final gif for the night i promise

Every night I crawl into his bed to watch him sleep.

Last night was different.

The mutts came for him until I screamed. His comfort became wings. His shushes, promises. My fingers wound around him and his fingers inched inside me, coaxing me to come to him.

All night we came.

Our bodies entwined, we finally slept.

This morning I found him sitting in the doorway, watching the rain. Wordlessly, I joined him.

The door is unyielding, sturdy. The rain, soft. My eyes fall to his hands, and I think about all they make.

If he asks, I’ll tell him.


Imagine telling Chris you love him for the first time.

A/N: Finally had some time to just sit and write, so here’s that request from @createdbytinyaddiction. I hope this meets what you requested, my mind’s kinda in holiday mode.

The sun rose over the Manhattan skyline as you awoke from your sleep. Your eyelids fluttered open and you smiled when you remembered you were still camping out in your living room in the fort that you’d made with your boyfriend, Chris, and his adorable co-star, Mckenna, on Thursday night after their movie ‘Gifted’ premiered at the New York Institute of Technology. You’d promised her the last time you saw her at the Los Angeles premiere that you’d let her have a sleepover at your apartment after the New York premiere. She’d been wanting to see your apartment for a while now, from the moment Chris told her about how you had the most beautiful workspace with the prettiest teal blue typewriter- she’d been begging you to see it. Mckenna showed a great deal of interest in creative writing, so it didn’t surprise anyone that when she met Chris’ writer girlfriend that she’d cling onto you.

You didn’t mind though, you found her incredibly adorable and sweet. You remembered meeting her at lunch after she was casted, you’d fell in-love with her immediately. Chris had brought you along because he’d bring you everywhere with him if he could, and usually he could- you were a freelance writer, you could work from anywhere at any time. But you also knew the real reason he’d brought you along was to see you around kids; he was a family man who wanted a family of his own eventually, so he had to make sure the one he was going to settle with had the same family oriented values that he did. Now he knew you had nieces and nephews like he did, but he’d never really seen you with them as you’d only been dating six months. The two of you were still in the honeymoon phase where it was all about the two of you and no one else mattered. You’d met his parents and he’d met yours, but that was it. You were both yet to meet the rest of each others’ families, though plans had been made for the Fourth of July.

Despite the relationship only being six months old, you were both pretty sure about each other already. Even before the meeting with Mckenna went down, Chris had no doubt about you because he knew you shared the same mindset as he did. You may not have been as big a kid person as he was, but you did believe in doing things for the ones you loved and you loved Chris. If he wanted children, you’d have children. Be it for him, or with him- you’d do it because the love you carried for him was indescribable and unconditional, and it was enough to erase any fears and uncertainties that you had about having kids. Before you met Chris, you didn’t understand what your mom meant when she said “when you meet the one you’re meant to be with, you’ll want kids.” After meeting Chris, her words had never been more clear.

The only thing now that was standing in your way of getting that happily ever after was yourselves. Neither of you were fearless enough to push past the concept of time, you both worried that things were progressing faster than they normally should therefore preventing you from professing your love for each other. He didn’t want to scare you away and you didn’t want to scare him away, which was ridiculous because neither of you had plans to go anywhere. One of you just needed to find the guts to pass that first 'I-love-you’ barrier then things were going to fall right into place and you’d both live happily ever after.

“Morning,” you heard Chris whisper as he rolled onto his side, draping his arm over your stomach. You turned to face him, pressing your hand against his stubbly cheek. “How do you always look so beautiful so early in the morning?” He quizzed with a sleepy smile that made your heart flutter.

“I just watch and learn from you,” you answered then giggled when he chuckled. “How’d you sleep?” You asked, running your fingers through his hair which was so much fluffier when he didn’t have any product in it. He groaned as he stretched and you knew sleeping on something other than a bed was starting to take a toll on the body. “Think it’s about time we tear down the fort and sleep in the bedroom?”

“Probably,” he chuckled, resting his arm on your stomach again. “I do like sleeping in this fort though.” You nodded in agreement as you admired the interior; it was a lot prettier at night as there were fairy lights you could turn on. “Mckenna did a great job decorating it, I don’t think we could’ve pulled it off without the kid.”

“Neither,” you agreed with a nod. “She’s pretty talented, that one.” You smiled when you remembered you were having her over again soon. “I can’t wait to see how well my bake day is going to be with her as my sous-chef, I bet she’ll be more helpful than you.” He scoffed, pretending to be more offended than he actually was. “All you do is distract me, I never get anything done with you in the kitchen.”

“And that’s a bad thing?” He smirked and you laughed, squirming when he tickled your sides. “I’m the best sous-chef and you know it,” he poked your cheek and you rolled your eyes, nodding mockingly. “Say it, Y/N.” He tickled your sides again and you laughed. “Say I’m the best sous-chef, say it.” He urged as he continued to tickle you.

“You’re the best sous-chef!” You managed through your laughter and he stopped, wrapping his arm around your waist and pulling you closer to him. “You’re the best sous-chef, okay?” You caressed his face in your hand and you rested your forehead against his. “You’re the best sous-chef, the best actor, the best boyfriend. You’re the best everything, Chris,” you told him, smiling as you lost yourself in his kind eyes. “And I love you,” you whispered, completely unaware that that was the first time you’d ever told him that.

“What?” His eyes widened and his lips parted; he may have been waiting to hear those three words for a while now, but it still took him by surprise. “Did you just-” He cut himself off when he saw panic wash over you. “No no no,” he chuckled as he tried to calm you down. “Don’t um- Don’t freak out, Y/N. It’s a good thing, you love me. It’s- it’s fantastic.” You pulled away from him and sat up, burying your face in your hands. “Hey,” he sat up and placed his hand on your back. “Y/N, listen to me. I’m-”

“I’m going to go start breakfast,” you said and quickly scrambled out of the fort and to your feet. Chris followed you, chuckling softly. Your panic rose as you felt his presence right behind you. “Do you want pancakes?” You tried to quicken your pace only to have him stop you by grabbing your wrist in his hand. “You don’t want pancakes?” You mumbled nervously when he spun you around, eyes watching you with an intense gaze.

“Can you shut up for a second?” He asked and you pressed your lips together; he chuckled softly then smiled as he whispered, “I love you too.” Your heart rid itself of all that horror and panic, and sang a thousand melodies. “I love you so much, Y/N. You don’t even know how long I’ve been wanting to tell you how much. If you didn’t say it then, I would’ve said it at breakfast. I just-” he cut himself off, licking his lips. “You’re the love of my life and I’m in-love with you.”

“Are you sure?”

“Are you serious?” He laughed and you bit back your smile. “Yes,” he cupped your face tightly in his hands, “I am absolutely sure that I am one hundred percent in-love with you. I’m thirty-six, sweetheart. I wouldn’t be with you if I wasn’t sure you’re the one I want to spend the rest of my life with. I think I should be the one asking that question seeing as you’re the baby in the relationship,” he chuckled when you scoffed, slapping his chest ever so gently. “So are you sure?”

“I loved you even before you knew my name, Chris Evans,” you responded, wrapping your arms around his neck. He smiled, releasing your face to wrap his arms around your body to pull you as close as he possibly could to him. “So yes, I am very, very sure that I’m in-love with you.”

“Good,” he smiled. “Because I’ve got great plans to marry and spend the rest of my life with you.” You smiled and tipped your head, inching closer to his lips as he inched closer to yours. “I love you, Y/N.”

“I love you too,” you smiled then kissed him.

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Just A Little

Pairing: Sam x Reader

Word Count: 675

Warnings: Fluff

A/N: Thank you so much for the submission. Here’s what came to mind. Hope you like it.  P.S.This is placed before Sam met Jess.

Ever since high school photography had been a passion of yours and when your college professor assigned a portrait session, the first person who popped into your head was your best friend, who you secretly harbored feelings for.  You knew that Sam would make a wonderful subject. His face was always so full of expression.  The hardest part would be getting him to look up from his textbooks long enough to take the pictures you needed to have. You decided to ask him during your study session that night.

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* Requested - Reader accidentally let’s slip that they are a shape shifter and Rocket asks to see their true form. I had quite a few requests like this so enjoy!!! 💙🚀 *

“Keep calling me vermin tough guy! You just want to laugh at me like everyone else!” Rocket’s aims his gun at Drax who was being held back by Gamora.

“What the hell happened?!” You ask taking a step between the two men.

“Rocket you’re drunk, alright! No one’s laughing at you!” Peter states also stepping forward to try and diffuse the situation. You may not have known each other long but you knew how trigger happy Rocket could be.

“He thinks I’m some stupid thing, he does!” You could see Rocket’s frustrations growing and could hear the slight trembling in his voice. “Well, I didn’t ask to get made!” Your heart breaks slightly for him.
You had been there during the prison line up and over heard the fact that he was the product of illegal genetic engineering. If that wasn’t bad enough you had also seen the scars that littered his small body and the shards of metal that protruded out from under his skin.

“I didn’t ask to be torn apart amd put back together over and over and turned it to some… Some little monster!” Rocket’s slurring catches the attention of all of the people in the bar. You can see them peering over one another to catch a glimpse of the so called ‘monster’.

“Rocket,” Peter sighs tightening his jaw “No one’s calling you a monster.”

Rocket’s eyes widen and a look of disbelief crosses his face.

“He called me vermin!” He points to Drax. “She called me rodent!” He points to Gamora. You can see the tears he his trying to hold back. “Let’s see if you can laugh after five or six good shots to your frigging face!” He powers up his gun and you jump forward to stop him.

“NO NO NONONONONONO! FOUR! BILLION! UNITS! ROCKET! COME ON MAN, SUCK IT UP FOR ONE MORE LOUSY NIGHT AND YOU’RE RICH!” Peter screams really not wanting his new found crew members to kill one another. Rocket’s gaze wavers slightly as he thinks it over.

“Don’t prove them right.” You say quietly pushing his gun down. “Don’t do something stupid.”
Rocket looks at you for a moment before finally powering down his gun.

“… Fine. But I can’t promise that when all of this is done I’m not going to kill every last one of you jerks.” He holds eye contact with you for a second longer as he tries to control his breathing.

“You see! That is exactly why none of you have any friends! Five seconds after you meet somebody you’re already trying to kill them!”

Everyone looks at each other before walking away while you keep your eyes on Rocket. You couldn’t help but see a little bit of yourself in him. Despite your Terran appearance you weren’t what you seemed. You knew how it felt, to be laughed at… abandoned.

“You know… You’re not alone Rocket.” You whisper when you were sure nobody could hear you but him. “I know how you-”

“You have no idea how it feels!” He hisses.

“Actually I do. I am the only one of my kind. My family were quick to get rid of me once they knew I was different.”

“You’re a human! Your planet is crawling with people like you. You have no idea what it’s like.” Rocket growls slightly.

“I am not a human!” Your eyes widen slightly. You had never told anyone before now.

Rocket squints in confusion, looking you up and down. “You look pretty human to me…”

You sigh and take a seat. Might as well tell him. “That’s because I choose to look this way. My true appearance, it’s not like this. I’m a shape shifter. I thought that this appearance would make me seem more… approachable.”

“Oh… What do you look like then? The real you, I mean.” Rocket seems genuinely interested. You shake your head slowly.

“That doesn’t matter, besides… I need water if I’m going to be able to move around.”

“You’re a fish?” Rocket asks loudly raising a bushy eyebrow.

“Well, half fish I guess… A Mermaid actually…”

“I thought those were just a myth?”

“Well, there isn’t many of us left. When my family realised I was different they cast Mr out. Said they didn’t want any abnormalities in the families blood. Told me to never come back. So I didn’t.”

“… I’m sorry (f/n), I had no idea.” He looks down feeling slightly ashamed of himself.

“That’s the idea,” you laugh “so don’t go telling anyone. Keep this between us, okay? I just wanted to let you know you aren’t as alone as you think.”

He nods and smiles softly. “Thanks, and your family, they made a huge mistake. I know we haven’t know each other long but I can tell you’re a good person. It’s their loss and our gain. I bet you look good as a Mermaid,” He pauses for a moment debating on if he should ask you. “Show me sometime?”

You think about it for a while before nodding. You highly doubted that Rocket would be the one to judge you.

“I’ll tell you what, I’ll show you my real form if you promise not to kill anyone. Deal?” You smirk pushing out your hand to shake Rocket’s.
Rocket laughs and grasps your hand.

“Deal little lady, we should probably get going.”

Back on the Milano you sat in your room. Rocket sits across from you and watches you intently.

“Don’t laugh, okay?” You say slightly hesitant.

“(F/n), look at me. I’m in no position to laugh at you.”

“Okay… close your eyes.” You whisper.

Rocket does as he’s told and smirks “You’re not gonna run off and leave me looking like an idiot are you?”

“Of course not, you do that all on your own… Don’t need my help.“ You laugh.

"Oh haha toots, aren’t you funny. You done yet? ” Rocket smirks, he admired your sense of humour.

“Yeah, promise you won’t scream or anything?”

“We have already confirmed that I’m not gonna laugh or scream or run”

“Okay, open your eyes.”

Saying Rocket was stunned would be an understatement. Your legs had transformed into a tail covered in shiny (y/f/c) scales. The same coloured scales were also scattered around your eyes.

“Woah…” Rocket whispered taking the sight of you in. “You’re… You’re…” Rocket pauses trying to find the right word.


“Beautiful.” He smiles. He jumps up and slowly makes his way over to you. “Can I?” He holds out his hand and hovers it above your tail.
You nod and watch as he gently runs his small hand over your scales. He smirks and looks up at you.

“Why the flark would you want to hide this?” He looks genuinely confused “You’re absolutely beautiful. ”

Your cheeks turn red and you laugh lightly. “You’re pretty beautiful too. Even if I did keep this form I’d have to be in water to move - meaning I wouldn’t be able to travel with you guys.”

“Well,” he strokes your tail again “we can’t have that. You’re an asset to the team… Thank you by the way, for showing me this. I can imagine it was hard for you and I promise I won’t tell anyone.”

“Thank you Rocket, and thank you for saying what you did… No one has ever told me that before.”

“Well, they’re all idiots. Don’t know a good thing when they see it.” Rocket smiles at you before walking to the door. “I’ll let you, y'know. See you in a bit..” He steps out if the room and shuts the door behind him.

You laugh to yourself quietly as you transform back into your human form. Rocket was one of the sweetest men you had ever met and the fact that he didn’t care about your true form… The fact that he found it beautiful… You bite your lip to stop yourself from smiling. The small flutter in your heart and the tingle still left behind on your skin from his touch made your smile widen. However, you knew better than to focus on emotions right now.
There was time to think about all of that, but right now, you had an Orb to steal back.

Soul Mate 24

“The voice you hear your thoughts in is your soulmate’s but you don’t know who they are until you hear them speak for the first time.”

A/N: I promise this is the last filler! It’s just building up to the final…major scene? Or could I say arc? I’ll say arc. Part 25 is where shit starts to go intense once again, get your little angsty souls prepared for that! Enjoy! [GIF NOT MINE]

Warning: None!

Word Count: 3.1K+


There was something about the morning sky being blended with that of the night sky that made the General at ease. Maybe it was sort of a reminder that she had defeated darkness once before, maybe it was telling her that there’s always hope–after all, she liked to remind others of that–but who really reminded her? Anyone in the Resistance and New Republic would say the General is one tough soul. She’s gone through hell and back: lost her son to the dark side, lost her brother to exile, lost her husband to death, yet…here she was, being a brave and still doing what was right. No matter how fast her walls would crumble, there was always something there to rebuild it. That something being her brother and long lost niece, and now, you.

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It Hurts Like Hell
                                 - Part V

Kai Parker x Reader
Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4
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Y/N stared at her phone , unable to speak.
“What is it ?” Kai asked leaning in to see but Y/N turned off her phone and left it back on the nightstand. She could tell him in the morning.
“Nothing.” she said. “I’ll tell you tomorrow.. Right now I just want to be with you.” ***Not telling Kai straight away that Bonnie was back wasn’t the best idea but Y/N realised it too late. The next morning she woke up in Kai’s arms but instead of the usual good morning kiss and heart eyes he usually gave her , the Kai who was holding her was furious and anger was flashing in his eyes. Somehow he always knew when she was awake and there was no point in hiding it. Y/N reached to kiss him but he turned away.
“You know.” she said simply. “I was going to tell you this morning … I’m sorry.”
Kai’s silence was deafening and seemed to stretch on forever.
“Why?” he finally said.
“Because I am selfish.” she said grimly. “And I just wanted to be with you after spending nearly the entire day not knowing where you were or what had happened to you.”  She couldn’t even meet his eyes , whatever happened next was going to be her fault.  A few moments passed in complete silence , then Kai lifted her chin up to make her look at him.
“I’m not mad.” he said. “Well , I am but I also understand why you did that … it doesn’t make it OK and we will talk about this later , but now I have to leave.”
Y/N was more confused than ever. This was bad very very bad but at least he had waited for her to wake up before he leaves , unlike the day before.
“What ? Why ? Were are you going ?” Y/N asked curious , getting up right after Kai.
“I’m going to see Damon. Apparently Bon-Bon stumbled another Prison World…” he said while putting on his shirt. “I’ll be back soon.” Y/N took a few steps towards him and wrapped her hands around him quickly before he has had time to push her away.
“I really am sorry for not telling you earlier.” she mumbled. At first Kai didn’t hug her back and just stood there , then sighed and wrapped his arms around her , burring his face in the crook of her neck. Y/N didn’t want to let go of him but in the end there was no choice , she had to. She walked him to the door and watched him leave , just as she was about to shut the door Kai rushed back and pulled her into a kiss sweeping her off her feet.
“I love you.” he said , turning around and rushing down the stairs before Y/N has had a chance to say a thing.

                             *   *   *  

Classes that day felt like Hell.  Y/N couldn’t concentrate on the lecture and just kept glancing at the clock on her phone waiting for the day to be over. When finally that happened she just couldn’t wait to get home and completely decided to skip over the rave on campus. Last thing she needed was encountering Caroline who had shut her humanity off after her mother’s death.
Kai came home late that night , looking completely crushed. He had seen Bonnie and tried to apologise to her for everything he had done to her in 1994 , but things hadn’t gone well.  Bonnie had refused his apology.  He didn’t even seem to be mad at Y/N anymore.
Later that night she woke up only to find Kai starring at the ceiling with and empty expression , his eyes a little watery. He didn’t notice she had woken up , for a moment she wondered if she should let him know or not.  Kai turned towards her and without saying a word , just pulled her closer to him.
“You can talk to me about it , you know.” she said in a hushed voice. “Sometimes talking helps.”
Kai caressed her cheek and gave her a small smile.
“I can’t stop thinking about Bonnie…” he said.Y/N felt a little crack in her heart as Kai said those words.  She knew there was nothing there , but it still hurt her a bit. “All the things I did to her back in 1994… How I lied to her and left her all alone…” he trailed off.
Y/N snuggled closer to him.
“I want to try apologising to her again. I need her forgiveness…” he said , sadness in his voice. Kai fell silent for a long moment.  "Do you think she’ll ever forgive me?“ he asked.
Y/N thought about it. Bonnie was a forgiving person , but this time Y/N had no idea what her friend would do. There was a high possibility that Bonnie wouldn’t forgive him after all the things he had done to her.
“I don’t know …” she said finally. The next morning she found him in the living room buried in a bunch of old looking books.
“Morning.” Y/N said , resting against the door frame still in her pj’s which were one of Kai’s t-shirts.
“Hi.” he said smiling. It felt so nice to see him smile again. “Sorry , I’m a little busy babe , be with you in a jiffy.”
Y/N smiled and walked towards him to sit on the couch. She waited patiently until he was finished before talking to him. The books he was looking through looked somewhat familiar - latin writing , pentagrams and symbols drawn on the pages. Suddenly it hit her - those were grimoars. She brought up her knees wrapping her hands around them gazing at Kai. He looked nothing like the broken person he had been the night before. A moment later Kai turned towards her noticing how she had positioned herself on the couch.
“That’s very distracting.” he said smiling and leaned in to kiss her , putting his hand on her clasped hands, slowly trailing down her knee and sliding under her shirt his fingertips trailing on her tigh.  
“Oh … Kai…” she said , pushing him back on the couch climbing on top of him. His hands on her hips.
“Can’t help it.” he said pulling her closer to him. “You look so sexy wearing my shirt.” he whispered. Y/N felt her cheeks blush.
“So , what is all this about ?” she asked curious.
Kai sighed and pushed her off him , a serious look on his face.
“It’s about that other Prison World. You friend Caroline forced Stephan to shut off his humanity and Damon wants to get his mother out of 1903 so she can get his brother to flip it back.” he said , flipping another page. “Just have to find the right spell and the Ascendant… ”*    *   *
“You don’t have to do any of this , Kai.” Y/N said as he was about to leave for the Salvatore house. Kai and Damon had come to an agreement of sorts - Kai will do the spell to send them to 1903 as long as Bonnie goes along so he can prove to her he has changed. “I don’t want you to do this.” she said finally.
All day Y/N has had a pit in her stomach and a bad feeling about this whole thing. She knew her friends and their sudden behaviour change towards Kai seemed more suspicious to her than anything.
“I want to.” he said placing his hands on her waist pulling her closer to him. “I’ll be back in no time. Stefan will get his humanity which will lead to Caroline getting back hers and … maybe then Bon-Bon will that I have changed and forgive me for all the things I did to her.” he sounded so optimistic for a moment Y/N forgot about that bad feeling she had. Kai really wanted to make things right, she just hoped her friends had pure intentions towards him.
Y/N put her hands on Kai’s chest , feeling his heartbeat.
“Come back to me …” she whispered as Kai lifted her chin to make her look at him. Kai smiled , the most beautiful smile in the world capable of turning even the grayest day around. He pressed his lips against hers , burying his head in the crook of her neck.
“I will. Its a promise.” he said softly. “I love you.”
“I love you too , Kai.”
Y/N didn’t want to let go of him , she just wanted to for them to stay frozen in time - together.  Kai let go of her hand and she watched him go through the door , a part of her heart shattering. Something didn’t feel right.     
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Y/N waited and waited for Kai to come back that night. She called him a few times but it said “no signal” . Finally she couldn’t take it anymore and headed for the Salvatore’s , anger building up inside her with every passing moment. She pulled over and got out of the car trying to calm down - anger wouldn’t accomplish much.“Bonnie Bennett…” Y/N said walking into the Salvatore house. “Care to explain what you have done with my boyfriend?” she could barely contain her anger. 

Ever since Kai didn’t come home and Y/N had tried to call him over a dozen times without any luck … she knew something had happened. Specially considering Bonnie was standing before her , along with Damon who was pouring himself a drink.
Bonnie glanced at Damon who just raised his glass and drank it all at once.
“Where. Is. He.” Y/N nearly hissed at Bonnie.
“He is gone Y/N. You are not going to see him ever again.” Bonnie said calmly.
Y/N scoffed and rolled her eyes. Unbelievable. All Kai had wanted was to help them and earn Bonnie’s forgiveness and what did he get in the end ? He got stabbed in the back.
Y/N gave Bonnie a slap on the cheek so hard the sound echoed for half a minute in the house.
“I can’t believe you Bonnie , you too Damon. How could you do this to him? To me ?” she yelled at them. “All he wanted was your forgiveness and you had to stab him in the back because you couldn’t get it through your skull that he had  changed!”
“Kai hurt people , Y/N. He hurt me and even you ! People like him never change.” said Bonnie with the same calm voice not even phased by the slap she had just received.
Y/N shook her head. “You are such a hypocrite , both of you ! Judging him as if you’ve never done a bad thing in your life. Unbelievable. Damon gets what he wants no matter who gets hurt in the process , isn’t it ?”
“It’s for your own good too , Y/N.” said Damon. “Bonnie is right -”
“Shut up , Damon! I don’t want to hear another word from any of you.” she snapped back at him.
“Need I remind you he kidnapped you , stabbed you and left you for dead and if it wasn’t because of the merge you would be dead right now.” Damon said. “Then that time at the bar when he nearly killed that guy for looking at you the wrong way. Or maybe when I had to pull him off of you because he had his hands wrapped around your neck ready to kill you.”  
Y/N scoffed. Kai had a temper , yes , but the time Damon had pulled him off of her was an accident. Kai had felt so bad about it later , he was willing to do anything to make her forgive him and she had. Their relationship had had a rough beginning but Kai had proven over and over to her that he had changed … and whatever else he did - he wouldn’t hurt her. Not intentionally. Never.
“You are both absolutely delusional ! Kai is different around me , he would never hurt me , he might be new at feelings but I know he cares about me and loves me in his own way. And I love him just the way he is.” she said , trying to fight tears back. “Either bring him back or give me the Ascendant for 1903 and I will find someone to bring him back.” Y/N said starring at both of them , her hands crossed on her chest.

“They can’t.” said a female voice behind her.
Y/N turned around to find a middle aged woman with red hair dressed in clothes from the previous century.
“Who are you ?” Y/N asked confused.
“I am Lilly Salvatore. Damon and Stefan’s mother.” she said calmly.
Oh so that’s her. Great. Another problem to deal with. she thought. Kai had told her about the reason the 1903 prison world was created. Lilly and her friends - vampire witch heretics , had left so many dead bodies the Gemini coven had felt obligated to put a stop to all the bloodshed and had sent them away.
“Look , Lilly was it ? I need that Ascendant. Your son and his little sidekick ditched my boyfriend there and I want him back.” Y/N said slightly annoyed.
Lilly smiled at her. A genuine smile which caught Y/N a little of guard. She had half expected Lilly to jump at her and threaten her or something.
“That won’t be a problem. My friends are still there and Damon promised me we’ll to go back to get them. We can get your boyfriend back when that happens.” Lilly said with a smile.
Y/N turned towards Damon , eyebrows raised and a sarcastic smile on her face.
“Oh did he now… ” she said. Unbelievable , Damon was willing to cross his own mother just to get rid of Kai.  Y/N turned towards Lilly. “Good luck. Your son is a backstabbing l-”
She didn’t get to finish the sentence because Damon rushed over to her , putting his hand on her mouth.
“Excuse her , mother. She is upset about her boyfriend - the murderous psycho we left back in 1903.” Damon said.  Y/N tried to move his hand from her mouth but couldn’t. Finally she stepped on his foot with such a force he backed away a few steps , groaning in pain. She shot Damon a glare , wishing she could strangle him and turned towards Lilly.
“My name is Y/N.” she said picking a piece of paper from the desk near by. “Here is my phone number. Call me when your son decides to get your friends out of 1903.” she said and left the house closing the front door with a bang so loud it knocked over a painting near the door.


MASTERLIST March / April 2017 


TRUE ROMANCE IX + Book 2 of Soul Mate [also on AO3]

Summary: What if second chances did exist…except in another lifetime?

A/N: My dudes! I’d like to announce that the next chapter (or chapter 11, I can’t quite remember) will have clean smut…or at least, somewhat smut as i’m a shit at writing it but it’s a little heads up for those who aren’t so comfortable reading it. With that being said, here’s 9! Enjoy!

Warning: Slight profanity.

Word Count: 3.3K+


“We were going crazy! We called and called and called your phone, checked in with the front desk, called Rey like crazy–even Poe! Where were you?” Leia asked as she had her hand on her hips, Han simply sitting on the couch as Ben sighed, pushing his hair back.

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You’re Leaving? 

*wrote this in 10 minutes on my lunch break. Will fix the formatting and shit whenever I get home tonight*

You heard the rustle of the sheets and clothes, blinking your eyes open. You were still mostly asleep, exhausted and still a little drunk and blissed out from the night before. Of course Dean was getting dressed. Of course he was leaving. “You’re leaving?” You managed to mumble.

“You weren’t supposed to hear me.” Dean’s voice was soft, almost like he thought you were still asleep. “Didn’t mean to wake you.”

“So you are leaving then. I’m just another one night stand to you.” You shoved your face back in your pillow, sniffling a little, fighting back tears.

“Sweetheart, no.” Dean put a knee on the bed, stroking your hair back. “I was going to get you some of those breakfast things you love from the little bakery in town. You just looked too peaceful to wake up, that’s all.”

“Really?” You finally turned to face him. Looking into his eyes you knew he was telling the truth. He leaned down, brushing his lips gently against yours.

“Really. You’re so much more than a one night stand. I wish you’d see that.”

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have jumped to conclusions.”

“Shh. It’s ok.” He whispered, rubbing your back, lulling you back to sleep. “Go back to sleep, princess. I’ll be back soon. I promise.”

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Hello all. I would like to tell you something very personal about myself because I think all of you deserve to know this about me: I have been struggling with an addiction to hydrocodone over the past year. It all started last April right after my birthday when I found Vicodin in my parents medicine closet. I thought I would just try it out; 1 pill can’t hurt can it? It was one of the most amazing feelings I’ve ever felt in my life. It’s like you are wrapped in a warm blanket and all of your problems go away and you’re left in a happy, sleepy, warm state for about an hour. I couldn’t just do that once, though. I had to try again. So over the summer going into the fall I increased and increased my dosage every time I got high from 1 pill all the way up to 9 or 10 pills for one high. Then the pills were gone. I had no access to them. And the withdraws came. The spasms and sleepless nights filled with sweating and the worst headaches of my life. It was almost unbearable, but I finally got through the worst of the withdraw. I started getting my own and I promised myself I would be more careful and take it less often. And here I am now. I’m not an addict anymore, and I don’t take pills hardly at all anymore. It was a wild experience, and I wanted to share with all of you how taking opiates is not worth it. The feeling you get is not worth the aftermath it carved into you, both physically and mentally. So be careful, all of you.

“When someone’s been gone a long time, at first you save up all the things you want to tell them. You try to keep track of everything in your head. But it’s like trying to hold on to a fistful of sand: all the little bits slip out of your hands, and then you’re just clutching air and grit.”

― Jenny Han, To All the Boys I’ve Loved Before

Dear Jeon Jungkook,

I still remember you, you know? The way you used to tease me about how red I’d get under the sun. You thought I was sensitive to the heat and despite your teasing, you’d always make sure to offer me the iced bottles of water you brought along on our adventures with the hyungs we met. It was a sweet sentiment, but you never realized that I was red because of how flustered you made me. A particular favorite memory of mine is the way it felt to lie down

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#3. Goodnight, my angel (Cas, Reader)

summary: Castiel was no stranger to nightmares, but those he had suffered over the years were never his own. Until now.

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Castiel was no stranger to nightmares, but those he had suffered over the years were never his own. He despised the nights when Sam groaned in anguish against his pillow, paced carpets bare while watching Dean turn fitfully under his sheets, those he cared for most facing terrors he was helpless to prevent.

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