i mean just look at the second gif

okay yes this whole scene is amazing etc etc but can we talk about how isak looks at even in this gif?
you can literally see the love in his eyes, and how much he admires the boy standing in front of him. how incredibly lucky he feels that he only is a couple of centimeters away from the man of his life , not to mention how lucky he feels that last night actually happened amirite????
i also absolutely love how weak isak looks, just by looking at even; how he looks like he could fall apart any second because he loves this guy way too much for his own good. i mean he’s barely even had the chance to wake up yet, but i’m pretty sure he can already tell this will be one of the best days of his whole entire life, because he gets to spend it knowing that he’s got even. and it’s not really hard to miss how badly he wants to kiss him, but then again he doesn’t really mind watching him dance for a little while longer…
so this post is a mess but so am i after seeing this like 50 times so just shh

Pixel Art Tree Tutorial

When I first started out doing pixel art I couldn’t find a good tutorial on how to make trees. So now that I’m a bit better, I’ve decided to make my own! 

For this tutorial, you’ll need some sort of digital art program. You probably shouldn’t be looking at digital art tutorials if you don’t have a digital art program. I use Pro Motion, but I’m pretty sure that Gimp and Photoshop work too. 

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Say You Love Me

Spock x Reader

You expected him to say it at the wedding. He did not and it hurt you more than you expected. Why couldn’t he just say it? You already had so many times. You told him again in your vows at the wedding, that’s where you assumed he’d say it. But those three words were never uttered from your husbands lips. Which annoyed you, but you understood what the half of him that was Vulcan did to his character. Jim could see you were upset at the after party, which was more for you than Spock. Jim told you that Spock had told you about the different ways he loved you, just not with those words. You admitted it hurt you and you did feel like maybe he didn’t love you as much as you loved him. But that begged the question of why would he marry you if he didn’t love you? Jim had just tried to tell you how you were wrong and Spock did love you. But it was hard to believe him when he hadn’t actually said it yet. 

Your comm rang and seeing it was Spock you ignored it. It went to the message. 

“Y/n. You don’t seem to be answering my comm calls. So I am assuming you are ignoring me or have lost your comm. I wasn’t aware you had any activities occurring today that meant you were exiting the house. If you could please call me back I would be much obliged and less worried by the lack of communication, I will see you when I return home.” He hung up and you sat back on the bed. You felt bad but you also wanted him to be worried in a way because, it showed that he cares. Maybe that was manipulative but you needed the affirmation that he didn’t stay with you and marry you for some other reason.

Later that day, the doorbell rang, so you knew it wasn’t Spock. Going to the door you opened it. It was Jim. 

“So. You’re not dead!” He exclaimed. “I’m Spock’s eyes and ears because apparently you haven’t been returning any of the poor Vulcans’ calls and he’s getting worried.” Jim walked in and got a beer from the kitchen. 

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I got you

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You’ve been missing for a month so Kai tries to find you

‘Any signs of her?’ Kai walked into the house, everyone looking towards him. He sat down on the  couch and leaned back, crossing his arms.

'No. There’s nothing new. We know nothing, not even who took her. How the hell are we suppose to find her?’ Damon said, taking a sip of his bourbon. You’ve been missing for a month and no one knew where you were or who took you. There were just empty ideas and suggestions where you might be.

'I don’t know, but I do know that I’ll do everything to find her because she is somewhere out there and still alive.’ Kai stated and looked at Bonnie, who was looking at him in a very suspicious way.

'Damon, can I talk to you for a second?’ Bonnie said, pulling Damon to the side and far from where Kai was sitting.

'Can we really trust him? I mean, he might be holding her somewhere and just acts like he’s worried about her. Don’t you think it’s a little suspicious he’s so interested in her all of a sudden and so worried?’ Bonnie whispered and looked towards Kai, who was now staring at her and Damon. He was more angry than sad at that moment and Bonnie completely forgot Kai could hear them no matter where they were.

'Yeah, Bon, I can hear you perfectly and thank you so much for believing in me, it means so much.’ He said it sarcastically and rolled his eyes at Bonnie, not believing she was starting again with all those things about not trusting him, even though he showed her multiple times that he cares about you more than she could ever imagine.

'I’m just stating the facts, that’s all. I think I’m the only one here who still doesn’t completely believe you. A person doesn’t change just like that so excuse me if I would rather rely on people I trust and know than on you.’ Bonnie stated, turning her back to Kai. Kai let out a sigh and got up, rubbing his hands together. He thought about what he was going to say, Bonnie’s back still facing him.

'Ok, since you all still think I’m someone who can’t be trusted and you clearly know something but don’t want to tell me because you think I might screw you over, I will find her on my own.’ Kai said and walked out of the house, anger and sadness taking over him.  He screamed out and ran as fast as he could. He roamed through the streets and looked through every building there is, the abandoned ones, hoping he would find you somewhere. Even after a month, he didn’t want to give up. He couldn’t shake the fact you might be dead somewhere, his body giving up slowly from all the running and the stress accompanied by fear. He stopped right at the path that was leading straight to the woods, begging to find you there. Even though he doubted himself, he went into the woods anyway, searching through every corner, his body feeling you were close to him, but you were nowhere to be seen.
He stopped by an old oak and leaned down, placing his hands on his knees and tried to catch his breath. With every breath he took, he was closer to losing his patience. He got up and looked around, starting to panic, tears forming in his eyes. He was desperate to find you, wanting to hold you in his arms again, even if it meant going through the entire town over an over, searching through every corner there is. He took a deep breath and closed his eyes for a second, trying to calm down. After a few moments, he opened them and focused on one spot in the distance, but it wasn’t what he expected. He squinted his eyes for a moment trying to figure out what it was, but when he finally did his eyes went wide as he ran in that direction.

'Omg.’ He muttered and kneeled down, not believing he actually found you. You were wounded and covered in blood, your body cold like never before, the warmth Kai loved about you was gone, and your eyes that always shone were closed, your body fighting to keep going. Tear rolled down his cheek and fell on your still body as he took you in his arms and pressed you against his chest. He bit his wrist, allowing blood to come to the surface, bringing it to your mouth.

'C'mon, you can do it. Please, drink.’ He muttered, another tear rolling down his cheek when you weren’t moving. 'Please.’ He gave you a kiss on the top of your head, his wrist still pressed against your mouth, hoping you would wake up. He refused to let you go so he kept checking if you woke up and when you didn’t he bit his wrist again, fresh blood trickling down yor throat. When he least expect it, your lips started moving as you grabbed onto his arm, drinking his blood, letting it flow down your throat. His eyes went wide when he felt your grip on his arm, his face lighting up immediately, the feeling of happiness in his body indescribable.

'Kai’ you whispered, reaching out your hand to gently touch his cheek. 'You saved me.’ He smiled at you and kissed you deeply as he brought you up, his strong arms wrapping around your body, that was healed because of his blood.

'Always. Remember that.’ He cupped your face, looking deeply into your eyes. 'I’m not letting you out of my sight ever again.’ You smiled at him and hugged him again, locking your lips with his, knowing you wouldn’t be able to thank Kai enough for saving your life and that moment when you felt his arms around you again changed everything, you felt safe and happy, knowing he was there to stay and keep you with him forever.


Locked Up

Desc: Reader is a witch who has un-dealt with feelings for Kai. After learning that Bonnie, her best friend, has locked him up, she flees to rescue him from the Prison World, determined to tell him how she feels.

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Bonnie sat by the crackling fire, brown eyes wide as she spilled everything.

“You WHAT?!” you gasped, hands flying to your mouth.

“Trapped him in the Prison World,” she muttered softly.

Even though she hated Kai, a part of her also hated herself for what she did to him.

Your nails had been clawing into your tender wrists while you listened, tears burning at your eyes.

“(Y/N),” Bonnie hiccuped softly, offering you a hand, “I’m so sorry.”

Your chest rose softly as you took her hand. For a moment, she smiled sadly. Then-

“Gah!?” Bonnie gasped, pulling her hand back and looking at her charred skin.

“If you were sorry,” you said through clenched teeth, “You never would have done this.”

“(Y/N)!” Bonnie called after you as you made way to leave the Salvatore house. A shimmering white shield arose in front of you, blocking your way. “I can’t let you do this!” she begged from behind you.

Your fingers touched the shield, cracks appearing underneath your fingertips as you applied force. It shattered under your touch, splitting into a million pieces as you threw the door open and sprinted far far away.

I will find you, Kai.  


Kai was angry and you knew it. He really had been trying to be a better person. He was learning to love and be loved, but after being completely back stabbed ….he must be absolutely enraged, you thought.

It had been two weeks since arriving in the prison world, and over a month since Kai had been abandoned. The feeling of loneliness sunk deep through your skin. Every breath was yours, every movement was yours, every footprint in the snow was yours.

Until, it wasn’t.

You made way to the Salvatore house with a bag of stolen groceries in your hand. Glittering flakes of snow trickled from the soft white clouds, covering the ground in a layer of cold.

 It was there you saw it. A separate track of footprints in the snow, and they led all the way up to the house.

Pulling your coat to your exposed neck, you sprinted through the snow and to the unlocked door, hands fumbling and shaking from nerves and cold alike as you stepped inside. The house was alight with warm light and glowing candles. You could sniff out a burning log fire, so you let the groceries fall to the ground and tiptoed to the living room, where you came skidding to a halt.

He sat on the couch, feet propped up, and a glass in hand. His face was unshaven, his clothes were stained red, and his eyes were emptier than ever.

“Kai,” you breathed in astonishment. 

His eyes flickered up, and for a moment he didn’t move.

“Is it-”

“Me,” you smiled pathetically.

He looked so far off from reality, unbelieving of what he was looking at. This was, after all, the second time he had been abandoned down here.

A soft smile tickled the corners of his mouth.

“What the hell are you doing here? I mean, I just knew, I wasn’t alone, but-”

“Because I have to be.”

Kai stood, dodging the edge of the table as he approached you slowly, emptied glass in hand. He backed you into the wall, his eyes narrowed. In a flash he had slammed his glass against the wall, the jagged edge coming centimeters from your skin as he breathed heavily.

“She sent you, didn’t she?” he said furiously.

“Kai-” you panted, turning your head away as he easily withheld your limp struggle to escape from his grasp.

He smiled, a malicious grin lighting up his face as he brought his lips to your ear. He placed them softly against your earlobe, whispering against your warm flesh.

“Pathetic. She stole away what I had and now I’ll take what s-”

“Shut up!” you snapped suddenly.

Kai cocked his head, moistening his lips and forcing you to meet his gaze.

“What was that?”

You opened your mouth, eyes red as the feel of the glass slicing your skin caused you to gasp sharply. Your hand wriggled free, snapping up and catching Kai’s wrist. The glass he held instantly melted through his fingers. His lip curled as he brought up his free hand, but you caught that too, swinging him around and pinning him into the wall with such force that the wall cracked behind him. He opened his mouth for a split second, and with both hands pinned above his head, you pressed your lips forcibly into his, silencing his thoughts. It worked. Through the confusion of it all, Kai lost his willpower to hurt you. You pulled back from the kiss and placed a finger over his lips. The horrible malicious expression he’d worn was replaced with confusion.

“I came down here because I wanted to save you,” you said, voice shaking.

Kai stared at you, awestruck.

“I know why you might think I helped Bonnie, but I was never a part of that plan. She may have been my best friend before, but she knew how I felt about you, and put you through this anyways, and I could never forgive her for that,” you cried softly. “And I couldn’t stop thinking about how alone you must be…how alone I was without you. Because I never even-” you gasped, your hands wiping away the crystal water rolling down your cheeks, “I never got to tell you I-”

Kai’s arms flew out, snatching you from your back and pulling you tightly into his arms. He held you for a while, cradling your head to his shoulder, lips on your forehead while you sobbed into him. Two of his fingers crawled under your chin, lifting it up so your eyes met his blue ones.

“I’m so sorry, babe, I just…have a tendency of being abandoned. And as you must imagine, that comes with some trust issues.”

You smiled a little.

“My instinct is to hate. And clearly hate it must be, for even my best could never be enough for anyone,” he said, eyes signalling the red stain in his clothing where Bonnie had stabbed him. “I can’t put my faith in anyone because it always gets shattered when I need it most, and no matter how fucking hard I fight for good…at the end of the day, I’ve been made out to be alone.”

Your eyes flickered downwards and back up. “Your best and worst side has always been enough for me,” you sniffed quietly.

Kai’s familiar & cheeky smile appeared, melting your heart into an oozing puddle.

Kai bent over you, lifting your chin up so that your lips touched. He pressed his lips lightly to yours, arms dropping around your waist as he gently coaxed you for more, easing into the kiss slowly. You craved the taste of his mouth, lips parting as your chests rose and fell lightly to the beat of the kiss. Kai explored your mouth curiously, with more caution and gentle passion then you would have expected from him. Then, he slowly pulled back, eyes closed. His breath came a bit short.

“Kai?” you murmured.

He smirked, his eyelids fluttering open.

“Sorry,” he said, his teeth gnawing at his lower lip, wrinkles forming in his forehead. “I’m just not used to that. It might take me a second.”

You giggled and touched noses with him.

“What is it, bear?”

“I don’t know,” he said, trying to piece together his words, “M-My heart is fluttering and- I feel this warm thing inside my chest.”

You snickered and wrapped your hands around his neck, “That’s called love.”

Kai tilted his head, an eyebrow raised. “It feels nice.”

You grinned and planted a kiss on the bridge of his nose.

“I can show you more, if you want.”

You and me

Sequel to You make everything better, but can be read as a stand-alone.

Word Count: 1.3K
Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader (No gender specified)
Summary:  After Peter recounts the events of his fight with Captain America and his team, confessions are made.
Warnings: None.
A/N: I wrote this today because I wanted to take my mind off of the other things I’m writing that have backstories and more complicated plots– which means that this is fluff and a lil angst and then fluff again.

You’re sitting cross-legged on Peter’s bed, running your fingers through his hair while he rests his head on your lap. He’s talking animatedly, and from the faraway look in his eyes you can see that he’s lost in his own memories.

“And Bucky Barnes had this super cool metal arm and I touched it! And the Falcon had this awesome drone that threw me out the window and there was this man that Mr. Stark said was called Ant-Man who was like, super tiny.”

“Like an ant?” You ask, straining your face muscles to stop yourself from smiling. He stops talking and gives you an unamused look.

“Yes, obviously. Anyway–” He moves to sit up and you take your hands off his hair. “Spread your legs.” Your eyes widen in surprise and you laugh out loud.

Damn, chivalry sure is dead.” You say in amusement– but the joke takes a couple of seconds to land on Peter. Once it does, his eyes widen and he blushes furiously– jerking back and lifting his hands up, shaking his head.

“I didn’t mean it like that! I– I just wanted to sit between your legs!” You fall back against his pillow, laughing heartily.

I know, babe. Come here.” You manage to say once you’ve controlled yourself. You sit back and spread your legs, opening your arms for him. He covers his face and sighs exaggeratedly before moving at a snail’s pace towards you until he’s finally sitting in front of you, leaning back against your chest.

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Part 3: Imagine staying up past midnight with Chris.

Here’s part 1 and part 2 if you want to jump over and read those.

Dinner didn’t start at 8PM like you had planned thanks to the little detour to your bedroom. By the time the two of you managed to break away from each other and have dinner, it was 1:04AM; not that either of you were complaining.

Both of you were now in your kitchen devouring the last course of the degustation menu; dessert, which was your favorite. You were a little surprised that Chris was having dessert because you’d seen a few interviews where he’d stated that he wasn’t much of a dessert person, which was a bummer for you because your specialty was desserts. He said he’d rather munch on candy than cookies and cakes, but from the looks of things you’d changed his mind.

You watched him eat mouthful after mouthful of your tiramisu and smiled. You didn’t know if you were smiling because you were proud of converting him into a dessert person, or if you were just happy with the fact that- you were dating Chris Evans. You still couldn’t believe it was actually happening and you were a little afraid you’d suddenly wake up and realized it was just an incredibly vivid dream.

“Why are you staring at me?” Chris raised an eyebrow at you, his words muffled by the cake he had in his mouth. You chuckled softly and shook your head, lowering your gaze. “Did you want me to feed you, baby?” He scooped some up with his spoon and held it in front of your face. “Here.”

“I’m good,” you chuckled and pushed his hand away.

“C'mon,” he cooed and pushed the spoon forward. “It’s good.”

“I know, I made it,” you chuckled and pushed his hand away again. “I’m just really full.”

“One bite won’t kill you.”

“Stop!” You laughed and shied away from him as he tried to force another mouthful of tiramisu into your mouth. “I’ve already had enough to eat, Chris. If I eat anymore I’m going to puke in your face and that will not be pleasant.”

“No it will not,” he chuckled and lowered his spoon back onto his plate. “Can I just say,” he leaned forward and rested his elbows on the table and his chin in his palm. “You look very, very cute in my shirt.” He smiled when you did.

“Does that mean I get to keep it?” You teased with a cheeky smile.

“And what am I meant to wear?” He chuckled, gesturing to his bare chest. “This is all fine and good while we’re in your house but the second I walk out, I’m going to need something otherwise I’m going to make headlines.” You both laughed at that. “I can see it now,” he chuckled, “right across New York Times. Captain America leaves his girlfriend’s house shirtless, where’s his shield when he needs it?” He joked then threw his head back, laughing harder than before.

You weren’t laughing because you were still trying to process what you’d just heard. You felt your lips part slightly, stunned that he just called you his girlfriend. Of course you’d be glad to be his girlfriend, it was just something the two of you hadn’t discussed. It wasn’t until he stopped laughing and saw your face that he realized what he had just said. You watched his eyes widened as he choked on the air in his lungs.

“Uh- I didn’t- I uh- You see-” He rambled, using his hands a little too much which meant that he was beyond nervous; you bit back your smile. “I um- it slipped out um- We haven’t talked about it so- ignore me, I- I didn’t-” he cut himself off and spooned more tiramisu into his mouth. “Mmmmm,” he hummed then dramatically spoke with his mouth full, “dishisdemicious.”

“Chris,” you chuckled softly and reached over and placed your hand over his. “You can breathe because I’m not the kind of girl who’s going to freak out because you just called me your girlfriend.” He swallowed his cake and pressed his lips together. “Do you want to have the talk so we’re both clear about where we stand, and so you don’t do whatever you just did?” You teased him and he chuckled. “‘Cause I’m ready whenever you are.”

“Well then- do we really have to have the talk when it’s clear we both want this?” He asked rhetorically and you raised an eyebrow with a small smirk on your lips. “I mean- I just unconsciously called you my girlfriend after a week and you didn’t freak out,” he chuckled then jokingly added, “if that’s not soul mate level, I don’t know what is.”

“Oh my God,” you laughed.

“Yeah, I said it.” He purposely puffed out his chest and brought a proud smile onto his face to comically relieve the situation. You shook your head, trying hard to stop laughing. “I’m an eccentric, okay?” He pouted and turned his hand, palm into yours. “Ignoring all the weird stuff I’ve said about the matter,” his index finger drawing small circles on your palm, “will you please officially hold the title of being my girlfriend?”

“Mm…” You pretended to think about it even though you were already going to say yes. “I mean-” you scrunched your nose, making a face. “That sounds like a lot of commitment and- I don’t think I have-” You were cut off when he jumped up from his stool and grabbed you, tickling your sides. “Chris!” You shrieked with laughter, squirming away from his touch.

“Say yes!”

“This is blackmail-” You laughed as he continued tickling you, you were running out of space to move before you fell off your stool. “I’m going to fa- Chris!” He ceased tickling you and wrapped his arms around your waist before you fell, lifting you to your feet.

“Say yes.” He whispered softly, pressing his forehead to yours.

“Of course I’m going to say yes, you doofus.” You smiled and wrapped your arms around his neck. “I don’t think I’ve ever been happier with a guy than when I’m with you,” you admitted then blushed when he kissed you tenderly. “We still have to talk about some things though,” you said when you broke the kiss.

“Like who’s the top?” He teased.

“No,” you chuckled. “Like how we’re going to make this relationship work when we both know we’re not going to compromise on geographical locations.” He pressed his lips together, wincing. “And let’s not even mention our crazy work schedules.”

“Will you stop worrying?” He chuckled. “We’re going to make this work because I’m in New York like- more than you’d think.” It was said unconvincingly but you smiled anyway. “I visit Seb a lot, there’s uh- photo shoots and press tours and interviews that I have to come out for, plus I’m fond of a restaurant called Clover.” He wiggled his eyebrows at you, smiling goofily. “The food is exquisite there, and the head chef’s an absolute doll.”

“So I’ve heard,” you agreed, smiling.

“We’re going to make this work, Y/N,” he promised. “Do you want to know whyyyy?” He asked in a sing song voice and you smiled, shaking your head 'no’. “Because I couldn’t possibly leave my best girl behind,” he told you with a smile; his tone so genuine that it made your heart flutter.

“In that case, Cap,” you smiled back. “I’m with you till the end of the line.”

Part 4 sometime soon. x

Can you do an imagine where the reader is invited at the Mikaelsons ball and she talks about her feelings for Klaus with Rebekah and he overhears and then he asks her about it and she says something like “It’s not true it’s just your imagination.” but they end up together?:)

    I don’t know why I’m here, I don’t fit in with any of the people here. I saw my sister Elena and she waved to me but I didn’t want to talk to her. She’s the reason that Aunt Jenna is dead. I began to walk over to Caroline but was stopped by Rebekah Mikaelson. Of course she would be here, it was her ball after all. I didn’t necessarily have anything against Rebekah, other than her brother ruining my life.

    “Hello Y/N, you look amazing” She pulled me into a hug, which was a little strange considering we really only talked when her asshole of a brother made one of my best friends a hybrid.

    ‘Hi Rebekah, as do you” I decided to be civil because she hadn’t done anything wrong to me. She seemed like she would be a good friend.

    We talked for about an hour more and became pretty good friends in such a short period of time. We started to ask pretty deep questions, it would probably turn out to come back at me latter but it felt good to get information out of my system.

    “So… You and matt?” I said with a teasing wink and smirk, she visibly blushed and looked away toward Matt for a second. I knew there was something between them, anyone could see that.

    “Yeah, I like him. He makes me feel human” Rebekah had a very obvious blush on her face. She smiled just at the thought of him, it was cute and I shipped it. “Anyways, enough about me. You and my brother seem to have a certain connection” She wiggled her eyebrows. “I mean, he talks about you all the time”  

    At this point and time I knew I was as red as a tomato. “There’s nothing to say. He ruined my life.” I said with a shrug and tried to stay as nonchalant as I could.

    “But you still find yourself attacted to him?” Bekah asked with one eyebrow raised. I nodded at this and looked up to see Klaus staring at me from across the room.

    “I need a drink.” I stated as I walked towards the bar, it was true if I was getting through tonight I would need to be at least a little tipsy. I finally made it to the bar and swallowed a glass of champagne down in what seemed to be record time.

    “Careful love, someone might take advantage of you if you are in a drunk state.” Klaus showed up behind me and sat in the seat next to me. I rolled my eyes.

    “I can handle myself thanks.” I could feel the Salvatore’s stares on me, them protecting Elena also means they protect me. But I can protect myself.

    “I don’t know. You are attracted to the man that ‘ruined your life’” he had his signature smirk on his face. He was using his stupid vampire hearing and listening into my conversation.

    “I don’t know what you’re talking about. You must be imagining things big bad wolf.” I tried to pull it off by standing up and walking away but he followed me.

    “Well love, if you are not attracted to me than one dance wouldn’t hurt would it?” Klaus knew he was getting to me and it bothered me so much.

    “Fine.” I said with a sigh, “one dance wouldn’t hurt anything.” Yes it would.

    “Perfect” as if on cue a slow song began to play and Klaus put his hand on the small of my back and the other in my hand. Which forced me to place mine on his shoulder. His touched made me jump, making him chuckle. He knew what he was doing to me. Soon one dance turned into dancing the whole night with neither of us noticing.  

A Little Too Late Part 3

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Title: A Little Too Late Part 3

Pairing: Gabriel x Reader

Warnings: violence, angst, fluff

Word Count: 999

A/N: Back from the grocery store so YAY! That was a fucking journey omg. However, I’m back home so I hope you all enjoy another installment of my Gabriel series! Feedback is welcomed and appreciated <3 I have a few requests left. I’ll be posting about something AMAZING today, probably after this! Anyway, to the fic! WHICH I MIGHT ADD, IS GOING TO BE GETTING EVEN BETTER AS WE GO ON!

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The four men looked around the room.  Blood covered almost every inch of the room.  This nest was in a house that was in the middle of nowhere.  Castiel counted the decapitated bodies that covered the floor.  “There are twenty-five in this room alone,” Castiel informed them.

“Gabriel must be pissed if he took twenty-five vampires by himself,” Dean remarked kicking bodies out of his way.

Someone, help me.  I’m in a dark room.

Balthazar and Castiel locked eyes.

Sam and Dean glanced at one another before glaring at the angels.  Dean tapped their arms.  “Is there something we should know,” Dean spoke, raising his voice.

“[Y/N] is alive, and Gabriel knows it too,” Castiel stated, his voice full of concern.  “She prayed for help; she’s in a dark room.

“[Y/N]’s prayer isn’t going to make Gabriel any less furious,” Balthazar added.  “We need to find him.”

“Agreed,” Castiel nodded, grabbing the Winchesters.

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Happy request,

can you do an imagine where the reader is Happys old lady and pregnant. she’s a few days over her due date and is so tired of being pregnant, she shows up at the club house one night when happy isn’t home, and they have sex to induce her labor? :)                                                    

Baby it‘s still not due

Warning: nsfw, smut.

Being pregnant produces mixed feeling on me, it makes me happy and excited of meeting the little bean growing inside me also makes me want to kill my husband for ever getting me knocked up and making me suffer the horrible pains I feel every hour, and the amount of times I have thrown up after eating the most delicious but most horrible combinations of food I’ve ever tried but that’s life. This mixed feeling should be done any minute now and hopefully tomorrow when I go see my doctor he will tell me I can finally have my bean and live a joyous life with my two sunshines.

I walked through the hospital’s white corridors, smiling like a fool. Happy on the other hand was not smiling at all but that was just the usual you got from him but I knew deep down he was living up for his name and was as excited and nervous as I am of meeting our baby. We arrived at the door’s office and he did the routine check up before looking at me with a not so good kind of look.

“What’s going on?” I said rapidly, Happy gripped my hand and let the baby bag drop to the floor by accident.

“I’m sorry Mrs. Lowman but the baby is still not due” he said and I looked at him trying to find the hint of a joke on his voice.

“What do you mean?” said Happy in a low voice “She’s 9 months pregnant, she should be ready to give birth any minute” he said and the doctor looked apologetic at us, and I just sighed trying to get up, something Happy catch up to quickly and helped me.

A couple days went by and I was still complaining of the pain I was feeling on my lower back specially, I was doing the bed when a strong kick made me yelp in pain. Two seconds later Happy was running through the door asking if I’m ok.

“I’m good, I was just making the bed” I said and Happy narrowed his eyes to me.

“I told you not to do that, woman” he growled and I growled back.

“My back hurts so bad I just wanted to do some work to see if it stops” I said whining a little and he approached me slowly, putting his rough hands against my back. He pushed me slowly so I could sit on the bed and he started massaging my back which made me whimper a little bit. It felt good and I was enjoying it.

“You know baby girl, I was reading” he said and I couldn’t stop the small laugh leaving my lips “For real, I was reading of ways to make the baby come faster and…” he said removing the hair from my neck and kissing it with slowly before turning up to my jawline, at that point my eyes were already on the back of my head and my breathing was heavier, this time not only for the baby crushing my inside “sex helps”

He took my shirt off in one swift movement, and I looked down at my body the huge bump was covered in little stretch marks and the bra I was wearing was far from sexy so I moved away from him. Happy looked at me with soft eyes and approached me once again.

“You’re beautiful, baby girl” he said kissing me once again, I tried to get as close as I could to him and kissed him roughly making him laugh “There’s my old lady” he said and not long after that all our clothes were gone. He licked his lips looking at me and kissed me roughly once again, he grunted while coming back to biting my neck and collar bone and slowly made his way down kissing over my stomach and paying a little more attention to my lower region, making me moan with every wet kiss he leaves all over my body.

“Hap, please” I mumbled “Please, babe”  With one hand he put me up to bring me closer to him and started thrusting, his rough hands touching all over my soft skin, pulling me as close as possible to him. He left nothing untouched, making sure I felt the love and care irradiating from his body with every thrust, every kiss.

He growled on my ear while increasing the pace “Oh god, I love you” I whispered on his ear, his hands reaching up to my face to kiss me once again and thrusting deeper.

“Oh fuck” he said before coming inside of me, and not long after that I did as well. “Let’s see if this kid finally decides to come out” he said and I punched him in the arm “Calm down, woman. I might like it rough in bed but I’m all about the loving outside of it”

“Oh stop shit talking” I said grinning “I think it didn’t work” I said smirking at him “What about a round too?” I whispered and he immediately got on top again.

“Your wish is my command, lady” he said before start kissing my neck once again and taking me to heaven and beyond over again.

I’m really sorry if it doesn’t fulfill your expectations, I’m not very good with smut haha but I still hope you like it.

Am I the only one obsessed with how the ML Staff took time to animate Chat Noir’s breathing? I mean, they could’ve thought, “Oyeah, everyone’s focusing on Marinette in this scene, even Chat Noir himself, so let’s just have HER move, and maybe throw in a few blinks for Chat Noir and call it a day.“


Okay, so they actually do make people breathe all the time, but I think I especially noticed it in this scene because you can see his whole torso for more than one second, and the breathing looks so natural and UGH I just love the attention to detail.

OK, we have have have to talk about Hook’s smile here. I mean look at it:

This is right after they enter the room, before they know about Belle giving up her baby.

Look how happy he is for his friend. And how excited he is about meeting the baby. 

I just can’t deal with this. And just to think that this is the second child of the man he despises the most that he loves and adore. 

This man is too rare <3


“What do you mean you don’t drink coffee?” Dean looked at you as he sipped from his steaming mug.

You just shrugged, pouring yourself a glass of orange juice. Dean set his mug down and held his hands out.

“It’s simple. Sam drinks coffee, I drink coffee, you drink coffee.” He motioned with his hands, waving them subtly as he spoke.

“I don’t, Dean. Maybe you’re thinking of your other girlfriend.” You smirked as you sat down next to him, across from Sam.

Sam chuckled.

“I can barely handle one of you. What would ever make me want a second one?” Dean’s smile couldn’t be contained, as hard as he tried.

“Very funny, Dean. We’ll see how hard you’re laughing when you wake up tomorrow and your precious coffee isn’t brewed.” You chewed on a piece of toast and raised your eyebrows at him.

“No, no, baby please. I didn’t mean it. I love you!” He was begging, and it was hilarious.

You and Sam fell into a fit of laughter at the sight of Dean Winchester, the mighty hunter, groveling at your feet over some shitty gas station coffee.

“Oh, stop. It’s not like you wouldn’t find another way to wake up. Probably beer.” You shrugged knowingly.

“Right, because Dean Winchester doesn’t do water.” Sam grinned.

“What is going on?! You two are teaming up against me?” Dean pressed his palms to the table and attempted to stand up, but the chair came up with him.

Sam’s head fell back as he cackled, and your head fell forward onto your hands while you gasped in breaths.

“Son of a bitch! It’s on, you two.” He huffed and walked out of the room grumbling, his butt still glued to the chair.

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  It’s More Than A Crush

She came down the stairs of the bunker with ease and averseness. Her steps were light, almost too light for the way she walked. She had a date tonight, a guy that had seen her in the grocery store, and at the bar down the block. He had seen her a few times. She was on a supply run a few days ago when she came back with his number in her phone and a date set up for tonight. Y/N was a smart girl, a badass at that. And no matter how much he didn’t want her going out with the oversized dweeb with hair longer than Sam’s, it wasn’t his decision to make. 

  The loud click of her heels hitting the concrete floor filled his ears. The sight of her filled his peripheral vision. He looked up from the book he obviously wasn’t reading. She was still wearing that gorgeous baby blue sundress that he didn’t know she owned, this time, she had a leather jacket wrapped around her. Her hair was a little bit of a mess, and her makeup was smudged, but certainly not from tears; not unless she had hidden them. 

  She carefully made her way to the chair across from me. She was nervous, sure that he was still angry with her for going out but boy was she wrong. The anger was concern. He had no reason to be concerned, Y/N could hold her own. But it didn’t mean that he didn’t care deeply for her. 

  “Hey,” he said softly, his eyes locked on her face. She looked up at him for the first time, her eyes meeting his. She smiled weakly before kicking off her heels. “How was your date with Brad?”

  “You mean the date where he was supposed to take me to dinner but instead tried feeling me up in the car before we even left?” she revealed. Before Dean could get another word in, she continued, “Why do I always agree to date the creeps and the weirdos. Just once, why can’t a nice guy ask me on a date. One that won’t try to cop a feel the second I sit in his car. For once! Just once! Is that too much to ask?”

  He was staring at her, completely dumbfounded by the words that escaped passed her lips. The first thought that came to his mind was that he would love to take her out and treat her exactly the way a beautiful woman like Y/N should be treated. She would never question what it would be like to be with a guy who saw his entire world in her. Y/N deserved a hell of a lot more than Dean could give her. 

  “Hey- Y/N your back from your date early,” Sam broke them both from their thoughts. She nodded her head. “I found us a hunt. Crossroad demon just outside of Orlando Florida, he’s making deals and cashing them in a week later. What do you say? Wanna take out Mickey Mouse?”

  Dean can’t take his eyes off of Y/N. She was looking up at Sam, her mind reeling over Sam’s words. He knew that she always wanted to see Orlando Florida.

  “I’m in,” she smiled, glancing back at Dean. Dean took his eyes off of her. Sam looked at him, and he nodded agreeing to the hunt. Sam stated he was going to go pack and that they should get on the road as early as possible, leaving them alone once more.

  “We’ll I better go pack,” she started.

  “Y/N, wait,” he said, before he could even think about what was coming out of his mouth. He was nervous, but he couldn’t watch her go out with yet another douchebag guy who would try and touch her the wrong way. There was no way he could stomach that again. She sat back down in the chair, her eyes meeting his. “You know, after we finish the case, do you think maybe you’d let me take you out to dinner?”

  “Like-like a date?” she stuttered, pushing her hair behind her ear. 

  “Yeah, I mean if you want it to be. I don’t want to force you into-”

  “Yes, Dean. Yes. I would love to go out to dinner with you.”

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Kissing under mistletoe
Harry styles imagine
Where y/n meets harry at a Christmas party
“No Noel, I’m not coming, there will be tons of celebrities there and I’m what? Just a college student who working two shifts to pay her apartment payments” I change channels looking for a good tv show
“So what? You’ll go with me and maybe meet a celebrity ” she’s insisting on me follow her to that Christmas party, Noel is my friend but we can’t close our eyes on the truth that she’s a spoiled little girl with a wealthy family whose invited to a Christmas party and not a normal party.
“Please y/n , I don’t want to be alone out there, what you gonna lose anyway?” She’s right, what I’m gonna lose? So I smiled at her “just this one time” she jumps up and down “you’re the best, c'mon, I brought you a dress” she runs to my bedroom. I just sigh.

After two hours getting ready now we’re out side of two large golden door. Lots of paparazzi with big cameras are waiting there for a celebrity. what are you saying y/n, of course they’re not waiting for you obviously, I roll my eyes at myself, I don’t know but sometimes I wish I have a good voice, maybe become a singer and have better life. But If I was lucky enough at least I could’ve been born in a wealthier family. Then I could’ve had a better life not working my ass to pay for my college and that small apartment.

We walked in hall, exactly opposite of what I thought here is so bright and decorated with cheeky Christmas trees and stuff like that. everyone are dressing casually, like us?!
My dress is a long golden dress that’s tight around my waist, it’s not too long neither too short
“Oh god here is so hot” Noel said , I looked around the room knowing some of the singers and actors but not really interested. They’re just human like us and they’re so selfish as well because of what they’re doing. I hate those people who don’t know what’s life, while they’re enjoying their time . The only time they’ll get the idea of our lives is when they play a role in movies as poor people.
“Down to earth"Noel shakes her hand in front of my face “what?” I totally get lost in my thoughts “I said do you want a drink? And I said it three times ” she rolled her eyes “sorry I was deep in thoughts” she takes my hand “so there’s a reason to get loose tonight” she pulled me toward bar “no Noel I’m not drinking” I don’t like drinking “yes you do because I’m saying, it’s Christmas y/n don’t be so tight , have little fun” I sigh. There’s no chance in protesting, she gonna do what she wants and makes me do too.
“Two shots please” she told bartender as he eyes her and she shoot the best and sexiest smile ever to his way. Typical Noel.

I look around the hall again. In the corner of room there’s a group of people hanging around and drinking champagne but the only thing that gets my attention is a man sitting in center of group looking at them as they talking, his eyes are the best green I’ve ever seen. His eyes gets crinkles as he laughs, his long curly brown hair is floating in air and he pulled it back time to time, he’s wearing a red sweater that fits him perfectly. I wonder who is he

“He’s styles, harry styles, do you ever heard of one direction?” Noel said like she reads my mind. I shake my head without breaking my stare at him “the biggest boy band, I wonder why you don’t know them” she mocked me. I barely listen to music, hardly have time for myself in a day and then I’m too tired to even keep my eyes open let alone do something else.

His eyes fell on mine in distance, I turned around blushing, I don’t know why I’m blushing this hard because he cough me staring, Noel stands up “c'mon let’s dance” I shake my head as no, I’m not a good dancer if you could count swaying your feets back and forth a dance. And Noel knows this better “ok then I’m on dance floor if you needed me” she said and I nod at her, “there’s some hot guy if you’re interested” she whimpers before leaving.

I’m playing with drink in my hand thinking about tomorrow ,I have a day off and I don’t know what to do with it, I mean I don’t have anything special to do anyway. Maybe just watching tv and stuff.
I look at the curly boy again, but I can’t see him, I turned in my seat to get a better look of where the group is but no he’s no where to be seen. I don’t know why I’m so disappointed
“Are you looking for someone?” A husky voice makes me jump, I clutch my chest where my heart is , turning around greeting with a pair of green green eyes.

He smirked “sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you” I shake my head “it’s ok” he smiled as his dimples fall out. I stare at him hypnotized by his beauty. There’s a song I heard in taxi the other day, those days I was so depressed, moving out of my childhood house not by my choice, was the hardest thing ever , and that song makes my heart ache. I don’t know is it the reason or the song was awesome because I can remember the lyrics so damn well “green eyes” , his eyes are just like that song “green eyes”.

“I’m harry, by the way” he take his hand out, I take his in mine “y/n” I said out of breath, because of him I forgot how to breathe. Why someone could have this effect on me?

“Beautiful name” he said with his thick British accent “thank you” I don’t know what to say anymore. I want to stare at him till morning but I take my hand out and stare at my untouched drink playing with straw. “You don’t drink?” I shake my head at his question “well that’s interesting ” I look at him, he’s still smiling at me. I wonder why he’s interested in me. I mean I’m not a beautiful girl, even far from it, I’m slender but that’s not because I’m working out or something. He may only wants to get in my pants. I’m not bad for a shag.
I sigh “you know I’m not one of those girls” I suddenly state, don’t know why ,maybe I’m betrayed by my own thoughts. He look at me confused “which girls?” He asked his eyes don’t leave mine a second “I’m not those one night stand girls. I mean I’m not even into sleeping with any strangers so if you want to just …” he cuts me “wait wait, who said I want to sleep with you” he has a funny look on his face “so why you’re talking with me?” He laughs “why shouldn’t I?” I shrugged, I’m just overthinking everything “sorry” he patted my back “it’s ok”
I stare at my drink while his hand is resting on my back “I didn’t see you around , what you doing?” He asked , I don’t know should I tell him truth or let him think highly of me , I’m not gonna see him after tonight so why lying , even if he want to judge me I will not lose anything “I’m a waiter at restaurants and working at a bookstore as well, actually I’m here with my friend” I point to my back where Noel left.

He didn’t change the way he’s looking at me and make me wonder what he’s thinking right now “that’s fantastic, I was working at a bakery as well, it was the best. I’m smiling whenever I’m thinking about those times so I can say that was one of my favorite works” I look at him confused “were you? I thought Noel said you’re a singer” this time I look at him funny, he laughs and god his laugh and the way his lips move , he’s a masterpiece “well I didn’t born a singer love” oh.

“Sorry” I said, I’m just a fool. “Don’t be ” he moves his hand up and down my back “so tell me about yourself ” he said ordering a drink for himself, I think a moment “nothing special about me ” “sure there should be, let’s start with your favorite color ” I think a moment, “I know it’s strange but I’m really into grey ” “your favorite food?” He asked again? I don’t know why he’s asking but there’s no harm in answering him, there’s not lots of people who wants to know me “I have a special passion for pasta” he smiled “see there’s lots of special things about you” I stare at him as he locked his eyes on me , he leaned closer and I find myself leaning closer. I know it’s wrong but I don’t know why ? He takes my hand “come with me” he suddenly pulls away and holds my hand pulling me somewhere, “where we’re going?” He didn’t answer just makes me follow him. His grip on my wrist is so soft and gentle and strangely I’m not worry about where he’s taking me , he suddenly stopped, I almost hit his back , he turned back facing me smiling, I smile back , he motioned up and when I looked up I saw lots of mistletoes , I look at his wild eyes that are lock on my lips “it’s cheeky but let’s kiss under mistletoe” I smirk and feel his lips crush on mine passionately and softly, I can feel fireworks in my belly or what? Butterflies? I wonder why.

He hold my face in his hand and I run my hand in his hair, he pulls me closer as we kiss , finally he pulled away , “well y/n , can I take you to a really good Italian restaurant that I know tomorrow?” He asked as his finger running on my cheek “I don’t know, only if you guarantees they have good pastas ” he hold my waist tighter “I don’t know about pastas but I’ll make sure they hang some mistletoe on our table” he eyes me carefully waiting for my answer, I nod my head as his lips moved up again “good” “good” his lips crashed on mine again this is the only and the best Christmas party I ever attended. Or better say the best Christmas I ever had.

A/n: hope you enjoyed, send me your requests. Xx

#7. Little Black Dress (Kevin x Reader)

It didn’t happen as often as you liked, but tonight was one of those nights — the kind where the outfit was perfect, your hair was behaving, and by the goodwill of the universe, you had even managed to draw on perfect winged eyeliner. Not to mention, the right little black dress could transform any lady into a goddess.

“Kevin’s not gonna know what to do with you,” Dean called into your room at the Bunker. He and Sam were poised in the doorway, wearing matching grins.

“You think?” Your confidence was taking twists and turns as fast as any rollercoaster. First-date jitters.

“If he doesn’t like what he sees, I’ll be happy to take you out,” Sam said. Even the younger Winchester, ever the gentleman, couldn’t resist giving you an open once over. You caught his eyes roaming and grinned.

“All right! I’m ready. He’s here, right? Let me get out there before I lose my nerve.”

Dean and Sam followed you to the main hall. For all appearances, they were protective big brothers, but you were pretty sure they just wanted to see Kevin’s reaction to your date-night transformation. After all, for you, “dressing up” typically meant cherry chapstick and a clean flannel shirt. 

“Hi! Sorry to keep you waiting!” you called. Kevin turned from where he had been sitting at the table, idly eyeing some of Sam’s research, and…


He just kinda froze.

“…Kevin?” You fingers played nervously with the clutch purse you had in hand. Suddenly, this entire date seemed like a terrible idea.

From behind, Sam snorted. A second later, and you felt Dean’s coat falling on your shoulders.

You looked to him questioningly and he grinned.

“Can’t just shock a guy like that, sweetheart. See? He’s already coming to.”

Looking back, you saw that Kevin had risen from his chair to join you. He still had that bewildered haze to his face, but a smile had him practically glowing.

“You look… I mean…” Kevin blushed, tongue-tied.

Dean clapped you both on the shoulders and started leading you to the door.

“You kids have fun. Kevin, be good to her. You know Sammy and I’ve got a dungeon waiting if you’re not a gentleman.”

Kevin, who couldn’t take his eyes off of you, nodded mutely, his smile still in place. He had hardly heard a word Dean said.