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REQUEST: Can you do an imagine of Kai Parker from tvd please? Open free to your imagination :) bc I like sm your stories! Thank you :)

Kai Parker was a bad guy.

He was a monster and a killer.

Kai didn’t care about anyone or anything.

Those are the things that everyone told you.

People noticed the way that your eyes would light up when someone would say his name. They would see the blush creep up on your cheeks whenever he would appear.

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The X-Files MSR Analysis Series: Season 1 Episode 6


Previous episode analysis - 1x05 Jersey Devil.

In the world of the X-Files and the MSR, some episodes are greater than others.  This episode shows that when the story focuses on the case at hand, what shines through on the MSR front, is how well these two work together.  

Not just in how their diametrically opposed viewpoints compliment one another, but in how they excite one another.  They get each other’s minds working; bouncing ideas off each other; seeking each others approval - often peppered with good humour.  

Simply, they enjoy it.  And we enjoy watching them enjoy it.  

Yes I do, Gibson.  Yes I do.

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Birthday Blues

summary: its the reader’s birthday but shes the only one who seems to care until Kai finds out, and makes everything better

word count: 2542

Kai Parker x Reader

Y/b/d, the worst year out of the year. The one day you felt so alone, so helpless, so useless. It was a yearly reminder that no one cared about you, or at least that’s how you felt. You ignored it for the last few years and so did everyone else. No one bought you a cake or a card or even said so much as “happy birthday.”

But this year? Maybe this year would be different. You wanted to start living. Life seemed to go by so quickly now. It seemed as just yesterday that you had arrived in mystic falls with the Salvatore brothers.

You weren’t really sure what people even did for birthdays now seeing as it was so long since you really had one. All you could think of was cake and balloons as you thought of a better time. You picked up a store bought cake and blew up a few latex balloons, sitting alone at the dining room table in the Salvatore boarding house.

As you bit into the frozen cake, the bitter icing made you wince. It was anything but delicious but it made things feel somewhat normal. You toss the fork back on the table, an idea immediately sparking inside of you. Candles.

You searched the kitchen but there was nothing. Why would Stefan and Damon have candles anyways? You kept digging and finally found a chunky white candle with red lining reading the number 17 that Damon had bought as a gag joke for Stefan years ago. You had no idea why either one of them had kept it, but it was something at least.

You slump back into the seat, lighting the candle. The flames flickered too long as you waited to think of the right thing to wish for, making the candle wax drip into the cake’s creases. There was only one thing you really wanted, and you knew you wanted nothing more but for it to come true.

I wish for a real birthday. I wish my friends would celebrate with me, so I wouldn’t be alone on such a special day.

You blow out the candle, hoping for anything to slightly change. But the only thing that did was the two balloons popping at random, leaving you with nothing but the waxy cake. You take another bite, wanting nothing more than to have a real birthday.

“Y/n? You home?” Kai calls out. You hear the door shut and know that either way if you answer him or not, he’s still going to check the whole house for you. You quickly toss the candle under a napkin, hoping he wouldn’t notice.

Kai always wanted someone to hang out with, and it was always you. There was something about you that he really loved and there was something about him that made you feel safe and content. He finds you in the kitchen sulking and takes a seat next to you, eyeing the cake instead of you.

“Hey.” He says, dipping his finger in the icing.

“Hey.” You reply, shooting him a small smile. Your smile grows across your face even wider when you see the look on his face after he eats the icing.

He laughs when he notices your little giggle. Kai loved when your smile lit up the whole room, making everything feel like seeing fireworks for the first time.

“What are you doing?” He laughs. “Eating a crap cake and-” he leans back, looking at the floor. Little shriveled up bits of colored latex scarred across the hardwood. The 17 candle under the napkin. The cake. It wasn’t until kai had put together the pieces and taken the napkin to spit out the remaining icing that he finally got it.

“Is it your-”

“No.” You cut him off too quickly, immediately regretting it. You knew he wasn’t stupid. Anyone could put together the pieces even if they didn’t know you.

Kai raises an eyebrow at you. He didn’t believe you at all, even though the two of you were close. You were close enough to know almost everything about one another like Kai’s favourite books and memories, but not close enough that you shared the deep things. At least he did, but you tended to lock away the things you truly hated, just like today.

“I’m celebrating.” You insist. “Stefan and Damon have been arguing all week and they finally made up.” That was the lie you always told to use as an excuse for just about anything and everything. You wondered if you had already told kai the lie before, but calmed down when his expression didn’t change.

“If you’re celebrating then where is everyone?” He asked, narrowing his eyes. He knew something was up, but he couldn’t place his finger on it.

You shrug. “Out and about I guess. When am I ever not home alone.”

“Well you’re not alone now, are you?” Kai smirks, taking your hand. “I’m bored. Come to the grill with me?”


That afternoon had been a blast, lounging around the grill all day. Kai was generous enough to pay and matt was nice enough to let the both of you stay for a couple of hours to play pool and chat. The best part was seeing Kai’s face when he thought he was beating you, but little did he know he was only helping you win.

“Yes!” You cheer. “You owe me.”

“Owe you what? You cheated.” Kai scoffs, playfully as the two of you take a seat at the bar.

“Did not.” You reply.

“Did too!” Kai argues.

“Hey, no children sitting at the bar.” Matt jokes. “We’re closing up anyways.”

“You still owe me.” You sing song, grabbing your jacket.

“Fine. My dear lady I shall walk you home.” Kai says, sarcasm lingering in his voice.

“Good.” You smile, making kai your mirror image. He links arms with you as you walk out of the grill, leaving matt to buss the remaining tables.

“Hey y/n!” Matt calls out before you can leave.


You shoot him a look, your eyes wide. He narrows his eyes at you, unsure of what you mean.

“Have a good night.” He finishes.


“That was weird.” Kai says, his arm still linked with yours. The town square was empty seeing as it was already past eleven thirty. Mystic falls felt so calm this time of night and you couldn’t wish for anything better. The cool air made goosebumps rise on your skin but with Kai being by your side you didn’t mind.

“What was weird?” You ask, pretending you didn’t know. All you wanted was for kai not to know about your birthday even though you wanted your friends to be there with you. The only friend you had seen all day was matt. Who knew where everyone else was. It was getting harder and harder not to tell Kai though. It felt like every passing second was another second he caught on.

“Matt.” He replies.

“Well,” you pause. “Matt can be weird sometimes.”

Kai didn’t answer you. You let the silence fill the rest of the walk home, neither one of you saying a word to the other about anything. He drops you off at the doorstep of the salvatore boarding house, not bothering to come in.

“You aren’t coming in?” You ask.

“No. It’s-it’s late.” Kai excuses himself. “I’m just going to go home.” Kai leaves without saying goodnight or goodbye, trailing off into the night. He claimed matt was being weird but yet he wasn’t?

You creep inside to find Damon and Stefan sitting on the couch, the fireplace light illuminating the living room. It was the first time you had seen them all day. Months ago you would spend everyday together but now you rarely seen them since Stefan had Caroline and Damon had elena.

You head upstairs, thankful that the day was finally over. Kai had made the day better though, and you were thankful to have him.

“Happy birthday, y/n.” Stefan wishes you. What he said caught you by surprise. You turn around and smile at him. You didn’t even think that either one of them had remembered.

“Sorry we weren’t there for you.” He finishes.

“It’s fine.” You head back up to your room, collapsing onto the bed from being so tired. 12:00 in bright red numbers flashed across the alarm clock. A brand new day. You didn’t have to worry about all this birthday business for a whole other 364 days. You wondered if Stefan and Damon actually did forget and that the only thing that jogged their memory was the cake left out and balloon bits on the ground. But none of that mattered anymore; Not until next year.


It was only about seven in the morning when Kai stormed in the grill to find matt setting up for the day.

“Hey, dude,” matt puts his hands on Kai’s chest, literally pushing him out. “You can’t be in here. We don’t open up for another half an hour.”

“You’re telling me what I can’t do?” Kai scoffs.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Matt asks.

“Me and y/n we’re here for practically the whole day yesterday, and you didn’t say one word to her about her birthday?”

“I said-”

“Well it wasn’t enough. And I had to find out from eavesdropping on Stefan and Damon when I dropped her off last night? What the hell is wrong with you people?” Kai was absolutely furious. You deserved so much more than how your so called friends treated you. Kai knew the reason you were so upset yesterday was because your friends brainwashed you into thinking nothing about yourself.

“Listen, i’m sorry. But there’s nothing I can do now-”

“Yeah. Exactly.” Kai pushes matt so hard he falls into one of the tables, leaving matt absolutely shocked. He had no idea someone cared so much about you, especially since kai and you had just met.


Kai’s next stop was the Salvatore boarding house, hoping to find you and make things up to you. Really, all he wanted was to know why you wouldn’t tell him but he had already found that out. Why would anyone want to celebrate their birthday alone, feeling like completely trash? Kai was the only one who understood, seeing as that was how his birthdays always went as a child. His father constantly calling him an abomination couldn’t rest for one day out of the year. He never got to have cupcakes or gifts, and apparently neither did you. He was going to make things right. Give you the birthday that neither one of you ever got to have.

Kai takes the spare key from under the flower pot next to the door. Besides Damon and Stefan, he was the only other one who knew that it was there. You told him the moment you met because something about Kai made you feel safe.

“Hey, jackass. Get the hell out.” Damon barks. “How’d you even get in anyways?”

Kai holds up the spare key. “Helllooo?” He drawls out. “I’m y/n’s best friend. She literally told me where you keep the spare key the minute we met.”

“Of course she did.” Damon says, rolling his eyes.

“Anyways, where is she?” Kai asks.

Damon shrugs. “Did you check the grill? She’s always up at the crack of dawn with matt.”

“So she’s not home?” Kai asks, raising an eyebrow.


“Good.” Kai says, taking a step closer to Damon. “That means that I can do this. Motus.” Kai sends Damon flying across the room, slamming into the wall. Stefan comes running in to help Damon, but he only ends up crashing into the kitchen table.

“What was that for?” Damon groans.

“What was that for?” Kai says, mockingly. “That’s for treating y/n like a piece of trash. I don’t know what’s keeping her in this town but it certainly isn’t the two of you.”

Damon shoots a confused look at Stefan, wondering if he understood what kai was furious about this time.

“Her birthday.” Stefan mutters. “He found out about her birthday.”

“Yeah you bet I found out. And it had to be by listening in on the two of you asses after I brought her home last night.”

“Well she’s not here. So why don’t you go find her and-”

“Phasmatos incendia.” Kai says. Red and orange flames locked up the sides of stefan’s arms, making him gasp. Damon runs over patting a blanket over him, trying to get the flames to go down.

Kai leaves without another word. His work was done, leaving the idiotic Salvatore brothers too busy with their own problems, and you to be thought about. Maybe this would teach them not to treat you so poorly.


“Y/n!” Kai calls out as soon as he sees you heading for the grill.

You turn around to see him standing up by one of the park benches. He held helium balloons in one hand and a gift bag in the other.

“Happy belated birthday, bitch.” He smiles.

You run over to him, giving him the biggest hug possible. He made you feel so warm inside, so perfect. His laugh made you smile even more. Kai was content that he made you so happy with just some dollar store balloons and something he had picked up for you.

“Here. This is for you.” He says, handing you the gift bag.

You tear out the tissue paper as kai holds onto the balloons, a huge smile plastered on his face.

“Like you said yesterday; I owe you.”

You couldn’t believe he had done all this for you. The fact that he had found out about you lying about yesterday didn’t seem to bother him. You were so happy that he was here with you, and that was enough.

You rustle around the bottom of the bag, flipping it upside down, letting the remaining tissue paper fall to the ground.

“There’s nothing in-”

Kai cuts you off as he cups your face and lets go of the balloons, sending them into the sky. The kiss was short and sweet, but so passionate and full. Butterflies danced in your stomach, never wanting the moment to end.

“Happy birthday, y/n.”


C’mon In

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Title: C’mon In

Pairing: Pride x Reader

Word Count: 1,116

Warnings: talk of abuse, angst, fluff, hurt/comfort

A/N: I know it’s late, but I was easily convinced to post this tonight. I hope you all enjoy this! Feedback is welcomed and appreciated! I love you all so much! <3

This was requested by anon: I’d like to request a Pride imagine of the reader going to Pride after their ex beat them and Pride cleaning the reader up and comforting them.

It was late at night and Pride was walking through the squad room.  He stopped to look at your desk.  You had been on edge lately and he was worried about you.  Earlier in the day, you had jumped at his touch.  It broke Pride’s heart.  As much as he wanted to know what was going on, he didn’t want to pry.

“Pride,” you squeaked, standing in the entrance to the office.  You were holding your arms, your keys in your hands.  “I need your help…”

When the agent peered over at you, his eyes grew wide.  You were covered in cuts and bruises.  Your nose and lip were bloody and there was a cut on your forehead.  It didn’t look too deep, fortunately for you.

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Pairings: Dean x Reader + (kind of) Chuck Bass
Words: 1,897
Part: 2/?
Warnings: Some swearing but I think that’s it.
Summary: It’s Deans second day in the Upper East Side and needs a friendly face to show him around town and maybe even escort him to dinner.
A/N: This is such a late update to this series, I’ve been super busy lately and had a bunch of writers block so I apologize to anyone who has been waiting for the second part, but here it is! This one is mostly dialogue, I’ve already started the 3rd part and I’m super excited for you to read that one as well. Feedback is always much appreciated. Enjoy!
Tags: @nachoaveragejoe


You sat beside Dean in his father’s Impala watching the twinkling stars above. Dean’s hand was wrapped around yours, his thumb stroked circles on your delicate knuckles. He had something on his mind, you knew by his inability to look at you. “Y/N?” is voice creaks in a meek whisper.

“Dean?” you lock eyes with his own. Dean was never a boy to get nervous, not ever. His hand shook as he pulled away from your touch and reached for his pocket.

“I’d like to give you something,” he pulled out a tiny, silver band; the ring glistens in the moonlight. “I know it’s not the prettiest thing in the world, but that ring will come later,” he paused trying to gather his thoughts, “Y/N, I love you. You’re my first love and I want you to be my last, my forever and always.” it was a rare occasion that Dean would open up to you, usually he never spoke about his feelings. Of course, you always knew how he felt towards you, he didn’t need to say them aloud for you to know that he was madly in love with you. “Y/N, I promise that one day, I’ll give you the life you deserve. We’ll get out of this crap town and never look back. You’ll finish college and all of your dreams will come true,” He paused while slipping the ring onto your middle finger. “Any dream of mine will always be true as long as you’re by my side. I love you, I promise that I always will.” His shaking hands bring your fingers to his lips, he presses a single kiss to your ring finger and you knew that it was his promise to marry you someday.

It’s been five years since that night in John’s car, you’ve never had the heart to throw it out. You stand peering into your sock drawer at the box, you tried to gather your things for the flight and for your vacation but procrastination was getting the best of you. You pluck random garments off hangers and fold them neatly into your suitcase. You don’t want to take much, living on the Upper East Side has spoiled you with expensive clothes you didn’t need. You forgot long ago what it felt like to dress in simple jeans and a hoodie.

From across the room your phone buzzes. Dean’s name flashes on the screen in bright letters, unconsciously your lips curl into a smile at just the thought of him. “Hello?” your body sinks into your shared bed to listen to the man on the phone.

“Hey, change in plans,” New York streets come alive behind Dean’s voice, you can tell by the shortness in his breath he’s walking through the city. “I have to stay in New York a little longer to finish my case, it doesn’t look like we’ll make it to Lawrence after all.” a knot drops in your stomach, you slowly rise and peer into the city around your apartment.

“Oh, that’s okay,” you force a chuckle, “Guess it was pretty crazy to plan a vacation with someone I haven’t seen in years anyway.” Dean laughs at your comment.

“Yeah, probably. It’s only for the next three days, I’m sure New York is more exciting than Kansas ever will be,” laughter fills the silence between you, “I’ll need a tour guide to show me where the hell I am, interested?”

“Sure,” you catch yourself smiling.

When you reach the lobby, Dean is already waiting for your arrival.“I see you haven’t grown out of your plaid.” You eye the handsome man dressed in an old flannel.

“What can I say?” you flash him a smile before leading him out of your apartment building and into the city. The two of you roam through the streets, deep in conversation. You pass snobby strangers, businessmen in freshly ironed suits, and flirty teenagers during your stroll.

The wide diversity of people is what drawn you into New York in the first place. You weren’t one to need extravagant clothing or a luxury home– somehow that managed to fall into your lap. All you needed was inspiration. You studied the people you came across, homes, locations, all in the efforts to enhance your writing. New York gave you just that, it’s no wonder why you climbed to the top of your career so quickly.

“Care to join me for dinner?” you propose stopping in front of a restaurant, your feet aching for a rest from all the walking they’ve endured throughout the day.

“I couldn’t turn down that offer” his arm extends towards you to take just before you make your way into the dimly lit building. A young waitress seats the two of you to a secluded table in the back.

“I’ll be right with you,” she purrs at Dean completely ignoring your presence. Dean pays her no attention, he pulls your seat out for you and gently pushes you towards the table.

“You’ve kept your mannerisms. Brownie points for you,” you giggle as he takes his seat across from you.

“Only for you, you’re the only woman worth impressing.” Dean grins opening his menu, “I have an idea.”

“Oh? What might this idea be?” you cock your eyebrow to the man across from you.

“We’ll order for each other, I’ll find something I think you’ll like and you’ll do the same for me. Deal?” Dean smirks towards you.

“I’m intrigued, you’re on Mr. Winchester.” moments after the waitress returns, ready to take your order.

“What can I get for you, handsome?” she bites her lip looking over Dean as he reads her the order.

“I’d like to have the pasta special of the day, with white sauce, and a water to drink. Thanks.” he closes and hands the menu to the blonde beside without a glance in her direction. Her eyes flair at the lack of attention she receives from him.

“And you?” her eyes don’t leave Dean as you hand her the menu.

“I’d like the House Burger, cooked medium, side of seasoned fries, and a beer in a frosted mug.” you don’t even thank her, the way she eyes Dean causes jealousy to flourish inside you. She scribbles down your orders and hurries away. “Looks like you have an admirer.” You grumble, eyeing the woman as she walks to tend another table.

“I knew you’ve been flirting with me all day,” you playfully roll your eyes at his comment, “You got my order perfect, how’d you remember after all these years?” Dean asks, his fingers intertwine together on the table.

“You’re pretty hard to forget.” your voice is soft, anyone in the room could tell that there was still something between Dean and yourself, even if you’re not quite sure what that ‘something’ is anymore.

“So are you,” he admits, his eyes fall from yours unaware of where to look. Dean quickly clears his throat and tries to change the subject.

“Alrighty, here’s your water, sugar.” you didn’t know it was even possible for someone to set down a glass of water sexually, but right before your eyes, this woman proves you wrong. You scuff at her efforts to gain his attention. “And your beer.” She slides the mug toward you, “Anything else I could get you, dear?”

“No,” Dean says sternly, picking up on her purposeful acts, she lingers around your table a little longer before turning away in defeat. He offers a warm smile avoiding the topic of the amorous server. When she returns again, it’s to deliver steaming plates of food. You twirl your fork in the pasta and shovel a mouthful into your mouth, instantly you’re overwhelmed by impeccable flavors.

“I must say, you did an amazing job choosing my order.” you meet eyes with Dean who already has his mouth full of fries, “I’m guessing I did a pretty good job myself.” you smile as he gives you an enthusiastic nod.

Throughout the meal, the waitress checks on your table way more than necessary, whether it was to refill Dean’s beer, clear a single plate, or just to ask how the food is. You try your hardest to ignore her and to just focus on your night with Dean, you weren’t sure how many nights with him you have left.

“How is everything?” her question is directed towards Dean.

“Delicious,” he says through a mouthful of his burger.

“May I get you anything else?” she smiles.

“Some privacy would be lovely, thanks for asking.” you snap. Her eyes travel to you for the first time all night.

“Excuse me? Who do you think you are?” her face is appalled at your request.

“I know exactly who I am. I’m Y/N Y/L/N, a well-respected author that’s been mentioned in The New York Times Book Review more than once,” her face falls as you continue your speech, “Not to mention I’m Chuck Bass’ fiance.” all color drains from her face as she takes in the words you just spat.

“The Chuck Bass?” her mouth gapes at her sudden realization.

“The Chuck Bass, now if you excuse us,” you gesture towards Dean, “Privacy would be much appreciated until we ask for the bill.” you seethe through a clenched jaw, she scurries away without another word.

“Your fiance is Charles Bass? As in Bart Bass’ son?” he asks, his face full of concern.

“Yes, why?” You ask taking a sip of your water to cool down.

“My dad did some business with him this past year…” he trails off looking over you, “Small world.” he mumbles, “I didn’t know you became such a badass.” he chuckles completely changing the subject.

“What can I say?” you shrug with a smile.

You stroll the busy streets side by side yet again after your eventful dinner. The two of you walk closer than before, your hands brushing against each other’s every now and then, it took all of your power to resist the urge to hold his hand. “I wanted to say something back at the restaurant, it just didn’t seem like a good time for you,” Dean admits as you near your apartment building.

“I’m all ears.”

“Chuck Bass doesn’t define who you are,” he sighs, you look at him in confusion not following his statement. “At dinner– when you were talking to the waitress, you added that he is your fiance. I get that he’s powerful and well respected, but so are you. You’ve been mentioned in The New York Times Book Review multiple times and that’s pretty damn impressive. You don’t need him to let people know you have power or to demand their respect. You’re Y/N Y/L/N, you can demand respect with or without Chuck.” you’re taken back by his speech at first, tears threaten to form but you hold them back, not wanting to cry in front of Dean.

“I-” you search his face unsure of what to say, “Thank you, I needed that reminder,” you admit. You look ahead at your apartment, “Um,” you clear the knot in your throat away, “This is me” you sigh not wanting the night to end just yet. “Thanks again, Dean. Goodnight.” you lean up to kiss his cheek softly, before returning back to your home, repeating Dean’s words until you believed them.

Leather & Smoke [Part 1]

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Warnings: Mild a/b/o culture stemming from reader

Words: 3.6k

You really weren’t looking forward to today. It wasn’t that you were dreading the actual act of joining the Avengers – nothing so dramatic – but you were still running the issue of talking with Doctor Banner and explaining your heritage. Since he was to be your primary doctor – despite that not being his area of expertise, you and your people very rarely got sick, and he was the closest trust worthy person on hand. You were all about trust.

Stepping into the elevator, you took a deep breath, willing yourself to relax. You just needed to explain the situation and how things would work and what he should expect – and vice versa. Easy stuff that you’d done a hundred times before. Stepping off at the lab and checking the slip of paper you’d been given, you scanned the room briefly. Sniffing the air, you crinkled your nose as the smell of antiseptic filled your nostrils. It was so unnatural; it grated on your sensitive nose like nails on a chalk board.

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Request (anon): The reader accidentally finds Riz’s gift for her

words: 1237

Twenty-four hours. That’s how long you have left to spend with your boyfriend. Your boyfriend, who is sound asleep against your lap on the living room sofa. A movie, which has long lost your attention, is still playing quietly in the background. Despite having selected the movie, Riz fell asleep just twenty minutes in.

You know that part of his sleeping stems from him trying to cling to a normal sleep pattern before he has to leave home for a few weeks. The other part is pure exhaustion. In the past week, just as he always does before he has to leave, Riz has spent nearly every waking minute with you. He pouted each time you chose work over him, yet he was there to pick you up the second you were finished for the day.

Lightly brushing your fingers against his hair, you can’t help but smile at the sight of him curled up against you. As much as you hate to admit to him, this action is the one you’re going to miss the most from him.

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Near Future 


Jemma snuggled closer to Fitz’s chest as the sun crept through their bedroom window, slowing pulling him from his slumber. The quiet Saturday morning allowed them to sleep in longer than usual, but with their newfound responsibility, it wouldn’t be long before they were forced out of bed to tend to the new addition to their family.

Fitz groaned and pulled on Jemma’s shoulder to hold her more closely to his side. “Morning,” he mumbled.  

“Good morning,” she said softly as she sighed contently. “Did you sleep alright?”

“Yeah, can’t complain. Better than the night before.”

“Oh, yes. Definitely better than the night before. She just wouldn’t fall asleep, poor thing. Although, once we brought her in here with us, I swear she was out in two seconds flat.”

“Yeah, well, can you blame her? She wants to be with her mum.”

She lifted her head slightly to scoff at him. “Oh, please. She loves you more than me and you know it.”

“Well, I won’t argue with that.”

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ALTL Part 57

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Title: ALTL Part 57

Characters: Gabriel x Reader, Lucifer, Michael, Balthazar, Samandriel, Castiel, Sam, Dean

Word Count: 1,060

Warning: boom boom POW, angst

A/N: We are getting incredibly close to the ending of this series. I hope you are all enjoying it! I love you all so much!! <3 As always feedback is appreciated and welcomed. <3

The masterlist to this series can be found HERE!

Barbara aimed her gun at your other arm, shooting your bicep.  Your screams seemed to please her.  You couldn’t help it.  This was immensely painful and the burning only made it worse.

The vampire walked circles around you, her gun still aimed at you.  “I didn’t think I would enjoy this,” Barbara mused.  “But I do.  What are blood type A-?”  Barbara laughed at your pain.  “It took me a while to set this up you know.  It’s not easy to archangel proof a barn [Y/N].”

“That’s why they haven’t killed you,” you grumbled.  “You must have messed up one of your symbols because Cas could still teleport out of here.”

“He’s no use to me anyway [Y/N],” Barb scoffed.  “Those three are the real trophies.  Especially the one who seems to be particularly interested in you.”

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[SUMMARY: Rubys brother Jesus comes back to the hilltop bruised up with Daryl and Rick by his side. Ruby is very protective of Jesus and automatically isn’t welcoming to these men although Jesus insists that they’re trying to help their group.]


Daryl and Ruby.

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I might be a little off my game but hopefully this is what you were looking for. I rather enjoyed writing the dialogue for this so I hope it suits the characters. This was requested by thegirlwiththeimpala so enjoy! I hope there was enough fluff for you - I decided to shake it up and not write a kissing scene. I think it would have been too out of place at this stage in their relationship but let me know your honest opinion, I appreciate the feedback.

Prompt: Can you do a oneshot were Steve and you are watching a movie together and fall asleep on the couch and the avengers (Tony and Nat!?) find you in the morning (cuddled up) and think it´s really sweet and taking a picture. When you and Steve see the photo you admit you like each other. Really fluffy. <3

“The Photograph” (Part 1)

“Well that film absolutely sucked.” Steve snorted as the credits began to roll. Kicking the blanket away with your feet, you heaved your legs off of his lap. The minute you did so, your calves missed the gentle touch of his hands which he had been resting atop the blanket.

“It wasn’t that bad, was it?” You giggled as you approached the DVD player.
“Yes, (y/n), it was. Frankly, the plot was predictable and the relationship between Reed and Susan was stale.” You rolled your eyes as the device spit the DVD tray back out, almost as if it was rejecting your “The Fantastic Four” DVD. You still didn’t understand why it was so disliked – you thought it was quite an enjoyable film.
“Oh, what would you know about love and all that jazz?” You laughed. You didn’t notice the way his eyes stared longingly at you in silent response to your question. Eventually, he was forced to say something else.
“Don’t even get me started on the actor who played the fire guy – what was his name? Johnny Storm? He was awful.”

“Well alright then, you can pick the next DVD if you like.” You replied. Having returned the disc to its case, you gestured to the small selection of films you had extracted from your ever-growing collection.
“(Y/n), it’s nearly midnight.” Steve pointed out with a smile that suggested he didn’t really care.
“I didn’t say we’d watch all of it… Even if we fall asleep here, I’m not letting up until you have watched a film you don’t complain after.”
Steve’s eyes pored over the films you had piled up on the coffee table in front of him – nothing really jumped out.
“Oh, I don’t know, why don’t you just choose?” He asked rhetorically.
“Because every time I do, I get a bloody monologue afterwards telling me why it’s such a crap film. Now pick something so I can’t be held responsible.” You demanded. Steve smirked at the authority that you were showing.
“Fine. That one.” He said, jutting out his index finger at a box halfway down the pile. Following the direction in which he was pointing, you saw the faces of Gary Sinise and John Malkovich looking back at you.

Of Mice and Men.

“Good choice.” You said before dealing with the disc. As the DVD whirred into action, you picked up the remote and returned to your position on the sofa, draping the thick blanket over your legs. Steve turned to you.
“What are you doing?”
“Well, when people place their asses on a surface and stay there it’s usually referred to as ‘sitting down’. Didn’t realise that was such a novelty in the 40s.” You muttered whilst adjusting the blanket. After playfully hitting you as punishment for your sarcasm, Steve explained.
“No shit Sherlock. I meant that you’ve moved further away.” He sighed. Without realising, you had indeed sat next on the seat next to him as opposed to how you’d initially sat – with your legs across his lap which he fondly stroked. He held up his arm so that you could crawl next to him and you obliged.

“I’ve read the book and I know how this ends – if it’s as sad as I remember then I’m going to need you here to comfort me.” He smiled wistfully.
“This coming from the man who fought Nazis-OW!” You yelped. Steve had pinched you in the rib to stop you being sarcastic.
“Bravery has nothing to do with sentimentality…” He chuckled. With your arms wrapped around his torso and your head on his chest, it was difficult for you to look up at him though it didn’t stop you from trying.
“Wow, that’s actually, surprisingly deep, Steve.” You giggled.
“I do have a brain, you know.”
“Really? Well, let me know if you ever fancy using it.”


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frostbite (chanyeol)
word count: 1079 w.
genre: fluff
summary: in which chanyeol is a human furnace and sehun is the root of all evil

It was two in the morning when you felt your whole body tense up from the freezing temperature. You didn’t know why you agreed to take part in Sehun’s little adventure into the woods. Sehun convinced you to come because he said you needed to be one with nature and other bullshit his mouth tends to spill.

Sehun was one step ahead of you when you asked about the weather but the little shit didn’t check the night time temperature and that’s basically why you’re freezing your ass off inside the sleeping bag. Sharing the tent with Chanyeol didn’t help either.

Chanyeol is Sehun’s best friend or at least that’s what Sehun says. You’ve been hanging around with Sehun so much that you also get to talk to Chanyeol, for a change of air. But it was puzzling that the very limit of your conversation were mere small talks. Nothing more.

Deep inside you’ve always wanted more when it comes to Chanyeol.

You don’t know if Sehun was trying to play matchmaker or he just wanted the whole tent to himself but somehow, you and Chanyeol ended up in one tent. Thank god for two sleeping bags. With the temperature outside dropping to zero, the possibility of dying from hypothermia went from zero to a hundred. You needed some warmth. And by some warmth, you meant you wanted to sleep above the (now burnt) campfire.

You placed your hands in front of your mouth and blew some hot air, rubbing your hands after. You racked your brain for more ways to keep warm. Right now what seems to be the most favorable was also the most awkward way to get some heat. Cuddling.

Chanyeol stirred in his sleeping bag causing you to drop your antics. You quickly closed your eyes and tried not to move. Chanyeol poked your sleeping bag. “Hey, are you awake?”

Just when you thought it couldn’t get worse.

He poked you again and that time, you pretended to stir from your sleep. Yawning, you hummed, “Hm?”

“Did I bother you? Sorry, I thought you were awake.” Even in the dark, you can see Chanyeol’s pearly whites flashing. You shifted a bit to face his side. His face was directly above you and he was looking down on you. You can feel your blood rush to your cheeks. You didn’t know the tent was this small.

“Well, I’m awake now,” you chuckled. Chanyeol apologized again and was about to go to sleep. But desperate times call for desperate measures. And so you muttered a “fuck it” before tugging on Chanyeol’s sleeping bag.

“Chanyeol, I’m kinda cold. I hope you don’t take this the wrong way–”

“Can we cuddle?” He asked so innocently you wanted to cuddle the shit out of him. You swore you can see a slight pout when you failed to respond.

“Uh, yeah, sure,” You wanted to slap yourself for stuttering. You can hear the anxiety in your voice. “So how do we do this?”

Chanyeol unzipped the side of his sleeping bag. He plastered a bright smile on his face despite both of your freezing asses. “Hop in.”

“Yes, captain,” you answered, giving a salute to Chanyeol before sliding next to him and finally, zipping up the sleeping bag.

It was quite spacious inside his sleeping bag. Maybe because he was taller and had a much bigger frame than you. You can feel your heart stammering, not quite sure how this whole cuddling with Chanyeol works. It wasn’t awkward but it also wasn’t exactly comforting.

On the other hand, Chanyeol was all confident. He took his position, chin was directly above your crown. You were cooped up under Chanyeol and heat was finally being transferred to you. You can sense Chanyeol’s arms hesitating to wrap around your waist. To hell with that! It was freaking cold and you needed more warmth.

You pulled Chanyeol’s arm and placed it around your waist, snuggling behind a bit. You were surprised when Chanyeol slowly intertwined his fingers with yours, his thumb rubbing tiny circles on top of your hand. “Your hands are too pretty to be cold.”

Good thing you had your back on Chanyeol or else he would’ve seen how embarrassingly red your cheeks were.

Finally contented with the heat surrounding your body, you sighed, contented. Chanyeol whispered in your ear, “Goodnight.”

You didn’t dream that night because what happened seemed too good to be true.

Soft light streamed in the opening of your tent. The air got warmer but it was still cold nonetheless. You inhaled a musky scent and that made you burry your head into your pillow more. Pillow? A deep voice rang through your ears, “Can’t get enough?”

“Fuck,” you cursed under your breath. You suddenly backed away only to bounce back to his space because the zipper to his sleeping back was tightly sealed.

He lightly chuckled. His raspy morning voice sounded mellifluous to your ears. It resembles that of dark chocolate melting. “Goodmorning to you, too.”

Your hands reached for the sleeping bag’s zipper only to be pulled back in by Chanyeol. “Let’s stay like this a little bit more.”

You rolled your eyes in annoyance yet your smile says otherwise. “Chanyeol, it’s not even cold anymore.”

“When will you warm up to me?” You felt your breath hitch. There was nothing but sincerity dripping from his voice. His eyes went soft but the intensity of his gaze was strong. You were convinced he can see through your feelings for him even you yourself had no idea you had.

You had to admit. With Chanyeol like this, it was impossible for you not to fall for him.

“And when will you two lazy asses get up?! Wakey wakey, peasants!” Sehun shouted from outside before putting the tent’s flaps aside. He threw a pillow on Chanyeol’s face.

“I’m fucking hungry and she,” Sehun pointed to you, “is the only one who knows how to make breakfast. And if your cheesy love confession or whatever that is you’re about to say wouldn’t feed my stomach then save it for later.”

“We’ll talk about this later,” you said before leaning in to kiss the taller’s cheeks. You felt heat creep to your cheeks. “That was for last night.”

“Damn, man, you got game.”

Chanyeol smiled. “I know.”

note: guess who got pcy feels last night | masterlist

PROFESSOR REN II // masterlist

A/N: Ahh, sorry this took a bit, I’ve been busy all day and finally came around to write/post it! Thank you all so much for enjoying part one, I didn’t expect to get back so much feedback! I have a feeling this fic will possibly have a totally of four parts? But I’m assuming and that is if you guys want more; please let me know if you do, I’ll definitely get on to it! Anyway, here’s part two, enjoy and thank you for reading!

Warning: None

Word Count: 4.4K+

Jealousy was an understatement. The thought that the girl he had liked had fallen for someone else–that was their professor–made him sick to the stomach. Hux was furious, how could something like this happen? He was sure the feelings must’ve been mutual, you seemed interested and you were always socializing with the young man when he spoke to you…so why were you making out with Ren?

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Imagine Being Alone On The Fourth Of July


Title: Tomorrow
Characters: Owen Grady x Reader
Fandom: Jurassic World
A/N: two things guys! I was going to post this last night, in celebration of the holiday, but I was babysitting my nephew and he fell asleep. Also, I’m doing this all from my phone and an iPad, so really, I can’t tell if something isn’t working. Thanks!


Despite the fact that Islar Neblar was located on an island in South America, most of it was run by North Americans. Therefore, on the Fourth of July, there were fireworks.
You hadn’t seen fireworks since you were young, and since you got off work early for the celebration and had no one to go home to, you decided to join the party on the street and watch the sky explode into different colors.
You wrapped your arms around yourself, staring up into the night sky, even though the show hadn’t started yet. Everyone around you had someone besides them, whether it be friend or lover or family, and, frankly, it made you feel like a bit of a loser. You had left your home and everything you knew to go to Jurassic World. Everyone said it was a bad idea, considering what happened to the park twenty years ago- but you refused to admit that it could possibly happen again. Security was better than ever, and the biggest and most dangerous thing they had was a T-Rex. You knew that history tended to repeat itself, but you had pushed that thought aside.
Jurassic World was safe, and so were you. More safe than you had ever been. But you were also alone.
People began cheering, and you knew the show was about to start. You looked around aimlessly, trying not to seem like a total loser- you didn’t know why you thought that would work, but for some reason, it seemed like the right thing to do. And it was a good thing you did it, too, because you caught sight of the famous Owen Grady- the Raptor Trainer.
You wished you could do what he did. But you worked with the baby Triceratops and the baby humans. Owen seemed so much happier, better off. You had tried for a job with the big guys, but had realized how inexperienced you were when brought to an orientation for each dinosaur.
He caught you staring, and smirked. You blushed, quickly turning your head towards the sky, cringing and scolding yourself for the mistake. You bit and sucked on your bottom lip nervously, watching as the red and blue and white fireworks lit up the sky. You smiled to yourself, only to be interrupted by a hand on your shoulder.
“Sorry, didn’t mean to scare you, y/n,” Owen laughed, walking up next to you.
You took a breath before responding, your voice low, “sorry. I didn’t mean to stare. I was just looking around and got lost in thought… I didn’t even realize…”
He smiled kindly, “thats alright. Honestly, I was pretty happy to see you looking at me.”
You blushed a dark Crimson, and tried to look away, “why’s that?” You asked, staring up at the sky.
He looked up as well, shrugging, “I don’t know. Maybe because your beautiful.”
You didn’t think it was possible, but you blushed harder- perhaps the color of the red fireworks in the sky. He noticed, and smiled to himself, staring at you instead of the light show up above.
“You always get what you want, don’t you, Owen Grady?” You asked, your voice low and overwhelmed by the explosions in the sky. You were almost sure they were scaring your Dino’s. Despite your longing for something bigger, you still loved the little guys.
You thought Owen hadn’t heard you, but he responded quickly. “Not always. Why do you say that?”
You felt a cold nervousness settle inside of you, and you shrugged. Your voice shook a little bit. The moment seemed surreal. Darkness around you, cheers, humans and dinosaurs, Owen Grady. “You’re always flirting. I see you, sometimes.”
He smirked, “I see you, too. Nothing ever comes of it, really, by the way.”
You looked down, embarrassed. You decided that you could see the show equally as well from your apartment window. Maybe even better- you’d be much higher up.
“I think…” You said, feeling a little chill watch over you, “I think I’m gonna go back to my apartment.”
He frowned, placing a gentle hand on your arm. He was warm, and surprisingly gentle for a raptor trainer, though his hands were calloused and scared. “Why?”
You looked up again, thinking of a valid reason why. “I don’t know. It’s a little chilly, and I’m tired. Long day today, it being a holiday and all…”
He smiled, “let me walk you back. There’s a lot of people out here not paying attention. I wouldn’t want you to get hurt.”
You swallowed, though you did really want Owen to go with you. “Okay.” You said, turning to the side, taking one last long look at the fireworks, “it’s… It’s this way.”
He smiled, walking so close to you that your shoulder kept bumping into his upper arm. He was a little bit taller than you. “You work with the kids, right?” He asked.
You nodded, awkwardly glancing up at him and then the ground. He was beautiful- his face was lit up by the different colors, occasionally going dark because of the lack of light.
Suddenly, you had a question. “Don’t the explosions scare the dinosaurs?”
He smiled, having heard the most from you all night in that one question. “They’re fine, I’m sure. My girls don’t seem to mind them at all. You care about them, don’t you?”
You smiled to yourself, thinking of the rest of the Dino’s. “Yeah,” you said, “sometimes I wish I could work with the bigger ones. I just- it’s fun, and all, but… I don’t know.”
You arrived at your apartment building and turned to him, trying to look up into his eyes, and smiling.
“You could come see the girls. I’m sure I could get you a position near the paddock. People come and go all the time.”
You bit your lip, not sure what he meant exactly.
He laughed, “I mean, like, people think they can handle it, and then they can’t. They haven’t eaten anyone, at least, not on my watch, they haven’t.”
You couldn’t help but smile. “Maybe I’ll stop by tomorrow, before my shift?”
Owen nodded, staring at you as you looked down. “Hey,” he said, placing a finger gently under your chin, “eyes on me.” He was demanding, you assumed he’d be like that- being the alpha of a velociraptor pack could do that to you.
“Goodnight, then,” you said weakly, your eyes just barely meeting his. You cringed away from his gentle touch.
“Mhm. I’ll see you tomorrow. I’m afraid I’ll have to come looking for you if you don’t show.” He smirked.
You but your lip, losing yourself in the green of his eyes. You blushed again, and he leaned closer to you, his eyes closing. You swallowed, your own eyes widening. But you wouldn’t stop it. He pressed his lips gently against yours, and immediately your eyes fell closed. Fireworks exploded in the distance, and too soon, he pulled away. He
Another chill ran through your body, and you visibly shook. “I’ll be there… Uh… Tomorrow…” You hurried, flustered.
He smiled, still staring at you. “Sure, sure. Go on inside. You seem really cold. Don’t know why- it’s usually pretty hot here.”
You shrugged, “I’m always cold.”
He wrapped his arms around you, “I can fix that.”
Your chest raged with butterflies, and your entire face grew warm and red.
He was right. You weren’t cold anymore- he was so warm. You hugged him back, growing tired.
He laughed, “okay, don’t fall asleep now. Tomorrow?”
You pulled away, smiling, which made his smile grow wider. “Yeah. Tomorrow.”
You couldn’t help it- as he walked away, and you turned, you kept thinking: tomorrow. You were too excited to sleep, though, so you settled on watching the rest of the fireworks through your windows, falling asleep just past midnight on your couch with dreams of Owen Grady’s eyes dancing in your head.

Hooray for more Thor imagines! This one hopefully has the intended comical effect that I was hoping to achieve. Frankly the idea of Thor being really protective and making the reader grumpy in the process is just adorable to me. Maybe I’m romanticising it a little but you get what I mean. Anyway, enjoy, my darlings!

“The Midgardian Sickness”

Thor stepped out of the room and closed it behind him, a severe expression adorning his features.
“I’m afraid it’s not good.” He said. The Avengers were stood in front of him and their faces fell at his words.
“She’s quite sick, fatally so perhaps.”

“Quit telling everyone I’m dying!” Your voice yelled through the door. Steve looked up with wide eyes and Clint bit his lip to suppress a smile. Tony on the other hand covered his mouth and took himself away, Bruce joining him. Thor was holding eye contact with Natasha and her interrogative skills came into play as she hid amusement from her eyes.
“May we have a few words with the condemned?” She said calmly and the God stepped aside.

Once the door was closed, a gentle hum of laughter began to surge.
“We hear you’re dying.” Steve chuckled, folding his arms. You mimicked his actions from the bed, across which your legs were stretched. Mjolnir sat in your lap and was the obvious cause for your rage.
“I woke up this morning with a little cold and now he won’t let me leave. Keeps me telling me that I need my rest ‘lest my condition worsen’. Put this bloody thing in my lap too when I refused.”

“Do you want us to talk to him?” Natasha asked, kneeling down by your bedside.
“If any of you wanted to become worthy, now would be a great time. Other than that, yeah. Talk to him.” With a smile, she patted your arm and then stood leading Tony, Clint, and Bruce out of the room. Steve stayed behind, sliding a communicator under your pillow.
“Let me know if you need anything. I’m sure Thor will be more than accommodating but if you fancy a change of bedside manner…”

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( yay i finally made one! and shut up i can reuse my art ok )

Soo whenever I hit a milestone, I tend to celebrate it. Back in my old blog, I’d do super fast giveaways – but I thought I’d change it up a little and list some of my favourite blogs here and rant about why I like em. I’ve been RP-ing in this fandom for a good ~6 months or so? Well, more like 4 months since my first 2 months here I was hardly active LOL. 

Anyway, it’s been super fun and I’ve meet so many nice people and made some really good friends. Whether you’re here because of my art, or my Riven–or you just saw me in your dash and decided to follow, thank you for taking the time to appreciate–hell, even look at my stuff. That really means the world to me and I’m super happy to know that people like what I put out here.  (´。• ᵕ •。`)  ✯ !!

List of blogs is under the cut, but if you can’t be stuffed looking in there then: I can’t really say it enough, but thank you for being here!  ( ´ ▽ ` ) !!

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

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

A/N: Okay, so I’ve come to realize this may go on until like chapter 20-25, so there’s that! Also, consider this like a filler as chapter 14 we’ll see the ex you guys helped me decide to be Hux! Enjoy!

Warning: Minor profanity…?

Word Count: 3.2K+


Sitting on the edge of your bed as you flipped through the sketchbook you were nearly drooling over at how low your jaw hung in amazement, you looked up for a moment to see Ben sliding on his NASA sweats that he had lend you, his bare ass being the first thing that came into your line of vision before you chuckled. “Are you just gonna…ya know, free ball it?” You asked, turning your attention back to the sketchbook.

“Well, you see…seeing as I have no underwear at your place–which we’re totally going to have to fix–I sorta have to.” Ben nodded, walking over to you as he watched you eye his drawings in awe.

“What, you wanna move in?” You jokingly asked, not getting a response. “You do?” Looking up as Ben shyly looked out your bedroom window, he shrugged.

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COMPETITION // masterlist

Request: Hello love, I absolutely adore ur writings and I wanted to ask if u could do one where Phasma and Kylo has a crush on the reader, they think the reader is to cute for her own good and will always talk about her with hux (who groans in agony bc they’re head over heals in love with the you). They’re both in competition with one another trying to see who will still ur heart but the reader already knew and just kissed them in the cheeks, surprising them when she says she loves them back in the end.

A/N: Hello and thank you! I’m sorry this one took forever to make but I finally came up with a good idea/story for it, so please enjoy! Also, I think it’s pretty obvious as to who will ‘win’ (since this is a kylo blog) but y’know, it’s a good prompt so thank you, again! (and will you look at that gif holy shit) [gif not mine] p.s. requests are open

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Word Count: 2.3K+

Ever since the downfall of Starkiller–and the loss of many men and women that had worked for the First Order–you (and many others) had been taken in and ‘hired’ to replace those who had been killed during the battle. Of course, like most parents (and siblings) to their young, your parents constantly questioned whether or not you were sure you should work for the Order; then there was your older siblings saying you wouldn’t even fit for such military organization.

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