With his lips inches from yours, his minty breath warm against your cheeks. “Do you love me?” He asked gently and you felt yourself nod as you got lost in his eyes; he smiled so wide, his pearly whites blinded you. “Do you want to kiss me?” He asked and got another breathless nod from you. “Good, because I love you and I want to kiss you too.”

The second his lips touched yours, everything fell into place. You realized that saying was a cliché you’d used many times before, in a quite a few of your stories, but not once had you truly understood or felt what you wrote. Not until now, not until you had Chris’ soft and supple lips pressed against yours. It was insane how good and how right it felt, and how many more clichés played through your mind. “He kissed you like your lips were the air that he needed to breathe”, and “he kissed you like there was no tomorrow”, and “his lips touched yours and sparks flew.” In that very moment, as his hands gently caressed your face while his lips worked against yours tenderly, attentively, and passionately- you lived through every romantic, breathtaking kiss scene you’d ever written. It felt like pure and utter magic- and yes, you realized that was yet another cliché but God, you didn’t care. You were happy because you were kissing the one you could, and had pictured forever with.

“Fuck,” Chris breathed when he broke the kiss, resting his forehead against yours. “Sorry,” he chuckled breathlessly and you shook your head, smiling. You could feel how flaming hot your cheeks were, as well as how wide your smile was; it was wider than it’d ever been. “I don’t mean to swear in your face, I just- that was fucking amazing. I mean- Fuck,” he cussed again, laughing. “You have no idea how long I’ve been wanting to do that.”

“Why don’t you do it again?” Your arms wrapped around his neck as you inched closer to his lips.

You didn’t have to ask him twice; he chuckled and kissed you again, moaning ever so softly when your hands found their way into his un-gelled hair. Now you weren’t a girl he wanted to rush things with because he respected you, but he was so swept up- in the passion, and the romance, and the very obvious lust in the air- that he couldn’t help himself. His hands reached under your thighs and he swiftly lifted you up, wrapping your legs around his waist. You knew what was happening and what would happen if you let it, and though you always promised your mom you wouldn’t rush into things- this was Chris and she’d always wished you’d end up with him after reading your series. Now that the opportunity had arise, surely she wouldn’t blame you for taking things a little faster than usual. It wasn’t like he was going to run out on you, the letter made it pretty damn clear he was here to stay.

He broke the kiss and smiled, carrying you as he started towards the stairs. He didn’t know who to thank for you, just every thread in the universe that brought the two of you together. You did the same thing, brushing his bearded cheek with your thumb.

“Does Ava know you’re not going to be there when she wakes up?” That question was his subtle was of asking for consent; he wouldn’t and couldn’t do anything you were uncomfortable with. He knew the hold he had on you, but he’d never use it to his advantage. Similarly, you knew the hold you had on him and you’d never use that to your advantage either.

“I think Ava will figure it out.”

“Yeah,” Chris bit back his growing smile, “I think she will too.”

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Cooking With Cas

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Pairing: Castiel x Reader

Word Count: 975

Warnings: fluff

A/N: This was requested by anon! I hope you guys enjoy this! Feedback is welcomed and appreciated!

When Dean sent Cas to your house, he felt nervous.  Being a human was new to him.  He wasn’t sure who he could trust besides the Winchesters.  Even though Dean said he trusted you with his life, Castiel wasn’t sure it would be the same for him.  What if you didn’t want him in your home either?

Castiel was greeted with a hug when you opened the door.  He was reminded of your caring and gentle manner when you quickly brought him inside.  He almost didn’t know how to react to your kindness.

“I was told to expect you Castiel,” you smiled, leading him down the hall.  “The bathroom is down here, and your room is right next to the bathroom.”  You turned around to face the angel.  “There should be a fresh change of clothes in your room.  I’ll get out of your way so you can get settled in.  I don’t want to overwhelm you.”

“[Y/N] you don’t have to do this,” Castiel mumbled, looking into your eyes.  “Everywhere I go…”  Castiel’s words trailed off as he let out a long sigh.

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“Defiance - Part 1”

Chibs Telford x Reader

@girlwithdreamsandablog here is psycho pissed off jealous Chibs. Just for you darlin’ 😚😚😚
“Yer not goin’ an’ thas that,” your old man stated matter-of-factly. Your company had an end of the year party every year. It was a big thing, they would rent out a local sports bar right next to a hotel and everyone would go, no spouses or family allowed. The company felt it was hard to let loose if your family was with you, so they nixed it altogether. Your boss even rented out a block of rooms for those who got a little too tipsy, or flat out too drunk, to drive. Oftentimes your coworkers would hook up, scurrying off to a room together when the night ended. That’s not why you wanted to go of course, you loved Chibs, but your entire office was going and you had friends at your job. You didn’t want to miss out on all the events they’d be talking about for the next year.

“Chibs, please?” you begged him, “You go all over the place for your ‘job’, having Lord knows what hanging all over you when you’re out at night and I’m stuck here at home, but when I have a chance to go out and have a good time without you, it’s off the table,” you pouted, folding your arms.
“Aye. I know wha’ goes on a'those parties,” he raised his eyebrows at you.
“You don’t trust me?” you argued against him.
“Not when ye set out ta get hammered. No.”
“This is Bullshit!” you threw your hands up in the air, marching off to the bedroom where you stayed until Chibs came in to kiss you goodbye.

By 9 o'clock he hadn’t made it back home and the party was starting in an hour. Quickly you made the decision to defy your old man’s direct orders and go to the party, just for a little bit, he probably wouldn’t even know you had gone. You threw on a cocktail dress, curling your hair and doing your makeup just in time to step out the door at 10.

You quickly drove to the party, parked, and sauntered inside, finding your friends at a booth inside the bar area. You were being conservative with your drinking, only having a couple before cutting yourself off and switching to water. Your friends on the other hand, chose differently. They were definitely feeling their buzz when some dance song came on and they all jumped up to run to the dance floor.
You, being sober, had no intention of humiliating yourself so you opted to stay back, keeping the booth secure. You glanced down at your phone. It was already 11:47 and you thought you should be getting home soon when a shadow cast over you, breaking your attention away from the time.
“You’re (Y/N) right?” the tall handsome salesman from the seventh floor spoke.
“Y-yeah,” you stuttered, cursing your nerves and smiling to him.
“I thought so,” he smiled sliding in the booth opposite you, “We’ve been in the elevator together a couple times but never officially met, I’m Brian,” he held out his hand to shake yours and you let him, but suddenly you felt bad. Chibs didn’t even know you were here and this extremely handsome guy was now sitting with you. Your guilt started to overtake you but suddenly you heard shouting.

“Ge’ offa me!”

Your head whipped around so fast it might have flown off as the man beside you also gazed over his shoulder.

“Oh Lord. Looks like an angry husband coming to ruin his wife’s good time,” he chuckled looking back to you, taking in your shocked expression.

“Oh no. Is he–”
“–mine.” you responded as Chibs’ jealous glare landed on you and he stomped to where you were sitting, grabbing your arm and jerking you up from your seat to drag you out of the venue. You didn’t even protest, you knew you had fucked up good this time.

“Keys.” he demanded when you got outside and you handed them to him. He snatched them and hit the unlock button, throwing open the passenger door and pushing you inside before striding to the drivers side and getting in, starting the vehicle up and peeling out of the lot.

“What about your bike?” you asked shyly.

“S'gonna hafta’ fuckin’ stay ‘ere since I can’t trust tha’ ye will go home if I let ye drive yerself!” he growled, never taking his eyes off the road.

The rest of the way home it was completely silent, when he pulled into the drive your stomach was in knots. He had never hit you, but if he ever was going to, you disobeying him and him finding you sitting with another man would be a pretty good reason for him to finally let himself go there.

He shut the engine off and got out of the vehicle, striding around to your door and opening it, you must’ve sat still for a little too long because suddenly he lunged into the car, reaching across you and unbuckling your seat belt before grabbing your wrist and hoisting you out of the car, dragging you up the sidewalk and in the front door.

Your lip was quivering, now that you were behind closed doors, you were actually afraid of the consequences that would come.

Chibs locked the door and tossed the keys on the counter, turning to you with anger in his eyes and stepping towards you,

“Wha'n'th'ell ’s a'matter with ye!” he bellowed, his accent so thick you almost didn’t understand him.
He stepped closer to you still and you began to retreat backwards away from him as he advanced on you until you were backed up against the living room wall and he slammed his fists in the wall at either side of your head making you flinch and whimper waiting for his hands to connect with your face, but they never did.

He was breathing hard and fast, his face only inches from yours, his seething look making you that much more afraid of him.

“I… I’m sorry,” you squeaked, finally mustering the courage to say anything at all.

“Who was th’ bastard ye were sittin’ with?” he growled through clenched teeth.

“His name… is Brian. He works on another floor. He had just sat down, I was about to excuse myself when–”
“–Shut up,” Chibs spoke over you and you stopped talking, “Am I too old for ye? Too borin’? Am I no’ n'tha right profession?”

You shook your head vigorously in response, still pinned to the wall with Chibs’ arms boxing you in.

“Wha’ is it? I don’ show ye I love ye enough?” he narrowed his eyes and you shook your head 'no’ again.

“Are ye cheatin’ on me, lass?” he accused through gritted teeth.

“No. Chibs, I would never do that,” you spoke with sincerity in your voice.

“Do I need ta remind ye who ye belong to?” he growled again, pressing up against you.

You swallowed hard, “I’m yours. I know that baby.”

“Don’t ye go callin’ me baby as if I’m gonna forget seein’ ye sittin’ with tha’ arse in the bar!” he scowled at you, hitting the wall beside your head again making you jump and look down at your feet in embarrassment.

“Look a'me.” he ordered, reaching behind your head to grab a fist full of your hair and yank your head up, “Ye. Are. Mine.” he stated and you nodded as best as you could before he plunged his head down to you, smashing his lips against yours, kissing you roughly, his hand still wound tightly in your hair as he pressed you against the wall.


Summary: Imagine Sherlock breaking up with because he doesn’t want you to get hurt due to him, but something goes wrong and he is forced to track you down again

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Requested by: Anon
Made by: PJ
A/N: This is 6 months after parts 1-4, there will be flashbacks scattered throughout the next few parts if you guys want me to continue the story.
Words: 700

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Please? Part 19

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  • Daryl Dixon x Reader
  • 2507 words
  • Warnings: Language

Rick agreed to bring Merle in, but he was locking him away from the rest of the group. Daryl seemed okay with that, but that isn’t where his mind is. He’s watching you avoid his gaze. This isn’t the kind of welcoming he pictured on his way back. He assumed you would come running back into his arms, or he would get down on his knees and ask for your forgiveness—neither happened.

Everyone starts walking inside, Merle being led by Rick incase he tries anything funny. Daryl doesn’t mind, he’s a little fed up with his brother anyway.

Inside, Daryl lost you. He looks for you, but you have disappeared before he could say anything to you. He wishes he can do something, tell you what an idiot he was for leaving. He already knows he’s getting looks from Glenn and Maggie, maybe even Carol, who hasn’t spoken to him either.

Maybe Merle is only staying so he will, but he has to admit, it does make him a little happy that Rick agreed. Now if only he can get everyone on board, everything will work out amazingly, if he can have you, too.

Daryl walks into his cell and throws off the backpack and the shirt Merle ripped out there in the woods. He quickly throws on an old one he found on the bed and pauses. It’s the shirt you begged him to throw out, the one he promised he would burn when he got back.

He throws that shirt off and as quickly as possible, pulls on another one that was stuffed in his bag. He buttons each button slowly, listening to Rick and Hershel talk about Merle and keeping him locked in the next room.

The talk goes on for a few hours. Everyone has a different opinion on what to do and where to go. Daryl tries not to speak up, thinking it really isn’t his place anymore. All he wants is to find you, but you seem to have left. He glances around the room as Rick and Glenn get into it, hoping you may be hiding in oen of the other cells or you’ll walk through that door any second.

No one gets anywhere with the arguing, so Rick storms out, leaving the others to look around the room in confusion. It’s clear Rick is losing it, or he’s already lost it. Daryl rests his head against the railing of the second floor and groans. If he wouldn’t have left..


You swallow your pride and make your way back into the prison. You tried to go on a little walk, but the walkers hissing at you only made your head hurt worse.

Carl lets you in after you pass Merle, who makes kissy noises until Carl locks the door behind you. This just isn’t home anymore with Merle here, it will never be.

“He’s stayin’!” Daryl’s gravely voice carries across the prison. You look up, a little startled, in just enough time to see him racing up to the top floor out of anger and pace around the railing, biting the skin on his thumb and spitting it to the side.

His eyes meet yours and he stops. You shake your head and keep moving, over to the others standing in a circle where Rick and Glenn are fighting again. You want everyone to stop, want everything to go back to normal. This is going to set everyone apart.

“We need someone like him.” Hershel looks around at the rest of them. “He can really help us.”

“He makes me uncomfortable. Isn’t that enough?” You step in. Everyone goes quiet and looks, really looking at you. Daryl leans over the railing and stops, watching you with his beady eyes and his thin lips in a tight line.

“I want to speak with him.” Hershel announces and he starts to hobble away, doing the best he can with his crutches. At first, you felt so sorry for him. After he lost his leg, you thought that would be the end, but he has come a long way.

Carol walks over with her hands in her pockets. You catch Daryl walking away out of the corner of your eye and he disappears into the cell you two used to share. She sets a hand on your shoulder. “I’m going to talk to him. Want to follow?” She asks innocently.

You bite your bottom lip and look up, peering into the silent hole that Daryl is pouting in. You glance back down at Carol and shrug your shoulders. “I don’t really know what to say.”

“Don’t say anything.” She chuckles. “Or tell him how bad he made you feel. How bad us made us all feel when he walked away with that asshole.”

“Go on up there, I’ll be there in a minute.” You motion for Carol to go up the steps. You try to find the courage to go up there, say something to him.

When you get the rush, you quietly take the steps one at a time, listening for Carol’s sweet voice. She’s saying something, though it isn’t clear on what she’s saying at first. You catch the tail end of her sentence and stop, just outside of the door.

Daryl grunts. “This is a tomb.”

There’s a silence and then Carol says, “T-Dog called it that. Thought he was right until you and Y/N found me.”

Another silence.

“How is she?”

“I think you heard. She’s having a hard time with the way things ended.”


Carol sighs. “Did you really think you would just come back and everything be how it was before?”

Daryl doesn’t say anything, or make any kind of noise.

“What you did, it was loyal. To the wrong person.” Carol goes on. “Merle may be your brother, but he sure isn’t good for you. You have a whole group here, a big family. We’d do anything for you.”

“I’d do anythin’ for any of you.” Daryl says quickly.

“I know. Just give her some time. Things won’t just settle into place like they were before. You’ll have to make it happen.”

“I miss her…” Daryl grumbles.

You can’t handle it. You turn around and hurry down the steps, making your way outside.


You sit on the ground and press your back to the building. There’s shade there, and the breeze felt good. You know you aren’t supposed to be outside, but you can’t help yourself. Being in that place, it was beginning to get a little stuffy.

Rick runs by you, running toward the fence that you realize is open. You start to get up when most everybody else comes running out, armed and ready to shoot.

“The hell…” You look at all of them. Last to come out is Daryl. He stops and looks down at you.

“The hell you doin’ out here unarmed?? Get inside!” He points to the door, his crossbow in one hand, firmly.

“Excuse me?” You start to stand up but he grabs you under your arm and pulls you up the rest of the way. “Daryl!” You shout, tugging your arm away from him. That is going to leave a bruise later on.

Daryl pauses. “You’re right… Sorry…” His head is bowed, looking at the ground and kicking some dirt up into the air.

“Daryl!” Rick calls. Daryl hands you his knife and runs over, helping the others watch the person that’s walking up to the gate.

“Rick!” The person screams. Rick hesitates at the gate and looks over, tossing the keys to Daryl, who unlocks it and lets her in. Andrea…

Rick forces her against the wall and you think he’s truly lost it, then you remember seeing her at Woodbury. She’s in with him, the enemy. You start to wonder if she’s been sent here. Rick checks her, using his old cop techniques then kicks her knees so she fell on the ground.

“You alone?” He asks her, throwing her bag to Daryl. He catches it in the air and starts rummaging through it.

“Yeah…” Andrea looks around, her eyes landing on you last. She watches you for a second, not understanding why you look so miserable. Not that she’ll care, she was in with that horrible man, the one who touched Maggie. Or maybe that’s why she’s here…


It’s no secret that you never liked Andrea. Sure, she was one less warrior, and that was it. She was nothing but trouble when she was around, always picking Shane’s side and lusting over him. You always had a bad feeling with her, this time is no different.

You watch as she tries to plead her case, tries to lie her way back into your lives. Luckily for you, nearly everyone is on your side in the matter. Rick and Daryl give her the cold shoulder. Michonne watches her every move, carefully. The only person who seems to have missed her is Carol, even she doesn’t say anything to defend Andrea.

The whole scene is a mess. You watch Andrea beg for her life, as well as Phillip’s. Her calling him by his real name, it’s almost sickening. This is Shane all over again, this is another power thing. She loves the men with the power, loves to screw around with them and feel important when really, she’s being used. You can see that.

You’ve heard enough after Andrea says something about Rick and Phillip meeting face to face. You throw your hands in the air and walk out, walking into your room and sitting on the bed. Daryl’s stuff strewn about the place, the shirt with the holes is gone.

You sit on the bed and move his bag onto the top bunk. You think about packing your thinks, moving it into another cell, but you just don’t have the energy. You want nothing more than for Daryl to come hold you and tell you all this is a really bad dream.

Andrea showing up, that seems to throw things off balance. You can hear everyone talking, raised voices, even Daryl’s grouchy tone flowing through the bars. Part of you misses the farm, wishes Glenn never would have found those walkers in the barn, maybe Hershel wouldn’t have run off and Rick wouldn’t have brought that damn, stupid boy home. But who knows what would have happened instead.

It doesn’t take long before you feel the presence of someone in the doorway. You look up, seeing Daryl standing there, his elbows propping himself up against the bars, his arms raised above his head. He’s leaning in, though not stepping inside.

“Hi.” He looks at you.

“Hi.” You sit up, crossing your legs under you. You find a string on the bed and start playing with it.

Daryl’s nose twitches and his jaw clenches. “Andrea’s gone.” He says.

“So soon?” You wanted to sound disappointed, but it came out as a little glad. “Figured she’d stay a bit longer.”

“She met little asskicker then left.” He shrugs his shoulders and looks at the bar his elbow is leaning on. “Rick’s plannin’ on what to do next.”

“What do you think?” You look up at him, squinting a little from the sun shining in the large windows.

He drops his elbows and holds his hands in front of him, picking at a scab on one of his fingers. “I think I can’t do this without ya.”

You pause. “Do what?”

“This.” He drops his hands and motions around the prison. The sun is going down quickly. Outside, you can tell the sky is changing colors. “I fucked up, Y/N. Shoulda never left you.”

“Yeah, well, you did.” You sigh. Why is he doing this now? “Daryl, you left once. What tells me you won’t leave me again? The second Merle tries to leave, you’ll just go with him.”

Daryl’s quiet, he shifts his weight from one foot the other and sticks his thumb in his mouth, chewing on the skin around his nail. You close your eyes and shake your head, wishing he would stop that nasty habit. He walks over a few steps. “I ain’t never gonna leave you again. I swear, darlin’.”

“You’ve made that promise before.” You climb off the bed and stand up, ready to walk away from him and this cell. You’d come get your things later, once Daryl was out.

You start to walk around him, he grabs you by your shoulders and holds you in place. He looks down at you, his mouth slightly open as if he wants to say something. He blinks a few times and clears his throat. “I hated every goddamn second. I thought you would fight for me, fight for us. When you didn’t, I thought… Merle’s the only family I need.”

“And so you walk away with him.” Your eyebrow shoots up. “Daryl, I just—“

Daryl cuts you off by very gently pressing his lips against yours, still holding onto you by the shoulders. His lips are rough, chapped, and his stubble scratches against your top lip and chin. He forces himself a little closer, wanting to be as close as possible.

When he pulls back, he looks down at you. His eyes aren’t looking into yours, but down at your lips. He pursues his lips and nods his head. “Understood.”

You didn’t kiss him back, you just stood there, shocked that the man had that much courage. He doesn’t kiss you like that, ever. Pecks are his thing, unless it’s a special situation. In this case, it must have been.

He lets go of you and walks out of the cell, his shoulders slouching forward and his lip sucked in between his teeth.

I’m pretty proud of the language in this one. It’s been so long since i’ve written anything solely Loki that I’m concerned it’s drifted from his character. Also Asgardian!Reader is my new favourite thing - I hope you guys like it too. This request was made by @luchmich and I think it’s the first Christmas fic I’ve written ACTUALLY about Christmas! All of the other ones were just about snow. Not all that Chrristmassy to be honest, depending on where you live… Ah well, enjoy!

“Midgard Traditions”

The palace was wonderfully quiet in the evening. The only sound that could be heard was the soft padding of your feet on the crimson carpet as you wandered through it. Your mother was a close friend of The Allmother, Queen Frigga, so every year when the world was at its coldest and the nights at their longest, you and your family were invited to the castle for several weeks.

As you turned a corner, you felt a slender arm link with yours. Loki pulled you against his hip and fell into step with you.
“Good evening.” He smiled. You bowed your head.
“My prince.”
“Every year you refer to me thusly, and every year I must remind you not to.”
“Then I suggest you desist, as your words are having no effect.”

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Imagine Chris introducing you to your son for the first time.

A/N: Part 5 already? Man, time flies when you’re having fun. Stay tuned for the epilogue. Here are the links to the previous parts: (Memory Lane - Part 1/Part2/Part3/Part 4) and (Drunk Minds, Sober Hearts and Baby Fever - Masterlist). This one is super cute if I say so myself. 💕

You could barely remember the labor experience when you woke from your nap, or anything for that matter. You could remember the pain, of course, that was still there but it had subsided sufficiently since the birth of your son. You could remember your water breaking at home because of the silly argument you had with Chris, and him rushing you to the hospital whilst apologizing the entire drive there. You smiled to yourself when you thought about it; you had the best husband even though he got a little messy sometimes.

“Knock knock,” you heard your mom’s voice and you looked up dazedly. “Hey sweetheart,” she smiled at you and you mirrored it. “How are you feeling?” She asked as she entered your ward; she sat down on an empty chair and took one of your hands in hers.

“Glad I’m not pregnant anymore,” you responded with a soft chuckle and she chuckled in response. “I don’t know how you did it, Mom. That was-” you shook your head in disbelief, “one of the most painful experiences of my entire life.” She squeezed your hand gently, chuckling. “I know I said I’d think about having a girl, but I don’t think I want to do that ever again.”

“You will,” she disagreed with a nod. “Not now, but you will. Believe me, honey. Parenthood is one of the best experiences you’ll ever have. When you see your baby, you’ll understand that the pain is worth everything.” She pressed a soft kiss to the back of your hand and you smiled. “He’s beautiful, by the way.” She told you and your smile grew wider.

“Is Chris with him?”

“Did you really expect him to be anywhere else?” She responded and you chuckled. “Have the two of you decided on a name? I remember both of you saying that you didn’t want to think about it until you saw the baby, but surely there’s been some discussion on possible names.”

You shook your head in response because there hasn’t been. Sure there were names you both liked, but there was never one that either of you had your mind set on. Chris didn’t see the point of naming a child he hadn’t yet met, and to be honest- neither did you. When you wrote, you’d always create a character before you gave that character a name; a name was nothing if it didn’t fit the personality. Despite your need to control things, you quite liked the spontaneity of things which was one of the many reasons Chris fell in-love with you.

“We’ll decide when we decide,” you told her and she nodded. “Where’s Dad?” You asked but before she could answer you, you asked another question. “And did Chris call Lisa and Bob yet? They were meant to drive down for the due date but- well,” you chuckled. “Their son pissed me off so much that their grandson came early.”

Your mom laughed then said, “your dad’s getting some coffee, and Lisa and Bob are on their way as we speak. So are your brothers, and Chris’ siblings, and their families. Everyone’s been informed about the sudden birth, don’t worry. We’ve handled all the details, you just relax.”

“I don’t think relaxing is in her wheelhouse,” you heard Chris’ voice and you immediately smiled. You looked up and felt your heart skip a beat when you realized he was with a nurse and your baby. “We thought you might like to meet your son.” He said as he carefully pushed the baby cot over. “Hate to say it but- he’s the most beautiful baby I’ve ever seen.”

“That’s ‘cause you didn’t see your wife when she was a baby,” your mom commented and Chris chuckled. “Okay, we’ll leave you two to get aquatinted with your son.” She beckoned the nurse out with her as she started to make her leave. “Pick a good name, no Jr. situation please.” You and Chris laughed softly at that, not wanting to scare the baby. “We’re better than that.” With that, she closed the door behind her.

“Before I pick him up, first things first.” He leaned over and gently caressed your face, pressing his lips against yours; you smiled and kissed him back. “I am so proud of you, Y/N, and I don’t think I have ever loved you more. You were so strong and beautiful and- I am just-” he cut himself off, glancing at your son, “we’re just the luckiest guys in the world to have you in our lives.”

“You’re just trying to make up for the fact that you basically pushed me into labor,” you giggled and he chuckled. “I can’t even give birth at a time that I want, and you call me controlling and manipulative.” You teased and his smile widened.

“You did say you were sick of being pregnant, and my job as your husband is to make your life easier so- I guess you’re welcome.” He quipped and you giggled, slapping his arm ever so gently. “Alright,” he chuckled. “Are you ready to meet your son? We really need you to because we need to decide on a name. I kinda have one in my head but- I want to see what you think of when you look at him.”

“Okay,” you nodded and Chris helped you sit up before gently lifting your baby boy out of the plastic cot. He sat down on the edge of your bed, just beside you and carefully passed the life you’d just given birth to over to you. You felt tears well in your eyes upon looking at his tiny face, he looked up at you with eyes the same shade as his father’s and smiled for the first time. “He’s beautiful, Chris.”

“Just like you,” Chris kissed the side of your head.

You looked down at your baby, gently swaying him back and forth as you thought about his name. His eyes reminded you of Chris, yes, but they also reminded you of the day Chris took you camping for the first time. It was near the Jackson River, he’d taken you out on the canoe just as the sun was rising over the water which was as beautiful a blue as your son’s eyes. You looked at him and all you could remember was that day, the day Chris took you out of your comfort zone without removing the feeling of warmth and safety while doing so. But that was what Chris did, and was incredibly good at; he challenged you and changed you for the better. Your son was the perfect example because without Chris- you would have never birthed this beautiful and angelic baby boy, and set out to experience the adventure of a lifetime.

“What are you thinking?” Chris asked, wrapping an arm around you.

“Do you remember that day you took me out camping?” You asked, not tearing your eyes away from your son. You felt Chris nod and you continued, “it was my first time out in the woods and I was a little nervous about it.”

“A little?” He chuckled softly. “Sweetheart, you were having anxiety attacks.” You chuckled softly in response. “But I also remember you telling me that I made you feel safe despite how unsafe you felt out there.”

“Yeah,” you nodded. “And you took me out on the canoe just before sunrise and we watched as it rose over the water.” Chris nodded again, smiling as he reminisced. “I fell in-love with you that trip, like- head over heels in-love with you.”

“Really, that trip?” He raised an eyebrow. “But you didn’t say anything, and that was- way before Disney World when I spilled the beans. Were you waiting for me to say it first?” He teased and you chuckled softly.

“Well, I didn’t want to scare you off.”

“Please,” he chuckled. “If you’d told me then, I would have told you the feeling was mutual. Sweetheart, I was in-love with you after our first date. I just tried to play it cool because I didn’t want to scare you off. Honestly- I thought you were going to run after the camping thing, your face when we got to the campsite was pretty priceless.”

“Shut up,” you giggled.

“Why are you bringing that trip up?” Chris quizzed; there was a hint of curiosity and hope in his voice because he too thought about that trip when he looked at his son for the first time. That trip was the one that gave Chris a glimpse of the life he could have with you, where he would constantly challenge you and lift you out of your comfort zone while making you feel as loved and as safe as possible. He fell in-love with you too, that trip, because he saw how hard you tried for him despite how much you clearly hated camping.

“Because when I look at our baby, I think of that trip.” You glanced at Chris and he smiled when you did. “He is here because of you, of what you’re capable of making me do. That trip was the first time I did anything out of my comfort zone for a guy, you are the first guy who made me want to leave my comfort zone.”

“And you are the first girl who has tried so hard for me,” he responded. “You know something, Y/N? You know why we work?” Your facials prompted a continuation. “Because despite our differences, we are one in the same. I thought about that trip when I saw him too,” he told you and you smiled. “Does this mean we’ve decided on a name?”

“Jackson River Evans,” you said with a smile and a nod.

“I love it,” you felt your husband kiss the top of your head. “And I love you, Y/N.”

“I love you too,” you turned and kissed him, smiling against his lips. “And we love you, Jack.” You whispered to your son when you broke the kiss, leaning into your husband’s loving arms. “God, he’s so perfect.” You said to Chris and he nodded, smiling. “Jack,” you smiled and cradled the small bundle of joy closer to your chest.

“You know what I just realized?” Chris quizzed then chuckled softly as he said, “both Chris Pratt and I now both have a son named Jack.” The two of you laughed softly at that. “Chris Evans, Jack Evans. Chris Pratt, Jack Pratt. Well-” he chuckled. “I better call Hemsworth to tell him he’s got to have another son and name him Jack, God knows Hollywood needs another Evans-Pratt-Hemsworth trio.”

“You’re such a dork,” you giggled.

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Imagine going over Sebastian’s head. (Part B)

A/N: Here’s Part 5B 😋 Yay! I think this is as good a place to end as any, but let me know if you need an epilogue. If not, I’ll be back to working on Chapter 7 of the mini series (the series as a whole is called Fated, if you don’t know yet.) You can read the previous parts here: (Just Friends: Part 1/Part 2/Part 3/Part 4/Part 5A)

“Sebastian Stan,” Elliot called Sebastian using his authoritative tone; Sebastian immediately tore his gaze from you and Chris making your way outside. “We need to talk.” Elliot told him and he pressed his lips together, walking into the doorway. “Are you just going to stand there awkwardly, or are you going to join me for a drink?”

“A drink would be nice,” Sebastian nodded. He watched and waited until Elliot got to his feet and walked over to the bar before he joined his side. “I don’t know what Kiddy told you, but I’m just trying to w-”

“Watch out for her,” Elliot finished for Sebastian as he poured him glass of his finest scotch. “I know, Seb, that’s all you ever do. I’m not going to yell at you so you can relax. Here,” he slid the glass across the smooth oak surface to Sebastian, who took it and downed it. “I know what you’re trying to do. I understand how stressful things are for you with her in the same industry, you’ve seen it all and you don’t want her to go through what you have. You’re trying to protect her and it is very admirable.”

“Why do I feel like there’s a ‘but’ coming?”

“But,” Elliot confirmed Sebastian’s suspicion with a chuckle. “You can’t protect her from everything. That’s not how Hollywood works, and it is sure as hell not how life works.” Sebastian lowered his gaze, swaying his glass left and right. “Whether or not Y/N waits to date Chris, she’s going to be judged and criticized. She gets judged and criticized for being your sister, Sebastian. So if you didn’t have to separate yourself from her, why are you making Chris? And don’t say 'it’s not the same’, because it is. One can’t choose who their family is, nor can they choose who they fall in-love with.”

“I know,” Sebastian sighed.

“I know you know, what I want to know is what your problem is.” Elliot poured another 30mL for Sebastian. “Because it’s not her career you’re worried about, you and I both know she’s far too talented to let a little dating scandal ruin her. And it’s not like it would come as a complete shock to the world to hear that they’re dating. They’ve been friends for seven years and it is very obvious they have feelings for each other, they’re not particularly shy when it comes to boasting about how amazing the other is. Look at all the magazines and all the fans on all the social media platforms, they have speculating about their relationship since you brought her onto that set seven years ago.” Sebastian stared at the liquid in his glass; he’d forgotten how well Elliot understood him and Y/N, nothing fooled him. “He’s a good guy, Sebastian.” Elliot said before Sebastian could answer his question. “He’s not going to break her heart.”

“How do you know?” Sebastian finally spoke. “Don’t you think I know Chris is a good guy? He is one of the best people I know, but that doesn’t mean he won’t make mistakes or fall out of love with someone.” It was Elliot’s turn to sigh. “I know how happy she is when she’s around him. I know they’re perfect for each other. I know they could have something amazing and everlasting. I know all this, Pappy, but- how do I know for sure? If I let her dive into this thing head first and she gets hurt, it’s on me. I was the one who introduced them, I was the one who let them become friends, I was the one who-” Sebastian cut himself off with a sigh. “I just don’t want her to get her heart broken by him because he is different, she won’t recover from this one.”

“Did you even hear what you just said?” Elliot asked and Sebastian felt another huff of air escape his throat. “You just said he’s different, and he is. You wouldn’t call him your friend if he wasn’t, and you definitely wouldn’t have introduced them if you didn’t he was worthy.”

“I know,” Sebastian nodded then took a sip of his drink, letting the alcohol sit and burn his throat.

Of course Sebastian knew Elliot was right, he knew he was wrong from the moment he told Chris to shove his feelings somewhere no one would find. He’d ignored the better part of himself when he made all those terrible decisions because he wasn’t ready. You and Chris might’ve been, but he wasn’t which was why he tried to convince the two of you to wait until after the movie wrapped. If he had those six months to wrap his head around the possibility of his baby sister and his best friend together then maybe he wouldn’t be so worried. He realized he’d approached the whole situation poorly, even if he’d done so with good intentions. He saw now that he should’ve talked to you, or Chris, then maybe neither would have gotten unnecessarily hurt by his actions.

“I know you’re worried, but you don’t have anything to worry about,” Elliot assured him. “Chris is not going to hurt her, not now and not ever,” he asserted. “The boy left her apartment after you told him to over the phone, he could’ve stayed but he didn’t because he respects both of you.” Sebastian nodded in acknowledgment. “And let’s not forget the fact that he’s remained single and uninterested in any other woman since he told your sister he likes her. Now if that doesn’t tell you what kind of guy he is, surely your seven friendship can.”

“I’m going to have to apologize, aren’t I?”

“I think letting them date will be apology enough.”

• • • • • • • •

You and Chris sat outside on the porch swing you loved so much; when you spent summers at Elliot’s, you’d sit out there and have rose tea with him every afternoon. Neither you nor Chris said anything for a while, you just sat and swung with your fingers intertwined. It’d been a while since the two of you were alone together, and while you had a lot to tell the other- you didn’t know how or where to start. It wasn’t awkward, but it felt like the beginning.

“I’m sorry,” you both said simultaneously then laughed. “I’m sorry for my brother,” you told him. He shook his head, informing you there was no apology needed there; he probably would’ve done the same thing if Shanna was involved. “What are you sorry for?” You asked with narrowed eyes. “You didn’t do anything wrong.”

“Neither did Seb, he was just being a brother.” Chris said and you felt your heart sink; he was right, but you didn’t think he’d defend and justify Sebastian’s actions. You didn’t know where the conversation was going to go after that, you were slightly worried. “He may have overstepped a little, but I understand why he did what he did.” You pulled your hand away from his and locked fingers with your own instead. “I know what I’m saying is not what you expected me to, but I’m a brother too and I am as protective of my siblings as he is of you.”

“Does this mean you’re sorry you fell in-love with me?”

“What, no,” he shook his head with a deep frown. “Y/N-” he chuckled softly, wrapping his hand over your wrist. “I have no regrets here. Even with all the shit that’s gone down in the past week, you are still the one I want to be with or-” confusion contorted his expression as he corrected himself, “fight to be with.” You both chuckled at that. “I’m sorry for acting weird, but I said all that because I don’t want our relationship to get in the way of yours and Seb’s. He’s your brother, family should always come first.”

“I know that,” you nodded. “I don’t want to get in the way of yours and Seb’s friendship either.” Chris managed a small smile, giving your wrist a light squeeze before pulling his hand away. “This is hard,” you sighed and he nodded. “I know we can’t be together right now, but can we at least go back to being friends? Like- proper friends and not whatever we were during the week?”

“Yes,” he smiled, “we’ll be proper friends again. Elliot even promised me he’ll get my job as your chauffeur back.” You bit back your smile as you tried not to laugh. “You have no idea how much the working week sucked for me.”

“If it was as much as it sucked for me,” you both laughed as you nodded, “I do.” Your smile faltered slightly when you reached for his hand, giving it a light squeeze. “Are you sure about me, Chris?” You asked and Chris felt his eyes narrow at your question. “You’ve been dying to get married and have kids for as long as I have known you. I don’t want you to wait for me, then date me for a little while and realize I’m not the girl for you. I know I’m being ridiculously futurists, but I just don’t want you to waste your time with another number.”

“You’re not another number,” he assured you with a shake of his head. “Believe me, you are the one. I’ve known you for seven years and in that seven years, I have fallen deeper and deeper in-love with you. I am sure about this, about us,” he squeezed your hand. “You don’t have to worry about me falling out of love because I won’t ever. You are seared into my heart and my soul, you are not going anywhere and neither am I.” He got off the swing and reached into his back pocket, descending onto one knee in front of you. “I um-”

“Are you insane?” You pulled your hands from his and he laughed. “We haven’t even kissed, there is no way-” He pressed his hand against your mouth and you mumbled against his hand, “we are getting engaged. I’m serious,” you pulled his hand from your lips, “get up.”

“I’m not proposing, you idiot,” he chuckled, opening the box to reveal a sterling silver elephant ring. “Elephants are said to have a memory like no other, so I thought the ring was fitting for the promise I’m going to make you.” He pulled the ring from the box and took your right hand in his. “I promise I’m always going to remember the love I feel for you. Whether or not we get together today, tomorrow, in six months, or a year.” He slid the ring onto your finger and you smiled. “You are always going to have my heart, Miss Stan.”

“Would you say that while we’re in Pappy’s house, we’re in a no firing line?” You asked, helping him off his knee and back sitting down next to you. He looked confused by your sentence, so you elaborated, “like we can do whatever we want and not get in trouble?” You wet your lips and Chris caught your drift, grinning. “'Cause Pappy’s house is basically Switzerland, he’s going to get us immunity for anything we do.”

“Well then,” he caressed your face with one hand, slowly leaning in. “If we have immunity, I don’t see why not.” You giggled softly, your own hand finding a place on his neck. But once again, just as your lips brushed-

“Fuck,” Sebastian cussed, wincing when he realized he had the worst timing. You and Chris drew away from each other, clearing your throats awkwardly. “I didn’t- I’m sorry, it was honestly just bad timing.” He held his hands up in surrender when you shot him a dirty look. “I came out here to tell the two of you that you’re fine to start dating whenever.”

“What?” A shocked question in unison.

“Don’t act so surprise, Y/N. Like you didn’t know you were going to walk out of here as Chris Evans’ girlfriend,” Sebastian bit playfully and you stifled a chuckle. “Pappy talked to me and- I’m sorry for the way I’ve treated the both of you. I was worried and- I made some bad decisions.” You both pursed your lips and nodded. “Okay, I get it. Now go make out and be a couple, just- don’t do it in front of me for a while. I might need some time to wrap my head around this.”

“Hey Sebba?” You called as he turned to return inside; he looked back with raised brows. “Thank you,” you told him and he smiled.

“Yeah,” Chris smiled at him, “thank you.”

“Hurt my sister and I will kill you with my bare hands.”

“I know,” Chris nodded and you laughed as Sebastian returned inside to give the two of you some alone time. “Well, can’t say I expected to walk out of here as Y/N Stan’s boyfriend.” You chuckled, shuffling closer to him. “But I am very, very excited to.” He rested one hand on your waist and the other on your neck, thumb gently stroking your jawline. “Dinner at the boardwalk tonight?” He asked when his lips were inches away from yours.

“I’d rather pizza and a six pack at my place,” you whispered then met his lips.

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Am I allowed to submit more than one? Because your writing is just so spot on that I need as much of it as I can get - requested by @impalaimagining

Read THIS (Girlfriend part 1) then give THIS (little drabble I did for Girlfriend) a glance then read THIS ( Girlfriend 2) - now, as you were…

You had always loved the Supernatural Conventions; you had watched all of them on YouTube courtesy of the fans that had recorded and posted them for all to enjoy. This was however, the first time you had attended a Supernatural Convention. Being Jared Padalecki’s girlfriend definitely had some perks, and not just the obvious ones. Jared had set up everything so you had access anywhere. 

This was easy, you thought to yourself as you strolled through the vendors area. You and Jared had not gone public with your relationship yet and no one knew who you were. You were just another fan here to enjoy the weekend. 

The last three months had been amazing since you met Jared on that family cruise. You didn’t get to see each other, but you spoke every day, video calling when time allowed. When he told you he wanted you to come to the Convention this weekend, you jumped at the chance to spend time with him. So here you were, biding your time while he and Jensen did their photo ops and meet and greets. You picked up a few things for Mary as you looked around and a few for yourself as well. 

Your phone started buzzing and lit up with Jared’s face. 

“Hi Baby! You all done now?” I asked, answering my phone.

“Yeah, we are. I have about an hour before the afternoon panel starts. Meet me by the back door and we can grab some lunch before okay?” Jared asked.

You met up with him and the two of you were able to enjoy a quiet lunch before the panel started. Even though you had a seat, you were staying in the green room during the panel and were having the time of your life as everybody passed through. You got to watch everything on the screen backstage and laughed watching the boys have a good time. Where did the fans come up with these questions?!

“Hi, my question is for Jared.” You heard the young girls voice. “Jensen posted on his Twitter and Instagram accounts that he and Danneel dragged you on their family Disney cruise a few months ago. I wanna know if you had any fun or if you got stuck watch JJ and the Twinckles while Jensen and Danneel had a good time?” She giggled at the end of her question and it was so cute.

“Well, that is a good question, Miss. Turns out I did have a really good time. I grumbled the entire flight to Jay for dragging me on that vacation, complaining about being there, the flight, the cruise, everything. And now I have to thank him for bringing me on the best vacation I have ever had.” Jared replied to her question, keeping eye contact with her. This is how they really connect with the fans.

“Really, how so?” She asked him.

He looked a little shy before he flicked his tongue out, running it over his kips. “Well, I actually met someone on that cruise. Y’all may not know this, but…” He paused and through the screen, I saw him get up off his stool and head backstage. My heart was stuck in my throat. He is not going to do what I think he is going to do, is he? I am so shy and if he thinks he is gonna drag me out there on that stage, he is insane.

“Baby?” I heard him ask me, but I refused to open my eyes and look at him. I just shook my head. 

“Jared, I can’t go out there.” I opened my eyes and they locked on his instantly. “I can’t.”

“Taylor, you can. I don’t want to hide you from anyone. You are family. We are all family. Please?” He wrapped his arms around me and I felt safe. “I won’t let go of you for a second. I promise.” I nodded and he led me out on stage and helped me up onto his stool.

The crowd was crazy loud and I was turning multiple shades of red, but he didn’t leave my side. Jensen rose and gave me a big hug.  Kissing my temple, he whispered in my ear “We got you, it’s okay.” 

Jared cleared his throat, turning back to the fan and continued, “So y’all, I was telling you I met someone. Everybody say ‘Hi’ to Taylor.” The crowd went wild, everyone yelling ‘hi.’ 

“Hi everyone.” I spoke into the microphone Jared held in front of me. 

“So I just wanted y’all to meet my girlfriend. She is the reason that trip was the best of my life.” He wrapped his arms around me, kissing me gently in front of everyone. “I love you.” He murmured in my ear.

I turned my head to whisper in his ear so only he could hear me. “Amen Padaleski.” 

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                                 Monday Management: Team Biochem
                             Engineering vs Biochem Week 1 (July 10-July 16)

                                                                  *WEEK ONE*

One of the great things about being part of a team is working together! But this can only happen if everyone is on the same page. Every Monday, Team Biochem will be bringing you all the latest updates on upcoming challenges, current projects, team activities, and more! For further information, be sure to take a look at the various documents in Sheet #3: Weeks and Challenges.

1) Engineering vs Biochem How-To: If you’re new to this event, or even if you are a returning member, knowing how to participate in the event, what the point system is, and where to find everything is critical to your success. So, it is very important that you read through THIS post the covers everything from what this blog is, the tagging system, the different Docs, spreadsheets, as well as much, much more! Again, it is important that you all read THIS post!

2) Important Links: Just as the above post is important to familiarize yourself with, these other links will also be important to your success:

3) Chats: Last year our team chats were wildly successful, and we hope to continue that this year! That being said, we as a team need to decide on an appropriate Time and Day to host these chats.

  • What do you mean by chat? As you may recall, each team has a designated chat, where we as members talk with one another, ask questions, come up with ideas, and a whole bunch of other things. 
  • What time did we do last year? For reference, last year’s Taco Tuesdays and Churro Chats began at 9 PM EST, and lasted until the conversation ended!
  • Please REPLY to this post by Friday, 11 PM PST with the time and day you think would be best, and we will tally up the votes so we can begin our chats! 
  • Once a set time/day has been decided on, we will then choose a Team Motto/Color!

So, to wrap things up, here’s what you need to do:

  1. Read the information post and familiarize yourself with all of the team links/blog
  2. REPLY to this post with your preferred Time/Day for our chats!

If you have any questions, please do not hesitate to contact us!


Title: Werewolf in Michigan Part 1

Character: John Winchester

TV: Supernatural

Warnings: None

Photo/GIF credits go to the original maker/owner

This is for my friend, @texasgal2222, hence why the OFC bears her name!

“John… it’s Teresa. Listen, I need your help. The town I live in; something weird is going on. My husband- never- torn- please? I’d rea- -ppreciate it,”

John listened to the voice mail at least six times and he couldn’t piece together the missing words other than she needed help.

Teresa Bronx was someone he had grown up with. If he were to be honest, Teresa was his first love, but things happened and Teresa moved, not really having a say in that situation.

Then Mary came along and they were married and had Dean and Sam. He honestly thought that he’d never see or hear from Teresa again.

Snapping his phone shut, he pushed his rear off of the Impala and went to the hotel room that he shared with his boys.

They needed to get on this and fast.

Closing the door, we walked by the two twin sized beds, knocking each of the boys’ foot with a tiny bit of force.

Both jumped awake, snorting as they realized that sleep time was over.

“Sorry boys, but we have our next case,”

“Uhgg, what time is it?” Dean asked, squinting at the clock.

“Time to get your tails up,” John replied, sitting at a table with his laptop.

Typing away as Sam and Dean stretched and yawned, John found the place where Teresa had called from.

“What do you have?” Sam asked, plopping down in a chair and rubbing his eyes.

“Got a call from an old friend,” he paused, reading, “looks like Werewolf attacks in… Michigan,”

“That’s about a seven hour trip, Dad,” Dean said.

Looking up at both of his sons, John smiled, “Looks like you best get to packing,”
“Dad, this town isn’t even on the map,” Dean said, from the passenger seat.

“Well, this is where the signal came from, so that is where we are going,”

So far it had been nothing but mountains and flat land. It had seemed like that they weren’t moving.

John immediately slammed on the breaks, scaring the boys.

“The hell!?”

“Jesus, Dad!”

“Sorry boys, but shut up and look,” John pointed to what was beyond the windshield.

The fog was so thick, so dense that they could barely make out the sign that set on the side of the road.

Dean squinted, leaning forward in his seat, “Welcome to the town of Quaker. Population…. I can’t see the numbers.,”

Slowly, John inched the Impala forward until it had disappeared into the fog.

Some of the thickness had thinned out, but it was still hard to see. Still, John continued to drive at a snails pace.

He sighed with relief when the fog gave way to a quaint little town. It was still overcast, but not nearly as bad.

People were scattered about the town, eating, walking their dogs, window shopping and so on.

Dean tapped John on the arm and pointed to their destination, “Last building on the right,”

~Bronx Antiques~

John pulled into a parking space and shut the car off. Pulling the keys from the ignition, he began to fumble with them as his nerves became frazzled.

“Dad?” Dean tapped his arm.


“You alright?” he asked.

John cleared his throat and shook his head, “I’m fine son. C'mon, let’s go,”

Dean and Sam shared a look before exiting the vehicle.

Entering the building, the doorbell chimed three times as they each crossed the threshold.

“Hi, can I help you?” A young girl in her mid teens stepped from a back room.

John’s eyes widened at the sight of the girl. She looked so much like Teresa did when she was a teen.

When Dean noticed that John wasn’t speaking up, he gave his father another weird stare and shook his head.

“Yeah. Hey Darlin’. We’re looking for Teresa Bronx. Is she here?”

The teen blushed, then nodded. Holding up a finger, she turned on her heel, “Hey Momma. There’s some men out here that wanna talk to you,”

“On my way, Issie,”

John felt his chest tighten at the sound of Teresa’s voice.

When she came around the corner, wiping her hands on a towel, it seemed like time had frozen.

Teresa looked exactly as he remembered, only her hair was shorter and she wore glasses.

She froze when she spotted him, her blue eyes getting tearful.

“John?” she gasped.

He could feel his own self getting choked up.

She walked faster over to him, hugging him for all she was worth.

“Hey Tere,” he whispered, giving her a squeeze.

“You came,” her voice skipped.

John rubbed her back, continuing to whisper, “Why would you think I wouldn’t?”

“Old memories,” she cried.

John pulled back and cupped her cheeks, “Listen Teresa, that was a long time ago. We were just teens,”

Teresa nodded and gave a watery laugh. She pulled off her glasses and wiped underneath her eyes to rid her face of tears.

“Sorry, it’s been a roller-coaster of emotions lately.” she said.

Dean coughed behind John, making him glance over his shoulder.

The boys looked uncomfortable, but curious as well.

“Teresa, these are my boys, Sam and Dean. Boys, this is Teresa. We grew up together.”

Sam and Dean leaned forward, shaking Teresa’s hand.

“Nice to meet you,” she smiled.

She put her arm around the teen, who seemed to look like she felt out of place, “This is my daughter, Issie,”

She kissed the girls head, “Like John said, we grew up together,”

“Ohh, he’s the one in the photo album at home,”

“Yes he is,”

Issie held her hand out, “Nice to meet you Mr. Winchester,”

“You can call me John, Issie. Nice to meet you too,” he said, shaking her hand gently.

Issie shook Dean and Sam’s hand, getting bashful.

“Please come in. Can I get you all anything?”

At that moment, Dean’s stomach growled. He clutched it, laughing, “Sorry, we’ve not had lunch yet,”

“Oh! Well, let me lock up and we’ll go to the diner across the street,”
While Teresa and Issie were in the restroom, Sam and Dean demanded some answers from their father.

“C'mon Dad, you gotta let us in on this,”

John shrugged his shoulders, “You know everything, Dean.”

Before the conversation became heated, the women returned.

Everyone ordered their food; the silence slightly uncomfortable.

“So why don’t we just cut the chase? Why are we here?” Dean asked, slightly annoyed.

The door chimed, indicating another customer.

“Mom, it’s Baisley. Can I go talk to her?” Issie asked.

Teresa nodded and smiled, “Sure, Iss. I’ll come get you when the food gets here,”

As soon as Issie left the table, Teresa’s smile faded from her face, her eyes becoming hard. “I planned on telling you, just not in front of my daughter. You said you were hungry and what I need help with isn’t suitable for the table,”

“Dean,” John said, looking up from his hands at his oldest.

Dean sighed, “I’m sorry… just hangry, I guess,”

The waitress put the food on the table, getting out of the thick atmosphere quickly.

Teresa sighed, “Let’s just eat and when we go back to the shop, I’ll tell you what this is all about,”

Issie was called back over to the table to eat, making quick work of her meal.

In between bites, she begged to stay the night with her friend, which Teresa granted.

Back at the antique shop once everyone ate and Issie safely with her friend and their parents; it was time to get down to business.

“The curiosity is killing me, Tere. What do you need help with?” John asked, taking off his jacket and placing it on the back of a chair.

Folding her arms, she looked at each Winchester and sighed one dreaded word…



That Got Away: A Criminal Minds Fan-fiction Part 9

Inspired by: Katy Perry’s “The One That Got Away”

Foo Fighters “Monkey Wrench”

Featuring: Spencer x Reader   Rating: Teen    Setting: Season 4

(I know this pic is from season 5, but come on!)
A/N: What does it mean when you make yourself cry while writing? Angst. Let’s see if the team can make up for the crappy hotel security… xoxo Stu

I do not own any of the lyrics, characters or images.

Part 1   Part 7    Part 8

Emily saw the envelope sitting neglected on the desk. The unsubs had the BAU rolling around this hotel like a tangled ball of yarn betwixt the claws of a pack of sadistic kittens. She grabbed a pair of gloves from a uniformed cop at the desk, knowing in her gut it was exactly like the one found at Reid’s hotel room that morning. She opened the gently pronged seal, a single sheet of printer paper with typical Times New Roman Font stared back.

Regarding: A Trade

When: At your earliest convenience

Who: Dr. Reid for Agent Jareau

Where: To Be Determined

How: Please have Dr. Reid pick up the security desk phone and dial #999 to receive further instructions

Don’t wanna be your monkey wrench
One more indecent accident
I’d rather leave than suffer this
I’ll never be your monkey wrench

You felt like you were trapped in a bad after school special about abstinence. How could your dad; your sweet, goofy, dork of a dad be this controlling?! You were an adult. You had lived on your own for an entire year of college. Why was it so bad to finally have a boyfriend? Even in your memories you could hear the whine of your voice in your thoughts. You had never felt so alone and angry before. What could you do with all these emotions?

You blasted Dave Grohl through the sound system and threw your stuff around your bedroom.

“JJ, can you see an exit? Can you get out of there before she catches up to you?” Hotch did not want to risk heroics, he wanted JJ back with the team.

“Yeah, Hotch, there seems to be a door at the end of the other hall. If I make it through, I will work on getting above ground.” JJ had controlled her breathing, yet she was still determined to move on to the next step of escaping. “If I don’t come back to the phone, take it as a good sign.”

Keep reading

Imagine Sebastian driving you to work instead.

A/N: Part 4! Everyone seems to be enjoying this, so I’m just going to keep working on it until I find an end. 😋 Oh, yes. Please don’t pounce on me if the Romanian here is wrong. I’m not Romanian so I turned to the Internet for help, I don’t know 🤷🏻‍♀️ Let’s get to it, shall we? You can read the previous parts here: (Just Friends: Part 1/Part 2/Part 3)

You were aroused from your sleep when you heard sounds coming from your kitchen. You rubbed your eyes and reached for your phone with your blurry vision, even without your glasses you could make out that it was only 8:30AM and way too early for you to wake up. Today you didn’t have to be at work until 1:00PM as it was an afternoon shoot; Chris wasn’t coming to get you until 11:00AM which was why your alarm was set for 9:30AM. So who the hell was in your kitchen waking you up at such an ungodly hour after the Chris-less night you had?

You reached for your glasses and staggered to your feet, stretching your arms over your head. You pushed the covers off you and moved to plant both feet on your hardwood floor. A shiver ran through you when your right foot made contact with the cold surface, whereas your left foot was protected by the sock you’d put on before bed. You sighed when you realized you’d lost a sock in your sleep again. You were cold, but were too tired to tear your bed apart of find said lost sock. Instead, you slipped your glasses onto your face and headed outside to look for the perpetrator whose actions had woken you up.

You rubbed your right eye as you padded outside, your finger bumped your glasses frame as you yawned. You could smell something cooking. Eggs, maybe? You were too tired to function. After Sebastian told Chris to go, and he actually left because he was a guy with principles- you climbed into bed and stared at the ceiling for an hour before you slept. You had six months before production ended, then it was going to be at least another three months of premieres, press junkets, and other red carpet related events. Three or more; this all depended on the success rate of the movie. But you knew with Chris’ skilled hands on it- it could only be a success, and you weren’t sure if that was a good or bad thing yet.

“Good morning, Kiddy,” Sebastian greeted you when you turned the corner as he flipped his famous bacon and cheese omelette onto the plate. “Breakfast?” He quizzed with a smile and you narrowed your eyes at him. You were hungry, but you were also mad at him; for last night, and for waking you up.

“Don’t ‘Kiddy’ me,” you bit as you sat down on one of your breakfast bar stools. ‘Kiddy’ was the nickname he gave you growing up seeing as you’d always be his kid sister, but you only loved it when you weren’t mad at him. He knew that, but it didn’t stop him from using it; nothing did because he knew you couldn’t stay mad at him for long. “I can’t believe you got Mrs Baker to spy on me again.” He said nothing as he sipped on his coffee, holding the hot liquid in his mouth for a moment before swallowing. “Nu mai sunt copil,” you reminded him with narrowed eyes.

“You’re not a kid anymore?” Sebastian scoffed, plonking your white snowflake mug down on your marble bench top. Your eyes darted to the mug and your frown deepened; he never listened when you told him not to use that mug. “Pe dracu,” he cussed and your jaw tightened. “Do you know what that means, Y/N? It’s bullshit that only the devil would believe because if you’re an adult- God, help you.” You felt your eyes well; you always hated it when Sebastian scolded you. “An adult would make better life decisions, one that won’t ruin her career before it even begins.”

“Dating him is not going to ruin-”

“Don’t,” he cut you off, frowning. “Don’t even, Y/N. You are not stupid, so don’t you finish that sentence.” You dropped your blurred gaze and distracted yourself by scratching a single spot on your marble bench, fighting your urge to start crying. “You-” Sebastian began then sighed, running a hand over his mouth.

He knew he’d hurt your feelings and you were on the verge of crying, which he did not want to see; he hated seeing you cry. You were his baby sister, he wanted you to be happy at all times. It was his job as the man of the house to make sure you were; it was also his job to protect you which was why he was doing what he was doing.

“I know it’s hard, Kiddy.” He reached across the bench top for your hand, but you pulled away before he could offer you a comforting touch. He sighed, “and I’m sorry if I’m coming off harsh.” He leaned forward, resting his elbows on the marble surface as he tried to catch your gaze. “But you know I’m just trying to look out for you, that’s all I ever do. I’m not telling you not to be with Chris, I’m just saying wait a while.”

“I’ve waited seven years,” he heard you mumble, “what if this is my last chance?” You looked up, sniffling as tears rolled down your cheek. “What if he finds someone else before the movie’s done, Seb?” That thought didn’t cross your mind until last night when Chris left looking slightly frustrated. “He’s thirty-six, Seb. He’s not like me, he can’t afford to wait anymore.”

“He can’t afford to, but he will anyway,” he assured you, gently pinching your chin. “You are something special, Kiddy. Someone worth waiting years for, and if Chris doesn’t see that then- he can piss off and you can find someone better.” You managed a small smile. “But come on, like you think he won’t wait. That man is very much so in-love with you.” He playfully nicked your jaw with his fist. “You’re a champ, so stop worrying.”

“I don’t think I tell you I love you enough, Sebba.”

“I don’t think you tell me you love me enough too, Kiddy.” He winked and slid the plate with the omelette across to you. He grabbed a fork out of the drawer and placed it down next to the plate before turning to your fridge, “what do you want to dr-” Before he could finish his sentence, you’d walked over and hugged him from behind. “I love you too, Kiddy,” he chuckled softly, reaching behind him to give your head a light pat.

“You’re the best brother a girl could ask for.”

“Do me a favor and remember how you feel now so you won’t get mad when I tell you this next thing,” he winced and you pulled away from him, raising a brow when he turned around. “Chris isn’t going to drive you to work anymore, I am.”

“Ma freci la icre.”

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