i love this scene so much i had to gif it ok

Ok. I need to talk about this. It just occured to me that this is the only time they actually behaved truly “immature” towards each other. See, it took me a while to think about, and I could never quite put my finger on what exactly it was that I thought fascinated me about the particular way in which the Anne/Gilbert relationship was adapted in this version. Casting is great of course, as is their chemistry, no need to argue about that. But what the writers did here, with all their changes and alterations, additions and partly really flying off the canon big time and into AU-land…they made both Anne and Gilbert seem more ‘adult’ than they actually are, also in relation to one another. The books and all other adaptations hint at the romantic potential of the Anne/Gilbert conflict from the beginning…only it is usually a childish, boys-annoying-girls-girls-pretending-to-be-peeved kind of elementary school dynamic. Anne 2017 is of course altogether more “mature” and realist, with the realities of life back in the days shown more starkly and the timeless realities of adolecence and teenage life struggles also being shown in a pleasantly frank way (period talk, the mouse in the pants, etc.)

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An Old Friend

Kai Parker x Reader
   (x Kol & Rebekah Mikaelson)

WORD COUNT : 2599

(Events happen a few months after TVD 8.16 and right after TO 4.02 …
Kai and Reader are having fun at the Mystic Grill when some old friends of Reader show up. Kai gets jealous and … - keep reading to find out :P )


*not my gif

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It was around 7PM , Kai and Y/N were at the (surprisingly empty) Mystic Grill sitting at the bar drinking and laughing. Y/N had challenged Kai to do tequilla shots. He always told her she doesn’t want to see him on tequilla which only made her want to see it more. Downside was as vampires their alchohol tollerance was higher than the ones human have , so they kept drinking. So far Kai was winning. Y/N looked at him , smiling. Kai grinned back and put his hand on her waist leaning in to whisper in her ear “You will loooose.” before kissing her neck.
“Even when I lose , I still win..” she had replied to him.
Suddenly Y/N felt someone’s presense close by. At first she thought it was the alchohol getting to her but then …
“Hey there , Trouble.” Y/N heard a familiar voice with an accent and froze in place completely stunned. There was only one person who called her that. Kai looked at her and then at the surprise visitor. Slowly she turned around and when Y/N saw who it was ,  a wide smile spread on her face.
“Kol ?” she leaped from her seat and wrapped her hands around the new comer. Kai finished his drink , he wasn’t happy they had been interrupted but tried to hide it.
“Oh my God ! How are you back ? I thought I’d never see you again after the Other Side disappeared…“ Y/N said excitedly.
“Mother dearest pulled me and my brother Finn back before it collapsed. Of course ,you know how my family is - she came back from the dead and tried to kill us again. …"Kol trailed off. Y/N’s eyes widened.
Kai cleared his throat and both Y/N and Kol turned towards him. Y/N took a step closer to Kai and he wrapped his hands around her , the look on his face clearly stating ‘Hands off. She belongs with me.’
“Sorry.” Y/N apologised to Kai , kissing his cheek. “Kai , this is my very good friend -”
“Best friend.” Kol interrupted.
Y/N smiled , “My BEST friend Kol Mikaelson. He is an Original vampire.” Kol smiled and nodded at Kai who pulled Y/N even closer to him. “Kol , this is Kai Parker … my boyfriend.”
Kai outstretched his hand , Kol doing the same and they shook hands ,  a few moments  longer than normal. Y/N took a deep breath… The situation was getting more and more awkward by the moment. Her eyes darted between Kai and Kol , there was a tension building in the air and she had to think fast before any of them did something stupid but before she had had the chance to speak …
“So , Kai … ” Kol started saying as he took the seat on the other side of Y/N “I hope you are treating Y/N with respect…” he said trailing off. “Because if you aren’t - ”
Clearly Kol’s time away hadn’t changed him at all. He had always acted like Y/N was his little sister , ready to protect her from whatever or whoever would ever want to hurt her.
"Don’t be mean Kol.” said a female voice. Behind him had walked in another old friend of Y/N… well , more like frenemy.  "I am sure if he had tried to hurt her in any way, Damon would’ve ripped his head off. You know how protective the vampires here are over their human friends.“  Rebekah said reaching behind the bar to grab a bottle with bourbon. Y/N and Kai exchanged looks.
"Hello Y/N … Y/N’s boyfriend.” Rebekah said nodding towards Kai who gave her a small smile in response.
Y/N tensed.  "Rebekah … long time.“ she said pausing for a second. "What are you doing here ? Looking for Matt ?”
“Not exactly but it would be nice to see him. Where is he ?”
“You might wanna try the police station.Ask for sheriff Donovan.” Y/N said shifting uncomfortably.
Kai whispered in Y/N’s ear “You OK?” Y/N only nodded turning her attention back to the Mikaelsons. Clearly Y/N wasn’t OK. The girl , Rebekah made her feel uncomfortable for some reason.
“Any particular reason you both decided to drop by ? Kol being here - I like … You ? Not so much.”  Y/N said , her voice slightly trembling.
Rebekah visibly got angry by the remark and reached for Y/N’s neck but Kol pulled her back as Kai quickly pushed Y/N behind him.
“Sister .. calm down. You don’t want to cause a scene , do you Bex ?” Kol said calmly.

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“Bad Associations”

Reader x SAMCRO
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Being associated with SAMCRO was never something you chose, it just happened. As the daughter of the Club’s president and the half-sister to the VP, it was as if you were in the club as well, with all the shit you had to deal with and all the mountains you had to conquer in order to distance yourself from the club. Its not that you didn’t love your parents and your MC family, those guys were rough around the edges but they loved you and would lay their lives on the line for you, you just wanted a normal life, the life of a non-felon.

That’s the reason you studied to be an EMT. You figured the least you could do was help people in emergencies to try and counteract all the damage your father’s enterprise did. You discovered you had a passion for emergency medical work, the adrenaline coupled with having someone’s life in your hands was thrilling. You loved it.
Your mom, Gemma, didn’t approve of course, she said the line of work you were in was dangerous for someone with ties to the MC - citing all the times someone close to the club got hurt when they were alone - but you didn’t care, you wanted to do something more productive with your life than standing behind a bar pouring shots or impounding vehicles. To be honest, things were great. You were able to buy a house with the money you made as a medic and you even managed to keep yourself out of trouble…until today.


The call came in, unresponsive hispanic male in his 20s, possible gunshot wound, and your crew threw your bags in the vehicle and hopped in. You beat the police to the scene and jumped out, sliding to your knees beside the man laying bloody on the front lawn. Before you knew it you were being hoisted up from behind and dragged away, screaming as your crewmates watched with their hands up, knowing whoever had you was pointing a gun at them. You were terrified, and although you knew this was only the fault of whoever decided to hurt you, you couldn’t help but blame this on your dad. You knew it was some sort of gang-related retaliation against the Sons of Anarchy for one reason or another. From what little you did allow yourself to be privy to, you knew SAMCRO was into several undesirable businesses. You were hauled into the back of a truck and driven away with something over your head. You couldn’t understand much but your suspicions were confirmed when the truck stopped and someone hauled you from the truck. You were dropped on a concrete floor and a man pulled the makeshift blindfold off of you so they could speak to you. You captors didn’t bother covering their faces, probably because they knew Clay wouldn’t involve the police, and one of the men shoved a phone at you, “Call your father,” he demanded and you glared at him, taking the phone and dialing the number before handing it back to him.

“Clay Morrow?”

“You don’t need to know who’s asking, it’d be in your little girl’s best interest for you to cooperate.”
“Oh you think I would bluff?” he growled into the phone, turning to you and punching you in the stomach which caused you to groan as the air in your lungs was forced from your body.
“Do you know what your little girl sounds like when she takes a punch!” he yelled into the phone before shoving it in your face, “SPEAK,” he barked at you and you took several heavy breaths.

“Dad, its me…” you spoke plainly, trying to hide your fear, but you were also calm knowing that the liklihood these guys would be stupid enough to kill Clay Morrow’s daughter was slim.
“Baby girl,” his voice sounded much more worried than yours, “are you okay?”
“I’m fine daddy I just–” the man who seemed to be in charge ripped the phone away from you and pulled it to his ear, “You have 24 hours to meet my demands or Ms. Morrow is gonna meet the end of my knife.”

He ended the call and smiled an evil smile at you, “Time to say goodnight baby girl,” he mocked before he reared back and hit you across the face, knocking you out immediately.


Gunshots snapped you awake and you flew into fight mode, your eyes wild as you scanned the area around you and saw a figure standing over you. Immediately you threw a punch, connecting with the figure’s crotch which sent him toppling down beside you. You were filled with regret when you saw his face, it was one of the Sons, Happy, who was holding himself as he knelt beside you and glared at you as he tried to catch his breath, having the wind knocked out of him by your blow to his goods.
“I’m so sorry I thought you were–”

“No time,” he panted, regaining control of himself, “I gotta get you outta here,” he urged as he grabbed your arm and stood up, heaving you to your feet and speed-walking away with you.

“Are you ok?” Bobby asked as you stepped out into the sunlight and Happy let go of your hand, “Goodness kid they really threw you a beating…” he gasped.

“I’m fine,” you grumbled as you pushed past him, heading towards the black van you knew was intended for you, tears threatening to burst forward over the havoc your life was wracked with.

You pulled open the sliding door and climbed inside, sitting down and burying your face in your hands as you waited to be taken away from there.


Soon Clay, Tig, Chibs, Opie, Juice and Jax were outside the van along with Happy and Bobby, looking in at you and your father was the first to speak, “Let me look at you,” his voice was sullen as he took your face in his large hands, turning it to the side so he could examine your bruises and cuts before placing a kiss on the top of your head and turning to Juice, “Get her back to the garage safely.” he ordered and Juice nodded, hurrying around to the driver’s side of the van which gave you clear vision of Happy in the background, hand still holding himself. You needed to remember to check on him, you had swung pretty hard.

“He’ll get you to the clubhouse and keep you there, I wanna talk to you when we make it back,” Clay told you and you nodded as he closed the door and waved you off.


You were sitting on the couch with Gemma right beside you. She had refused to leave your side and you knew she thought she had almost lost you, her only daughter, and Clay’s only child. You knew what was coming when your Dad made it back… First they would insist that you stay with them for a while, completely ruining the distance you had been creating, but then they would demand you quit your job, something you absolutely couldn’t bear the thought of because you absolutely adored your job. When the guys got back Happy was the first to walk in and you stood, walking over to him and standing in front of him, he looked back at you but didn’t speak so you threw your arms around him in a hug to which he hesitantly hugged you back, but still no words left his mouth.

“Thank you for getting me out of there,” you whispered to him and he nodded, “I’m sorry about…you know,” you added and he gave you a small chuckle in return, “I’m tougher than I look,” he rasped and you backed away, “Really? Cause you look fucking solid,” you smiled and he grinned back before turning to face your dad.

“Me and your mom need to talk to you,” he said behind gritted teeth and you followed him to the chapel where Gemma had already seated herself.

“Listen baby,” Gemma began as she took your hand, “We don’t want you to be hurt, and being in a job like yours is putting you in danger because we can’t keep eyes on you like we can with everyone else,” she spoke as your dad took over, “You mean the world to us baby, we want you safe. That’s why we want you to quit your job and do something else, almost anything else, so we know you won’t get in trouble again,” he finished with a sigh, leaning back in his chair as you stared at the wall in disbelief.

“No,” you spoke plainly, wrinkling your nose in defiance as you shook your head, “Not gonna do it.”
“Baby you–”

“–No, Mom, Listen. This job means more to me than this club!” you slammed your fists down on the reaper table, “You can’t just demand me to give it up!”

“Its either that or you move away from Charming,” Gemma folded her arms, glaring at you as she delivered the ultimatum expecting you to bend to her will, but you were your mother’s daughter, and you didn’t cave.

You loved your family, but you couldn’t be what they needed you to be.

Your family loved you, but they knew they couldn’t make you walk away from your passion.

After a few moments of silence you huffed with finality, “Fine,” you spoke and both of your parents breathed a sigh of relief, “but since YOU are the reason I’m going through this, I want the prospects to help me move,” you spoke and both Clay and Gemma’s mouths gaped open, not expecting that from you, “I’ll file for transfer in the morning. After what happened today I’m positive they’ll grant it. And I’ll start apartment hunting once I know where I’ll land. I should be outta here in the next couple weeks,” you spoke matter-of-factly and stood from the table, kissing your dad on the cheek and turning to hug your mom, “I love you guys, but I wasn’t made for the motorcycle club life. I need to get away,” you gave them a sad smile before you walked out of the chapel and through the bar, asking Juice to take you home so you could start packing.

Vacation

I’ve always wanted to go on a little holiday with my boyfriend, Justin, so we could relax without any social media or any paparazzi taking pictures of us. No matter how many times I try and beg Justin he just doesn’t see the point in going away and I thought he would be all for it because he hates the attention as much as I do. 

“Come on Justin, it’s a small getaway, Just you and me. No one to take pictures of us and ruin our time” I exclaimed, looking at Justin who was rummaging through the fridge for something to eat. 

“There is no point in going away” he replied with the same answer I’ve herd multiple times. 

“I thought you would be up for it. You don’t like the attention that you get. This is the only chance you’ll get to get away from it, come on, please?” I begged, walking through the doorway I was standing in and sitting on the counter, next to where Justin was standing. 

“What about work? I can’t just get up and go” he said, walking in front of where I was sitting and standing in-between my legs, looking in my eyes.

“Justin, we would only be gone for about 4 days, I think they would understand” I said, wrapping my arms around his neck as he wrapped his around my waist.

He looked at me and I did a puppy dog face, which he apparently can’t resist. He placed his forehead on my shoulder and sighed, mumbling something. 

“What was that?” I asked, lifting his head up from my shoulder. “I said, okay” he replied, smiling as I squealed. I hugged his super tight. “I love you so much” I mumbled into his neck, placing a few kisses on it. 

“I love you too” he said, kissing me on the lips.

Day 1 

“This is beautiful” I said, looking a the cabin that Justin rented out for us. It was near a river and it’s very secluded. I helped Justin with the bags. The inside was just as beautiful as the outside.  

“Let’s go and pick a room” Justin whispered in my ear. I followed him as he walked up the stairs and into the first room he saw. The room was beautiful and very classy. The bed had very big, but beautiful headboard. The sheets were satin which I know Justin loves. 

“This room baby?” Justin asked, placing the bags on the ground.I nodded at him and smiled. 

We began to unpack out clothes, placing them in the wardrobe.

I sighed, finally finishing unpacking. I fell on the bed, closing my eyes. I felt the bed sink in next to me and smiled when I felt Justin place his head on my shoulder, his breath tickling my neck. He began kissing and sucking my neck. 

“You wanna know what we can do to get us settled in?” Justin asked, looking at me, smirking. I shrugged, not getting it. “What?” I asked, looking at him in confusion. 

He winked and got on top of me, pulling his shirt off his body. I licked my lips while staring at his abs and v line. 

“Okay”  I said, blushing. He kissed me, lifting my shirt from my body too. 


Day 2

“Justin, I said you mix the butter with caster sugar first!” I exclaimed, giggling at him as he stared at me in confusion. “Were going to have to do it again” I said,  shaking my head at him. I threw away whatever he just made and started it again. 

“No! don’t touch, I’ll do it” I said, smacking his hand away from the whisk. He pouted and sat on the counter, watching me mix the ingredients. When I finished, I was about to put the batter in the cupcake cases when justin put a finger in it and wiped it against my cheek. 

“Justin!” I said, laughing. I picked the spoon up from the bowl and flicked some at his face. 

“Oh, its on!” he yelled and dumped all the flour on my head. I gasped, picking up the caster sugar and dumping it on his head. Just as he was about to throw eggs an me, I stopped him. 

“OK! OK!, we’re even” I shouted, laughing and began putting the batter in the cupcake cases once again 


Day 3

“come on babe, it’s not that scary” Justin said, trying to persuade me to watch ‘Cabin In The Woods’.

“Justin, it will make it even more scary knowing that we are in fact, in a cabin, in the middle of the woods” I said with wide eyes as he placed the disk in the DVD tray anyway.”Justin!” I said, sighing, knowing I’m not going to win the argument. 

He grabbed the pop corn and sat next to me, placing the bowl in-between us, taking a huge hand full and shoving them into his mouth. “Jesus, Jay. Leave some for me” I joked, picked two up and placing them into my mouth, laughing at Justin’s fake hurt expression. 

I looked at the screen and saw the title come up. Justin pressed play on the remote. I looked at him and glared “I can’t believe you’re making me watch this” I said, still looking at him, not wanting to look at the TV screen. 

“you’re welcome” he said, cheekily, smiling at me. 


Day 4  

I had a blanket wrapped around my shoulders as I stood on the edge of the river, looking out at the beautiful scene. I’ve always loved nature, ever since I was a little girl. 

My thoughts were interrupted when I felt Justin’s arms wrap around my waist from behind. He kissed my cheek, making me smile. 

“You were right you know”Justin said, looking out towards the water. 

“About what?” I asked, laying my head back, onto his shoulder, sighing happily. 

“About being away. I’ve never felt so at peace before and having you with me really puts the icing on the cake. You make this little trip even better” he said, kissing my neck. “I never thought I would be able to survive without social media” he joked an I laughed. 

“I love you so much baby” he whispered in my ear, kissing it. 

“I love you too jay” I smile, turning my head to kiss his lips.


Hey guys. I hope you liked this imagine. There might be some spelling mistakes so I'm sorry about that :P             

Hard-working day (TBS imagine)


Thomas had left two more hours of rolling before he could go home. He was filming The Scorch Trials, the second movie of The Maze Runner series and they were doing the scene where W.I.C.K.E.D attacks the Right Arm’s camp. Acting those scenes was exhausting, he had to run a lot and fight and he was very tired, he had been working six hours already. He was just hoping to get home and lay on the couch till next day.

—Action!

Thomas heard and began to run, he hid behind Dylan and a green box, they kept pretending they heard explosions and screams. Then he had to run, take a gun and start “shooting” people. Afterwords they said a few lines of the script and then more war. This kept for a while and they had to repeat it a few times, getting Thomas even more and more tired everytime. And although the weather was cold at night, he was pretty wet with sweat.

When the two long hours ended and Wes told everybody they were done for the day Thomas let out a heavy sigh and imagined the warm and relaxing shower he would take when he got home. He was so tired he didn’t even feel hungry, he just wanted to sleep. A lot. Thomas was looking for his things when Dylan approached him.

—Hey Tommy, will you gather with the cast tonight? We are going to eat some pizzas and have some beers, Wes just told us we had free day tomorrow. —Dylan patted his shoulder and left his hand resting there.

Thomas looked at him and smiled lazily —Sorry man, I’m really really exahusted. I’m just going to take a shower and have a good sleep tonight. —Dylan looked a little disappointed but he still smiled and they greeted each other with a brotherly hug.

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The door knob switched along with the keys and Thomas pushed the white door entering to the living room of his quiet apartment. Thomas put the keys on the pedestal table and closed the door. He didn’t remember letting the lamp on. He furrowed his eyebrows and looked around. That’s when he spotted a girl sleeping on his couch. He smiled and silently went to take his precious shower.

Hot water dripped from above his head, creating vapor that filled the air of the room, he inhaled deeply and let out the air along with the stress; his muscles relaxing with the warm of the water. When he was changing into clean and comfortable clothes to sleep he heard noises in his kitchen, like the microwave working and spoons clicking. She was awake. Thomas walked into the kitchen and hugged her from behind, resting his chin on her left shoulder. She smiled. Then she turned her head and looked at his smile and then up to his tired eyes.

—Hi —her voice was sweet and tranquil, relaxing him even more.

—Hello, love. —he kissed her cheek and then separated.

—I hope you don’t mind I used the keys you gave me I just wanted to wai—Love, is good. I don’t mind at all. —Yeah I know but is your apartment and we don’t live together yet so is not ok from me to enter whenever I feel like it and—his laugh stopped her rambling and she looked at him.

—Baby I’m serious, it’s ok really —his smile convinced her. A beep was heard and she inmediatly took two cups from the microwave and handed one to him.

—I know you probably didn’t eat so I made you a soup. —she grinned again and he was very thankfull for both things, the soup and her smiles.

They went to the sofa and sat there for a while, talking of each other’s day. He told her everything about how stressing the scenes of that day were and she told him how the coffe shop was also particularly busy that afternoon. She had noticed the dark circles under his brown eyes and how much energy it took from him to say every sentence. So she put the now empty cups on the little table next to the couch and got herself in a laying position, he followed her movements and hugged her tightly. She wrapped one arm around his shoulders and stroked his hair and neck with the other.

He felt pleased. His back muscles loosened and his arms too. His eyes closed almost instantly and he felt himself feeling better already. Just a few minutes passed and she felt his breathing slowing down. He had fallen asleep peacefully.

Although Thomas hadn’t planned ending his long day like this, he definetly enjoyed it a lot.

Zayn imagine inspired by the gif above.

(not my gif)


You were a photographer who worked with One Direction when they were on tour. You were responsible for taking photos of them performing on stage and helping them with their Twitter and Instagram accounts. You couldn’t even believe that this kind of job existed until you started doing it and found out how full on and exhausting it really was.

You loved the job, it was amazing. But the job wasn’t the only thing you loved.

You were on the road with the boys since day 1 of the tour and you had grown incredibly close with all of them. Being a similar age to them was what did it, a lot of the other people on the crew were a lot older then the boys, so it was nice to have other people your age to hang out with. They were like family to you and when they weren’t on stage you were spending time with at least one of them, either chilling out or doing something naughty and mischievous.

You were especially close with Zayn, who you had grown incredibly fond of over the last couple of months, and you wouldn’t say you were in love because you didn’t feel you could admit it to yourself just incase he didn’t feel the same way, but it felt a lot like it.

On this particular day management had asked you to take some studio pictures of the boys to use for the tour book they were starting to create.

Usually they would have booked a professional studio and photographer but they were short on time and had decided to just set up the backdrop, lights and camera gear in a hotel room.

It was midday, the boys were in between interviews and management had told you they wanted it done quickly and efficiently, pissing you off a little knowing they had now put stress on both you and the boys.

They all came in on time, perfectly dressed with make-up and hair done from their last interview that morning, and Louis volunteered to go first stepping in front of the camera. He immediately started doing funny faces and acting like an idiot. You loved the guy and his humor, you really did, but management had put a lot of pressure on you and you didn’t have time for this. But he was funny and you giggled anyways. Once he had got you laughing you both couldn’t stop and you ended up getting the most hilarious pictures. You did ask him to do some serious pictures, thankfully getting two.

Harry however, was not as compliant. After seeing the way Louis had acted for you he decided it would be best to one up him, doing stupid dance moves and making funny faces. You didn’t get one normal picture of him. However you were running out of time.

Niall and Liam were much the same as Louis. They did a few normal shots with the rest being silly. What could you do? They were perfectly comfortable with you and knew how to make you giggle. They were troublemakers and flirts and they loved it.

Zayn was the last to go in front of the camera. “Hi sweetheart,” he said sweetly before starting to model his favorite poses. He made you blush incredibly bright.

With just a few frames left to go Harry jumped over giving Zayn a kiss on the cheek, making Zayn make an incredibly funny reaction, sending you into a fit of giggles.

It was then your boss came in.

“Well this looks professional,” he said sarcastically and darkly. He had an unfriendly look on his face, frowning deeply.

Your breath hitched.

“Sorry sir,” you said gulping.

He walked over to the computer beginning to look through the images you had taken. He did not look impressed. In fact, he looked furious.

“What the hell are these? I asked for professional profiles! Not this nonsense. Someone please find a professional photographer to come and take some real pictures instead of this immature child!”

You felt sick in the stomach, wanting to crawl up into a little ball and cry. All the boys looked horrified for you. Zayn quickly strode in front of the man looking even more furious then the man himself.

“Who do you think you are criticizing her like that! The pictures are amazing! They look real! Sorry for us having a good time and smiling but that’s just who we are! So if you want to blame someone, blame us!”

The man looked completely taken back by Zayn’s yelling. He was not usually one to yell and make a scene.

You didn’t know what to say either. The room was in complete silence.

Harry decided to break the silence. “I like them too. They feel like the real us.”

“Completely,” Louis added.

Niall and Liam nodded in agreement.

The man gave up. “Fine. If you want unprofessional photos blasted all over the Internet, whatever, but don’t come crying to me when they get bad reviews.”

He stormed out of the room.

No matter what the boys had said you still felt the need to cry. Zayn saw it and ran over to you immediately, holding you in his arms tightly and resting his chin on your head.

“It’s ok love,” he said, “He’s a jerk. And by the way, those photos are awesome. All of your photos are. Don’t let anyone ever convince you they aren’t.”

You looked up into his eyes and nodded.

Despite all the boys being in the room Zayn didn’t miss the opportunity to kiss you softly on the lips. Any sadness you felt a minute again disappeared immediately.

You cuddled tighter into his chest. He chuckled.  

Later that night you and the boys ordered pizza and beer and sat on the floor of Harry’s hotel room looking through the pictures and chuckling. They all picked out there favorites, Niall and Liam both posting a few of themselves immediately on Twitter, and any concern you had earlier that day was non existent.

You spent most of the night next to Zayn, sneaking glances at him on occasion. At one point he had shifted incredibly close resting his chin on your shoulder.

Louis looked over at the two of you and chuckled.

“For god sakes will you two just get on with it and kiss. You’ve been looking at each other all night. We don’t care.”

Zayn chuckled in your ears and turned your face with his finger. He kissed you softly but passionately.

The boys cheered immaturely. Must have been the beer.


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Request: Hi, I just wanted to say your writing is amazing! And um I wasn’t sure if you were doing requests or not but I was wondering if you were if you could do one where the reader has been on the show for a while and she’s really good friends with all of them but her husband is deployed and they all help him to surprise her some way, sorry it’s kinda specific but I thought you could do an amazing job with it! Thank you!

A/n: here you go! I hope you like this anon! I wrote this last minute, but it was so much fun! Thank you!


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“I love you too babe. Please be safe.” I muttered.
“I promise.” Jake exhaled. The line went dead, and I was back in reality. No longer speaking to my husband who has been deployed for 7 months now.

“Hey y/n, Robert needs you on set. It’s time for your scene with Dean.” The assistant said as she motioned for me to follow.
I shoved my phone into my pocket and wiped my tears away.

I’ve been on supernatural for a year now, and it’s been the best experience. It helped me cope with my husband leaving and the guys, they have been nothing but supportive.

“There you are!” Jensen stammered and went back to reviewing his lines.
My mind was else where, hoping jake was safe. Usually I’d be fine and go on about my day, but today was hard.

“Hey, you ok?” Jensen asked snapping me back.
“Y-yeah sorry. Just a lot on my mind.” I exhaled. Trying to keep the tears from falling.
Jensen didn’t budge. He crossed his arms over his chest and cleared his throat.
My eyes met his and he softened.
“Hey what’s wrong? Is it jake? Is he ok?” He became worried.
“Y-yeah he’s fine! I just miss him a lot right now.” I mumbled trying to compose myself. Jensen wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me in. “It’s ok. I know you miss him. But hey, he’ll be home soon!” He muttered and wiped my tears away. “And you can make him watch the show! He’ll see how far you’ve come!”

My stomach fluttered and a smile grew. He was right. Jake was coming home soon and he’ll be able to see me doing what I love the most! And for that, I was excited.
“Thank you.” I said.
“Don’t mention it.” Jensen chuckled and pressed his lips to my head. “Ready to start shooting?” He asked.
I nodded and went into position.

“And action!” Robert yelped and before I knew it, both jensen and I snapped into our characters.

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(Jensens pov)

The scene y/n and I did, was brutal. All of our emotions were let out and we lost control of ourselves. We escaped into the minds of our characters and once the scene was over, it was hard to transition back. Especially for her. She went into her trailer to take a little nap since she was emotionally exhausted.

“Hey you ok?” Jared asked, while holding A plate of cookies in his hand.
“Yeah. Just had an intense moment with dean.” I muttered.
Jared pursed his lips and nodded. He knew exactly what I meant.
My phone went off and I retrieved it from my pocket. It was an unknown number.
“Hello?” I exhaled.
“H-hey is this Jensen?” A familiar voice rang.
“Yep. And may I ask who is calling?”
“Oh it’s me, Jake.” He replied.

“Hey jake! How’s everything going? Miss you out here man.” I rambled, not realizing I was a bit enthusiastic.
“It’s okay. I guess. But hey, I’m coming home tomorrow night and I was wondering if you and the other guys could help me out?” Jake spewed.
“Yeah of course!” I exclaimed. “What’s up?”

“I want to surprise y/n.” He cheered.

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It was near the end of the day and I was ready to head home and sleep. I’ve been doing that a lot lately.
It was my last scene of the night and it was with all of the boys. They stood in their spots and waited for the cue to start.

“Dean we have to find Crowley to get that stupid thing off you!” Jared/Sam exclaimed.

“You don’t think I know that Sammy? I’ve tried calling him.” Dean muttered.

“Maybe we should summon him.” I stammered, crossing my arms over my chest.

“Or maybe we should summon someone else?” Cas exhaled.
“Yeah I know the perfect guy to summon!” Jensen smiled.

What the hell? This wasn’t in the script?
“W-what’s happening? Did someone change the script?” I flipped through my lines, trying to pin point this moment.

Jared put all the props together and pulled me closer to them.
“What’re we doing?!” I scoffed.

“Hopefully this works Sammy. We really need him for this.” Dean mumbled.

Cas tilted his head to the side and let out a soft sigh.

There was smoke around the room and Jared finished up the summoning. But nothing happened.
“You rang?” A familiar voice said from behind. My head snapped back and when I laid eyes on the man, my heart began to race and a lump formed in my throat. It was jake. His lips curved up and chuckled. “Missed me?”

I ran straight into his arms and pranced on top of him, my legs wrapping around his waist.

I could hear the boys laughing from behind.
Jakes lips crashed into mine and my stomach fluttered. My husband was back home. Safe and in my arms.

“I’m back baby.” He smiled through our kiss.
“Welcome home.” I cried.

I turned to the guys and let out a laugh. “You guys are so mean! I really thought they changed the script on me last minute!” I chuckled.
“Hey we had to make it realistic. We didn’t want to ruin the surprise!” Jensen cackled.
“Well thank you. All of you.” I smiled.
“No problem.” Jensen muttered.
“Yeah, it was fun. And we’re glad he’s home!” Jared smiled.

“Welcome back man.” Misha stammered.

“Thanks for the help guys. I couldn’t have done it without you.” Jake said as he tangled his hand into mine.
“Lets get some drinks!” I squealed clenching onto my husband.

“Sounds great!” Jared yelped.

We all made our way out of the set and climbed into the car where cliff waited patiently.

This was beyond anything I could ask for. I had my three best friends and my husband, all with me.

Imagine : A Jealous Boy

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You were all in the cafeteria, talking and laughing until Lydia bring a topic and Stiles stopped talking all of a sudden. You didn’t get why he was like that and you got upset because he makes you feel like it was your fault but you did nothing.

Of course you were both close, sometimes it was even too much but you were both always like that. You needed his hugs as much as he did. You loved to cuddle as much as he did, he was literally dying for this. And you were craving for his touch and his kisses. Each time, it was close to yours lips and it was killing you. You wouldn’t say you had feelings for him, you were lost but you did know he was your best friend.

But wouldn’t it be immature to be mad at him just because he’s upset that you are talking about boys with Lydia. After all, you also get mad when he’s close to another girl or when the topic is around this. But you don’t make him feel like a shit when it happens and him.. that’s what he is doing right now. Just because you said that some guys were cute.

When he left the table to take the fork he forgot earlier, you followed him and took him in an empty room so you could talk.

“Are you really doing this right now ?”

“What..” He sighed. He weren’t even trying to hide it.

“Why are you making me feel like it’s my fault ? I did nothing !”

He sighed again, making you even mad.

“Seriously Stiles ? You can be upset, I mean, I am too sometimes but at the end of the day, it was just a fucking topic of conversation and you are still my best friend but also the only guy with who I’m really close. I don’t make a big deal of it when you talk about girls with Scott, this is so unfair !”

“So what are you saying huh ? I can be mad but I still have to act like It doesn’t touch me ? Really logic.”

“You know what ? Fuck you okay ? If it does bother you then what ? It’s not like you actually have a thing for me so why would it bother you this much ! We are not da-”

“Don’t.” He cut you off, probably hurt or angry, you couldn’t tell.

“What, its true !” You said. “We are not dating so you can’t be like that with me !”

“What you saying is not fair either and you know it !”

“At least I’m not ignoring you everytime you talk to a girl !”

“I’m not ignoring you !”

“Oh yes excuse me, you are just not talking to me.”

“So I’m supposed to talk to you every minutes ? You’re being immature right now. You’re making a scene for nothing and as you said, we are not a couple so don’t act like we are one.”

And just after he said that, he left you alone and walked back to the table. That was unfair of him to talk to you this way, you felt like a kid who got a lecture from your dad and you hated this feeling. After all, he was the wrong one, being mad at you for nothing.

It didn’t feel right to come back there so you just left the cafeteria to walk a little outside, you needed to be alone during a moment, even a little one. You knew you had feelings for him but could you blame yourself ? Stiles was a beautiful human being, inside and outside. Plus you were both really close so it was obvious that at least one of you would fall in love, not that you actually were, not right now but you knew there was something.

You sat under a tree, the view was actually beautiful and your mood got a little better. You were about to close your eyes when somebody sat next to you but you already know who it was and you hated yourself for that. You sighed but you didn’t turned toward him, you kept your gaze right in front of you, watching some birds enjoying their life.

“So you’re going to ignore me now ? That’s pretty unfair you know.”

Asshole.

“Thank you, it goes right to my heart.”

Your eyes grew wide, looking at him. Yes you often say out loud what you are thinking without noticing it.

“I forgive you only if you admit you didn’t mean it.” He whispered, his face really close to yours.

“What If I do ?” You whispered back.

“Because you do ?” He asked, leaning closer again.

“Maybe.”

“Seriously (Y/N) ?”

You said nothing, staring at his beautiful brown eyes and he did the same.

“Ok you know what ? I’m done with that.” He sighed.

“Done with wh-”

He took your head in his hands and kissed you, well this fight was helpful finally.

-Imagine Jared noticing you on the red carpet Part 2 [Requested]
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We drove out of the parking lot as he loosened his tie and the buttons of his shirt.

“You hungry?” He asked.

“I’m starving.”

Despite having been to one of the most beautiful and prestigious events, and the food looking delicious, there wasn’t time to eat. He smiled as he continued to drive stopping at a small hole in the wall vegan place that was minutes from closing.

“Trust me?”

“Do I have choice?”

“Not really.”

He smirked and walked in, and I waited for a few minutes until he came back with a brown sack. He drove down the road until we came to a winding road of neighborhood homes about a mile from the festivities.

We pulled in to a gated home, that was modern and unassuming. He stopped in the driveway just in front of the front door and grabbed our food before coming around to open my door.

He offered his hand to me to help me out when my heel caught my dress making me stumble in to him.

“Shit!”

“You ok?”

“My ego is bruised but I’ll be ok” I replied as we walked to the front door.

His home was beautiful. It was a mix of modern art, and leather bound furniture that fit him just right. Taking my hand and lacing my fingers with his, he led me out to the patio and pool area.

As I was admiring the scene, Jared was rolling up his pants and taking off his shoes and socks and sitting with his feet in the water.

“Come on…”

I smiled and took off my heels and hiked up my rather poofy dress and sat down placing my feet I the water as well. Jared began to unpack our dinner which consisted of a bowl of leafy greens, veggies, and other vegan goodies.

He handed me my bowl, with a plastic wrapped fork and placed a large glass bottle of sparkling water between us.
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She was even more beautiful out of the spotlight. She had a sweetness about her that the women that I’d dated or attempted to date had to fake. She was genuine, and I liked that about her. A lot.
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After I’d had my fill of quinoa and veggies, Jared pulled out a clear plastic container that held the most beautiful looking cupcake I’d ever seen.

“You like red velvet?” He asked

“I do actually.”

“I thought you liked the whole awards thing” I asked as I took a bite of my half of cupcake.

“I do. But after a while it gets tedious”

I smiled.

“My sister loves every bit of it.”

“I can tell.”

I laughed with a bit of cupcake still in my mouth. My sister did have a reputation for being a bit of spotlight whore, though I’d never tell her that she was.

“Last bite is yours.” He said sweetly.

He placed the bite of cupcake on his plastic fork and fed me the last bit.
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After she finished her bite, I pulled her closer to me and placed my lips on hers. When she kissed me back, I still tasted the sweetness of our dessert.

She pulled back and smiled.

“My sister is going to be worried if you don’t get me home soon.”

“Stay… Just a little longer…”

I leaned in and kissed her again. Deeper this time.

“You’re gonna get me in so much trouble Leto”

                       Ok excuse me for a moment while I cry again.

Daryl never had any intention of standing by and watching while Carol put these child walkers down. But he tries to give Carol the time to see for herself that there was nothing she needed to prove by doing this. So, he quietly waits as she battles through the thoughts in her own mind and won’t leave her side.

He desperately wants to be there for her but he will not force her to open up if she is not ready. He understands exactly what she needs without words.

But then, at the same time, he also knew he could not let her add to the pain she was going through by actually being the one to put even more child walkers down. (Though he doesn’t know the details here, we find out later that that is what he had assumed happened with Lizzie&Mika.) And, of course, he knew it would also rehash the memories he knows she has of Sophia.

This scene, to me, epitomizes just how well they know, respect and love each other and what burdens they will try to shoulder just in the hopes that the pain is lessened in some way/any way for the other. 

                 The man adores the absolute fuck out of this woman.

                                       Just look at how much. 

     

The Demons Within

She was on the ground before she had a chance to comprehend what had actually happened. Her gun was gone and a burning pain was travelling from the center of her chest where he had struck her, through her left side, exactly where her incision sight scar was been carved into her. He had hit her hard sending her crashing onto the steps behind her, but she was pushing herself up before she knew it, she was acting on instinct pushing herself to her feet and coming face to face with her own service piece.

For a moment she froze, her breath getting stuck in her lungs as her heart began to pound against her tightening chest. Wanting nothing more than to reach for her scar as a way to cover up the pain and bring a sense of calm back to herself, but she couldn’t, there was a gun being pointed at her and she knew she needed to remain calm, she couldn’t let her PTSD take over once again.

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One direction imagine

Title: A night I will never forget

I stared at the screen of my lit up phone. My boys, one direction, had finally landed in my town.

I sighed to myself as I looked over at my mirror, remembering that I still had to apply my make up.

Yes, I was excited to see them, as I had been a fan of them since I was 12, they had grown up with me, always there when I needed them. But I couldn’t shake the feeling that this night would be disappointing.

Whenever I daydreamed of going to one of their concerts I always made it so that I would somehow impress them, making them want to get to know me more. Deep down, behind the hope, I know that scenario will never happen.

-

I shut the door behind me, assuring my mother that I can walk by myself to the arena, since we had gotten a hotel down the street from it for the night.

When I got inside and found my seat, after much confusion, I looked around, taking it all in. It wasn’t dark yet, and I had gotten there quite early, so the arena was pretty empty, allowing me to see just about everything.

I took out my phone and snapped a few pictures for the “before it was crazy packed” scene.

Then I waited.

-

Hours later and the lights finally went out, it was dark now, and the screams got louder.

My 4 boys walked out onto the stage, and even though I couldn’t see them perfectly, I smiled the biggest smile I had ever made.

They were here, right there, in front of me. The boys that I have dreamed of seeing for 4 years, they were finally right in front of me.

All the times that I had been told that I would never meet or see Niall, Liam, Harry or
Louis outside of a screen, none of it mattered, because they were all wrong.

The song “clouds” sounded and I immediately started singing along, looking from them to one of the screens on either side of the arena constantly.

-

The last song of the encore ended and I felt a wave of dread wash over me.

It’s over.

Tomorrow they will be in a different state, maybe even in a different country. They will go back to just being a picture on a screen, a memory that I will never forget but one that they will.

My heart felt empty, I didn’t want them to go. I reluctantly followed everyone else out of the arena and into the open.

I decided not to go back to the hotel quite yet, I was feeling dizzy and dehydrated from all the screaming and singing, so I started on my way to quickly go get something to eat.

It didn’t take too long for me to get lost.

I stood there on the sidewalk, looking in all directions, unsure of what to do, when I heard a voice.

“Hey, you ok?” it asked.

I turned around, finding myself face-to-face with Harry styles.

“I-I’m lost” I said, wondering if I was dreaming.

Niall, Liam and Louis suddenly appeared next to him.

“Harry, what are you doing I thought we were going to-” Liam’s eyes landed on me.

“Hello!” he smiled at me.

I wanted to say something, but nothing would come out. Was this actually happening?

When I didn’t respond Harry chipped in again.

“She said she’s lost”.

“Well where are you headed? We could probably get you there” Liam said.

“I um, I don’t know. I didn’t think I would need to know” I nervously laughed.

“You don’t remember the direction you took?” Louis asked.

“No..well yes, I think I know how to get back from the arena, but I’m feeling lightheaded from the concert, and I’m trying to find a place to get food or at least a water” I replied.

“Oh! You were at our concert, how was it? Did you like it?” Niall asked happily.

“Yeah, it was great” I laughed once more.

“We were actually gonna go and get some food ourselves, would you care to join?” Liam asked with a genuine smile.

This has to be a punk, am I getting punk’d?

“Really? You don’t mind?”

“No not at all” Harry said.

“It’s a good thing I didn’t buy any merchandise, because I still have the money that my mom gave me” I joked.

They all laughed, honestly probably out of kindness though, and then walked me to the diner that they were headed to.

We all sat down, and talked.

We talked about the concert, their songs, myself, and even those 2am questions.

I felt so safe and content around them.

I ended up needing to take a box of leftovers back to the hotel, if I ate anymore I swear I would have exploded.

-

After dinner we all scrambled into their car.

When we were parked outside of my hotel I said goodbye to my boys, and finally, it all hit me.

How I had actually met them, my dream of 4 years finally came true. Those mornings when I would wake up after dreaming of meeting them and feeling my spirit practically die out of despair, they didn’t mean anything at this moment.

I hugged them all one by one and cried, I tried so hard not to, but I wasn’t strong enough.

“I love you” I whispered before I left.

-

I took out the key card from my purse and slid it into the door, heard the click, and swiftly opened it.

I looked over to the beds and found my mom already asleep.

I walked over to the bathroom and cleaned myself up, washed my face, brushed my teeth, and showered, allowing the hot water to sooth my aching head and body.

As I combed my wet hair, my eyes flickered over to the box of leftovers.

I popped open the box and smiled at the writing on the inside cover.

“Hello! It’s us, one direction, thank you for accompanying us to dinner. We hope you had a great time at the concert and we’re glad we met you, you are truly one of a kind.

P.S: Niall thinks you’re cute

Love,

Harry, Liam, Louis and Niall”

I placed my hand over my mouth and felt tears prick at my eyes.

This night will truly be one I never forget.

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lucifer meme: (9) scenes

“Did I sell my soul to the devil?” “That would imply the devil is actually interested in your soul.”