but i was watching the movies and i needed to gif his wonderful face

EXO (OT12) - Reaction to You Being A Foreigner Who Knows Their Native Language

Minseok:
When he was telling Jongdae what a beautiful woman you were when you were sitting a table away from them at a café he did not expect you to come up to him later with your number saying “You aren’t so bad yourself, handsome.” The shocked expression on his face amused you even more, “You mean you understood me?” You giggled, “Obviously, I learned the language before coming to live in a foreign country. Call me sometime, yeah?” You gave a wink and left him standing there speechless.

Luhan:                                                                                                                Luhan was walking around China when he decided to stop at a local street vendor for some food. When he was ordering, some girls recognized him and starting freaking out. “Can I just eat in peace for once.” You were standing behind him in line and said, “So you are why those girls are going crazy?” He turned expecting to see another native but instead noticed you were a foreigner. “Yeah,” He gave a sly smile, “I’m kind of famous.” You gave a look of amusement. “Anyways, why are you so damn good at Chinese?” You giggled, “I’m kind of a good study.”

Kris (Yifan):
While enjoying the nightlife that comes with living in California, Kris found himself in one of the many nightclubs. He received a phone call about a movie role in China and of course proceeded to speak in Mandarin. You being a bystander ended up hearing the conversation. “You are an actor?” You asked fluently in the language he just spoke. “Yeah I am,” he smiled then gave a confused look, “You speak Mandarin?” You smiled and started walking away, “Maybe we can speak more after dancing.” Kris gave a sly smile and followed you to the dance floor.

Junmyeon:
Waiting around at an airport can be quite annoying, it is even more annoying when your flight doesn’t leave when it is supposed to. A message rang out over the loudspeaker and you heard one of the men in the group of guys waiting for the same flight as you ask, “What did that just say?” in Korean. You responded out loud without thinking, “That the flight will be delayed until the storm stops.” He turned to you in response with a smile, “You speak Korean?” “Yeah,” you laughed, “I actually lived there for a few years when I was younger. Sorry to budge into your conversation.” He gave you a gracious smile, “No harm done, my name is Junmyeon. Care to talk a bit while we wait?”

Yixing:
Yixing looked up at the rollercoaster his friends were in line for and started mumbling how crazy they were to himself. “Not a fan of roller coasters either?” You asked casually in Chinese as you were waiting by the gates for your friends too. “More so of getting hurt,” he responded as he turned to face you. He had a confused look on his face to see that you were in fact not Chinese. “I did some studying abroad if that is what you were wondering,” you said with a smile. He nodded and gave a little laugh. “I am Zhang Yixing,” he said with one of his signature bows he did out of habit. “Y/N,” you said in response with a little bow of your own, “Ready to watch this horrifying sight together?” He smiled and you both turned back to watch the enormous metal contraption run its course.

Baekhyun:
Baekhyun and Chanyeol were walking around taking in the sights that New York City had to offer when they decided to make a bet and see if they could get a girl to say they were cuter than the other. Not expecting you to know their native language Baekhyun came up to you and gave a simple “Hello” in English. As you heard Chanyeol calling out words of encouragement in Korean you decided to respond with “Annyeong.” When he realized that you could speak in his own language he gave a giggle and a finger wave. “Do you mind playing along in helping me win a bet?” You smiled, “If I get your name first.” He gladly offered his name as you took his outreached hand and walked over to fool his friend.

Jongdae:
When your uncle asked if you could bartend for the night at his restaurant you were hardly enthused by the thought of creepy men flirting with you over the counter. However, when an attractive bunch of foreigners walked in things seemed to be looking up for you. You heard them chatting in Korean so you decided you use your multilingual skills to ask them what they wanted to order. One of the guys, who you noticed to be very muscular under his shirt, was automatically overjoyed and didn’t seem to care about ordering at the moment. “What else do you know?”

Chanyeol:
Chanyeol and the boys were at a party in Busan when he noticed you across the room. He assumed that you wouldn’t know enough Korean to hold a conversation so he ended up just staying where he was. However, when you walked over and started talking to him he couldn’t hide the smile that formed on his face. “You really know Korean!” he said after you two had been talking for a while. “How else would I be able to talk to such a handsome man,” you joked and he laughed.

Kyungsoo:
When they said there would be a new make-up artist he was surprised to see that you were a foreigner. As the boys introduced themselves one by one his shy smile broadened when you began a conversation with him. “Your Korean is really good,” he said reassuringly. “I try,” you said as you both laughed, “I could still use a little bit of teaching.” He perked up at the thought, “I could help you when I have free time.”

Tao:
Tao was browsing the men’s ware at a popular clothing store when you heard him asking his friend something about the color he should get in Chinese. “I would go with the red one,” you said, “it will make a statement.” Tao turned to you and the fashionista within him responded, “that is what I was thinking too.” Your skin tone was a dead giveaway that Chinese was not your native language. “Where did a pretty girl like you learn Chinese?”

Jongin:
When out in Seoul for the night walking his dogs he did not expect to talk to a foreigner. “They are so cute! May I pet them?” You said in fluent Korean. Taken aback it took him a moment before he smiled and said “Yeah, of course.” He grinned as he watched you interact with his kids. When you stood back up he offered for you to walk with him. “You can walk one if you’d like, I’d enjoy the company.” He was very interested in getting to know you.

Sehun:
Even when on tour this boy needs his bubble tea fix. When you offered to help him order after seeing that he was struggling a bit, he was surprised. After you ordered for yourself he ended up paying for your drink. “You really didn’t have to,” you said shyly. “It’s no big deal, besides I want to know how you speak Korean so well.” You sat with him and ended up joking around and talking for a while.


I tried to make each situation different. I hope you guys like it. :)

THE BEAST // MASTERLIST // REQUESTS CLOSED


Requests: could you do an imagine where the reader is in a beauty and the beast kind of situation and he won’t let them go until they heard that her family was in danger (cause of the Resistance) and he gives her the choice to leave, but they don’t really want to leave? thanks, i love your writing! + I don’t know how to do requests, but I feel like it’d be cool to have a sort of beauty & the beast au if that isn’t too cliche lol???? + Hey so I had this idea after watching the new Beauty & the Beast movie the other day. Ben is cursed by witch lady or Snoke or something and becomes Kylo Ren, essentially UNTIL reader shows up and he goes back to the Light side. Idk. I might sound stupid…

A/N: First things first, this took me like two weeks to do bc I had others to write and this was really long. Second of all, it follows both the animated and live action versions; the characters don’t turn into things, rather, force ghosts (you’ll see), also this is based on Alderaan and you can easily tell which character is who. Anyway, thank you for the requests to those anons! Enjoy!

Warning: Mention of death

Word Count: 10K+ (oops)


The castle that sat atop of a snow covered mountain in the planet of Alderaan was long forgotten–and unheard of. No one dared to enter the land of the cold, seeing as no one was truly aware of its existence with their lack of need to travel the mountains. But, the castle was not abandoned nor was it vacant. Inside lived many souls that had been cursed, one in particular being the most brooding of them all.

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Tom Holland Imagine: So Cute

Summary: You’re visiting Tom’s family for the first time and insist on buying them a bottle of wine so you don’t show up empty handed and Tom helps you pick what kind

A/N: I just really don’t know why Emma Stone and Ryan Gosling aren’t married… (also, sorry this is super short)

Warnings: none

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“Toooommmmm!” I whined for about the 500th time within the few minutes we had been in the store.

Tom rolled his eyes playfully again as he pulled me into his side. We continued to walk through the store as we scanned though all the different kinds of wine.

“How do you not know what your parents drink!?” I asked.

“Y/N, it’s really not a big deal. You already bought them both gifts and you didn’t even have to do that! Honestly, you don’t need to be doing this, love.”

“Yes I do! I can’t just not get them something!”

“But you already bought my mother a necklace and my father a tie! You’re fine!”

“Noooo! I need something else for both of them!”

Tom sighed and ran his fingers through his hair. I began to wonder off on my own when Tom’s phone rang. He answered it after he mouthed to me that it was his mother.

I scanned over all the different brands and flavors and ages. How the hell am I supposed to know which one they like!?

I trudged back over to Tom and tried to get his attention to ask his mother. Tom kept shaking me off and pointing to his phone.

“I know, Tom! I’m trying to get you to ask her about the wine!” I whispered.

Tom waved me off and turned away from me.

I huffed, angry from the lack of attention and playfully bit Tom’s shoulder. Tom smiled at me over his shoulder before he began to playfully act like he was being attacked. I giggled at his stupidity and walked away over to another set of wine bottles.

I heard Tom hang up the phone and walk over to me. I smiled as he wrapped his arms around my waist and snuggled his face into the crook of my neck.

“My mother said she likes just plain old red wine. Nothing special to it.” Tom said as he laid a kiss on my collar bone.

I grabbed the bottle off the wall and headed to the check out. I slapped my card on the table before Tom could even think about paying for it.

“Babe-”

“It’s my gift, Tom. Not yours.”

Tom held his hands up in surrender and backed away. I smiled and kissed his cheek as the cashier bagged the bottle of wine.

“Thank you.” I said to her.

I intertwined Tom and I’s fingers and walked to the doors. Just as Tom and I were about to leave, he heard his name being called.

Tom and I turned to see two girls smiling widely as they stood next to their parents. The girls looked at each other before they ran up to Tom and hugged him.

“Can we have a picture?”

“Of course.”

Tom took pictures with both of the girls, acting stupid and cute with both of them, clearly making their day.

I stood to the side and smiled at my boyfriend when I felt one of the girls tap my shoulder.

I turned to her and smiled kindly.

“Hi, Y/N. I know you probably hear this a lot but I just really think you’re beautiful. Tom’s really lucky to have a girlfriend like you.”

“No, I’m the one who’s lucky.” I said as I looked at the love of my life as he shot me a wink.

After the girls got their pictures, Tom and I headed to his parents’ house.

After we finished dinner with his parents, Tom and I headed up to his room to watch movies and cuddle.

As Tom watched Star Wars, I played on my phone and opened Twitter. I smiled as I saw the girls that we had met today had post the pictures the took with Tom.

Tom looked down when he felt me chuckle.

“What’s so funny, love?”

“Those girls from today. They took a video of us and made it into a gif.”

I held my phone up to Tom and saw him smile when he watched the gif of me biting Tom’s shoulder and then him acting like he was being attacked.

“Did you read the caption, darling?”

I pulled the phone back to my face and read what the girls had written.

“So we saw Tom and Y/N shopping for wine today and they were just honestly the cutest couple I’ve ever seen. Plus, they were total sweethearts when we asked for pictures. New #otp”

I smiled and leaned up to place a kiss on Tom’s smiling lips.

“I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

Tease - Enoch O'Connor imagine - request 

request: Omg can you do a teasing Enoch headcanon? Or a slightly dirty one? You don’t have to if you don’t want to of course but I’m just curious 😂

YES!!!!!!!

a/n: this is the storyline/thing i thought of so here it goes ehfjhfgu i hope you like it. i tried to make it dirty or whatever you call it, but idk if it worked ://// and i’m going to sleep now bye :) hope you liek disss



“y/n, do you want to play ball with us?” millard called out. i turned around, my skirt whirling around me along with my hair.

“uh… what kind? like football or…?” i ask.

“yeah, like football.” hugh replied. “i mean, if your skirt won’t bother you.”

i paused. my skirt. i shouldn’t play football while wearing a skirt that only reached a little over my mid thigh. but i’m too lazy to go change. i really want to spend time with my semi-new friends.

ugh, let’s just not care and not jump too much. not like anyone ever pays attention to me wearing skirts. i’ll play.

“yes, sure.” i said after thinking through it. “my skirt absolutely won’t be a bother, don’t worry.”

i walked through the garden with hugh and millard and horace - who was supposedly the judge or something. we divided into two teams, but mine needed one more person. since enoch - my grumpy best friend - didn’t want to, i took bronwyn.

enoch sat under a tree while we played, he said he’d help horace with judging (a/n: lol i hate how this sounds but sfhsjdfhsdjf dying) - i didn’t think there would be needed any help.

we played a few rounds, me and bronwyn won three times while hugh and millard won two times. it was fun, playing with them. hugh cheated a few times, but it didn’t change much in the scores. all the while, i was just being a sore loser at football - i couldn’t play at all, i’m horrible at football.

i fell over, tumbled and there were only two times out of a possible infinity of my skirt flying only slightly up. but luckily, nobody saw that from behind, and we only laughed it off with the others. all except for enoch, who held an even more serious look on his face - if that was possible. he was always deadly serious and annoyed.

“i can’t anymore, sorry boys.” i said, holding my stomach as i tried to catch my breath from all the running and kicking.

“please y/n, just one more round!” millard whined, hugh joining after,

“i really can’t.” i said, shaking my head with a tired smile. “i’m going inside to rest a little.” i spoke and turned around to go to the house. after a few steps, i heard enoch say:

“i’ll come, too.” in a rushed voice. i looked around my shoulder and he was already catching up with me. i looked at him with furrowed eyebrows. “i need to talk to you. in my room. alone.” he said, taking my arm in a slightly firm grip.

“okay…” i said.

with enoch holding my arm, we walked into the house and walked up the stairs to his room, which basically was also mine. for i spent the half of my time in there, with him.

enoch pulled me inside, shut the door and pushed me up against it. “what do you think you were doing back there?” he growled with his face so close to mine i could hear his breath on my nose.

i furrowed my eyebrows at his question. “what?”

enoch did his iconic groan and pushed me harder against the door, earning a soft yelp from me. one of his hand was on my hip. what was happening!!

“playing the game, with your skirt flying around.” enoch said. oh, SHIT! “couldn’t take my eyes off of you. and it felt so annoying to just watch you, knowing there were so many more things i could do.”

“w-what things?” i stuttered. he was really giving me major confusion right now, what was he talking about?! “what do you mean? i don’t understand what’s going.”

he chuckled, looking away. after a short moment, his eyes locked with mine again. “how can you be so clueless about your own behaviour? you were teasing me, y/n. and i do not like that.”

“teasing?” i repeated.

“oh, for bird’s sake.” he rolled his eyes.

“uh… what are you going to do about it?” i asked, ignoring his comment. enoch grinned.

his hand traced up my side, giving me ultimate shivers all over my body. this touch felt so surreal, unknown. nobody had ever held me like this. his eyes were intently watching mine as i was looking back into his orbs, waiting for something to happen.

enoch’s eyes diverted from mine when he lowered his head and slowly put his lips on mine. when our lips met, it felt hungry, lustful, dangerous? was he kissing me? is this what kissing felt like? why was he doing this? we’re best friends!

oh, but it felt so wonderful. it was my first time… doing this, i didn’t even know what to do.

enoch pulled back and looked at me watching him. why did he do that?! that felt so… yes!!!

his eyes held regret and disappointment. oh, no, no.

i put my arms around his neck, hesitantly, and pulled him closer before he could go anywhere.

“c-could you… do that… again, please?” i asked quietly. enoch’s facial expression immediately changed and he grinned. instead of answering, he dove down and connected our lips again.

bliss, utter bliss.

i would have never imagined us kissing, but this - i bet - was better than any fantasy.

i gained my courage and finally kissed him back. he smiled into the kiss and pulled me closer by my hips. and then his hand slipped down to my bum, giving it a light squeeze, as if not to scare me off or something. i gasped and it gave the perfect opportunity for him to kiss me deeper - and with tongue.

wow. where did he learn this? how was enoch such a professional? maybe he wasn’t a professional, but to me he absolutely seemed like one.

his lips then disconnected with mine, making a whine come past my lips. but he moved down to my neck to pepper that with kisses. his lips were looking for something and after a few seconds i think he found it. he kissed a spot on my neck and that made me shiver and release a small whine that sounded a little like something else.

“have you any idea what you’re doing to me?” enoch groggily said, looking me into the eyes. i smiled.

what was he doing to me? he was making me feel every type of way, my my…

“can you show me?” i suggested. enoch’s face did an emotional flip and he nodded. his lips then kissed mine again and i kissed back, showing him i felt what he did, whatever it was.

that day totally changed my world.

A Little Too Late Part 14

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Title: A Little Too Late Part 14

Characters: Gabriel x Reader, Castiel, Balthazar, Sam, Dean

Word Count: 1,276

Warnings: angst and fluff

A/N: I hope you are all ready for this next part! Things are just getting interesting! I think I’ll be doing something SPECIAL for thanksgiving. So STAY TUNED! Or get excited?? Either way it’s gonna be great!

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You parked your car just outside the bunker.  It was late in the evening now.  You climbed out of your car, patting the hood of your car.  “It’s been so long since I’ve had my car,” you mumbled.  “It feels good to have my car back.”

Dean quickly strolled up to you and your car, Sam, Balthazar, and Castiel trailing behind him.  Dean leaned against your car, facing you.  “So [Y/N], you wanna let me take her for a spin,” Dean smirked.

“Actually how about you put it in the garage, we need to do a cavity search on my car,” you joked.  You saw the pleading look mixed with excitement on Dean’s face.  You sighed, handing Dean the keys to your car.  “It better be in the garage in twenty minutes, or so help me Dean Winchester,” you grumbled.  You quickly opened the trunk, tossing your bag at Gabriel.  “And no digging around in my car either,” you shouted at Dean.

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[SUMMARY: Negans relationship with his daughters bestfriend hits another bump when she thinks he’s cheating. Their relationship becomes more of a challenge to hide from Ana.]

Smut/Fluff little bit of Jealous Negan

Negan and Audrey PART FOUR.

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Heal - Enoch O'Connor imagine - request - part 1

request: Have you ever done a writing about Enoch were there’s someone new in the loop and they have the same peculiarity as him but with slight differences and he’s a little curious about them but he end up liking the person? (You needed some ideas so he I am! ring me up)

a/n: here it is! i like it, i am proud of it and i hope you like this, too. i will be doing part 2 ayeyayeyayeayeeeee


y/n was still dazed by everything around her, she asked for her room and privacy. miss peregrine led her up the stairs, her room was across the hall from a door that was a paler white than all the others. y/n furrowed her eyebrows at the weird door, but got into her room and closed the door after her.

she sighed. the room was spacious. there were empty shelves, a desk, a bed and a closet. there was also a large window with a wide-enough windowsill to sit on from which the bright summer sun light shone down from.

y/n placed her suitcases down on the floor and sat on the bed with flowered covers. this was all a new start for her, a new life. new people, new things happening, new secrets, anything new.

she had been asking for something like this, but did she want it now? she didn’t know. god, she needed to go back, get out of here.

but mother had said this is the safest place there will be. i wonder - what did she mean by that?

there was a knock on y/n’s door. she sighed again. “come in.” she called out.

the door was hesitantly opened by a teenage boy with dark hair. he partly came into y/n’s eyesight. he also had dark eyes, but his skin was pale as paper. his face held a gloomy grimace, the one that makes you feel sorry for the person even if you don’t know the reason.

y/n stretched her dress out and looked at the boy. “hi.” she said with a sigh.

“hullo.” he said. “i, uh-i’m enoch.” he introduced himself. “you must be y/n.”

“yes, that’s me.” y/n said.

“n-nice to meet you.” enoch said. “i heard that you, uh… that our ‘peculiarities’ are very similar.”

“oh.” y/n said. “who did you hear that from?”

“miss peregrine, of course. she knows everything.”

y/n opened her mouth to ask how did the lady of the house know everything, but then left that question for later. she had a tiny bit more important one on her mind.

“how much exactly are our… powers different?” y/n asked enoch.

“well… miss peregrine didn’t tell me what you can do.” enoch stated. “but i can take one’s life and give it to another.”

“oh.” y/n’s eyebrows raised. that’s a creepy… peculiarity or something. “so you can make… the dead alive again?”

“you could call it that, sure.” enoch grinned a little. “but what can you do?”

“i can…” y/n sighed. she had never told anyone about her power this directly. “i can heal anything, anyone, if i want to.”

“how exactly?” enoch squinted his eyes as if to see and know more about y/n.

“with my… hands.” she furrowed her eyebrows.

“can you show me?”

“is there anyone hurt?”

“hold on.” enoch said and went out of the room. where was he off to? he returned a few minutes after with a bird in his hands. “here.”

enoch walked over to y/n and stood before her while giving her the bird. when it landed in her hands, she saw its wing was broken. her face saddened.

enoch sat next to y/n on the bed, a little too closely for y/n if she would notice, and looked at her. she examined the bird and then took it closer to her face.

y/n held the broken wing between her fingers and closed her eyes. she placed a kiss on the bird’s head, her eyebrows furrowed in concentration. a few seconds passed with y/n healing the bird and enoch intently and curiously watching her.

y/n took the bird away from her and brought it before her enoch, a little further up in the air. the bird shook its head and swung up into the air. it was flying again.

y/n smiled and looked over at enoch. “that’s how i do it.” she was proud and it left enoch still curious, but also amazed.

“that’s… amazing.” he said. y/n blushed a little.

“thanks.” she said.

enoch cleared his throat as the tension between them became awkward. “anyways, there’s dinner in a few minutes. we have to go. miss peregrine doesn’t like anyone being late.”

y/n watched as the bird flew out of the window and then looked back at enoch. “yes, of course.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“That’s not-”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“And I love you too, Giggles.”

Assassin.

A/N: Soooo, I did a thing. I just finished reading American Assassin(Dylan’s potential new movie) and I was inspired. I know this is a little different then the norm. But I promise it’ll be worth it. Also, I want to put in a

WARNING: (which I don’t do usually, but need to for this particular imagine): This implies gun use and blood, and also talks about terrorist and mistreatment of women. I wouldn’t recommend this if you are easily triggered. Again, this is based off the book American Assassin, and all that is what the book involves. And my usual warning, I have proof read this BUT it is late so it’s not perfectly perfect. I’m going to try to have workspace up by Tuesday, before anyone asks. (: So with that said, love ya babes.

He sat in the very back corner booth of the diner, holding his white porcelain coffee mug with one hand as he gazed out of the large window that over looked the bustling street outside. He’s been there most of the morning, just sitting, drinking, and gazing. Terry was attentive to him, refilling his coffee every so often without him asking. He acknowledged her with a polite nod of his head and perfunctory smile. It was obvious that he was American. Although he’d gone to great lengths to appear otherwise. His skin was tanned, not from a tanning bed but more from being somewhere that saw a lot of sun. Like Africa or here, in the Middle East. His hair was a faded black, revealing that it wasn’t his natural colour. He was handsome, very handsome now that I looked at him longer. His eyes stood out against his tawny complexion. Even from behind the bar style counter where I stood cleaning, I could see them. They were a warm yellowish brown, an unusual colour. One that I’ve definitely never seen before. He took another sip of coffee without looking away from the window. I watched him until he set the mug back down on the dark wood table. I stretched my neck across the counter to get a better view of the window. I couldn’t see anything worth looking at. There were merchants outside selling goods, and tiny cars driving along dirt ridden roads. But nothing else that warranted such attention.

Bing!

“Order up!” Marvin sang from the kitchen as he slid a plate of eggs and bacon through the serving window.

“Where’s it going, Marv?” I asked, grabbing the plate and balancing on my hand.

“Uhh, table…three.” He read off the receipt he’d just pulled from the few others that hung on his side of the window.

Table three? That was the mystery man. I never saw Terry take his order.

“Table three?” I questioned looking over my shoulder at the man who still hadn’t moved.

Marv nodded absentmindedly as he flipped a burger on the flattop.

“But I don’t know if he-”

“Look girl, he’s been sittin’ there for five hours with nothin’ but coffee ta drink. The kid could use a meal.” His accent was thick as he spoke. It was a strange sound hearing a Turkish man feign a southern American accent.

I asked no more questions as I headed over to the mysterious stranger in his back corner. As I came closer to him, I noticed his slight muscular build. He was wearing a short sleeve olive green v-neck that accentuated his muscly arms and was tight around his pectorals. He couldn’t have been more than twenty two or twenty three, but he looked more aged then that. Especially with his facial hair. He had a landscaped scruff that didn’t quite qualify as a beard. Again, I admired how handsome he was: all tan, muscles, and peculiar.

I made it to the table and set down the plate the glass hitting the hard wood with a knock.

“Bacon and eggs.” I announced triumphantly with a smile.

“I didn’t order that.” He said curtly, his eyes never leaving the glass plane.

“Oh, I-I know. I, um, well Marv told me to-”

“Thanks.” He interrupted my stumbling with same shortness of his tone.

Jeez, what a jerk! I thought to myself.

“Okay?” I frowned and turned to walk away.

Americans! They’re so rude. Which is why I left the place. I hadn’t meant to end up in Turkey, more specifically Istanbul, it just happened. My father had spent most of his adult life in the military, so I was no stranger to packing up a leaving at a drop of a hat. We lived in Istanbul for about three weeks before we moved to England. But I never forgot this place. It was rustic and old, but rich with history. In school you learn about the wonders of Paris and Rome. Somehow, though, we are deprived of places like Budapest and Istanbul.

I rounded the corner of the bar reentering it and grabbed the towel I was once using to clean the counter. I ducked under to grab a bottle filled with soap and water. When I reemerged, I snuck a quick glance at the rude stranger. Terry was refilling his cup once again but as I exited the bar to clean empty tables, I noticed her lingering. I tried not to stare, failing miserably. She was there for a few seconds longer before leaving, stuffing two or three fifty dollar bills in her apron a smile adorning her face. She walked past me raising her eyebrows at me, and I knew that meant she’d tell me later.

I shook my head and smiled at the older women. She always got the best tips, but never that much. Was this stranger some sort of millionaire? I dared another glance at the man. This time I could see him without hindrance, but strangely his eyes were fixed in my direction. It was surprising and unsettling. Meer minutes before that guy was dismissing me, now his eyes were trained on me. Assessing me. He was still too far to see exactly what he was looking at in regards to me, but before I could act his head whipped back to the window. He examined the outside for a whole second, leaned in closer, and finally seeing what he’d been looking for all morning. He scooted from his booth and exited the diner, the little bell above the door ringing as he did. I walked to the window quickly after him to see what he’d seen, but nothing looks different. Same street merchants, same little cars. I search for the mysterious man, but he was gone. I couldn’t help feel a pang of sadness in my gut. He was handsome and young, two things we didn’t get in this tiny diner very often. Hell, in Istanbul even. I sighed, scolding myself for not having more game or sense for that matter.

I moved from the window to his table clearing it of its remains, when I noticed a small piece of paper folded underneath his plate of untouched bacon and eggs. I unfolded it and read the scribbled handwriting:

The boundaries which divide Life from Death are at best shadowy and vague. Who shall say where the one ends, and where the other begins?

I reread the note a couple more times. I was familiar with the Edgar Allen Poe quote, but I couldn’t understand the significance of this particular quote. This man was mysterious. I turned the note over to the back. On it was an address,

Suada, Galatasaray Adası, Kuruçeşme

Suada was a popular night club in Istanbul. It was the Paris of night clubs. Very prominent people attended this club. The rich, the powerful, and the dangerous. I’d gone often here with friends but they usually left with some of said rich, powerful, dangerous men. I wasn’t as easy though. That lifestyle did not appeal to me. Suada did have the best music in the city it just so happens. Which is the only reason I’ve continued to go back.

I looked over my shoulder and out the window once again. Maybe he’d be there. Maybe I could have another chance at talking to him.

“Here.” Terry said making me jump. I whirled my head to her and she had a fifty dollar bill in her hand extended toward me. I met her eyes with confusion ridden on my face.

“That guy told me to give this to you.” She smirked with a shrug.

“But I barely helped him.”

She shook her head at me. “He told me specifically to give this to you. Said that you were very kind to him.”

What the fuck?

I took the bill from her, baffled.

Terry walked away, a noticeable spring in her step. I turned my attention back to the fifty crumbled in my hand. I had a friend once that used to have this saying, ‘Twice is coincidence, three times is a pattern.“ That saying resonated with me.

1. Him staring
2.His note he left with the address
3. The fifty dollar bill

I might just be imagining it, but those seemed a lot like reasons to go tonight. It was a pattern directing me to him. I rolled my eyes at the thought. There’s no way this hot guy, who could have anyone mind you, would be so cryptic in asking me out on a date. But, as I thought more about it I decided it couldn’t hurt just to see, right?

And then my mind was made,

I would go to Suada tonight.


Per usual, the place was crowed. Along the walls were boothed seating areas where the rich and powerful set up for the night. They were mostly very big hairy Turkish and Islamic men with skinny desperate girls in too small dresses on either side of them. The middle of all that was the dance floor, where people like me populated. There was a large bar upstairs, that could be seen from down below. It was a dimly lit place with occasional wall lighting but mostly strobe lights and dancing coloured lights.

I spotted him upstairs from where I stood on the dance floor, leaning against railing surrounding the bar. He was wearing a leather jacket with a black shirt underneath and dark wash jeans. His hair was styled in a messy way, which actually made him look a lot more put together then he did earlier. I saw a drink in his hand with a clear liquid, but I had an inkling there wasn’t alcohol in the glass. I pushed my way through the hot and compact sea of bodies to the stairs just off the left. I climbed up my heels clanking against the metal incline. He was still in the same position as I approached him. I stood next to him, also leaning against the cool steel of the rails supporting myself on my forearms.

“Fancy seeing you here.” He said before taking another swig from his glass.

I smiled. “I found so many reasons to come.”

“You don’t say?” He replied sardonically.

I looked over at him and saw a ghost of a smile on his lips that he tried to hide with another tip of his drink. Like before in the diner, his eyes were trained on something. It looked as if he was looking at the dancers below but his expression told otherwise. He was focused and systematic, eyebrows furrowed.

“You look good.” He said still not looking at me.

I blushed knowing he wouldn’t really notice, but was determined to answer back wittily.

“Some hotshot tipped my fifty bucks today, so I thought I’d put it to good use.”

The mystery man laughed. A hearty genuine laugh, making me smile again.

“What’s your name?” I asked finally.

For some reason, this caught his attention and he turned his head to me, brows knitted together. He looked at me as if considering something then discarded the thought.

“Dan.” He said without hesitation, and I almost believed him. But something in the flatness of the tone and the obvious non-attachment to the name told me he was lying.

“Well Dan,” I started, my tone letting him know I did not for a second think that was actually his name. “Wanna dance?”

“I don’t really dance.” He said coolly, directing his attention back to the dance floor.

I was starting to get the impression I may have misinterpreted the so called messaged is thought he’d left for me. I mean the address told me he was most likely going to be here and the rest is just made up in my head. I took a long gaze at him wanting him to break the uncomfortable tension that was building up between us. When he didn’t, I took that as the signal to go. Embarrassed couldn’t begin to describe how I felt at that moment and not want to bother ‘Dan’ any longer, I turned and headed for the bar to load up on the drinks I would undoubtedly need to drown how mortified I actually was.


I’m rocking my hips to the beat,

left

right

left

right.

I can’t remember how I got here or for how long. I’m only aware of the thudding rhythm moving my body. My head feels heavy, and there’s only swirling faces around me twisting and meshing into each other. Suddenly though, I feel two big meaty hands on my waist. They move up and down, and then around to my backside. They seem to be one with my body at first, because I don’t notice them. They are an extension of myself. But I begin to remember where my own hands are and that the ones now gliding slowly to my breast, aren’t the ones connected to my wrists. I screw up my face in confusion watching the hands almost touch the underneath of my bosom, until I stop them. Clumsily, I turn around to see a man about my height with dark eyes and a crooked nose smiling at me. His long black beard matched his slick back hair, and he smelled of liquor, smoke, and obnoxious cologne. He says my name, but my drunken haze makes me unable to place him.

“It’s me,” he slurs. “Au Bu.”

I recall the name now. He’s a soldier with a Islamic terrorist ring. Something very common in here in Istanbul. He’s one of the higher ups. He’s always here at Suada, feeling up all the pretty girl. He waves money and expensive bottles of alcohol at them and they cave to his every whim. He’s tried on several accounts to sway me, but has always been unsuccessful.

Tonight is a very rare occasion where I’ve allowed myself, due to being an emotional girl, to become grossly inebriated. To my misfortune, it hasn’t gone unnoticed.

“Au Bu?” I copy, pretending not to recognise him. He’s stronger than me, and his hands have freed themselves from my grip and are wandering once again.

“Oh come now. You know who I am.” He says cockily.

I try but am unable to stop his hands.

“S-stop.” I stutter and my fear is sobering.

“Now now. You’ve denied me so many times. I think it’s time to change your mind.” One hand grazes my breasts before it races to my neck and clutches it tightly. My hands instantly reach up to claw at the hand around my throat. I’m coughing and gaging and my vision is darkening at the edges. You’d think in a crowded club, that someone might notice a girl being chocked unconscious by a big burly man. But in this town, woman that are not married are equal to dogs. Treated however, whomever sees fit. My lungs burn from lack of air, and I think I might pass out until suddenly I meet the ground, hitting it hard. My vision is just gradually becoming less cloudy. There’s a ringing in my ears that I hadn’t noticed before, but it’s fading. In my returning sight, I can see a swarm of people all heading for the door. A few people remain though all facing me. One of them is Au Bu, and he’s holding a long shiny object in his hands. I don’t understand what they’re doing or what they have pointed at me Then I squint, because I see a few steps in front of me are a set of legs. They are covered by dark jeans but I can see how lean they are despite being covered.

What happens next happens fast. Three bodies hit the floor, what I think is simultaneously but after a forethought I realize they were one right after the other. But they were hit quick, so quick it seemed to happening all at once. A dark liquid spills out from various points in each of their bodies. My head is screaming at me to move, to run. But I’m drunk and still recovering from being almost chocked out. I’m weak. My mind can not comprehend what’s happening or what it is I’m seeing. It yearns for rest and my eye lids are becoming heavy. The pair of legs in front of me are turning, now facing me. My stomach lurches, afraid I may receive the same fate as Au Bu and the other men. Warm hands curl under me and pull me up into strong arms. One is around my back and the other under my legs. I lazily wrap my arms around the neck of the stranger and nuzzle into their chest. It’s hard, but not uncomfortable. I inhale and smell cigarettes and mint. A tell tale sign of a smoker covering up the fact they smoke. I don’t recognise the smell, so I’m sure I don’t know this person. I can tell we’ve started walking because I can feel the slight bounce of my body with each step. I want to see my rescuer, to be sure he is in fact rescuing me. My sight is still blurry but some how through it, I can see a warm yellowish brown pair of eyes. It’s a very unusual colour. But one I’ve seen before.

Crowley’s Christmas Wish

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Title: Crowley’s Christmas Wish

Pairing: Crowley x Reader

Word Count: 819

Warnings: Fluff!

A/N: This was requested by @emilyymichelle from my Christmas drabble list! I hope this is okay and I hope everyone loves it! This is my first attempt at a Crowley fic! Feedback is welcomed and appreciated!

Christmas wasn’t going as planned here in the bunker.  You needed to get out and take a breather.  Sam and Dean were arguing about not having enough coffee.  Then they argued about what Christmas movie to watch when you proposed the idea.  You walked away from them in the middle of their quarrel, but they didn’t notice.

You grabbed your jacket, walking up the bunker stairs.  You made sure you had your hat, gloves, scarf, and most importantly your gun and your phone.  As a hunter you never know when you’ll need to protect yourself.  As you walked down the road, you checked your phone for any texts.

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**starting from where the fluff left off**

Kyungsoo smiles at you and gives you a quick wink a warm pink rising to your cheeks. You guys finish the school day and decide to go back to your house to watch movies again as a little date for your new found relationship. Your mom yells happily seeing the 2 of you walk in hand in hand “Y/N honey. me and your father were betting on this happening and ya know a mother knows best so of course the obvious winner was me.” her eyes gleaming happily as she walked passed you guys. “Well. I’m uhhh… I’m gonna go out me and your father will go see a movie or something and maybe go out to eat go to a bar… well just be gone for most of the night. you know 2 young teenage kids in their prime need their privacy.” You scream at your mom your face on fire. You let go of kyungsoo’s hand to go playfully push your mom when Kyungsoo wraps his hand around your waist and pulls you to his chest “Thank you so much ms.L/N well be good though were going to take things slow.” Your mom rolls her eyes as she walks through the door. You too yourself from his arms and throw yourself on the couch feeling as if you just might die from embarrassment.

Kyungsoo walks over to your movies and puts on Stay Alive a movie neither of you could fully get into watching wholeheartedly. You picked at your fingernails as the movie plays on shaking your leg impatiently, you lay out a deep breath due to your extreme bordem. He looks at you pulling you onto his lap facing him where your practically straddling his thigh. “What’s wrong y/n?” you look at him and do a fake pout “I’M BOREDDDD. I DON’T WANNA WATCH THIS” you pucker your bottom lip out playfully. Kyungsoo gives you a warm smile and opens his mouth to begin to say something when he feels his phone start to vibrate in his pocket he looks down to reach to grab it when A small airey gasp escapes from your lip causing his eyes to flick up towards your face. His phone continues to Viberate in his pocket as he watches you sit there moans pouring from behind your soft lips. You feel something twitch beneath your thigh your cheeks flushing. The vibrating stops. “Y/N? … did you like that?..” he whispers in a gruff voice. You hide your face in his shoulder and nod softly, you feel something twitch beneath your thigh again. He pulls his phone out of his pocket and slides it down the front of your pants pressing it softly against your sensitive nub messing with it causing his phone to vibrate once quickly to see how you’d react. You moan into his neck softly feeling yourself start to soak though the pants praying he doesn’t feel it against his.

You pull your head up to look at him when he gets another call. He watches your face intently as you sing out soft little moans instinctively grinding softly against his thigh once before you stop yourself opting to dig your nails into his shoulder instead. You feel something harden under your thigh before you register what it was. You cry out softly feeling the outline against your leg, wishing that he would just move against you to cause some friction to your needing hot core. His eyes darken as he brings his bottom lip generally between his teeth. He pulls his phone out and tosses it to the side quickly replacing it with the tips of his fingers. He leans into your neck kissing trailing his fingers down your slit to your dripping center and biting softly before looking up at you his eyes searching for any sign that he could continue. You grind forward just enough that he could feel how wet you are. He throws his head back groaning. “Fuck me… Y/n… you’re so wet.. but I told your mom we’d take it so…. fuck why did i say that.” He dips his hand lower one finger easily slipping into you he pumps his finger a few times before he used his free hand to Palm himself. You lick your lips watching as he feels himself while his one finger makes you feel as if your on cloud 9. You pull away and take off your pants and underwear before sitting yourself back on his hand.

He dips 2 fingers in as you begin to ride his strong hand you cry out softly not getting enough to fill you. He gently slips in a third watching as your head falls back exposing your soft throat. He frees his hard member from beneath your thigh and his pants pulling it out to pump himself as he fingers work magic inside you. You make a small whimpering sound seeing his hard member be worked in his strong hand, you feel yourself dripping down his fingers at the sight of what you wanted to fill you exactly how you needed to be filled. His phone starts to vibrate off to the side if you 2. he stops piling himself to answer the phone as he mercilessly fucks you with his fingers.
“Oh? Hey Yixing. What’s up? No thing just hanging out. Nothing really to important. What about you?” He hold on a small conversation as he takes his thumb and rubs small rough circles against your clit. You moan put his name kind loudly as his eyes flicker to you as if telling you be quiet. You sit there angry but unable to show it by the wonderful feeling happening inside your womanhood.

You pull away from him as he looks as you confused. You take a blanket covering his eyes “Oh?Y/N? Yea she’s good I think she’s kinda busy right now though” He says continuing on with your conversation ignoring you. You gentally start pumping him causing his breath to hitch in his throat. He tries pulling the blanket away to watch the show going on before him of you pumping him. You hold the blanket over his eyes as he continues on his his conversation not giving away the truth unfolding at the moment. You climb on top of him straddling him leaning close to his free ear “Do you want me?” He nods his head hopefully. You smile biting his earlobe sliding yourself down onto his hard member. “FUCK-” He exclaims loudly with a loud gasp. “Its not-nothing just stubbed my toe.” You smile and begin to ride him gently quiet moans pouring from his mouth as you lean close to his ear and purr softly “kyungsoo why don’t we take things slow after this. I really need you right now…. please…. fuck me” He throws his phone to the side not even checking if he hung up. He pushes you down onto your back and drills into you making you scream his name. He goes hard pounding into you as you feel a knot start to form in your stomach. He lifts up your leg throwing it over shoulder reaching deep into you. You scream out his name as he hits that special spot. He grunts and pounds continuously at that spot his thrusts to get quick and sloppy as his name is practically sung from your mouth “Y/N. cum for me baby let me feel you drip down my cock.” He thrusts once with a deep passion sending you over the edge. You pour all over his cock panting his name as you ride out your high. He quickly follows behind you pulling out quickly to release all over your shirt.

a small smile plays across his lips “I’m sorry…. about your shirt I mean” You let out a small laugh “It’s ok I like it. I feel like it kinda marks me as yours ina gross way.” He raises a brow “Kinda? how Kinda?” you look down and show him your exposed neck tapping it softly “here.” He quickly understood latching himself onto your neck leaving a soft red mark. “Ok now everyone will know I’m yours.” You smile placing your hand on the tender spot.

•• the next day••
You and Kyungsoo show up to school seeing Yixing as you walk through the doors. He looks at you but quickly adverts his eyes. You look at him puzzled when you notice his face a deep shade of red. “What’s wrong Lay?” He looks at you embarrassed before yelling out “I HEARD YOU TO FUCK COME ON. KYUNGSOO AT LEAST HANG UP NEXT TIME” He walks away his face aflame as you and kyungsoo erupt in laughter. “But at least he heard something that probably made him horny too… I mean your moans and purrs y/N. they are sexy. m” you laugh before walking ahead unable to wait for next time

The Secret Life of Murphy MacManus – Part 1

Summery~ Murphy MacManus notices you at the bar of McGinty’s and promises himself that he will look after you when he sees a man taking your photo. Without telling you who he is, without telling Conner about you, Murphy goes on to live two completely different lives–that is until they have to merge in order to save you.

  • Fandom; Boondock Saints
  • Murphy MacManus x Reader
  • 1129 Words
  • Warnings: It’s a Boondock Saints story, prepare for cursing and violence

The dark haired man picks up his last cigarette and slips it between his teeth. You had been watching him all night, almost stalking the man. He was interesting, the way he moves and the way he spoke, almost like an overgrown kid.

“Another one, l-l-l-lass?” Doc sputters as he brings over the bottle you were still drinking on. You spent most of your night at the bar, drinking away at the whiskey Doc continues to pour in your glass. Once or twice you accepted a cigarette off a stranger trying to take that empty stool beside you, but you weren’t looking for that.

“Sure,” you smile at the old man, thanking him once your glass was full again. He was always so kind to you. You knew you could ask him for anything and he would be there for you, though you only knew each other through your father’s business, which you still had no knowledge of.

“D-d-drink up.” He chuckles and walks away, limping over to the two men who must have been brothers. The dark haired one sat up in his booth to let the man slip in beside them.

It wasn’t as if you were looking for a hookup, because you weren’t, but this man was insanely attractive and you felt your heart race any time he would glance your way, never really seeing you. Or if he was, he was very unattracted to you and you didn’t want to deal with that humiliation. It was bad enough you were watching him, wondering what he may do next.

You sneak another glance at him. His eyes are piercing into you. Bright blues connecting with your eyes from across the bar. It’s hard to tell for a second, but his head tilts ever so slowly to the side as he sets his elbow on the table, taking a drag from his cigarette and letting the smoke pour out of his lips like a fountain. The corner of his mouth twitches up.

Heat rises to your cheeks and you turn away, drinking the last of your drink and setting a few bucks on the bar to pay for the night. A small thought enters your mind; Doc told them. He knew you were watching him, knew you were secretly planning to take him home. But would Doc do such a thing? He was mostly a quiet man when it came to your business. When men asked about you, he simply told them you were his granddaughter and he would beat their ass if they touched you.

Either way, you didn’t want to sit around and find out.

You grab your purse and get to your feet, ready to rush out the door and head home, when you felt a presence lingering a few feet away.

It was the dark haired man. He was standing over you, looking at you with those piercing blue eyes, a slight smirk on his face. “Where ye goin’, lass?” He asks, that Irish accent flowing out of his lips so smoothly.

“Um,” you blink a few times. Was this the alcohol working? “Home.” You swallow and it feels like a lump in your throat, throbbing fast and almost causing you to choke. You clear your throat and it’s still there. It’s hard to speak. “Home, I think. I need to go home.”

Now with any other man, you may have been bold and asked him out right then and there, maybe even flirted a little first. It was this man, the Irish kid, that made it so hard to think about anything. He is stunning up close as well as far away, his accent gives you goosebumps across your skin, and that curved lip, the smirk…

He tilts his head to the left, then to the right, studying you. His hand shoots up and he’s pulling you close by your hip. He’s strong, forceful, but at the same time he’s gentle. “The man sitting behind us likes taking pictures of you.” He whispers in your ear. His voice sends more chills down your spine.

You hesitantly place your hand on his chest and look up at him. “How do you know?”

The man gently tilts your chin up, giving him a better view of your reddened cheeks. “Ye are not the only one t’at watches, lassie.” He winks and pulls you to the door with him, his hand still firmly on your hip as he leads you.

The wind outside was rough and stung your face. You didn’t think to grab a jacket before you left the apartment today and you weren’t expecting to end up at a bar and stalk this cutie beside you for four hours either.

The street was bare of any other life, maybe a car or two in the distance, but that was it. It’s nearing two in the morning, and you have work in just a few hours. This wasn’t like you at all.

“Feelin’ any better?” He asks, walking down the street with you. It should have been a sign to just run away. He may have other intentions that just saving you from a creep-o inside, but you felt… safe with him.

“Actually, I do.” You feel him let go of you and you’re a little disappointed.

“It’s a wee bit chilly, here.” He shrugs his oversized coat off and drapes it around your shoulders. “Aye, looks better on ye.” He chuckles.

You pull the coat around yourself and his smell instantly hits you. Beer and cologne. You close your eyes and picture him in the morning, spritzing a little cologne on before heading out to the bar with his brother. It was cheap, probably bought in a small corner store somewhere near here, but regardless, it was masculine and fit him perfectly. Perhaps it has a little drift wood in there.

“Are you sure?” You ask once you notice he was only wearing a short sleeve v-neck.

He nods. “Aye. Name’s Murphy.” Both of you stop on the sidewalk, far enough from the bar to feel a little safer. At least no creepy men are taking photos of you.

“Y/N.” You smile, looking up at him. “Thank you. You’re such a gentleman.”

“Dunno about t’at, sweetheart.” He rubs the back of his neck innocently. “Jus’ don’t want ta have you hurt.” He smiles sweetly, modestly.

You decide this man was worth the late night. Seeing him in the bar with his brother, he was hyper and a bit vulgar, though now he was completely charming, caring, even.

“Will you walk me home?” You ask.

A flash of surprise crosses his face. “Aye.” He wraps his arm around you, holding you close as he leads you down the sidewalk and closer to your home.

FRENEMIES
                                       - Part II
Kai Parker x Reader

(Part I)
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Whatever Kai’s idea of fun was , it definitely wasn’t the same as Y/N’s. Not all the time at least. He was capable of being the most dangerous being one minute and the sweetest caring one the next. He’d stab her with a knife just to see how long it would take for the Prison World to heal her , or tie her up and practice his magic on her before making her dinner and telling her jokes to make her laugh.
Y/N’s first week with Kai had been rough. As much as she hated everything he was doing to her , a twisted part of her was actually starting to like him … up until the point he killed her again , when she hated him all over again.

* * *

“Wakey wakey.” Kai’s voice woke her up.
She opened her eyes , turning towards him. Kai was laying on the bed next to her , his hands behind his head and his gaze fixed on her.
“Kai !” she pulled away startled. “I thought we talked about this…”
A few times the past few weeks he had sneaked into bed with her instead of going to sleep on the couch as they had discussed. They’d take turns each night but somehow he always ended up wherever she was sleeping. Sometimes she’d go to sleep on the couch and wake up in his bed with him starring at her. It was making her nervous because clearly he didn’t get the whole ‘boundaries’ thing…
“Yeah , we did but I don’t care much what you have to say and I was bored.” he said grinning. “Awh don’t look at me with those big eyes. I made you breakfast , you are going to love it ! Come on.”
Y/N sighed. There was no way to reason with him , if this kept on happening she’d rather spend eternity alone.


Later that day Kai left her alone for a few minutes and she used her chance to sneak out of the apartment and run out of the building.
When Kai came back to the living room and didn’t see her around something inside him broke. Using his vampire hearing he heard her running outside.
“Damn it.” he muttered and chased after her , catching up with Y/N in the town square. He raised his hand and she ran into an invisible wall knocking her a few steps backwards. “Life is so much easier with magic.” he laughed.
“What the hell ?” she asked , her hands hitting the boundary over and over. She hated it when he used his magic to do things like this , knowing there is nothing for her to do. Its like he was doing it on purpose.
He vamp sped towards her pinning her on the ground.
“Come on , sweetheart. You didn’t really think I’d let you go , did you ?” he said gripping her hand tightly , pulling her up.
He didn’t sound angry , he sounded hurt which completely took her off balance. She turned towards him , wanting to see his eyes but he wouldn’t look at her just kept pulling her with him towards his place.
“Kai … Let go of me.” she said out of breath. “You are hurting me.”
He didn’t seem to hear her at first , but then loosened the grip a little and she ran again , a moment later the world turned black.
“That’s about enough of this..” Kai said annoyed , flicking his wrist magically snapping her neck. He vamp-ran towards Y/N , catching her body before she fell on the ground , lifting her up and pulling her closer to his chest. “I hate how you make me do this to you again and again…” he sighed. “Oh well … maybe one more time won’t hurt.”

Kai carried her to his bedroom and let her down on his bed , stroking her cheek. “What am I going to do with you ?” he whispered.
He had been so terrified she’d leave pretty much since they had met and his worst fears had been confirmed more than once already. Y/N was the closest thing he had to a friend and he just couldn’t bring himself to let her go , the thought of her being gone hurt him for some reason.

* * *

Y/N woke up from a sharp pain in her leg. She tried to move but couldn’t. Kai was using his magic to keep her pinned down. Her vision was blury as she opened her eyes and then another loud crack came followed by a really sharp pain in her other leg , sharper than before.
“W-what are you doing?” she asked accusingly trying to focus her eyes on him.
“Oh , don’t look at me like that sweetheart.” he said faking a pouty face. “You must’ve known this would happen. I told you not to run…or did you think there wouldn’t be consequences?” he said suddenly serious.
“Why are you doing this?” she hissed at him. Of course he’d do something like this…
“I told you sweetheart. You shouldn’t have ran…” he paused for a moment , slightly tilting his head. “Maybe if I break another bone , you’ll learn your lesson.”
“No , Kai , don’t ..” she said screaming out in pain again as another bone broke with a loud crack. Kai looked at her slightly amused , watching her squirm in pain for a few more minutes before healing her broken bones.
“I am getting better at this.” he said proudly. He lifted her body up and pulled her into a hug gently rubbing her back as she started sobbing. “Awh , don’t cry. I can do a lot of things but I don’t know how to make you stop crying.”
Kai felt something in him shift again listening to her sobs. He had hurt her multiple times the past few days including less than 5 minutes ago , yet she held on to him as if her life depended on it. Y/N tried to run away from him, it wasn’t as if she had given up yet , but something always pulled her back towards him.
“Stop doing things like these to me , maybe I will.” she said snuggling closer to him.
It was absolutely insane … he kept hurting her and kept comforting her after and she was letting him do both.
Earlier that day when Y/N had run off , he had felt as if air was being pulled out of his lungs. He didn’t want to spend eternity alone , that’s why he had chanced her , it’s why he had hurt her but now a part of him was starting to wonder maybe this was only pushing her away and at some point he’d actually end up losing her. Y/N looked so fragile in his hands and suddenly he found himself wanting to protect her , except he’d have to protect her from himself.

-

The next two weeks were strangely calm. Kai acted super nice to her , refused to feed on her and payed so much attention to her , she was starting to get scared , more scared than when he was torturing her. This has been the longest he’s gone without hurting her. Sometimes she’d catch him looking at her with those beautiful blue eyes , he’d smirk at her and then look away or he’d just look away. Ka was acting weird and a few times she tried to ask him what was wrong , but he’d just say ‘nothing’ and change the subject.

Kai was sitting on the couch watching some movie on the DVD. His eyes had started to turn black the past few days and Y/N was starting to get worried. She finished her lunch (which Kai had made her) and sat for a while looking at him.
“Stop starring at me. Its annoying.” he snapped. Y/N sighed , last thing she needed was Kai getting annoyed at her , things never turned out well for her when that happened. The past few days Kai had shown her a side of him probably no one else had seen before and she kind of started to like him and ‘get ideas’. She turned her gaze away towards the window , it was annoyingly sunny as every other day. Part of her missed the rain , the snow … but in the Prison World the weather never changed. Y/N glanced at Kai who was now starring at her , watching her every move. She got up and walked towards him , sitting on his lap her legs on each side of him.
“What are you doing ?” he asked trying to push her off.
“You are hungry , Kai. I’m not stupid.” she removed her hair from her neck , pushing it away exposing her neck. Y/N could see his eyes flicker with hunger and the purple black veins under his eyes started to show , but a moment later they disappeared. Kai’s hands were on either side of her waist , unsure if he should push her away or not.
“I don’t … I don’t want to hurt you , Y/N.” he said , surprising her with his answer. Y/N hadn’t seen this coming , considering how much he seemed to enjoy hurting her the past few weeks. She slided her hand in his pocket and took out his pocket knife , opening it and making a small cut on her neck.
Kai could smell her blood before a single drop had shown on the surface. She watched as the purple / black veins under his eyes showed up again , his fangs coming out too.
“It’s OK Malachai. I want to.” Y/N said reassuringly. Kai glanced at her and she nodded. “Go for it.”
Kai sank his teeth into her neck , his hands pulling her closer to him as she threw her head back a bit , wincing at the pain. In all his times feeding on her , he had gotten better at it and now there was very little blood dripping down her neck. As he kept feeding his hands tugged at her shirt a bit , his fingers touching her skin , the cold of his rings sending shivers through her body. A few minutes later he pulled out , Y/N’s head feeling dizzy from the bloodloss. He wiped a few blood drops from her neckwound and pressed his hand against it muttering a spell. She felt warmth spread through her where Kai was touching her bare skin as the wound healed. Kai’s eyes were locked on hers , the beautiful blue / gray shade had returned and his eyes were glowing.
“See , that wasn’t so bad. Didn’t hurt as much …” she smiled at him , starting to get up but he wouldn’t let her. “Kai wha-”
Kai’s bloody lips smashed against her , his tongue going deep inside her mouth. The kiss was demanding , Y/N tried to pull away confused by what was happening , he didn’t let her. His hands on her waist were pulling her closer to him , making her grind against him and a moment later she let go. His touch felt like fire and she wanted more. His lips moved towards her neck , a low growl escaping from his throat.
“No … we can’t … we can’t do this.” Y/N said , pulling away and tossing herself on the couch next to him completely out of breath. She couldn’t wrap her mind around what had just happened. Kai leaned in , pressing her body onto the couch as his lips founding hers again. His eyes were black again , this time from a different kind of hunger. Kai slided his hand under her shirt pulling it up a little.
Y/N wasn’t sure what was happening in that moment , all she knew was his touch felt so good and she didn’t want to fight it.
“Sweet innocent Y/N…” Kai whispered to her , brushing her cheek , her eyes following his touch. He lifted her chin gently his eyes piercing into hers for a long moment before pulling away from her. Y/N’s heart was beating so fast and her breathing uneven , she got up quickly and ran into the bathroom , locking the door a resting her back against it sliding down towards the floor.

A few minutes passed in complete silence and then he knocked on the door , trying to open it.
“Y/N? I’m … I’m sorry , I don’t know what …” he started to say but didn’t seem able to finish his sentence.
Wow , Kai speechless ? That’s new. she thought. Usually he never shuts up and always had something to say.
Please open the door.”
Y/N hated how he made her feel , she hated him and liked him at the same time and what had happened earlier had her emotions completely mixed up. She could hear him sit by the door , waiting for her to come out which eventually she will have to. Part of her was wondering why he hadn’t knocked down the door yet…
About half an hour later she opened the door and found him sitting by the door just as she had expected. He got up in a flash , standing a few steps away from her. They locked eyes and for a moment none of them said a word.
“I’m not … I’m not going to do that again .. unless you want me to. I didn’t want to scare you or anything.” he said. Kai sounded so honest and Y/N couldn’t help but believe him.
Thing is , she hadn’t felt scared or anything like it. She felt confused and his answer , the way he was looking at her in that moment only added to her confusion.
“Why?” she asked simply. “Why would you … kiss me ? You don’t even like me. The only reason I’m here is because you don’t want to be alone.”
A look of hurt passed through Kai’s face , he reached for her hand and she took a step back. He sighed and looked at the ground.
“I … It will sound weird but , I care about you. I don’t know or understand why - you are so annoying …” he laughed nervously.
“You care about me?” Y/N asked thinking she had heard him wrong. Then she remembered how nice he has had been the past two weeks and before how even after he hurt her , he always found a way to comfort her. Maybe he was telling the truth.
“Yes. It’s annoying , all those feelings and everything.” he said. “And you are right. I don’t want to be alone. I’ve spent most of my life in isolation , Y/N. I don’t want to spend eternity by myself.” he reached for her hand again and this time she didn’t pull away. “You are the closest thing I’ve had to a friend … I don’t .. I don’t want to lose you.”
Y/N couldn’t take her eyes off him. What had happened to Kai ? He sounded and looked so different.
“You are not going to spend eternity alone , Malachai.” she said with a small smile. “Can we go out on a walk ? It’s stuffy in here …”
Kai smiled nervously. “Um yeah .. sure , whatever you want.” he said letting go of her hand , waiting for her to go.
She took a few steps towards the door , her hand holding onto the door knob for a moment before twisting it. Just as she was about to step outside , she turned towards him locking eyes with his , her breath getting caught in her throat.
“Catch me.” she said smiling and winking at him before running off down the stairs.
Kai laughed.
“Oh I will …” he said chasing after her a moment later.


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MASTERLIST March / April 2017


MASTERLIST MAY 2017

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Imagine Chris freaking out after you get injured on set.

Chris sat in the corner on his phone as quietly and as non-distractive as possible while you and Sebastian worked with the body doubles and Max, the stunt coordinator. The same stunt coordinator that told Captain America to either “sit in the corner with your mouth shut and your hands to yourself” or “wait in your trailer until we’re done”; Chris chose the former.

The two of you had the reputation of being extremely disruptive and distracted when together, it was like a nightmare for most directors and stunt coordinators; it didn’t help that the two of you were married now. The only reason you were constantly being casted as co-stars was because of the chemistry and connection you and Chris effortlessly produced; it was absolute magic that no director could recreate with two strangers. Sure, it was a little annoying and slightly exhausting to repeatedly tell the two of you to concentrate but at the end of the day, the two of you would always execute the job to perfection with maximum effort; it made up for the fits of laughter and pranks you’d pull on each other and the rest of the cast.

Speaking of the rest of the cast, everyone had finished their rehearsals for the day and were now either resting in their trailers or back at the hotel. Your loving husband, however, was giving up his much needed down time to shower you with moral support. It was the same in every movie you were in together, he stayed behind for you and you stayed behind for him; the perks of being with someone in the same industry.

Though moral support wasn’t the only reason he was staying behind- especially while you were working on a MCU movie- he was more than a little worried about you getting hurt. You’d gotten hurt before just sliding across a row of tables being the adorable clumsy dork you were, and now that you were working on a fight sequence, with Sebastian of all people- the guy who wasn’t good at pulling his punches- Chris thought it’d be better if he stayed and watched. Sebastian accidentally punched Chris once- a matter that was easily dropped- but God help Sebastian if he accidentally punched you.

Now that you thought about it, Chris probably wasn’t the best person to have around considering he was the person to distract you about eighty percent of the time. It was no wonder Max gave him the ultimatum he did. You just hope the two of you had enough self-control to finish the rehearsal without your usual shenanigans; you really didn’t want to take a hit or get injured even before the filming started.

Chris looked up from his phone and watched you and Sebastian follow Max’s instructions to the tee. It was the key to staying unharmed while performing your own stunts, something you had decided to take more seriously after your last injury; the bruise on your hip lasted for at least a week. Chris smiled proudly when he saw you nail the sequence, his wife was one badass and he felt the need to say it out loud completely forgetting the instructions Max had left him with.

“My wife’s a badass,” Chris whooped just as you were about to duck Sebastian’s punch, distracting you for a split second and causing you to fall out of the rhythm. “Oh, shit!” He scrambled to his feet and ran over when Sebastian’s fist clipped your jaw, sending you on your ass.

“Oh my God,” Sebastian gasped and quickly rushed to your side, dropping to his knees. “Y/N, I am so so so sorry.” He rambled as his hands hovered over you, unsure if he should help you up or leave you alone considering he just punched you in the face.

“Ow,” you half chuckled, half whimpered as you rubbed your jaw.

“Y/N,” Chris ran and dropped to his knees, sliding across the mat to you. “Oh my God, that’s-” He covered his mouth with his hand, looking slightly horrified at what his little whoop did. “Fuck, that’s my bad. I’m so sorry, I completely forgot that-” He looked up at Max and Max shook his head at him with furrowed brows. “I am so sorry,” he held his hands up in surrender.

“Don’t apologize to me,” Max beckoned his head at you. “Your wife is the one who just took a hit from a two hundred pound man.” Chris and Sebastian both winced at that. “I’ll go get you some ice, Y/N.” He said and you nodded with a grateful smile.

“I am so sorry,” Sebastian said again and you chuckled softly, shaking your head because it wasn’t his fault. “I honestly didn’t mean to hit you, I’ve been trying to pull my punches and I thought that we’ve been doing-”

“Seb, it’s fine,” you laughed. “It really doesn’t hurt that much,” you lied because it stung like a bitch. “Plus it’s not your fault, it’s mine and-” you shot Chris a dirty look and he chuckled. “My stupid dork of a husband. If this is about me getting the last Snickers bar yesterday, man up and punch me yourself. Don’t get your best friend to do it for you,” you joked and the two men laughed.

“I’m so sorry,” Chris gently caressed your face in his hands. “I didn’t think, I was just watching you be this crazy badass and I kind of felt the need to tell people you’re my wife but everyone already knows that and-” He cut his rambling short with a soft chuckle, “I’m really sorry, sweetheart.”

“Prove it,” you bit playfully.

“In front of Seb?” Chris whispered with widened eyes. “Can’t we just wait-” You cut him off with a shake of your head and he heaved a sigh. “Fine,” he released your face and rose to his feet. Sebastian watched Chris with a raised brow whereas you just pressed your lips together to suppress your laughter. “This is the last time I stay behind with you,” he told you, trying not to smile as he got into position.

“Just do it,” you chuckled.

“Under the sea,
Under the sea,
Darling it’s better,
Down where it’s wetter,
Take it from me.” Chris sang as he did his own choreographed dance that never once failed to make you laugh. It was possibly the dorkiest thing he could ever do and you were always the only one to witness it, but now Sebastian was too.

“Oh my God,” Sebastian laughed.

“Up on the shore they work all day,
Out in the sun they slave away,
While we devotin’
Full time to floatin’
Under the seaaaa.” He finished and bowed as you and Sebastian clapped, laughing hysterically. Yes, it was embarrassing but he loved you enough to do things like that. “Are we square now?” He asked when he helped you to your feet.

“Depends,” you shrugged, wrapping your arms around his neck.

“On what?” He narrowed his eyes in confusion.

“If this bruises,” you smirked, “I’m going to need you to perform ‘Be Our Guest’.”


What A Wonderful Night

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Title: What A Wonderful Night

Pairing: DiNozzo x Reader

Word count: 1,755

Warnings: fluff

A/N: This is an OLD fic I wrote a LONG time ago. So I apologize for that, but I know I don’t have too many Tony fics, so enjoy! Feedback is welcomed and appreciated! I love you all so much! <3 <3

You sighed at your watch, it was 8 p.m. on a Friday night.  You were supposed to be picked up by your best friend, but she didn’t show up.  You paced the sidewalk outside of your work building, NCIS.  You’d been working there for almost two years.  Your favorite person in the office to talk to was Tony DiNozzo.  Little did he know how much you adored him, how much you loved his movie references and the winks he would throw your way.

“[Y/N],” Tony spoke as he walked towards you.  You knew he did his best work at night.  You figured he was probably leaving to get food and then coming back to work.  “What are you still doing out here?  I thought you were going somewhere with your lady friend,” he mused wriggling his eyebrows.

“I thought so too,” you frowned.  Your phone made a noise letting you know you had received a text message.  It was your best friend, she was letting you know that she was going to her boyfriend’s house instead and apologized.  You huffed and threw your phone into the pocket of your coat.  “Well, now I know for sure that my night is ruined,” you said throwing your arms in the air.

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Dave Lizewski Imagine: Oh My God You Look Like Him.

It was no secret that you and your best friend Dave were obsessed with superheroes, so when the second Avengers film came out Dave booked you both tickets right away. You were so excited, it was unreal, and Dave actually found it adorable how you couldn’t wait.

Walking into the cinema you found that you and Dave were sat at the back, the row was completely empty except for you two which was  good thing although, you got a couple odd looks off of an old couple sat near the front. Well two teenagers at the back off the cinema, they didn’t know you came here to fan-girl.

Dave sat down next to you and you shuffled closer to him pulling your top up to cover your cleavage. “You okay?” he mumbled looking over at you as you signalled to a group of three guys all staring at your boobs, one being your ex-boyfriend Alec. “Follow my lead” Dave spoke kissing your cheek before wrapping his arm around you, the boys scoffing and turning round. Thank god for Dave, you wondered where you would be without him.

Just in case the boys turned around again, Dave made sure to keep him arm there, protecting you in a way. It wasn’t long until the movie started and you found yourself leaning into his chest, partly because of the perverts near you and partly because of how cold it was in there. You didn’t mind being this close to Dave, if you were honest you had one of the world’s biggest crushed on Dave but being his friend was better than nothing.

Watching the film you began to notice something; Pietro looked a lot like Dave. Not that you were complaining I mean hey, Pietro was very hot so if it meant you could stare at someone who looked like Dave then you were all for it, but it was something you could not stop noticing.

Eventually the film was over and it was the best film you had ever seen ever, not just because Pietro was in it but that did have something to do with it. Walking out you saw Alec beginning to walk over to you. Alec was an abuser, he was a dick of a boyfriend and you hated him ever since he first laid hands on you, Dave however hated him even more, he was the one who saved you from the jerk in the first place.

“Dave, Dave” you whispered as Alec came close to you. The expression on Dave’s face changed rapidly anger clearly in his veins that were beginning to protrude out of his neck. Grabbing Alec’s shirt collar he pinned him against the wall with a loud thud, many people in the cinema all turning to look. “I am only going to say this once asshole, you need to back off y/n.” he spoke watching the colour drain out of Alec’s face. Alec nodded repeatedly before running out after his friends.

Running over to Dave you hugged him tightly as he kissed your head. “Remind me why you dated him?” he chuckled as you both quickly walked out of the cinema, trying to get out of sight of security, what Dave did was adorable but cold get him in trouble.

Strolling back to your house with Dave’s arm placed securely around you, you spoke up. “Dave y’know you remind me of Pietro” Laughing Dave kissed your head. “Y/n, I am like the opposite of Pietro, I am nothing like him” he chuckled continuing to walk brushing it off completely. “No you are, and it’s not a bad thing, I mean Pietro is cute” you blushed realising how the words had come out. “Wait, so if I’m like Pietro then surely you think I am cute” he teased tickling your sides making you not only blush harder but laugh loudly too. It was a good thing your parents weren’t in because they would have heard you two coming from a mile away. Stepping into your room, Dave sat on your bed pulling you in so you were standing between his knees.

“Hey so y/n, have you ever wanna kiss a superhero?” Dave asked in his best sokovian accent. “Dave what the hell I knew you were weird but come on” you giggled as Dave cocked an eyebrow. “Y/n, I don’t know who this Dave is but I am pretty sure you let slip about a crush on him” he smirked once again trying desperately to put on an accent; it did sound quite like Pietro though. The second those words hit your ear you dropped your head being unable to look at him. “Y/n” he spoke forgetting the accent, “You never answered my question. Do you wanna kiss a superhero?”

“Hell yeah”

Fear

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Part 12

It’s been a month since the last time you saw Kai. The last time you got to be close to him, the last time you saw your favorite sociopath. You looked through everything, trying to find a way to get Kai out of prison world, but you found nothing. Bonnie still didn’t want to bring him back. She said if she even thought about bringing him back, he would have to change completely or leave Mystic Falls. You knew Kai would never want to change because he mentioned million times that he likes who he is and that he would never change.
You spent days going through history of Bennett witches, prison worlds, trying to do this on your own, but then again, you didn’t have any magic so everything you’ve done was completely useless. Bonnie wouldn’t want to tell you anything. Of course she knew that there’s way out of the prison world she created with the gemini twins, but she kept her mouth shut. That’s why, to find the answer you had to talk to someone who had already experinced this, who knew everything about this. Malachai. The only thing you had to do was ask Bonnie to send you there again.

‘Please Bonnie. I’d be really grateful if you helped him. Please.’ You begged her, sitting next to her on the grass.

'Why do you want me to send you back there?’ She asked as she locked her eyes with yours, her face expession serious, waiting for your answer. You had to keep calm, act like you weren’t planning anything.

'I need to see him, Bon.’ You said, looking down at your fingers. You picked up a small yellow flower from the grass, twisting it around as you brought it up to your nose, smelling it.

'I can’t do it. He needs to learn his lesson. He needs to think about everything he’s done in the past.’ She said, placing her hand on top of yours. 'You need to get your mind of all those things. Come to the grill tonight, it will be like the old times.’

'I don’t know, Bonnie.’ You hesitated.

'C'mon, it’ll be fun.’

'Ok, fine’ you said as you got up. 'See you tonight.’ You walked away, crossing your arms. Everything you wanted to do, was now gone. You started thinking you’d never see Kai again. No one understood what was so special about him. Everyone saw him as a murderer and a psychopath, but you knew he was more than that.

You came home and took a hot shower, and opened a drawer to find something to wear, but you only found Kai’s old shirt. You took it out, holding tightly on the shirt. You smiled and folded it neatly to put it back in there. It only made you realize how much you hate Kai being stuck there all by himself, going through all of it again. Suddenly, you didn’t feel like going anywhere tonight, so you texted Bonnie you were backing out.

***
'Guys, she’ll never be ok. I don’t know what to do.’ Bonnie said to Caroline and Elena as she sat down.

'You can’t get him out.’ Elena said.

'I won’t.’ Bonnie claimed, playing with her glass.

'There’s one thing you can do.’ Elena stated as she looked at Bonnie. She immediately knew what Elena was thinking and she knew it was the best thing to do. For your own good. Even though she knew you would be pissed about it, she decided to do it anyway.

'Hey, it’s Caroline. Do you have a minute?’ Caroline said, walking away somewhere more private to talk.

***

You were watching a movie on your laptop and eating popcorn, for the first time in who knows how long, your mind was occupied by something else, even though deep down there, in your head of yours, a thought of Kai Parker kept trying to be the main thing in your head. Maybe Bonnie was right, maybe you should’ve moved on because she was the only one who knew where Kai was and the only one who could’ve get him out of there. Your eyes started watering out of nowhere as you paused the movie and took a few deep breaths, refusing to cry. You laughed quietly and got up, walking towards your closet. You opened one drawer and took Kai’s shirt out. You brought it closer as you inhaled the scent. It still smelled like Kai, beautifully. You put it on and looked at yourself in the mirror. It was obviously too big on you but you didn’t care. As long as you had something that reminded you of him, you were fine. Sort of.
You turned around and there you saw a shadow which suddenly disappeared. Your heart started racing a little bit.

'Hello?’ You asked, taking a few steps forward and looked around as you faced a guy. Tall, dark eyes. Familiar guy. He came closer for a few seconds and then he just disappeared. You sighed deeply, and walked by the mirror. You stopped and looked at yourself. Your eyes were a little bit puffy and red, but that was nothing new. You looked like that for the past couple of weeks. You were a little bit confused but you ignored it and went to the bathroom before laying in bed and drifting off to sleep.

***

You stopped by the Salvatore’s house first thing in the morning, knocking on their doors.

'Morning!’ You said a little too loud, since it was only 8am and you were feeling happy. Happier than ever.

'Morning’ Stefan said but it sounded more like a question. He gave you a confused look, letting you into the house. You stepped into the living room, jumping on the couch. You looked at Stefan walking in, his look still the same.

'You’re oddly… energetic this morning’ His hands were in his pockets, his voice still a little bit raspy.

'I got a good night’s sleep and I felt so fresh in the morning, I don’t know why. So, which movie do you want to watch because I brought tons.’ You asked, holding up a few DVD’s, showing them to Stefan, who sat down next to you on the couch. He shrugged his shoulders and laughed.

'All of them?’ You asked, making him smile again. You were too excited for this part od the day, it was like something changed over night.

'As you wish.’ Stefan trailed off as he played the first movie you had.

'Ohh this is going to be good.’ You took a handful of popcorns that were already on the table, focusing on the movie but you felt Stefan’s eyes on you, instead of TV.

'Movie is over there.’ You chuckled as you pointed towards the TV.

'I know, I was just wondering…’

'What?’ You asked, looking at him.

'How are things with… you know, Bonnie getting Kai out of prison world? You still miss him, right?’

'Who’s Kai?’ You trailed off, giving Stefan a confused look. His eyes went wide for a few seconds and then he frowned.

'Oh, no one. I must’ve confused you with someone else.’ He said, turning his head back to TV. You stared at him for a few seconds before turning to watch TV. Why would he ask you something like that? Who even was Kai? Most importantly, why in the world would you miss him when you didn’t even know who he was and what he had to do with you because you certainly didn’t have anything to do with him. He was only a stranger.

Connecting The Dots

Paring: danisnotonfire x reader

Rating: PG

Warnings: none, just a ton of fluff tbh.

Word count: 1121

Enjoy :)

Usually, being with Dan included tons of kisses, touching, tickling, all that cute coupley stuff you see in the movies. However, it’s been different lately. It seems as if Dan is trying to pull himself away from me, and I hate it. I want him to be happy, whether that’s with, or without me, but I need to know where he stands on the matter.

I wake up the next morning, to a cold bed. Dan had already gotten up to start his day, which was not like him at all. Most days, I wake up first, mainly because of the fact he’s up until four am every night on tumblr. I try to brush it off as I begin to start my day, but it sits in the back of my mind, eating away at all of my thoughts. When I enter the kitchen, I see my beloved boyfriend eating his cereal while leaning against the counter.

“Morning,” he mumbled, milk spilling from the side of his mouth.

“Good morning,” I reply, smiling at him, as I grab some frozen waffles out of the freezer. That was the extent of our conversation. After my answer, he had migrated to the living room, leaving me by myself. I told myself it was because he had a lot to do, which I know he does, but deep down it still hurt. Every day it seems to get worse, but he’s yet to move from our bed, or to kick me out, so I assume everything is alright… Kind of.

My phone buzzed in my pocket, and when I looked at it, I saw that Dan had tweeting something about his next video. “Do you want absolutely terrible advice from someone who can’t figure his own life out? Send me an email for the next Internet Support Group video!”

Instantly, I got an idea. I could send him an email from a fake account, and get his advice on the matter. Though, it might not work out, as he probably will be flooded with thousands of emails. I decide to go through with it anyway, and begin to construct the perfect email. With one last proof read, I press the big send button, and hope that everything will work out.

*****

A few days had passed since Dan sent out the tweet, and the days had been exactly the same. The occasional hello, the awkward silence when both of us are in a room together. It isn’t something big, right? I keep trying to assure myself everything is alright, but I just can’t believe it.

“Hey, (Y/N)? I’m gonna film the video now,” Dan told me, setting up the camera in our bedroom. Just like the other Internet Support Group videos, he had gone through all (or most of) the emails, and picked a few of his favorites. He left his door open, thankfully, so I could hear what he recorded.

After recording, and rerecording, his intro a few times, he finally began reading the emails. One was about a girl who was in love with her best friend. Another about a boy who wants to convince his parents to let him get a dog. Then, I heard the familiar writing of the email I had sent just days before.

“This lovely email is from (Y/N), (Y/A), London. It reads, ‘Hey Dan! Recently, my boyfriend, who shall remained unnamed for his sake, has seemed really withdrawled lately. I know he’s busy, as he’s got much to do, but even in his downtime, he spends it away from me, usually on tumblr or playing Mario Kart. We barely even talk anymore. I’m not sure if he wants to break up with me, or if he’s not happy anymore, but it’s worrying me! Help!”

I sat on the couch, waiting for his response to the email, wondering if he would be able to connect the dots or not. After a bit of pondering, he started talking again.

“Well, (Y/N), I wouldn’t say he necessarily wants to break up with you. Maybe it’s just a little stick in the mud, yeah? Try talking to him, get his attention, maybe sit down and kick his arse at Mario Kart next time he plays. There might be something going on in his life that he doesn’t know how to figure out at the moment. I would say try to talk to him before jumping to conclusions, but if he still acts that way after your talk, smother him with a pillow while he sleeps- I mean, whaaaat?”

A chuckle escapes my lips, causing Dan to turn towards me, as I had been watching from the doorway.

“Me? Kick your arse at Mario Kart? That’ll be easy,” I tease, a half smile on my face, praying he makes the connection so I don’t have to explain it. His eyebrows furrow for a second, before he understands what I mean.

“(Y/N)?” Dan whispers, stopping the camera from recording, and making his way over to me. “Oh, love… I didn’t know that’s what you felt like.” His arms wrapped around me, one hand stroking my hair.

“I- I didn’t know any other way to ask you about it,” I swallowed, listening to Dan’s heartbeat.

“Darling, you can always talk to me. Always. I know we haven’t been as intimate as we used to be, but we’ve both got a lot going on right now. How about this. Friday, cancel all your plans. It’s going to be our day,” Dan tells me, pulling my face away from his chest. He looks in my eyes, a small smile on his face, before he kisses my nose. “I love you, (Y/N). So much. Never forget that.”

“I love you too, Dan,” I respond, standing on my tippy toes to kiss him. So there we were, standing in each other’s arms, hugging for what felt like an eternity. And it felt wonderful. It reminded me of the early days, when our friends would always tease us about the amount of physical contact we always had. Dan let go of me, ripping me from my thoughts, before beginning to speak.

“Hey, (Y/N)?” Dan called, sitting on his bed, and patting the spot next to him. “I think it’s time we tell the world, yeah?”

“Wha- Dan are you sure? I don’t want you to do this because of what just happened,” I stammer, fiddling with my fingers.

“I’m positive, (Y/N)! Get your cute butt over here, they’ll love you.”

So, I did. I sat down next to my amazing boyfriend, and he pressed record.

“Hello Internet! Today, I’m joined by my wonderful date mate, (Y/N). Say hello, beautiful!”

Imagine going to Disneyland with Chris. (Part 2)

A/N: I hope you have a fabulous birthday @ateliefloresdaprimavera, you deserve it girl. Also, to anyone out there who’s got a birthday around the corner- this is for you. X (Read Part 1)

“Are you excited for your birthday?” Chris asked as you cooked the second batch of pancakes; Chris had demolished the first batch, leaving you little to eat hence why you had to whip up a second. “Twenty-six, damn kid. You’re getting old,” he teased you and you swatted him with the spatula, laughing.

“Says the thirty-six year old,” you retorted and he scoffed, holding a hand to his heart and earning another one of your famous eye rolls. “So can I write you down for Disney movies and ice-cream cake on Friday?” You asked, knowing the answer was yes because that was how the two of you spent your birthday every year since moving out to Los Angeles.

“Hm…” He pressed his lips together, pretending to contemplate. “No,” he responded bluntly and you frowned. “Sorry, but I’ve got plans.” Your heart sunk and you opened your mouth to argue when there was a knock at the door. “I think you might want to get that,” he pointed at the door then resumed eating his pancake.

You walked to the door feeling a little down that your best friend was ditching you on your birthday. Did he meet a girl? Was he going on a date? What could possibly make him change the way you’d spend your birthday together? You opened the door and looked around; there was no one there.

You were about to close it again when you saw what was sitting on your doormat; the rose in the jar from Beauty and the Beast. You bent over and picked it up gently, smiling when you saw what was in the jar. There were two tickets to Disneyland along with a Polaroid of you and Chris from Halloween when the two of you dressed up as Belle and the Beast; scrawled on the Polaroid in Chris’ handwriting was “be my guest?”

“The look on your face.” Chris’ voice turned you around. “Of course I wasn’t going to ditch you on your birthday, you idiot.” You shook your head at him, both of you were trying but failing not to smile. “Well?” He pressed. “Unless, of course, you’d much rather stay here and watch Disney movies while eating ice-cream cake.”

“Fuck no,” you laughed, “let’s go to Disneyland!”
• • • • • • • •
Chris was right about Disneyland being the happiest place on earth, it was no wonder he and his family had annual trips during the holidays. Trips he’d always invite you to, but trips you’d never got to make hence why you’d never been to Disneyland until now; a fact that still shocked Chris every time it was brought up. He felt responsible for you missing out, stating “I should’ve just dragged you with us.” Yes, Disneyland was everything you’d imagined it to be and it lived up to the expectations Chris had set you up with, but none of it would’ve mattered if Chris wasn’t the one you went with. Anywhere with that man was great, for you could’ve spent the day with him stuck in an elevator and have the best time of your life.

Like Chris promised back at your apartment, he took care of everything. From the drive there, to the car snacks and music playlist, to the hotel, and of course- the day at the park. He planned the whole weekend with great care and attention to detail because he wanted you to have the best birthday ever. That, and he was also slowly buttering you up to reveal when night fell and fireworks went off that he was in-love with you.

“Mickey ice-cream bar or churro?” You asked Chris, holding up the two snacks to see which you should try first. He made a “pffft” sound with his mouth and pointed to the Mickey ice-cream bar, making you smile as you took a bite.

“Any other hard hitting questions?” He quipped and you shook your head, giggling as you looped your arm with his. His heart fluttered at your touch, just as yours did at his. “Okay, where do you want to go next? We’ve got a couple hours to kill before we have to head over to the castle to see the fireworks.”

“You’re the park expert, you tell me.”

“You’re the birthday girl, you tell me.”

You smiled at Chris and he smiled back, the urge to tell him you loved him was on the tip of your tongue. After all he’d done for you today, it was hard to hold back your true feelings for your best friend. You just wanted to wrap your arms around his neck and kiss him. But then again, what if he didn’t feel the same way? You couldn’t ruin this, you couldn’t lose him as a friend. But you also didn’t want to just be his friend anymore, you wanted more- you wanted a life with him. It was time to take the leap, ignore all possible consequences and just jump.

“Well?” He raised his eyebrows. “Where are we going?”

“I love you,” you told him and he smiled, thinking it was another one of those platonic ‘I-love-you’ moments. The two of you have had plenty of those, so many that it was hard to differentiate between an actual confession and a ‘you’re-the-best’ kind of thing. It never failed to make his heart flutter, but it was never something he properly processed; vice versa when he told you he loved you because you were just best friends.

“I am pretty amazing,” he responded with a chuckle.

“No, Chris,” you shook your head. “I’m in-love with you.” You heard the words leave your lips and saw Chris’ lips part in shock; relief and angst simultaneously filled you. “I’ve been in-love with you for a while now, I just- I didn’t want things to change between us.”

Chris was suddenly at a lost for words. This was something he’d been dreaming about for so long now, fantasizing and playing it out in his head. Not once had this been a scenario he’d imagined, not once did he expect you to admit you were in-love with him. He thought he’d have to work to win you over, he was wrong; you loved him too.

“Can you please say-”

Before you could even finish, Chris’ lips were crashed against yours. You dropped both your churro and your ice-cream bar, out of shock and excitement that you were finally kissing your best friend. His strong arms wrapped around you, pulling you as close to him as possible. You smiled as you kissed him back; your arms looped around his neck and your fingers found their way under his hat and into his hair. It was happening, after years of playing it safe and pretending to be platonic, the two of you were finally displaying your true feelings for each other.

“Wow,” you breathed when Chris broke the kiss, resting his forehead against yours.

“Wow is right,” he chuckled softly, “I can’t believe it took us five years to get here. God, what we were thinking?” You laughed breathlessly, shaking your head. “I’m in-love with you too and-” he chuckled. “I was actually going to tell you later tonight when we were watching the fireworks, but um- I don’t think we need those fireworks when we’ve got some right here.” He pecked your lips as you choked back laughter. “Yup, definite fireworks right here.”

“You’re an idiot,” you laughed.

“I don’t care as long as I have you,” he smiled.