she believed in chris

Imagine Chris fulfilling his promise.

A/N: Yes, got this finished before I head out for the day. Thank God the time zones mess with my sleep schedule, right? 😂 This is a request from @ateliefloresdaprimavera. I hope you like it, love. I did, it’s honestly so cute. ❤️ And I love Mckenna, she’s really a doll. I can’t wait to watch ‘Gifted’, I’m going to sob like a baby.

Chris’ head titled as he watched you with a smile on his lips; he still couldn’t believe that he finally got to meet you in person. You’d both been in attendance of the same award shows and parties before, but he’d never gotten to chance to cross paths with you. It wasn’t until the 89th annual Oscars, at the Vanity Fair after party, that he finally caught you. You were talking to Octavia Spencer, who was a dear enough friend to Chris for him to butt into the conversation and introduce himself to you. The second your hands touch, Octavia excused herself. The look of adoration in Chris’ eyes did not go unnoticed, by you or Octavia. You were a fan of Chris’ so you’d heard him talk about how much he liked you on his interviews which was incredibly flattering, and as for Octavia- Chris had told her numerous time that he’d kill for a chance to speak with you; she wanted to get out of there before he killed her.

“You’re staring again,” you said and chuckled when Chris darted his gaze away. “I’m teasing,” you laughed and placed a hand on Chris’. “You’re fine. I like it when you stare, it’s very flattering.” He smiled and turned his hand palm up, entwining his fingers with yours. “So this is Chris Evans flirting, huh?”

“Actually,” he chuckled. “This is Chris Evans trying very hard not to freak out.” You smiled, brushing your thumb over his hand. “I’m so honored to be in your company, like you have no idea how happy I am right now.” You felt yourself blush. “You’re just such an amazing person, Y/N. This is the first time I’ve officially met you and I can say without a doubt that I’m in-love with you already.”

“Okay,” you chuckled, “I’m not that amazing.”

“I’d beg to differ,” he smiled. “You are that amazing.”

“You just met me, Chris. Are you seriously that sure about me already?” You quizzed and he nodded, smiling. “Oh please,” you giggled. “You think you know me, but you just know the person I portray when I’m in public. When you take me out on that date, you’re going to realize that I’m not all that and you’re going to get over this little crush you have on me.”

“That’s not going to happen,” he shook his head, chuckling. “Because sweetheart,” he pulled your hand to his lips and mumbled into your skin, “I’m going to marry you one day.” You laughed and nodded mockingly. “Just you wait and see,” he winked.
• • • • • • • •
You sat backstage with Lisa and Mckenna’s mom at the Ellen show where Chris and McKenna were being interviewed for their upcoming movie, ‘Gifted’. You smiled as you watched your husband through the TV, enjoying his interaction with Mckenna as you subconsciously smoothed your hand over your small baby bump. He was just going to be the greatest father when your child came along and you couldn’t wait until your little one arrived.

“Was it fun working with this guy here?”

“Yes,” Mckenna looked over at Chris, smiling. “We were always singing and dancing and he’s so nice. He has such a kind heart. He’s always doing charity and…” She trailed off, giving Chris time to respond to her sweetness.

“I pay her,” Chris chuckled, waving it off though he thought it was a huge deal that Mckenna liked him so much. It gave him a glimpse of the life he was about to have with you, hoping his own child would adore him as much as his on screen one did. “It’s not a big deal.”

“You know what’s a big deal though,” Ellen began, smiling because she too was incredibly happy for you and Chris. “You’re going to be a dad soon,” she said. Immediately Chris smiled and Mckenna clapped, bouncing excitedly in her seat. “Your lovely wife, Y/N, who is someone I absolutely adore.” Chris nodded, his smile growing wider with each second. “She’s how many weeks now?”

“She’s about fourteen weeks, so um- we’ve still got a while to go before the baby comes,” Chris answered. “We’re very excited, yeah. It’s been a long time coming, I’ve been waiting for this moment for what seems like forever.”

“Yeah,” Ellen chuckled. “I think she said the last time she was on the show- I believe it was your second wedding anniversary?” She quizzed and Chris nodded. “She said that you actually told her you were going to marry her the night you met her.”

“Uh…” Chris chuckled, scratching the back of his neck. “Yeah, I did.” He nodded and the audience clapped. “Um- She’s just one of those amazing people that you have a small window of opportunity with, y'know? I’ve been waiting for a chance to speak with her for so long that when I finally got it, I knew I wasn’t going to let it get away. She’s the one,” he shrugged, smiling. “Um-” He glanced over his shoulder when the audience clapped; Ellen had put photos of the two of you up on the screen. “Yeah, she’s beautiful and perfect and- I’m just the luckiest man on the planet.”

“Awwww,” Mckenna cooed, making Chris laugh. “That’s so sweet! You see what I mean? He has such a kind heart! He’s such a nice person, Ellen,” she told Ellen who nodded in agreement. “I just think he’s going to be the best dad and Y/N is going to be the best mom. They’re so lovely and I really like them together.”

“Aw,” Chris laughed, wrapping an arm around Mckenna, “you’re such a sweetheart. Y/N and I love her, we’ve told her parents numerous times that we’d gladly take her in if ever something happened to them.” Everyone laughed; you looked over at Mckenna’s mom, smiling, and she chuckled. “I just hope that my child loves me as much as this one.”

“Oh, of course!” Mckenna looked shocked that Chris would even say that. “Chris, you’re going to be so amazing as a dad and your baby is going to love you so much.” Chris smiled. “Trust me, you’re so much fun. There’s no way that your baby is going to love you any less than I do.”

“I agree,” Ellen nodded. “Both you and Y/N are going to be amazing parents. I wish you all the best and I urge everyone to watch ‘Gifted’ which comes out on 12th of April! The movie is absolutely amazing, the two leads are just so incredibly talented.” Chris and Mckenna smiled at each other before turning to the audience. “Chris Evans and Mckenna Grace, everyone!”
• • • • • • • •
“Hey you,” you smiled at Chris when he entered the green room with Mckenna by his side; she ran over to her mom to talk about how well she did. Chris, on the other hand, smiled and walked over to you, pulling you to your feet to hug you. “You did so good, baby. The tap dancing was top-notch,” you teased and he chuckled.

“Thank you for marrying me,” he whispered into your hair after pressing a kiss to your head. “I don’t know where my life would be if you didn’t say yes. I definitely wouldn’t be as happy as I am now, and-” he pulled away to place his hand on your bump. “I wouldn’t be a father.”

“You’re going to be an amazing father,” you smiled and placed your hand over his. “And I believe I’m the one who should say thank you. We wouldn’t be here if it weren’t for you, Chris. So thank you,” you wrapped your arms around his neck and his hands landed on your waist. “Thank you for fulfilling your promise to marry me one day.”

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Eva Mohn is horribly upset. 

She’s tired of the lies being thrown her way. 

“I can’t today, Eva,” he said. 

“Sorry, just going to hang out with the Riots, tonight,” he said. 

Fine, Chris Schistad can do whatever the fuck he wants but she doesn’t want him lying to her. She doesn’t want to find his tongue down another girl’s throat at a party when he said he wasn’t going to any.

Eva and Chris aren’t dating. Eva knows that. But lying is another thing. 

Why did she take this so personally? Eva could not possibly have feelings for the despicable Christoffer Schistad! Eva is Noora Saetre’s best friend and Noora has taught her that ‘fuckboys’ aren’t worth it. 

So, why does her heart crack under the pressure of her feelings when she sees him with someone else? 

Why is her mind plagued with the thoughts of her not being good enough as the other girls he makes out with and him not wanting her and her not being good enough for him? Should Eva just stop? 

Out of anger, she believes she should slap Chris and end whatever this is between them. But then she tells herself that it’s better to talk it out.. see where he’s coming from. See if there’s a reason? 

Eva is still staring at him, from across the room. 

He said he was not coming…

Chris’s hands are over a girl, as his lips roughly press kisses to her body. The music isn’t loud enough to block out the negative feelings crawling inside her. 

Nothing is enough. 

The alcohol coursing through her system isn’t enough. Girl Chris cracking her usual jokes isn’t enough. 

She sees red and she sees blue. 

Ugh, she thinks. He’s wearing that stupid t-shirt

The girl drapes across him is playing with the zipper Eva always plays with. 

And that’s when Eva looses it. 

She’s not even going to apologize for wanting to be the only person who gets to play with that zipper. 

And as she’s storming her way to the other side of the room, her feelings finally become clearly. 

Eva Mohn likes Chris Schistad and she’s fucked because of it. 

Chris wasn’t expecting Eva to be here. he really wasn’t. So, when he felt her hand turn him around, her Eva smell filling his nostrils, he freaks out. The girl he was with left as soon as Eva came. 

She knows better than not come in the way of Eva and Chris. 

He freaks out completely because she is so going to murder him. 

And being Penetrator Chris, he smashed his lips to hers, pulling her jeans clad body to him. 

The fireworks are instantly set off between them and, fuck, why? 

When Chris was kissing that other girl a few minutes ago, it didn’t feel half as good as this. So, why? 

His lips do things to Eva. It makes her mind fog up, so she’s not even able to comprehend the situation. Her judgements become so clouded, she’d take drugs in an instant, if given. 

So, yes, that’s what it’s kind of like to kiss Christoffer Schistad. 

Or is it only kissing him? A voice makes her overthink. 

But, no! She’s supposed to be furious with him! Yes, that’s what she’s supposed to do. 

So, mustering enough strength - Chris makes her weak at her knees- she shoves him off her. 

“Eva . .” Chris mumbles, trying to kiss her again. But Eva swats his hands away and then grabs his wrist, dragging him down the hallway, where drunk teenagers are desperately making out. 

She quickly pulls him into the - thankfully - empty room. 

Not understanding where she’s coming from - except for the fact of her catching his lie - Chris smirks. “I thought that Friday nights were reserved for making out only. .” 

“DON’T YOU FUCKING DARE, CHRISTOFFER!” Eva yells, shoving him. “You lied to me! You fucking lied, you asshole!” 

Chris looks at her shocked. Tears brim her eyes and he feels something churn him. 

Suddenly, Chris understands that feeling as concern. He doesn’t want her crying over him. Especially him. But girls have cried before him . . Iben cried when they broke up but he didn’t approach her. 

What is it that Eva Mohn has of him? 

“You told me you were going to hang out with your friends,” Eva accuses, her voice much softer now. Her voice trembled as her brain replayed what she’d seen. “I don’t need you, Christoffer.” 

And when she said that, it wasn’t one heart that broke . . it was two. 

They both feel as if a sudden weight had been dropped on their shoulders and there is a fierce ache spreading across their chest. 

“You should’ve just said it, alright. I don’t need you,” Eva says, poking a finger at his chest. “I don’t need you or your stupid lies. You played me.” 

And Chris opens his mouth to say something. But his throat feels dry and he hoarsely whispers, “Eva, I –” 

“Who the fuck do you think you are?” Eva raises her voice a little. “You think you can play me and walk away? Guess what, you can’t! You can’t fucking lie to me and expect I won’t be mad at you!” 

“I lied to you for a reason, Eva Kviig Mohn, alrigh’!” 

“I don’t need your pathetic excuses right now, Schistad!” 

“Oh, really?” taunts Chris, grabbing her waist. He turns their bodies and slams her straight up against the wall, his hips digging into hers. “Didn’t you think there would be a reason for my lying?” His lips are now pressed softly against her jawline. 

“Don’t fuck with me, Chris,” Eva hotly whispers into his ear. 

“I needed to get away from you.” 

“By lying?” 

“The only way I wouldn’t directly hurt you.” 

Eva pushes him away for the third time. 

“You fucker! ‘Wouldn’t hurt me’! What? I fucking saw you with that girl and you thought that I wouldn’t directly be hurt?” 

“I lied for a good reason, okay!” 

Really? Oh, please, do tell me!” 

“Because being around you does things to me! Things I can’t handle! And staying away from you was helping!” 

Eva stops, her eyes wide. 

Chris has no idea what he said means. He has no idea that he just admited to liking her - implied, of course. 

And Eva tries to ignore the jumps in her heart. She tries to ignore the smile breaking onto her face. 

Chris is confused. . what did he say? 

But before he can have any realisations, Eva’s grabbed the back of his head and pulled him to her. She quickly angles her head and kisses him, trying to help relieve herself of the feeling building up in her heart. 

Chris doesn’t think much, on his part. He hoists her up and presses her against the wall. Groaning, he rocks his hips forward, eliciting a well-earned moan from Eva’s mouth. To satisfy himself even more, he repeats the action, earning the same response. 

With his hips holding her firm in place, his hands push her t-shirt up and he kisses her right above her heart. 

Eva takes her t-shirt off and throws it across the room, not caring. Getting back on her feet, she unbuckles his belt and unbottons his pants. She doesn’t have time to pull them down because Chris steps into the space between her legs and crafts a love bite onto her neck. 

“You and me, Eva,” Chris growls, leading her to the bed. 

Eva’s heart flips. And he isn’t giving her false hope. No, he’s actually saying something true. And she’s so grateful. 

Eva didn’t expect to be the girl to change Chris. She just wanted the countless amounts of good sex. But . . things change. 

Just as he sets her down, Eva chuckles, whispering, “Do you have any idea what you’ve just said?” 


TiA In Action.

“If we pretend what this black woman says is genuine and racist, that means we can say all the racist stuff about black people we secretly believe and still act like we have the moral high ground!”

In context, she was mocking a fascist who believes in white genocide:

You’re my favorite song

Prompt: This by Ed Sheeran? Or lucky by Jason Mraz? For the song imagines?

A/N: I love those songs, and I couldn’t decide for one, so I made a mashup, sort of. Send requests, I hope you like this one. Sorry for the crappy title. 

Warnings: fluff.


I’m not a funny girl, I just say stuff. On the other hand, I’m quite clumsy and very spontaneous. Those abilities were part of the decision of giving me a radio show. I had worked hard for it, I loved the idea of being part of the laughs in the middle of the rush hour. I liked make people happy.

“Hey, babe, how’s it going?” Chris asked. I smiled. This man made my clumsiness and fan girl goes from zero to one thousand. He was just getting home after a long, long press tour. Well, it was two weeks that felt like forever.

“I’m still at work. Missing you. And also about to go crazy because today’s guest decided to cancel” I sighed. I heard his amusing laugh.

“Hey, it’s not funny! I have thirty minutes or less to get someone in the show. I should actually hang up. I’ll see you in a bit, because I’m going to lose my job, yay! Love you”

“You’re crazy, woman. I love you too”. After that, I started to scroll on my contacts list. Shit. I was so screwed.

“Y/n? We have someone, he’s going to be here soon” my producer told, I sighed.

“That’s good! Who am I going to introduce?” he smiled.

“Chris Evans”


“You set me up!” I told him when I saw him walking on the studio. He didn’t pay attention to my complaining. He grabbed me and kissed me. it was one of those kissed. Where your jead goes backward, his hands around my waist. He smiled against my lips. Yep. It was one of those kiss that takes you back to life.

“I missed you so much, I wanted to see you as soon as possible. Can you blame a man that it’s so in love?” I smiled and put my arms around his neck. I was so hypnotized by him.

“Of course not” he leaned and almost touch my lips.

“On air in one minute” I heard someone. He kissed my forehead and grabbed my hand. This was going to be interesting.


“And that was the amazing Adele, I’m such a fan. But you already knew that since I play in every block. Also, there’s someone that knows that, our today’s guest, the one and only, just like Adele’s song, Chris Evans. Welcome, captain” I said. He laughed.

“Thank you for having me and I do. I know that. God” he sighed “I know that” he repeated and we both laughed.

“Hello, everyone, this is y/n in the company of Chris Evans who turns out to have another blockbuster” I added and the phones started to ring like crazy.

“It’s not a big deal. But it’s a great movie. You should go to watch it”

“Oh, I’d love to, but my boyfriend’s never here, can you believe that? I can’t go to the movies without him”

“Bastard!” he replied.

“Alright, Chris, let’s take a call. Hello, this is y/n and Chris Evans”

“Oh my God, you’re like the cutest couple ever, you’re relationship goals forever” a girl said almost too fast. Was she even breathing?

“Well, have you seen her? She’s got the cutest on her own, I just smile” Chris spoke. I felt an “aww” running through my body.

“I agree. What’s your name, doll?”


“Hello, Sara” we both said.

“Oh, my God. I can’t believe this” she started again and Chris laughed.

“To make it more believable, ask anything you’d like to know” I added. I admired Chris, even when he was sitting a bit away from me, he was in the right spot to be looked at. He was wearing his Boston cap, old jeans and grown beard.

“How did you realize you were in love with her, Chris?” I wide-opened my eyes.

“Yeah, Chris? How did you?” I cheered and put my elbow in the table and used my hand as support for my face.

“That’s easy. She was making pancakes. I remember that day. I got straight to her home after a while of being away. We never missed communication. We always talked on the phone and in one conversation, I told her that I wanted to bad pancakes. So, when I got to her place. She’d invited me for dinner. And that was our dinner. I loved how she was dancing while cooking. I felt like I could watch that forever, you know? And knowing that she’d take care of me through the smallest details was just wonderful” I was looking at him while I held my breath. I remembered that moment. We were friends back then. He was just getting started with the whole Captain America phenomenon.

“Oh, my God! That’s like the sweetest story ever, guys, congratulations”

“Thank you!” we spoke at the same time.

“Alright, I bet you still have a lot of questions, but let’s move to the music. Here’s Ed Sheeran with his newest hit, we’ll be back, don’t move!” the on air sign turned off. I sighed. I stood up just to kiss Chris. I heard a bunch of awwws and I smiled against his lips.

“I didn’t know”

“That’s how I remember you when I’m away”

“That happened when we were best friends” I added. He smiled.

“I know, it’s funny, huh? I guess I realized how happy and lucky I was to have you in my life even when I was overseas, but I confirmed it that very moment” I kissed him and got back to my place when I saw the signs of my producer.

“And we’re back as I promised. Here’s Chris Evans as my secretary, so make your calls, let’s see who’s on the line, hello?” I spoke fast.

“Hello, this is Anna”

“Hey, Anna? How are you?” Chris asked.

“Great, I can’t believe I’m talking to you!”

“Well, you are!” he laughed and settled on his chair. His hand ran through his beard. He was playing with a bottle of water.

“But, the question is for y/n” I threw my hands in the air.

“Ha! In your face, Evans. Shoot, Anna” I laughed while I looked at Chris.

“What is like being in love with Chris Evans?” I thought my answer.

“Well, it’s very easy. Before getting into this relationship, we had a friendship, so we already knew all the crap that makes relationships fall apart. And he is different from most men I know. I realized that this is what actually feels like falling in love. He has shown me when someone cares, that love it’s not only about making sacrifices. It’s taking risks together, growing together, and being silly together. He’s easy to love. And come on! Have you seen him?” I laughed.

“Anna?” he questioned. “I’m going to kiss my girlfriend, because I love how corny she is and how red her cheeks are turning” now, he stood up and kissed.

“You’re so sweet!” she screamed.

“Thank you, hope you call soon, honey!” I added. God. This was so crazy. But I knew something for sure. He was my mate. My better half.

“What?” he asked.

“Nothing, I just love you” I said “and I just said that on air. Let’s go to commercials, we’ll be back with the newest, coolest, Adelest hits.”

“I love you too!” Chris screamed before we were off air.

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can you please post "How Lucky You Are Sana" on tumblr? thanks!!

Haha okay nonnie, here ya go:


Sana can’t quite believe her eyes.

She was walking out of German class with Chris when she sees him, standing in the hallway, leaning against the lockers.

When Yousef spots her he exhales, as though he’s been holding his breath till his eyes finally found her.

For a second she freezes completely, not knowing what to do or say, rooted to her spot as they stare at each other from across the hallway.

Then she snaps and says a hasty goodbye to Chris, who’s still looking back and forth between the two of them. She strides towards him and cuts to the chase.

“What are you doing here?”

He’s a bit taken aback by the brusque tone but tries not to let it get to him.

“Sana, I just-“

A groups of boys erupt into laughter as one of them slips and falls on a banana peel and both Sana and Yousef frown at the noise.

She looks back at him and then starts marching toward the nearest empty classroom. He follows and tries to keep up with her pace.

He quietly closes the door behind him and Sana’s already standing at the windowsill, all the way across the room, arms folded, lips pursed.

Her defensive stance makes him falter for a second. He leans against the door and after a few moments, begins again.

“Sana I just wanted to talk.”

“About what?”

She really wasn’t going to make this easy was she?

“You’ve been ignoring me. Ever since…ever since I told you…”

She cuts him off. “I haven’t been ignoring you. This is my third year, I’m incredibly busy with school and the russbus, I just don’t have time for other things.”

No time to even reply with a simple ‘okay’ to seven messages left on read.

Some of the fire in her eyes must’ve rubbed off on him because he says, “I’m not stupid Sana.”

And that does it for her.

There is this feeling, that had been building up inside her, for quite some time. It would rise to the surface and she would suppress it, every time one of her friends made an ignorant comment, every time she had to deal with another Islamophobe, every time all the people around her pretended that she was some sort of fucking robot with no feelings and no heart and no soul.

Well screw them all.

“Stupid? Oh no Yousef, I don’t think you’re stupid at all. I think you’re too smart, too observant, too nice (to me) for your own good. You know exactly why I didn’t reply to your messages.”

The doorknob pushes into his back as he recedes further away from her.

“So what? We can’t even be friends now? You won’t even talk to me because we have different beliefs? I didn’t expect that from you Sana.”

Yesterday, when Noora had talked about Yousef, she had felt that those words at the tip of her tongue, trapped in her throat, hiding under her fake smile, waiting to erupt and reveal the truth once and for all.

Now, in front of Yousef himself, she can’t hold it back anymore.

“Friends?! Yousef if you haven’t noticed, none of my friends believe what I believe. None of them know what I’m going through and none of them understand, but I’m still friends with them. But you?”

Her voice cracks and she takes a deep, staggering breath. “I can’t be just friends with you.”

And there it was. Her confession. She couldn’t make it any clearer and judging by the expression on his face she didn’t need to.

He presses his palms to his eyes and holds them there for a few moments, while she looks everywhere but at him.

Yousef finally looks up. “I understand.”

He shakes his head and softly laughs to himself, as if wondering how he ever thought this thing between them would’ve worked out. It’s the saddest smile she’s ever seen.

“Take care Sana.”

The door shuts behind him.

The silence brings her no comfort. Wasn’t she supposed to feel light and free after pouring her heart out? Instead, all she feels is tired.

Sana turns around and presses her forehead against the cold window. She closes her eyes and scoffs.

If only.

If only what Noora had said had been true.

You are so lucky. You don’t have to worry about all those things. Heartbreak and stuff.

Lucky indeed.


Grace-Chapter 12

Madison huffed and crossed her arms over her chest. “You better have bought a dog house big enough for you to sleep in.”

“Oh c’mon, Maddie.” Chris chuckled. “He’ll help Grace sleep at night. Every girl needs a dog.”

“It’s every boy needs a dog,” Madison huffed, “And I can’t take care of a puppy. Especially a golden retriever! They chew everything, Chris!”

“But he’s so cute!” Chris held the puppy up to her face.

“All puppies are! Oh my God, Chris, do not tell me that puppy has a dog tag that’s a Captain America shield.” She rubbed her forehead.

“His name is Mushu.” Chris said setting the puppy on his living room floor.

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Chris Jericho x Reader

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Originally posted by frentique

He didn’t like this at all. For weeks now Y/N was even quieter than before. She seemed to be sad all the time and wasn’t smiling at all anymore. Something was bothering her and it drove Chris wild to not know what was wrong. He would do something, anything just to see her smile again. When he saw her standing infront of the schedule by herself he took his opportunity.

“Hey sweetcheeks, what’s the matter with you these days?” Y/N looked around, not sure if Chris meant her.

“Me?” she asked dumbfounded.

“Who else could I be calling sweetcheeks if not you?” he grinned.

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“I was waiting for a good occasion to use this one.”

“C'mon,” she said, not commenting on the cheesy line he just served her. “Give me this, the ice’s melted,” she told him, taking back the bag. His eye seemed to be normal again, at least it didn’t swell too much.

Chris reminded her that he had to leave and get home. He had promised he would watch after his little sister tonight so his parents could go to the cinema. He saw her expression change when he mentioned his family, as if she thought he would just go home and play Xbox or go partying as soon as he left.

“Do you want a clean shirt?” She asked.

“And wear something one of your one night stands forgot? No thanks,” he declined, a bit offended that she would want to lend him that.

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Originally posted by teenwolf--imagines

requested by an anon who made me sooo excited to write it!!
warnings: swearing
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I was excitedly running into the apartment complex Id been in and out of a million times before.  But tonight I was smiling so wide that I was worried the doorman wouldn’t recognize me.

“Afternoon y/n” Wallace said, tipping his hat and showing some of his sprouting white hair.  “What a large bunch of balloons and flowers you’ve got there”

“Afternoon Wallace” I nodded back, and picked out a blue balloon.  I walked over and tied it to the post he was stood next to.

“Why thank you” He said, smiling back at me.  I chuckled and nodded.

“It’s Allison’s birthday” I told him, and his brows raised.

“And what have you got planned for the lovely lady?” I smiled a devious little grin.

“A whole day of fun” I said, and his mouth made an ‘o’ as he did that elderly little ‘oohhoo’ sound.  I laughed as he did and nodded my head.  “Well turning eighteen is a very big deal”

“Big party planned?”

“Well sort of, but that’s tomorrow night” I said with a little shrug.  “Today’s just me and her” I winked over dramatically and Wallace rolled his eyes.

“You youngsters and your sexing” I laughed a little louder at him, shaking my own head at his wording.

“I’ll see you around later Wally”

“Have a good day y/n.  Wish miss Argent a happy birthday for me” I saluted him in answer as I walked off to the elevators.  Pushing the 3 button was slightly difficult with one hand holding an abundance of balloons, and a large bouquet of roses and daisies in the other.  But somehow I was able to, and I was lucky because no one else got into the elevator.  When I reached the floor, I walked down the hallways  to the memorized door, not even having to check the number on the door.  I just pulled the key out of the pocket in my jacket, and unlocked it.

“y/n!” Chris Argent was sitting there at the kitchen table, a newspaper in his hands.

“Hi Mr Argent” i said with a big smile.

“So many… balloons and flowers” He said, smiling a little.

“Want one?” He chuckled shortly and shook his head.

“I’m alright y/n” He said.  “Allison’s in her room” I smiled and quickly walked down the hallway.  I opened up her door, carrying in all my items.

“Happy birthday!” I grinned.  I only got a groan in response.

The girl was still in bed.  Wrapped up in blankets and nearly asleep.  But I do believe I just woke her up.


“Well good morning sunshine” I chuckled, walking over to her.  She yawned and sat up on her elbows.

“What time is it?” She asked, rubbing her eyes with her fists.

“Five o’clock dear.  Have you slept all day?” She shook her head.

“No.. no I was up earlier.. Dad made me breakfast” She sat up fully and finger combed her hair.  “Sorry.. did we plan something tonight?”

“Nope.  But I’ve got a surprise for you babe” I said, kissing her nose quickly.  “Now come on, get dressed” She yawned again, and her eyes landed on the balloons and flowers in my hands.

“Are those for me?” She asked, smiling big.  I nodded, and she took the flowers, smelling them immediately.  “There are vases in the second cabinet in the kitchen, put these in water for me while I get changed?” She asked, and I nodded.

“Absolutely” I set the balloons on her desk, placing the rock they were tied to on top of a stack of papers.  Then I went out to the kitchen with the roses and tulips.

“Vases are in the second cabinet” He said, and I nodded, picking out a pretty one and filling it with water.

“Alli told me you made her breakfast”

“I did indeed, homemade french toast and scrambled eggs.  Try beating that.  Because no birthday date can top it”

“Oh really?” I asked, raising a brow.

“Allison’s a daddy’s girl”

“Not when she’s in bed” I winked, and he gagged.

“You do realize that’s my daughter you’re talking about” He said, both brows raised as he folded up his newspaper.

“What’re we saying about me?” Allison asked as she walked out.  I was putting the flowers in the vase as she stood next to her father.

“Oh, your girlfriend here was just giving me a nice update on parts of your relationship that I don’t need to be hearing” Allison giggled.

“What?” I asked innocently, and she just shook her head at me.

“Dad, y/n will tell anyone who’ll listen.  So don’t believe a thing she says” My jaw dropped as Chris laughed.

“Trust me.  I’ll try to forget it as soon as I can” He said.

“Okay okay enough making fun of me can we go now?” I asked, and Allison laughed.

“Yes, we can go now” She said.

“I’ll bring her back at… well at some point” Chris just waved his hand dismissively, already going back to his newspaper.

“I’m not worried.  As far as I care, neither of you can get pregnant” He said as we walked out of the door.  When it closed Allison and I burst into a fit of laughter.

“By the way, I have never lied about our night life” I said with a smirk.  Allison winked.

“He doesn’t know that” She said as we got into the elevator.  “So tell me, wonderful and perfect girlfriend, what do you have in store for the night?” I chuckled.

“Kissing up to me is not going to get you any answers.  It’s a surprise” I said, and she sighed.  When we got out of the elevator, Wally saw us and grinned big.

“I see miss y/n was able to snatch you up” He said as we passed him.

“Yep.  Stole me right from my nap too” Allison replied sassily.  Wallace laughed.

“Well y/n that’s no way to keep a girl around” I waved a nonchalant hand, making a pft sound.

“Alli would never leave me”

“Oh I wouldn’t?” Again he laughed at her snarky response.

“Why of course not.  You think you could ever find someone better than this?” I asked, gesturing to myself.  She laughed and shook her head before linking her arm through mine.

“Come on hotshot”

On the drive to the theme park, I learned two things.

One: Allison looked amazing no matter what.  She was in an old sweatshirt of mine from when I played track, and leggings.  She was flawless.

Two: She hated blindfolds.  No, she really hated blindfolds.

“It’s just a little further” I said calmly as I entered the parking lot.

“Are we here now? Can I take this off?”

“Ask again and next time I’ll tie you up too” I said, finding a space to park in.  She pouted.  I only smiled because I knew she couldn’t see me.  She made a groan but must’ve realized when I parked the car.

“I don’t want to ask” She stated, bouncing her leg.  I giggled and reached over the control center to unbuckle her seat belt.

“You wait here, I’ll get out and help you out” I said quickly, before grabbing the keys and hopping out of the car.  I hastily made my way around and opened her door.  “It’s me” I announced, and reached out for her hand.  “Okay, step” Allison managed to get out of the car without tripping or hitting her head.  I closed her door.

“I will fall you know, if you keep me blindfolded” I chuckled.

“Well then I’ll be here to catch you”

“Not if I drag you down with me” I laughed again, and her arm hooking around mine as we made our way up to the entrance.  “I hear… carnival music” Her lips turned up into a big beautiful smile, and I squeezed her arm.  “It smells like…”

“Two tickets please” I said to the man working the entry booth.  I gave him the ten bucks it costed, and he slid me two red plastic bracelets.  I clipped Allison’s on.

“Popcorn and cotton candy” Her smile only grew bigger while I put on my bracelet.  I reached up then to take off her blindfold.  As soon as I untied it she squealed quietly as she looked all over the carnival ground.

“It’s the Beacon Hills Spring Festival” I said and smiled sheepishly.  “It’s the last night they’re in town and I thought you’d like to com-” She reached forward, cupping my face and pressing a long kiss to my lips.

“You’re amazing” She said happily, and I took her hand in mine, the both of us already heading to get a huge bag of cotton candy.

“Oh, I know” I said with a wink.

“Cocky too” She snorted.

After we’d eaten our bag and played some shitty games that ended up winning us a small stuffed dog that was bound to rip before next week, we wandered around.  We spent a lot of time taking pictures with clowns, and even got airbrush tattoos on our wrists.  Allison had always wanted an anchor tattoo on her wrist, with two intersecting arrows going through it.  So that’s what she ended up getting.  I got a single horizontal arrow on my wrist, and when I held her hand, it pointed to her.  I thought it was romantic.  She thought it was cute.

“Where else do we have to go?” She asked me, and I looked over the small paper map in my hands.

“We can go to the mirror maze, and the photobooth?” I offered, and she grinned, squeezing my hand as se pulled me into the house.  We laughed, making weird faces in the bent and curved mirrors.  She took a bunch more pictures, and when we’d reached the end, we were both in a fit of giggles from all the wonky looks we’d had.

“Come on, let’s go take pictures” She said, tugging on my arm again.  I nodded, and opened up the curtain for her to go in.  Then I slid in next to her.  I put in the five bucks and right away we grinned at the camera, letting it snap a normal picture.

“Here, let’s use these” I pulled out giant sunglasses from the prop box, and put a pair on her, and one on me.  We made jazz hands as that picture was taken.  We took off our sunglasses and tossed them back into the box.  “Okay maybe we can-” She turned my chin and kissed me softly.  I heard the camera snap, and smiled against her mouth.  “Well that’ll make for a nice picture” I hummed, and she nodded, smiling back at me, and her eyes twinkled.  The last picture was taken, and I kissed her quickly before opening up the curtain.  I grabbed the photostrip excitedly.  Allison grabbed the extra copy, and was grinning as she looked at it.

“We’re the cutest” She said, and I chuckled, kissing her cheek and sliding the pictures into my purse.

“Come on” I said softly, nodding my head over to the ferris wheel.  “Let’s end the night in the most cliche way possible” Allison giggled and nodded as we made our way up to the line.  It was pretty short, so luckily we wouldn’t have to wait long.

“I’ve liked the cliche carnival date” Allison said as I leaned back against the railing.  She stepped forward, holding a hand in each of hers.

“Good.  I have too” I smiled, and she kissed me gently.

“Next” The bored and aging carnival worker said monotone, making me giggle as we parted and walked into the gondola.  We set all our things, consisting of a stuffed dog, half a bag of cotton candy, two purses, and Allison’s shoes.  I sat down on one side and she took the spot next to me.  The ride started up and she leaned her head on my shoulder.

“You want a picture?” I asked softly, and she shook head.

“No, no I just wanna enjoy this moment” I smiled and rubbed my hand up and down her shoulder.

“Happy birthday Allison” I turned my head to kiss her forehead.

“Thanks y/n” She replied.  I kissed her forehead again, then tilted down to peck the bridge of her nose, the tip of her nose, and eventually our lips found each other.  She hummed, slowly wrapping her arms around my neck and I pulled her closer.  When she pulled away, she gave me that sweet Allison Argent smile.  “I love you” She whispered, and I hooked my finger under her chin.

“I love you too” I murmured back.  “Happy birthday baby” She nuzzled her head into my collar bone, right under my chin.  I pulled her close again, running my fingers through her hair softly as we reached the top of the ferris wheel.

It was such a beautiful sight.

And no, I didn’t mean the view of the city.

here’s somethin tiny and cute.  I love writing allison she’s such an angel heart eyes x10000

xoxo ~ jordie


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Having this apartment to myself is a blessing, I get to rest without my brother or any of his friends annoying me. Placing my plate on the table in front of me, I can say I enjoyed my own cooking today. Grabbing my glass of wine and sitting back on the couch, when I watch shit like this it always makes me think if prison is really like this, I would probably someone’s bitch in there “ugh, stupid bitch Piper” she gets on my nerves at times, to be honest these bitches get more action then I do. Sipping my wine, I need this wine after today. It’s hard saving lives I guess but it was a good day, I always question myself do I really want this but after all the hard work this is a blessing and I am happy. Looking down at myself, I should have really changed out of my uniform, luckily I have a fresh pair in my room but I was just wanting to leave that place, Bailey has been off work for a week. She did reply to one of my texts so I have been stuck on lunches with Daniel but he has been ok, not made any stupid suggestions as of yet but he keeps questioning me about Chris, I think he likes him more than I do, his gay self. Giggling to myself, he really likes Chris.

Stifling out a yawn, I am on my forth episode. Laying down on the corner couch, I must not fall asleep here because I can only imagine if Nathan brings his stupid friends home. The thought seeped into my mind once again, the point Daniel made about Chris wanting me to be one of his hoes, he said I am too good for him which was cute for him to say but I am not that big headed l to think that. I just want to meet a guy that likes me for me, not because of my eyes or how I look which Chris is looking at that. He has the cheek to text me an hour after to say send me a selfie, I ignored it but then he text me again saying sorry, I am being too quick. I was so confused, he has these outbursts and then apologises, but that is what he is used too. The females would have sent him a nude but not me, I don’t think so. He has been texting me, I give him stupidly blunt answers and he wanted me to come to his house and then he called me stuck up so I stopped texting him, what a blessing that was.

Feeling my head vibrating, blinking my eyes open “shit” I said to myself, seeing the TV switched off, and then looking at my body and the blanket on me. I fell asleep, reaching my hand under the pillow pulling my phone out, seeing the caller I.D. I am not ready to deal with Chris right now, luckily the call ended. I sighed out, looking at the time on my phone “damn” its two thirty in the morning, let me take my ass to bed. I need to wake up at seven, my phone vibrated in my hand again “he doesn’t give up, god” sitting up on the couch and pushing the blanket off my body, Nathan must be home. Stretching out my body, that felt good and Chris is still calling. Answering the call, this is the first time I have spoken to him on the phone because like I said, I ignore most of it “hello” oh god, my voice is horrible. I sound like a man “oh, was you sleeping?” he is clearly alive and doing his thing “kind of yes” scratching the back of my head “can you tell?” I sound horrible, I can’t even clear my throat because that is not lady like “a little, my bad. I don’t know why I called you so late, you usually ignore me” forget it, let me clear my throat “what makes you think that?” clearing my throat “because you been doing it since I got your number, I been thinking about you though” getting up from the couch “well, I can’t say the same but I know someone that is” let me just go to bed “oh really, who?” he questioned “Daniel, maybe you need to drop your number to him” Chris chuckled.

“You got jokes, let’s meet up though. I am free to anything, we do it on your terms because clearly you don’t listen to me” I am glad he is learning, he wants to meet up. Pulling a face “are you still there?” the phone went ever so silent “uhh yeah, well I am busy” am I really blowing him off “you being stuck up again” he spat, I scoffed “this is why we don’t get on” clearly I am not for him “you can’t say that, look. This shit is different for me too. You right, I get you. I can get any pussy right now but I want you, I just honestly like you, please give me a chance” I always feel guilty, closing my bedroom door behind me “what is my name on your phone? Be honest” he questioned so randomly “Maurice” I answered simply “I see, at least it ain’t asshole or something like that. But if you didn’t want to give me a chance then why did you name me Maurice on your phone” why is he like this “you know what, I can meet you. Starbucks in the morning at eight thirty” I am being awkward “which one?” he won’t come, he will be sleeping “138 central avenue” I picked the most busiest one so hopefully he will just say no, he does things at night “cool, you better get some sleep then” I was about to say that to him “bye then” I am half way taking my bra off right now “goodnight” he said so sweet, why is he being like this. The call disconnected and all I think is why me.

Luckily I don’t need to be in work until ten but I am behind schedule, I need a coffee and some me time, Starbucks and a book before work. Banging my car door shut, I usually come here about eight thirty but I am a little late. I didn’t have time to put makeup on, I only go to put my foundation on and do my eyebrows, not a great look with this uniform on. Not to mention the mess of my hair, my life is always a mess. Fixing my bag on my shoulder, I hope the queue is not long today. Stopping outside the door waiting for the guy to leave, he held the door open for me instead “thank you” flashing him a smile “pleasure” the older white man said, pervert I mentally said to myself. I look disgusting so I wish nobody looks at me.

Stood behind a few people, staring at the cakes in the window. They look delicious but I don’t need it, I did just have some toast but I am craving something sweet. Shaking my head looking away, let me not do that “hi, can I take your order?” the lady spoke smiling “hi, can I have a large caffe latte” she wrote it down “oh and sorry, make it a large” opening my bag, please let me have my purse with me “I’ll pay for this” I froze staring down into my bag, looking away from my bag and looking behind me “oh” is the only thing I said, my plan didn’t work “your name?” the lady said, turning my head towards her “Rylee” I spoke, what is he even doing here “I want this” he placed the bottle of water on the counter, this is so awkward.

I am actually sat across Chris, luckily upstairs in Starbucks it is really dead so nobody is here. Looking around us “you didn’t expect me to be here” he broke the silence between us both, he flashed me a smile, it was so cute “uhm no, honestly I expected you to be asleep. I look a mess and you’re sat across me, oh my god” hitting my forehead with my hand “you don’t look a mess, since when did you care if you look good? I feel you don’t like me anyways which I like” he is right I don’t “that is true” is the only thing I said, he got me there. Staring at the wall smiling “only shit like this happens to me, I always embarrass myself” Chris smiled at me, staring at me like he is enjoying this “you haven’t, you just didn’t think I would meet you. I don’t play around you see, I get annoyed because I can’t have my own way with you which makes me want you. I try and forget you but I really like you Rylee and I wish you would just let go” furrowing my eyebrows “let go? Chris I read everything, I hear so much about you” he shook his head “see you wrong there, you read the shit but did I do any of it? Not everyone with me I fuck, they are just there for my friends. I am wanting to get to know you, I have never done anything like this. I have never done this honestly, you’re beautiful though” he is making me blush now, looking down at my latte wide eyed.

What is life right now “you never know we might not be well matched” he shrugged “every girl you have been with have been in the same position as me, got in your life for being beautiful” Chris sniggered “you right, I won’t fault them. They are beautiful but they was open to every homie, I like the chase with you. I like that you look at me like I am an asshole, I just like the difference” tilting my head “do I have anything good besides the looks?” he keeps saying all the bad things about me “you’re beautiful, you won’t let me get to know you. I think somewhere you want to give me a chance, all I am saying is that you need to overlook what you see. You can call me Maurice, I don’t mind it” hearing my phone ringing in my bag, his eyes not leaving mine as I leaned to the side of me to get my phone. Why am I staring at him like he is me, blinking my eyes away to look at my phone “can I?” holding my phone up, he nodded his head.

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I wish I didn’t say yes to Rylee picking that phone up now, it’s that stupid nigga on the phone. Sipping my water staring at Rylee in annoyance, placing the water bottle down slowly. I could be doing this all wrong, maybe I am approaching this wrong but I am doing what I know, I am used to getting it easy. I can’t believe I am sat in Starbucks in the morning, I don’t know what it is but I feel something. I just can’t let it go, she barely needs makeup and I know behind this persona she is a good person. Just that I am an asshole and I do have females, well I have had a lot but I need to somehow show her that I am not like that, I want to try this “yes whatever Daniel, speak soon” Rylee disconnected the call “sorry” she said to me, I stayed silent because she don’t need to be sorry “I know I say this a lot, I am going to say it again but why me?” shifting in the chair, I don’t know why that group of people has sat so close to us. Bringing myself closer to Rylee “when I first saw you, you got me from there. I just want to get to know you, do it the real way” she don’t believe me “Chris Brown? The man with all the girls in the world wants little old me? A random girl from New Jersey that is a regular person, a nurse. You don’t want some girl with a big booty and titties? I find it hard to believe” biting on my bottom lip as a smile grew “I am a normal guy too you know, this is me. A normal nigga from Virginia, its lonely being Chris Brown” I sighed out “I can only imagine” I have no idea what I am doing with myself here, maybe I am a little out of my depth.

“You not going to drink that?” pointing at her Latte “must be cold now but because I paid for it, you need to drink it” we have been just sat in silence for so long “I was just daydreaming, don’t worry. I will drink it but I was thinking” I feel a little deflated because I have messed this up “let’s start again, I was being a bitch to you. Sorry, it’s just so hard to believe” watching Rylee take a sip of the latte and pulled a face “that I am a normal guy too? Just I have that attraction to you, but like I said we might not even be good for each other” behind all this fame I am just a normal guy, she needs to accept that “I’m Rylee” she said, squinting my eyes at her in confusion “you really need to get your own thing, I did that to you” shaking my head laughing “I’m Maurice” Rylee pulled a face “no, don’t. Just be yourself Chris, you made the effort of coming here in the morning. The least I can do is give you the chance” my face softened “is that because you feel sorry for me?” she shook her head “one Chris point for you” she held one finger up, raising an eyebrow “how many points until I get sex?” she put her hand down gasping “let me actually make that half a point, just because you said about my nipples that night” she reminded me “look, I just got excited” defending my actions, the cutest giggle left Rylee’ lips.

I am happy I got Rylee to smile “you ain’t answered my question, what do points get me?” I need to know this “some Rylee time and ten points does not get you sex” holding my hands up “understandable, so when do I get to see you next. Out of your work uniform” even though she looks so good in it “I don’t know yet, but you know what Chris. I am going to leave it to you, surprise me” I wish she didn’t “oh shit” rubbing my head “you tell me when you are free?” she looked down at her watch “I am late” she shot up, I got up from my seat “weekend, I am off” picking up my bottle and her latte, stepping closer to Rylee as she turned around from picking her bag up. She hit into my chest “oh, this is close” she always does this cute face, it is like she shouldn’t be doing this but she is “you taking this with you, I paid for it” she side eyed me taking the cold cup.

I am walking behind Rylee for a reason, her booty. She is funny though, she is cussing herself out for being late “is that your car? It’s a nice car” I said, she turned back to look at me “really? Compared to your beast” Rylee retorted. I smiled, looking ahead of her “watch-” I said about to grab her but she already hit into the street light “ahh, my face!!” she held her forehead “oh shit, you good?” trying to contain my smile, she turned around to me “go away, you’re laughing” she hit my arm “no, don’t be like that” grabbing Rylee’ arm before she walked off again “cool it” pulling Rylee into me, she moved her hand away from the side of her forehead “I think it is a little sore but you will live” she sighed out “I feel stupid” moving my hand away from her arm “you legit made my day, sorry. You’re funny. Are you ok to drive though?” Reluctantly I touched her forehead, thinking she was going to move her head away but she didn’t, feeling the lump “that hurts and stop wiping my foundation off” she said, moving my hand away and looking at my fingers “it’s still on and look” showing my fingers “nothing came off” I want to laugh so much at her stupidness, but I can’t right now.

My arm resting on Rylee’ car door “so the weekend yeah?” I said, Rylee buckled herself in “yeah, just nothing dangerous. I can’t deal with walking right” placing my hand over my mouth “you can laugh if you want” letting out a low chuckle “sorry” moving my hand “this what happens when you run away from me and then side eye me, I hope your head is ok though” she switched the engine on “I should be ok, take care though. See you soon” I don’t want her to go in a weird way, she is just a breath of fresh air, she is not fake and not doing shit to make me happy. Where has this woman been all of my life “text me back though, bye” moving back from the car, closing the door slowly. She really thought I wouldn’t come here, I wouldn’t come to see her when she has been on my mind all that time.

anonymous asked:

it kinda surprises me that ariana would've agreed to work with chris brown at all, knowing what she believes for women and what he's done ??

isn’t that a whole can of unopened worms

ariana works with the most disgusting people in the industry sometimes, and enjoys it. She’d work with Chris again. She prefers Kanye to Taylor, her and mac hang out casually with actual rapist Cee Lo Green, she’s worked with Future and Lil Wayne over a multitude of better progressive features.

Careful going down that hole because it’s dark and ugly in there. 

Let’s go back to talking about how Great Cashmere Cat and Sia are with Quit. 

anonymous asked:

Ok so there's this episode of catfish and basically this man was accused of child pornography for having pics of a 17 year old girl (he thought she was 18) it comes to light that there was a woman cat fishing both the man and young woman.... but the man and girl did meet in person or whatever... anyways I'm so confused cuz this man is STILL a pedophile if he thought he was with an 18 year old girl!!! And had nude pics!! Like what the fuck is wrong with people!!! I hate this world omg

Oh wow, so I looked up this episode and it’s pretty messed up. So a 33 year old woman was talking to a 17 year old girl and a 38 year old professional basketball player (Chris Anderson). The 17 year old believed she was sending nudes to the basketball player. Anderson believed he was getting nudes from an 18 year old. And then the woman who was catfishing them both started releasing the nudes and the girl’s mom called the cops… disgusting.

I hate the idea that being 18 would in any way make this situation less gross though. A 38 year old man has no business accepting nude photos of a teenager, that is really nasty. What a creepy man. 

This episode sounds very disturbing to watch, especially as most of the first stories I saw didn’t list the player’s name… People are always willing to cover up the despicable behavior of male athletes. 

Cornell's family disputes preliminary suicide finding | Chris Cornell

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Chris Cornell, left, and Vicky Karayiannis arrive at the US premiere of “The Promise” at the TCL Chinese Theatre on Wednesday, April 12, 2017, in Los Angeles.

Chris Cornell’s wife, Vicky, asked his bodyguard to check on him the night he died.

This is the door of room 1136 behind which tragic Chris Cornell spent the last few anguished minutes of his life alone, before committing suicide.

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summary: Chris Schistad has a sister whose friend(s) are very gossip-y, as in they like gossip. Chris and Eva’s “relationship” is a Big Deal. For a Chriseva fic they are very absent. 

Thank you @/someone for giving me this idea, i read someone’s hc but i don’t know whose anymore, if you happen to read this and you want idk credit or something, link me and i’ll link it on this piece too.

warning: This is my first Chriseva fic and it may or may not suck. A lot of ocs, like a lot. Also i don’t live in Norway and English is my third (3trd) language, you can correct my grammar (please do) but don’t be an asshole. Thank you.

Mary is now in first grade, she has been for the past month. She doesn’t know if she is happy that Chris, her brother, and her never were on the same school together. She supposes she should be happy. Chris wasn’t dumb, contrary to popular believe, but Mary wasn’t a fan of the eyes that followed him wherever he went. Most of the time filled with lust or hatred. No, she is happy she didn’t have to see that.

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Lifetime's Flowers in the Attic

Thank you for making the film more like the book. Wonderful! But there were some details left out that are very critical.

1. Cathy and Chris’ first time wasn’t all rainbows and butterflies. No. Chris was enraged that Cathy kissed Bart, therefore, he tells her that he will make her his in that moment and then proceeds to have sex with her. The reader believes it is rape until Cathy tells Chris she could have stopped him if she WANTED to because her legs were so strong from dancing. The sex was fueled by anger, passion, and curiosity. And more importantly, they are seriously disturbed by the guilt and this guilt stays with them their entire life. That guilt is very, very important. Not only for Flowers in the Attic, but the stories ahead as well. So vital.

2. The children walk right out the front door! There’s never a tender moment with the groundkeeper. No. They had to fend for themselves. They knocked the Grandmother out and got the hell out of Dodge.

3. The mother never tells the kids that she remarries. The children find that out on their own. Actually, it’s very heartbreaking when they find out. (One of many heartbreaking moments)

4. What happen to the will? The children find out that if the mother ever has children or it is proven that she has children, she will be disinherited. Hence, the poisoning of the children.

5. Cathy was heavily drugged when the tar was put in her hair. (Who in the hell would sleep through that?)

6. The children would ALWAYS wait for their father to return home while hiding in the living room. He would ALWAYS say"Come greet me with kisses if you love me!“ Then the children would run up and embrace him with love.

Lifetime, there’s no need to change it up. We like it how it is! But I’m still happy and can’t wait to see the next films!

Natris Fic: Please Believe Me

A Chris Evans (& Natris) One-shot

written by the goddess @mumbles411.

Summary: Chris unintentionally stands Natalia up. Here is the aftermath of that. Can Nat find it in her to forgive him? 

Note: Another Natris fanfic by Amy! Completely blown away by her awe-inspiring talent. Gaaaaaaah. Thank you so much for reading and a big THANK YOU to Amy for writing this! SHOW HER A LOT OF LOVE THAT SHE DESERVES! :)


Natalia tried to forget that she was upset.  He was just another guy, another guy who she thought could be different and she had started to let her guard down around him.  He had seemed to say and do all the right things, he was gorgeous and he was amazing in bed. 

But he had stood her up and had not acknowledged it at all, no phone call or text to explain anything.

She tried to tell herself that it didn’t matter, that he didn’t matter.  She put on her game face when the first class of students came in and went back to the thing she loved most.

Shanna looked at her over lunch with a pained look, one that said that she couldn’t be in the middle of whatever was happening with her best friend and her big brother.  

Natalia tried to remember that halfway through her ranting.  “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t be unloading all of this on you.”

“I can’t be in the middle of you guys,” Shanna reminded her.  “Win or lose, you’re my best friend and he’s my brother.  But I will tell you that he isn’t the type to hit it and quit it. And I know that he really likes you. I see it on his face every time he talks about you.”

Natalia didn’t reply to that.  She took another bite of her sandwich and scrolled through her Facebook feed.  She wasn’t entirely sure she believed it.

Chris sat on the steps of her building, with what looked like a take out bag of food next to him. Natalia raised her eyebrows and prayed that her face was neutral.

“You wouldn’t answer my calls or texts,” he began.

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like the stars in the sky we shine

pairing: Chris Beck/Beth Johansson, Chris Beck/Beth Johansson/Mark Watney (and any variation thereof) 
fandom: The Martian
note: I’ll be honest, I’ve been wanting to write this pairing for a while, and after seeing the movie I decided to finally do it. I know this might not be a popular pairing, but you know what? Fuck it, I wanted to write it so I did. I’ll probably still write more beckwatney than anything in the future, but I’ll probably write some more for these 3 too, and I hope you guys enjoy x

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Chris was in love with Beth.

He knew that, she knew that, pretty much anyone who interacted with both of them at the same time knew that. It was one of those open secret kinda deals – everyone knew, but no one said anything. Mostly because everyone knew they were too professional to do anything about it (because Beth obviously loved Chris back).

So everyone was half right. Chris and Beth were in love. But they weren’t too professional to do anything about it.

They were just exceptionally good at hiding their relationship.

Chris, unfortunately, hid another secret. One that he thought no one knew, not even Beth.

“You’re in love with Mark?” Beth stared at him with wide, slightly hurt eyes.

Scratch that – no one but Beth knew.

“Beth-” Chris started, but Beth held up a hand.

“Don’t lie to me Chris,” she warned.

Chris swallowed and shook his head. “I, I won’t,” his voice shook, “just, just let me explain?”

He had no clue how she found out, but it was honestly a worst case scenario.

“Yes,” he whispered, “I’m in love with Mark,” and that was never something that he had honestly ever said out loud before. Chris had accepted he was bisexual years ago, but he’d never felt for another man like he did for Mark. Hell, the only other person he’d ever loved as much as he loved Mark was Beth, and it terrified him.

Beth inhaled, eyes suspiciously wet, but she stayed silent and let Chris continue.

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