Thank you to everyone who watched my streams for this piece, to everyone who encouraged me and gave me feedback and advice and support (especially @dracoskullart) while I embarked on this endeavor! This is my first time doing something like this, and I had a blast over the course of the past week and some XD There are still things I wish I could have improved, and there are some mistakes I won’t make next time, but for now I am proud of me < :D
I haven’t slept in 24 hours… *passes out*
(Also, I have no clue why the quality is so grainy!? =_=)
But then again, Stealth wasn’t exactly my middle name. So, you could imagine the noise I made when I tried sneaking back into the Bunker. You’d actually think I couldn’t care less about what the Winchesters thought about my midnight rendezvous, but I was mortified about what Dean would think.
A/N: This was requested by @schizonephilim! I hope you guys enjoy this! Feedback is welcomed and appreciated! :)
You were rushing around your room, going from your laptop, to the bookshelf that you had in your room. After pulling a book you didn’t need, you put it back and searched for the one you need. When you couldn’t recall the title or the subject, you had to run back to your laptop and check again. Lucifer watched as you ran around your room.
“Do you have the attention span of a house fly [Y/N],” Lucifer teasingly asked. “How many times are you going to run back and forth like this?”
“As many times as it takes,” you spoke breathlessly, a little winded from running around your room. “I have a bunch of things going through my mind so forgive me if I can’t remember a particular detail.”
“Why don’t you stop,” Lucifer suggested, bouncing a ball off of the wall and back into his hand. “I’m watching you run around and it’s making me tired.”
“I’m just trying to do my part, that’s all,” you mumbled, rubbing your hand over your face as you returned to your laptop. You sighed at the screen before pushing away from your desk for the twentieth time.
A/N: This was requested by anon! I hope you guys enjoy this! Feedback is welcomed and appreciated!
It was safe to say that you still weren’t used to seeing Castiel’s face, but hearing Lucifer’s words. You were in charge of keeping an eye on Lucifer while Sam and Dean were away. At first it wasn’t that bad, but then Lucifer had to find ways to entertain himself. Unfortunately you were on the receiving end.
“Well if it isn’t my favorite little chew toy, [Y/N],” Lucifer smirked deviously, letting his hand fall down the frame of your door. “I’ve got a new game for us to play.”
“Leave me alone Lucifer,” you muttered as you shut the dresser drawer. “I’m done with your stupid games. I’m not some ragged play thing that you can toss around whenever you want.”
“I beg to differ,” Lucifer said, a certain darkness to his tone. When you glanced over at Lucifer, you could see the change in his expression. “I’ll do whatever I want with you.”
A/N: Inspired by real life events. I know I haven’t posted in a while, so this is just me slowly dipping my toe back into the water. I haven’t been very inspired lately hence the silence. Also editing is kicking my ass, but I’ll make more of an effort. I love you all very much. ❤️
Chris peeked one eye open when he felt you adjust your sleeping position for the fifth time in half an hour. You had trouble falling asleep most nights, but it was rare you tossed and turned unless you were stressed or anxious about something. Chris was sure it had something to do with your dental appointment on Friday even if it was just a consultation. He was sympathetic towards your angst because he realized it was a consultation that could lead to a surgery. It wasn’t the best news to give someone who feared dentists as much as you did. It wasn’t the pain that scared you, it was the lack of control. It wasn’t even that grisly an experience, but your anxiety worked together with your vivid imagination to convince you otherwise. You shifted again then stilled when you heard Chris took a short, sharp breath. You carefully pulled your fleece throw up to your chin then swallowed as quietly as you could. You didn’t want to wake Chris because you felt like he’d chide you if he knew what was keeping you up.
“I know you’re still awake.”
Your eyelids slammed shut milliseconds from the moment you heard Chris’ voice whisper in the darkness. You heard him exhale a chuckle through his nostrils as though he’d seen you, then a soft rustle of the covers as he reached over to turn on his table lamp. When you reopened your eyes, the soft yellow light had illuminated three quarters of the master bedroom. Chris shuffled closer to you, draping his arm over your waist as you turned your body towards him. With his other hand tucked under his head, he quirked one corner of his mouth to offer you a sympathetic smile.
“It’s just a consultation, Y/N.” His thumb slipped under the cotton material of your t-shirt, gentle circles on your bare skin created to soothe you. “Going for the surgery will be your choice, you don’t have to do it if you don’t want to.” Your tongues brushed all four areas of your mouth where your wisdom teeth lay tucked beneath your gums. “There’s a chance Dr. O’Connor was wrong, okay? Surgery might not be the only option, I’m sure there are other ways.”
You’d known since you were eight that the emergence and extraction of your wisdom teeth were going to be a painful hassle. It was a terrifying experience you’d moderately prepared yourself for, except you didn’t expect your teeth to betray you the way they had. You’d found out in your last dentist visit after you complained about uncomfortable gums that all four of your wisdom teeth were laying horizontally. You wished you’d remained silent so your dentist didn’t send you for the x-ray, people stated that “ignorance is bliss” and well- you wanted bliss. Currently the only option was surgery, Dr. O’Conner had explained the details to you but you’d tuned out promptly after hearing that word. There were memories of a few phrases: “cut through the gums”, “shatter the tooth”, “remove the fragments”. It would’ve been one thing if you only had one problematic tooth, but you had four.
“We both know there aren’t,” you muttered bitterly then pouted. “We called your dad already, even he said surgery is the only option.” Chris sighed, running his hand up towards your arm to give your elbow a gentle squeeze. “I don’t want to go on Friday, Chris. That dentist is going to say the same thing and then he’ll give me a run down on what he’ll have to do and- I can’t listen to that lurid description again. I feel sick enough about it already, I don’t-” You cut yourself off with a huff then groaned, “why is this happening to me?”
“Oh, sweetheart,” Chris wrapped you into a hug and kissed the top of your head as you buried your face into his chest. “I know it sucks and you’re scared, but it’s going to be okay. You are not the first person with this problem, I’m sure it’s common enough for the surgery to be a smooth ride.” You whimpered, feeling your eyes well with tears. “We can fly back to Boston and get Dad to operate so I can sit in the room with you.”
“Can we stop talking about it?” You quizzed as you pressed your palms against his chest, pushing yourself away from him. “I just- I want to sleep and this conversation is not helping.” You brushed your tears away with the back of your hand and turned your back onto him, tucking one hand under your pillow and wrapping the other tight around your wrist. “Goodnight,” you murmured, knowing sleep wouldn’t come for another hour or two.
“Okay, hey.” Chris sat up, leaning over you to catch your gaze. “Let’s go, c’mon.” He reached for your hand and pulled you into a sitting position despite your fighting and groaning. “We’re going to go for a drive, a little midnight adventure to get you to stop thinking about this.” He released you from his grip and got out of bed, padding into the walk-in wardrobe to grab your jackets. “I’m serious, let’s go.” He told you when he returned, holding out your jacket for you to take.
“Chris, it’s like one in the morning.”
“And it’s going to be four in the morning before we get any sleep.”
You sighed because you knew it was an accurate assumption. “Fine, let’s go for a drive.” You swung your legs over the edge of the bed and rose to your feet, taking your jacket from Chris to put it on. “I’m playing my music though.” You told him as he slipped his jacket on, you grabbed your phone as he grabbed his keys from the dresser.
“Whatever helps you sleep at night.” He wrapped an arm around you and steered you out of the room and towards the front door. The thumps from your footsteps and the jingle-jangle of Chris’ keys woke the sleeping puppy on the couch, forcing his all fours to make their way towards the two of you. “Hey, pal.” Chris leaned over to pat Dodger’s head. “We’re just going for a quick drive, we’ll be back soon.”
“Can we take him with us?”
“The drive will excite him, so no.”
You gave Dodger’s head a quick kiss before following Chris to the garage.
Driving with Chris was always favorable, especially drives at night. It wasn’t the first time the two of you’d been driving at 1:12AM, but it was definitely the first time in pajamas. There was a sense of comfort being in a car in your pajamas with the love of your life, it felt like utopia. The two of you sang along to Ed Sheeran for a while before transitioning to soundtracks from various Disney movies. You didn’t feel tired, but at least your mind was off the surgery.
You smiled when you looked over at the man who clearly knew you better than you knew yourself. Two years you’d been together with Chris and you were still as happy as the day he asked you to dinner, you couldn’t imagine having to spend your life with anyone else. And honestly, if having troubled wisdom teeth was the sacrifice you had to make to have a life with Chris- so be it. You reached over the gearbox and slipped your hand into his, leaning over to kiss his cheek.
“You’re welcome,” he glanced at you with a smile.
You pulled your hand away and curled your legs onto the seat, leaning your head against the window. The soothing melody of the ‘Winnie the Pooh’ theme song played through Chris’ stereos and your eyelids slowly became heavier. Chris redirected his vehicle back towards his home and threw you another glance, whispering “goodnight.”
Now with color and all! After I animated and colored it in Adobe Animate then ported the video in After Effects to add the glow to the lasers. Woo-boy was that a little frustrating! Especially since I was using the program for the first time. But it must be done, especially since I plan to use AE for future animation.
I can say that I’m very pleased with this animation test. Gives me a little bit more confidence that the “Shard vs Metal “ animation project might not be so bad after all!
Big congrats to grads everywhere—especially the first class of graduates at IBM’s Pathway in Technology school. When the last note of Pomp and Circumstance rang out, these six pioneering students walked away with college and high school diplomas. The tech world is your oyster, P-TECH class of ’15!
A/N: Part 5B! Here’s some fluff after that angst. You can read the previous parts here: (‘Charlotte Rose’ - Part 1/Part 2/Part 3/Part 4/Part 5A) and (‘Drunk Minds, Sober Hearts’; ‘Baby Fever’; 'Memory Lane’; and 'Little Ones’ - Masterlist) Enjoy. X
Chris saw your daughter before he saw you; the nurses moved her to the NICU while they stitched you back up. Despite the preterm labor, your baby girl was a beautiful, healthy, and happy baby who came out of your womb with the ability to breathe on her own. She was still needed to be kept in the intensive care unit and monitored until she was strong enough to keep her temperature and feed. Chris was told she had to stay in there for a minimum of two weeks, but he didn’t care; he was just happy that both mother and daughter were fine.
Chris was now waiting with Jack, his parents, and yours to see you. You were yet to be moved to your ward and he was getting a little worried despite being told you were fine. He was tapping his foot so anxiously that Jack opted to sit on a chair instead of his lap. Finally, after half an hour- you were brought out to your ward and Chris could go in and see you.
You were still in a daze when Chris visited; he went in alone because he wanted some time with just you for a while before the rest came in. You were in more pain than you were when you were post-birth with Jack, obviously because you’d been cut into this time. But all that pain faded when you finally opened your eyes and saw your husband’s comforting face. The drugs may have been kicking your ass, but God, did you know he was the love of your life. He took your hand in his and kissed your knuckles, smiling when you managed a weak and tired one.
“Hey, you,” he whispered gently.
“Hi, you,” you mumbled, gently squeezing his hand.
“You really are stronger than I know I ever could be,” he told you.
“I’m not having another child,” was your response and he chuckled, making you smile. “How’s our girl?” You asked and his smile reached his eyes as he nodded. “Is she okay? There’s nothing wrong with her, is there?”
“No,” he shook his head, squeezing your hand. “She’s perfect, just like you and just like Jack.” You smiled. “Your girl is as strong as Charlotte Rose. There is nothing that will ever hold her down, she’s going to grow up to be the most inspiring person we’ll have ever known.”
“Charlotte Rose,” you repeated with a smile; that was perfect for your daughter. It was the first job you and Chris were working on together, and considering it was what you were working on when you went into labor- it made sense, especially after what Chris said. “Chris, do you-” You didn’t even need to finish your question, Chris had already answered it with a nod. “Charlotte Rose Evans,” you said and smiled. “You should go write it on her birth certificate.”
“I already did,” he admitted with a sheepish smile. “I kind of knew you’d want to name her after our first movie together, especially when we were working on said movie when you went into labor.” You chuckled softly because your husband knew you a little too well. “Plus I have a feeling our movie, Charlotte Rose, is going to win us an Oscar. So why not name our little miracle, Charlotte Rose too, seeing as she’s going to as treasured as the golden statue.”
“We really do have the same mindset, don’t we, Evans?” You entwined your fingers with his and he chuckled, nodding. “I’m really happy I met you, Chris.” You told him, feeling your eyes well with tears. “I honestly don’t know what my life would be like without you in it, I can’t imagine it’d be good or as fulfilling as it is now.”
“The feeling’s mutual,” he kissed your hand. “So you can imagine how worried I was about you after you went into the ward,” he chuckled when you did. “I thought I was going to lose you and I was panicking thinking about what I was going to do- how I was going to take care of two children without the love of my life. As much as I love Jack and Charlotte, there is no one I’m going to love more than you.”
“I am pretty awesome,” you smiled.
“You are the best thing in my life,” he corrected.
“You too,” you responded then heard a knock on the door. It was your parents and your son waiting to see you. “We should probably let them in,” you told Chris and he sighed with a soft chuckle. “Go on, Captain. We can have time alone when we’re old and gray,” you teased.
“It’s a date,” he kissed your forehead then proceeded to open the door for them. Jack started barreling towards the second your dad put him down, only to be caught by a chuckling Chris. “Bud, gentle.” He told him and Jack nodded as he walked your son over to you.
“Mama,” he gently hugged you when Chris put him down on your bed. You hugged him back tightly, ignoring the slight stings your wounds gave you. “I’m so proud of you!” He grinned when he pulled away; you smiled at Chris knowing it was what Chris told him to say. “I saw Charlie, she’s so cute! I can’t wait for her to come home to play with me.”
“She’s beautiful,” your mom and Lisa said simultaneously.
“Congratulations,” your dad and Bob smiled at you and Chris.
You and Chris shared a smile, holding Jack close between the both of you. “Thank you,” you both said then shared a sweet kiss. Your beautiful family of four- including Dodger- was now a perfect family of five. Neither of you could ask for anything more; you had two beautiful children, the perfect half as your partner, and you were working with said perfect half on a movie that was surely to bring in Oscars. All was well for the Evans/Y/L/N duo, and all would be well for a long, long time.
Prompt: Can you do an imagine where the reader is a werewolf and is also dating Isaac and when he leaves after Allison’s death she still is heartbroken so when Brett and Liam argue when he first arrives, she stops it and Brett takes a like to the reader and you can do the rest?
“Isaac, please. I-I can’t stay here without you. I can’t do this alone.” I cried. Tears rolled down my cheeks in thick streams as I stared into the eyes of the first boy I ever loved. His own tears threatened to spill over as he faced me.
“Y/N I promise you’ll never be alone. As long as I’m alive I’ll always be with you but I can’t be here. There’s nothing here for me anymore.” My heart broke at his words and I felt as if he’d slapped me across the face.
“Not even me?” Isaac sighed and looked down at his feet. “You loved her didn’t you?”
"Didn’t you?!” A sad expression crossed his face and I felt the last piece of my heart shatter as a realization hit me. He loved someone else. All the times he said he loved me, he was in love with Allison. Her death broke all of us and she took a piece of us all with her, but she took his heart. Which meant he had nothing left for me. “Goodbye, Isaac.”
“Y/N, I’m sorry.” He said as I walked away. I looked back and gave him a sad smile.
“So where’s the little firecracker?” I asked as I sat next to Scott and Stiles. They gave each other a look before smiling at me.
“If you’re talking about Liam he’s probably off eating someone’s bunny.” Stiles quipped. I chuckled at him and Scott gave me a careful look.
“How you feeling today, Y/N.” He asked softly.
“I’m fine, Scotty. Thanks for asking.” I replied sincerely. Even if I wasn’t one hundred percent fine, I was getting there. It had been quite a while since Isaac left to London with Chris but the wound on my heart still hadn’t healed. Scott checked up on me every once in a while, especially the first couple of months. My emotions were unstable and I could barely control my shifting. At times Scott would have to use alpha commands to calm me down. But even that reminded me of Isaac, the way Scott used to do the same for him. I could help most of the time if necessary in calming him down, but the only person who could succeed for me was Scott. I was grateful that he hadn’t given up on me.
“Brett!” Our heads whipped around to see Liam walking out of the school looking very tense. The rival lacrosse team climbed off of their bus and Liam stopped in front of one of them. The three of us scrambled away from our table closer to the beta just in case he blew a casket in front of everyone. Liam’s shoulders squared as he stared up at the other boy who I assumed was Brett.
“Scott.” I whispered worriedly. He gave me a look that said to wait and see what would happen and I did.
“I just wanted to say… have a good game.” Liam stated sharply, sticking his hand out for Brett to shake. I exhaled shakily in relief only to become tense again as Brett laughed in his face. The crowd that formed chuckled along with him.
“That’s cute, Liam. Is that what they told you to say in anger management? Apologize and everything’s fine?” I could hear Liam’s heart pounding in his chest as Brett looked down on him. “You demolished Coach’s car.”
“I paid for it.” Liam all but growled, his chest rose and fell heavily and I could see his jaw clenching from where I stood.
“Yeah, you’re gonna pay for it.” Before anyone could stop me I was running to Liam. I could feel that he was about to lose it but one of the Lacrosse members from their team stood in my way.
“Move it, asswipe.” I sneered. He chuckled and I glanced over to Liam.
“We’re gonna break you in half out there. And it’s gonna be all your fault.” The scent of blood hit my nose and I glanced down at Liam’s fist. I could see a drop of blood fall as his claws dug into his palm. I pushed the guy in front of me out of the way and reached him just as Scott and Stiles did. I stared up at Brett and gritted my teeth.
“Leave him alone. Or you’ll be the one who’s broken in half. Then who’s fault will that be?” I sneered. Brett looked down at me with a smirk that made my blood boil. I had to admit he was insanely attractive but his attitude was ugly as hell.
“What are you his bodyguard? Or are you his girlfriend?” Brett smiled when I narrowed my eyes at him. “Why don’t you leave him behind and come play with the big boys for a chance.” Before I could stop it my hand rose quickly and I slapped him across his face. A series of “oh’s” came from the small crowd and Brett’s jaw ticked.
“What’s wrong? You said you wanted to play.” I stated innocently. He chuckled a bit and stepped closer to me.
“That was cute. Do you always play rough?” I couldn’t help the growl that slipped past my lips and Brett narrowed his eyes at me.
“Woah there, Y/N.” Stiles rushed, wedging himself between me and Brett. He and I made eye contact once more before I turned to Liam. His heart pounded harshly in his chest as Stiles rambled to the team.
“Scott we have to get him out of here.” Liam’s eyes flashed back and forth between yellow and blue and I grabbed the back of his head, forcing his head down so no one noticed.
“I got it. Are you good to stay here?” I rolled my eyes but nodded as Stiles stumbled back and they ran off with Liam. I turned back to Brett who smirked at me before walking to the other locker room with his team.
“I don’t care if he’s a foot taller than me, I think I can take him.” Liam stated as Brett pulled his t-shirt over his head. I caught myself staring as his muscles flexed before they were covered. He paused for a moment before looking up at me and I looked away just as fast. When I thought it was safe I glanced back to see a small smirk on his lips. “You think he’s hot don’t you?”
“What?” I jumped and turned to Liam before I realized he wasn’t talking to me. Mason looked at his best friend and scoffed.
“What? Definitely not. No, no way…” He looked back at Brett and paused. “Maybe. Yeah, maybe a little.” I snorted.
“He wants to destroy me.” I glanced at Brett who was looking over again as he pulled his jersey over his shoulder pads. Instead of looking away I watched as he sent a wink in my direction. I rolled my eyes and looked back at the freshmen.
“I think you could definitely take him… and then give him to me.” Mason stated making Liam and I laugh. “Hey, Y/N, maybe we could take turns.”
“What makes you think I want anything to do with Brett?” I scoffed. Mason gave me a look that said he called bullshit.
“You’ve been looking over there more than I have and I’ve said how hot I think he is out loud.” He stated. Liam rose his brow at me and I huffed before walking away from the two. I didn’t get far before I felt someone tapping me on the shoulder. I turned around and saw Brett behind me.
“Hey, Y/N right?” He smiled. I eyed him curiously trying to figure if he was messing with me beforehand.
“Yeah… hi?” I replied, cupping an elbow in each palm. “What are you doing over here?”
“I just wanted to say that I’m sorry about what happened this morning. Whatever goes on between me and Liam has nothing to do with you and you didn’t deserve that.” I stared up at him in shock. The last thing I expected was what felt like a sincere apology.
“Well, I really appreciate the fact that you came over to apologize. I can say it’s not what I was expecting, I figured you’d be a huge dick.” I stated with a small smile. Brett smiled back and laughed a little.
“Yeah, I kind of have a thing for pushing people’s limits.” The referee blew his whistle and we both looked towards the field then back at each other. “Well, I have to go. Maybe we’ll see each other again sometime soon.”
“Yeah, maybe.” I smiled.
“Maybe after the game? Are you busy?” The question caught me off guard honestly. After all, this was the same guy who literally threatened to break Liam in half and didn’t look playful at all. If I hung out with Brett what would that do to my relationship with Liam?
“Umm… I’m not sure. If you try not to target Li out there maybe I’ll give you my number. Find me after.” I stated. Brett smiled and nodded.
“I can’t make any promises. Wish me luck.” He winked before pulling on his helmet and running onto the field.