making this gif set for his birthday

Imagine Chris coming home early for your birthday.

A/N: My loves, this is a piece for all the birthday babies. Special shoutout to @shadowprincess0218 who requested a imagine for her birthday, here you go. Happy birthday, hun! Hope you have a wonderful, fantastic day. X

You strolled home from Magnolia Bakery with your phone against your ear and a paper box containing your favorite chocolate cupcake in your hand. You were on the phone with your boyfriend, Chris, who was in his home away from home in California due to work commitments. His job and its constant need to take him away from you didn’t bother you until it came to things like birthdays and anniversaries and holidays; those were the times that made you miss him the most. His absence made the day seem like just another day, which was why you declined when your friends wanted to take you out to dinner to celebrate.

“I wish you were here,” you told Chris and he smiled. “I don’t even care if we just eat cake and watch TV, I just want you to be next to me.” You used your shoulder to hold the phone against your ear so you could start picking at your cupcake. “You, me, Dodger-” you murmured with your mouth full, “that’s all I need.”

Little did you know that Chris was actually sitting on your apartment doorstep with a bouquet of roses in his hand and a small black box in his jacket pocket. He’d been planning to propose for a while- two and half years he’d been together with you, he didn’t want to wait any longer considering he knew six months in that he wanted to spend the rest of his life with you.

He had planned quite a few times to pop the question but nothing ever seemed perfect enough for someone as special as you. He finally decided to just do it when you subtly reassured him that you didn’t care how he did it because as long as it was him asking, that was that mattered. It was thanks to his mom, actually, that you found out he was thinking about proposing. A week ago, while you were having lunch with Lisa and she let slip he was stalling because he couldn’t think of the ‘perfect’ way to propose. You were touched because it was kind of cute; you always knew Chris was the kind of guy who wanted the perfect proposal memory. But you were also impatient because it could have been another two and a half years before he figured out the perfect way to propose, so you nudged him along. You had no idea the nudge took him to today.

It’d been a whole month since he last saw you and his heart skipped a beat when he did. You turned the corner, looking as beautiful as ever in something as simple as a soft grey sweater, blue jeans, and black thigh high boots; his breath hitched in his throat and he smiled. He took a deep breath and got to his feet, straightening his brown suede jacket as he descended from the stairs. His heart started to pound against his chest; his hand tightened around the bouquet and he patted the small bulge in his jacket pocket. This was it, he was going to do it. He chuckled as he watched you; you were too engrossed with your cupcake to realize the one person you wanted to see was standing not thirty feet away from you.

“It’s a little difficult to book a last minute flight for dogs,” he told you and your eyes narrowed at the echoey effect. “But it’s not so bad for humans.” He chuckled softly, holding up one hand to give you a small wave when you looked up. “Hey, I have to go.” You let out a breathy chuckle of disbelief, smiling so wide that your cheeks hurt. “I just saw the love of my life walk up,” he said into the phone then hung up.

“Chris!” You ran towards him, dropping your cake as you threw your arms around his neck. He laughed and picked you up and spun you in a circle. “Oh my God,” you felt your eyes welled in your eyes and you buried your face in the crook of his neck. “I’ve missed you so much.”

“I’ve missed you too, beautiful.” He let out a satisfied sigh, clutching onto you tightly. “God, it is so good to see you.” He squeezed you as tightly as you squeezed him, neither of you wanted to let go because the past month seemed like an eternity. “Phone calls and FaceTime sessions will never make up for this.”

“Never leave me again.” You told him and both of you chuckled softly because it was an impossible request; as happy as you were, you knew he couldn’t stay for long. “I can’t believe you’re here,” you told him as you started to pull away. “Thank you, baby.” You said when you took the bouquet he was holding out for you. “These are beautiful. You just made my birthday a thousand times better,” you pecked him on the lips, smiling.

“Only a thousand?” He asked with a smile and you chuckled because you didn’t realize he was using that as a segway to pop the big question. “I was actually hoping to make it a million times better.” He told you, slipping his hand into his jacket pocket as he descended down on one knee.

“Oh my God,” you breathed.

“There will never be a perfect time, or a perfect way to propose.” He began, flipping the little box open to reveal a breathtaking diamond ring; from the looks of it, Chris followed the three month’s salary rule which was insane considering who he was and what he did for a job. “But,” he paused for effect, his smile widening as he took your left hand in his. “There is a perfect person for everyone and you, my love, you’re mine.”

“Chris,” your voice quivered out of excitement and nerves.

“Shhh,” he chuckled, pressing one finger to his lips. “I wanted a Disney World proposal but I’m doing it on your doorstep instead, the least you can do is let me make my speech.” He joked and you chuckled, pressing your lips together to show you were going to shut it. “Okay, where was I? Yes, um-” he cleared his throat, catching his train of thought. “I know it’s ridiculous and you may think I’m just saying it for the sake of the romance, but- I knew when I met you that we were going somewhere. You were like this light that wouldn’t stop shining on my life, even the darkest days felt bright with you in it. The past two and a half years have been both an absolute dream and utter hell for me,” he said and your eyes narrowed in confusion; he chuckled softly and explained. “Because you’re amazing and I love every second with you, but it’s also been a long one million three hundred and fourteen thousand seconds to get to this moment. If I could’ve,” his voice quivered as tears welled in his eyes, “I would’ve proposed after our first date.”

“Just ask me already,” you urged, laughing to stop yourself from crying.

“Will you marry me?” He asked, smiling.

“Yes,” you nodded.

He smiled and slipped the ring onto your finger before getting up off the ground to wrap his arms around you and draw you in for the kiss of a lifetime. It felt as though all the stars aligned that night and no birthday was ever going to top this one. Chris broke the kiss and hugged you tightly, you smiled and held up your hand in front of the both of you to admire the ring.

“This is possibility one of the most impractical things you’ve ever bought,” you told him and he chuckled softly, pressing a soft kiss on the side of your head. “Like I love it, it’s beautiful. I mean- don’t get me wrong. I’m very, very impressed with the ring-”

“Then just kiss me and shut up,” he chuckled.

“But,” you continued and he groaned, feigning annoyance; you chuckled. “We could’ve used the money to buy that beautiful house we saw a few months ago, have somewhere we can call ours instead of yours or mine. I mean- yeah, I have my place and you have yours but- don’t you want somewhere we can call ours?” You didn’t know if you were making sense but from the look on Chris’ face, you knew he understood what you meant. “You get it, right?”

“Yeah,” he nodded. “But you get my job, right? I can afford to buy both, which is kind of what I did.” You narrowed your eyes in confusion as he pulled away from you. He reached into his pocket, pulling out a set of brand new keys. “Remember your dream house?” Your jaw dropped and you held out your hand excitedly, he chuckled and placed them in the palm of your hand. “Well, it just became a reality.”

WAR OF HEARTS

                        - PART I

(requested by multiple anons
                - keep reading the next parts too ;) )

Kai Parker x Reader
word count
: 3 482
summary : Reader is a Trybrid (witch , werewolf and vampire) and very close with Klaus (like a daughter to him). She ends up in the Prison World where Kai is accidentally , trying to help a friend.
NOTE : This is the story with Kai / Kol / Reader , apologies for Kol missing in this chapter , but he will be in the next ones. Gotta start somewhere before we get to the fun part… ;)
*gif by vampirediaries
_________________________


“What the hell ?”  she said getting up from the cold floor and looking around.
Y/N had been out in the woods helping a friend with a spell and suddenly she found herself in one of the hallways in her old high school. It was the middle of September , Tuesday … yet the hallways were deserted , no sounds came from the classrooms or anywhere from that matter. Well , almost… There was something but Y/N wasn’t sure if she was imagining it or not. She walked the empty hallways and got out of the school looking around , trying to find someone but there was absolutely no one. For a moment she thought maybe she had passed out and it was all some weird dream or something. Using her vampire hearing she headed for the only sound she could hear , leading her into an empty looking house.
The place seemed familiar , like a memory of a memory or a dream of a dream … then she realised why the house looked familiar - she had walked past it while going to school when she had been a kid. Y/N walked up the porch and knocked on the door. A few moments passed and no one opened so she decided to see for herself , but just as she was about to put her hand on the door knob , the door opened and in front of her stood a young man. He looked surprised to see someone standing on his doorstep , his facial expression went from shock to surprise to suspicion in seconds.
“Um … Hi.” she said smiling nervously. “I’m Y/N. Sorry to bother you , I … I kind of just found myself here , could you tell me where everybody is ?”
The young man stood frozen at the door for a few seconds before stepping away , letting her walk inside. Y/N took a few steps looking around the place.
“Thanks. Nice house..” she said , a moment before she dropped on her knees her hands reaching for her head trying to fight off the spell causing her the worst witchy migraine ever , then the world went dark.When Y/N woke up , she was tied to a chair with vervain ropes around her wrists and ankles. The mysterious young man was standing a few feet away from her , his eyes locked on her.
“Well that’s new…” she muttered trying not to move much before she has figured out the situation. Clearly there had to be some kind of misunderstanding.
“It’s not the only thing that’s new.” the young man said taking a step towards her. He was very handsome with blue eyes perfect chizzled jaw and judging by the purple - black veins showing under his eyes , he was also a vampire.
“Ooh-kay. Look , I don’t know who you are but there has to be some misunderstanding here. I was trying to help a friend and the spell must’ve gone wrong because I ended up here … except I have no idea where ‘here’ is or who you are.” she said.
“Oh right , sorry manners. I forgot to introduce myself earlier.” he said smiling. “I’m Kai. This is my home … not referring to the house , tho it is my home. The world outside is my home or … prison to be more accurate.”

Keep reading

Here’s another one shot from that one-liner prompt list.

“Go on, I dare you” with Happy Lowman
.
.
.

“I don’t give a shit if the President of the United States himself told you to watch me, it’s my 21st birthday and I’m gonna get fucked tonight, so either you let me go to Brandon’s house or you stand here and watch as I pick out some random to take me home!” you whisper-yelled at the chaperone whom your father, Piney, had tasked with making sure you made it home safely tonight after celebrating your 21st birthday.

“You’ve been on TWO dates with that prick. TWO. You don’t know him well enough to go spend the night with him!” Happy argued and you stomped your foot.

“Fine. A random from this club it is.” you huffed, cocking your eyebrow at him. You friends had left an hour ago but you had stayed behind, wanting to party a little more before securing a lay for the night.

“Go on, I dare you,” he growled back at you.

You smirked, turning around and walking through the crowd, looking for someone, anyone, that tickled your fancy when your eyes landed upon him. 6'5", huge, tattoos all over his arms and neck. Perfect, you thought, strutting over to him as Happy remained in the place you left him, glaring at you as you set out to make his life way more difficult.

After an hour of chatting the guy up and telling him it was your birthday, he finally offered to give you a ride home and you accepted. He took your hand and led you out of the club and into the parking lot, walking up to his truck when another hand grasped your free arm and jerked you away, spinning you around.

“I told you no.” Happy glared at you and the man you were walking out with started to protest to Happy’s touching you when Happy pulled his gun from the waistband of his jeans.

“What was that?” Happy asked, flipping off the safety with his left thumb as his right hand remained firmly attached to your arm.

You sighed loudly and the muscular tattooed guy let you go, backing away, “Do you know this guy?” he stammered and you nodded, “He’s my bodyguard,” you frowned, jerking your hand away from Happy.

“Wanna know how I got these?” He growled lifting his shirt to reveal 12 smiley face tattoos on his abdomen.

Your new beau looked between you and Happy before speaking, “Look man I don’t want any trouble. I’m just gonna go,” he said with his hands up in a surrender, getting into his vehicle and speeding away.

You scoffed, that guy was all looks with no bark or bite.

“Thanks a lot!” you yelled at Happy, shoving him firmly in the chest causing him to stumble back a step and then folding your arms, “You ruined my fucking birthday!” you pouted as he scowled at you.

“Hey,” he rasped, causing you to look up at him as he tucked his gun back in his jeans and stepped closer to you.

“What!” you demanded with attitude, glaring back at him.

His hands grabbed your shoulders and pulled you to him quickly and in an instant his lips were on yours. You gasped against his mouth, his actions taking you completely by surprise, but soon you relaxed in his grip and began to kiss him back.

Maybe this wasn’t such a bad birthday after all.

Hey everybody! As you may know it’s almost Michael’s 21st birthday, and to show our appreciation we are hosting #mikeyweek to celebrate our favorite boy. We hope you will join us in wishing Michael a very happy birthday and show our appreciation for him!

GUIDELINES: This appreciation week is taking place November 14th through November 20th. The theme for each day will be listed below. Even if you can only participate in a few days that’s great too! Whether you decide to do the whole week or just some remember to tag your creations with #mikeyweek or #mikeysource for us to find them!

  • Day 1 - November 14: 20 Year Old Michael (make an edit/graphic/gif(set)/fan art of Michael in the past year)
  • Day 2 - November 15: Michael + A Band Member (make an edit/graphic/gif(set)/fan art of Michael with one of his band members)
  • Day 3 - November 16: Favorite Quote(s) (make an edit/graphic/gif(set)/fan art of some of your favorite things Michael has said)
  • Day 4 - November 17: Favorite Michael Things (his tattoos, eyes, ect) (make an edit/graphic/gif(set/fan art) of some of your favorite things about Michael)
  • Day 5 - November 18: Favorite Outfits (make an edit/graphic/gif(set)/fan art of some of your favorite things Michael has worn)
  • Day 6 - November 19: Free Day (make an edit/graphic/gif(set)/fan art of anything you want, get creative!)
  • Day 7 - November 20: Michaels Birthday! (make an edit/graphic/gif(set)/fan art of Michael for his special day!)

If you have any questions about this week feel free to contact us and we will get back to you. We hope you guys will all participate and spread some love for Michael! 

Title: You Came Back
Fandom: Teen Wolf
Pairing: Isaac Lahey x Reader
Trigger Warning: Cursing
Requested by anon:  fluffy/angsty isaac lahey imagine please? 

Sorry that this is late! I’ve had a pretty busy and hectic week, so I haven’t been able to follow up on requests. I love Isaac, so thank you for requesting, my love!


You were angry, hurt, and confused. “Isaac what?” you asked in disbelief, furrowing your eyebrows and biting your lip to stop yourself from letting out a stream of obscenities. 

Scott looked at you sympathetically. “Isaac left for France with Mr. Argent,” he mumbled, looking down at the floor timidly. He hated getting and seeing you angry, so he was extremely nervous about telling you this news.

“I can’t believe that asshole!” you hissed, slamming your hand in the locker near you and denting it. 

Scott grabbed your hand and cradled it in his. “Hey, be careful,” he whispered. He looked around the area to make sure no one had seen you.

“I’m gonna murder that guy!”

“I know, I know. It sucks, but you know how torn up he is about Allison.”

“And you know how I feel about him!” 

Scott sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. “I know, Y/N and I’m sorry about that.”

You were so angry, but not at Scott. He was only the one stuck in the middle. 

You had been Isaac’s best friend for as long as you could remember and because he had always been there for you, you had grown feelings for him. Scott of course had found out and was the only one who knew anything about it. 

“It’s okay,” you muttered to Scott. “Thanks anyway.”

Scott nodded and watched as you sulked off down the hallway, stuffing your hands in your sweatshirt pocket to hide your claws from showing. 


A year had passed since you had talked to Scott about Isaac leaving. Since then, you had tried your best to stop thinking about him and see other guys. If he wasn’t going to tell you he was leaving, what was the point of waiting for him?

To celebrate your long awaited break and your birthday, you and the pack were heading toward a club to relax. 

You hitched a ride with Stiles, who was more than happy to be in a car ride with you. 

In the course of the year, everyone had found out that you liked Isaac, but at that point, you were well over it. Everyone had been nothing but supportive for you and in return, you gave them your love and respect. Having the latest birthday, everyone looked at you like a younger sister even though you were the same age as them. 

“I think you look really beautiful, Y/N,” Stiles said, looking at you from the corner of his eyes. “Isaac really missed out.”

You smiled at Stiles and pat his thigh gratefully. “Thanks, Stiles. I personally think Lydia is starting to get into you.”

Stiles smiled nervously and tapped his fingers on the steering wheel. “You think so? Thanks.”

“Of course I do. You guys are my best friends.”

The rest of the way, the two of you listened to music and jammed out so much that your voices were almost lost. 

You two walked in and immediately, you linked your arms with his. He placed his hand reassuringly on yours hand stroked his tumb along the back of your hand. 

“You good?” he had to yell over the loud music.

“Yeah, thank you!” you yelled back, holding his arm tighter to make sure you two didn’t get separated.

He led you over to the far side of the club, where the rest of the pack was waiting for you two. Above all of the heads bobbing on the dance floor, you spotted Scott, Lydia, and Derek, who were standing to make sure you could see them. The rest were sitting in the large booth. 

“Happy birthday, Y/N!” everyone chirped as soon as you got there.

“Thanks, guys! I’m so glad…” your enthusiasm died down as your eyes zeroed in on those unforgettable curly locks. “I’m so glad you guys could come…”

Stiles nudged you encouragingly and leaned down to whisper, “I’m sorry. He just randomly came back and tagged along.”

You plastered a fake big smile on your face and released a deep breath through your teeth. “Don’t worry about it,” you said through gritted teeth. “You didn’t drag him here purposely to torture me.”

You then cracked your neck and proclaimed, “I’m going to go and get a drink.”

Lydia smiled at you and scurried over, wrapping her arms around yours. “Let me come with you!” 

You and Lydia walked over to the bar and ordered some non-alcoholic drinks, being that you were under aged. 

“Hey, I’m sorry he came along,” Lydia said, looking at you sympathetically. As you two waited for your drinks, you sat on the bar stools. She placed her hand on yours comfortingly and pat it a few times. “I tried to tell him not to, but he was really set on coming.”

You smiled softly at Lydia. She really had come a long way since the first time you had met her. She barely even spared a glance at you. Now, she was focused on always making sure you were happy. “It’s okay, Lyds. I know you wouldn’t have wanted me to be upset, especially on my birthday.”

You two turned when someone cleared his throat behind you. You sighed internally when you made eye contact with Isaac. “Hey, Y/N,” he said, scratching the back of his neck. “Happy birthday.”

You cleared your throat and veered your eyes to the dance floor as opposed to him. “Thanks,” you said. You then turned to Lydia, who was looking back and forth between you two fervently.

When she looked at you, she raised her eyebrow in question and you just jutted your chin back to the table. 

“You can go back to the table. Your drink is here anyway.”

Lydia grabbed her drink and squeezed your shoulder with her other hand. “I’ll see you back there, sweetie.”

You smiled and nodded at her before turning your eyes to Isaac. 

“So after about a year of fucking me over, you decide to talk to me, huh?” you started, cracking your neck and trying really hard not to let your fangs and claws show.

Isaac sighed. “Guess it was too hopeful of me to think you wouldn’t react like this,” he said. 

“Damn right you are.” Your drink soon arrived and you downed it quickly. You wished so badly that it was alcohol so that you could forget about Isaac’s stupid face.

“Look, Y/N,” he started, reaching his hand out to touch you, but pulling it back when he saw your glare, “I didn’t want to hurt you. I didn’t want my last memory to be of you looking upset in case I didn’t come back.”

You scoffed and shook your head. “You’re ridiculous, you know that? Well, here you go. You’re back a year later and I’m a lot more than fucking upset. I’m angry. No, no I’m pissed.” With that, you hopped off your chair and headed to the middle of the dance floor. 

You made it a point to dance with random strangers and grind along any guy that came your way.

It wasn’t too long after that Isaac came and grabbed you gently by your wrist, but by the look on his face, he was beyond angry. 

“Can we talk please?” he asked, furrowing his eyebrows at you. You planted your feet and quirked your eyebrow, expecting him to speak right then and there. “Outside.” 

Rolling your eyes, you allowed him to lead you outside, where the crisp air made you shiver. On instinct, Isaac draped his leather jacket over your shoulder.

You were about to take it off, but the look Isaac gave you made you stop.

As you leaned against the brick wall, he was standing across from you, his hands stuffed in his pockets and his eyes holding sadness. He looked like such a sad puppy. 

“I know I hurt you,” Isaac mumbled. He looked into your eyes and searched through them. “I would be pissed if this happened to me too, but please I’m asking for you to look deep down and forgive me.” He grabbed your hand and squeezed it tightly. “You’re my best friend. You have been there every step of the way with me. I know I haven’t been there for you every time, but I want to make it up to you. Losing Allison made me realize how much I needed to cherish everyone who came into my life, so I came back just for you.”

You felt tears well up in your eyes as you looked down at your connected hands. But you didn’t know if you could forgive him just yet. He had broken your heart and taken it away, but he wasn’t willing to give you his heart. “I don’t know, Isaac. I’ve been hurt way too much by you leaving.”

Isaac looked like he was about to cry, but he blinked away the tears and released a deep breath. “I love you,” he whispered. “And I’m not just saying it. I’ve loved you ever since I first saw you. Why didn’t I do anything? Because I was scared I would hurt you the way I did just now. I just want to make it up to you. Would you let me do that?”

You bit your lip and chewed thoughtfully on it. “Okay,” you finally whispered.

Isaac smiled and pulled you close to him in a hug. He placed his chin on the top of your head and rubbed your back with his hands. “Thank you,” he whispered, kissing your hairline. “Thank you so much.”

8

Graceland - Parallels
Mike  / 1x02 & 3x05

Mike’s morning routine