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When I woke, the shadows of dusk were gathering on the veranda outside the open French doors of my bedroom, and Jamie lay naked beside me, hands folded on his belly, breathing deep and slow.

He felt me stir, and opened his eyes. He smiled sleepily and reaching up a hand, pulled me down to his mouth. He had had a bath, too; he smelled of soap and cedar needles. I kissed him at length, slowly and thoroughly, running my tongue across the wide curve of his lip, finding his tongue with mine in a soft, dark joust of greeting and invitation.

I broke loose, finally, and came up for air. The room was filled with a wavering green light, reflections from the lagoon outside, as though the room itself were underwater. The air was at once warm and fresh, smelling of sea and rain, with tiny currents of breeze that caressed the skin.

“Ye smell sweet, Sassenach,” he murmured, voice husky with sleep. He smiled, reaching up to twine his fingers into my hair. “Come here to me, curly-wig.”

Freed from pins and freshly washed, my hair was clouding over my shoulders in a perfect explosion of Medusa-like curls. I reached up to smooth it back, but he tugged gently, bending me forward so the veil of brown and gold and silver fell loose over his face.

I kissed him, half-smothered in clouds of hair, and lowered myself to lie on top of him, letting the fullness of my breasts squash gently against his chest. He moved slightly, rubbing, and sighed with pleasure.

His hands cupped my buttocks, trying to move me upward enough to enter me.

“Not bloody yet,” I whispered. I pressed my hips down, rolling them, enjoying the feel of the silky stiffness trapped beneath my belly. He made a small breathless sound.

“We haven’t had room or time to make love properly in months,” I told him. “So we’re taking our time about it now, right?”

“Ye take me at something of a disadvantage, Sassenach,” he murmured into my hair. He squirmed under me, pressing upward urgently. “Ye dinna think we could take our time next time?”

“No, we couldn’t,” I said firmly. “Now. Slow. Don’t move.”

He made a sort of rumbling noise in his throat, but sighed and relaxed, letting his hands fall away to the sides. I squirmed lower on his body, making him inhale sharply, and set my mouth on his nipple.

I ran my tongue delicately round the tiny nub, making it stand up stiff, enjoying the coarse feel of the curly auburn hairs that surrounded it. I felt him tense under me, and put my hands on his upper arms to hold him still while I went on with it, biting gently, sucking and flicking with my tongue.

A few minutes later, I raised my head, brushed my hair back with one hand, and asked, “What’s that you’re saying?”

He opened one eye.

“The rosary,” he informed me. “It’s the only way I’m going to stand it.” He closed his eyes and resumed murmuring in Latin. “Ave Maria, gratia plena…”

I snorted and went to work on the other one.

“You’re losing your place,” I said, next time I came up for air. “You’ve said the Lord’s Prayer three times in a row.”

“I’m surprised to hear I’m still makin’ any sense at all.” His eyes were closed, and a dew of moisture gleamed on his cheekbones. He moved his hips with increasing restiveness. “Now?”

“Not yet.” I dipped my head lower and seized by impulse, went Pffft! into his navel. He convulsed, and taken by surprise, emitted a noise that could only be described as a giggle.

“Don’t do that!” he said.

“Will if I want to,” I said, and did it again. “You sound just like Bree,” I told him. “I used to do that to her when she was a baby; she loved it.”

“Well, I’m no a wee bairn, if ye hadna noticed the difference,” he said a little testily. “If ye must do that, at least try it a bit lower, aye?”

I did.

“You don’t have any hair at all at the tops of your thighs,” I said, admiring the smooth white skin there. “Why is that, do you think?”

“The cow licked it all off last time she milked me,” he said between his teeth. “For God’s sake, Sassenach!”

I laughed, and returned to my work. At last I stopped and raised myself on my elbows.

“I think you’ve had enough,” I said, brushing hair out of my eyes. “You haven’t said anything but ‘Jesus Christ’ over and over again for the last few minutes.”

Given the cue, he surged upward, and flipped me onto my back, pinning me with the solid weight of his body.

“You’re going to live to regret this, Sassenach,” he said with a grim satisfaction.

I grinned at him, unrepentant.

“Am I?”

He looked down at me, eyes narrowed. “Take my time, was it? You’ll beg for it, before I’ve done wi’ ye.”

I tugged experimentally at my wrists, held tight in his grasp, and wriggled slightly under him with anticipation.

“Ooh, mercy,” I said. “You beast.”

He snorted briefly, and bent his head to the curve of my breast, white as pearl in the dim green water-light.

I closed my eyes and lay back against the pillows.

“Pater noster, qui es in coelis…” I whispered.

We were very late to supper.

—Voyager, Ch. 57

Waking up to a Dark Mark (Draco Malfoy x Reader)

Prompt/Request: ‘’Okay so could you write an imagine where y/n and draco are cuddling and they both fall asleep, but in the middle of the night y/n wakes up and sees draco’s dark mark accidentally? And she wakes him up and gets mad, but he tells her that he had no choice? I know you’ll make it good haha I’m wait patiently :)’’ - Anonymous.

Word Count: 1,064.
Warning(s): Fluff. (sad to see that almost all my warnings contain the word fluff. JK, I love fluff)
Note: Okay so I’m really liking this request because I like fluff where Draco does something bad(ass) and then has to calm the reader down HA so gr8. THANK YOU FOR THE REQUEST, HOPE YOU LIKE IT!

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It was the beginning of the weekend and you choose to start this weekend in the best way possible, which was cuddling with Draco in his bed because his other roommates wouldn’t be there all day. After a hard time at school, tests everywhere and teachers being really bitchy, you thought you indeed deserved some alone time with your boyfriend.

Draco was stroking his fingers through your hair, wearing his usual white long sleeve shirt and a sweater along with it. You really liked it on him, not forgetting every single boy could match his clothes like this, but it looked like Draco knew how to wear it and how to make it look attractive.

Your legs tangled with each other and his other arm laying around your waist, you slowly started to feel tired, eyelids starting to hang a bit. You rested your head against his chest, sniffling his fresh smell, like he just went for a walk outside. You also smelled some apple scent, but you ignored it, enjoying the nice aroma as you cuddled with him.

‘You tired?’ you heard him ask, your eyes already closed as your breathe started to slow down.

‘Hm-mh,’ you answered, taking a deep breathe before nodding to make it more clear. He chuckled and continued stroking his fingers through your hair.

‘I’ll join you, dinner can wait another day,’ he whispered, pressing a kiss on your forehead. He lingered away, his hand still in your hair as you felt yourself drift away.

Let’s just say school got the best of you and you felt really tired about it. You shuffled a bit in his arms before letting sleep take over you, hearing Draco wishing you a ‘sleep well’ as you fell asleep.

After a good six hours later, you woke up slowly, feeling your back and neck aching, since you were in such a weird sleeping position. As you sat up slightly, you say Draco sleeping like an angel, making your heart flutter and wanting to cuddle him even more. His hair looked soft and all you wanted to do was letting your fingers go through it, but something made you look away from his blonde locks.

The tail of what seemed like a tattoo was visible on his left arm, but it was still covered almost. You slowly lifted up his sleeve more, revealing a tattoo which made you gasp slightly, feeling blood raising to your head.

It was the Dark Mark, freshly on his forearm, moving around like it wanted to get out of his skin. You took a closer look, breathing on his arm lightly as tears were pricking on the edges of your eyes.

Why would he do something so idiotic? Why wouldn’t he tell you this?

‘Y/N?’ you heard him whisper in a groan, just waking up probably and missing the warmth beside him. You stayed in the same position, staring at the Dark Mark, not believing it was really there. It was so scary, the thought of Draco being a Death Eater and on Voldemort’s side.

A tear was streaming down your cheek, falling on his mark.

‘Draco,’ you whispered, voice shaking and cracking slightly, ‘ why would you?’

Draco sat up so you couldn’t look at the Dark Mark anymore, him still sleepy and not getting what you meant. ‘What do you mean?’

You sniffled, slowly grabbing his left arm, rolling up his sleeve more before letting your fingers glide over the mark. It felt really creepy, like some worms were inside his skin, walking around and trying to get out like you said before.

‘Y/N I-’ he said, pulling back slowly, but you kept his arm in position with all the strength you had. More tears were falling on his arm and at this moment, you were sitting on your knees, crying over the Dark Mark of you damn boyfriend.

Draco pulled his sleeve down and you dropped his arm, ready to stand up and leave the room but Draco threw his arms around you. ‘Y/N, please listen to me, I can explain it,’ he whispered with a whining tone, you sobbing in your hands, still not believing this whole, ridiculous thing.

‘Explaining what? You having the bloody Dark Mark on your forearm?’ you hissed in a lower tone, careful not to wake up his roommates

Draco his lower lip was shaking and a moment later he pulled you in for a hug.

‘Please, listen to me, I had no choice. I never had a choice,’ he whispered in your ear, making you shiver as you cried in his shoulder softly, his hand running up and down your back.

And then you pulled back slightly, cupping one cheek of him before looking at him with sad eyes. He tilted his head, feeling the touch of your hand like it would be the last time he would feel it. And maybe it would indeed, because you may just walk out of the door and never look at him anymore, like he was nobody to you.

But you couldn’t, because you loved him.

‘Of course you had a choice Draco, you always have a choice,’ you said softly, feeling a tear in your hand as you saw a tear escaping from Draco his eye.

‘No Y/N, if I didn’t join the dark side, h-he would kill my parents, my friends…’ he said, looking down at your knees touching each other, ‘and you.’

Your hand fell down, your mouth hanging open, feeling so much pity towards the boy who had no choice.

‘Oh Draco,’ you sobbed, feeling so sorry for all the things he had go through. All the pain, all the pressure, it was all too much for him and you get that. You absolutely get that.

He whimpered, but you stopped him from making another noise as you placed your lips on his, kissing him soft and tender, wanting to make this one a special one.

It lasted for more than fifteen seconds, because it was a moment to remember, showing him your love and support. You would always be there for him, no matter what. And it eventually would end in a good way, you having faith in that Potter boy Draco disliked.

‘I love you,’ he muttered against your lips, you laughing low as you pecked him twice, noses touching.

‘I love you too, Draco, always.’

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The guys gave the fan who was at the microphone a smile; they could tell she was nervous by her laughter. “Hi, my name’s Jane. How’re you guys doing?” She asked into the mic.

“Hi Jane, I’m Jensen, this is Jared, and we are both doing very well today. You having fun?” Jensen answered her with a grin.

Jane chuckled into the microphone, “I’m doing fantastic. So um, I know this is your guys first time in the city and I was wondering how you’re liking it?”

“Oh we’re loving it!” Jared happily replied, “We came down two days early because Y/N, Jensen’s little sister goes to school here. She showed us around and it’s just been a lot of fun.”

Jensen nodded his head, “I’ve actually been here before.” Jensen said with a smile, “I’ve helped Y/N when it comes to moving time every year for school and she forces me to visit her every now and then. It’s a really cool city; I can see why my sister loves it here.”

“Do you have any stories to share?” Someone in the audience shouted out.

The boys shared a look before Jared brought his mic back up to his mouth, “Well since we’re talking about Y/N already, I think we should tell them about last night.”

Jensen instantly broke out into laughter as he brought the mic up, “She’s out shopping with Danneel so I think now is the only safe time to share it.” Jensen said while Jared began to laugh again.

“Okay, so as some of you guys know I have a little sister, Y/N. I like to, I keep the lives of my family private so you guys don’t know too much about her, but she’s a giant nerd. Ridiculously smart, prefers to hangout at home reading, but she’s crazy beautiful.” Jensen spoke about you with fondness in his voice.

“So we dragged her out last night and brought her to bar.” Jared cut in, laughter still evident in his voice

“She was so ticked.” Jensen said chuckling, “While we were at the bar a guy came up to her and asked her to dance. I didn’t want her to-”

“Jensen is very protective of Y/N-” Jared cut in.

“She’s my baby sister!” Jensen replied with mock offense, “Anyways, Danneel forced Y/N to give the guy a chance-”

“While I made Jay stay seated.” Jared said laughing.

“But my sister starts dancing with this guy, it’s obvious she doesn’t wanna be there, so she starts dancing like this.” Jensen tells the story while beginning to reenact your dance move. Next to him Jared was cracking up before he joined Jensen in dancing in their seats. “She was looking around too and I could just imagine her inner dialogue.”

“Oh my god I hate my brother. He made me go out, now I’m dancing with this guys and oh my god they all keep staring.” Jared said in a high pitched voice while Jensen and him continued to be you.

“Jared, I will kill you!” Your voice sounded from behind the stage.

“Oh shit, she’s here!”

God’s Confession

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Title: God’s Confession

Pairing: God!Chuck x Reader

Word Count: 1,103

Warnings: angst/fluff

A/N: This was requested by an non! I hope you all enjoy this! I love you all so much! <3 <3

You stood in the hallway as Dean and Sam talked to God, or Chuck as he called himself.  How could Chuck turn out to be God?  You couldn’t grasp onto it.  You met Chuck such a long time ago and never once did you think he could be God.  

As Dean and Sam left the library, you exchanged glances with them, walking in after them.  His expression seemed to brighten at the mere sight of you, but that was about to change.  Chuck’s smile quickly faded as he averted his eyes from you.

“I was hoping you wouldn’t be upset with me, but I can see that’s not the case,” Chuck mumbled, exhaling heavily.  “I don’t understand why you’re upset with me [Y/N].  What did I do wrong?”

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Imagine surprising Chris for his birthday.

A/N: I didn’t think I’d get a one shot done for his birthday, but I did. 😊 Happy birthday, Chris. And also, thank you so much for 5.5K! I love you all to bits. What a wonderful present to get on Chris’ birthday. X

13th of June 2017; Chris’ 36th birthday. You had big plans for your husband’s birthday, except they weren’t going to take place until later in the evening. Unlike Chris who had just finished filming the first part of ‘Avengers: Infinity War’, you were still needed at your job. You had quite a bit to do today and seeing as you had plans to meet Chris at 6:30PM, you were on a bit of a time crunch. You got up earlier than usual, texting your driver to pick you up with breakfast from yours and Chris’ favorite brunch spot. You weren’t going to be there when Chris woke up, the least you could do was get him some delicious maple walnut bagels.

By the time Chris woke up, you’d already left for work and Dodger had taken your bed space. He chuckled and scratched his best friend’s head, then narrowed his eyes when he spotted a folded piece of paper tucked in Dodger’s collar. He smiled when he saw that it was in your handwriting, it said: “Good morning, Birthday Boy. I couldn’t afford the day off, but I’m leaving work early. See you at 6:30, I’m sending Jason to pick you up so be ready. Your suit’s in the closet, pressed and ready to wear. I love you.” He kissed the note then pressed it to his nose, as always- you’d spritzed it with some of your perfume. You did it every time you left him a note, and he did the same when he left you one; it just made things more personal.

“Okay, Dodger,” Chris sat up, resting the note on his bedside table. “Let’s go see what Y/N left me for breakfast.” He said, knowing very well you’d left him breakfast. It was something you did when you had to leave for work early on special occasions: birthdays, anniversaries, Valentine’s Day.

You always thought that between the two of you he was the one that would miss out on all the big occasions, but it turned out to be you instead; the owner of a start-up that helped promote big fashion and beauty brands as well as dress celebrities and socialites. You wanted to complain, but it was hard to considering how much you loved your job. It wasn’t just because you got to work around clothes and makeup all day, it also helped you meet and marry your celebrity crush. You couldn’t believe how quickly the last four years had gone by, it felt like just yesterday you were launching your company.

Chris found the maple walnut bagels you’d left him and popped them in the toaster while he boiled some water to make some green tea. He filled Dodger’s food and water bowl while he waited for both his breakfast items to heat up. He was expecting more than breakfast, if he was being honest. You were a romantic who left him love notes and gifts even when it wasn’t his birthday, so why on earth wouldn’t you when you actually had a reason to do so? He flinched when the toaster popped out his bagels. He grabbed a plate to hold his bagels then grabbed the cream cheese from the fridge, sighing. 6:30PM was a long while away, what was he going to do with his day until then? He could drop by your work place to hang out, but he felt like he’d just seem needy if he did. He huffed and took a bite of his warm bagel, looking over at Dodger who was happily enjoying his kibble.

“Looks like we’re going to go for a long run, bud.”


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Chris fixed his tie in the mirror by the front door while he waited for your driver to pick him up. The day had been a long one waiting for 6:30PM, but it was finally here. He couldn’t wait to see you and see what you’d planned for him. You’d planned everything with great secrecy because this was something you knew you couldn’t let Chris’ curiosity ruin for himself. It was big and you wanted it to catch him with complete surprise as it did you when you found out. You couldn’t stop smiling when you saw the two lines appear on the stick, and you knew Chris wouldn’t be able to either when you told him he was finally getting the child he’d always wanted.

A knock on the door told Chris that Jason had arrived, he grabbed his house keys and opened the front door. “Hey, man.” Chris greeted Jason and earned a nod and smile from the man who’d been looking after his wife since she started her career. Jason opened the car door for Chris and Chris got into the car, smiling when he saw a bottle of his favorite beer sitting in a ice bucket. He chuckled and cracked it open as Jason got back into the car, pulling out of the driveway.

You got a text from Jason when they arrived at your company’s main headquarters. You were waiting on the roof with your news as well as a candlelit dinner catered by the Italian restaurant you and Chris went to on your first date. You were slightly nervous to tell Chris you were pregnant. You didn’t know why because you knew he’d be happy to hear it, but you were nervous. You weren’t trying for a child per se, but you weren’t not trying either. You both agreed that if it happened, it happened. You went off the pill and stopped using the latex barrier, allowing the universe to decide if the two of you should be parents.

“Don’t I feel special?” You heard Chris’ voice and you turned around, smiling when you saw him walking over. “You do know how to spoil me.” He looped an arm around your waist, pulling you into him as he pressed his lips against yours. You could taste the residual alcohol in his mouth as he kissed you. “Happy birthday to me,” he chuckled softly when he broke the kiss.

“Happy birthday indeed,” you smiled, wrapping your arms around his neck. Both of his hands landed on your waist as he smiled brightly at you. “Do you want your present first, or dinner first? I thought I’d give you the choice seeing as you’re the birthday boy.”

“Depends on what the present is, I mean- If it’s you and your Versace on the floor, I’d rather save it until we get home.” He winked and you laughed. “But if it’s something that doesn’t involve sexual favors then I’ll have the present first.” You rolled your eyes with a smile as you pulled away from his touch, taking his hand to pull him with you. You grabbed the envelope off the dinner table and held it out for him to take. “Aw, man. An envelope?”

“Excuse me?” You laughed. “Did you seriously just say that?”

“Sorry,” he chuckled. “I was just hoping for something- y'know, in a box. You nailed last year’s gift, I really liked that bottle of scotch you got me with the personalized glassware?” You tried not to smile too widely as you played out his reaction after he saw what was in the envelope in your head; you had no doubt he was going to regret everything he said. “But you know what, I’m sorry. It’s always the thought that counts and you are always superbly thoughtful. Envelope or box, I’m sure this is going to be an amazing gift.”

“If you’re disappointed, I can always make up for it when we get home ‘cause there’s a Victoria Secret gift bag waiting at the back of the wardrobe.” You teased him and he chuckled, shooting you a quick wink as he opened the envelope. “Disappointed?” You bit back your smile when you saw his jaw drop at the sight of the sonogram he’d just pulled out.

“Is this-” He looked up at you with tear filled eyes and you nodded, smiling. “So we’re-” He couldn’t even finish his sentence. He couldn’t breathe, he was holding a picture of his future child in his hand. He was going to be a father, the two of you were going to have a child. “YES!” He wrapped his arms around your waist, lifting you off the ground.

“Chris!” You yelped then laughed as he spun you in a circle. “Are you happy?” You asked as he continued to hold you against him; you ran one hand over his gelled hair and the other down his back. He nodded, burying his face in this crook of your neck. “Is this a better gift than the scotch last year?” He nodded again and you smiled. “Can you kiss me now?” You asked and he quickly met your lips.

“I love you,” he whispered, resting his forehead against yours.

“I love you too,” you smiled.

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Rock God

“God, I’m so damn nervous,” Jensen confessed, picking up his whiskey and downing it with a wince. 

You placed your hands on his hips and pulled him closer to you. His feet shuffled toward you with ease as his gaze fell upon your face, a smile sneaking onto his face. 

“Jen, you’re going to be incredible out there. They adore you,” you told him, moving your hands so that your fingers slipped under his shirt, his skin hot on your fingers tips as you felt him shiver at your touch. 

He placed his hand on your jaw line, pulling your face closer to his as he whispered, “You think so?” 

You could see the genuine question in his emerald eyes. They danced back and forth between yours, searching for the truth. 

“I know so,” you responded confidently, reaching up on your toes and kissing him firmly, your hand gripping the back of his neck to hold him tightly to you.

His arms slid around your waist, hugging you closer to him. You let your hands wander to his chest, your fingers playing with the leather jacket as you held him close. 

His lips were intoxicating. Every time you got a taste, you were lost. Hell everything about the man was intoxicating. You could never quite figure out what you had done to deserve a man like Jensen Ackles, but you had his last name, and he was yours. That’s what mattered. 

“I love you,” he whispered, hesitantly pulling away from your kiss swollen lips. 

“I know,” you smiled with a wink, your fingers brushing the soft hairs at the nape of his neck. “Now get out there and kick ass with that sexy as hell voice,” you smiled. His voice did things to you that you couldn’t accurately describe in words, but you were always sure to show him just how he made you feel. 

He tossed his head back in laughter and kissed your cheek before starting to turn away, heading for the black curtain that would lead him onstage to join Rob and the band. 

You grabbed his hand and pulled him hastily back to you, your lips crashing to his one last time. 

“I love you,” you mumbled against his lips, a smile spreading across his face. 

“I know,” he chuckled, pressing his lips to yours again. “What would I do without you?”  

“You’d survive. It’s me who needs you,” you assured him as he shook his head in disagreement. “You know I’m right, Ackles. Now go before they start a riot or something,” you laughed as you heard the crowd cheering for Jensen. 

He hugged you close and whispered against your ear, his breath fanning your neck. “I’d never be the same if I didn’t have you, sweetheart.” He pulled away before you could respond, and stepped through the curtain, embraced by the screaming crowd. 

That night Jensen sang Whipping Post. He blew it out of the park. He was the most relaxed you could remember him being while he was onstage singing. The way he moved around the stage as he sang, the smile that never left his gorgeous face, the crinkles in the corners of his eyes, all signs that he was having the time of his life. 

Jensen Ackles was a rock god, and he didn’t even know it. You couldn’t wait to treat him like one the second he stepped off the stage. 

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He didn’t know what to say. All he did was stare at the small figure sitting across the from from him. She was pale and eyes red from crying. He didn’t mean to make a mess of the situation. Harry just has an emotional heart and says what he feels.

“You can stop looking at me. It’s making me uncomfortable,” she turned to the side a bit to avoid his gaze. Harry didn’t respond but just continued to look at her. (Y/N) coughed and blew her nose, her throat still hurting from practically screaming five minutes earlier. Harry noticed that she started to shiver and immediately got up and got her a blanket.

“I don’t know how much longer we can keep this up (Y/N). It seems like we’re just a poison to each other,” Harry went on. (Y/N) sighed and slumped her shoulders not satisfied that they would continue to have a discussion. Harry knelt down next to her grabbing her small hand in his big one. He brought it to his lips and let them linger for a couple seconds.

It didn’t take much for her to burst out into tears again. “I just want to be able to love you without any consequences. Without any worries,” she mumbled through her cries. Harry started to feel the tears building up at the corners of his eyes.

“Listen I love you. I love everything about you and nothing will ever change that. It’s just not healthy for us to be together if this is how it’s going to be. We shouted at each other so loud I maybe be going a little def,” Harry joked. It got a little congested laugh out of (Y/N)’s mouth. You could see it in both of their eyes. They were in complete utter love. That was the truth, and everyone knew it.

“You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me. But you’re right, we have to let go.”

The tears continued and even Harry’s tears finally let go and fell down his face. He moved (Y/N) slightly over on the couch so he could sit next to her and cuddle his baby doll one last time. She rested her head on Harry’s chest getting comfortable. He kissed the top of it and stroked her hair.

“The world will bring us together again. When we’re better for each other.”

“Evan you can’t keep doing this to yourself.” His friends murmured to him on numerous occasion’s.

today he was with with Delirious, going onto their next heist for some cash. He pointed the pistol at the cashier with a defiant curse. He let the gun pop, rushing towards the register to pull the cash into his bag.

“V-Vanoss, the cops! thee cops are here!” his partner in crime shouted. 

He gave a nod, rushing out of the building and into their escape vehicle, leaving the Mini-mart to it’s own defenses. 

“Drive!” He shouted. 

Delirious slammed his foot onto the pedal, causing their stomachs to lurch at the sudden acceleration.

 Bullets ricocheted off their vehicle, causing the two to hiss in fear. Delirious swerved, casing Vanoss to loose his grip on his cash bag. 

“NO!” He shouted, hand splaying out in a desperate attempt to grab his loot. 

His fingertips grazed the bag, but in a twisted fate of karma the bag stumbled back onto the road. He watched in longing as they moved farther and farther away from both the cops and his hard earned cash.

Delirious silently drove into a darker area, getting out of the car with a small thump as opposed to how Evan slammed his door.

“I CAN’T BELIEVE IT!” Evan screeched, grabbing his owl mask and throwing it onto the floor.

He ran his hands threw his hair, n a desperate attempt to hold something.  Tears began to build up behind his eyes, lips quivering in disdain.

“I HAD IT” He roared. “IT WAS RIGHT THERE, GOD DAMMIT I CAN’T BELIEVE HOW MUCH I SCREW UP!”

Suddenly, a clattering was heard. Evan turned, catching a glimpse of deep blue eyes, before he was enveloped into a hug.Evan froze, unable to comprehend what was happening.

“Stop it you idiot.” Delirious hissed. “it Was a mistake, one that we all make, stop beating yourself up for it.”

Evan swallowed, allowing the taller male to pull him closer.

“Everyone has bad days and bad weeks Evan,” Delirious laughed. “Sometimes we just need a hug to feel better.”

Evan closed his eyes, letting a tear fall down his cheek as a smile made its way onto his face.

“Thank you.” 


So yeah i got bored, and  had a sad .dream last night.

so badabing badaboom this little thing showed up. this took awhile O^O

i am in love with Sad Evan, I’m Sorry

@jazzycabrera @cookie-monster-girl9110

MAGIC FINGERS

Kai Parker x Reader
word count
: 1 424
warning : smut
summary : a pre-quel of sorts to ’Don’t Let Me Go’…
*not my gif
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Y/N woke up in her bed , her hand reaching towards Kai finding only messy sheets in his place. She could hear sounds from downstairs. For a few moments she laid in her bed smiling , memories from the night before flashing in her mind - the way Kai’s hands roamed her body while his lips were attacking her , greedier than ever , as he tore apart her clothes. Y/N sat in her bed looking around the mess in her room… she had knocked over her lamp and there were little cracks on the walls where her nails had dig in for support. Her legs had turned to jelly and if it hadn’t been for Kai holding her , she would’ve been on the floor. The bed’s head board was missing a piece of wood where he had been holding onto while his had lenght had been thrusting fast and deep inside her. She got up , her bare feet touching the cold floor making her shiver for a moment , taking a few steps around the room trying to find something to put on … except her clothes were nowhere to be seen or laying somewhere torn to pieces. Her gaze followed the trail of clothes on the floor , finding Kai’s t-shirt. Y/N bent over picking it up , taking in Kai’s scent for a moment before putting it on and tiptoeing downstairs tracing her fingers long the wall on her way.
“Morning beautiful !” Kai said , his hands busy flipping pancakes in one of the pans and turning bacon in the other.  He had heard her coming before she had had popped her head through the door. Carefully he flipped the last pancake onto one of the plates, adding the bacon on the side lifting his gaze towards her , his jaw slightly dropping at the sight in front of him.
Y/N rested against the door frame , Kai’s shirt barely enough to cover her completely. He was wearing only his boxers , looking like a freaking greek god making her lose focus all over again , biting her lower lip a little. His brilliantly blue eyes glowing , widening a little as he saw her. Kai shortened the distance separating them in a second , his hands around her waist pulling her closer to him.
“You look so sexy wearing my shirt …” he whispered , playfully biting her earlobe before leaning in to kiss her , backing her against the door frame , pressing his body towards hers. So close Y/N could feel  the bulge starting to form in his boxers as he grinded against her for a moment. He pulled away , removing a strand of hair from her face , feeling her cheeks blush at his touch.
“Thanks.” she said , pulling him in for another kiss , her fingers tangled in his hair pulling him closer to her again. She hated it when there was distance between them , it felt wrong.
Kai’s hand traced the skin on her arm , all the way from her shoulder to her fingers , glancing for a moment at the stove. His fingers intertwining with hers for a moment before he tossed her over his shoulders making her laugh , his hands on her hips and started walking back upstairs.
“I changed my mind… I don’t want to have pancakes for breakfast.” he said laughing. “I want to have you.”
Y/N blushed all over again hearing his words , feeling butterflies flutter in her stomach and her heart beating faster. He was able to do that just with one look , one touch .. like he didn’t even try , not that he had to. Ever since they had met the attraction between them pulled them together like magnets , always in sync about everything.
Kai let her down on her bed gently , his hands tugging on the shirt she was wearing …
“Ohh … This will have to go.” he said fake pouting , but Y/N grabbed his wrist.
“No. Don’t tear it off.” she said smiling. “I kind of like it…”
Kai laughed. “I don’t know why you bothered putting it on.” he leaned over her , her hands on the back of his head pulling him down towards her.
“To torture you.” she whispered smiling.
Kai looked at her , with a devilish smirk his fingers tickling the inside of her thigh , going up and down before teasing her entrance. He planned on ‘torturing’ her all morning .. all day if it depended on him. She was already starting to get wet , closing her eyes for a moment enjoying his touch.
“Is that so ?” he asked . “Two can play that came , sweetheart.” he whispered in her ear , his breath tickling the skin on her neck as his fingers teased her entrance , going in only an inch before pulling out repeating it over and over again , Y/N letting out a frustrated groan.
Kai smirked , his lips smashing agains hers kissing her deeply before thrusting two fingers inside her , her moan muffled by his kiss.
“You are so … Mmmohhh”
“So what , sweetheart?” Kai said softly pushing his fingers deeper inside her , curling them around at an agonisingly slow rhythm , his thumb rubbing her clit.  He pulled her shirt up enough for him to cup her breasts , swirling his tongue around her nipples before placing sloppy kisses on the way down her stomach. His fingers curled inside her one more time , going faster this time making her arch her back and then he pulled them out , burring his face between her legs his hands on her thighs pushing them apart giving him the access he wanted.
Y/N had completely gotten lost , everything around her was a blur … everything except Kai. He was teasing her , driving her completely insane ..and then he had pushed his fingers inside curling them like that , hitting all the right spots she felt like mush.
“Fuck , Kai ” she moaned grinding her hips on his fingers.
She could feel his tongue swirling around her clit , his lips sucking on it and nibbling every few seconds. He had turned her into a moaning mess , pushing his fingers back inside her curling them slowly before thrusting in an out of her at a steady pace. Her hands reached for his head pushing him closer , her fingers tugging on his hair.
“So wet , just for me.” Kai groaned , sending vibrations directly into her clit making her moan a little louder. Y/N’s moans were music to his ears , getting louder with every thrust of his fingers inside her , his motions getting faster feeling her walls clenching around his fingers. He stopped for a moment pushing a third finger inside her. She let out a small scream , not expecting this. Kai lifted his head looking at her , her hands squeezing her breasts , arching her back with her eyes semi closed and he smirked knowing it was all because of him , then Y/N saw him watching her. Their’ eyes locked on each other as Kai speeded up his magic fingers inside her using his vampire speed on a few of the thrusts turning her moans into small screams. He knew it was cheating but didn’t care cuz he knew she loved it.
“K-Kai I’m close…” she moaned , as he curled his fingers inside her again thrusting in and out at a faster pace.
“Cum for me sweetheart.” he said and a few moments later her body started shaking as the orgasm washed over her , screaming his name. Kai’s fingers still thrusting inside her , his tongue going in a stripe across her clit.
Kai grinned at the sight in front of him. He loved seeing her fall apart because of him.  Y/N pulled him up towards her , lifting herself up enough for her lips to meet his , tasting herself on them.
“Oh baby girl , you have no idea of all the fun I have planned for us…” he said softly ,  brushing her cheek  "but first , you need to eat other ways you won’t last until lunch…“
Y/N laughed covering her face with her hands for a moment.
“I can’t wait.” she said winking at him , a moment later he pulled her up from the bed, turning to walk downstairs. “Hey , Kai ?” she called out after him , making him turn around. “Catch.”
Y/N ran towards him jumping up , wrapping her legs around his waist and her hands around his neck , a wide grin showing on Kai’s face. She smashed her lips against his unable to get enough of him.
“I love you.” she said playfully rubbing her nose in his.
Kai laughed returning the gesture.  "I love you too , princess.“

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MASTERLIST March / April 2017

MASTERLIST MAY 2017
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STILES STILINKSI X READER

MAYBE

Request: hii! idk if you take requests for stiles, but could you do one where the reader has liked Issac a while but he doesn’t feel the same, so stiles goes to comfort her and ends up accidentally gushing his feelings for her. thank you! <3 

warnings: just fluff, more fluff, kisses, and fluff.

gif cred @lovemusiclifexx

X

They had been sitting in the clustered little cafe around half an hour, but she still hadn’t brought a finger to her mug of cocoa. She sat with her legs folded to her chest, black jeans skinny and tattered, a comfy over sized white sweater drooping around her front. Her hair fell in tangled waves around her face, and her bright eyes bore intently into the marshmallows floating atop the surface of her drink.

“Hey, earth to (Y/N),” Stiles snapped after the fourth time of trying to get her attention.

“Wha-sorry,” she shook her head, blinking away her stars and raising her eyes to Stiles’ bright coppery brown ones.

He leaned forward a little in his big green sofa chair, his blue flannel hung loosely around his shoulders. He took a deep breath, his lips parting as he blinked, “you’re thinking about him, aren’t you?”

“Am not,” she fired back defensively, her cheeks flaring up.

“Oh come on sweet cheeks, you haven’t touched your cocoa in thirty minutes, and that stuff is usually a cure to anything for you,” he chuckled.

“How do you know that?” she stammered, arms folding.

“Because I know you,” he smiled. His little dimples arose on his cute cheeks, his bright eyes crinkling as he watched her response intently.

She sat quiet for a minute, toying with a string on her sweater, “am I good enough?” she asked at last.

Stiles gaped, taken a back, “obviously, what, why?!”

“Well because apparently he doesn’t think so,” she pouted, lower lip jutting out.

“Ugh, Isaac? That guy? Really?” Stiles rolled his eyes.

“Hey, don’t say it like that,” she huffed.

“Well I’m sure you have better taste than in sunshine haired werewolf boys with commitment issues,” Stiles leaned back in his chair, tapping his foot against the polished wooden floorboards.

“Stiles,” she warned.

“Right, sorry, sorry!” he raised his hands in defeat, tilting his chin to the ceiling, where golden lights came trickling down from strings.

“You say it like you know better,” she teased, “do you?”

His eyes flickered back to hers, “maybe.”

Her hands wrapped around her big red mug as she took a sip of her not so hot drink, the chocolate making her feel bubbly and good just like Stiles knew it would. 

“Enlighten me,” she smiled.

“Oookay,” Stiles ran his slender fingers absentmindedly through his messy brown hair. “I think there’s someone out there who really cares for you, like a lot, like you’re their whole world,” his voice lowered seriously. “I think he loves how your laugh sounds, and he just wants to hear it all the time, to know you’re happy and that he can give you everything you deserve.”

He finished quietly, his eyes burning holes into the oak table and basically looking anywhere except at hers. He breathed in the scent of freshly brewed coffee and warm pastries, his heart doing flips. The cafe was practically empty by this point, and they were the last two to be sat in the cozy back room.

“Mm,” she contemplated, setting down her mug when he finished. “Now where do you think my mystery man is, Mr. Stilinski?” she beamed.

“Probably closer than you think,” he tried weakly.

She stared at him for a good few seconds, eyes flickering up and down her friend with interest, and then she burst out in a fit of giggles.

“What?” stiles chuckled, throat rumbling from the sight of her sinking into her laughter with little wheezes for air.

“Phew, you got me for a second there,” she snorted. “Oh god,” she covered her face like she always did when she ugly laughed, but Stiles just grinned. He loved her ugly laugh.

“What?” he said again.

“Oh nothing,” she bent forward in her chair and placed her palm to Stiles’ knee, “it was a good act though.”

“Act?” Stiles pondered, buzzing with electricity from where she touched him.

“Well you know, Stiles the nerdy goofball, lecturing me on love? Yeah right,” she winked.

“Heyy,” Stiles said with mock hurt, the butterflies in his stomach dying down, “you’d be surprised how knowledgeable I am in that area.”

“Oh please, the farthest you’ve managed is a high school crush, and lord knows she’s not going anywhere near that area,” the girl snickered.

Stiles let out a giggle, resting his palm atop the girls hand. She didn’t flinch away, but she tensed, just a little.

“Okay, so I’m a little lacking in the relationship field. But you had a crush on a dumb jock of a werewolf with raging hormones,” he fired back playfully.

“Ouch,” she said.

“Too soon?” Stiles asked, wondering if he’d hurt her feelings.

“Nah,” she smiled, “I don’t need that loser,” she decided.

“There you go!” Stiles beamed, “you finally came around.”

“I guess I just needed the right person to show me how,” she squeezed his hand lightly.

“Here,” Stiles said, moving his hand and raising a thumb to her face. She dipped back a little, but he shushed her protests and wiped the excess whipped cream from around her mouth anyways.

“Oof, thanks,” she said. “Wha-EW!” she giggled when Stiles licked the cream off his fingers with a smirk.

“What?” he snickered, “can’t waste. That would just be selfish.”

“Well, you’re right there. You’re not selfish, Stiles Stilinski.”

“Aren’t I?” he lifted a brow, frown settling in on his full lips.

“No,” she insisted. “You care too much about the people you love to hurt them,” she said, “one of the many wonderful things about you. Coupled with the fact that you buy me hot chocolate all the time,” she smiled.

“Well, I know how to treat a lady,” he said, giving her a nudge.

“Oh yeah?” she challenged.

“Hey hey hey, don’t judge. I bet I’m way better at this stuff than you’d give me credit for,” his warm brown eyes crinkled happily.

“Like?”

“Like I give great cuddles.”

“From practicing with your pillow?”

“Okay well I’m a good kisser, I bet.”

“From practicing on your hand?”

“Fine but I can fend off anyone who gets in our way.”

“From practicing with that flimsy thing you call a bat?”

Stiles stopped, eyes narrowing as he suppressed a smile, “you can make fun of me, but don’t you dare make fun of my bat.”

They burst out laughing in sync, wiping the tears from their eyes as they bent over themselves with giggles. When they finally calmed down enough to take a breather, the girl had propped herself on her elbows, leaning in towards him, and he mimicked her gesture.

His eyes flickered over his, and his voice came a whisper, “you’re really cute when you laugh, you know that?”

“Wow, guess you can add being a gentleman to that list of yours,” she blushed.

He sighed, his face saddening, eyes drawing away.

“What’s up?” she asked, tilting his chin up with her fingertips.

“You know what else I’m good at?” he said with a sense of defeat.

“What?” she said, so close to him now that she could breathe in his cologne and warm aroma.

“Falling for beautiful girls who can’t even see the power they have over me.”

For a second, she laughed. It was instinct. He was joking, right? That’s what Stiles was best at, jokes. But then her eyes came to him, and she noticed his hesitant gaze, tilted lips, and trembling fingers, and suddenly it wasn’t so funny. Stiles, the adorable and dorky Stiles, suddenly seemed far more intimidating in front of her.

She bent back, her heart faltering, “oh.”

The cafe seemed to spin around her. The floorboards were gone, the coffee’s scent was making her dizzy,  the lights were blurring.

“Yeah,” Stiles said softly. Then, when he saw her spaced out expression, “you okay?”

“Y-yeah,” she shook her head, taking in a long breath and focusing herself once more, “fine.”

“I’m sorry,” he said at once. “I shouldn’t have said anything, I-I m-mean that was dumb, obviously. I guess I was wrapped up in the moment and you’re whole fall for Isaac just got me all over the place,” he stammered, placing his head in his hands.

“Hey, no, Stiles, look at me,” she soothed, pulling his hands gently away from his face, “I’m glad you told me.”

“Really?” he rasped, fingers trembling against hers.

“Yeah, I was just so oblivious that it never even occurred to me you could feel like that, I’m sorry.”

“Don’t say that,” he said quietly.

“No, but I have to. You’re my best friend Stiles, you’ve always been there for me. So there for me that I never even thought twice of what we meant to each other besides that. You bringing it up just woke me up, shone a light for me, reminded me that…” she trailed off.

“That what?’ he murmured, golden flecked eyes darting over her face.

“Maybe you’re right. Maybe he is closer than I know,” she said. “I mean, who’s there when I can’t stand being alone or afraid? You. Who makes me laugh more than anyone else could? You. Who puts me first, the person who I know I would fight for the same way they would fight for me-” she babbled, fireworks erupting in her belly, suddenly wanting to melt under Stiles’ gaze.

“Loving you just comes so easy that I’ve been taking it for granted,” she finished.

It was weird for her, to stare at her best friend and suddenly see him clearly. His adorable freckles, the distinct blink of his eyes when he laughed, how much more vivid his eyes looked up close, the way he would twitch his nose or touch his face when he was nervous. It was like seeing him for the first time.

“What are you saying?” Stiles breathed.

“I don’t know what I’m saying,” she admitted, her heart doing bounds.

Stiles bent forward, so close their noses almost brushed each other.

“Okay. What are you feeling?” he tried.

“I’m feeling,” she whispered, heart going into overdrive, unable to think clearly from being so close to him.

“Yeah?” he breathed.

“I’m feeling…” she blinked down at his lips, and he tilted his head like he was daring her to try something.

“I’m feeling kind of like I want to kiss you,” she said, her last words coming muffled as she spoke them into the breath where her lips met Stiles’. They were soft and warm, intoxicating, even, and god did Stiles know how to use them. He brought a hand to her cheek, fingers sliding across her flesh and into her hair as he bent more deeply into her mouth, sending electricity through her veins. She detached herself for a breath, but he was back at once, and there was a sudden urge for dominance as the two molded their lips together with more pressure, dipping back and forth as one leaned in harder than the other. Her hands went to his hair, brushing through his soft locks and tugging softly at them, the smell of the cafe being drowned out by his gentle aroma, and the brief taste of him being enough to have her hooked, to know she was going to have it bad.

Stiles pulled away with a long breath, his big eyes blinking open to hers, their foreheads touching.

“Wow,” stiles said breathlessly.

“Wow,” she repeated, instantly hating the way her mouth felt without his lips pressed to hers. “I guess that practice on your hand really did pay off,” she giggled.

“You just couldn’t help yourself, could you?” Stiles’ eyes crinkled, his lips twitching.

“I really tried,” she laughed.

He brushed his nose lightly to hers with a big smile that filled her whole being with joy.

“You really make me crazy, Stiles Stilinski,” she said in awe of him.

“Do you think,” he started nervously, “I can continue to make you crazy? I can be, you know, the only guy making you crazy, maybe?” 

“Maybe?” she repeated.

“Yeah,” his cheeks warmed.

“More than maybe,” she decided.

Plot: Sebastian Stan. You’ve heard that name a million times before, and not in interviews. No, you heard that name every single morning for four years straight. During high school attendance. You and Sebby were partners in crime. Two peas in a pod. Best friends. You even lived in the same apartment building in high school, and when you weren’t at his place, he was at yours. He was the starry eyed Romanian kid who was gonna grow up and be an actor, and you were the one who fought off all the jerks who said he couldn’t. But high school ended and you simply lost touch. So when you run into him at a random ice cream parlor in Brooklyn, old feelings resurface and new ones arise. Because he’s not a starry eyed kid anymore.

Warnings: language


Characters: Sebby Stan and Chris Evans


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“I’m telling you Chris, that’s her. That’s y/n!” Sebastian assures, trying to look back at you without making it obvious.

“You mean the y/n? The one from high school? The one you talk about way too often and haven’t seen in years?” Chris laughs, not caring to make his staring at you discreet.

The final day of filming for Captain America: Civil War was a month ago and all the cast went their separate ways. But of course, they can’t be apart for too long. So when Chris said he’d be in New York for a movie he’s directing, Seb insisted he stay with him.

And now here they are. At an ice cream parlor on the corner of Jay and Willoughby in downtown Brooklyn, trying to spend as much time in the line as possible do they can debate wether or not Seb should go talk to you.

“Yeah that y/n.” Seb nods, unable to keep from smiling. He tries to hide his blushing expression from Chris, who has already teased him enough about the memories he’s shared from when you and him were young.

“Holy shit.” Chris grins, covering his mouth with his hand to stifle a laugh.

“What?” Seb questions in response, refusing to meet Chris’s gaze.

“You! You are what’s funny!” he retorts, “All this time I thought you and her were just old pals or something. But you had a crush on her didn’t you?” Sebastian tries to say something in his defense, but he can’t seem to form the right words. “Was she your girlfriend?” Chris asks, noting how stunning you are as he glances back to survey you again.

“No!” Seb shouts a little too quickly, and a little too loudly, “No, definitely not. I never…she never…we never….” he stumbles, suddenly flustered. “We were just friends. I never thought of her as anything but a friend.”

Chris gives him a suspicious look, biting his bottom lip as he squints at his obviously lying friend. “So that’s it? You were just friends? BFF’s? Besties? Freshmen Sebastian never thought to ask out his gorgeous best friend?” he asks incredulously.

“Nope, we were just friends.” Seb shrugs, trying to seem casual, “And I’m lucky we were that. Who would want to hang out with the dorky Romanian kid?” he adds, his words smaller.

“Well I sure did.” comes a calm voice that makes both Chris and Seb freeze immediately. Seb’s eyes dart to Chris’s, which are wide and slightly terrified.

“Fuck.” he mouths, slowly turning around.

“You two are horrible whisperers.” you laugh, “Sebastian Stan. I haven’t seen you since-”

“Our last summer together.” he finishes, memories of those warm glorious months before you both went to college flashing through his mind. Without thinking he steps forward and throws his arms around your shoulders, pulling you against him in a tight embrace. “I’ve missed you.” he mutters, closing his eyes as he takes a deep breath.

“I missed you too Sebby.” you laugh, calling him the nickname you used way back when. You pull away and look him up and down, shaking your head all the while. “You look so different.”

“I’d hope so.” he chuckles, shoving his hands in his jean pockets. And for a moment you both forget everything that’s around you. For a moment, you’re just two confused kids back in high school trying to figure out the world together. For a moment, nothing has changed.

And then Chris clears his throat loudly and the moment is gone.

“Oh, yeah. You’re here.” Seb nods jokingly, “Y/n this is Chris.”

“Chris…I feel like I’ve seen you somewhere before…” you say as he reaches out to shake your hand.

“Well I’m an act-”

“Plumber? A plumber right? Did you come and fix my sink last weekend?” you ponder much to Sebby’s amusement. For a split second Chris’s confident bravado falls and he looks slightly disappointed.

“No. No I did not.” he sighs, elbowing Seb in the ribs as he continues to laugh uncontrollably.

“I’m kidding, of course I know who you are. You’re Chris fucking Evans for god’s sake.” you assure to his relief, all though he’d never admit it. You’ve loved Marvel since you were a kid, so of course you’ve seen him and Seb in the movies.

“So do you live here in Brooklyn or are you visiting or what?” Seb asks, looking up at you with a glimmering smile. Seeing you again, all these years later right in front of him, it just brings everything back. Everything he felt for you in high school, all those memories of sleeping at each other’s houses when you couldn’t bear to be at your own, and talking on the phone until you fell asleep, and ditching every single school dance because neither of you were ever asked.

Well, that last one wasn’t entirely true. You were always asked by multiple people to all the lame school dances, but you never told him that. No, because Seb was your best friend. And if he wasn’t going then neither were you.

“I live here now. Just moved into an apartment a few blocks away.” you say, shuffling forward as the line to order ice cream moves forward. When you left your place this morning you didn’t plan on coming here. But it’s hot out and ice cream was too tempting to pass up, so you decided to stop. And now you’re insanely glad you did.

“You live with your boyfriend I assume?” Chris chimes in, as a horrified Sebastian kicks him in the ankle.

“Wow that was um…that was very discreet Evans. Very discreet.” you say sarcastically, your cheeks reddening with embarrassment. Sebastian’s cheeks are of course much redder. “But uh, no. No I’m not seeing anyone.”

“Well in that case why don’t you and Seb here-”

“Go sit at a table while you get the ice cream? Sounds great Chris thanks.” Sebastian interrupts, and before Chris can protest you are whisked away to the table farthest from the register, near a glass window where warm sunlight streams through.

“He’s quite the charmer isn’t he?” you smirk, taking a paper napkin out of the holder and folding it in your hands. Seb let’s his head fall in his hands and groans.

“I didn’t tell him to ask that, I swear.” he says embarrassedly, running his fingers through his Bucky length hair. You nod understandingly. You went to middle school, high school, and college. You’ve heard far worse from guys. After a few moments, he works up the nerve to look you in the eyes again, immediately regretting the decision. Because when he looks at you, he’s suddenly lost and breathless. Even after all these years you’ve still got him lovesick as hell.

“I gotta ask you something y/n.” he says abruptly, “Do you remember second semester of freshmen year? When you got in that fight against those two guys?” he asks, not really expecting you to. Maybe the memories he remembers so clearly and fondly you don’t care about as much.

“You mean the fight I won against those two assholes? Of course I remember Sebby!” you laugh, tossing the balled up napkin at his forehead, “Because afterwards you took me out Juniors and bought me an entire cheesecake. Then held back my hair when I threw up an entire cheesecake.”

He shakes his head in laughter as he knocks away the napkin, causing it to bounce off the window and onto the table. “Well, and I know this shouldn’t bother me but, I mean god I’ve wondered about this for years…”

“Spit it out.” you laugh, glancing at the register to see if Chris has ordered the ice cream yet. You didn’t even tell him what flavor you wanted.

“Why? Why in the hell did you fight two guys twice your size? What could have made you so damn mad? Anytime I tried to ask you just…said they deserved.” he says, laughing off the words. He tucks a loose strand of hair behind his ear and rests his chin in his hand.

“Well they did. Deserve it I mean, they deserved it.” you nod, your mind flashing back to that day in a quite vivid memory.

“But why? That’s all I wanna know.” he insists.

“It was a million years ago. I don’t…I mean…it was stupid. It doesn’t matter.” you say sheepishly.

“I know, I know that.” he mutters unconvincingly, “But the fact that you wouldn’t explain made me think the fight was about…me.”

You offer a frail smile and draw in a long breath. Seb looks at you, eyes wide and sweet, and suddenly he’s not him anymore. He’s not this tall, built, model like handsome guy. Suddenly he’s high school Sebastian again, smiling all bright and innocent with cute, soft features. And you don’t want to hurt him. But it’s been years since that day, and you know he won’t stop asking.

“They were just…they were talking about you in, um, in a, er, not nice way.” you say in a small voice, your hands curling into fists at the thought, “They we making fun of you Sebastian, you and your whole acting dream, but they didn’t mean it. I mean, they were just trying to make me mad. They were being immature teenagers that were unaware of the fact that I could throw a badass left hook.” Your breaths are harder and faster than you mean for them to be, but you can’t control it. It’s stupid, because it’s over and it was over the moment you sent those guys to the nurses office, but it still makes you mad.

“Oh” Sebastian mutters, not really sure what he thought the answer to be, “That’s…expected.” he laughs.

“If it makes you feel any better, you proved em all wrong. Every last one.” you smile, reaching your hand over to grab his without really meaning to.

“Except for you of course.” he says, his voice barely a whisper, “You were always ridiculously optimistic about me.” You only shrug in response, but it’s true. For some reason you had an uncanny faith in him, when he said he was going to be an actor you simply nodded your head in agreement and decided you would help him get there.

“I get to ask you a question now.” you state, offering a bright smile as you slip your hand out of his, “Is it true that you never thought to ask me out?” You cover your face with your hands and peek at him through your fingers. And he is laughing.

“My god y/n, of course I did! I thought about it every fucking day. I just said that so Cupid over there wouldn’t try and set us up. But that didn’t really work did it?” Seb smiles, sighing in defeat, “I was in love with you, l mean really in love with you. It was bad.” He looks up at you with those sparkling eyes of his, unsure of how you’ll react.

“Damn it Sebastian! Why didn’t you just ask me out?” you chuckle, “You do realize that we were both single all through high school because we, the two closest friends in the whole world, didn’t tell each other the truth?”

“Wait, what do you mean the truth? Did you…I mean did you actually…” he stutters, feeling like an idiot teenager all over again.

“Have a crush on you? Yes, I did. I’m convinced you will always be clueless when it comes to romance Sebastian Stan.” you say. Then, as if on cue, Chris waltzes over to the table carrying two ice cream sundaes ladled with chocolate sauce.

“I didn’t know what flavors you guys wanted so I just got the ones I wanted and covered them in chocolate.” Chris explains in what seems to be an apologetic tone, but the eager smile he wears says otherwise. He slides the rather large glass bowls across the table, one for him and one for you and Seb to share. Ah, what a hopeless romantic. “So what did I miss? Any embarrassing stories about young Sebastian you care to tell me?”

You ponder the question for a moment. You’ve got plenty, because who didn’t do embarrassing things in high school, but he’s also got a lot on you.

“No. Nope. Never. Not gonna happen.” Sebastian interjects become for you can say a word, “New topic. Um, y/n that’s a great shirt.” he says absentmindedly, just now noticing the shirt.

“It sure is. And I bet it would look even better on Sebastian’s bedroom floor.” Chris says plainly, as if it’s the most normal thing in the world. All you do is roll your eyes and bite down hard on your bottom lip to keep from laughing at Sebastian’s mortified expression.

“Chris.” Seb grunts, pushing him up from his chair, “Why don’t you go get some napkins or something?”

“But you’ve got napkins right-”

“Please.” Sebastian says through clenched teeth, a worn smile playing on his lips. Chris, able to take a hint, shuffles off.

You spoon a bite of the rapidly melting ice cream into your mouth, unable to tell what the flavor is underneath all the chocolate sauce.

“Okay, new question.” Seb states, eating a spoonful of ice cream from the same dish.

“Shoot” you say lamely, making cheesy finger guns at him. He takes a shaking breath and claps his fingers together, his gaze fixed downward at the table. He opens his mouth to say something but can’t seem to form the words, and instead offers a shy smile.

“Would you maybe…want to…could…” he tries, his voice barely audible, “Do you think you’d want to come back here someday?”

You give him a puzzled look and shrug your shoulders. “Yeah I guess, since I live so close and stuff.” you laugh, still confused by his question.

“No not like that. I mean yes like that, but not like that kind of that.” Seb says in a heated flurry of words, “I mean with me. Would you want to come here again with me, at the same time. Together?”

Is he asking you out? On a date? To an ice cream parlor that you are currently sitting in?

“No thank you Sebby.” you nod, swirling the halfway melted ice cream with a spoon, “The ice cream here is terrible, but the company is pretty nice. So what do you say we go see a movie or something instead? With me, at the same time, together.” you question, mimicking his words lightly.

“Yes.” someone shouts from behind. You turn around sharply to see Chris, who is sitting at the table directly across from you. “He says yes. Well, he didn’t say yes out loud but that’s just because he’s in shock. If he was able to talk right now, he’d say yes.” Chris assures. He stands up quickly and in one swift motion is in the chair next to you, his arm slung around your shoulders.

“He’s a real catch y/n I swear.” Chris chuckles, looking at a speechless Sebastian.

“Yeah,” you grin thinking back to the day you met Sebby. It was the first day of Freshmen year and you were in home room. It was strange. You saw people you knew and were friends with from middle school, but they didn’t seem to see you. There were too many people. So when lunch rolled around it was nothing but chaos, chaos and bad cafeteria food. You decided on eating lunch in an empty classroom instead, except it wasn’t empty. There was Sebastian Stan, the boy who just moved into the apartment above yours.

“Oh, I didn’t know you were in here. I’ll go somewhere else.” you’d said quickly, a step back.

“Nah it’s fine. I need someone to read this scene with” he’d shrugged, waving you inside. He thrusted a piece of paper at you and nodded. “Your name in Hannah. You’re lost in the woods, hungry, and you found me, I’m Jackson. Well my real name is Sebastian, but in this scene I’m Jackson. And I have the only food for miles. Got it?”

You took the information in quickly and have him a thumbs up. And that’s it, that’s the story of how you became friends. Because the next day he was in that same room with a brand new scene, and the next day, and the next day, and the next day. You and him both.

“A catch indeed.”

You could get a bit dramatic at times and during the time you fell ill was no exception to your extreme theatrics. You were currently struck with an awful cold and could swear you’ve sneezed enough times to have given yourself brain damage. It was absolutely dreadful and you felt completely guilty that Newt was spending as much time with you as possible instead of tending to his beasts in the case. 

You had told him countless amounts of time that if he wanted to sneak away to check on Dougal or even the Niffler that it was quite alright but he always responded with he’d get to them later. You felt extremely loved but also extremely sick. 

“Newt, I’m dying.” You sighed out, throwing a hand over your forehead and turning your head and sticking out your tongue. 

Newt turned from his spot by the dresser, a medicine cup in one hand and a bottle of the ghastly cherry flavored syrup in the other. “Really?” He said, amused by your theatrics. 

You nodded, “Yes, I’m afraid so.” Sitting up, you scrunched up your nose as he handed you the little cup filled with medicine. “Since I am dying, I won’t be needing this. Just leave me be and let me die in my misery.” Turning your head and shoving the medicine back into his hand, you sighed flopped back onto the pillow. 

Newt clicked his tongue, watching you. You sure knew how to put on a performance. Setting the medicine down on the nightstand, he sat on the bed and looked at your curiously, “If you’re dying what would be your last words?” 

Flickering a look towards him, you pondered. “Hm, that I’m terribly regretful that I couldn’t continue on living my life with the man I love the most.” You giggled as Newt rolled his eyes. “My last request is that you give my little Niffler all the attention and love he deserves and not once will you scold him for taking something shiny.” You laughed out loud at his expression, you had such a soft spot for the Niffler and often scolded Newt for scolding your precious furry stealer. 

“I certainly will not!” Newt sputtered. “He ought to keep paws off what doesn’t belong to him. You know that.” 

Shrugging, you gave a dramatic groan. “Oh but t’is my last request.” Throwing an arm over your head, you sighed. “You mustn’t ignore it. My poor precious Niffler all alone, sad, depressed without my love.” Sitting up fast, you sniffled and cupped Newt’s face. “You must absolutely love that creature with all your heart and let it take what doesn’t belong to him.”

Newt chuckled, covering your hands over his, shaking his head. “Love, I think the fever is getting to you, now.” Removing your hands, he reached over for the medicine and placed it in your hand. “I assure you that even with your last request, I would always love that mischievous creature but not nearly as much as you.” Pressing a kiss to your forehead, he mumbled against your skin. “You’re not dying, I promise. Not on my watch.” 

Imagine G-Eazy

Imagine doing a interview with G-Eazy

You sit down in the chair and position yourself. Gerald starts to hum and lets his gaze fall on you. You mouth the word “hello” and smile.
“Alright are you guys ready”, the interviewer asks.
“Yes, Im hella ready at 7 am in the fuckin morning. Without any cofee…….none.”
“Hey watch your profanity.Little kids are watching. It’s like above here. You need to bring that shit down here. To rated G”, Gerald says lowering his hand to your feet. You slap it away and roll your eyes.
“Gerald-”
“G-Eazy”, he corrects.
“Gerald don’t ever f-”
“Beeeeeep”, he squeals.
“- tell me that I can’t cuss or i will beat the livin shi-”
“Beeeeeep!”
“-out of you you a-
“Beeeeeep!”
“-hole”, you finally finish.
“Lady’s and Gentleman the swearing dictionary. This is literally where I get all my swear words from. Here.” He points to you.
“Who the hell says swear-”
“Mhmmm”, the interviewer coughs gaining your attention. You both shut your traps and look forward.
“Are you ready?”
“Yeahh. Lets get it on”, you say and rub your hands together ,“Yeeeeeee!” Gerald covers his ear and leans away from you.
“What you don’t like my yeeeee?”
“No…I hate it with a passion. You sound like a dying bird. Just dying…right there….in the street. Dying. Every time you do it gets worst. More screech no yeeee.”
You hear a couple laughs in the background.
“You do it terrible, just terrible. You know.”
“No I don’t”, you say blankly.
“Just dying in the street-”
“Are you done?”
“-got hit by a drone plane. Yadadamean.Groooooooooom,boom, yeeeeeee!”
“Are you done-”
“Sad, R.I.P Paul. Nice bird-” he raises his hand to his heart and lifts it up.
“You done?”
“Huh-”
“Are you done criticizing me?”
“Oh yeah….I’m done”, he says taking a drink from his water bottle.
“Alright…100 emoji or Fire emoji.
“Fire emoji”, you say smiling. Gerald raises his hand and you proudly slap it.
“I mean like that’s the perfect way to slide into them dm’s. Just send her a picture of her and send her a bunch of fire emojis. I’m mean it’s fire”, he explains.
“Yeah, but than can also be used for emergencies. You know people with hearing disabilities can also slide into the fire stations dm’s and get help. Just send a bunch of fire emojis. That can be really helpful you know.” You realize the whole room is silent and stop talking.
“I mean i guess. Not really what we were talkin about, but you are right yadadamean.”
“Well someone has my back.” You do a little fist bump with yourself and smile.
“Okay….uhh football or basketball?”
“Basketball”, you both say together.
“Basketball all day ”, Gerald says , “Shouts out to the Warroirs world champoins-”
“Woop,Woop, Warroirs”, You yell. Gerald laughs and looks at you.
“Ahhh major Warrior fan. She looked crazy at the champions. Actually aren’t you wearing a hat right now.”
“Yess I am. By the way. Warrior merchandise at their officail webpage. There is a link at the bottom and there you can get this”-you tap your hat-“and these”-you point at your sweats.“
"Yo’ we trying to do an interview here. Your like trying to turn this into an ad or sh-”
“Beeeeeeep”, you screech. Gerald places his hand on his head.
“This is going to a long 15 minutes. I was gonna say show.”
“Okay…..Vampires or zombies.”
“Vampires. I’m a Vampire personally. It’s strange being awake at this hour…. I live when it’s dark out.”
“Yeah he does and so do I. You know you cant calm down , i mean like this is not Random-”
“Okay you can stop now”, he groans.
“…..oh I remember one mornin we had to get up like real early. You know he came to my house for a slumber party. Did i mention we throw the best slumber party? Probably not,but we do. I forced my bestie to wear a onesie. He was Joker and I was Harlie Quinn. I remember beacuse I beat him in Call Of Duty that night. We stayed up until 4 am. Long time. Killed you 100 times. 2 to 100. Love that game.”
“Uhhh I dont remember just two i think it was like 4 times-”
“Minus two times. Which is two. Plus they didn’t count really. Once i fell off the building and the other time you grabbed my controller. Then shot me.”
“Uhhhh i dont remember it happening that way.-”
“Well it did. Anyways back to the morning. So we were brushing our teeth and we actually accidentally swapped toothbrushes. I was using his and he was using mine. I wondered why it smelled like alcohol. ”
“Hey my breath doesn’t smell like alcohol. It’s smells like sweetened alcohol.”
“Is that better?”
“I dont know you tell me.”
“It’s not good.”
“Uhh steak or seafood?” Gerald takes a drink as you answer. You clear your throat and lift your chest.
“Steak….Yeeeeeee”, you sing the last word in a deep voice. Water spits out of Gerald’s mouth as he falls out of his chair laughing.

FATHER


(requested by anon)
Kai Parker x Reader
word count :
2 283
summary : Kai comes back from Hell and finds out he is a father.
*not my gif
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THE NIGHT BEFORE THE WEDDING …

Almost a month in the 1903 Prison World and the first person Kai wanted to see when he got out was Y/N. He couldn’t explain to himself why. Maybe it was because she was always nice to him , trying to defend him and convince her friends to give him a chance. It was almost 1.43AM when Kai finally got to Y/N’s house. There were no lights in the house and he wanted to surprise her , or maybe scare her to death. He wasn’t sure which way the conversation was going to end up. Kai looked up at her bedroom window , a smile spead across his face when he saw it was open. He quickly climbed up and sneaked inside , being as quiet as possible. Y/N was sleeping soundly , with a book in her hands.
“Of course.” he said to himself. Y/N loved books , they were her escape from reality.
Kai sneaked into bed with her , poking her a few times in her stomach until she woke up. He covered her mouth with his hand , making sure she wouldn’t scream. Her eyes widened in shock then surprise and finally relief when she recognised who it was.
“Miss me ?”
“Kai ! You scared the hell out of me … What are you doing here ? How are you here ? I thought Bonnie -”
“Oh she did , but I got out. Came here first , I don’t know why. Seemed the right place to visit. You should really close your window at night , who knows what kind of monsters might sneak into your room.” he said amused.
Y/N sat in her bed , leaving her book on the night stand.
“Well , I am glad you got out… Things were getting boring without you.”
“So what I am hearing is - you missed me ?” he said crawling on top of her. “You are awfully calm for someone who found a murderous sociopath in her bed in the middle of the night. Most people would’ve screamed , called the police …”
Kai brushed her cheek with the back of his hand , feeling her blush under his touch.
“Maybe a little. Why did you come here of all places ?” Y/N wondered.
“I … don’t know. I couldn’t stop thinking about you. It’s so annoying. In the Prison World there wasn’t much to do , 1903 was definitely a boring time period. They didn’t have any pork rinds so that was torture… but the real torture was you.” he said gazing into her eyes. “I saw you everywhere. You were constantly in my thoughts , distracting me…”
“Y-you were thinking about me ?”
“Yes ! Why is that ? It’s not like we were friends or anything… Feelings are hard.”
Y/N felt her heart racing realising what Kai was saying , what he still hadn’t figured out. Could it be that he has feelings for her too ? She stretched her hand , her fingertips tracing his cheeks , then his jaw line. When she touched his lips he closed his eyes for a moment and Y/N smiled to herself. Kai was starring at her as if he was seeing her for the first time , a mischievous grin spread across his face. His fingers touched her lips for a moment.
“Are you going to scream if I kiss you ?” he asked suddenly.
“I might if you don’t … ” she said , her hands quickly snaking to the back of his head pulling him towards her. Kai kissed her gently at first , the kiss deepening with every second. It was like someone had lit a match and started a fire. The more they kissed , the more they craved each other.


* * *

Y/N’s phone rang , DAMON said the called ID. She sighed. Lately the calls from Damon never had good news. With everything happening the past few months - sirens and now with Cade on the loose it was all an endless mess.
“Hey. Is everything alright?”
“Peachy.” Damon said. “Could you come by the house ? It’s kind of important…”
“Is that a blender ? Damon what is this about ? Can’t you tell me on the phone ? I have my hands full here … Katie caught the flu and there is no one to help me around the house right now..”
“It’s OK you can both come. Hey do you want a strawberry smoothie ? I just made one… ”
“No.”
“Well , you are getting one anyways…See you in a bit.”
Y/N glanced at her phone screen shaking her head. Damon was acting weird. She turned towards her 4 year old son who was playing with his food , splashing it all around. She lifted him up carefully , wiping his face clean before changing his clothes. He looked so much like his father - same eyes , same nose , same hair color same everything. Even after all this time, it was still Kai. There were days when she absolutely hated him for getting himself killed , other days when she’d just leave Alex with Katie (the babysitter) and drive off to the clearing by the Wickery Bridge where Damon had burried Kai’s body and just sit there and cry. Some days she couldn’t stand to be around Damon or her friends… but they had been there for her. Caroline comforted her after her other baby didn’t survive childbirth then later on , Y/N had helped her with the twins. They were a family after all.
Y/N’s life had been crazy the past 12 years and a part of her always hoped that somehow , someway Kai would return. Except there was no Other Side , no more Prison Worlds… no way for that to happen. She sighed , pulling a dark blue shirt over Alexander’s head and tying his shoes afterwards. At the end of the day , she at least had her son and in a way it felt like being with Kai.
“We are going to see uncle Damon now.” said with a smile before lifting up her son and taking her bag and car keys. “And then we are going for ice cream or cotton candy. Whatever you want.”
Alex clapped his hand excitedly muttering something about ‘horseys’ and ‘candy’.

Y/N parked the car outside the Salvatore’s , opening the car’s back door undoing the belts on Alex’s car chair before taking him in her hands. Little Alexander wrapped his tiny hands around her neck holding onto her , lightly pulling at her hair.
“Damon ?” Y/N called out , walking inside. “Where are -”
Y/N froze on the spot , her eyes drifting to the sofa in the living room. She closed her eyes and opened them again making sure she wasn’t dreaming. On the sofa sat Kai Parker with a bag of pork rinds. He turned towards her , his eyes widening and a smile spreading across his face.
“M-Malachai ?”
“Hello sweetheart.” he said getting up , his eyes falling on the little boy in her hands. Kai seemed unable to move or form any words , his eyes wider than before and his mouth hanging semi open then closed the open again. He looked between her and the little boy , surprise and shock on his face.
“Mommy ?” Alexander said , placing his hand on her cheek trying to get her attention. Y/N hadn’t blinked in probably a whole minute now, afraid that if she does Kai would disappear. “Whoos dis ?” her son asked , pointing at Kai.
“M-mommy ?!” asked Kai , taking a step towards them. As he got closer the more the resemblance between him and the little boy became visible to him. He had the same brown hair , same blue eyes , same nose… It was as if Kai was looking at a mini version of himself. “Damon didn’t say anything about … Y/N , is he my … ?”
Y/N nodded , letting Alexander down on the ground taking his hand and taking a few steps towards Kai. He knelt down afraid to take another step not wanting to scare his son. He had never known he wanted to be a father. Never had imagined this would happen to him or that he even deserved a happiness like this. Y/N also knelt down , holding onto their son’s waist.
“Alexander , this … this is your dad.” she said smiling , glancing at Kai who seemed to slowly snap out of his initial shock , a wide smile spreading across his face. Alex turned towards Kai, sucking on his thumb , then back at his mother who gave him a nod letting him go. He took a few shaky steps , nearly stumbling over a few times before Kai scooped him up suddenly , hugging his son tight.
“Oh my God.” he said smiling. Kai’s eyes were gleaming with happy tears. He caressed his sons head , not taking his eyes off him. Alex’s eyes were filled with curiousity and he smiled at his dad and Kai felt his heart melt. He didn’t know how that was possible. “Hey buddy. I … I’m your dad.”
Alex touched Kai’s face for a moment and Kai flinched in pain a little but he never stopped smiling neither pushed away his son’s hand. He didn’t care about the pain , he only cared about his son. Y/N shortened the distance between them hugging them both.
“Yeah , he is a siphoner. Just like his dad.” Y/N smiled, happy tears glistening in her eyes.
“Our … our son is perfect.” Kai kissed Alex’s forehead.
“I love how you said ‘our’ son.” she said tears starting to streak down her cheeks, playing with Alex’s hand. “My boys … how much I love my boys.”
Y/N rested her head on Kai’s shoulder and he turned towards her for a second. “If I had known …” he whispered.
Kai felt happy , a different kind of happy he never ever knew it existed. He looked at Y/N and Alex , his a family now. A real family with people who love him the way he is. He felt her hand wiping a tear from his cheek , he hadn’t even realised he had started crying. Kai closed his eyes for a moment enjoying her touch. Alex pinched his nose , laughing at the face Kai made (bringing his eyes to his nose) before smiling back at his son. Y/N laughed , her hands searching for Kai’s phone in his pocket. He tensed for a moment when her hands wondered onto his crotch , muttering an ‘I’m sorry’ to him , her cheesk flushing red.
“I want to capture this moment. Make it last forever.” she said , wiping a tear from her cheek , quickly taking a picture of Kai and Alex - Kai had tapped his nose making him laugh. Then Alex had rested his head on his father’s shoulder.
“I missed it all .. ” whispered Kai. “I … ”
Y/N sighed , she knew this one was coming and there was no way to change it. They will just have to make up for lost time.
“DAMON !” she called out , knowing very well he was around there somewhere llistening in.. He rushed downstairs glancing between Kai , Y/N and little Alexander in Kai’s arms. Alex was tugging at Kai’s hair and Kai was grinning like never before. “Could you … take our treasure for a few minutes ?”
Damon nodded , taking a few steps towards them taking Alex from Kai’s hands.
“Come on buddy. Lets go get some ice cream in the kitchen.” he said smiling and then whispered. “Lets give time to mommy and daddy to properly greet each other…”
Y/N tossed one of the pillows from the sofa at Damon’s head. He turned around grinning at them.
“Oh don’t act like you haven’t been thinking about it.” he said serious.

As soon as Damon and Alex were out of sight and ear shot , Y/N punched Kai hard in the shoulder.
“Owww.” he flinched in pain. “What was that for ?”
“Getting yourself killed ! ” Y/N said angrily taking a few steps towards the fire place. “No. Wait … sleeping with me and leaving the next morning without a note or anything. Give me an hour , I’ll get you a full list with all the reasons.”
Kai vamp - speed ran towards her , spinning her around with his hands on her waist. They stared at each other longingly for a moment and then Kai’s lips smashed against hers. He pulled her close , holding on to her tightly.
“I’m .. I’m sorry.” he said pulling away for a second before smashing his lips against hers again. “If I had known … I never would’ve - ”
Y/N shushed him with a kiss nearly knocking him over onto the floor.
“I realised it too late … I love you Y/N.” said Kai , his hands cupping her face. “I love you.”
He gazed into her eyes , seeing the happiness that filled them hearing his words. Y/N smiled pressing her lips against his again.
“I love you too. I never stopped.”
Kai grinned at her , twirling her in his arms both of them laughing and enjoying their happiness.
“I can’t believe you are here.” Y/N said smiling through tears , her fingers touching every inch of his face. “I missed you so much … I …”
His lips found hers again , hungrily wanting more. He never thought she’d see her again let alone he’d have someone else in his life besides her. Now he had everything he could’ve ever wanted.

A few moments later Damon walked in with Alex holding his hand.
“Wow cool down you two. There are children present.”
They pulled away from each other awkwardly. Y/N walked towards Damon , as Alex ran into Kai’s arms calling out to him ‘dada’. She glanced behind her and grabbed tightly Damon’s wrist.
“If you do anything to send Kai away … I swear to God…You will end up in Hell faster than you can blink. Got it ?”


MASTERLIST March / April 2017
MASTERLIST MAY 2017


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NOTE : I am not sure of this is what you wanted , but I hope you still like it. :-)

Imagine building IKEA furniture with Chris.

A/N: This is a request from @brobrobreja. I’m so sorry it took so long, the mini-series had my hands pretty tied. I hope you like it! X

You sat on the other side of the bedroom, the instruction manual for your new bed frame in your hand. You giggled softly at the cartoon man who looked as clueless as the both of you, wondering if you should do as he did; call IKEA for help. Of course you couldn’t because your boyfriend, Chris believed he was more than capable of installing the bed frame himself. You looked up at him and bit back your smile when you saw him narrow his eyes at a strange metal piece, muttering cuss words under his breath.

“What does the manual say?” He quizzed as he looked up at you. “Where does this piece go?” He held up the strange metal piece and you studied it for a moment before looking back down at the manual. “Well?” He asked after a few minutes of silence.

“Beats me,” you looked up and shrugged; he chuckled wearily and shook his head. “What?” You giggled. “I told you I’m not good at these things, why do you think I called you?” He sighed and got to his feet, dodging loose pieces on your bedroom floor as he made his way over to you.

“Give me that,” he took the manual from you then settled on the floor behind you with his legs on either side. “You’re lucky you’re cute, Y/N.” You smiled and leaned back against him, resting your cheek against his bearded face. “Let’s see,” he studied the manual, his arm absentmindedly draped around your waist. “Well, it looks like that metal piece goes…Hm,” he hummed with pursed lips. “Maybe it’s meant to go in the joint?”

“Maybe you should just let me call the staff at IKEA,” you whispered then kissed his jawline when he chuckled. “We’ve been doing this for hours and we still haven’t made any progress. It’s eight-thirty and we haven’t had food, can we just order some takeout and call IKEA in the morning?”

“What are we going to sleep on tonight then?”

“You do realize a bed frame is just to prop the mattress up, right?” You teased him and he rolled his eyes, smiling. “It doesn’t change the fact that a mattress is still a mattress. Just leave the mess here and we’ll sleep out in the living room, it’ll be like camping except without the yucky stuff.”

“You mean nature?” He quizzed, chuckling.

“You know it,” you winked and got off the ground. “I’m going to go order some food, what are we feeling tonight?” He shrugged, giving you one of those ‘you pick’ faces. “Well, I feel like Chinese so- General Chang’s it is then.” You held out a hand for him to take so you could pull him to his feet. “Coming?”

“I’ll come when the food gets here, I just want to give this another shot.” He told you, returning his gaze to the manual. “I mean- it’s just a bed frame,” he looked up at you when he heard you chuckle, “how hard can it be to figure out? I’m Captain America, for crying out loud,” he said and tried not to laugh when you did.

“Okay Cap,” you kissed the top of his head. “I’ll come get you when the food’s here.”

Forty-five minutes later, the food arrived and Chris still hadn’t made progress with your bed frame. When you went into your bedroom to get him, his head was hung in defeat. “I don’t wike it,” he imitated his nephew’s catchphrase, making you laugh.

“C'mon Cap,” you grabbed his hands and pulled him to his feet. “Let it go,” you told him as you wrapped an arm around his waist; his arm draped around your shoulder as the two of you made your way out into the living room. “We’ll call the guy in the morning.”

“IKEA should really have better instruction manuals,” he muttered bitterly. “There is no way anyone can build anything from that dumb sheet of paper. It doesn’t even have instructions, there are just numbers and pictures.”

“Let it go,” you chuckled, rubbing his back.

“We wouldn’t have this problem if you’d just move in with me,” he mumbled into your hair; he was a little nervous about bringing up the subject again, the first decline was a little gut wrenching. You stopped walking and he stopped with you, wincing when you looked up at him. “I know you want to be independent and this place is nearer to work-”

“Those are the real reason I won’t move in with you, Chris,” you confessed then pressed your lips together when he narrowed his eyes. “I just-” you began then huffed. “I don’t think you realize what moving in together means.”

“Living together instead of living separately?”

“Funny,” you slapped his arm, biting back your smile when he chuckled. “I’m talking about the reality of it, like are you sure you’re going to be okay coming home to my face all day every day? What if we have a big fight and you can’t get any space from me? What if you just want some down time with your guys and I’m in the way? What if you decide-” He cut you off, pressing his lips against yours.

“My biggest wish is to come home to your face all day every day, Y/N,” he told you, smiling. “And you should know by now that the last thing I want is space when we fight, it just makes the problem bigger. As for downtime with my guys?” He chuckled. “I’d love for you to be there. Always, because you are my girl and there is no one I’d rather spend time with.” You smiled and he chuckled, “any other concerns you need me to address?”

“What if you decide I’m much too annoying to live with?”

“You’re annoying all the time,” he poked your side, laughing when you scoff. “But I’m still here, aren’t I?” He quizzed, sliding his arms around your waist and to your lower back. “C'mon, move in with me. I have proper furniture there, nothing that needs assembling.” He teased and you chuckled. “We’re going to be living together when you marry me,” he reminded you and you smiled, feeling your cheeks heat up at that. “Why not just get a head start? C'mon,” he pressed when you smiled, “it’ll be fun.”

“Fine,” you gave in, smiling. “Let’s move in together.”

“Yes!” He cheered and hugged you. “It’s going to be great, I’ll hire a moving truck ASAP.”

“Just out of curiosity,” you teased him as you broke the hug, wrapping your arms around his neck as his hands moved to your hips. “What makes you so sure I’m going to marry you?”

“My wonderful furniture assembling skills, of course.”

Can you do phone sex with Harrison?

Gif credit goes to the lovely @tomandharrisongifs

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“Harrison? You shouldn’t be on your phone.” I scolded, his face illuminating my screen.

“I know. But I wanted to see your face before I get there with no WiFi.” he pouted. I rolled my eyes and laughed as Zendaya’s voice came on.

“He’s lying. He likes your face.”

He turned red and I giggled. We talked for a bit more until he had to go.

“I’ll call you if I miss you.” he smiled. I nodded and we hung up.

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It was three days after Harrison left. Which meant another week before he came home. I heard my phone ringing in the other room as I prepared myself some tea.

“Hi baby.” I said, holding the phone with my shoulder and stirring the tea.

“How’s my girl?” he asked. I chuckled.

“Just making some tea. What’s up?” I asked, sitting down and switching the phone to my other ear.

“I needed to hear your voice.” he sighed.

“Awe.” I said, pouting. He chuckled.

“I really needed to hear your voice.” he said. Oh.

“Harrison Osterfield. Where did this idea come from?” I asked, kind of loving it. He chuckled.

“I had a dream last night and it didn’t compare to the real thing.”

“So you need me to fix it?” I asked.

“I want you to.” he laughed. I rolled my eyes and bit my lip.

“How do you want me to start?“I asked, setting my tea down.

“However you want.” he said again.

“Well… I miss your mouth on my neck. The way you pulled at the skin with your teeth.” I whispered. I heard a small sigh come from his end.

“The way your hands moved up and down my body, squeezing my thighs making me giggle.” I said. Another sigh.

“I miss the way you whispered in my ear… The way you made me bite your shoulder and scream your name.” A moan this time, along with some heavy breathing. I paused, teasing him.

“Don’t stop.” he breathed. I chuckled and bit my lip.

“I miss you Harrison. I miss the way you feel."I pouted, a small moan escaping my lips. More heavy breathing.

"I want you to think of me Harrison.. Helping you out. My lips where you want them the most.” I moaned. A bigger moan, loud against my ear.

“You got it baby… Imagine my lips right where you want them.. My tongue doing what it wants. Only for you.”

“Fuck…” he moaned. His breathing became ever more labored and it was seriously turning me on.

“Oh Harrison…"I moaned. His breath hitched as he continued. He announced he was close and I smirked. I let small moans slip, saying his name casually until I heard him groan.

"Feel better my Love?” I asked. He was panting, but let out a laugh.

“It wasn’t as good as your mouth though.” he replied.

“Well when you come back home, I’ll make it up to you.” I told him.

“Promise?”

“Promise.”

Rob’s Interview with Howard Stern. Highlights’ (my notes):

  • Howard Stern: I like it (Good Time) …you were fucking edgy!
  • HS: When you were doing Twilight, were you kind of worried that you will get stereotyped like, you will never get this kind of role? Like Good Time, I mean in Good Time you played this fucked up criminal

Rob: I never felt necessarily typecast in Twilight, it was pretty different from who I was as a person anyway. I was like, it was not my default…

  • HS: There are so many fucking jerk offs in Hollywood. They grew up, did a franchise, made millions etc…
  • Co-host : Did you walk away from it or did you lock in?  

Rob: You probably would have been sued (to walk away)

…. I enjoyed the whole process. So few people get an opportunity like that, for 5 or 6 years, it was crazy.

… not at the first one, not at all (regarding the craze and mania).

… I thought it (first Twilight) was going to be a little cool movie.

  • HS: It took 37 million to produce the 1st Twilight. You were 21 years old when you auditioned.

Rob:  I came in right at the last minute.

  • “If you could teach yourself to gag”  - the trick to get yourself to cry when acting. He said he was unsure about his own acting skills.
  • He had to take half a valium to reduce anxiety before Twilight audition
  • Before Rob was born, his mom worked as a broker for a modelling agency.
  • He started modelling at 12. Signed on at 13 when that was the start of the androgynous trend, when he has “pretty girl’s breast”.
  • At 15, his dad motivated him to join a drama club after speaking to some girls at a restaurant with him.
  • He got expelled from a private “arty” school for stealing porn in school uniform, and selling them to his classmates.  “ I got so cocky” and tried to take the whole rack of magazines and stuffed them in his backpack without zipping.
  • He tried to make up a lie, and was given a choice to either call the cops or his parents. “Every one of his friend snitched on me”.  He sold them for 20 pounds each. “I liked stealing things and lying”.

https://youtu.be/Snk6mGGKH4M to watch a short cilp about this porn enterprise. or at the end of this post.

  • He stopped stealing after that. “Went to a school that was way worse than me.”
  • He recalled the first thing he stole: Snapping candy bracelets.
  • Also liked stealing security tags in alarm clocks, “get high on it (stealing)”.
  • His big role before Twilight was Harry Porter, after which he got into a play but was fired 5 days before opening, without knowing the reason.
  • Rob said he looked like a mess at the 5th Harry Potter premiere red carpet, because he was eating In and Out all the time in LA.
  • He was looking sweaty and chubby, and was probably the reason why people wrote in to protest when he got the role of Edward based on those red carpet photos.
  • For playing Salvador Dali, he had to wax his whole body. For masturbation scenes, he wanted to really do it only if it came as a surprise to people (not at their suggestion).
  • Twilight series are teenage films, he felt that teenage romance should be serious, not smiley and happy.
  • Producer highlighted the smiles, he highlighted the frowns on the script. They felt that he has gone too miserable.

https://youtu.be/NrB28374Ggo to watch how he almost got kicked out for that.

On Twilight craze and Fame:

Rob:

  • Goes in waves, not being able to walk down the street is “pretty nuts”
  • No one is looking at you, and if they are looking, they are not seeing the same thing. 

HS: Is it fun or is it a headache?

Rob: “Both. It is definitely a ride, but I wouldn’t change a thing.”

“… I wasn’t ready for that kind of evaluation (the intensity while also dating your co-star).”

HS: Do you think it is inevitable, is it advisable to fall in love with you co-star? Good thing or a bad thing?

"On the first Twilight, it was very different. Later on, people noticed the difference, you upset many people, you suddenly have the power and you don’t know what it is.“

  • Rob did therapy years later *when the movies ended*, had to know that the previous life doesn’t exist anymore.
  • At 26. He was feeling secure up until the last one. “Impossible to think you will repeat yourself.”
  • He had a massive freak out at the first Twilight premiere. He was embarrassed by he interview he did, promoting it like an indie. He left and ran out and left the country. “I’m done” and stayed 6 months away.
  • He renegotiated after that.

About Good Time and filming in New York

  • “If you made yourself grimy enough, you can escape being noticed”
  • He would love to get caught doing that (sell porn) now
  • He is very, very happy about good reviews on Good Time
  • It is going to take him 10 years after the Twilight series, to come up with other movies. Meantime, he tried all different angles (of movies and acting).

About Superhero movies    

  • To do one, you have to sign up for 8 movies. He cannot do it, after 5 movies with Twilight.
  • Because it is a commitment to work with a huge machine.

About acting method, and learning accent.

  • Multi-impression. Everyone is from Queens. Very specific dialect. He picked it up by immersing himself with his co stars who are all from NYC.
  • Connie is, ”He’s just a narcissistic psychopath” instead everyone commented that “he loves his brother so much.”

About Fifty Shades of Grey

  • He hasn’t seen it.
  • “I know the writer of the book. Met her a Chateau Marmont, just as “a lady from England”. I was forcing her to tell me every one of her fantasies.”*laughs*
  • That role  “just needs to work out too much”
  • HS : Do you go to gym? “One week on, 3 months off”.

About dick, fights and endorsements

  • “Very hard to confront a guy who is trying to take a picture of your dick.”
  • Rob’s last major fight was when he was 18,19.
  • Rob was looking like a punk with a half-shaved head in Toronto at a bar. Met a guy who is half a foot taller, taking pic of him. *He smacked that guy*.
  • Turned down a multimillion dollar deal to be the face of Burberry. “How did you find that? That is crazy…” he asked HS
  • HS :Why accept endorsement deal with Dior?

Rob: “… I always tried to avoid from being put in a box. Burberry being kind of British, always known to not wanting to be known as British (keep it vague). Dior was less vague as British.”

About audition, music and relationships. ·        

  • He goes in audition as a character with an American accent
  • HS : Do you play music?  He could “fool people for about a minute and a half,” learned guitar from listening to Van Morrison. playing basic F, C, G, E chords, kind of have 8 little run..
  • HS: Song writer? “2 years to write a song.” 

HS: Well your fiancé is…

HS: “Well you’re engaged, right?”,

Rob: “Kind of…”*laughs*

HS: WHAT? You the “Secretive with relationship guy…protective”? …I never get that, I think part of the fun being with a woman is march around with her.

  • HS: The woman…you are with, FAQ?….“Yeah, she is amazing yeah…FKA Twigs…she is like super talented…Totally different one”.
  • HS: Do you call her like FKA?…”Call her…yeah Twigs basically. That was her nickname
  • HS: “I wonder if you’ll get married.” …*LAUGH*
  • HS: “It is hard decision for a guy like you. You can have anyone.”

Rob: “I don’t know about that…Not really.”

“…Being an actor, it ACTUALLY kind of narrows things down…  you get kind of paranoid. Most people may think they want a relationship with you. Then they realised, this is not what I want AT ALL. There is a big imbalance in the relationship.”

About trolls (online)

  • “They are professional trolls. Addicted to wanting to cause hurt and pain. Most difficult thing. They are faceless enemy. Nuts, random names. Different countries somewhere. Fake to them, real in your life.”
  • “Like you know there is one room in your house, where people talk nasty things about you. When you are down, you start listening to the whispers.”
  • (If you attack) you are feeding it. You feel less powerful, like attacking your reflection in the water. You’ll look crazy. 

About working with the Safdie Brothers and Academy award

~ See Josh’s instagram vidoe below. I couldn’t transcibe properly“ LOL

Rob : “Just do what I did…bla bla bla bla. *quick hand movements*

  • “I am just so happy that people liked it (Good Time).”
  • “ I just knew something was going on.”
  • “That is how I always try to get jobs basically. No one is going to know your taste better than you.”

Rob said “I will forgive you (the trolls)”, if they watch Good Time over and over again.

>>>The full interview was 1 hour. Talking about his “relationship” 5 minutes. The bulk of it was Twilight, auditioning, Good Time etc.

A post shared by JOSH SAFDIE (@booger_nose) on Jul 25, 2017 at 7:57am PDT

Falling for Them (part five)

“Zack can I talk to you” you sighed sitting next to the boy of the cliffs edge. Training had just wrapped up the others had headed home.

“Sure Y/N what’s up” the black ranger was looking over the town but you couldn’t help but look at him. Zack was looked down on in school compared to the others, yeah sure he was loud and sometimes his impulses made him do some things that people frowned upon. But he was sweet and calm around you and a great listener and you thought it was unfair that someone like Zack didn’t get the positive recognition he deserved. He was also a super mamma’s boy which made him even more adorable.

“Have I done something wrong it’s just the last week or so everyone else has been avoiding me, Jason refuses to train with me now, Kim and Trini have cancelled our coffee dates and Billy acts the way he did the first time around me. You’re the only one on the team who’s actually just been normal around me.” Zack’s gaze had gone from the town and now onto you normally you took this as a good thing that he was listing to you but the expression he held was something else.

“Okay Y/N I’m going to be honest with you right now don’t talk until I’m done, we like you a lot definitely a lot more then a friend and a team member. Of course when you first joined we thought as you as family like we all think of one another but lately we’ve began to develop feelings for you like wanting to hold your hand and kiss you in school. Trini and Kim were the first to feel it then we all followed afterwards you’re a great person inside and out and watching you grown and bound with everyone just made us realise how much we all love you. So the others distanced themselves with you because none of us want to lose you”

They loved you and that’s when it hit you why you’d been feeling so down lately without them around you was because you loved them as well. The way Zack always listened to your problems, how sweet Billy was when he was tutoring you and calming you down when you worked yourself up over getting something wrong, the coffee dates with Trini and Kim where the three of you laughed over everything and everyone and finally Jason the way he helped you trained but also surprised you with your favourite chocolate on a day of a test. You loved them all of them you could picture holding hands and kissing them all like they did with you.

“I love you all too” you wasn’t sure Zack caught on to what you said until you saw his face his eyebrows furrowed together.

“You do” you just nodded a huge grin braking onto his face whilst you did. Before you could even think Zack’s lips were on yours in a hurry not lasting a minute. When you pulled apart Zack had a huge blush on his face and was holding his phone trying to cover it.

“We need to meet the others”