sorry ahhhhhhhh

Imagine getting together with Chris.

A/N: Part 5 is here and I think I just died. OH MY GOD! As the writer, and as a reader- AHHHHHHHH! I’m sorry, I’m so calm right now. (No I am not, my heart) You can read the previous parts here: (Unexpected Reader - Part 1/Part 2/Part 3A/3B/Part 4A/4B) Please enjoy! X

Chris laid sprawled on his couch with furrowed brows, tapping his TV remote against his bare chest. It was 1:48AM and he had an early morning meeting tomorrow, but he was still wide awake. He couldn’t sleep because he had too much on his mind, like the fact that you were yet to read the letter he’d left- admitting his love for you- at your apartment. Since he left said letter at said apartment, with each hour that ticked by- he’d been texting your best friend asking if you’d read it. Each time, he’d get a text back from Ava telling him the same thing: “she’s not home yet.” It finally got to the ninth hour at 11:00PM that he stopped texting Ava and texted you instead, not to ask about the letter but to see if you were okay. Which brought forth the other thing that was keeping him up.

Chris had texted you to ask if you were okay, and you’d sent back a simple “perfect.” Now what was that suppose to mean? Were you perfect because your date with Sam went well? Were you perfect because you’d read his letter and was thinking about your answer? No, you couldn’t have read the letter already. You wouldn’t have just texted if you’d read it. He knew you and he knew you would’ve called if you’d read it, unless- you didn’t feel the same way, or had changed your mind about him since hearing about Scarlett and going on that date with Sam. He should’ve addressed that rumor the second it came out, talked to you about it instead of calling Scarlett and laughing about it. If he lost you because of it, it was his fault and his fault alone.

“What am I going to do, bud?” Chris asked Dodger, his best friend who was half asleep by his feet. “What am I going to do if I lose her?” Dodger looked up when Chris sat up and reached down to smooth his hand over his pup’s head. “She’s the one and I was too afraid to tell her that when I had the chance, and now-” He cut himself off with a huff, scratching Dodger’s head ever so gently. “I’m a real fucking idiot, aren’t I?”

“I’d say.”

Chris was so distracted that he didn’t even hear you come in from the back door; you’d a set of keys because he trusted you and occasionally needed you to come take care of Dodger for him. He jumped to his feet, feeling his heart in his throat. You were crying, but it was out of pure and utter joy as well as love for the man standing in front of you. His lips parted and he tried to speak, but no sound came forth. He’d play a thousand different scenarios in his head and ways to respond, but now that it was actually happening- he’d no clue what to say. He stepped over Dodger and started towards you, stopping when you took a step back. You held up the letter that you’d read four times in the cab ride over with the help of your iPhone’s torch. Each time you’d read it- you fell even harder for Chris; words you wanted to use to form a response danced in your mind. But now, as you stood in front of him, you couldn’t speak either. God, the two of you were made for each other.

“Y/N, I’m not dating Scarlett,” Chris finally spoke. Upon hearing those words leave his mouth, he wanted to slap himself. As important as that piece of information was, he wished his first words to you were “I love you.” Which was what he said next, drawing more happy tears from your eyes. “Please don’t cry,” he pleaded as he started towards you again, stopping when you held up a hand.

“I’m sorry, I just- I need a moment,” you told him and he nodded understandingly. “I um- This was-” you held up the letter, smiling. “It was a very Fan fic Chris thing to do,” you said and you both managed a light laugh. “How did you learn to write like that? Those first two paragraphs-”

“Y/N,” he cut you off, chuckling. “I don’t think we need to talk about my writing capabilities right this very second, do you?” He quizzed and you shook your head, swallowing. “You came here to tell me something,” he began as he slowly inched closer to you; step by step. “You came here to answer a question, to confess your true feelings.” You nodded slowly, feeling your heart on the verge of exploding. “So how about,” he grabbed you by the waist and pulled you towards him, “we get to that?”

“You’re not wearing a shirt,” you blurted out and grimaced at how awkward you were. Chris laughed, because how awkward you were was one of the things he loved about you. “I um…” You couldn’t believe how difficult it was to talk around a shirtless Chris; how his female co-stars managed was beyond you. His hands rubbing small, gentle circles into your sides weren’t helping your ability to speak coherently either. “Can you-” you put a hand on his chest to push him back; his heat radiated through your palm. “I just need some space so I can think.”

“I think we’ve done enough thinking, don’t you?” He returned to his original position, but this time a little closer and his grip a little tighter. “I’m done thinking and so are you,” he whispered as he dipped his head. With his lips inches from yours, his minty breath warm against your cheeks. “Do you love me?” He asked gently and you felt yourself nod as you got lost in his eyes; he smiled so wide, his pearly whites blinded you. “Do you want to kiss me?” He asked and got another breathless nod from you. “Good, because I love you and I want to kiss you too.”

The second his lips touched yours, everything fell into place. You realized that saying was a cliché you’d used many times before, in a quite a few of your stories, but not once had you truly understood or felt what you wrote. Not until now, not until you had Chris’ soft and supple lips pressed against yours. It was insane how good and how right it felt, and how many more clichés played through your mind. “He kissed you like your lips were the air that he needed to breathe”, and “he kissed you like there was no tomorrow”, and “his lips touched yours and sparks flew.” In that very moment, as his hands gently caressed your face while his lips worked against yours tenderly, attentively, and passionately- you lived through every romantic, breathtaking kiss scene you’d ever written. It felt like pure and utter magic- and yes, you realized that was yet another cliché but God, you didn’t care. You were happy because you were kissing the one you could, and had pictured forever with.

“Fuck,” Chris breathed when he broke the kiss, resting his forehead against yours. “Sorry,” he chuckled breathlessly and you shook your head, smiling. You could feel how flaming hot your cheeks were, as well as how wide your smile was; it was wider than it’d ever been. “I don’t mean to swear in your face, I just- that was fucking amazing. I mean- Fuck,” he cussed again, laughing. “You have no idea how long I’ve been wanting to do that.”

“Why don’t you do it again?” Your arms wrapped around his neck as you inched closer to his lips.

You didn’t have to ask him twice; he chuckled and kissed you again, moaning ever so softly when your hands found their way into his un-gelled hair. Now you weren’t a girl he wanted to rush things with because he respected you, but he was so swept up- in the passion, and the romance, and the very obvious lust in the air- that he couldn’t help himself. His hands reached under your thighs and he swiftly lifted you up, wrapping your legs around his waist. You knew what was happening and what would happen if you let it, and though you always promised your mom you wouldn’t rush into things- this was Chris and she’d always wished you’d end up with him after reading your series. Now that the opportunity had arise, surely she wouldn’t blame you for taking things a little faster than usual. It wasn’t like he was going to run out on you, the letter made it pretty damn clear he was here to stay.

He broke the kiss and smiled, carrying you as he started towards the stairs. He didn’t know who to thank for you, just every thread in the universe that brought the two of you together. You did the same thing, brushing his bearded cheek with your thumb.

“Does Ava know you’re not going to be there when she wakes up?” That question was his subtle was of asking for consent; he wouldn’t and couldn’t do anything you were uncomfortable with. He knew the hold he had on you, but he’d never use it to his advantage. Similarly, you knew the hold you had on him and you’d never use that to your advantage either.

“I think Ava will figure it out.”

“Yeah,” Chris bit back his growing smile, “I think she will too.”

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askwhiteforest  asked:

Sera@Remi: Hello there, dear! It's nice to meet you. I was wondering, though, about your relationship with your trainer. What sorts of limits do they set with you, dear? Have you ever made a decision or relationship that they didn't agree with? If you have, how did you feel knowing that your trainer disapproved of it? Did you pursue it anyway? What did your trainer do in response?

“My relationship with my trainer is built on trust and understanding! We’ve been together for almost a decade, so we’ve generally got a good feel for how the other works. The same can be said for the rest of the team, so we get a lot of freedom in and outside of battle. Hence why we’re free-roaming instead of stuck in our pokeballs while she’s researching!”

“The relationship between pokemon and trainers is… kinda hard to describe. It’s part mentor-apprentice, part her being maternal over us, part us being maternal over her, part friendship, and then something unique?”

“But, yeah, like any relationship we don’t always see eye to eye? I mean. I know she didn’t like my ex-boyfriend. We…. didn’t have a super clean break, so none of my teammates are exactly fond of him, but even while we were dating she and Envy didn’t care for him. It was hard, knowing the two most important people in my life didn’t approve, but I also knew that it was MY decision and they’d have to deal with it. And they did, but remind me to show you the zangoose-themed punching bag Envy got me- he thought it was hilarious. When the relationship actually ended, though, my trainer didn’t rub it in or anything. In the end we both just want to see each other happy.”


Jeffmads (again)

Edit/note: Warning for homophobic slurs. This is amazing, though.

Just a heads up, there is a lot of swearing and a v protective Thomas.

“Yo James are you ready?”

Thomas’ voice snapped him out of whatever daze he was in. He was sitting on the bed in the bedroom, staring down at the golden ring that was on his finger, his thumb and pointed on the opposite hand fiddling with it. Just a few nights ago Thomas had gotten down on one knee and proposed to him, right in the middle of the park. He had said yes, and emotions bubbled from both men. The memory alone made him smile.

His silence had worried Thomas, so Thomas had come in the room and leaned on the doorway, a smile spread on his face as he watched his Fiancé fiddle with the ring. “Are you worried?” He asked, causing James to look up. James smiled and shook his head.
“If anything I’m excited.” He went to stand up and approach Thomas, standing on his tippy toes to kiss the much taller man.

Thomas chuckled and leaned down to make it easier for the man. James appreciated the action and pulled away, rolling back onto his heels. “Are you ready?” He asked James.
“Oh yeah let’s go.”

After a short drive they had gotten into town, Going to a Roller Skating place. After they had gotten in and got their skates they where soon on the rink. Thomas had always loved skating, and was beyond excited about coming here. James was the complete opposite, having only skated once or twice in his life. When they got out Thomas held onto James as he shakily tried to skate.

“Cmon James, you got this,” he smiled and continued to hold his fiancé. He could almost feel everyone’s eyes on them. He ignored the stares and continued to hold him, James’ legs trembling. Soon enough he started to get the hang of it and just held one of Thomas’ Hands, Thomas skating slowly beside him. James was smiling as he was just starting to get it but was a bit wobbly. Thomas shared the smile and watched his fiancé.

When the two where wrapped up in the moment a male had come up and rammed into Thomas, making him run into and fall on a very confused James. James looked to Thomas hurt as he looked at the male that skated away. “James, go to the wall ok?” James was almost crying as he did get up. Thomas shot off and chased the man down, shoving him hard.
“If you have a fucking problem say it to my face.” He yelled, the man shoving him back.

The man scoffed loudly over the music. “You and your husband shouldn’t be here you fucking faggot!” He yelled and shoved him, making him hit the wall. He scoffed and looked at the man skate away, admitting defeat and going off the rink, finding his boyfriend in a bathroom stall crying. He leaned his back on the door.
“Are you alright?” He asked, James whimpered as he sighed.
“You’re ok to be scared. It was some jerk yelling about us being together is all. They can fuck off.” He snapped and sighed.

“You’re ok James. Come out when you’re ready.”
Every time someone has come in the bathroom he shot a glare even if they didn’t look. Thomas pulled away and looked as James came back out. He smiled and hugged him.
“Why don’t we get some food?” He asked and took his hand when he nodded. He walked to the food stand and ordered something while James got a table.

He came back with a pizza for them to split and two drinks. “Cmon honey, Eat up.” He set the food down and James ate a slice. “Are you ok?” He reached across and held his arm, James nodding his head. “Ok.”

Once again the man came and looked over them. Thomas stood up, looking as James coward away “are you here to settle this cause I will meet you outside when I’m done having a nice meal with my fiancé.” The man didn’t speak and nodded his head. Thomas sat back and continued to eat like nothing happened, James had stopped. “People piss me off” he said before taking a drink.

“kick his ass” James mumbled. Thomas raised a brow and grinned, leaning to kiss him “oh you know I will.”

When they finished they turned the skates in and went outside, the man approaching them. Thomas rolled his sleeves up and stepped to the man. He made the first move, and a simple punch knocked him cold. Thomas grabbed his hand and ran to the car, quickly leaving before the cops showed.

James started to laugh, which soon spread to Thomas. “H-holy shit you knocked him out.” Thomas nodded and laughed “no one fucks with us.” He took a hand off the wheel and put in on James’ thigh. James took his hand and kissed it.

“I’m so glad you’re going to be my husband, I love you so much.” Thomas nodded “I love you too.”

Again I suck at writing I’m sorry ahhhhhhhh but enjoy!


i don’t care how many versions i make of this post i will never not think this is funny


Collab with sicorey!!! I’m so sorry I took so long omg. 

These were incredibly fun to color- thank you to Sicorey for the patience ;___; Thank you for collabing with me, bro!

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daisuga, five times Daichi asks Suga to marry him plus once he says yes. Fluff. 3k. Read on AO3

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