i have never been so happy to post a gif in my life

Have you seen this gif? I was tagged in a post with this gif (and have since lost that post somewhere in my hoards of likes, oops) and let me tell you, my life was enriched for having seen it.

So here’s an AU:

Graves is a celebrity with everything that entails: tv appearances, photoshoots, even just going up on stage to receive an award. He has a whole team dedicated to managing his life and his appearance including this one guy on the makeup team, this young guy with the curly hair who’s just starting out and is terrified of doing something wrong and getting fired from his first big job.

And honestly, Newt doesn’t mean to get things wrong. But. One of the dogs was sick, and he had to clean it up and stay long enough to make sure she was ok, he couldn’t just leave her until he knew she was alright - but work - but dog - in the end he sneaks Niffler the dog into the back room and hopes no one notices and stammers his way through an apology for being late. And his budgie, little blue and yellow guy called Pickett, he has attachment issues - birds are really intelligent, you know? Much more so than we give them credit for. So Newt sneaks him in and he’s usually so good about staying out of the way, but sometimes he sits on Newt’s ear and preens his tousled mop and that’s just a thing. And the cats, Newt has a lot of cats - to be honest he doesn’t even mean to have a lot of cats but somehow he keeps adopting strays - and do you know how hard it is to get cat hair off your clothes? Hard.

So there’s Newt, stumbling over his words with a bird on his shoulder and cat hair over his clothes and a cocker spaniel hiding in the back room and he’s only meant to be sweeping up and handing people things, that’s all he’s meant to do.

Except Graves points at him and asks him if he’s new. And then, because Newt blushes scarlet and he really is far too cute to overlook, Graves waves him over.

“Show me what you’ve got,” he says with a challenging smirk and Newt kind of just dies? because? Percival fucking Graves is god’s gift to mankind and Newt gets to style his actual hair that’s it, he’s reached nirvana, goodbye budgie-Pickett Newt has ascended to a higher plain.

He doesn’t actually remember much of the experience because he was too busy floating on a cloud of happy (interspersed by random bouts of fear because what if Graves doesn’t like it and Newt gets fired and never gets to touch this amazing man again what will he do) but somehow he ends up waiting in the wings with Niffler the spaniel sitting on his feet and Pickett the budgie on his shoulder and somehow Niffler’s stolen not one but three of the makeup brushes and is chewing on them which probably isn’t good, but Graves is on stage now and that’s all that matters.

“Looking good,” the presenter compliments him, and Graves responds by staring out to the audience and running his tongue over his lip jesus christ Newt has been revived from death-by-hair only to die again how much more can he take.

Except. Except then. Just at the end Graves flicks his gaze to the side and looks Newt straight in the eyes. He finishes with this satisfied little smirk and Newt actually crouches on the floor and hides behind Niffler because holy fucking hell wHAT.

Niffler, the traitor, trots out onto the stage and presents a well chewed brush to Graves while Newt attempts to hide behind a lighting rig and pretend he doesn’t exist.

“A new admirer?” the presenter jokes. “She’s a cutie, isn’t she?”

And Graves, clearly not content with the extent to which Newt’s brain has been scrambled, smiles this beatific, conspiratorial smile as he kneels down and scratches Niffler behind the ear, does he have any idea how much Newt loves people who love his dogs, because it’s a lot, ok, a lot, and says:

“You should see her master, he’s adorable.”

And that. Just. Cannot cope.

Newt out.

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Imagine Chris finding out you wrote his favorite love story.

A/N: Part 2 is here, yo! :) You can find the previous parts here: (Unexpected Reader - Part 1) I’m really liking where this is going, do you? ❤️

After Chris returned with your second vanilla latte, and his first green tea- he wasn’t a coffee person unless his schedule needed him to be- the both of you chatted at your corner table in Starbucks. The way you talked to each other, it was like two old friends rather than a fan with her celebrity crush. You’d started the conversation incredibly nervous; you’d had to hide your clammy palms under your butt in fear that he’d reach over and give your hand another pat or gentle squeeze. But the more you talked to Chris, the calmer you became about the whole situation. You didn’t know what it was about him that normalized him despite his celebrity status and deadly good looks, but for a second- you could almost forget that you were talking to Chris Evans.

Believe it or not, Chris was everything you’d imagined he’d be, and more- if that was even possible. The way you’d portrayed him in your stories was- as far as you could see- a hundred and ten percent accurate. The man was sweet, kind, funny, intelligent, and real. Chris was real, he was real with his questions, his comments, and his interest in what you had to say. You were so lost in the conversation- in his darling blue eyes- that you forgot to take some notes so you could write a piece based around this once in a lifetime meeting, though you doubt you needed anything to remind you of this interaction. You were pretty sure this was something you were going to remember on your deathbed, which was surely moments away if he continued to smile at you the way he was.

Now the realistic side of you reminded you not to fall too hard for, or get too attached to the man you clearly had no chance with; you had to know that Chris was just talking to you to pass time in a boring airport. But the hopelessly romantic and imaginative side of you said otherwise; Chris wasn’t the kind of guy who would approach a girl unless he was genuinely interested, be it romantically, or platonically. You may not have known him personally, but you knew he wasn’t the kind of guy who would lead people on, or use people. You’d watched enough interviews, read enough articles and fan encounters, and written enough fan fiction to know that he was a genuinely nice guy who was worth befriending and loving if you were ever lucky enough to acquire those chances. Perhaps you didn’t have a chance at being his girlfriend like you’d always dreamed of, but maybe- just maybe, you had a chance at being his friend.

“So tell me, Y/N.” He began and smiled when he saw how much more relaxed you were with him now than you were at the start of the conversation. Your hands had dried and returned to thrum the tabletop quietly as you waited for him to finish his sentence. “What made you want to pursue screen writing?”

“Would you believe me if I said you?” You quizzed with a small smile, which grew wider when you saw him smile. You started explaining when you saw his facials prompt a continuation, “I um- I’ve always loved writing, ever since I was kid. I liked making up stories, imagining all the different lives I could live and all the different jobs I could do. It was a good escape from my mundane life,” you admitted with pursed lips. “But uh- I never really thought about turning it into a career until I started writing fan fiction about you on Tumblr.”

“How do you mean?”

“I wrote as an escape,” you said and he nodded, acknowledging what you’d told him earlier “I took myself into a different world where I could have the perfect life with the perfect guy so I could feel better. Writing was like a safe haven, a place where nothing bad could get to me. It made me happy and I realized…” You trailed off, licking your dry lips. “There must be a lot of people like me out there who needed someone else to be, someone wonderful to be with. I just- there had to be someone out there who needed a safe haven too.”

“So you started posting on Tumblr,” he finished for you and you nodded.

“I started out pretty slow, I had a few likes here and there. Um- It took a while for me to build a fan base, but eventually- I had a reasonable number of readers who supported all my pieces. A lot of them thanked me for writing something that took their mind off a bad day. Some thanked me for making them smile and-” You felt your eyes welled with tears of joy; you were still touched every time you talked about your interactions with your readers. “And some would tell me that my stories gave them a reason to hold out for a love as strong as the ones I wrote about.”

Chris smiled as he listened to you answer his question in great detail with an indescribable amount of pride and passion. He felt his heart flutter as he unknowingly starting falling for you. You were a lot like the protagonist in one of his favorite love stories, which was surprisingly a Chris Evans mini series written by a fan on Tumblr. He’d found the link lodged away in his Twitter mentions, a simple sentence “you deserve a love as strong as this” caught his attention and invited him into the world of fan fiction. He spent a whole day reading the entire series and wishing he’d the life that Chris Evans had, wishing he had the girl that Chris Evans had. He was still yet to ask if you’d heard about the series, perhaps you could help him find out who wrote it because he’d love to meet and talk to the talented and obviously lovely author who surely based the second person protagonist around herself. Maybe she was the one, maybe they could get together and try to work towards the life she wrote about.

“What I thought was a hobby changed people’s lives for the better,” you continued and he nodded, smiling. “So how can I not make that into a career? How can I waste my ability to inspire and touch people through my words? To make them realize that they deserve something great? I don’t know, I’m rambling a little.” You chuckled nervously and he shook his head. “I just feel like if I can change one life, my time on this earth has been worthwhile.”

“That’s sweet,” he smiled. “Like- that’s just-” He found himself at a lost for words as he watched you intently. He chuckled softly with a shake of his head, “you’re- you’re kind of amazing, Y/N.” You felt your cheeks flush as you bit back your growing smile. “That is- that’s an amazing answer to such a simple question. But before I say anything else, I don’t think I have anything to do with your decision. I’m just one of the pieces, y'know? I mean- it sounds to me like you would’ve done something amazing with your talent even if you weren’t a fan of mine. I was just lucky enough to be the one you wrote about, I had nothing to do with any of it.”

“Well that’s not entirely true,” you chuckled. “I wouldn’t have pursued anything if I weren’t a fan of yours.” You told him and he narrowed his eyes in confusion. “Yes, I would’ve wrote about someone else but- your success story is kind of what made me push myself into studying screenwriting. In all your interviews, you talked about pushing yourself into what scares you. Like working with Marvel and going to New York to pursue your acting career- those stories are what inspired me to pursue my own, I would’ve never if it weren’t for you.”

He smiled, unsure of what to say except, “I’m glad I could help. You’re very talented from what I could see over your shoulder,” he said then chuckled when you did. “Would you mind letting me read something else of yours? I promise I won’t judge,” he told you when you looked hesitant. “Unless you’re one of those kinky smut writers,” he teased. “‘Cause then maybe there’ll be a little judgement.”

“Hey, some of my best friends are kinky smut writers.”

“Oh,” he chuckled. “Well, I don’t mean any disrespect to them. I’m just- stunned they can come up with what they come up with. Perhaps I should take a few tips, turn my vanilla based life into something more swirly.” He joked and you laughed, covering your mouth when you realized you were attracting attention.

“Like you need any tips on how to get things done in the bedroom,” you said then blushed when he smiled. “Fine,” you opened your laptop screen and turned it towards him after opening your most successful piece; your mini-series. “It’s um- It’s a mini-series, so it’s fairly long.” You explained and Chris’ heart skipped a beat; his eyes quickly scanned what was in front of him so he could determine if you were the girl he was looking for. “You don’t have to read it all, you can just-”

“Holy crap,” his eyes stopped at one of the many sentences he’d read a thousand times. “Drunk minds speak for a sober heart,” he mumbled to himself then looked up at you. Your eyes narrowed in confusion when you saw the way he was looking at you. Was that- adoration? You were about to question him when he smiled and breathed, “it’s you.”

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Part 3A

Sometimes one life, if it’s the right life, it’s enough.

And then there’s this smile. The finale smile. A smile so incredibly emotional and tender. John is happy because Harold is going to make it. Harold is walking away to his happy ending. John doesn’t care about dying. He’s accepted death as inevitable a long time ago. What he cares about is everyone else. What matters to him is what he does in the meantime. And above all, protecting Harold. Because Harold saved his life, and saves lives. Harold is one of the those persons the world can’t afford to lose, and that John can’t afford to lose. He couldn’t save Jessica, he couldn’t save Joss. But he saved Harold. And really, that’s all that matters to him.

And in that smile, you can read the affection and gratitude for the man who saved his life, and gave him another chance. The man who gave him the opportunity to be the hero John always wanted to be. And in that smile, you can read the satisfaction of having finally succeeded in saving the one life that matters.

Yes I cried, yes it still hurts. Yes, it’s just not exactly the same to look up at a surveillance camera, cause now if my number comes up, it’s not John who’ll come to my rescue. I cried, but at the same time, I never felt as much love for John, because this is exactly why I love him so much.

John is one of the most selfless persons in the world. He always puts you before him. He literally puts himself between you and danger. He takes the bullet for you. That’s just who John is. It’s in his DNA. He protects people. And that’s his purpose in life. That’s who he chose to be, who he wants to be.

So that smile means everything to me. It tells me that John died a happy man. At peace with himself, with the satisfaction of knowing the mission was accomplished. In the show, he’s cheated death more than once. He even died twice in simulations. Every time, those deaths would have been defeats. Betrayals, unexpected lucky shots or even his own hand…. But here, on that rooftop, it was his moment, his choice, his victory. For Harold, for the team, for the world.

So it’s like that smile is also a little bit for me, telling me “it’s okay, I’m happy. There’s nowhere I’d rather be.”

(Sidenote: I know lots of fans didn’t like the finale and have strong feelings against it. I respect that, but I would ask you to respect the fact that I do love the finale, and thus to refrain from using this post to spread negativity against the show, the finale or the writers. Thank you ♥)

And one day I’ll write up why I love the finale.

*images/gifs not mine-submitted or found via Google*

Pairing: Jared x Reader 

Warnings: none (just fluff) Also- no disrespect to Gen and the kiddos-this is all fiction and actually can be connected to my series Heart Sutra-parts that have not been published/written yet.

Word Count: 487 (I know it’s supposed to be 500, but honestly I don’t know where to flesh it out at the moment without it being repetitive and bad)

A/N: This is for @impalaimagining Taylor’s 2k Challenge and my word was proud! She also submitted this gif to me and I asked her permission to use it for her challenge. I’m like right up to the deadline on these lately!  Sorry to the challenge runners, but if you’ve been keeping up with me you know things a little wonky right now for me! Luckily, I’ve gotten a little of my groove back and have been able to put out some things that are actually worth your time to read ;)

There was no denying how Jared felt about his wife and kids whenever the subject came up. 

He was always happy to share stories during panels, pictures and videos on social media. 

He was proud

A proud husband to Y/N, who blew him away at all of the things she could accomplish while keeping on top of three children.

A proud father, he loved those kids more than his own life. There were so many things that they were already doing and that he pictured them doing in the future.

Most recently he couldn’t stop showing and telling everyone about the feature that their family had appeared in. As, one of their online class yoga teachers, Yoga Journal had requested a feature of what Y/N’s yoga practice was like at home with three children and traveling with both her and Jared’s work.

“You know it’s funny, I never realized how much her practice just filled our entire lives; it just fits seamlessly!” Jared smiled as he shared the experience at their latest panel. “I mean even the boys are getting into it. They’ll be a little silly about it sometimes, but they just follow right along with her.”

“JJ, does too.” Jensen chimed in. “Isn’t there a video she tried to film with all four of them just crawling all over the place and hanging on her?” He laughed.

“Yeah, I think she posted it somewhere. Probably her YouTube channel.” Jared pulled up his phone and started to look for it.

“Oh the picture though-not the one with you.” Jensen mock gagged, referencing the acroyoga picture Y/N and Jared had posed for in the feature.

“Now that one was fun!” Jared grinned. “She rarely lets me just pick her up and honestly I almost fell a couple of times.”

“No, I’m talking about the one with the kids, Dee loves that one!”

“Oh yeah! The meditation one was cute! I think she asked for a copy to have framed.”

“Ah here’s the video! Okay, I’m gonna share this for y’all to watch. She had a friend put music to it and stuff and it’s really cute. But it’s also what yoga really looks like at our house!” Jared laughed as he shared the link.

They moved on to some other questions, but right towards the end a fan asked about the pictures. 

“Uh yeah, actually I think the article is on Yoga Journal’s website. So yeah go read it, Y/N gave an awesome interview!”

Oh yeah, Jared was proud there was no doubt about it, but Y/N could say the same for her husband. He worked so hard for himself and others through good and bad. Truthfully, he was the motivation that kept her moving forward with what she loved!

Standing off to the side she couldn’t wipe the grin off her face as she watched his face light up as he continued to share the story.

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Hey guys! This is just my reaction/summary post of the BTS Concert in Newark (Thursday, 3/23)! I’ll be going into a lot of detail, but bare with me. I’ve linked all the fancams I took throughout the post, so you can check that out :)

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Alright so first things first…I’ve been following BTS since ~May/June 2014, and this was the first time I was actually able to go to a live concert. I WAS LITERALLY BEYOND THE MOON when I got tickets, and I was so excited that I was badgering everyone I knew with my fangirling. BTS means so much to me, they got me through some of the hardest times in my life, and they gave me happiness and hope. So getting to go to one of their concerts, see them and support them in person, was such a blessing.

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HEYO STAR WARS FAM! it’s me, calling from the other side. Lmao, I am so funny, rip. ANYWAY, there has been a LOT of negativity in the fandom lately and meanwhile, I am more than HAPPY that I do not have any part in it, I do see some of it on my dash. It makes me SAD &&. makes me think about how we used to be ( wow, cheesy ) when I joined, the fandom wasn’t like THIS but well, time never stops ( *fight the urge to athlete student meme this —* ). So, I know, I know - this post won’t change ANYTHING but I just wanted to do something to maybe cheer us all up a little. Negativity should not take over a fandom and should not be the reason people neglect their blogs. Have your Clique, have your faves as long as YOU feel comfortable because THAT is all that matters. And now, something bright &&. nice so yes, under the cut are some Positive Callouts!! happy reading and spread the positive vibes! 

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Imagine having a bad day and Chris comforting you.

“Babe, I’m home.” Chris called out to you as he entered the front door. Silence filled the air instead of the usual sounds; like you calling “welcome home!” or “I’m in here!” from the kitchen or the living room, and Dodger’s scuttling feet as he sprinted to greet his best friend at the door. “Y/N?” He called again as he locked and turned away from the front door.

He knew you were home because you had texted him a couple hours ago- when he’d just started his photo shoot for Vogue’s November cover- telling him you’d finished at your dessert bar and was headed home. That, and he saw your car in the driveway and your keys on the table by the front door.

You had heard him come in but was too physically and emotionally tired to answer him. You knew he was going to find you eventually; just like he was going to find the article eventually, and the mean tweets and Instagram posts from his fans. You never usually allowed things like that to bother you because you knew what being with an actor meant, but after a long day, your tolerance had decreased significantly.


Judging by the distance of his voice, he was in the living room and would soon find you in the kitchen. You were sitting on the cold hardwood floor, behind the marble bar counter with Dodger, as well as a pint of cookie dough ice-cream and a spoon; you had the tendency to turn to food when you were upset.

“There are my two biggest loves,” Chris entered the kitchen’s threshold with a wide smile that faded when you looked up. “Hey,” his brows furrowed with concern at your tired eyes. “What’s wrong?”

You simply shook your head because after years of being together, he knew you well enough to answer that question himself.

“Alright.” He lowered himself onto the floor next to you; he shuffled as close to you as possible then lifted his arm and wrapped it around you. “C'mere boo bear,” he cooed, hoping he’d draw a smile from you; he didn’t. “Is it work?” He asked gently, watching as you spooned more ice-cream into your mouth. “Did you have another asshole walk into the shop? Tell me who it is and I’ll fight ‘em. I don’t care if it’s a boy girl man or woman I will fight ‘em,” he asserted fiercely without punctuation. “Let’s go right now, I’ll drive to their house-”

“Stop,” you chuckled softly, pushing him back down before he got to his feet; he smiled because his bid cracked you. “I’m fine, okay? It’s nothing, it’s just that-” You stopped yourself and huffed, “nothing.”

His eyes narrowed at your behavior then he remembered the call he got from Anne, his publicist, wanting to give him, and you a heads up; she had found a few upsetting articles, and fan reactions regarding his recent engagement with you. He heaved a sigh when he realized that was what must have been upsetting you.

“Did you happen to pass the magazine rack while you were at the grocery store?” He asked. “Or maybe go on Twitter and Instagram?”

“No,” you mumbled sheepishly.

“Sweetheart,” he chuckled and squeezed you tightly against him, pressing his lips to your hair. “How many times do I have to tell you to avoid that crap?”

“I’m usually fine with it,” you defended yourself. “In fact- I enjoying reading and laughing at articles like that, as well as the fan reactions and memes they make. It is- crazy funny to me.”

“Not when you’re tired,” he shook his head. “You know what you’re like after a long day, you should know better than to burden yourself with that bullshit.”

“How am I meant to avoid it when we’re headlining?” You frowned. “We are literally on every cover. Chris Evans and Y/N Y/L/N recently engaged but already on the rocks, will they make it to the alter?” You recited the headline for him and he sighed. “Some of your little fan girls even found me at the shop, they were-” you stopped yourself before you cussed out fifteen year olds.

“Okay,” he gently rubbed your arm and you ate another spoonful of ice-cream. “You’re going to try and take a breath. Come on, in and out.”

You rolled your eyes and mockingly did as he instructed, drawing light laughter from him. You poked your spoon into your ice-cream and played it with, upset with the media and fans, and yourself for letting it bother you.

“Y/N, who cares what people think?” He asked rhetorically. “Are we on the rocks? No,” he answered before you could. “I have never been happier. They are judging us and our relationship when they know nothing about either. They are basing their whole article on one photo, a photo that has zero content.”

You remembered that day the photo was taken, the two of you were having dinner at the restaurant Jack’s Place. It was all smiles and laughter until you got a phone call from your brother about your nephew who got into a car accident and had been admitted into the hospital. The two of you wanted to rush home so the next flight out to Australia could be booked, but the paps surrounded you and Chris the second they spotted you leaving the restaurant. They blocked the path to his car and drowned the two of you with stupid questions. Of course both of you looked upset.

“So why are you letting it bother you?” He chuckled. “We both know why we looked upset and it had nothing to do with us as a couple.”

“I know but-”

“Let it go,” he chuckled and took the spoon from you with one hand and scooped while you held the pint. “You know I love you and I want to spend the rest of my life with you. If the ring on your finger isn’t big enough to remind you of that then- let’s go back to Tiffany’s,” he teased and you giggled. “Screw all of 'em, because as long as we’re happy with each other, who cares what the public thinks? Our opinions are what matters here, not theirs.”

“You’re right,” you nodded. “I’ve already struck the lottery with you, I shouldn’t be greedy about the little things.” You leaned your head against his chest and Dodger nuzzled his head under your hand. “I’m happy here and that’s what’s important. Plus-” you chuckled, “the important ones have already given their approval.”

“Your grandfather hasn’t.” He reminded you and chuckled when you groaned. “I know he likes me but- I don’t know if he wants to see me with you for the rest of your life.” He lowered the pint onto the floor. “I think he thinks you’re too young for me.”

“We’re only twelve years apart.”

“Exactly,” he chuckled. “But I’m not too worried, he’s dated his fair share of younger women so he doesn’t really have a moral high ground.”

“Oh my God.” You burst into laughter and he did the same as you pulled away from him and sat up straight. “Don’t you dare say that in front of him,” you turned and told Chris, chuckling. “Because he will shoot you and no one will be able to stop him.” He laughed harder, doing his signature 'left boob grab’ and you smiled, wondering how you got so lucky with him.

“I know I’m stupid but I’m not that stupid,” he said then chuckled when you did. “Do you want to go to bed?” He beckoned his head in the direction of the stairs. “It’s getting pretty late and we’ve got another long day tomorrow.”

You leaned in and pressed your lips against his, kissing him tenderly but passionately. He smiled and kiss you back, letting his arm snake around your waist. He tasted like you did; of cookie dough ice-cream. His beard scratched your face but you were so used to it that it didn’t bother you anymore. Your hand moved up to his neck and your thumb brushed his jawline as he deepened the kiss. His other hand moved under your knees and he lifted you onto his lap, not once breaking away from the kiss. Your arms wrapped around his neck and you ran your fingers through the hair on the back of his head, humming softly against his lips. You broke the kiss to catch your breath and you heard him audibly whined as he leaned forward to catch your lips again. You chuckled softly then pressed your forehead against his, gazing deeply into his pretty blues.

“I love you,” you whispered and watched his smile reach his eyes.

“And I love you,” he whispered back and you felt your own smile reach your eyes.

Teenage Dream by matildajones [E | 58,596 | 7 Aug 2015]

“I’m married. I’m married to Derek Hale,” Stiles says. Everything seems to hit him at once. He pushes aside the fact there’s a celebrity sitting right next to him, and then thinks of why the fuck he can’t remember him, why he doesn’t know who he’s married to, and how much time he must have lost.

After an accident, Stiles wakes up to what can only be a dream. He has money, he has fame, he has award winning actor Derek Hale as his husband. It quickly seems more and more like a nightmare because Stiles doesn’t remember getting any of it - and it’s hard to accept the reality that Derek can still love him.

If We Could Match by InTheArmsofaThief [E | 23455 | 28 Feb 2015]

As Stiles waits behind the camera during an interview, he thinks he should maybe quit. Because, in all honesty, despite the charming smile the actor is pulling out for EW, Derek Hale is kind of a jerk.

Show Me How We Can Escape by secondstar [E | 9,858 | 18 Sep 2015]

Stiles needed a vacation. He deserved it, after working nonstop. Australia felt like a world away from the limelight; just what he needed. He didn’t expect to meet Derek, though.

Wheatgrass and Froot Loops by WhoNatural [E | 6,885 | 13 Jun 2014]

"You’re falling for him,” she says, and it’s not a question. Stiles looks up, blinks, and shakes his head.“No,” he lies. “We work out, have really intense sex, and then eat cereal marketed for children. We have a system, okay? Why upset the arrangement?”

I Know Places by ericaismeg [G | 21k | January 2015]

Stiles is tired of the fame and the media that comes with being a famous actor. Lydia, his manager, gives him a three week break from his social calendar while his agent, Peter, is off doing who knows what, who knows where. At the last function before his break, Stiles finally meets Derek Hale - the nephew that Peter has been shunned by for the past six and a half years.

Stiles knows how twisted the tabloids get things, it’s why he’s avoided doing anything remotely scandalous for his entire life. But when Derek Hale wants to get coffee with him, Stiles doesn’t care what anyone else says. He’s going.

Traditionally Non-Traditional by Angelwithwingsoffire [NR | WIPfg | June 2015]

Stiles Stilinski has been looking forward to two things his entire life: Going to San Diego Comic Con and cosplaying his favorite characters ever and meeting his soulmate, the person he is destined to meet and either fall in love with or be best friends forever with. He hopes its the first option. But he never, in all those years, thought it both of those would happen at the same time, or that he’d be one of those lucky/unlucky people who are soulbonded to a celebrity.

AKA This is the story of a Youtuber and an Actor who have a long journey ahead of them before they figure out just what destiny has in story for them.

its derek hale wtf by bleep0bleep [E | 38.6k | June 2015]

Stiles doesn’t buy the whole magical, transcendent soulmate reveal story, snickers at all those movies where the couple touches each others marks for the first time, eyes glimmering over in emotion when they feel the bond surge through their bodies (who comes up with this stuff?), shakes his head at all those dreamy-eyed people willing to shell out money to track down their other half.

Stiles is just really ambivalent about the whole thing. He meets his other half in his lifetime? Cool. If not? It’s just fine; he’s happy where he is.

At least that’s what he keeps telling himself.


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                    Kai Parker x Reader

word count : 1 827
(takes place after 6.22 where nothing happens to Kai except him turning into a heretic)
Reader and Kai are best friends , but both are keeping a secret from the other …

*not my gif

It was one of those days (for 3rd day in a row) when Y/N just felt alone , as if the whole world was against her. She watched as her friends got their lifes together , got married and had a family while she was still alone. Well , she was in love but it was an impossible love - Kai , her best friend.
Their friendship had had a rough start but it only got better from there. Somehow Kai had become the most important person to her. Everything came into focus when he was around. Y/N’s friendship with him has had its ups and downs. She kept writing him off and he kept proving her wrong. It didn’t take long for her to fall head over heels hard for him and there was no going back from those feelings. Y/N loved him at his worst and at his best.
The days he was away were the hard , and he had been away for nearly a week.
Kai had called her every day , sometimes over 5 times just to talk to her and hear her voice. Today he was coming back and she couldn’t wait to see him.

The doorbell rang and Y/N ran downstairs , stopping only for a moment to glance at the mirror and make sure her make up wasn’t disturbed. Hesitating for a moment , she put her hand on the door knob and twisted it , Kai standing in the front door his eyes bluer than ever. For billionth time he took her breath away just with existing. A smile spread across his face and he pulled her into a hug , twirling her around before letting her down on the ground , both of them laughing. Somehow Kai was the only one who could make her smile even in the darkest of days.
“Oh how I missed you !” Kai said pulling her into another hug , wrapping his hands around her tight. “Are you ready for movie night?”
“Born ready.” she smiled and walked with him towards the living room. Kai had picked the movie - some romantic comedy he had heard was really good. She didn’t feel like watching a romantic movie just now but seeing how excited he was about it , she couldn’t bring herself to say no to him.
“Pork rinds ?” she said smiling and waving a pack of his favorite junk food infront of him. Kai smiled and snatched the pack from her hands. “Hey !” she protested “Those are -”
“Mine.” Kai finished her sentence laughing , “but I am willing to share.” he added winking at her.
Y/N sighed. It felt amazing to have Kai back , for a few moments she forgot completely everything that has been upsetting her the past few days … until the movie started. It was about two best friends who fall in love but none of them tells the other , until the boy tells the girl while she is sort of drunk and falls hitting her head getting an amnesia. The rest of the movie is spent with the boy trying to get the girl to remember their friendship , reliving old memories. In the end the girl falls in love with the boy all over again and later on gets her memory back. The movie itself wasn’t bad - it was funny and the actors were amazing. It was the feeling she got while watching - a little pit in her stomach that was growing. Y/N glanced at Kai again.
He hadn’t taken his eyes off of her the whole night. Y/N laughed and acted as if everything was OK , but something was clearly bothering her. He knew her too well and could pick up on the slightest change in her mood. Her heart was beating a bit faster and she was trying to silence the sniffles. Kai couldn’t understand why she was acting like this , couldn’t have been the movie. It was a romantic comedy and Y/N wasn’t one to cry over happy endings…
“Is something wrong ?” he asked concerned.
Y/N didn’t meet his eyes , just kept watching the movie where the girl was about to get everything she wanted - the boy she loved and who loved her , about to walk off into the sunset. She felt a prick in her heart as the thought of never getting this herself creeped in her mind again.
“Nothing. Everything is fine.” she said , putting on a fake smile.
He just kept looking at her. Something was definitely wrong , she acted like herself but it wasn’t really her. A few minutes passed and he couldn’t take it anymore , he pressed the pause button hoping this will get Y/N’s attention enough for her to tell him. Kai hated seeing her struggle with something without telling him. They always told each other everything. It was as if she hadn’t even noticed the movie had stopped playing , she just kept looking at the screen. He moved closer to her , his hand on her chin turning her face towards him and then he saw it - the tears glistening in her eyes.
“Don’t lie to me , Y/N. I can see the pain in your eyes… Did someone hurt you ?” he asked , concern in his voice.
Y/N shook her head. “No , everything is fine. I told you.” she said getting up , taking a few steps towards the stairs. She didn’t want him to see her like this. Kai didn’t like it when people cried. Just a few steps before she reached the stairs Kai flashed infront of her.
“Whatever it is , I’ll be there for you.” he said trying to pull her into a hug but she pushed him away. “Always… ”
“Don’t … Don’t say this. Any of it. Just … leave me alone.” Y/N said pushing her way past him but he grabbed her wrist not letting her go. She blinked back tears and refused to turn around.
“Nobody knows you the way that I know you. Just tell me… we’ll face it all together.” Kai said calmly and she finally turned around.
“Stop it Kai ! You can’t fix this , none of it ! Don’t you get it ?” she raised her voice wriggling her wrist out of his hand.
“Why are you acting like this ?” Kai raised his voice a little. “Did I do something wrong ?”
He looked confused and broken.
“No. You haven’t done anything , just please … leave me alone.” she said tears streaming down her cheeks.
“No. Not until you tell me… ” he pressed. “I’ve always been there for you , why won’t you let me in this time ? Don’t shut me out , please.”
She looked at him through tears. He was right , why was she shutting him out like this ? He looked so sad , it broke her heart even more.
Y/N took a deep breath wiping tears from her cheeks.
“Fine.” she said. “You want to know whats wrong … everyone around me is moving on with their lifes , starting a family or finding the perfect job and I am stuck. I have no one , Kai. They post pictures from their weddings on Facebook or Instagram and I just … When I think about my future ..” she couldn’t continue.
Kai sighed , calming down and a smile spread across his face.
“That’s it? That’s whats been upsetting you?” he said taking a step towards her. “You think you will never have a family or a loving husband who would stand beside you ?”
Y/N shook her head. “You don’t get it. I’ll never have this with the person I want. ” she said resting her back against the stair railing. “Everyone always leaves… you will leave someday too and then what ?”
For a moment none of them said a word. Kai couldn’t believe the reason Y/N was so upset about. She was one of the smartest perseptive people he knew and somehow it had escaped her the way he felt about her.
“Look in my eyes , Y/N. Can’t you see it ? Don’t you know me at all? Do you think I stayed in this town because of the soggy fries at the Grill ?” Kai said his voice soft , lifting up her chin. “I stayed because of you.I’ll never leave you. Never. ” he said smiling. “I want to spend eternity with you , Y/N. I want to be your future.”
A small smile showed on Y/N’s face as she was taking in his words.
“Don’t play games , Kai.” she said her voice barely a whisper.
“I love you Y/N ! I’ve loved you probably since the day we met when you pushed me away and told me to ‘stay hell away’ from you. I’ve never met someone so strong , so defiant as you who always speaks her mind … ” he said , his hand stroking her cheek. “You drew me towards you like a magnet and I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you since. The day you decided to give me a chance and become my friend was the happiest in my life !” he said with a wide smile on his face , wiping a tear from Y/N’s face who was now smiling too. “I love you with everything that I have and I want to give you everything that you’ve ever wanted and could ever want in life.” Kai cupped her face , gently resting his forehead on hers , their eyes locked on each other. “I love you. I love you.” he said smiling before pressing his lips against hers , pulling her closer to him. Y/N’s fingers tangled in his hair tugging on it , pulling him closer to him.
“You really mean all of this ?” she asked , her voice a little louder than a whisper.
“Every word.” he said smiling. “I tried to tell you so many times… I um …” Kai said suddenly nervous , his hand reaching in his pocked pulling out a small box , the corners of his mouth twitched into a smile. “I’ve been working up my nerve to ask you this question for a few weeks now … I know we haven’t … we haven’t been in a relationship , not in the traditional way anyways but… ”
Y/N’s heart was about to leap out of her chest , her smile unable to leave her face for a second. Kai took a step down the stairs and got on one knee , opening the small box revealing a ring inside.
“Y/N , will you make me the happiest person in the world by marrying me?” Kai said smiling , his eyes bluer than the ocean filled with so much love and hope.
“Yes ! Yes , Malachai !” she said smiling , happy tears filling her eyes as Kai put the engagement ring on her finger. He got up and Y/N jumped in his arms , wrapping her legs around his waist , his arms holding her tight as his lips found hers and he kissed her passionatelly. “I love you.” she repeated in between kisses.
Maybe she could have it all , with Kai , just as she dreamed.


MASTERLIST March / April 2017


[ Imagine you’re a post-op trans female and you’ve just moved to Charming to start working at the hospital as a nurse practitioner when you catch the eye of Happy Lowman. ] 

You sighed as you pulled off your white coat and hung it inside your work locker. It had been a long, trying day, and you were just ready to be home. You grabbed your purse from its hook inside your locker and turned towards the door, signaling the end of another work day.

You knew taking a new job in a new town far away from home was exactly what you needed. You had turned your entire life around, and you finally felt like the person you always knew you were deep down. You were cultivating a life you were proud of, a life you loved. And moving to Charming was all part of that plan. As a trans woman, your life had been anything but easy. Now that you had finally moved away from the small, closed-minded town you had grown up in, you finally felt like the person you were supposed to be. You just didn’t expect the adjustment to be so hard. 

No one in Charming knew your story. No one knew anything about you, really, other than you were the new nurse practitioner at St. Thomas Hospital and you were damn good at your job. You were an enigma, and that was just the way you liked it.

You crossed the parking lot of the hospital, making your way to your car. That’s when you locked eyes with a tall, handsome man. Your eyes scanned his tattooed, muscular arms. He was easily the most attractive man you had ever seen, and the sight of him made your heart flutter. You already knew exactly who he was, or at least what he was. He was a Son. That much was clear. You had only been in Charming a few short weeks, but you had already heard more than enough about the Sons of Anarchy. 

The man stood from his motorcycle, placing his helmet on the seat and never breaking eye contact with you. You felt frozen. His gaze was so intense, so hypnotizing you felt like he could see straight through you. You could feel his eyes looking you up and down, and it made you nervous. As attracted as you were to him, you knew you needed to keep your distance. He crossed the parking lot, heading straight towards you. He flashed you a coy smile, and you felt your hands shake. He was so handsome, in the most rugged kind of way, and you were dying to get to know him. But you knew it wasn’t a good idea. Not everyone was as open and understanding as you hoped they would be, and something told you a Son would definitely not understand. So you decided you’d keep your distance. 

“Hey, beautiful,” the man said, his voice rough and gravelly. He flashed you a smile. “My name’s Happy.” 

You nodded your head. Your nerves were getting the best of you. “Y/N,” you answered politely, “I, uh, have to go. It was n-nice to meet you, Happy.” You continued walking, making your way to your car in an attempt to escape any further conversation with Happy. 

You wanted to get to know him. You wanted to stay and talk. You wanted to know how his lips would feel on yours. But you never would. You knew that. He was a member of the Sons of Anarchy. There was no way he would be interested in you if he knew you were trans. You were sure of it. Deep down, you feared he might become angry if he found out. As much as you wanted to get to know Happy, you couldn’t put your safety at risk. So you swallowed your feelings and walked away, leaving Happy standing alone in the parking lot and watching after you.


You hadn’t realized it at the time, but walking away from Happy like that with not so much as an explanation had only made him want you more. He spent the next week thinking about you, wondering what your story was. He had never seen you before. You had to be new to town. You were too beautiful for him not to have noticed you before now. He was driving himself crazy, wondering when he would run into you again, if he would run into you again. He had to see you again. He hadn’t felt such a strong connection to anyone in a long time. He knew the two of you could have something amazing, explosive even, if only you’d give him the chance.

You were struggling with the same issue. You felt a spark with Happy in the few moments you had shared with him. Maybe it had just been the nerves talking, but you could have sworn you felt something with Happy in those few brief minutes. You could feel it the moment your eyes had met his all the way across that parking lot. But you and Happy could never happen. You knew that, deep down, but that nagging voice inside your head wouldn’t let the thought of him go.

You were walking aimlessly down the sidewalk, lost in your own thoughts. You had been avoiding Happy for the last few days, but it seemed like he was everywhere. You were so busy inside your own head, you hadn’t even realized Happy was standing right across the street from you. The moment he caught sight of you, his heart began to race.

“Hey!” Happy’s voice called, snapping you from your thoughts. You looked up, startled. His face lit up in a smile the moment you looked at him. “Y/N!” He crossed the street quickly, making a beeline straight towards you. 

You stood there, once again frozen by Happy’s intense gaze. He looked genuinely happy to see you, but you were a little terrified. Happy was an attractive man, but he was intimidating as hell. You couldn’t keep running into him like this. You knew he would find out that you were trans eventually. You weren’t ashamed of who you were, and you weren’t trying to hide anything. You knew who you were and what you had gone through to get there, and you were damn proud of yourself. But you also knew Happy could never find out the truth about you. You were scared of what he might do if he ever did. 

“I was hopin’ I’d see you again,” he said, smiling as he stood in front of you. He watched you for a few seconds before he spoke. “I’ve been thinking about you all week.”

You said nothing for a moment. You knew where this conversation was heading. Happy had made it clear that he was attracted to you. You knew it was just a matter of time before he asked you out, officially. Your heart fluttered at the thought, but reality also set in. You and Happy would never work. Even if you did agree to go out with him, he would have to find out the truth eventually. And then what would you do? What would he do? You didn’t want him to think you were hiding anything, and you didn’t want him to feel like you had tricked him. You had heard the stories of other women like yourself who had become victims at the hands of cowardly men. You knew things could get dangerous fast, and you never wanted to become another statistic.

“I want to take you out,” he said matter-of-factly.

You sighed. You already knew this was coming. “Happy, I don’t have time for this,” you blurted suddenly. “Look, you’re great, okay? But I can’t go out with you.” You looked at the disappointed expression on his face. “I-I gotta go.” 

You walked away from Happy for the second time that week without another word.


As hard as you tried, you couldn’t seem to stay away from Happy Lowman. You had managed to run into him another ten times over the next few weeks, much to your own dismay. Every time you saw him, he asked you out. And every time he asked you out, you found it a little harder to say no. You were the first woman Happy had ever really asked on an actual date. He had never been good at the whole dating thing, and he wasn’t really sure what he was doing wrong when it came to you. He had even brought you flowers. He couldn’t understand why you wouldn’t just go out with him. You were clearly interested in him. You had even gone so far as to tell him you were attracted to him. You told him you thought he was great, yet you wouldn’t go out with him. The worst part was you wouldn’t even tell him why. Every time Happy asked, you would give him some lame excuse. You could never give him a real reason.

You were making your way to St. Thomas Hospital to begin your shift when you spotted Happy leaned against his bike in the parking lot, evidently waiting on you.You pretended not to notice him, but Happy could already tell you had seen him. He knew what you were doing. You were avoiding him, and he wanted to know why. You walked past him quickly, keeping your eyes down and focused on your shoes.

Happy stood from his bike. “Y/N,” he groaned, jogging to keep up with you as you hurriedly walked towards the hospital entrance. “Just wait.”

You stopped and looked at him. You let out a deep sigh. “What, Hap?”  

Happy stopped and stared at you for a moment. You were so beautiful, and you were so mysterious. He couldn’t figure you out. One moment you were telling him you were attracted to him and thought he was great, then the next you were refusing to go out with him without so much as a reason why. He couldn’t figure you out, and it was driving him crazy. 

“Why do you keep running from me?” Happy asked suddenly, his expression a mixture of concern and disappointment. He let out a short, sad sounding laugh. “You scared of me or something?” 

“Happy,” you sighed loudly. “You really don’t give up easily, do you?” 

A mischievous smile crossed Happy’s face. “No, ma’am, I don’t.” 

You looked around the parking lot nervously. You knew you were going to have to tell Happy the real reason you were avoiding him eventually. Every time the two of you spoke, you felt yourself falling for him. He made you laugh, he was sweet, and he was handsome as hell. And he also wouldn’t take no for an answer when it came to you. 

“Look, Hap,” you sighed again, “I like you, okay? A lot.” Your eyes searched the sky for a moment as you collected your thoughts. You had to tell him, one way or another, but you were terrified. You hoped with all your heart that he wouldn’t, but you were scared he would react violently when you told him the truth. “But there’s a lot of shit you don’t know about me.” 


“So, I don’t think it’s a good idea for us to go out.” 

“Give me one good reason why you won’t go out with me,” Happy retorted. 

“I’m trans,” you blurted. 

Happy looked at you for a moment in silence. You were wondering what was going through his mind, and you were fearing the worst. Your nerves took over, and your hands began to shake. You decided to continue.

“I was born a male, physically anyway,” you explained. “But I’ve always been a woman on the inside. I’ve known since I was a kid.” You swallowed hard. You feared what Happy’s reaction would be. “I’ve been living as female since I was a kid,” you continued, “But I started hormones when I was a teenager.” You took in a deep, shaky breath. “And, uh, I’ve had all the, uh, surgeries.” 

“Okay,” was all Happy said.

You cocked your head to the side, now confused. “Okay?”

He nodded his head. “Okay.” He shrugged nonchalantly and flashed you a smile. “So you gonna go to dinner with me now, or what?”

You let out a deep breath that you felt like you had been holding forever and nodded your head. A happy, relieved smile formed on your lips. “Yeah. Dinner sounds good.” 


Summary: After switching middle schools, young Ben Solo lands his eyes on who he never expects to be the love of his life. After a four year separation of having to move away with his father, you and Ben are reunited your senior year of high school, only to have an emotional ride that intervenes with the true feelings you two feel for one another–but there’s one major problem, you’re already with somebody else.

A/N: Yay for Friday! Sorry I posted it pretty late in the day as I’ve been out helping a friend christmas shop and what not…anyways, here’s CB5! Enjoy <3 P.S. there is a Kylo in this chapter/fic…js

Warning: None

Word Count: 4.8K+

“Thanks for the ride,” Gathering your things as you smiled, you looked over to Ben, “Don’t you want to come inside? Just to say hi to my parents? My brothers aren’t home as they’re away in college so…”

Eagerly nodding his head, Ben shut off his car. “Yeah, sure!”

Smiling, you opened the car door to get out as Ben had done the same, you pulling out your keys. “You know, my mom always asks about you so she’ll be more than thrilled to see you.”

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since it’s almost christmas and a time for everyone to be happy, and because i recently reached 2.5k, i decided to make another follow forever!! (okay truth is i’ve been wanting to make one for a while but ignore this) this time i have some special mentions to make, because i met some really amazing people here in the last few months! and i know better who my favs are this time lmao (also i can’t seem to get the links and mentions to work for some reason so just know that if im following you, you’re here. just search for your url)

> @khazbrekker > duda i love you so much, you have no idea! you are the most precious angel, my moon and my stars, one of my best friends <3 i love talking to you, i love working with you, i love everything <3 i remembered when we were both going to do enem and you said to me you were wishing i did well and that you would think of me during the test and i was like “who is this person?? how can anyone be so sweet?” and i just adore you so much! talking to you makes my days better love <3

> @vvinterhayle > ju i will never forget the day you came to me with the first idea for the yalitsquad!! for one it was what started the network, which i love so, so much, but more importantly it was the start of our friendship! i love you so much, never forget it <3

> @hxcates​ > vi, somehow it seems we never stop to talk properly (except for that first time, that is), but i really really like you?? you have a special place in my heart, and your blog is amazing darling <3

> @collinslily > pristine!! you are like out of this world amazing! and guess what i’m back to saying that we never got to talk much (we did a little at least) but i feel like we have a connection? somehow? for one i think your blog was like my first inspiration as my blog was starting to take shape and grow to be what it is now, and the first time i saw yours i was like “wow!! so pretty!! what an amazing icon! what perfect everything!” and you had that real great persephone url too that i just loved. you were an instant fave, and so far i haven’t changed my mind.

> @cuipid > teresa you cannot imagine how much i love your blog! whenever someone asks me about a blog that looks great, like theme goals, mobile theme goals, aesthetic goals, i think of yours. and your edits are so perfect i still don’t know how you do it! we never got to talk properly (we started once, but didn’t go on? was it my fault? idk) but i know for a fact that you are this sweet and amazing person and i love and admire you so much <3 keep up the good work darling!

so yeah those are my favorite favorites haha, but i love everyone i follow and i love everyone who follows me, and the rest of the amazing people on my follow forever are waiting bellow! i was going to put them under a read more but tumblr is messing with the links and maybe this way it’ll at least show on the search idk (faves // ♥ loves of my life)


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Thank you everyone for 600+ followers!! I never expected to be getting to 600 followers, I really didn’t expect so many people to enjoy my content and I’m just grateful for everyone loving my content. Thank you so so so much everyone!

I’m gonna be giving out some small shout outs now! They’ll be in the read more below because it’s gonna be long and stuff yep.

Again, thank you so so much!

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Baby, I know.


Alright this was requested from, falloutassbutt. That Drabble thing I reblogged and I asked if y'all wanted me write anything from the list.
Here you go, love!

20. “You need to wake up because I can’t do this without you.”
22. “I’ve seen the way you look at me when you think I don’t notice.

Btw, sweetheart. Thanks for requesting! This was really fun to write and I honestly hope you like it!
P.S. Part 6 (Please Don’t) will most likely be the finale of the series. I haven’t posted it, loves! But it will be up very very very soon! Thank you guys for sticking with me!



"Hey! Hey, baby! Wake up! Don’t you fall asleep on me!” Dean ran to your side. Breathing hard and trying catch it.
He grabbed you and pulled your bloody bruised limp body onto his lap.

Dean’s heart sunk.

You can’t die. You just can’t. Not like this. I mean you were so young and beautiful. So full of life and even when you were in pain you gave everything you had to be okay for him. God, you were so courageous. And even when you were to deep in and to far out, you stayed strong.
And god, you were so smart. The way you spoke so openly and beautifully about the things that ran through your mind. It blew his mind how gorgeous you were.
Sometimes he’d sit there and listen to your voice even if he didn’t know what you were talking about. Your voice was like music to his ears.
You held Deans heart in yours, you can’t just leave him to fight this world on his own.
How was he supposed to be live without you by his side? You were his reason to wake up in the mornings and his reason to be scared to sleep. To afraid to close his eyes and wake up to never see you there.


The motherfucking werewolf surprised you from behind you and attack.
Pounding you down hard into the concrete.
Thats when Dean had heard the big bang and saw the son of bitch on top of you.
He shot it and it ran with the little life it had left.
Sam ran after it to finish the job.

Dean sat there holding you close to his warmth.
He could see the light leaving your eyes.
He could feel your heart slowly beating whatever life it has left.

Dean’s could feel his heart breaking.
“Hey, sweetheart.” He spoke softly through his cracked heavy voice. Too scared to talk because the last thing he wanted was for you to see him cry when you were the one in pain.

“Y-you need to wake up because I can’t do this without you.” Dean begged pulling you even closer.
He held your fragile broken body only feeling you slipping through his fingers.

“Dean?” you could barley feel anything at this point.
“Yeah, baby. It’s me. Please don’t go. Oh g-god.” Dean closed his eyes letting the tears fall from his swollen red eyes. His grip on you only getting harder.

Dean felt an overwhelming warm touch on his cheek. He opened his eyes to see that your eyes were weakly looking at him as a smile played at your lips.
Your hand caressed his face and he closed his eye once again. Allowing himself to relax into you. To be able to feel your touch.

“Dean, baby.” You whispered.
Dean opened his eyes. “Sam’s coming with the car. You’re gonna be fine. Everything’s gonna be okay. I promise. Just p-please stay with me.” He paused. “Keep your beautiful eyes open for me. Okay, baby?” He was scared and you knew it. You could feel him trembling underneath you. His voice was gravely and deep.

“Y/N. I’m so sorry I never told you, but I can’t not tell you. You have to know that I lo-” you placed your lips onto his, stopping his words.
When you pulled away he seemed to be in a trance. You smiled. Loving the fact that you had that affect on him.

“Baby, I know.” You spoke with tears dripping down your eyes.
“You know? For how long?” He asked shocked.

“I’ve always known.” You chuckled through her sobs.
He wiped the tears from her cheeks.

“But how-”

You started coughing up blood and your breathing became heavy.

“Dean, I can’t breathe.” You choked out.
“Hold on, y/n! Sammy!” Dean yelled.

You looked at Dean’s face.
He was to busy calling out to Sam to hurry up and he didn’t see you looking at him.

You looked at him as he called out to his brother. His beautiful face that you loved so much. The heart you could feel pounding against his chest, that heart. You loved it. It’s what made him Dean.
You could barely hear his yelling and you couldn’t really feel your body anymore.

But with every ounce of energy you had left you pulled his face towards yours.

You just wanted to see those beautiful green eyes one last time. Just one more time.
“Dean.” You choked out and a tear fell from your eye.
“Sweetheart-” he couldn’t hold it in anymore.
He stared back at you and you both sat in the cold silence.

“Dean, baby. I-I know you love me.” You smirked painfully.

After those words slipped through your lips everything seemed to disappear around you.



When you came to, you felt cold crisp sheets underneath you.
Your eyes slowly opened.

You let your eyes roam the room and on your left there sat a vase of white roses that Dean knew you loved. With a card that read, ‘Love you, sweetheart.’ Signed by Dean.

You gazed to the right of the room and there he laid on the uncomfortable hospital chairs.

You stared at him as he slept. You loved when he would sleep.
You could see his freckles that sprinkled across his face. And his lips that tasted like whiskey and cherries. His scent reminded you of home.
At times you would lay there and watch him sleep because sometimes you just wanted to see him happy.

Dean slowly woke himself up and rubbed his eyes.
He looked exhasted, like he’d been awake for days. And the hiatus beard that, in all honestly made you all hot and bothered, was the biggest clue.

He looked up to see that you were smiling at him and awake.

“Oh my god. You’re awake! Thank god, baby. You look-”

“Disgusting?” You chuckled as you guessed his answer.
“Beautiful.” He smiled and stared at your lips.

“Y/N, before you um you passed out and practically gave me a heart attack. Do you remember what you told me?” He asked hopefully.

You smirked. “Yeah. Yeah I do.”

“I-I um you-” you shut him up again with the crashing of your lips on his.
He was a bit shocked at first and quickly relaxed into it.
Pressing his lips on your a little hard.

God, you’ve missed his lips.

He pulled away to catch his breath and stared at you.

“I know you love me, Dean. And I’ve known for a long long while.” You laughed softly.
He laughed too scratching the back of his neck, nervously. That smile that made the corners of this breathtaking green eyes crinkle.

“Um, I mean. What gave it away?” He wondered.

“Sweetheart.” You paused to catch his attention.
“I’ve seen the way you look at me when you think I don’t notice.” Your smile so wide it hurt.

He laughed. “Couldn’t help it, sweetheart. You’re beautiful.”

You both sat there talking and laughing as hours past.

“Y/N Y/L/N, the doctor says you’re good to go. Just make sure she stays in bed, gets enough rest, and takes her pills.” She told Dean.
The nurse left the room.

“Ready to go home, y/n?” He asked calmly.
“I already am home, Dean.” He looked at you confused.
“You’re my home.” You said sweetly.

Dean looked at you and smiled looking down.
“I love you, y/n.” He said looking back up at you, nervously.

You smirked back at him.

“Baby, I know.” You said as he was walked over to help you up and seat you on the wheelchair.
Dean leaned down and kissed you.

“Wait, Dean!” You said quietly.

“What?!” He said worried. Checking if you were okay.

“Did she mention anything on how long I have to wait to have sex again?” You looked up at him.

“Fuck.” He ran out of the room calling for the nurse.

Hiiiiiiii, Awa here ✲゚。.(✿╹◡╹)ノ☆.。₀:*゚✲゚*:₀。 

Are you guys surprised to see me ? No? I know its been a reaaaaaaaaaaaaallllly looooooong time since I was last  here. Missed me? (maybe not lol

Okay, so straight to the point. Because its a special day, I decided to make my 2nd follow forever, and this will also be my FAREWELL POST T_T. For those who noticed, I’ve been inactive for quite some times. After giving it so much thought, I’ve made up my mind that it is time to say goodbye. I would like to use this opportunity  to officially says my farewell to all my beautiful friends and followers here who have been with me all this time. I will no longer making gifs and post anything on my tumblr but I do come here once in a while to check out exo’s news, activities and stuff, and check my messages, but that’s it. HOWEVER I will not deactivate my blog.This blog is too special to me and I have tooooooo many wonderful memories here, and I want keep them forever ❤ . 

I want to thank all of you guys (my 5k> followers  ❤ ) for giving me such a memorable memories that I will never, ever forget. I met awesome people, made new friends, share my happiness, my stories and i got to share my love for exo with all of you. I never for a moment imagined that my blog would received so much love (my blog is just a trash T_T i dont deserve you guys). Im overwhelmed that I still gained new followers despite my inactiveness. From the bottom of my heart, thank you. Thank you for bringing me so much happiness. I really enjoyed every moment I get to spend with all of you here. And I want to apologize if I have ever hurt anyone’s feeling. Please know that I've never intended to do so. You guys are all truly wonderful and I wish you all the best in anything you do. Stay awesome and keep loving exo.

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🌷This is a SPECIAL SHOUTOUT to my amazing, beautiful, wonderful, fabulous, lovely friends that i met here on tumblr. Goshh i dont deserve you guys T.T You always make me feel special🌷

💗 Tidbit @qtyxng​ is kinda the first one to talk to me and im really thankful for that. Thank you for noticing me. I had fun time talking to you especially. I really admire your love for Yixing. And I am honored to have you as my friend.

💗 Beste @besternatexo​​ we share the same love for chansoo omg please know that i am grateful  to finally found someone i can talk about chansoo with. I really like talking to you, and i miss you so much. Thank you for willing to listen to me and talk to me, being so nice to me and put up with my crazy rant absurd problems. ily

💗  Ahreum @dyominos​ senpaiiii who is the kindest and the sweetest. Thank you for willing to be my friend Ahreum. You are one of the earliest blog  that i followed  (because your blog is perfect! (goals!!)) , and  you are one of my earliest follower. Talking to you always brings me a lot of joy and I will never forget that. Im lucky to know you. <3

💗 Tiff @chancasso​​ who is a really nice and lovely person, and very friendly too! Thank you  Tiff for treating me so well, and be so kind to me when Im just being weird. And you love chansoo too yeayyy!

💗 Phoenix @kyungsmoothhh​​ my squishy friend Phoenix. Thank you for everything. You always know how to make me smile. Glad that we can share our love for kyungsoo together. I happy to have you in my life

💗 Aly @pseudosoo​ gosh i remember that we used to talked to each other almost everyday and our messages are always so long because we talk about everything hahha. Thank you for putting up with my nonsense crazy rambling. 

💗 Lucy @dohkyungcutie​​ cutie Lucy. I’ve only known you for a short amount of time but I had such a great time talking to you. You are funny, and kind and crazy (in a good way). Thank you for not getting bored talking to me XD 

💗  Karla @exo-is-life-and-love​ who always says nice things to me and always makes my day with sweet messages. ;A; thank you x100.  You are such an adorable person 

💗 Ri @chansoo-ie​ another chansoo trash yeayyy! I really enjoyed talking to you. Thank you for putting up with me all this time

💗 Hana @v-dyo​ also senpaiiiii aka kyungsoo trash! we dont talk much to each other but Im still thankful to you for being nice to me and willing to talk to me. 

💗  Ngan @banhsoo​​ who have a beautiful soul. Although we only talked for a few times, but i felt greatful that you have time to talk to someone like me. You are generous and thoughtful, amazing and so fun to talk to. And we share the same love for coffee omg! maybe we can be coffee buddies like xiumin and luhan XD

💗 Freya @dattebaekyo , Purse @spooky-sexual-ksoo, Karina @exo-planet-luhan@chanyeolonew,  thank you for spending your time talking to me and baring with me when Im just an awkward, and  boring  person haha. It really means a lot. You guys are awesome!

Goshh i have soooo many things to say tbh, but I really don’t know how to express my feelings and thoughts and put them into words. Im sorry that Im not good at keeping in touch. But even though we dont talk to each other anymore, I still think about you guys from time to time. I love you guys so much. And I’ll miss you!!

p.s: If you are included in my friend list, but does not feel the same way, I apologize ;; Just ignore it

p.p.s: I am deeply sorry if I have missed anyone out. If we have talked before, but dont remember you, please let me know so I can express my gratitude to you guys, and include you in my friend list okay. 

So….i think that is all I wanted to say. Once again, a big THANK YOU to everyone here who have showered me with lost of love and  given me a beautiful memories to be remembered. Goodbye…


For thebestpersonherelovesbucky (happy birthday!), ithewhimsyviper-seven, myhandsarenotmyown, and everyone else who thinks T.J Hammond deserved better.

- There will be a few different pairings.
- ✩ for my personal favorites.
- New additions and updates will be marked with ϟ.
- As always, heed the tags and warnings before reading the fics.

Updated 15.02.2016

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A/N: I’m so sorry I took so long to post the new chapter! I’ve been busy these past couple of days and was supposed to post it last night but never had the chance to; also, thank you all for the birthday wishes, they were much appreciated! This is a pretty sad/heartbreaking chapter but it’s v important so…enjoy!

Word Count: 5.1K+

Warning: Mentions of death…angst! Surprisingly, I don’t think there’s profanity?

It would be a complete and total lie if you hadn’t known that Kylo loved you, it was obvious–at least in your eyes–that the man felt this way towards you. Even when you teased him then about how he loved you, you knew it to be true…you just never wanted to believe it. You did everything in your power to discourage yourself, saying the man could never love or possibly feel it, but you were wrong…so, very wrong. He could feel it, and he could feel it in a way that it made your heart ache.

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