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reblog and make a wish!


this was removed from tumbrl due to “violating one or more of Tumblr’s Community Guidelines”, but since my wish came true the first time, I’m putting it back. :)

OH MY FUCKING GOD, IT’S BACK ON MY DASH.

THIS SHIT WORKS OKAY, I AM DEAD SERIOUS.

The last time I saw this on my dash, I didn’t think it would happen, so jokingly I wished I could go to a fun. concert.

AND GUESS WHAT, I WENT TO A FUCKING FUN. CONCERT.

THIS SHIT WORKS, TRY IT.

YOOOOOOO

I SAW THIS ON MY DASH THE OTHER DAY AND THOUGHT “ITS WORTH A TRY” SO I WISHED I COULD GET A 3DS

LITERALLY LIKE 4 DAYS LATER MY DAD SENT ME A PICTURE OF THE 3DS XL HE BOUGHT FOR ME WHILE I WAS AT SCHOOL

IM STILL FREAKING OUT ABOUT THIS

holy fuck, I didn’t expect this to work, I was like psh, whatever it’s just a quick reblog, but I wished my Dad would actually respond back to me AND HE FUCKING DID A FEW DAYS LATER, I GOT A FUCKING TEXT FROM MY DAD TODAY WHO HASN’T SPOKEN OR RESPONDED TO ME IN MONTHS HOLY FUCK WHAT IS THIS MAGIC IT WORKS. 

I WANTED TO SEE MY BOYFRIEND AND I DIDN’T THINK I’D GET DAYS OFF BUT THIS WEEKEND I’M HEADING UP THERE??? THIS IS CRAZY SHIT 

SO LIKE I JOKINGLY WISHED FOR MY OWN LEN KAGAMINE AND THEN LIKE A WEEK LATER I GOT A LEN NENDOROID??? H ELP

WTF OKAY SO THIS SHOT ACTUALLY WORKS BECAUSE WHEN I WISHED, I HAD WISHED MY CRUSH WOULD LIKE ME BACK AND GUESS WHAT? I HAVE A BOYFRIEND NOW. WHAT THE HELLLLL?????

ok I’ve said this before but IM DOING IT AGAIN THE FIRST TIME I SAW THIS, MY WISH DID COME TRUE SO I REBLOGED AGAIN AND SAID IT IN THE TAGS BUT THEN I WISHED FOR SMTH ELSE AND IT LITERALLY LITERALLY HAPPENED LIKE A COUPLE DAYS LATER WHAT THE HELL SO NOW IM WRITING THIS HERE FOR YOU BC I DONT BELIEVE IN THIS CRAP BUT STILL IT’S AN AWFULLY BIG COINCIDENCE

THE BOY I FELL I LOVE WITH LEFT TO TRAVEL THE OTHER SIDE OF THE WORLD AND HAS BEEN GONE NOW FOR 3 MONTHS. WE HAVENT SPOKEN SINCE BECAUSE I DIDNT WANT TO MAKE HIM FEEL TRAPPED TO ME AND NOT ENJOY HIS TIME SO I WAITED FOR HIM TO CONTACT ME FIRST. I SAW THIS ON A PARTICULARLY LOW DAY WHEN I WAS MISSING HIM SO MUCH I CRIED FROM THE PAIN, GUYS I REALLY LOVE HIM, SO I THOUGHT MEH WHAT THE FUCK, AND WISHED HE WOULD JUST LET ME KNOW HE WAS OKAY.

GUYS.

HE FUCKING CALLED ME 20 MINUTES LATER

20 FUCKNG. MINUTES. LATER.

GOOD THINGS DO HAPPEN. AND ITS IN THIS POST.

I wish for someone to leave something in my ask.

OKAY SO I ASKED FOR A HEDGEHOG AND NOW GUESS WHO HAS A PET HEDGEHOG

i really hope my wish comes true

my last two wishes came true, one more couldn’t hurt

SO I WISHED FOR AN IMAC THE LAST TIME I DID THIS AND A WEEK LATER MY MOM SURPRISED ME WITH AN IMAC. HONESTLY SHE DIDNT EVEN KNOW I WANTED ONE, I DIDNT TELL ANYONE, IT WAS AN EARLY XMAS PRESENT. Wow this works

This is AMAZING i wished that I would get into South Korea and I did !!!!!!!!

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Imagine finding Chris’ tattoo about you.

It was 1:48AM by the time you and your boyfriend got home from your cousin’s wedding reception. It had been an insane night filled with lots of booze and a ton of dancing. Both you and Chris had drunk and danced your way long into the night; there was no doubt your heads and feet were going to pay for it tomorrow. But it’d been a great night, the two of you- as always- had a lot of fun together. The two of you were so cute together that everyone- even the bride and groom- were a little jealous of your relationship.

Chris spent the entire wedding being a total sweetheart, there was an endless list of sweet things he did: he carried your purse for you while you went to the toilet, he accompanied you when you had to run around and greet family members you hadn’t seen or talked to since you were a little girl, he wrapped an arm around you and kissed your hair when you started getting emotional about the vows, he made sure you drank enough water and ate enough food to counteract the alcohol you were consuming because he knew you were a lightweight after two years of being together. Chris even gave you his too-big-for-you shoes towards the end of the night, carried your heels in his hand, and ruined his favorite socks- all because he knew your feet were killing and couldn’t bear to see you in pain. You’d lucked out with him, that was for sure.

Chris carefully stacked your heels onto the shoe rack before turning his attention to his shoes that you easily slipped off. He picked them up and slotted them into their respective spot on the rack before taking your hand and hauling your half-drunk ass upstairs. Your eyes fell on his favorite socks which were no longer a pretty cobalt blue considering he padded around on public grounds without his shoes protecting them. You felt terrible as you were responsible for murdering his socks; it was more than likely you could just soak and wash them, but your half-drunk ass didn’t think of that.

“I’m sorry,” you said and he glanced over his shoulder at you with a raised brow; he’d no idea what you were apologizing for. “I ruined your favorite socks,” you explained then pouted, making him laugh. “They’re all dirty and gross now, thanks to me.”

“They’re just socks, sweetheart.” He shrugged nonchalantly because he really didn’t care, “don’t worry about it.” He tucked your arm under his when you got upstairs, he chuckled when he saw that you were still beating yourself up over the socks. “You’re still a little drunk, aren’t you?” He squeezed your hand gently and led you to the bedroom.

“I’m very much sober,” you said with a lopsided grin that made him laugh.

“Okay, my love. Let’s put you to bed,” he pressed a kiss on the top of your head.

He sat you down in front of your dressing table while he went into the bathroom to get your makeup cleanser and cotton pads. “Think you can manage?” He quizzed when he held out the two items for you; you nodded and took it from him, turning to the mirror to start the tedious process of removing your makeup. “Now let’s get this off,” he said as he moved your long locks out of the way to take off your necklace for you.

“Hey, Chris?” You looked at him through the mirror.

“Hm?” He looked up at you after he successfully removed your necklace.

“Do you think we’ll ever get married?” You asked him and he immediately smiled.

“Of course I do.” He lowered your necklace in your jewelry box. “I’m just waiting for the right time to pop the question. I feel like now isn’t because of my contract with Marvel, I mean- I don’t want to have to leave you after just getting engaged. I kind of just want to jump into the whole wedding planning and post-engagement glow, I can’t really do that if I have to run off. So I thought I’d wait until after my contract with Marvel finishes, if that’s okay with you.”

“As long as I know you’re in it for the long haul,” you smiled, “I’m okay with anything you want.”

“Sweetheart,” he chuckled. “Of course I’m in it for the long haul, if I weren’t- I wouldn’t have asked you to move in with me and I definitely wouldn’t have added your name to the house’s legal documents.” You nodded in acknowledgement. “Are you sure you’re sober?” He chuckled again, lifting your hair over your shoulders and letting it cascade down your back.

“Yes, I’d be a lot worst if I were drunk. You should know that by now,” you said and he laughed. “The wedding’s just got me thinking about having one of my own. I know you’re in it for the long haul, but we just haven’t talked about getting married before so-” You stopped talking and began to mumble when you saw the smile he had on his face, “I don’t know, I guess I just wanted to hear you say it.”

“I’m going to marry you,” he bent over and whispered into your ear. “I am not going anywhere and neither are you.” He planted a kiss into your hair, “are we on the same page now?” You chuckled but nodded, and he smiled. “I’m going to change out of this, I’ll be right back to unzip you.”

“Okay,” you nodded and resumed cleaning off your makeup.

In the mirror, you caught Chris walking into the wardrobe. He stood half in, half out as he took off his blazer, tie, slacks, then shirt. You watched him with great appreciation for his amazing physique; he was a lot more than his body, but it didn’t mean you didn’t appreciate it. He caught you admiring him as he pulled a pair of track pants over his legs, he smirked as he walked over shirtless with his tee in his hand.

“Why don’t you take a picture,” he teased, “it lasts longer.”

“Don’t really need to take a picture if you’re here for the long haul,” you winked at him. He chuckled and started to pull his tee over his head when you caught a tattoo on the side of his ribcage that you’d never seen before. “Hold up,” you lowered your cotton pad and turned around, lifting his shirt to take a closer look at the unfamiliar tattoo. “When did you get a new tattoo?” You trailed your finger across it then laughed softly when you realized what the tattoo was; a date, 4/7/2015. “Aren’t you patriotic, Captain?”

“Not that patriotic,” he responded with a light chuckle. “This is actually for the first time you told me you loved me,” he explained and you felt your heart skip a beat as you lowered his shirt. “Remember? Fourth of July, you met my family for the first time?” You nodded, smiling; it was a good day. “We rented a place by the beach, my whole family came out and we had a huge barbecue bonfire type thing.”

“And we snuck away just before they let off the fireworks,” you continued and he nodded, smiling. “We went for a walk on the beach and I told you I loved you, a feeling you very easily reciprocated which was nice to know. I can’t believe you got that memory tattooed into your skin,” you gently poked the spot where the tattoo was, “you couldn’t just keep it in your brain?”

“Nope,” he shook his head with a smile that made your heart flutter. “Because that memory is far too important to me. Yes, it reminds me of the first time you told me you loved me, but it’s more than that.” You raised a brow for a more elaborate explanation. “It’s the day my life fell into place, Y/N. When you told me you loved me, it was like- all the stars aligned,” he admitted and you felt your eyes welled with tears of joy. “That was the day I knew I wanted to spend the rest of my life with you.” He brought your hand to his lips and kissed it gently, then chuckled against your skin as he said. “And the day my mom said she’d disown me if I ever lost you.”

“Yeah, right,” you laughed. “Lisa loves you way too much to disown you, even if you did lose me.”

“You clearly don’t know how much she loves you,” he smiled. “About as much as I do,” he bopped your nose. You lifted his shirt to admire the tattoo again when he released your hand; an act to which he chuckled softly at. “If you’re wondering when I got it, let’s just say it’s been an inappropriate amount of time for you not to notice.”

“Okay,” you laughed softly as you pulled your hand away, letting his shirt fall back over his abdomen. “I’m sorry I don’t notice every single tattoo on you, you have too many.” He chuckled, turning you around to unzip your from your dress. “But I know about it now and I absolutely love it.” Your dressed dropped to the floor and pooled around your feet.

“Mm…” Chris brushed his lips against your bare shoulder as his hands ran up and down your sides. “Does this mean you’re going to get a matching one?” You turned around in his arms and wrapped yours around his neck, smiling. “Or you know,” he kissed your neck, “at least something that pays me and our love some form tribute?”

“You know me very well, Chris,” you began as he pulled back to look into your eyes, “so you should know what my answer is.” He chuckled softly when you smiled, the both of you simultaneously answered, “hell no.”

Tom Holland Imagine: Ready?

Summary: Tom and reader have a false alarm with a pregnancy test which brings them to wonder if they’re actually ready to be parents.

A/N: literally pissed cause I already wrote this but when I tried to post it tumblr deLETED ALL OF IT AND NOW ITS NOT AS GOOD I SUCK IM SORRY IT WAS ACTUALLY PRETTY GOOD THE FIRST TIME AROUND BUT THIS ONE SUCKS IM SORRY

Warnings: none

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I felt my blood run cold as I stared at the plus sign on the stick. How could this have happened!? Tom and I were always so careful… except for that one night… but he just looked so good and we had a few too many, but I still took the morning after pill!

I grabbed for my phone on the bathroom counter and dialed Harrison’s number. He’ll know what to do. He always wants what’s best for Tom.

“Hello?” Harrison cheerfully greeted.

“Harrison? I need you to come over immediately. But please don’t tell Tom!”

“Y/N? What’s wrong? What happened? Are you okay?”

“No, Harrison. I need you to come over here now…”

“I’m on my way.”

I was still staring at the test as I walked into Tom and I’s shared living room and sat down on the couch. I was so zoned in on the little positive sign that I didn’t even realize that Harrison had arrived until I heard his voice calling out my name.

“Y/N? Y/N, where are you!?”

“Living room.” I choked out through my sobs.

I heard heavy footsteps and then silence. I knew Harrison could see the test over my shoulder. I heard his breath hitch as he realized what was in my hand.

“H-How? You and Tom… you’re always so careful!”

“I know, but one night we weren’t… and I was due for my period a week ago and-and I couldn’t figure out what was wrong until Lizzy suggested… this… Harrison, please help me! I don’t know what to do and I-”

“Shhh, Y/N, it’s going to be okay. Everything’s going to be fine. I’m here for you, Tom’s here for you. He won’t leave you, Y/N. He loves you so much. I’ll call and set up a doctor’s appointment for you. You take a nap an-and I’ll set everything up. It’ll be fine, love.”

Harrison was sat next to me now, rubbing my back as I cried into his chest. I felt my eyes grow heavy as Harrison kept rubbing my back and whispering to me that everything was going to be fine.

—Time Skip—

As I came back to consciousness, I realized that I was laying down on the couch with a blanket over me and a pillow under my head. Harrison.

I went to squeeze the test, but it was gone.

I sat up and then realize that Tom was sat across the room, head hanging down, staring at the test.

Tom’s silence only made my fear rise and I soon felt the tears resurfacing.

“You’re pregnant.” He stated with no emotion, which only stressed me out even more.

“Tom, I’m so sorry. I ruined everything, I ruined your whole career, I’m so sorry…”

Tom whipped his head up.

“Love, this is by no means your fault. You did not ruin anything. I love you, Y/N. I’m staying by your side through all of this. Don’t think for a second that I’m going to leave you.”

Tom crossed the room and placed his hands on both of my cheeks, forcing me to look into his warm brown eyes.

“Everything’s going to be just fine, darling. Now, come on, let’s get you to bed. Harrison scheduled you a doctor’s appointment for Thursday.”

Tom scooped me up in his arms and carried me up to our bedroom. I laid my head on his chest and cried as he ran his fingers through my hair.

“It’s going to be okay, love. You’re going to be just fine and in nine months, you’re going to give birth to our child, the most beautiful child in the whole world and that baby, boy or girl, is going to be the most spoiled child in the world. Our child is going to grow up with two loving parents by their side cheering them on through every decision they make. And in 9 months, if you’re willing, I will make you my wife. Y/N, you’re going to be just fine. I promise you, everything is going to be perfect.”

—Time Skip—

Tom and I laid cuddled up on the couch as Beauty and the Beast played in front of us. Tom intertwined our fingers together with one hand while the other was placed over my stomach, rubbing circles lovingly.

“Have you thought of any names yet?” Tom asked out of the blue.

“Hm? Tom, we just found out yesterday that I’m pregnant, of course I haven’t thought of names yet.”

“Well, I have… I started thinking of names the second I saw that plus sign.”

“What did you come up with?”

“Um, well, if it’s a girl, Allison Ellender Holland. Allison named after your best friend and Ellender because Blake Lively’s middle name is Ellender and she’s your idol. And if it’s a boy, Harrison Robert Holland. Harrison because of MY best friend and Robert after RDJ.”

“Those are the two most beautiful names I’ve ever heard. I love you so much, Thomas Stanley Holland.”

“I love you, too, Y/N L/N.”

—Time Skip—

“Well, Mr. and Mrs. Holland-”

“Oh, we’re not married. I’m Ms. L/N, he’s Mr. Holland.”

“Well, then you’ll probably be happy to hear that you’re not pregnant.”

“We’re- what?”

“You’re not pregnant, Ms. L/N.”

“But- the test? And I haven’t gotten my period this month?”

“Tests are false all the time, Ms. L/N. And you’re period skipping a month can happen as well if you’ve experienced a large amount of stress.”

“Honey, you did just wrap up finals last week. Could that have been a cause?” Tom asked.

“Yes, very easily. Ms. L/N, if you have any other complications with your period in the future, please contact us immediately. Have a good day.”

“You too…”

The doctor exited the room leaving Tom and I alone.

I shifted uncomfortably on the table as Tom stared at the floor.

“I know you were scared, but is it okay if I feel a little disappointed right now?”

“Of course, Tom. I surprisingly feel it as well…”

I watched as Tom walked over to me and stood between my legs.

“Y/N, I love you. I actually planned on doing this tonight, but right now just feels right. Yesterday, while you were at lunch with your sister, Harrison and I snuck out and bought something…”

I felt my breath hitch in my throat as I watch Tom get down on one knee.

“Y/N, I first bought this ring because I was under the impression that you were carrying my child, I was uncertain if I was ready to be married, but when I came home that night and saw how beautiful you looked in simply a tshirt and shorts, I knew I was absolutely crazy about you. And I was so ready to start a family with you and that feeling I just felt when that was ripped away from me was all I needed to know that I want you. I want you to be mine forever. And I want to have a family with you. Maybe not immediately though, perhaps we should start with a dog. But anyway, what I’m trying to say is, Y/N L/N, will you marry me?”

“Oh, yes, Tom! Yes! A thousand times yes!”

I flung myself off the table into Tom’s arms.

“Oh, my god! You said yes! Thi-this means that you’re gonna be me wife!? And and and we’re gonna have a family! Oh my god, I love you so much!”

Tom pressed a kiss to my forehead and wiped the tears from both of our eyes. He took my hand and slid the ring onto my finger.

“…perfect. absolutely perfect…” He whispered under his breath.

“Oh, Tom, this is amazing! We have to start the phone calls though! You call your mom and I’ll call mine!”

“Oh, god, yes!”

I laughed as I watched Tom fumble with his phone.

“Mum? Mum! SHE SAID YES!”

Okay so I feel like I have to write this after seeing so many hate William posts!

Like it or not William was a big and important character in season 1 and 2, he was the one many fans fell in love with. Yes, Thomas left in season 3 because he didn’t want to be known only for his role in SKAM but that doesn’t mean he wasn’t grateful for his role in the show.

Many say that William was an abusive character in the show, that he was rude, and that he was just not worth caring for. But y'all know what, he was never an abusive or rude character. William had his changes like ALL the characters on the show did. I mean look what Isak did to Eva in season 1, look what Sana did in season 4 to her friends, William isn’t the only character who did wrong things in the show.

Another thing, I get that many are “upset” because Even didn’t get many scenes in the show, many of you said he should since he had a role in this season. Well guess what, so did William. Even isn’t the only one who deserves to have a closure storyline, he isn’t the only character that the fans fell in love with.

So can we stop with the hate posts about William/Thomas and enjoy these last two episodes? This isn’t about Even, or William, or Noora, or Isaak. This season is about Sana and her feelings, her opinions, and the consequences to her actions.

Imagine mornings with Chris.

A/N: Hey hey, I told you there was no break. I hope you’re excited to read Chapter 5, ‘cause I’m really excited for y'all to read it! 😁 You can read the related mini-series and the previous parts here: (Mini-series - Masterlist; Mini-series Spin-off: ‘Unexpected Reader’, 'Little Ways Away’, 'She Said Yes’, and 'Miss Graduate’ - Masterlist)

Birds chirped outside the bedroom window as the sun rose over the horizon, arousing Chris from his sleep. He lifted his head and looked at the clock hanging on the wall, groaning when he realized it was only 6:03AM. His head fell back on his pillow and he turned towards you. Just as he was about to succumb to sleep again, he caught your pretty face in his sight and he decided he’d much rather watch you sleep. He tucked his hand under his face and smiled at the memory of how last night was spent. There was pizza by the fireplace while the two of you discussed and planned wedding details, and after- well, dessert, sweet kisses, and then some. It came as no surprise that things between the two of you when it came to romance and bedroom activities had doubled since you started planning the wedding; the post-engagement glow that had been put on the back burner had resurfaced now that the wedding was actually happening. Man, oh man, were things between you and Chris better than ever.

Chris reached his hand forward and gently pushed your hair out of your face, whispering softly, “not long now, Y/N.” He leaned forward and gently kissed your forehead before settling back in his original position, admiring his future bride with a great deal of satisfaction.

You woke shortly after he did due to his soft whispering and tender actions, you peeked at him and bit back your smile when you saw him smiling at you. “I know you’re my fiancé and you love me, but it doesn’t make waking up to your staring any less creepy.” You teased and he chuckled, turning onto his back with his head still facing you. “What time is it?” You asked mid yawn, stretching out your limbs.

“Time to get started on our day, I suppose.” He rested one hand on his chest and he yawned when he saw you yawn again. “Didn’t you say we’ve got wedding cakes to taste today?” He quizzed and you sighed, noising confirmation. “What’s with the sigh?” He chuckled. “We’re going to four of the best bakeries in Los Angeles to eat cake, all kinds of cake. If you ask me, I think it’s going to be a very yummy day.”

“I know it is,” you sighed again as you sat up. You remembered how excited you were when you told Chris about the cake tasting plans, you stomach practically growled when you saw the email responses from each bakery. But for some unknown reason, you weren’t excited now. In fact, just thinking about tasting cake- any kind of cake- made you feel like hurling. “But- I don’t know, Chris,” you turned back to him and he sat up, looking concerned. “I feel weird, I’m just-” you licked your dry lips. “I don’t really feel like cake.”

“That’s okay,” his hand rubbed your back soothingly. “You don’t have to eat much, just a bite of each.” As soon as he suggested that, you felt yourself make a face. Your mouth became dry and your cheeks and jaw sore, like it was preparing you to puke. “That is- um,” he chuckled then pursed his lips together at your expression. “That is not a face you want to see before you taste cakes.” Every time he said the word 'cake’, you felt your stomach churn. “Do you want me to call the bakeries and postpone the cake tasting?”

“Please stop saying the word 'cake’,” you begged as you were starting to feel a little lightheaded just thinking about what your day was going to be like. “And no, because we can’t postpone. We have so much to do and so little time, we can’t afford to lose this meeting. It’s already the middle of July, Chris, and we haven’t even gotten quarter of the way through the list. You haven’t even sorted out your wedding party, you’ve just got Scott and Sebastian so far.”

“To be fair, neither have you.” He pointed out then winced at your deadpan expression. “What? I’m just saying you’ve only got Ava as your maid of honor, so technically- I’m ahead by one person.” You grabbed your pillow and whacked him with it, making him laugh and yourself smile. “Relax, we’ve got plenty of time. On the bright side, our band is sorted already.” Your smile widened as you shook your head. That was such a tactic, every time you looked like you were about to flip out he’d remind you that, “Ed Sheeran is coming to sing for us” knowing very well it’d calm you.

“In my defense, I don’t have a lot of girl friends. I’ve got Ava, and Corrie- who’s living in Japan. She said she’ll attend the wedding, but she can’t be apart of the bridal party 'cause work has got her pretty tied up. Then there’s my brother’s ex-girlfriend, Isabelle, who I should have known better than to grow close with. It’s not like I can invite her to the wedding, do we want a huge cat fight between his ex and his current?” You asked then answered yourself, “no, we do not.” You ran a hand through your hair, wishing you could just have Ava and not a whole party. “Do you think Carly and Shanna would be apart of my bridal party if I asked?”

“Of course, baby. They love you and they’d be more than happy to be your bridesmaids.” He smiled when you smiled. “I’ll even let you have Tara if you want, I don’t need to get her to be a grooms-woman. I think she’d have a much better time with you ladies.” You smiled, kissing his cheek. “So relax, okay?” He took your hand and squeezed it. “Bridal party or not, we’re still going to get married. And if things get too chaotic, we do what Jim and Pam did in The Office. Okay?”

“Okay,” you giggled.

“Okay,” he chuckled and pulled his hand away, climbing out of bed. “I’m going to go get cleaned up first so I can sort Dodger’s breakfast out while you do your thing, then we can head out for the day.  I think we can skip breakfast considering you look like you can barely handle a bite of cake.” You nodded in agreement as he headed for the ensuite. “Okay then,” he glanced back at you, smiling. “We’ve got our game plan, now let’s hustle.”

“I can’t do anything until you finish up in there,” you reminded him, laying back down.

“I know, but don’t fall asleep,” he teasingly warned before he closed the ensuite door behind him.

The second the shower started running, he started singing. You smiled, letting your eyelids close. But before you could let yourself drift off, Dodger came barreling in and pounced on you. “Dodger!” You laughed when he licked your face. “Oh my God, stop!” You squirmed under him, laughing hysterically as he continued to attack your face with kisses. “Oh bud,” you ran a hand over his head, smiling when he stopped to look at you with a tilted head. “Aren’t you a romantic? Giving me kisses so early in the morning.”

Dodger barked in your face, causing you to flinch then laugh. He settled in front of you and gently rested his head on your belly. You smiled and stroked his fur, from his head to his tail. He was a handsome one, that boy, and such a sweet and protective fella; much like Chris. You sat up and leaned forward, kissing the top of his head. Chris came out of the steamy bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist, smiling when he saw you and Dodger.

“Forgot my underwear,” he told you then was about to walk over to scratch Dodger’s head when Dodger lifted his head and growled at him. “Whoa, bud,” he stopped in his tracks and held up his hands in surrender. “What’s with him?” He asked you and you shrugged with furrowed brows, kissing Dodger’s head as he settled his head back on your belly. “I see how it is, a pretty girl comes into our lives and you turn on me?” You laughed, playing with Dodger’s ears. “Fine, be that way. Don’t come to me when you want to go on a run, she won’t take you running.”

“I can take him walking,” you defended your distaste of running. “Can’t I, bud?” You cooed in Dodger’s face and he licked your cheek. “Don’t be jealous, babe.” You teased Chris when he squinted at the both of you evilly. “You know we’ve got love in our hearts for you, slightly deeper down.” You laughed when he rolled his eyes, walking back into the ensuite and closing the door behind him. “He’s such a baby,” you whispered into Dodger’s ear, giggling. “I am so glad I’ve got you, I wouldn’t know how to handle him on my own.”

Dodger nudged his nose into your hand and you smiled, scratching his head. You loved Dodger as much as you loved Chris, sometimes more than you loved Chris because he’d never do anything to annoy or piss you off. Chris knew this and he used Dodger to his advantage when he got into fights with you, tying notes to Dodger’s collar and sending him to find you. It was pretty cute and you always cracked after seeing Dodger’s adorable face. But then again, it didn’t take long for you to crack at Chris’ adorable face either. You were weak when it came to those two, just like Chris was weak when it came to the two of you.

It would be interesting to see what would happen when the time came for the two of you to become parents. You always saw yourself as the bad cop to Chris’ good cop when you wrote, you both agreed he’d be a pushover when your first child came along. Be it a little man or a little princess- he’d waited too long for a child to be strict with him or her. You’d most likely have to be the one to do the disciplining, though knowing your soft heart- you wouldn’t be able to be the strict and authoritative parent you’d imagined yourself to be. But that was a long way down the road, not something either of you had to worry about now. Now, the only child you had to worry about was your fiancé because even Dodger was more mature than Chris. Chris, who was once again walking out of the steamy bathroom with just a towel, because he’d realized the pair of underwear he’d taken was yours and not his.

“Nice hair,” you commented, trying not to laugh at Chris’ wet and deliberately spiked up hair; the kind of hairstyle you’d do to a two year old when you gave them a bath. He winked and reentered the bathroom, closing the door behind him again. “So much more mature,” you chuckled into Dodger’s fur when you gave him another kiss.

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Part 2

When Harry first told you he was planning to release some of his own music, you automatically assumed you’d be a part of the process. After all, he shared everything with you, and he loved coming to you if he needed some feedback! The only problem was the fact that the only piece of information you managed to squeeze out of him was that he was going to be releasing something. Something. This meant you had to suffer and sympathize with the fans online - Everyone thought you knew all the juicy details, but they were very much wrong. 

You hummed to yourself as you mindlessly scrolled through your Instagram feed. It was just an average Sunday afternoon, and it wasn’t unlike of you to not have any tasks to deal with. Naturally, you thought it’d be sort of entertaining to see what was happening on Instagram even though you checked your feed less than ten minutes ago. And that’s when you noticed it. Three blank pictures, all posted by- 

Harry…?” You breathed out, sitting up straight as you rifled through your brain for some kind of explanation. He hadn’t told you anything about anything, so you didn’t have a clue as to what the hell he was trying to tell everyone with three white squares. And the last time you had seen these three white squares were just before his magazine covers suddenly appeared, and you knew he didn’t have any photoshoots coming up because you had checked his schedule earlier. (He left his laptop open and you just had to take a peek!)  

Quickly, you opened Safari on your phone, your fingers trembling as you typed in Harry Styles in the search bar, your eyes widening at the sight of what appeared to be a promo video. “What in the world…” You gasped, clicking on the thirty-second video right away. A drenched Harry made his way towards a door before his hand was reaching out to open it, bright light flooding the dark room. A close-up shot of his bright green eyes appeared soon after. 

april 7th

“Oh my god. Oh my god.” Your heart was racing as you untangled yourself from the bedsheets, the only thing on your mind being to confront Harry about what the fuck you had just witnessed. “Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god,” Was the only thing leaving your mouth as you rushed down the stairs, nearly tripping over your feet. “Harry, Harry!” 

“Wha’s the matt-” Harry didn’t get a chance to finish asking his question before you tackled him on the couch, his arm wrapping around your waist to make sure you wouldn’t roll off and hit your head on the coffee table. “If you wanted to be on top you could always jus’ tell me, love.” He laughed lightly, reaching up to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. 

“April?? April 7th??” You could really only get that out of your mouth, Harry’s brows furrowing in confusion before a look of ‘Ah, I see’ washed over his face. 

“What about April 7th? It’s jus’ another day.”  

“You can’t do this to me.” 

“I’m not doing anythi-” 

“You know what you’re doing. You’ve kept this from me for so long, and-” 

“I don’ know what you’re talking about.” 

“Do you not trust me? Is that it?” You knew he trusted you, but you were grasping at straws here - You wanted to know what was going to happen on the 7th! 

“Don’t pull that card out, Y/N. You know I trust you, but I want to see your genuine reaction when you hear it for the first time!” The sight of you lying on top of Harry while the two of you shared a serious conversation was probably a funny sight, but you couldn’t care less. 

“You could always get my genuine reaction right now!” You whined, clearly exasperated as you sat up, your hands pressed against Harry’s chest. God, Harry was frustrating. You loved him dearly, but the one thing he liked doing the most was teasing you. 

“No need for the pout.” Harry laughed lightly, sitting himself up before planting a kiss on your cheek. “C’mon now, get off me. I was in the middle of listening to the entire tracklist.” 

Harry!” 

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The Darkness

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Title: The Darkness

Characters: Sam, Lucifer ( or Casifer if you want to be technical), Dean x Reader, Amara, Gabriel x Reader (you’ll see)

Word Count: 1,627

Warnings: angst, slight fluff

A/N: I wrote this a while ago, maybe a month or two ago, and I decided to post it finally. I hope you all like this! Feedback is welcomed and appreciated! I love you all so much! <3

Ever since Dean removed the mark of Cain, there had been this unspoken tension between the two of you.  You loved Dean, and he loved you, but there was one huge problem; the darkness, or Amara as she called herself.  Dean was your boyfriend, but Amara acted as if you didn’t exist.  You didn’t take her affection for Dean lightly.

When you finally came face to face with Amara, she was not pleased with you.  She made sure to note that Dean and her were bonded.  You chose not to give a shit about what she said.  You weren’t willing to lose Dean, especially to Amara.  By the time Amara was done with you, you were beaten and bloody.  Lucifer was the one to heal you.  If it wasn’t for him, you probably would have died of internal bleeding.

“[Y/N] please,” Dean pleaded.  “Amara will kill you.”  Dean’s eyes looked over the blood that still stained your skin and your clothes.

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All of You (I Want All of You) | (Part 2) | (Part 3) (Part 4)

Daryl x Reader Smut Warning! 18+ Only! NSFW

A/N: This was a request, hope I get it right. :) My first post-negan era smut piece. Daryl is in the Sanctuary still and is approached by Negan’s daughter (Reader), she takes a liking to him and smut ensues. I didn’t get to the ‘Negan doesn’t approve’ part of the request, may have to make a second part if people like it.

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Y/N hated it here. All the men constantly eye fucking her and making lude jokes when he wasn’t around and all the women disgusted by her because she was his daughter. Not like you had any choice in the matter, if you had had a choice you would rather be out on your own taking your chances with the dead. You claw a little at your bedroom window, high above the sanctuary, staring jealously at the staggering walkers you see clawing their way toward the Sanctuary’s gate. One of your father’s men put it down immediately. You sigh in dissatisfaction and close the white lace curtain over the frame again and plop down on your bed.

I am so fucking bored. You say to yourself and begin to play absentmindedly with your hands. Suddenly your door slams open and your father makes his presence known.

“Y/N, I thought I told you I wanted to have dinner with you tonight? Get your ass over to the dining room.” Negan gruffly cried out, the vein in his neck popping from your disobedience. You roll your eyes and sit back up.

“Sorry, dad. I lost track of time.” You huff and walk out the door in front of him and head down the hallway to the small dining room his men had set up for us. You sit down at the four post wooden table and notice that the meal is already laid out for both of you, complete with placemats, utensils lined up on the right side, wine glasses, and a bowl of some sort of soup, still steaming with heat.

“What the fuck is this a five-star restaurant?” You scoff and slump down into the chair, disrespectfully.

You father sits down on the opposite side of the table, smiling to himself at the scene. His demeanor changes slightly at your words, “You’d do well to remember how good you have it Y/N.” He growled with a hint of anger.

“Oh yeah. How fucking good I have it.” You roll your eyes and begin to slurp your soup, you can taste corn, tomatoes, and green beans, as the hot liquid slides down your throat.

One of Negan’s men saunters into the room with a bottle of wine, ready to pour into both of your glasses. You allow him to fill your glass, after he pops the cork, you nod in appreciation. Alcohol was one of the only things that got your through with these assholes some days.

The man walks over to fill Negan’s glass and he looks up at the servant, covering his glass with his hand.

“Timothy, fucking tell me this is the merlot and not that fake grape shit again.” He glares at the man.

The man steps back a little, with fear in his eyes, looking again at the bottle, “Yes, sir.”

Negan removes his hand and nods, in a gesture to the man to continue. With now shaky hands the man pours Negan a glass, setting the bottle on the table.

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Oh! Oh! Can I request a Negan x reader fic where the reader just turned 18 and Negan shares her first drink with her which leads to the bedroom? I got my fingers crossed for a little freaky-Deaky. 🤞🏻❤️ @fandomfreak202


sorry this took a decade to get out! hope you enjoy! x 


“23rd February. Red circle? Shit. Why did I circle today?” you thought curiously, looking up at your calendar, you had purchased from the sanctuary’s ‘store’ with your hard earned points. You had the job of laundry, mostly just the wives dresses and lingerie. They frequently needed them washing, considering Negan got through at least a minimum of two wives a day. You couldn’t deny your jealousy, sitting on your ass all day and getting anything you wanted would be nicer than having to go outside and deal with the post-apocalyptic world. You knew Negan would never offer you the chance to become a wife, his pet names for you were ‘kid’ or ‘little one’, making you feel like a three year-old. He would never see you as a woman, always that kid.

You got ready for the day, grabbing your point’s sheet and heading down to the washroom. Your friend, Malia was already down there, working away without you. “Trying to get some extra points? Your a half an hour early.” She quizzed, looking confused. “No, I’m just a little forgetful today. I circled today on my calendar and I can’t remember why. Did I ever mention it to you?” Malia shook her head, folding the top she was holding. “No. I can’t remember you mentioning anything.” You sighed, feeling stumped. You knew that it would annoy you until you remembered why today was so special.


 You finished your 7 hour shift, placing the washboard back in its holder.  Malia had finished about an hour ago, saying good night to you as it was getting dark when she left. You wiped your face with a flannel, a slight sheen of sweat on your forehead.  You locked the door to the washroom behind you, placing the key in your back pocket. You began walking back to your room, located on the other side of the sanctuary. You took a turn to the left, walking down the corridor that had the saviour’s rooms along it. Going up the stairs, you came to the floor that housed the wives and their rooms.  A pain of jealousy hit your heart, knowing Negan was probably with one of them right now.

You came to your door, before Simon sneaked up on you from behind, wrapping his arms around you in a hug. “Happy birthday, sweetheart!” he exclaimed, as you turned your head to look at him. That’s what you had forgotten; it was your birthday today! You didn’t really see the point in celebrating birthdays anymore, but you didn’t want to put a damper on Simon’s mood. “Thank you Si. What did you need me for?” You asked, just wanting to get a nice bath. “Negan wants to see you in his room, asap.” he said, giving you one last hug before walking off back to his duties. You started to worry a little, if Negan asked you to visit him, it wasn’t normally good. Last time, Dwight had been burnt by Negan. You couldn’t think of anything you might have done to piss him off, so you hoped it wasn’t anything negative. You walked further upstairs, onto the floor of Negan’s room. This floor was reserved for Negan and his top guys, making you intimidated and not worthy of being here. Negan’s door was placed at the end of the hallway, every step you took felt like a mile. You approached the door, breathing in and out before knocking firmly on the door.  

“Come in!” you heard him shout through the door, firm and blunt. You pushed the handle down, opening the door with a slight creak.  You popped your head around the door, seeing Negan sat at his desk, leather jacket placed on the back of his suede desk chair. “You wanted to see me, sir?” you addressed him, not knowing what your words did to him. “Come on in sweetheart.” He beckoned you in with his fingers; you feeling yourself swoon at his nickname. You walked further into the room, his eyes watching your chest swell in the tight tank top you had on. “Don’t be nervous, darlin’. I brought you in here because…” he started, opening one of his wooden desk draws to reveal a bottle of whisky. “I want your first drink to be with me.” He pulled the lid off with his teeth, grabbing two small glasses. He guided you to the couch, sitting at the side of you. He placed the glasses on the glass coffee table in front of the couches.  He passed you one, clinking the glasses together before you both gulped them down. You heaved at the taste, feeling the alcohol burning your throat. “Don’t worry darlin’, you get used to the taste.”


“So you were a teacher? In a school? With children? And you didn’t get fired, ever?” you asked in disbelief, feeling tipsy from the whisky you and Negan had been sharing. “Hey now, I was a good fucking teacher. I do wonder what happened to my students sometimes though, some of them were fucking good but others were fucking shit.” He confessed, downing the leftover contents of the glass. “Did they call you coach Negan? Or Mr Negan?” you giggled, picturing Negan in a sports outfit, playing soccer or basketball. “Always fucking sir, sweetheart. They showed me respect, just like you do doll. I like that about you.” He smiled, edging closer to you. 

“You know, being 21 now. I don’t feel any different; I don’t feel like a woman. I mean, what 21 year old hasn’t had sex before?” you sighed, not realising what you had let slip to your crush.  “You’re a virgin, doll? Oh my goodness.” He said, getting up from the seat. “Please, don’t treat me like a kid. Negan.” You sighed, walking over to him, grabbing onto his t-shirt to make him stay. “I want this, I want you. I have for a while but you see me as some dumb kid, don’t you?” you cried, letting the alcohol mess with your emotions. 

“No sweetheart, I don’t see you as a dumb kid. I see you as an independent, sexy grown woman. I’ve always wanted you, hell more than my fucking wives. I’ve imagined you in every position possible, but I didn’t want to act on it because of your age. I didn’t want to be the creepy old pervert.” He explained, his eyes burning into yours. “Well, lucky for you. I’m into older guys anyway.” You whispered into his ear, beginning to kiss under his earlobe. You heard him give a low growl, picking you up, walking towards the couch again. He put you down, spreading your legs so he could get in-between them. He placed his lips on yours, his beard rubbing against your cheek. Your fingers ran through his slicked back hair, as his hands grasped your waist. You ran your hands down his chest, and put them up his t-shirt, silently begging for him to take it off. He whipped it off, disregarding it on the floor, his full attention on you. He placed his hands on his belt, undoing it so he could get to his zipper.  

He began to slide his trousers down his legs as you took your top off, throwing it down near his t-shirt. You straddled him, feeling his hardening cock through his boxer shorts. He ran his hands up your back, unclasping your bra. As soon as your breasts were exposed, he took your right nipple in his mouth, sucking and teasing. You moaned, grabbing onto his hair. You broke away from him, so you could take off the rest of your clothes. “You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting for this babygirl.” He gasped, pulling your naked body back on top of him. You put your hands down his boxer shorts, grasping onto his hard cock. He moaned, bucking his hips slightly as he lifted himself so you could slide them off his body. They fell like a pool at the bottom of his feet, kicking them off before climbing back on top of you.

 “Fuck, are you ready sweetheart?” he asked, you dripping with anticipation. “Yes fuck!” you begged, Negan admiring you from above. He slid into your opening, you fitting him like a glove. You felt a tight pain as he began at a slow pace, knowing he didn’t want to hurt you. The pain started to subside the faster he went, you easing more into it. “Fuck, Negan harder!” you moaned, wrapping your legs around him, allowing him to go deeper. “Fuck, sweetheart. You feel so fucking good!” he said, grabbing your legs from around him, placing them on his shoulders. You gasped at the new feeling, pleasure building up in your core. Negan could feel himself getting ready, not wanting to release before you.

 “Come on baby, let me see that pretty cum face of yours.” He growled, hearing your whimpers and moans bringing him closer to his own climax. You felt yourself let go, along with a loud shout of Negan’s name. “Fuck, sweetheart. Shit!” he swore, feeling him release inside you. He fell on top of you, making sure not to crush your body in the process.

“Fuck, baby. Can I propose to you now?”

Imagine Chris attending your graduation.

A/N: Back at it with more of the Chris Evans Mini-Series Spin-off! This is Part 1 of Chapter 4 which is called ‘Miss Graduate’. And as always, it’s just fluff, fluff, and more fluff. You can read the related mini-series and the previous parts here: (Mini-series - Masterlist; Mini-series Spin-off: ‘Unexpected Reader’, ‘Little Ways Away’, and 'She Said Yes’ - Masterlist) Enjoooooy 😁❤️

You stood in front of your mirror in your graduation cap and gown, smiling at yourself with great pride. You couldn’t believe it, the day was finally here. You’d made it through hell and high water, but you were finally graduating. You lifted your head to keep the welling tears in your eyes; you did not want to ruin your makeup before you even got to the ceremony.

Chris poked his head into your room and immediately smiled when he saw you. To say he was proud of his girl was an understatement, as he was more than just proud of you. He wished he could tell you what he thought, but there were simply no words to express how he felt seeing you in that graduation cap and gown. The feeling was mutual when you went to his Broadway debut, to his 'Avengers: Infinity War’ premieres, basically to anything that involved showcasing his undeniable talent. There was a sense of excitement, and pride, and adoration; just a huge mess of positive emotions. Now Chris wasn’t only feeling all that because you’d achieved something amazing, it was also because your graduation meant you were soon to move in with, and eventually marry him. Those two things were something he’d been dreaming of since he’d met and fell in-love with you; with his beautiful, talented, and perfect other half.

You spotted Chris in the mirror and smiled. He crossed his arms over his chest and leaned against the door frame, “you look very dignified.” You chuckled as you turned, shooting him a quick wink. “You ready to go? 'Cause Ava is, she’s downstairs in the car with Seb.”

Yes, your best friend was graduating alongside you, top of her class whereas you came third in yours. Ava was a year younger than you, but you’d gone into university at the same time due to your gap year. You were glad to have taken that gap year, as you couldn’t have imagined doing that wild ride without her. She was like a substitute for your mom, who you were thick as thieves with. She reassured you, kept your grounded, read your work and gave you honest reviews, took care of you, and showered you with endless love and positive vibes. Ava was pretty much your sister from another mother, and your mother’s second daughter; she was your family. So as excited as you were to move in with Chris, it was going to be heartbreaking to leave the apartment you shared with Ava for three years. You were going to miss seeing her face every morning and every night, though she swore she was going to hang around your new home so much Chris would think she’d moved in too.

Speaking of Ava, her and Sebastian were now officially a couple- hence why he was attending the graduation ceremony. After that dinner at Chris’- where their obvious chemistry could not be ignored- they casually dated for a little while, doing a little bit of a long distance thing as Sebastian had to go back to New York after his shoot. But when he was in Los Angeles, or when he invited her to New York- they went on dinner dates and movie nights and short romantic getaways in and around Los Angeles and New York. It was always superbly romantic and Ava would always return home with a huge smile on her face. It was fairly obvious they both wanted something more, but were afraid to jump too quickly as they didn’t want to get hurt or hurt the other person. So they tested the waters, took things incredibly slow to see if things between them was something that could last them a lifetime. They were insufferable, but a little less than you and Chris were considering they were actually dating. Six months after their first proper date, they announced that they were officially a couple. Sebastian posted about her on Instagram, they trended on the World Wide Web, and you and Chris popped the champagne.

“Yeah, just give me a sec.” You walked over to the left side of your bed- the side where Chris usually slept when he slept over. “There’s something I want to give you before we go.” You took off your heels before you got on your hands and knees, searching under your bed for your secret box of secret things. Chris watched you curiously, pushing his weight off the door frame and onto his feet. “I’ve been working on it before you even knew I existed, I just didn’t know how I was going to give it to you.”

“You didn’t know how you were going to give something you’ve been hiding under the bed to the man who sleeps in said bed?” He teased and you chuckled, slipping your heels back on as you got back on your feet. “Oh God,” Chris chuckled when he saw what you had in your hand; a leather bound notebook in your favorite color- Tiffany&Co’s signature blue. You held it out for him to take, biting back your smile. “You’re going to make me cry like a fucking baby with this book, aren’t you?”

“Probably,” you nodded and he chuckled, smoothing one hand over the surface of the notebook. “I was going to save it until the night before our wedding, but um- I decided to stick with my original plan instead. You know, the one I had before I knew I was going to end up marrying my idol.” Another low chuckle escaped his throat. “And that was to somehow get it to you on my graduation day, so,” you beckoned your head at the book.

“I shouldn’t start reading it in the car, should I?” He asked.

“Not if you want to look pretty for the pictures,” you shook your head and he cracked a smile, nodding in acknowledgement. “You can read it whenever you want, but I can promise that a cry baby like yourself-” you teased him and he laughed, “you’ll cry when you read it.”

“I’ll save it for when I’m alone then,” he told you, setting the notebook down on the top of your dresser. You watched him as his hand remained on top of the notebook, eyes contemplating whether or not he wanted to read it now. He was curious and it was obvious, but he also took your warning fairly seriously; you were very good at making him cry with your writing. “Why’d you have to give it to me now?” He both groaned and chuckled simultaneously.

“Because I’m a sucker for cliffhangers,” you giggled, drawing a chuckle from him. “Now come on,” you took his hand and pulled him out of the room and away from the notebook. “We’re going to be late for the ceremony. Chris-” he abruptly pulled you back and into his arms, pressing his lips against yours. You felt a smile on his lips and one surface on your own as his hand moved onto your lower back, pressing your body against his. “And what was that for?” You asked when he broke the kiss, resting his forehead against yours.

“I am just so incredibly proud of you,” he told you and both your eyes welled with tears.

“Don’t start with me, Evans.” You chuckled and drew back slightly so you could tilt your head and stop yourself from crying; your makeup may have been waterproof, but there was no way it could survive the crying that came as a result of Chris’ touching words. “We said no crying until we got home, I want to look pretty for the pictures.”

“Lucky for you,” he gently swiped a tear that was rolling down your cheek, “you’re a beautiful cryer.” You chuckled then pecked his lips, brushing his bearded cheek with your thumb. “Okay, we should really go 'cause my pants just vibrated.” He patted the pocket where his phone was in, and you tried not to laugh as you teased him.

“Who knew a graduation gown could turn you on so much?”

“Oh God,” he threw his head back, bellowing with laughter. You giggled and pulled away from him, taking his hand and leading him towards the front door. “You know, you should really learn to be more like me and keep the bad jokes to yourself.”

“I should,” you glanced back at him with a smirk, “but where’s the fun in that?”

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Chris and Sebastian moved to sit with yours and Ava’s families upon arrival, while the two of you went to join your respective classes. It was insane how many people were there, and how majority of them were as emotional as you were after your chancellor’s speech. The part of his speech that stuck with you the most was, “this is the end of your life as a student and the beginning of your life as a contributor to society. You no longer have your parents, your professors, or your student identity to fall back on. You are an adult now. You are responsible for every action you make, and every reaction you create. So do something extraordinary with your time on this earth, with your existence, and do not- for a second, let anyone or anything decide on your fate because this is your life. Stand up, because it’s time for all of you to set out and conquer the world.”

When applause erupted through the crowd of more than eight thousand people, you found yourself looking for Chris’ face in the sea of people. It was ridiculous because there was no way you would’ve spotted him from where you were, but you tried to anyway because he was the reason you were here and ready to do as your chancellor said.

Ava spotted you scanning the crowd then smiled when she caught your gaze, sharing a nod of pride and acknowledgement with you. Her smile widened when she saw your lips mouthing the words, “I am so proud of you.” To which she mouthed back, “I am so proud of you too,” causing your smile to reach your eyes. You kept your gazes on each other then turned away chuckling softly when you both realized you were making each other cry. You may not have spotted Chris, but you saw your best friend and she, too, was one of the reasons you’d made it. Without her and her constant support, you wouldn’t be sitting there and you sure as hell wouldn’t have believed you deserved to be with Chris.

When all was said and done, you pushed through the sea of students celebrating and crying with their friends and families so you could find yours and do the same. Ava found you before you could find her, throwing her arms around you to give a tight hug as she cried with utter joy. You hugged her back with the same tears of joy streaming down your face, laughing softly at your promise to not cry until you got home. “Congratulations, Ava.” You whispered before you pulled away. “You did it, you graduated.”

“So did you,” she chuckled, brushing her tears away. “And you’re finally getting the life I always knew you’d get, the one you always argued was impossible and unrealistic.” You chuckled when she poked your arm, smiling. “Look at this, I always knew we’d end up here.” She took your left hand and reminded you of the engagement ring Chris had slipped on almost three years ago. “I am so, so happy for you. You are going to do some extraordinary things with your life,” she gently squeezed your elbow, “I just know it.”

“You too, Ava,” you smiled, giving her elbow a gentle squeeze back. “And you are going to make the most beautiful bride one day.” She chuckled softly and dropped her gaze, hiding her reddening cheeks. “He’s going to ask, you know that right?” You tried not to smile when you remembered talking to Sebastian about his plans with your best friend; he was going to marry her, definitely, he was just waiting for the right time. To which you countered with, “there is never a right time, Seb. Just the right person, and Ava’s pretty freaking perfect for you.”

“Let’s focus on your engagement and your wedding first, we don’t want a Bride Wars situation to happen.” She joked and you laughed. “Though I doubt it would, I’d happily let you and Chris have whatever location and date you want.” You smiled and gave your best friend another tight hug.

“Are the two of you going to share that love? 'Cause we’d really like to get in some PG hugs and kisses before we bring you back to your families.” You heard Chris’ voice and smiled, releasing Ava from your arms to turn to your fiancé. “Congratulations, Ava,” he said to her as she walked past him to hug Sebastian. “For you, my love.” He held out a bouquet of red rose and you smiled, taking it from him before you buried yourself in his arms. “Congratulations, sweetheart. I am-” he chuckled to stop himself from crying, “I am so proud of you.”

“Thank you,” you looked up at him and smiled. “Now I’d tell you all about how I wouldn’t have pursued screen writing without you, and how I couldn’t have made it through the last three years without you, but-” you chuckled. “It’s in the notebook and I don’t want to spoil anything for you.” He chuckled, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “So I’ll just tell you this instead, though- I’m pretty sure you know this by now.” He nodded before you could say anything. “I love you, Chris Evans. More than I’ll love another being in this lifetime, more than I love Fan fic Chris, and more than I love myself.” He smiled and caressed your face in his hands, ready to dip his head to press his lips against yours. “And I am so ready to move in, marry, and spend the rest of my life with you.”

“Took the words right out of my mouth.”

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Part 2A

           CLAIRSENTIENCE/EMPATHIC (Intuitive Feeling)

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Clairsentience is also known as ’Clear Feeling’ or ’Clear Sensing’ and is very closely linked with the gift of Empathy (they’re both basically the same thing, which is why I’ve decided to group them together.)  See, Empathy and Clairsentience are within the same spectrum of gifts that are based on feeling/sensing the emotions and energies of the world around us. But, Clairsentience is a more intense version of Empathy which takes on a wider range of sensitivities. 

Where an Empath has the ability to sense and feel emotions of people, animals or objects, a Clairsentient person is able to do all of that as well as physically feel energy fields around them, including a person’s aura and voice. So while the two are similar and it is very likely that an Empath can develop a greater Clairsentient gift, it strongly relies on the drive and trust in an individual’s own intuition to tap into fully. We have to trust that what we are feeling is true and act accordingly; it’s so important to remember that we cannot take on and help everyone either. Sometimes the best we can do is protect our own energy, it’s not being selfish, it’s called being SAFE.

In the beginning, you may find that it can be very challenging to understand, because sometimes you will feel things but, you don’t know where it’s coming from or why it’s coming to you. It can be strange at times because you may even feel physical sensations like tickling, goosebumps or weird pressure. Imagery and words DO have an effect on the body so, it may even help to cut back on some of the crazy shows and become more aware of how you speak. It’s important to understand that your words are spells and they should always be used wisely. You may even find now that you can’t watch gore-type movies for example, because they feel physical pain that you feel. Ugh, I know that now just thinking about the ORIGINAL Hostel movie (the LAST gore film I ever watched, legit) I can feel my stomach turn and I get a weird lumpy feeling in my throat. Never again, nope. 

Anyways, sometimes information or specific details will pop into your mind and they will have come out of the blue, literally from nowhere. You will generally feel the emotions and energy of people and the environment around you. The more you develop this gift, you will find that you will have a good sense of what someone is thinking. You might feel exactly what another person around you is feeling, their happiness, sadness and even aggression. You may feel just kind of heavy or off when you meet a new person who ends up being more narcissistic than anything. You may get anxious for no reason or feel random pent up emotions that suddenly burst out like a popped balloon without warning. But, most of all you will just be able to sense the presence of another being before you see them, you’ll just know when someone is having the best or the worst day of their life. Trusting your intuition will greatly help you to know whether you should put your energy and trust into a situation or a person. 

So, how do you know that it’s not ‘all in your head’? Well, we test it! Have you had experiences of overwhelming emotions or energy from people animals, or for just no freaking reason at all? Does it expand to objects and places too? Have you ever felt emotionally attached to someone, even at a distance and can easily call on them in dreams, random thoughts or flashes of insight? Maybe you have a pattern of people not understanding or saying that you are just being “too sensitive” or have a very “vivid imagination”. Are you able to understand energy by words and body language by easily picking up on small cues that others don’t? Perhaps you can sense the presence of spirits, or are aware of the strong energy that will suddenly surround you. Are you highly sensitive to your surroundings to the point where they can put a damper on your emotions or do large crowds make you physically feel ill and call for a serious recharge after? If any of these situations sound familiar, it’s very possible you are an Empath with the ability to tap into clairsentience on a deeper level.

A fun activity you could try is to ask a friend to show you a picture of somebody they know well (obviously make sure you don’t know the person too lol) and then look into the person’s eyes and focus on their energy. Ask yourself how they must have felt at the moment of the photo being taken? What this individual is like as a person? Would you trust the person? Is there anything else the person’s eyes are revealing or rather hiding? After a few minutes of gaining insight, check with your friend to see how accurate you were! Your first time you may only get basic feelings like a burst of positivity or negativity but, the more you practice, the more you will begin to feel, understand and see the opportunities that this beautiful gift has in store for you.

                               (video used in .Gif here)

*This concludes the ‘CLAIR’ posts. If you have missed any and want to read more, click the link at the top of this post. Have any areas you would like me to cover? Shoot me an ask for in-depth write-ups!

Ted Bundy: Well, where, I mean, I’m not here to try to impress you one way or another. I mean, I honestly welcome the opportunity to tell someone how I’m feeling, what I’m thinking, what I’ve done. I really am—it’s inconceivable to me that we could touch on things—

Emanuel Tanay: Suddenly, you seem to have gotten sad.

TB: In two hours—oh, well, it’s because I’m really thinking now. Ah, I don’t know if emotional is the word. I’m reflecting back on other interviews with other psychiatrists, psychologist-types, and I guess the sadness or the emotion is due to what I feel is a wham-bam-thank-you-ma’am treatment that I was given. And granted, however, that the persons … spent hours with me over the course of months. But still, I felt even after all that time they took with me, I’m afraid they succumbed to their own prejudices, and/or, in a caution, you know—I guess the institutional psychiatrist says, ‘When in doubt, ah, air on the side of safety,’ which is for incarceration, you know. They say, ‘Well, we didn’t get to know this person. You may have the report.

ET: Yes, I have.

TB: I don’t feel like I know it, and therefore he’s hiding something.

ET: Well you, don’t you think that you have kept me fairly much at bay anyway?

TB: Well, I don’t know how—I mean, we haven’t had a chance. What have I refused to talk to you about?

ET: You haven’t, you haven’t.

TB: And I’m not trying to woo you with words or gloss things over, but there’s a lot—

ET: But you see, only in the last few minutes, you have sort of changed a bit. You are more engaged.

It was my impression that he was experiencing separation anxiety in the manner of a child, as if to say, “Let’s play a little more.” Bundy’s impressive intelligence coexisted with the immaturity of a child whose ability to postpone gratification is very limited.

Request:  Can I request an imagine where Juice starts dating the reader and he takes her to his place and she freaks out half way in a makeout session because she thinks that sex is all guys ever want from her and he learns that her last relationship ended with the guy leaving her right after she slept with him. So Juice reassures her that they don’t need to have sex, that he’s crazy for her no matter what.

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Your relationship with Juice had only been going strong for a good three months now and you felt more connected and close to him than any other man you’d ever dated. Somehow, you’d become attached and in the beginning, you’d made yourself promise this wouldn’t happen. But here you were, sat on his couch with your lips interlocked and hands pulling at clothing.

In a previous relationship, you’d only been with the guy for almost two months and things got serious quick. One kiss led to another and that led to the two of you tangled in sheets for hours together. Of course, he left the moment he’d finished, not even kissing you goodbye. He’d claimed he had to leave, that he had business to take care of.

That excuse was fine and dandy until you tried calling him the next day and it went straight to voicemail. You’d waited hours, tried again then took to stop by his place. All of his things were gone and a ‘For Sale’ sign was posted in the front yard. Stopping by his work proved to make matters worse when you were told he’d quit the day before and was now gone, in the wind with no trace to him. After two days of his calls going straight to voicemail, the operator began telling you the line had been disconnected.

The promise to never get attached came with the fear that your previous relationship brought you but Juice was different. You knew he wouldn’t leave you but deep down you couldn’t be a hundred percent for sure.

Kiss after kiss, your mind began wandering and you saw this escalating to sex and saw Juice leaving you just like the last had. Your heart began racing in your chest, having to pull back from the kiss to catch your breath. Juice simply moved his lips from yours and to your neck, trailing wet, warm kisses over your neck and pulling your hips closer to his own.

Your initial reaction was to push his hands away roughly, pushing yourself up and taking as many steps back as you could until you could properly breathe. Juice was more than utterly confused, looking at you with furrowed brows though he keeps quiet until your breaths are normal and you’re not breathing loudly anymore.

“Babe? What’s wrong?” He asks but you just shake your head, holding a hand up to him. You couldn’t find a way to sanely explain to him that you couldn’t lose him. He patiently waits for you to address him, his lips pursed as he watches you collect yourself.

With a deep breath, you try to calmly explain to him what the hell is going on. “This- This is going to sound very weird and very off but I can’t lose you, Juice. I just- I can’t lose you, okay?” You tell him and the confusion on Juice’s face only grows, your head tilting back a little.

“Baby, you’re not going to lose me. Why would you lose me?” Juice asks, pushing himself up to stand. He felt he had to at least be eye level with you, to look into your eyes completely, understand on a deeper level what you were going through.

“The last guy I was with, he left after we slept together and I haven’t seen or heard from him since. I just don’t want to lose you like that, alright? It’s stupid but I’m serious, I’m scared of losing you like that.” You tell him, your hands shaking as you pick at your shirt.

Juice stops for a moment, watching you closely before he steps closer to you, his hands grabbing yours and intertwining your fingers. “You’re never going to lose me, especially not after sex. I can promise you that.” He starts, pulling you into his chest and kissing his forehead. “But I don’t want you feeling like you have to give yourself to me because you do not. Take your time and let it happen when you want it to.”

The warmth and reassurance that floods your chest has you smiling and leaning into his chest immediately, face burying into his shoulder as you nod. “Thank you so much, Juice. Really, thank you.” You tell him and he just grins, fingers rubbing up and down your back gently.

“Don’t worry about it, you’re stuck with me until you don’t want me.”

realized I didn’t really like the last ones i posted, so I rewrote/added a few things to this list.
So I hope you like the improved version.
Enjoy!
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Joker (ledger) headcannons:

-This joker is much more different than leto’s version.

-He has a better grasp at understanding his emotions, meaning he’s a little more easy going on you.

-Understands that what he went through was hell, tries his best to know when he’s not in a good place, and to keep away from his partner.

-But, that still doesn’t mean he’s smooth around the edges.

-Be prepared for tons of random outbursts that may lead to him hurting you

-If he realizes that he injured you, he’ll leave and keep to himself until he feels that he has his emotions under control.

-Feels that if his emotions aren’t under control then he can do way worse than a slap to the face, which is something he entirely tries to avoid.

-You once had a mental breakdown which led to an huge argument with J. He got super pissed during and slapped you so hard you were left with a busted lip and a bloody nose.

-He couldn’t look at you until the bruises faded because every time he did, he’d beat himself up, but didn’t show it because he’d feel weak.

-The incident happened almost a year ago and he still beats himself up over it like it was yesterday.

-Likes to tell you different “you wanna know how I got these scars” stories, he feels that they’re funny and wants you to enjoy them too.

-You both have to have a mutual hate/interest on the batman, if you don’t then the relationship won’t go well.

-The relationship Low key started with you being kidnapped and held hostage, but then him becoming intrigued with you,keeping you around.

-You’re kind of insane as well, making this relationship fun for him.

-He’s usually quiet with words, jokes on the other hand come out super easy.

-Not very sentimental, a few forehead pecks and MAYBE a hug.

-Sex to him is never love making, it’s always just for the both of you to get off.

-Aftercare on the other hand is different, usually just pillow talks and you playing with his hair/rubbing his chest—
(And tons of dirty jokes on his part).

-He loves it when you play with his hair, it’s soothing for him and helps him feel slightly less unhinged.

-The way his humor comes is very dark, it’s not for the faint of heart(you wanna see a magic trick).

-But to you it’s just as entertaining.

-One time one of his men tried flirting with you. Didn’t last for 5 seconds before the poor lad had a knife lodged in his throat.

-J made sure everyone was present for the aftermath, letting them know not to fuck with you unless they wanted the same outcome.

-If he’s willing to put off that “they’re easily replaceable” vibe when in reality it’s super hard to find another goon, you best believe you’re worth something to him, don’t take it for granted.

-You break him out of Arkham every once and a while when he decides to get locked up.

-Gets super excited when he sees you in front of the cell ready to take him home.

-Sorry NEVER comes easy to him, it makes him feel vulnerable. If it’s ever said you better take it like God himself said, because you’re probably never hearing it any time soon.

-The last time he said it was when you were shot by the bats and he didn’t think you’d make it.

-“I’m so sorry.”
-“Its okay j, it’s not your fault”

-Batman once kidnapped you, thinking he was rescuing you. The joker never slept until he was able to get you, when he found you he beat the bat so badly that he was practically unrecognizable.

-It scared him to the point where he thought he’d never see you again.

- Mumbles to himself frequently, it’s 90% about his plans to destroy Gotham and 10% about what he’s going to do with you and what’s going to happen if the bat gets you during his plans.

-He always thinks ahead during heists. The last time you went with him you got severely injured, that was the last time he actually allowed you to join him( hence him saying sorry).

-People think he’s gone soft around you, they’re all right, but they quickly changed their minds when he shot two of his men in front of everyone else.

-This doesn’t change the fact that he’s still somewhat soft to you.

-The relationship is laid on a ride or die platform, so you rather catch up or get lost.

WOW  — just wow. I hit 1k followers just about five months ago and last night i actually reached that 2k milestone  🎉 I’m a little bit speechless, because i never thought that so many people would enjoy and love those shitty edits of mine and would actually want to talk to me about my fave characters, my life and literally just anything? It’s amazing and i’m beyond grateful for all of the support and appreciate each and everyone of you; especially my lovely mutuals. And even though all of this is still beyond me, i wanted to give the following people a big and plushy shoutout!
Thanks for following and i love you, guys!  💜

@banesfuture  💜
of course my sweet parabatai has to be the first person on my list that’s going to be mentioned  — i don’t make the rules. mags, you lovely human being. i don’t think i can put my feelings for you into words that actually make sense, but i’m going to try. you’re one of the most amazing people i ever got to meet and i’m beyond grateful for your existence. we’re basically the same person which, let’s be honest, sometimes creeps the shit out of us, but at the end of the day that’s probably one of the reasons why i love you as much as i do. you share my love for harry shum jr and don’t even get me started on necks and collarbones and all the thirst (yes, we need some holy water, babe.) you also share my love for poetry and prose and you’re one of those people i can talk to about literally anything. you talk to me about life changing decisions, drag me for my typos, encourage and support me to be the best version of myself, send me cute pictures of your kitties to cheer me up, send me funny memes and videos, bless my day with your beautiful selfies and most importantly you’re always there for me. and you always make sure that i never forget about that. i’m honoured to be your friend and i love you so much! 

●  @wonderchesters  💜
DAMN GURL is the first thing that comes to my mind when i think about you, brooke. you’re not only one of the most beautiful and sweet girls i have ever seen (please never ever stop sending me those gorgeous selfies!) but also one strong and genuinely kind and caring person. you’re like a little sister to me, except for the fact that i’m the vodka mom friend™ and your mom would probably kick me out within two weeks :’) i love that you speak your mind and how enthusiastic you are when you talk about the things you love. you’re so open minded, share my sense of humour and i can have those 3AM kinda conversations with you at any time of the day. i’m so so glad that you’re a part of my life and that i’m able to call you my fufe. i love you! … and don’t forget the fact that, if someone were to hurt you, i’d fly over to the US in a second to wreak vengeance for you c; #lol

@canislytherinthings  💜
where do i start when it comes to you, yael? god. i remember the day i saw that you followed me and how i instantly freaked out for a second and had to remind myself that i’m an adult and that we fangirl in silence c; you were and always will be one of the editors i admire the most. you’re so incredibly talented   —  and i’m not only talking about gifs and editing in general, even tho i always get those heart eyes when i see you posted another one of those gorgeous sets of yours. but you’re also seriously talented in cheering me up when i’m at my worst and you make me feel like i can talk to you about anything. it doesn’t matter if it’s just fangirling and fandom talk or those moments when my anxiety is rising and it feels like it’s crushing me down; you’re there. and i can’t tell you how grateful i am for that. you’re such a kind, strong and intelligent woman and you inspire me. i love it when you talk about your religion and traveling, share your personal stories and expierences with me and the fact that i can still learn so much from you. please, don’t ever change and please, take me to jerusalem and show me the city. i love you so much!

●  @jaceslewis  💜
you’re the cutest little bean on this planet, brie. thank you so much for instantly writing me when i posted your blograte  —  we might’ve never talked if you didn’t, because i’m a shy chicken and i seriously wouldn’t want to miss you and our conversations for the world. you have a thing for poetry, just like me and are a quite talented poet yourself (even though you don’t always see that yourself) and i’m amazed at how much talent and kindness you carry in your heart and brain. the second we started talking i knew that i had made a new friend, because that’s how you treated me from the start, even though we didn’t really know each other at the time. you’re such a warm and loving person and way too precious for my anxious ass; seriously. i love your honesty, your humour, your love for stephen king and the stories about your family (#zwetschgenknödel are the best 😉) and how you’re not someone who’s quick to judge others and always makes sure the people around you are feeling welcome and good. i know you tend to underestimate yourself and that we haven’t talked that much lately, but please let me tell you that you’re an awesome human being and that you can do absolutetly everything you put your mind to. you don’t have to hide your talents, mein mädchen. i love you!

@mel-iorn  💜
it feels like i’m an open book to you, mel, but i love that feeling. when i’m talking to you i feel genuinely understood and most importantly safe. i don’t have to think about something twice when i’m talking to you, because i know i can be completely honest. you’re so open minded and i love that we share an interest and passion in other cultures and religions. if we could, we’d probably travel the whole world! i also love it when you send me poems and little texts that made you think of me, ramble in your tags and how we’re just on the same wavelength. you’re so unapologetically yourself (and that’s a gorgeous self btw!) and i admire that so much. even though we haven’t talked that much lately, it’s always a blessing to know and see you on my dash. you make me smile and i love you! (that’s a #leveup for our friendship, right? c; )

i want to throw puppies at you because you’re so perfect it frustrates me #absolutefaves  | |  blessed by your existence
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The Chris Evans Mini-Series (One Shots)

Imagine you and Chris getting Sebastian to babysit your children.

A/N: I just really needed this in my life, I dunno. 🤷🏻‍♀️❤️

New York was where you and Chris had to spend your week due to production meetings and talk show interviews. The original plan was for you and Chris to leave Jack and Lola with your parents so they wouldn’t miss any school, but after days of them bugging the two of you and nights of discussion and planning- you decided they could afford to miss a week of second and third grade. It wouldn’t be the first time they’d missed school to travel with you and Chris, so a plan had been devised. You and Chris would meet with their teachers before you left, gathering the materials they needed to keep up with their classes. So far, so good; their grades remained high and their school remained happy despite their absence in class.

The only problem you had with taking them along was finding someone to look after them while you and Chris were out and about. Usually your meetings were at different timings; you went while Chris stayed and took care of them, and vice versa. But some days you and Chris were due at the same time, at the same place. It left you with the decision to either bring them along or leave them in the care of your contacts in New York. They were good children, so they knew they had to behave in certain scenes which made it easy for you and Chris to take them anywhere- even to a professional meeting with an important casting director. But at the end of the day, they were still children who would get bored after an hour of sitting quietly.

Today was one of the days where you and Chris were both needed, and the meeting was said to last at least three and a half hours. Chris, as always, was optimistic that they could pull through if ice-cream was offered at the end. You, on the other hand, weren’t pessimistic, but you didn’t want to overreach either. You and Chris sat your kids down and offered your propositions: a stuffy office where they could have ice-cream after three and a half hours, or three and a half hours with Uncle Sebba and Aunt Margo where they could have all the ice-cream they want. It was needless to say they went with your choice, the obvious and smarter choice. Chris argued that you cheated because you’d lied about having all the ice-cream they wanted. But you reminded him that they were out of your hair and you could now get through the meeting without them politely knocking on the door, asking “are you done yet?”

“Ah hah!” Sebastian grinned excitedly upon opening the door for his two favorite kids.

“Uncle Sebba!” Your children cheered at the sight of him, pouncing to hug his legs. You and Chris smiled because even though Sebastian wasn’t a dad himself, he was great with your kids. If the two of you hadn’t felt obligated to give the title of godparents to your own siblings, Sebastian would’ve definitely made the cut. “We’ve got the whole day with you!” Lola informed him, looking up at him with the same excited grin he had.

“No, you’ve got three and a half hours,” you corrected her. Both Jack and Lola’s faces dropped and they pouted, giving you and Chris puppy dog eyes. “We don’t want to take up Uncle Sebba’s and Aunt Margo’s whole day.” You and Chris waved at Margo over Sebastian’s shoulder as she made her way to the front door. “Three and a half hours, we’ll be back to pick you up.”

“Oh, hush. They are our plans for the day,” Margo told you, resting her hand on top of Lola’s head when Lola hugged her. “We’re more than happy to have them, you two go to your meeting then have a date night after. We’ll babysit, we don’t mind. You know how much we love these two, we’d steal them if we could.”

“Date night sounds amazing,” Chris whispered into your ear and you smiled, neither agreeing nor disagreeing. “Are you guys sure? I mean- that is a very sweet offer,” he tried not to smile when he lowered his gaze onto his children, “to look after our two little monsters.” Jack and Lola made a face at their dad, drawing laughter from the adults. “Look at those little monster faces. Honestly, keep ‘em if you want.”

“No, Daddy!” Lola detached herself from Margo and ran over to her dad, throwing her tiny arms around his leg. Chris chuckled, lifting her into his arms to hug her; her arms wrapped around and her head buried into the crook of his neck. “I just want to spend the day here, I want to come home to you and Mama.”

“You are going to come home to me and Mama,” Chris kissed her head. “I was just kidding, sweetheart.” She pulled away and leaned back in his arms. “You know I wouldn’t let anyone take you away from me.” She huffed, crossing her arms over her chest. “Aw, don’t be like that. You know I love you, baby.” He booped her nose and she cracked a smile, which turned into giggles when Chris tickled her.

“Okay, we should go.” You told Chris when you felt your phone buzz in your back pocket. Chris nodded and kissed Lola’s cheek before lowering her onto her feet. “We’ll call after the meeting, and if you guys are still okay with having them- we’ll go have dinner first.” Sebastian and Margo nodded, smiling. “Thank you so much, we really appreciate it.” You descended to your knees in front of your children and opened your arms; they quickly enfolded themselves in your love. “Be good, okay? Listen to everything Uncle Sebba and Aunt Margo tells you to do.”

“Okay, Mama.”

“Are we okay posting photos on Instagram?” Margo asked, knowing how much you and Chris liked staying away from the limelight. “I say photos but I meant just one, a cute little group shot.” You looked over at Chris, who nodded, and you nodded. “Awesome, I can’t wait to see the reactions. It’s going to blow up the internet, you know how much the world loves your children.”

“We are adorable, aren’t we?” Lola looked over her shoulder at Margo, grinning. Margo nodded, chuckling. “I like being famous, Mama. Everyone is really nice.” You all smiled, trying not to sigh at the innocence of a child. “I want to be an actor when I grow up too, like Daddy and Uncle Sebba and Aunt Margo.”

“Do you?” Chris winked because he already knew that. The two of them were always having their own little chats, one of them being about her becoming an actress. It happened when you weren’t home because Chris knew it wasn’t a topic up for discussion until she was much, much older. You loved the industry you were in, but you weren’t a hundred percent about having her in the same limelight you and Chris were constantly in.

“We’ll talk about it when you grow up.” You kissed her cheek then Jack’s, releasing them as you got to your feet. “Alright, we’re going to go.” You slipped your hand in Chris’ and you both headed for the elevator. “See you later.” You called as you both waved, entering the elevator.

“Now that the parentals have gone,” Sebastian smirked. “Let’s go eat ice-cream!” He announced in a deep, monster-like growl making Jack and Lola giggle. “Ice-cream for lunch!” He cheered, catching each child under his arm and carrying them towards the kitchen.

“I am surrounded by children,” Margo laughed softly, closing the front door before she followed.


• • • • • • • •


You’d called Sebastian’s phone after the meeting like you’d promised to check in with them as well as their state of mind. Children were exhausting, and if they were ready to call it a day- you and Chris could head over to pick them up. But they were fine, Sebastian and Margo were more than happy to continue to have them while you and Chris had a date night. Sebastian even told you- after Lola picked up and passed him his phone that “we’re in the middle of baking a batch of chocolate chip cookies. Margo and I would be lost without their help, so we’re going to have to ask for another few hours.” You were about to argue that chocolate chip cookies didn’t take that long when you remembered you could have date night with your husband. You quickly thanked them and hung up, calling your favorite restaurant in New York for a last minute reservation. It just so happened that the restaurant was only ten minutes away from Sebastian’s apartment.

“We should come to New York more often,” you joked, clinking wine glasses with Chris. “Or maybe we should buy Sebastian and Margo a house in Boston.” Chris laughed, nodding in agreement. “That way we can actually have date nights instead of planning it, only to cancel last minute and stay home.”

“I know, right?” He chuckled, lowering to glass to reach for your hand. “I’m sorry we’ve missed so many date nights, I know it sucks having our plates so full.” You turned your palm up in his hand, interlocking fingers. “I guess it’s the price we have to pay for being so good at our jobs.” He winked and you smiled. “But I promise, more effort.”

“It’s okay,” you shook your head. “I mean- it doesn’t really have to be a night out for us to call it a date night. We’ve had some pretty awesome date nights at home too,” you reminded him with a flirtatious smirk and he chuckled. “I’m just happy as long as I get to spend time with you.”

“The feeling’s mutual, sweetheart,” he drew your hand to his lips and pressed a tender kiss on your knuckles. “Okay, so what are we going to order?” You both pulled your hands away from each other and looked at your menus. “I’m thinking we get something different each and share, so we can at least try something new. We have to-” Before he could finish, his phone rang. He sighed then narrowed his eyes when he saw that it was his publicist, Susan. “Do you mind?” He asked and you shook your head, you both knew Susan didn’t call unless it was important.

“Hey Susan, could you make it quick? I’m just about to have-” He cut himself off, responding accordingly. “I’m not surprised. Yeah, Y/N and I left them with Sebastian and Margo for the day. She asked if she could post a picture on her Instagram and we said yes. Wait-” his brows furrowed. “What do you mean there’s more than one? The photos are circulating everywhere? It looks like- Okay, let me just- I’ll call you back.”

“There’s more than one photo circulating?”

“There are at least a dozen photos on Sebastian’s Instagram, documenting the day they’re having.”  He told you and you narrowed your eyes in confusion; Sebastian and Margo would never, and had never done anything to breach that trust you and Chris gave them when it came to your children. There was no way they would’ve posted more than the one photo you agreed to. “It’s not Seb and Margo who posted them.” He explained. “The photos look like they were taken by a child, the child being Lola.”

“Oh,” was all you could say before you both started to laugh. “Okay, well- we should probably call and give them a heads up. I’d say delete them, but they’re already circulating the web so there’s no point. Should we just-” you beckoned your thumb at the exit and Chris sighed, nodding. “We’ll grab some burgers on our way there.”


• • • • • • • •


You’d texted Margo instead of Sebastian because you had a feeling Lola was still using his phone from the photos being posted on his Instagram. As soon as Margo saw the text, she told Sebastian and he rushed out of the kitchen to look for Lola who was sitting on the couch happily taking selfies. He’d realized it was Margo’s mistake showing her how Instagram worked, but the selfie taking- she learned that from her mom.

“Sweetheart,” Sebastian walked over and Lola looked up, grinning. “Can I have my phone back?” He held out his hand and Lola pouted, hugging the phone to her chest. “Please?” She sighed and held it out for him to take. As you all suspected, Lola had been flooding Sebastian’s Instagram with photos. They were surprisingly good shots for a six year old, but it was definitely going to take a while for the internet to calm down. “Oh God,” he pressed his lips together, turning his wifi off altogether so he’d stop getting notifications.

“Did I do something wrong?”

“No, sweetheart. Not really,” Sebastian placed his phone down on the coffee table then sat down next to Lola. “You just posted photos you weren’t meant to post.” She looked confused and he chuckled softly, taking her hand in his. “Do you remember when Aunt Margo asked your mom and dad if she could post a photo of all of us on her Instagram?”

“Yeah,” she nodded. “Am I in trouble because I didn’t ask Mama and Daddy?”

“You’re not in trouble, but you should ask because you post anything online. Especially at this age, okay?” She still look confused so he gave her hand a gentle squeeze as he continued to explain, “you see, your mom and dad, and Aunt Margo and I- we’re all celebrities. People want to know what’s going on in our lives, but that doesn’t mean we have to share everything. Some moments are better off kept to ourselves, that’s how we keep the magic of the moment. Do you understand?”

“I think so.” She scrambled onto Sebastian’s lap and hugged him tightly. “I’m sorry, Uncle Sebba.” He smiled and hugged her back, kissing her head. “I didn’t mean to, I just thought because Aunt Margo did it- I should do it too. Are you mad at me?” Sebastian shook his head when she pulled away to look at him. “Will Mama and Daddy be mad at me?”

The doorbell rang and Sebastian winced, “we’ll just have to see. C'mon.” He popped her on her feet and took her hand, leading her to the front door where he knew you and Chris were waiting patiently on the other side. “That was my bad, I wasn’t watching my phone and-”

“You are a menace,” Chris teased Lola, scooping her into his arms. She giggled and hugged her dad, knowing from his tone she wasn’t in trouble. “I know when you become an actress you’re going to get lots of attention, but how about we keep you from that attention until then?”

“Okay, Daddy.”

“I’m sorry did you say ‘when’?” You raised a brow at Chris and Lola, who had the same sheepish look on their faces. “When did it become a 'when’? I thought we said we’re tabling it until she’s older, like- high school older.”

“Mmmm! I smell chocolate chip cookies,” Chris quickly changed the subject and hurried off with Lola. You scoffed and Sebastian tried not to laugh, beckoning you in with his head so he could close the door behind you. “Do you know who loves cookies?” You could hear Chris with your children and you smiled. “Cookie Monster, om nom nom nom.” He mimicked the popular Sesame Street character’s voice, making Jack and Lola howl with laughter.

“I married a kid,” you chuckled with a shake of your head.

“Funny,” Sebastian wrapped an arm around you and led you to the kitchen, “that’s what Margo says to me.”

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This is for my Negan’s Valentine’s Day Massacre challenge! Join in on the fun and post your works of love! 💞

Character: Negan

TV: The Walking Dead

Warnings: Dirty talk!

Photo/GIF credits go to the original maker/owner

Inspired by: @underratedcharactersimagines First Date with Negan Would Include.

He watched her from the door way, his arms folded across his chest. The sounds of his leather jacket creaking caught her attention.

She was currently bent at the waist, buckling the strap of her killer heels. She looked up at him through the mirror, a blush to her cheeks.

He grinned, his tounge sneaking out from his teeth, “Look at you doll! All decked out in a dress; never thought I’d see the fuckin’ day!”

She shook her head, standing and smoothing out a wrinkle in her dress, “Well, I wanted to look nice. It is a Valentine’s Day dinner.”

Shit; he couldn’t remember when the last time he celebrated Valentine’s Day. Lucille had passed before they could share it during her final year alive.

And now that the world had ended over two years ago, well, he just didn’t see the fuckin’ point.

Then he had wives only to have them sent away because of the woman standing in front of him.

There was something there, something that his other wives didn’t have… and goddamnit, he wanted to explore that.

Negan pushed off the door jam, walking over to Y/N. Wrapping an arm around her waist, he pulled her to him, twisting slightly from side to side as he slid his other hand into her hair.

“You do look nice, baby,” he ran his nose along her neck, making her shiver, “I could literally just eat you up.”

She giggled, holding on to his shoulders, “Negan,”

He growled, nibbling on her neck, making her laugh loudly.

“Have your bag packed?” He asked, against her neck.

She hummed softly, holding his head in place, “Yes.”

Patting her ass, he placed a kiss on her pulse, “Let’s get rollin’ then baby.”

He grabbed her bag, more than ready to get her alone.

“You still haven’t said where we’re going, Negan,” Y/N said, her heels clicking and clacking on the hardwood floor as she tried to keep up with his long strides.

He slowed, taking her hand and threading his fingers with hers, “It’s a surprise, babe, so quit asking.”

Taking her to the truck, he quickly was on the road, not wanting a fuckin’ thing to stop him.
°°°°°°
Every now and again, Negan would glance over at Y/N to see her staring out the window.

There wasn’t much to look at; the occasional Walker and desolate land. Her quietness unnerved him.

Taking his hand, he placed it on her knee, pulling her dress upward so he could get a peek of her thigh.

She looked over at him, smiling.

“How about I pull this truck over and we have some fuckin’ fun?”

Her laugh lifted his spirits, calmning his nerves.

“Nope, no way.” She said, stroking the top of his hand.

“Aww, c'mon Doll, why not?”

In prim and posh British accent she said, “Because I’m a lady, that’s why.”

They laughed, Y/N scooching over in the seat to rest against him.
°°°°°°
Pulling up to the gates of Alexandria, Y/N shot him a look.

“What?” He asked, his innocence failing miserably.

“Don’t be rude, Negan… please?” She asked, sticking out her bottom lip.

“Uhg, I hate it when you pull the doe eyed look, baby.”

The smile that took over her face told him that she knew she won.

He sighed, shuting the truck off and getting out, “Wait here.”

Rick opened the gate, looking pissed.

“Rick the Prick! How the hell are ya!?” Negan asked, his arms out stretched.

Rick stood there, hand on his belt and tapping his foot, “Very last house at the end of the cul-de-sac. Other two homes are vacant. You’ll have your privacy.”

“Now that’s what I like to hear!” Negan turned his attention to the truck.

Rick followed his gaze, then looked back to Negan.

With his fingers crossed, he leaned back slightly, “Maybe if I’m lucky, there’ll be some freaky deaky tonight!”

He laughed loudly, heading back to the car.

Rick moved out of the way, letting Negan drive through, then slammed the gate shut.

When Negan pulled up to the house, he heard Y/N gasp.

“Wow,” she breathed, getting out of the truck to stare at the two story home.

Negan’s nerves were getting the best of him again. Getting out of the truck, he kept twirling and jiggling the keys, watching Y/N’s reaction.

“Can we go inside?” She asked.

“Huh? Well shit, Darlin’! Sorry!” He took her hand, leading her up the porch and into the house.

“Holy smokes!” She gasped in awe, when they entered the house.

Negan shut the door and led her to a room that he knew for a fact she’d go nuts over.

“Negan, where-”

“Ah! None of that shit woman!” He scolded, opening the door that they were in front of.

He swept his hand into the room, “Ta da!”

Her mouth agape, she placed a hand over her heart, “It has a study!?”

Lined from wall to wall was a small library. She was forever fuckin’ reading, anything from romance books to medical texts.

“Think you’ll be alright in here while I get cleaned up?” Negan asked.

“Most definitely!”

He smiled, leaving her with her thoughts.
°°°°°°
As Negan looked in the mirror, he turned his head from side to side after his shower.

Yup, he was about to take the plunge. The shit that veen growing on his face was finally coming off. It was just a little surprise for Y/N.

After applying some shaving cream, he carefully used the straight razor, ridding his face of his beard.

Once it was all done, he stared at his reflection.

Goddamn it had been forever since he was beard free. He’d nearly forgotten what he looked like.

Negan dressed in a clean white tshirt and jeans, forgoing any socks or shoes.

Going down stairs to the kitchen, he began to cook Y/N’s favorite meal, Spaghetti.

He’d been cooking for about an hour when Y/N came into the kitchen, her nose in a book.

“Neg-ahhhhh!” She hollered, dropping the book.

Her hands cupped over her mouth as she rushed over to him, “What did you do!?” She asked.

“You don’t like it?” He asked her.

Closing his eyes at the feel of her warm fingers caressing his cheeks; he had to admit that it was giving him one hell of a stiffy.

“I love it… It’s different, but I love it,”

He smiled, the deepness of his dimples now more prominent.

“Gimmie a fuckin’ kiss baby,” he growled softly.

He noticed that her heels were off since she stood on her tiptoes.

Palming her ass with one hand and the other craddling her cheek, he lowered his head and kissed her.

She gasped as he moved his smooth lips over hers, no beard hair in sight to prick her fuckable mouth.

Her moan was deep and loud as he ran his tounge against hers.

She pulled back with an audible smack as their lips broke apart.

“Wow,” she breathed, her thumbs running over his dimples.

Negan licked his lips, wiggling his eyebrows, “Just wait until I eat you out, baby.”

He laughed as she blushed and dodged a smack from her hand.

Going to the stove, he stirred the homemade spaghetti sauce. Negan took the wooden spoon out, carefully tasting it.

“Hmmmm mmmm!” He moaned, bending at the knees.

“Wanna taste?” He asked, Y/N, holding the spoon up to her mouth.

He watched as her lips wrapped around the tip of the spoon and couldn’t help but to reach down and adjust himself.

Damn those lips and that mouth was going to be the death of him.

Her eyes closed as her tounge licked away the extra sauce, “Oh God!”

“Good huh?” He chuckled.

She nodded, “You have no idea. It’s been forever since I’ve had homemade spaghetti!”

“Now you see, baby? I know you so damn well!” He bragged, going back to the stove to drain the noodles.

“Yeah, you do.” She said, softly.
°°°°°°
As they sat at the table, Negan thought of other ways to let her know that she was it for him.

His good mood and banter had calmed a bit since they began eatting. He was lost in his own thoughts, a place he didn’t like going to very often.

Twirling some food on his fork, he jumped when he felt her foot tickle his ankle.

She giggled, happiness making her eyes light up.

He gently poked at her foot with his toes, laughing as she exclaimed that what he was doing was tickling her.

It was times like this that he was happy about sending away the other women and getting away from the Sanctuary.

He wanted to tell her how he really felt, but in a way, he believed he didn’t deserve it. After all the shit he put Lucille through? Hell, he couldn’t and wouldn’t blame Y/N if she wanted to take off.

Negan had moved his plate to the side, not in the mood to eat anymore.

Out of his peripheral, he saw her hand rest on his.

“I love you, Negan.” She said it so softly, he thought he had misheard.

He swallowed the lump in his throat; he could do this.

“Love you too, Y/N… have since the day you turned my life upside down.”

His brows bunched, realizing that that didn’t come out right, but she seemed to have understood.

Relief coursed through him as she smiled sweetly at him.

“C'mere baby.” He patted his lap.

She stood, going over to him and straddling his lap. Her dress had ridden up, revealing her pantie covered core.

Taking a handful of hair, he pulled her roughly to him, kissing her hard.

She responded well with the rough kiss, her head slightly bobbing with his as their lips and tounges moved with one another.

He gripped her ass, pulling her more into his lap. She rolled her hips, grinding against his erection.

“Jesus fuck, baby!” He panted as her lips sucked greedily on his neck.

Lightly tugging on her hair, he brought her mouth back to his, licking at her lips as he growled into the kiss.

Y/N placed her hands under his shirt, her nails slightly clawing at his hairy chest.

She whimpered, pulling back to gasp for air.

Craddling the back of her head, Negan kissed her ear, “I fuckin’ love the shit outta you Doll.”

His voice was deep, dropping the more turned on he became.

Taking his middle finger, ran it across the seam of her panties, “And this pussy? Baby, I’m goin’ fuck the hell out of this pussy. Everyone,” he bit down on her lobe, soothing the sting with his tounge, “and I mean everyone will know this pussy belongs to me.”

She tilted her head back, moaning, “Oh God,”

Negan took hold of her chin, making sure that she was looking into his eyes, “No baby, not God… Negan.”


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Summary: Reader is Bobby’s daughter, and gets captured by a group of demons and is tortured for information on the brothers, which doesn’t sit well with them. Especially Dean.

Warnings: Torture-ish, I didn’t get extremely vivid but it’s there 

Dean Winchester

If there was one thing you should never, ever do, it’d be to mess with the Winchesters or anyone they love.

Because one way or another, they’d come for you. But, if there was one person more protective than Sam or Dean, it’d be Bobby Singer’s daughter. She’d taken over the ‘mother’ role, in a sense, over the boys as they’d all grown up. Any time they boys were at their home, she’d made sure they were okay and fed, along with Bobby. She was their shoulder to cry on, one of the only people they felt comfortable crying too.

And along the way, she’d grown feelings for Dean.

So, when they’d taken her captive after she’d gone to the store for a supply run and demanded to know where they were, she endured the torture. She’d been there for god knows how long. Chained up, bloodied and beaten, dehydrated, half naked in only her bra and underwear, and starving, but she wouldn’t give the brothers up.

She knew they’d come for her. And if they weren’t in time she’d know she died protecting them, and she was okay with that.

“You know, if you just tell me where they are I can let you go.” The demon in charge of the whole ordeal spoke, arms crossed as he set his knife down. With the little energy she had left, she chuckled,“No, you won’t. You’d kill me right after I told you. O-or use me as leverage to get them.”

“Is that so?” He smirked. With a small nod,“So, you may as well just kill me now, because I’m not going to tell you where they are.” He walked closer to her, their faces only inches apart,“Yes, you will. Eventually.” Y/N glared, spitting on him, which she really shouldn’t have as he immediately back up and punched her in the face. She let out a groan as her head snapped to the side, blood pouring out of her mouth.

It was just another bruise to add to the others. She had cuts, burns, and bruises all over her body. He got to work once again, torturing her in ways she’d never seen or heard of. Her screams filled the abandoned warehouse as he sliced her skin with a sharp blade.

And all of a sudden, the door to the warehouse slammed open, and in came her saviors.

“Get away from her, you son of a bitch!”

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Pairing: Bucky x Reader
Warnings: Smut, cursing, unprotected sex, death
A/N: This is an interactive fanfic. In the end of this part you will find different options of how the story will proceed. Click the link with the decision you’d like to make! Choose wisely.
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“GET DOWN!” Bucky shouted at you and you ducked down so he could shoot the armed guy that was running toward the two of you. It was hard sometimes to understand Bucky when he had that mask on but most of the time you didn’t need words. You fought as a team for quite some time now.  

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