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“Hey, Dean. Have you seen,” Sam started, but promptly started choking as Dean walked by him.

“Dude. You smell like sex. You didn’t bring a random girl back to the bunker, did you?” Sam pleaded, trying desperately not to cover his nose.

“Not random. Nope,” Dean responded as he crossed the kitchen.

“Speaking of girls, you seen Y/N? She didn’t sleep in her room last night. She must’ve been enjoying her unattached drifter Christmas too,” Sam chuckled.

Dean narrowed his eyes at Sam before answering. “Yeah, I’ve seen her. And she most certainly was,” Dean smirked to himself, heading for the coffee.

“Man. You didn’t?” Sam asked.

“Oh I did. Have you seen that girl? I’m pretty sure I love her,” Dean confessed.

“Love?” Sam scoffed.

“What?” Dean shrugged, reaching for the coffee pot.

Just then you stepped into the doorway in nothing but one of Dean’s button ups.

“Mornin’,” you yawned, stretching your hands above your head.

Dean turned to look at you at the same time Sam lifted is head.

“Damn,” they both muttered.

Dean glared at Sam again before setting down his coffee and closing the gap between you.

“You look beautiful in that,” Dean said, grabbing his shirt and yanking you against him roughly. His lips met yours in a passionate kiss, leaving you breathless.

“I’m out of here,” Sam mumbled, slipping out the door.

You laughed and looked at Dean. “You’re all about those chick flick moments aren’t you Dean?” you teased as you held him close to you.

“Only when it comes to you, princess,” he confessed, looking into your eyes.

You held his gaze for a moment before he spoke again.

“Only me huh?” you retorted.

“I can’t help it if I’m a hopeless romantic,” Dean shrugged.

“Prove it,” you challenged.

Dean practically growled as he hoisted you up, causing you to squeal and wrap your legs around his waist.

“Thought I did a pretty good job proving it last night, Y/N,” he rumbled, nipping at your neck as he pushed you against the wall. “But I’ve got no problem proving I love you again,” he whispered, his lips finding yours again.

You gasped at his words, but his lips swallowed yours before you could respond.

“No more unattached drifter Christmas?” you mocked as Dean carried you down the hall.

Dean chuckled, low in his throat.

“Only if it’s with you,” he growled, kicking his bedroom door shut and tossing you on the bed.

“Deal,” you agreed as he crawled over you once more, a look of love and devotion crossing his face that you had missed last night.

As Dean’s lips met yours tenderly, you couldn’t help but think maybe he really did love you.

And you couldn’t wait for him to prove it.

Dating Jacob Portman would include: 

a/n: wow i’m so bad at these but people give me requests so here it goes

- you would definitely be 10000x shorter than him cause that boi is tall as frick

- wearing his clothes OBVs

- you giving him cute kisses on his nose and cheek 

- he doesn’t like it because it’s his things to do

- you like doing them too much but he gets mad

- when he’s jealous oH LORDIE

- he only watches you from afar with narrowed eyes as another guy flirts with you

- why? because he knows you’ll shoo the guy off, which you did

- after, he pulls you extremely close to him, gripping your sides with a small smirk on his face 

- i mean kissing would be wonderful bc his lips would be so soft, dude

- you two being together would save emma a heartbreak, okay

- everybody would be teasing you two

- his parents would love you, they would treat you like their own daughter

- your parents would be strict, but your dad wouldn’t be the tough one, it would be your mom, i think so :D

- he would of course be very awkward around them

- his hair, his hair, his HAIR would be like a forest for your fingers when making out

- there would be so many pictures of each of you on the other’s phones

- your friends would send you pictures of you together, LOTS of them

- if on social media, you would post something once in a while with jacob and there would be a cute caption

- lots of comments like “gOALS”

- he would be such a virgin, DUDE

- and you too, ofc

- your first time together, and ever, would be awkward and giggly

“oh shit, boobs”

- hickeys, can you hear me, HICKEYS MAN

- and he would smirk when he would see them after

- he would cherish you so much, oh my god

- i want a jacob portman

“Do you have any nicknames we don’t know about?”

Jared frowned, shaking his head. “I don’t think so. Y’all know all the names Jensen has for me, there aren’t any secret ones.”

The fan at the mic raised his eyebrows. “That’s not what your wife said at her panel.”

Jared bit his lower lip, narrowing his eyes accusingly. 

“What the fuck did Y/N tell y’all?”

Giggles spread through the hall as Jared’s expression became more worried.

“Oh nothing,” the fan said, grinning before adding, “Padabunny.”

The crowd finally let themselves laugh as Jared burst out laughing himself, surprised that you’d shared that name with everyone.

“Did she at least tell you why she calls me that?” he asked, and murmurs of ‘no’ came from the fans. “Okay, so. It started when we were teenagers…”

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You smiled as the sound of your daughter’s giggles floated throughout the bunker hallways closely followed by your husband’s chuckles. Two sounds you were sure you’d never tire of hearing.

You couldn’t help but follow the laughs, curiosity getting the better of you as you strolled towards the playroom. The room once an old bedroom that Dean insisted he had to convert for his little girl.

“What are you two up to?” You smiled when you found them, both crossed legged on the floor as toys circled around them.

Dean looked up at you with a seductive smirk, his eyes narrowing and voice lowering. “I’m Batman.”

“No Daddy, I’m Batman!” Her little voice corrected him, an adorable pout on his lips.

You repressed a laugh as you could see how much his next words pained him. “Fine, fine. I’m Robin.”

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Dean had been hit by a truth telling spell. He had been spewing his deepest darkest secrets without a care in the world. There was one thing you wanted to know, and as much as you knew it was taking advantage of the situation, you had to know what Dean Winchester thought of you.

You looked at him as he fiddled with his gun, taking it apart and putting it back together again to keep himself from talking.

“Dean?” you questioned, touching his thigh gently. “I’ve got a question.”

He looked up at you expectantly. “Shoot, princess. I’m a straight shooter today, so it’s your lucky day,” he smiled.

“What do you really think of me? Like why did you let me come with you and Sam? You have no ties to me. I’m not blood. Why me?” you sighed finally.

Dean narrowed his eyes at you before he opened his mouth.

“I love you,” he stated simply. He looked at you like it was the most obvious answer.

“What?” you breathed, staring at his dark green eyes.

“You’re awkward and weird, and I fucking love it. You exude a confidence that is sexy as hell because you don’t give two fucks about what anyone thinks about you. You like what you like whether I tease you about it or not. You stand your ground and that is a huge turn on. You don’t let me being an ass sway you from being you. And I love you and all your quirks. Shit, I love every damn thing about you,” Dean breathed out, staring into your eyes.

You stared at him, but before you could respond, Sam came through the hotel room door.

“Is it done?” you asked. “Is the witch dead?”

Sam nodded. He looked exhausted. “Yeah, about thirty minutes ago. I’m gonna hit the shower. Dean you alright?” Sam asked Dean.

Dean nodded as your eyes met his, a look of confusion spreading across your face. “I’m way good, dude.”

Sam nodded curtly and went into the bathroom, closing the door behind him.

“Thirty minutes ago?” you breathed out.

“Yeah. I felt it,” he laughed softly, looking into your eyes.

“And everything you just said,” you barely whispered.

“The absolute fucking truth. I’m tired of pretending like it isn’t, sweetheart. That truth spell made me realize that I couldn’t keep it from you anymore. I’ve loved you from the minute you ganked that vamp,” he chuckled at the memory.

“I distinctly remember you telling it to ‘suck on that’ right after you separated its head from its body,” Dean smiled. “I knew right then you weren’t like other hunters. You’re different, and I love it,” Dean swallowed. “I love you,” he reiterated.

You stared at him, desperately trying to blink away the tears. Your weird awkwardness had always kept you in the friend zone with most guys. Most weren’t able to believe that a girl like you existed, a girl who loved video games, writing, rock music, and loved any movie that was quotable, so they always kept you at an arms length.

You thought Dean had been another guy to stick you in the friend zone, never getting any other indication from him, until now.

“You don’t believe me,” he mumbled, stepping closer to you.

“It’s not that,” you started but before you could finish, Dean’s hand landed on your neck and pulled your lips to his. He pressed his lips firmly against yours as his arm snaked around your back and pressed you into him, like he wanted the two of you to become one.

You wrapped your arms around this shoulders melted and into him. His lips and roaming hands confirmed everything his mouth had just confessed.

Dean Winchester loved you and all of you. How did a girl like you get so damn lucky?

“Were you ever going to tell me I had a son?” Sirius asked with a tone that made the hairs on your neck stand in irritation. 

Clicking your tongue, you leaned forward from your spot across from him. Remus had thrown the two of you into a room in hopes that there could be a possible reconcile between you. “Forgive me, Pads. It must have slipped my mind to make a trip to Azkaban to give you the information that I carried your son for nine and a half months.” Crossing your arms, you narrowed your eyes towards him. “Silly me.” 

You caught a glimpse of a smirk before it vanished from his expression. “Could have sent an owl or something.” 

“You’re unbelievable.” You growled. 

“And you loved me.” 

Looking away from him, you stared at the ceiling, muttering the next few words. “I still do.” 

Sam’s uncharacteristically chipper when he saunters into your humble one-bedroom apartment. 

You’re boiling spaghetti noodles, twisting your hips to the strains of Twilight Time playing on the oldies station.  It’s almost midnight and you’ve worked late, the day-to-day worries of the job are still corrupting your mind. The only sure fire fix is wine and pasta and the classics on your favorite radio station.

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Rich stared at his phone screen, huffing slightly.

“I don’t understand,” he mumbled, typing away on the device.

“Don’t understand what?” You inquired, peering at him from your spot on the couch.

He quirked his eyebrow and frowned.

“Why am I always portrayed as a corgi? Why not something like a german shepherd, or a golden retriever?”

You narrowed your eyes before bursting into laughter. “Really? Rich, look at you, and then look at a corgi. They’ll be the same picture. And anyways, corgis are cute, lovable, and funny, just like you.”

Rich’s lips lifted into a smile.

“So I’m cute?”

“I said, leave me alone!” Without hesitation, you threw a shard of a mirror you had just broken. Your eyes narrowed as Peter caught the glass in the nick of time, the shard just barely touching the skin of his neck. 

“It’s not nice to throw things, [y/n].” He said in his arrogant tone of voice. 

Your jaw clenched, “If you don’t leave me the hell alone, I will kill you.” 

Smirking, “Don’t make promises you can’t keep, love.” 

Imagine Chris admitting he loves you.

“I still can’t believe you’ve tricked me yet again into coming to one of these things,” you muttered bitterly as the limo slowed to a stop in front of the red carpet entrance. “Don’t you ever get sick of being mean to me, Evans?” You narrowed your eyes at him and he chuckled. “You know- one day, I am going to say enough and walk out on you.”

“I’ve got legs, I can always chase after you.” Chris responded with a charming smile; your stomach fluttered. “And I didn’t trick you, you offered. You always offer,” he reminded you and you glared at him. “After- of course-” he suppressed his handsomely smug smile, “the round of drinks I always buy you.”

“I should know by now that you are never that generous for no reason,” you bit back your smile as you pretended to scowl at him. “That’s the last time you’ll fool me, Evans.” You told him and he chuckled because he knew it wasn’t true. “I am never drinking with you again.”

“I’m sure we can agree to disagree on that.”

You rolled your eyes at him then turned to look out the window. The angst build in the pit of your stomach when you saw the hundreds and thousands of people waiting to catch a glimpse of the arrival of A-List celebrities like your best friend, Chris Evans. You didn’t want to be there, you never wanted to be at any of the events he took you to- unless it was a MCU event where you could meet the rest of the MCU cast- but you went each time, letting him think he ‘tricked’ you into going because you enjoyed spending time with him. The truth was that you were in-love with your best friend.

“Can you do me a favor and not say anything stupid this time?” You told Chris as the two of you got ready to get out of the limo. He raised an eyebrow for you to elaborate, “I’m talking about the dumb couple jokes. I don’t want to trend on the internet or get hate messages from your fans because you act like we’re a couple when- we’re just friends.”

“Ouch,” he chuckled. “Are you friend-zoning me, Y/N Y/L/N?” He quizzed and you rolled your eyes with an indifferent attitude even though you were screaming ‘no’ on the inside. “I wish I could but- I like the way you smile when I tell my stupid couple jokes.”

“Chris, I’m being serious,” you warned.

“So am I,” he smiled and you heaved a sigh. “C'mon.” He took your hand, and sparks flew as he pulled you out of the limo with him. The cameras flashed as the paparazzi, fans, and reporters called your names; you were a nobody but you’d been to too many of these things with Chris for them not to know you. “Just smile and breathe,” he whispered into your ear, letting go of your hand to touch the small of your back.

You ignored the tingles his touch was sending through your spine and quipped, “I know what to do. You’ve tricked me into coming to these things enough, I might as well be a regular.” You heard him chuckle softly in response as the two of you made your way down the long carpet.

“Chris Evans! Y/N Y/L/N! Over here!”

“Chris! Y/N! Over here, look over here!”

“Look over here, please! Yes, on your right!”

“I don’t know how you do this all day,” you murmured to Chris while smiling for the cameras. “Don’t you feel like your smile becomes less genuine with each shot?” You quizzed and he laughed. “No, seriously though-” you stifled your own laughter, glancing up at him. “It’s only been a few minutes and I can feel myself faking it already.”

“Let me help with that,” he said then whispered in your ear. “You look really beautiful tonight, Y/N.” You felt your smile reach your eyes as your cheeks heated up. “See,” he smiled, “you’re back to the natural, heart-stopping smile I know you have.”

“Thanks,” you chuckled softly.

“You’re very welcome,” he chuckled softly.

“Over here, please! Look here!”

“Just look over here! To your left!”

“Another one, yes! Just one more!”

You and Chris continued following the representative down the carpet, smiling left, right, and centre for the cameras. Occasionally you were asked to stand aside so they could have single shots of Chris- which you understood and didn’t mind, what you didn’t understand was why he kept glancing at you with a love sick smile on his lips. The truth that you didn’t know was that he too, was in-love with his best friend.

“You ready for some interviews?” Chris asked when you returned to his side.

“I think that’s my question for you,” you chuckled. “I am not the famous one here.”

“Someone’s gotta keep me grounded, right?” He smiled and slipped his hand into yours, leading you towards the interview; her badge told you that she was from TMZ. “What’s the bet that her first question will be about our relationship?” He whispered into your ear.

“If you don’t want her to question our relationship,” you chuckled, “stop taking me to these things.”

“I didn’t say I don’t want her to, I’m just saying what’s the bet?” He asked and you rolled your eyes.

“Hi Chris!” The interviewer greeted him then smiled at you. “It is really good to see you here, and with such a beautiful date, Y/N right?” She asked and you nodded. “It looks like you’re his permanent date to all his red carpet events now, does that mean Captain America is off the market?” She asked and Chris squeezed your hand, alerting you that he won the bet that you didn’t even agree to.

“Chris and I are actually just friends,” you told her.

“Oh, I see-” the interviewer began but Chris interrupted.

“Well, actually,” he said and you felt your eyes narrowed as you turned to him. “Y/N is my best friend whom I’d be more than lucky to date if ever she gives me a chance.” He turned to you and smiled, creating more butterflies in your stomach as you tried to process his words. “She’s my permanent date 'cause I wouldn’t want to do this with anyone else.”

“Ohhh,” the interviewer said with a knowing smile then turned to a slightly lost you. “Y/N, I think Chris wants something more with you. Would you ever consider dating him or- are you fine with just friends?” She asked and waited for an answer, but you pulled Chris away before she could get one.

“If this is one of your couple jokes, it’s not very funny.”

“It’s not a joke,” he shook his head. “Look- I know it’s a stupid time to tell you this but- I’m in-love with you, Y/N, and I want to be with you for real. Why else do you think I’m always asking you to come with me to these events? I want to spend as much time as I can with you, in front of people so they can get used to us being together. So- you can get used to it,” he mumbled sheepishly. “I understand if you-”

Your lips were on his before he could finish.

“I’m in-love with you too,” you told him when you broke the kiss. The surprise and excitement on his face visible. “I’ve been wanting to tell you for so long now, I just didn’t want to ruin what we currently have.” You admitted and his smile grew. “But if you want to do this thing too then- I’m ready whenever you are.”

“You better be,” he chuckled as he gestured to the hundreds of cameras behind you. “'Cause I think as of a minute ago- we became official.”

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Prompt: Can I request a Pietro x Reader where the reader can control gravitational forces and is really into training and expanding their abilities? I know requests are closed and that you are super busy so if you can’t write it I understand. I love reading everything you write and look forward to reading more!!!

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Imagine: He gets possessive at the club

As soon as you walked into the dimly lit building a sudden heaviness pulled you back into a hard surface “Stay by me and don’t talk to anyone.” Jason yelled over the music, rolling your eyes you nodded briefly before dragging him towards the bar “What can I get ya cutie?” The bartender winked setting a napkin on the counter in front of you, Jason’s grip tightened on your hand as he stepped slightly in front of you “She will have a Coke and I’ll have an ice on the rocks.” Jason barked narrowing his eyes at the flirtatious bartender.

“I wanted a Margarita Jason.” You glared snatching your hand out of his, acting as if he didn’t hear you he handed you the Coke before taking his drink “Let’s go sit down.” He muttered reclaiming your free hand in his, he drug you to the VIP section where he always had a table reserved, it was hazy and reeked of weed and alcohol “I hate it in here, it reeks.” You complained as you slid into the booth.

“Do you want something to eat?” He asked raising his eyebrows slightly, simply shrugging you twirled your straw around the cold liquid in your cup, Jason sighed before his hand came over yours “I’m sorry okay, I don’t like it when guys do that shit to you, it drives me fucking insane. I’ll call the waiter over and order you a strawberry Margarita.” He smiled taking a sip of his drink “Am I forgive now kitten?” He asked with a hint of hope in his tone, sighing you looked into his eyes melting in your spot at the way they sparkled

“You’re always forgiven Mccann.”

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PETER PAN (ROBBIE KAY) X READER

Unfinished business

CHAPTER TWO

desc: Pan devises a strategy to escape the underworld with reader, but someone learns of his plan, and Rumple is soon to cause problems.

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He swiftly drew the curtains shut, eyes narrowed as he scanned the street for anyone watching, then he turned and smiled ear to ear.

“So, what do you think?” he asked.

“Peter…I’m not sure,” you sighed heavily.

You were slumped in a cushy chair in the back area of Gold’s shop, your legs tucked to your chest as you eyed Peter’s hopeful features.

“Splitting hearts. If they can do it, why not us?” he challenged.

“But, what about Rumple?” you said, closing your eyelids.

You felt him draw closer, he bent down on his two knees and held your hands in his.

“I won’t hurt my son again,” he whispered softly, his green orbs urging yours open.

Your eyes opened, pained as you bent forward, forehead touching Peter’s.

“But-” you paused, breath catching in your throat, “How do you know he won’t hurt you?”

Peter brushed his nose against yours, “If the time comes, I’ll do what is necessary, my love,” he breathed against your skin. “Now,” he said, pulling back with a little smile, “You better get going.”

You smiled at his smile, pecking him on the lips as he offered his hand.

“See you soon, my lost girl.”

“Goodbye, my lost boy.”

                                                      …

“Where have you been?” asked Emma curiously as she poured you a glass of orange juice and slid it down the counter.

“Er, library,” you tried.

“Oh?” Emma said, vaguely interested. “Did you catch Belle, then?”

You coughed nervously, “No, she was out.”

Emma nodded, “She’s seemed quite stressed after, well, you know…the baby.”

“I don’t blame her. Not after Rumple signed off her child,” you said dryly.

“Hey, kid,” Emma said in concern, “You okay? You’ve seen off with Rumple.”

You swung your feet against the bar stool, a strand of hair falling before your eyes.

“I don’t trust him,” you said, after a moment of thought.

An eyebrow raised, Emma put her elbows on the counter and bent forward. “He’s done some stuff in the past, I admit,” she said, “is he up to something now?”

Your eyes meet hers. She really did care for you, and in that moment you wanted to tell her, tell her everything.

“Emma, I-” you began.

“She feels scared that without Belle, Rumple will succumb to his old ways,” came a voice from the stairs.

Eyes drifting up, you caught Henry’s intense stare. Something in his eyes was knowing. 

“Don’t worry, we won’t let it happen,” Emma said. She then smiled at you & Henry,  “Well, I’m gonna catch up with Killian, you two stay out of trouble,” she said, downing her own drink and leaving the apartment.

As the door closed behind her, Henry turned away.

“Hey,” you said.

Henry kept his back turned, “Hey.”

“Do you…know, something?” you asked casually.

Henry climbed the stairs, emerging seconds later with the storybook in hand.

“What’s-” you started. Then suddenly, it occurred to you. Cheeks, flaring up red, you tapped the edge of your glass nervously.

Henry climbed down the stairs and took Emma’s stool.

“Hey, (Y/N),” It’s okay.

Your breath came short, “Huh?”

It made sense, after all. Henry, the writer, could see everyone’s stories. Even yours.

“I was letting the quill do the writing, I never meant to see it. But suddenly, there you were, with…him,” he said, rifling the pages until the book fell open to an illustration of Peter’s forehead to yours.

“Henry…” you trailed off.

“Save it. I don’t need an apology or explanation. You have nothing to be sorry for.”

“After what Pan did to you?” you gaped, eyes burning.

“That’s not the same boy I met on the island. That’s a man with morals and love in his heart,” Henry smiled kindly.

“Man,” you repeated softly. It sounded weird like that.

“How long?” he asked.

“Since the island.”

Henry’s jaw dropped.

“Oookay,” he said lifting his head and taking a deep breath, “Start at the start.”

So you did.

                                                       …

The sun was setting. The underworld was still as ever, flowers dusty and ashy like all the hope that had been lost around there. You really wanted to see Peter, but your visits had to be restricted to once a day, unless urgent.

And then, urgency came.

Rumple, coat billowing in the breeze, came swooping down the street.

“What’s the rush?” you said calmly from the curb as you kicked up little stones with your heel.

Rumple narrowed his eyes in annoyance, looking you over.

“Belle’s gone and pricked herself to sleep.”

“Oh.”

And then Rumple was gone in a cloud of purple smoke.

But where did he-

“No,” you gasped, heart sinking.

You were up in seconds, feet smacking the ground as you sprinted down the road, your hair catching the wind as you moved. But you knew Rumple had made it there first. Rounding the corner, you stopped breathlessly in front of Mr. Gold’s shop. To little to late, the sign on the window read, “Closed.”

Peter was gone.

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IMAGINE: It was…not love at first sight exactly, -but familiarity. Like: oh hello, it’s you. It’s going to be you. 

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She was, in one word, fucked. Completely and utterly fucked. (Y/N) looked around and saw Storm Troopers surrounding her, she quickly jammed everything in her bag and made a run for it. She knew she wasn’t going to go very far, but like hell she’s going down without a fight.

(Y/N) stopped suddenly though, it wasn’t her she knew, it was like something was controlling her. She saw a black figure walking past her and standing in front. Her eyes narrowed as she realized who it was. They stared at each other, neither of them knowing that something big was going to happen between the two of them. Kylo looked over her once, and then nodded to the Storm Troopers who came up behind her. “Bring her on board.” Two sets of arms clasped her own arms and dragged her to the carrier, but not without her fighting.

Once she was on board she realized how cramped the space was. “Do you guys ever get claustrophobic?” She asked one of the closer Storm Troopers. They looked shocked, “Are any of you going to answer me?”

The only answer she received was a blaster to her neck, “Jeez, alright.” She put her hands in front of her as a way of saying she surrendered. She felt the engine stop rumbling and she knew that she was inside the infamous Finalizer.

Two pairs of arms grabbed hers again and dragged her along a winding corridor. (Y/N) looked around and saw how institutional the place was. It was so clean, so pristine, so in order. They finally came to a door and once it opened they pushed her in. She turned back to them, “You know you could just say ‘here we are, just step in’,” she rolled her eyes, “no manners these days.”

(Y/N) turned back around and saw that there was a red-headed man and Kylo Ren. They looked at her stoically, no emotion whatsoever on their faces. Well Kylo Ren never showed any expression because of his mask. She saw no seats for her, so she stood. “Are you gonna talk? Or am I gonna talk? Because this whole silence thing is very awkward.” (Y/N) tugged the shoulder strap of her bag, “That reminds me, security is lacking. I mean they didn’t event take my bag, I could all sorts of weapons in here.” She jangled her bag. There was still no response.

“Okay, are you going to kill me or not?” She rolled her eyes when there was no response.

“(Y/L/N), a mutant that came from a galaxy that has always been mistook for as a myth. Yet that is no myth as you stand here.” It was the red-headed man that was talking. “How did you come to be here?”

(Y/N) shuffled awkwardly on her feet, “I got tired. It was the same old routine back home.” She looked at the two men, “I wanted something new, a challenge.”

The red –headed man made a noise, “Are you with the Resistance?”

(Y/N) grimaced, “No.” She made a thinking face, “Come to think of it, I don’t think that they’re aware of my existence. So kudos to you for being the first ones to find me.” She gave them a thumbs up.

“The First Order could do with someone with your talents.” (Y/N) was not the only one shocked with his offer. Kylo moved his head faster than light to the man who was standing near him.

“Hux.” He growled lightly.

“You have fascinating and useful skills, some skills that have never been seen in this side of galaxy.” Hux moved a step forward, “The job is yours if you want it.”

“What would you need me for?”

Hux told her what they needed from her. It was interesting to say the least. And it was different, working for the bad guys. “If I don’t accept you’ll kill me right?” She turned to Kylo Ren. He didn’t move, but she guessed that she was right. “Alright.”


It has been six months since she accepted their offer and she hasn’t regretted it once. Of course it’s been taxing, training everyday with new recruits, some of them could be dumb as a rock. But she liked it, it gave her power like she never experienced before. Hux was caring, as he could be. It was hard for him to portray emotion, but she knew that he favored her, made things easier for her. She missed home of course, she missed Tony and Wade, but otherwise than that she felt home.

(Y/N) walked to the balcony where she usually stood at night to think when she couldn’t sleep and was shocked when she saw a black hooded figure there. Of course. Kylo Ren. He was the bane of her existence…well for the first couple of months, after that she got used to him. Well more than used to. She began to have feelings for him, and that was something she was not expecting. He wasn’t even her type for goodness sakes!

She hated him of course, him and that stupid mask. But there was something deep down, something she didn’t want to dwell on. So she didn’t, she locked it up and focused on hating him because that was easier. Easier than admitting that she fell in love with. Easier than knowing that he could never love her back.

The thing that she didn’t know, as smart as she was, that he began to have feelings for her. It scared him, made him angry – a few people can definitely back that statement up. She didn’t notice the longing looks that he’s given her –partly because of the mask-, but mostly because she never looked at him. He came to accept that, the feelings that he had for her, and the fact that she would never return her love for him.

Type: Imagine

Pairing: 11th Doctor x OC

Prompt: From Anonymous: I need a oneshot please! Imagine the eleventh doctor accidentally saying something that makes you feel horrible and instantly regretting it and apologizing.

Start:

“Doctor! We can’t just leave them!”

You screeched following after The Doctor as he walked immediately to the console leaving you to close the doors with an annoyed snap of your fingers. The Doctor refuses to spare you a glance, looking at the controls as he flicks switches and presses button.

“Yes we can.” He countered, easily dismissing you. Your eyes narrow as you stomp up to him so that you were beside him. “Doctor, we can’t just let the inhabitants of that planet die while we fly away. We have to do something!” You yell in annoyance trying to figure out why he is so against saving these people.

The Doctor pulls down a lever angrily before turning to face you. “No we do not! These people are a fixed point in time. They are to die at a specific time and there is nothing I can do to change this. Let it go, (Y/N).” He said sternly, anger flashing in his eyes. But, you didn’t back down.

“So what? We change things all the time. Why not this time? You’ve changed a fixed point before. I’m sure we can do so-.” “No!” The Doctor burst stepping closer to you till you were both chest to chest. Both of you glaring at each other. “Those times were different.” “How were they different?” You asked in disbelief. “They just are! I can’t change everything!”

You ground your teeth. “Yes, yes you can. We can at least warn them! Or something!” The Doctor’s eyes were dark as he looked down at you, something in his eyes seemed to snap. “NO WE WILL NOT!” He roared at you making you flinch and look at him with wide eyes. “Maybe your little ape brain can’t understand but, this is my ship. What I say goes and we are not changing this! We can and will not! Do I make myself clear?!”

He yelled at you making you flinch back with every sentence. And when he was done he appeared to realize what he said and all the anger seeped from his body as he looked at you. Your eyes were glossy with unshed tears and your jaw was so clenched he could hear your teeth grinding. Your body was shaking slightly and when you realized he was done you blinked a few times making the tears fall. You sniffled.

His eyes were wide with panic. “(Y/N)? Love, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean-.” You held up a hand silencing him before lowering it before you took off running towards the corridor. “(Y/N)!” He screamed after you before chasing after you.

Your vision was blurry with tears as you ran as fast as you could through the endless corridors of the TARDIS. You kept making turns hoping to lose the Doctor but it was as if he knew your every move as his footsteps continued to follow you.

You finally reached a dead end making you glare up at the ceiling. “This isn’t funny, TARDIS.” You said coldly, not calling her Sexy as you usually would. You could hear his calls as he got closer and felt yourself shake as his words rushed back to you.

You walked to the corner and sat down before bringing your knees to your chest and wrapping your arms around them as you hid your face in them. Tears began running down your face as you remembered what he said.

Were you nothing more than amusement to him?

Were you so stupid as to believe he cared for you?

Were you nothing more than a guest on his ship?

Did you not share his bed?

Did you not kiss him?

Did you not hug him when he felt conflicted with Amy and Rory?

Were you not always there for him?

Apparently it was not enough as you had a little ‘Ape Brain’. After all he was the mighty Time Lord. You had no rule over him. You had no opinion.

Then, you heard the footsteps grow louder before they stopped and you knew he found you. “(Y/N), sweetheart?” He asked delicately before slowly walking towards you. You didn’t move hoping he would take the hint and leave you.

Of course he wouldn’t.

He moved and kneeled in front of you. “(Y/N)…” He breathed before reaching a hand out to you and as soon as his hand touched you, you shuffled away closer to the wall. He let out a strange noise as you moved away from him. A type of whimper it seemed.

“(Y/N). My love, I’m so sorry. I didn’t-I didn’t mean to say those awful things to you. I was just angry. I wanted to help them but, it was a fixed event. The thought of even trying to change it makes me… makes me want to heave. I’m sorry I couldn’t do anything, I’m sorry I was useless. I just wanted to do something and I felt horrible because I couldn’t. But, that was no reason to take it out on you. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean those things. I lost my temper and they just came out. Please, please don’t move from me. Please, please forgive me. I’m sorry. Please.”

He pleaded with you, his voice growing thick as he began getting choked up. You raised your head just a bit so that you could see him. He looked at you with tears as he swallowed thickly. It broke your heart to see him this way. And his sadness was evident. He felt genuinely sorry and looked genuinely terrified at the thought of you not forgiving him.

When he noticed he had your attention he spoke again. “I know I haven’t said it. I was terrified to. I’ve never been good at it either. I either wait too late or I’m just too afraid. But… (Y/N)? I love you. I love you and I can’t bare the thought of you leaving me because of this. Please forgive me.”

By the time he finished you were looking at him fully with wide eyes. You’d always imagined how he’d say those words to you. Admittedly, you never thought it would happen like this but… they happened. You sniffled before throwing your arms around him. “I love you too.” You said into his neck as his arms wrapped around you, holding you tightly.

“Do you forgive me?”

“Of course I do, Space Man.”

Fuckboy!Hoseok Teaser #3

“You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me,” he murmured, the back of his fingers gliding across my jaw before dropping limply to his side. My eyes narrowed, scanning his face looking for signs that this was another one of his jests but I found none. His expression was peaceful, his eyes crinkled as he smiled tenderly almost… lovingly at me. Everyone knew Jung Hoseok was a complete ruthless playboy; the word love didn’t exist in his vocabulary. If it did, it was a synonym for fuck. I had never heard Hoseok talk about anyone with even an ounce of emotion that resembled love. Lust, sure. But never love..

A/N: Because this is taking way too long, here’s another teaser. Aren’t you happy it isn’t as angsty as you thought? 

Imagine coming home to your husband, Chris singing to your six year old after she had a horrible day at school.

You were an hour and a half into your photoshoot with Vogue Magazine when Emily, your personal assistant interrupted with your cellphone pressed against her chest. From the look on her face, you knew it wasn’t good. You apologized to the photographer and followed Emily to a quiet corner while she explained the situation to you.

“Chris called, he wanted to tell you that he picked Arielle up early so you don’t swing by after expecting to get her.” She told you and your eyes narrowed with confusion. “There was an incident during recess between her and Alison Parker, she wouldn’t stop crying so they called Chris to come pick her up.”

“I am so sick of Alison Parker.” Your jaw tightened with a protective anger as you fought the urge to curse out an eight year old. With a slow and deep, inhale and exhale, you calmed down enough to talk civilly. “Is she okay? Did he say anything else?”

“He said that you should focus on your photoshoot and not let this distract you, he’s got it handled.” She informed you then said because she knew you better than most, “the car’s already waiting outside for you.”

“Thanks Emily.” You gave her a small smile then rushed to gather your things so you could go home to your six year old. “Vivian’s going to kill me tomorrow,” you muttered to yourself when you saw the look of anger in your publicist face after hearing the news from Emily.

“What is going on?” The photographer, Linus asked when he noticed you rushing to the door. “Where are you going, Y/N?!” He called out, running after you with a camera in hand. “We still have work to do!” You glanced over you shoulder and saw he’d stopped, waving his camera frantically. “You’re our cover girl!”

“I’m sorry but I have to go.” You called out as you got into the elevator. “It’s a family emer-” the elevator doors closed and you heaved a sigh. “Yeah,” you ran a hand through your hair, “I’m definitely going to lose that cover.”

It was about an hour’s drive from Vogue Magazine back to your house out in the Californian suburbs. The driver entered through your main gate and pulled to the stop at the front of the house. You spotted Chris’ car in the garage as you thanked Jason and got out.

“Hey,” you called out upon entering your house. “Chris?”

You heard light lullaby coming from upstairs and you followed the sound, it wasn’t until you were halfway up the stairs that you realized Chris was singing along to the instrumental version of ‘A Dream is a Wish Your Heart Makes’.

You peeked into your daughter’s bedroom where Chris sat on the bed with Arielle in his arms, rocking her gently back and forth. Your heart wrenched at the sight of her wet and puffy cheeks and reddened eyes, but you couldn’t help but smile at how adorable Chris was being with her. You always knew he’d make a great dad and every day since the day your daughter was born, he’d proved he was.

“Don’t let your heart be filled with sorrow,
For all you know tomorrow,
The dream that you wish will come true.”

Chris looked up from Arielle as he continued to sing and saw you standing by the door. He shook his head with a small smile like he didn’t expect anything less from you. You smiled back, beckoning your head as a gesture for him to continue singing.

“No matter how your heart is grieving,
If you keep on believing,
The dream that you wish will come true.”

He finished and pressed a kiss to the top of her head. We both knew she was about to fall asleep so you made no effort to disturb them. He continued humming the melody of the song as he rocked her until sleep consumed her. He carried her with him as he got off the bed then laid her down gently, covering her with her blanket. He kissed her cheek then tucked her Flounder plush under her arm before he carefully and quietly made his way over to you.

“Hey you.” He pecked you on the lips then turned around to join you in watching Arielle sleep. “She’s going to be okay.” He assured you as you sighed, wrapping an arm around his waist. “Are you?” He quizzed, looking down at you. “Vivian must be pissed you left the shoot.”

“It’s alright,” you looked up at him and kissed him. “There’s no place I’d rather be than here with the two of you.” You wrapped your arms around his neck and his hands landed on your waist. “You are really nailing this dad thing.”

“I don’t think so,” he chuckled softly. “I’m the reason our daughter is getting bullied,” he said then winced when you frowned in confusion. “You were right about not naming her Arielle.” He told you and you laughed. “Shhh!” He chuckled, covering your mouth with his hand and leading you away from Arielle’s room. “What,” he defended himself, “I thought it was cute- plus- we conceived her while watching The Little Mermaid. Everyone thinks that it’s a cute name with a cute story.”

“That’s because you’re Captain America and nobody wants to tell you how weird you and your wife are for having sex while watching a kid’s movie.” You chuckled and he threw his head back, laughing. “Honestly, as soon as she’s old enough- I’m going to let her rebrand herself so she can avoid the constant Little Mermaid jokes.”

“She doesn’t even have the exact same name!” He protested. “I added the E and L, it makes a difference.”

“You’re such a dork,” you laughed.

“But you love me anyway,” he smiled.

“Yeah,” you smiled, “I do.”