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TWIN ANDREWS | juggie x reader

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“arch im kinda nervous”

i admit as we near the familiar diner

“you’ll be fine, it’s just Betty we’ve known her since we were in diapers don’t stress sis”

i huff my stomach turning as the neon sign comes into view

“i don’t know about this I haven’t been home for a really long time i think id rather just go home and rest”.

we pull into the parking lot and i turn to beg to my brother but he pulls the keys out of the ignition

“come (y/n) they are excited to see you, it’s been years at least come in for something to eat then I promise ill drive you home whenever you want”

i sit back and think it over before my brother starts again “dad wants me to help you ease back into it- it’s your first day back at school and wouldn’t you rather have people to talk with tomorrow so it’s not so-” he pauses

“terrifying” i finish

“i was going to say daunting but yeah terrifying works too” i huff
“fine but you owe me Archie big time” a smile spreads across his face as he gets out of his truck. “what have i gotten myself into” i think aloud copying my brothers actions and following him toward the entrance.

“oh and heads up I kinda didn’t tell them you were in town-”

i spin on my heels but he grabs my shoulders “it was supposed to be a surprise” he whines i run my hand over my face “fine- you’re so annoying you know that right”.

he sighs throwing his arm over me and walking me toward our normal booth we’re a spot Betty, Kevin & an unfamiliar raven headed girl.

“arch who’s the other girl-”

“(y/n)” i hear Betty call looking shell shocked

“i-i- I can’t believe your here I-” she chokes on her words.
things didn’t exactly end well between Betty & our friends when I left, after my parents divorce i went into a downward spiral and i was forced to leave with my mother no note no explanation to any of my friends as to where i was going or why and let’s just say i was terrified that they hated me.

“betts” i smile tears welling up

she looked so much older from when I last saw her the more I looked the more she looked different yet entirely the same. she stand from the booth her blonde hair swishing in her ponytail as she rushes over to wrap her arms around me pulling me into her warm embrace

“i thought you were never coming back” she whispers as she held me “me either” i whisper back crying slightly.

i pull away and wipe my eyes glancing to Kevin who’s jaw was lying on the ground “you going to close your mouth and come give me a hug or?”

he glances to me shocked with no movement as if he’s too scared to move in case I run “Kev!” i joke

I spread my arms as he climbs over the raven haired stranger and leap into my arms causing me to stumble back slightly.

“wow” he breathes pulling me at arms length examining me

“girl you got hot” he blurts

I laugh tearing up at the sight of my best friends “you finally grew your hair out im obsessed you look so so so good Chicago treated you well”

i run my fingers through my long red hair “thanks kev, it did it really did” “oh and you look so much thinner!”

I freeze at the comment catching my brothers gaze.

he senses my reaction and laughs stiffly

” I mean you look great, seriously” i breathe a sigh of relief laughing to cover my awkwardness.

“thank you i decided to loose a few pounds and well it worked!”

they smile at me “well have a seat we’ll order and we can catch up!” Archie offers and i nod slipping into the booth opposite Betty Kevin and the other girl.

“you going to introduce me to your pretty friend?”

i ask glancing at Betty

“oh of course this is Veronica Lodge-”

“Ronnie works” she smiles at me

“im (y/n) Andrews im-” “Archie’s twin?”

i nod “obvious?” i mentally face palm “yeah the red hairs a bit of a giveaway” i nod my brother sliding into the seat next to me.

“so you’ve met my sister ronnie” she nods sipping her milkshake “I sure have, will you be going to school this semester”

i nod “i sure am, now both the crazy red headed twins will be attending Riverdale hey arch” i nudge my brother.

it falls silent at my comment and i shift uncomfortably

“oh my god- what did I say?” i glance around Veronica looking equally confused.

“what other twins” she askes confused

“the blossoms..” i finish

“(y/n) I thought I told you about Jason in the car” i furrow my eyebrows at him “I just came from the airport arch i was half asleep and jet lagged i don’t think I was really paying all too much attention to you” i laugh.

“god please don’t tell me their dead- i was going to ask Cheryl for my spot back on the vixens, I miss cheer the girls in Chicago were awful”

still silence

“Jesus will someone tell me what’s going on” my brother touches my shoulder gently

“Jason was killed a few months ago- it was the Fourth of July weekend-” i zone out my breathe catching in my throat.

this is why mum didn’t want me to return home, there’s a murder running around. everything makes sense now while it seemed so eerie when I first got back and how mum refused to let me contact anyone from back home including Archie the past month.

“wow” i exhale “i had no idea- but polly oh my god Betty your sister must be devastated” she nods inhaling sharply let i said something wrong.

I glance down to my food not feeling hungry at all “um arch can we go home im not feel so hot I think I need some rest before tomorrow”

he nods “of course” “ill see you guys tomorrow” i smile waving goodbye to my friends before following my brother out of Pops and into his truck

“you okay?” i nod my attention slipping away “yeah just a lot to process that’s all” he nods pulling out of the parking lot driving toward home.

and you couldn’t help but think something was off something was missing or maybe it wasn’t a something it was a someone

It’s been a while! I’m so sorry that I’ve been gone for so long - I know that there are plenty of peoples waiting for requests. Unfortunately, I’ve been totally stressed out with university work at the moment. I can’t guarantee that this is me coming back for good but I did want to upload something. Thank you to those of you who have stuck around despite the hiatus. This fic is absolutely my worst work. It’s been so long since I’ve written anything that the quality has just deteriorated. Plus, this was whipped up in about an hour. Too quick. Nonetheless, it’s something to read between revision for those of you who have deadlines rn. Thanks to @mel-in-my-head​ for the request, I’m sorry it deviated. Enjoy, my darlings!

Prompt[s]: can you do one where Peter Parker (CW) (if you don’t peter parker that is, if not Thor is fine) is really over protective of the reader like all the time, but the reader is 100% oblivious and one night the reader and him can’t sleep, so they go all movie marathon and they wake up to the avengers (and if you are doing peter,) aunt may finds them all cuddled up on the couch in the main room taking pics, and awing. sorry for this being long it’s my first request, I think, so yeah, thanks

‘Secrets’

“Is that…” You asked, holding up a hand. Peter looked up and around.
“Oh god, it is.”

You stared at him pointedly. “Run.”

Despite the hastiness with which you took off, you were still sopping wet by the time you reached the apartment building. Peter slammed the door shut behind you, panting. You doubled over breathlessly and laughed giddily. When you stood up straight again, you ran a hand through your hair and felt it completely drenched.
“Want to borrow a towel?” Peter laughed, holding out a hand in the direction of the stairwell.

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Imagine: Lip x Reader
Word Count: 1147
Caution: Cute fluffy Lip

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You were walking into the Gallagher house just as if you were apart of their family, well you were pretty much family to them. You’ve been dating Lip for about 3 years now, you walked in and yelled “Morning Gallaghers.” Carl yelled out “Shut the fuck up Y/N.” You laughed and walked up to Lip’s room, you hopped into bed with him saying “Lip, come on baby wake up.” He grabbed onto you and laid you next to him “Shut up and sleep here.” You laughed “Nope, we start college today. You’ve gotta get up.” You were going to college for (your major in college) while Lip was going for mechanical engineering. He groaned “Fine but I’m driving your car.” You laughed “Fine now lets go downstairs.” You kissed his cheek and walked down to see everyone sitting at the table laughing, Debbie yelled “Hi Y/N!!!” You smiled “Hey Debs.” Fiona yelled “Y/N can you convince Debbie to get a fucking abortion please.” You sighed “I’m not getting involved you two sort this fucking shit out damn.” Ian said “Told you so Fiona no one except you cares if Debs has a baby or not.” She yelled “Oh my fucking god, Ian take your medication we’re going to pick Mickey up from jail and get him to convince her.” You said “Leave Mickey out of this Fi, he doesn’t wanna get out and come to this. Also Yevgeny isn’t a problem for Svetlana or Mickey, V and Kev don’t have so many problems with Amy and Jemma.” 

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Imagine your wedding with Chris.

A/N: Here we go, here’s the finale. :D Thank you so much for showing all your love and support for this mini-series, I’ll be sure to inform you if I decide to write more for it. You can read the previous parts here: Part 1/Part 2/Part 3/Part 4. This will be all added to my Masterlist but I’ll also be making one solely for this mini-series. I’m done yapping, enjoy. X

It was fifteen minutes till the wedding. Your wedding. You were in your beautiful wedding dress, a custom-made one by the designer you loved; Ellie Saab. You looked absolutely stunning, thanks to your talented prep team. You looked perfect and you were marrying the man of your dreams, so why could you still feel yourself on the verge of having a panic attack?

You forced yourself to breathe in and out as slowly as you could manage so you didn’t start to hyperventilate. It didn’t work, so you started to pace in your wedding dress; it wasn’t the best idea. Your best friend was too busy packing your honeymoon luggage, and your mother was too preoccupied with your flower girls- your niece and Chris’- to notice how badly you were trying not to freak out. You shook your head and mumbled to yourself, “I need some air.”

You were about to walk out the back door of your room and into the garden when you heard your brother’s voice enter. You turned to him and swallowed, shaking your head when he asked “you ready, kid?” His eyes narrowed in concern, like your mom’s and Luca’s; you had both their attention now.

“I um-” You shook your head again. “I’m not- I’m- um- I’m having a bit of a panic attack,” you let out a breathless chuckle that held limited humor. “I need some air, I need some air. Luca, get me some air,” you demanded as your hand wrapped around your amethyst clover necklace; you needed all the luck you could get.

“Hey hey.” Luca rushed to your side and put an arm around you. With the other, she grabbed your wrists; it was her ‘keep-Y/N-on-her-feet’ position. “You are fine, Y/N. It’s just nerves, you need to breathe. In and out, babe. In and out,” she instructed in a soothing tone.

“Outside,” you told her. “Take me outside.”

“Okay,” she obliged and steered you towards the patio exit, “let’s go.”

• • • • • • • •

The two of you stood in the garden, the fresh air and the chirping birds did well to calm you. You fiddled with your necklace then your engagement ring, smiling to yourself in reminiscent of how Chris proposed. You were sure about marrying him, you’d been sure about him long before marriage was even an idea. You knew your nerves had nothing to do with him, it was- well, you wished you knew.

“What’s wrong, babe?” Luca asked you; you tore your gaze from your beautiful ring and turned to her. “You and I both know this isn’t about Chris, so what’s the problem?” She asked, titling her head in concern and confusion.

“I don’t know,” you shook your head. “I mean- I guess…At every wedding, there’s a chance of something bad happening. I don’t want anything bad to happen at ours,” you told her. “I just- what if I trip walking down the aisle or the food isn’t good or the band is horrendous and no one dances?” You rambled your irrational fears. “What if the paparazzi and reporters crash the party and ruins the day that- I’ve been trying for the last nine months to perfect? This is our wedding day, Luca. We only get one and it needs to be perfect,” you asserted.

“Y/N,” Luca chuckled softly; like Chris, she was used to your chronic overthinking and perfectionist ways. “You are about to marry the love of your life. Even if everything at your wedding goes wrong, you’re still going to leave it as Mrs. Y/N Evans. That is what’s important here, Chris- he is what’s important here. He loves you and he could not care less what happens as long as you say ‘I do’ at the alter. You could trip walking down the aisle and he will gladly pick you up and dust you off and marry you anyway because he loves you.”

“I know,” you managed a smile as your eyes welled with tears. “I’m just- I’m a bit of a perfectionist.”

“Tell me about it.” You heard Chris’ voice and flinched. You turned around and felt your lips part in awe at how handsome he looked in his black, custom-made suit from Versace. He watched you with a similar look, silently thanking the universe for you. “You look beautiful,” he breathed with a sickly sweet smile.

You looked down at yourself and smiled, then gasped when you realized your groom was seeing you before the wedding in your wedding dress and that was bad luck. “Oh my God, Chris. What are you doing?” You demanded and he chuckled softly. “You’re not meant to see me before the wedding, it’s bad luck.”

“I couldn’t resist.” He smiled at you then nodded at Luca who had decided to give the two of you some privacy by heading back inside. “Plus- Your mom told me that you were freaking out and I had to make sure you weren’t going to run out on me.”

You chuckled softly, fiddling with your engagement ring. “You are not the reason I’m freaking out.” You assured him with a smile. “In fact- you are the only thing I am sure about at this wedding. I don’t even know if French vanilla was the right choice for the cake anymore.”

“Oh, come on. French vanilla is the best choice for a wedding cake, we both tasted it and we both loved it.” He chuckled and walked across the garden to take your hands. “I think the dress you’re in can be another, you look like a Disney Princess.”

“You know it’s bad luck to see your bride before the wedding, right?”

“Meh,” he shrugged nonchalantly. “That’s such a dumb superstition, like seeing how beautiful you look before everyone else will ruin what we have. Nothing,” he said, brushing your hair out of your face. “Nothing will ever ruin what we have, Y/N.”

“I’m actually really glad to see you.” You admitted, chuckling nervously and wrapping your arms around his neck. He smiled and slipped his hands around your waist, pulling you closer to him. “You always know how to make me feel better.”

“I kind of have to, you’re going to be my wife soon.” He smiled and let out his own nervous chuckle; it was the good kind of nervous though, the excited kind that created butterflies in his stomach. “I gotta know how to take care of you, right?”

“You don’t happen to have a bag of Gummi Bears in your pocket, do you?”

“You know what.” He laughed and reached into his suit, you laughed as he pulled out a tiny packet of Gummi Bears. You felt your eyes well with tears of joy and excitement; you were about to marry the perfect man. “I figured you would need the distraction today, guess I was right.”

“You’re amazing, Christoper Evans.”

“I have to be to marry you.” He smiled and dipped his head to kiss you. “You’re going to be okay,” he assured you when he broke the kiss, much to your dismay; you could’ve just stayed with him in that garden forever. “And our wedding is going to be perfect, I promise.”

“I guess I’ll see you in there.” You told him and he nodded, pushing the bag of Gummi Bears into your hand. You chuckled softly and gave him another peck on his lips. “Thank you for this,” you held up the bag, smiling.

“Thank you for this,” he smiled and gestured to all of you; you blushed as your smile widened. “I’ll see you in there, Mrs. Evans.” He pressed a quick kiss to your cheek then hurried back in the direction he came.

• • • • • • • •

The music started and your father walked you down the aisle behind the wedding party. The entire time, your eyes were locked with Chris’. He smiled and patted his pocket, subtly informing you that he had another bag of Gummi Bears for you. You stifled a chuckle, your smile reaching your eyes; you were ready for this chapter of your life to begin.

“Take good care of her, Captain.” Your father told Chris as he gave you away; Chris nodded, his eyes never once leaving your face. “I love you, sweetheart.” Your father hugged you tightly and kissed your cheek before leaving you to Chris to join your mother on the sidelines.

“Aren’t you glad I didn’t trip?” You joked as the two of you joined the priest up at the alter. You heard Chris chuckle softly in response. “Are you sure about this?” You turned to him and he turned to meet your gaze. “'Cause we’re about to chain ourselves to each other for- the rest of our lives. You better be sure about this.”

“You say the stupidest things when you’re nervous,” he whispered softly into your head then pressed a kiss to your cheek. “Can we skip all the extra stuff and get to the vows so I can just- marry this girl already?” He asked the priest and laughter erupted in the church. “I don’t think I can wait any longer,” he said and smiled at you.

“Let’s get to the vows then,” the priest nodded. “I believe the two of you wrote your own?” He asked, and both you and Chris nodded. “Shall we begin with you, Mr. Evans? Can we have the rings, please?” He gestured for Scott; Chris’ best man to come forth.

“Don’t screw up, bud.” Scott patted Chris on the back and passed the rings over. Chris rolled his eyes whereas you chuckled. “You look beautiful, Y/N.” He smiled at you then moved back to his original spot.

“Okay,” Chris took your left hand in his, ring positioned at the tip of your finger as he began to recite his vows. “I don’t want to go into the history of our relationship- even though every second I’ve had with you has been utterly amazing, but I have to talk about the beginning. Before I met you- I never understood the meaning of true love. I always thought that as long as you loved someone and things worked, you could spend the rest of your life with that person. I was-” he chuckled softly, “very wrong. Meeting you made me realize that there was a specific person for everyone and that you were mine.”

“Chris,” you smiled and felt the tears well in your eyes.

“You, Y/N, you-” He felt his own eyes water as he continued to recite the vows he had spent the last nine months working on. “You gave me a new perspective on love, you made me believe in the possibility of having a soul mate. I love you because you stand by me and love me through everything. My ups and downs, my insane work schedule, my stupidity.” He chuckled. “You take care of me when I’m sick, you pretend to share my diehard love for The Patriots even though we both know you hate sports.” Everyone laughed, including you and Chris. “You give me a sense of purpose in life, and that is to love you and be everything you’ll ever need; a husband, a father, a friend, Captain America- if need be. Now I won’t make promises I can’t keep, I won’t pretend like I’m as perfect as you paint me to be- but I will do my best to be the man you see me as.” He slipped the ring onto your finger. “I love you, Y/N.”

“And I thought I was the writer in the relationship,” you let out a breathless chuckle and Chris smiled. “Well, here goes.” You took his left hand in yours and positioned the ring at the tip of his finger. “Christopher Robert Evans, you are possibly the best person I will ever love in this lifetime or another, and I am so incredibly lucky to have met you. The only thing I could ask for now is that I’d met you earlier so I could spend more of my life with you but- that’s just being greedy,” you chuckled softly and he smiled. “You spoke of the beginning and I feel like I should too because you deserve to know that even before we met, you never once ceased to amaze me. With your kindness and your incredible talent and of course-” you giggled, “your dashing good looks. I loved you even before you knew my name and every day since you took me to Russo’s for our date, I have been living a fairytale that I don’t ever want to end.”

“You’re going to make me cry,” Chris chuckled softly, pulling his hand away from yours for a brief moment to brush away a tear gone rouge. You giggled and he smiled, placing his hand back in yours. “Okay, sorry. Continue,” he nodded.

“You make my busy life so much easier and my bad days so much better. You give me the sense of clarity and assurance I need when I get nervous and angsty about the tiniest things. You tell me things are going to be fine and then you do everything in your power to make sure it happens. You take care of me when I go out and party a little too hard-” The two of you laughed at that, remembering drunk you was what brought forth his proposal. “And make sure I always wake up to a hearty breakfast. You’re constantly challenging me, forcing me out of my comfort zone but never failing to make me feel safe. You keep our romance alive, you keep me so incredibly happy, and most of all- you love me even when I can’t love myself. You say you’re not as perfect as I paint you out to be but I disagree, you are every bit the man I see you as. Everything I am and everything good about me is you, Chris, and I am so ready to spend the rest of my life with you.” You slipped the ring onto his finger and smiled, “I love you.”

“I hereby pronounce you husband and wife,” the priest said; the grin on yours and Chris’ face grew as the two of you prepared for the next part. “You may now kiss your bride,” the priest told Chris but his lips were already on yours.

Applause and cheers erupted throughout the church but your focus was only on your husband, just as his was on you. Chris broke the kiss and pressed his forehead against yours, smiling, with your face cupped in his hands. You smiled back, wrapping your hands tightly around his wrists.

“I love you, Mrs. Evans,” he whispered.

“And I love you, Mr. Evans,” you smiled.

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HISTORY

 (requested by - @angelicshinigami)

Kai Parker x Reader
word count
: 3 299
summary : Reader finds about Kai’s past from someone else. (before the wedding and the 1903 PW)
* gif by me
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   “I love girl’s night.” said Y/N, hanging upside down on the sofa with her phone in her hands, typing. Every Friday or Saturday night they’d get the Salvatore house all to themselves and get to do whatever they wanted, as if it was their house. Which in a way it was since pretty much everyone had moved in or stayed over every other night. Elena laughed and Caroline joined Y/N on the sofa trying to take a peek at what and most importantly who she was texting.
   “Do you? You’ve been here for an hour and you’ve spent half of it on your phone. Who are you texting that has you laughing and blushing like that ?”
Y/N clicked sent and looked at her friend. “Me ? Blushing – what are you talking about? I am not blushing.”
   “Yes, you are.” said Bonnie coming back from the kitchen with snacks. “Anyone we know ? Is he hot ?”
   “Um, maybe.” said Y/N glancing at her screen when her phone buzzed, bursting in laughter a second later. “Oh my God.”
   “What?” asked Elena, laying on the ground right under her taking a peek at her screen. “Wait … Kai ?” instantly she sat up. “You’ve been texting him this entire time ?”
Y/N sighed and sat up glancing at her friends’ shocked expressions. Every time Kai’s name came up in a conversation things got really awkward really fast. Usually someone always changed up the subject and no one ever wanted to tell her why they reacted that way which kind of freaked her out a little. There was bad blood between him and Bonnie and him and Damon, that much she knew, but she also knew how bad Kai felt about everything he had done in 1994. What she couldn’t understand was why all her friends acted as if she had mentioned the Devil himself whenever she mentioned Kai.
   “Alright. What is it ?” she asked, folding her hands on her chest.
   “What ?” asked Caroline as if she had no idea what Y/N is talking about. “Do you want some of those caramel popcorn ? They are so good, buttery and sweet –”
Y/N titled her head glaring at her friend as if to say ‘Seriously ?’ “Don’t play dumb with me Caroline Forbes. You are hiding something. Spill.”
   “It’s nothing. Just… we worry you spend so much time with him.” said Elena. “He is dangerous.”
   “Dangerous ?“ asked Y/N confused. “Are we talking about the same person here ? Kai is sweet, kind and need I remind you who saved me when Caroline decided to flip her humanity switch and throw a rave on campus ? Kai did. He is not dangerous. He is … cute and cuddly and so nice, I just can’t seem to under–”
Bonnie scoffed. “He is not nice.”
Y/N glanced at her friend. “I get it. You don’t like him because he hurt you in 1994, but he did try to apologise, remember ? Why do you act like this every time I mention him ? Can’t you see he is somewhat important to me ?”
   “That’s what’s worrying us.” said Elena.
   “Why ?”
   “It doesn’t matter. Just keep you distance -”
Y/N got up and headed towards the door when Caroline flashed before her blocking her way.
   “Where are you going ?”
   “Out.”
   “Y/N, don’t –”
   “Why ?” asked Y/N. “What do you have against him that is so bad you don’t want to tell me ? I am tough. I faced Klaus, I’ve dealt with Katherine and Silas. Whatever it is – I can handle it.”
   “He hasn’t told you, has he ?“asked Elena reaching for the popcorn.
   "Told me what ?”
   “What he did to get himself sent in 1994 Prison World.” started Caroline.
   “Whatever he did to get himself stuck in 1994, it’s done. It’s not like you havent done awful things or things you regret right ? Everybody makes mistakes and –”
   “Yes, but neither of us has done what he did.” snapped Bonnie. “No wonder your ‘buddy’ hasn’t told you he killed his siblings. He is probably terrified you’d see him for the monster he truly is and he’d end up alone again.”
   “What ?” asked Y/N taking a step towards Bonnie.
   “Yeah. He killed his siblings.” said Caroline. When his family found out he was born without his own magic they isolated him. He couldn’t touch anyone because they were terrified of him and his parents thought he was unfit to lead the coven, so they had more children until another set of twins was born. When he figured out his father was going to deny him his birth right – you know, the merge after his 22nd birthday, he snapped and killed his siblings to prove a point. He hung two of his siblings off the stairway railing and drowned another. Then went after the twins, stabbing Jo in the abdomen with a hunting knife to keep her from trying to stop him. But she managed to find Liv and Luke and hide them with magic, which only got him angrier. They were the real targets of his anger. Later on to protect the twins and get her freedom Jo got rid of her magic, leaving it hidden in a hunting knife and tricked him into doing the merge the next day. But instead his family used the eclipse to send him away as a punishment for what he did. Jo ran and the future of the coven fell on Luke and Liv.”
Y/N stood there frozen, glancing between her friends’ worry grim expressions while trying to process everything her friends had done. Kai had mentioned he had done something, allowing his anger to take over but he never said what exactly. And even though what he had done had been awful, she could see he felt guilty about something. Now she knew why but also she couldn’t stop thinking about what it must’ve been growing up. Spending his entire life alone with no one to talk to or to understand him or what it is being a siphoner. What he had done hadn’t been his fault. It had been his family’s fault. If only they hadn’t isolated him, if they had accepted him the way he was – ’Not a whole lot of compassion in my family.’ had said Luke.  “Oh my God.“
   “And later on in the Prison World he tried to end it all multiple times, except there was a fail save in the spell and he couldn’t die no matter what he did and –”
   “I have to go.” said Y/N and without a word just turned around and walked out the door ignoring her friends calling after her. She got on her bike but instead of riding it home, she decided to walk there. Her mind was flooded with images of 5 year old Kai, pictures he had shown her… His handmade turkey, the few homevideos with him that has somehow survived over the years… Why hadn’t he told her about growing up ? Everything he had been through – specially in the Prison World. Not being able to die, living completely alone for 18 years before finally returning to the real world … A tear rolled down her cheek and she wiped it away quickly, feeling her phone buzz in her pocket.
We are still on for movie night, right ?
Y/N smiled at the screen. ‘Heck yeah. Can’t wait.’
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   “Y/N, I’m hooomee.“ called out Kai, dramatically walking in through the front door with a large paperbag with take out in his hands. “I just love saying it like that !” he laughed glancing at her cuddled up on the couch with a white/blue stripe blanket covering her feet and a steaming cup with tea in her hands. Y/N glanced at him, sighed and her lips curled in a small smile.  "Hey, cheer up. I got you your favourite curly fries from the Grill and stopped by your favourite place and got you the avocado, greens and chicken salad you love so much.“
Kai let the take out bag on the coffee table and sat next to her just in time to see her pull out a bag with his favourite pork rinds hidden under the blanket. Y/N grinned at hal, shifting on the couch.   “You are the best best friend ever. How did you know I was thinking about that place today ?”
   “Magic.“ he winked at her. “Have you picked the movie ? What are we watching ? I hope you are not planning on making me suffer through Twilight again. That sparkly guy is just – weird. So, so weird.”
   “No. That was a momentary lack of judgement.“ she laughed under her breath and slipped her hand behind her back pulling out a copy of Baywatch. “I got something you will love. Ta-da.”
   “Wow.“ he smiled, pursuing his lips. “Pork rinds and Baywatch. You know me well, but you forgot something –” he smirked devilishly, held out his palm and a chocolate cupcake with while sprinkles appeared on it. Y/N reached for it but Kai pulled it away. “Nah-uh. This is for me.”
   “Hilarious.“ she laughed watching him smile at her innocently, looking at her with puppy dog eyes. “Gimme. If that cupcake is not in my mouth in the next few seconds, you are not getting anywhere near the pork rinds.”
   “You are so cute when you are threatning.“ he pinched her cheek, letting her take a bite from the cupcake while using magic to put the DVD disc in the DVD player. “You know I can’t say ‘no’ to you. Also did you really think I wouldn’t share?” he winked at her. “Come here. This is going to be so much fun. I wonder if it’s like the original series –”
Y/N snuggled next to him and pulled her blanket so it covered them both. He put his arm around her shoulders and passed her a take out box just as the movie started. They ate, watched and laughed almost halfway through the movie when her mind started playing on repeat everything her friends had told her about Kai’s past and the more she tried to push the thoughts away, the more demanding they got. She glanced at him almost at the same time he looked at her. His smile was so wide and his eyes sparkled but now she knew why there sadness and pain in them sometimes. Why sometimes they were together he’d just shut down and suddenly change the subject acting as if they hadn’t been talking about what it had been like growing up in the 70-80s compared to growing up in the 90s. Her heart audibly cracked at the thought of how sad, alone and alienated he must’ve felt growing up. Her friends seemed to focus only on the bad things he had done, not even considering what must’ve felt like being a child and having to spend your days alone, unable to touch anyone because his own family saw him as a monster, as an abomination because of something he had no control over. As if he had wanted to be born different. All he had wanted was his family to love him like a family should. Instead they rejected him. A tear rolled down her cheek and she quickly wiped it away before he had noticed and continued to stare at the screen not really paying any attention to the movie.
   “Are you okay ?“
   “Yeah, yeah. Something got in my eye.” she forced her lips to curl in a smile.
Kai studied her face noticing how her eyes were a little reddish, shrugged his shoulders and wrapped his arms around her a little tighter. A couple minutes later he could swear he heard her sniffling. Something was wrong he just couldn’t understand what it was. Why would she be crying ? he wondered, hearing her sob quietly.
   “Are you sure you are okay ?“ he asked. "Let me take a look. Maybe you didn’t get it out –”
   “No. No, I um I’m fine.“ she glanced at him for a split second then at the screen, her eyes widening a little. "Well, that’s not. Wow Mitch, thats –”
Kai laughed under his breath, covering her eyes. “Maybe you shouldn’t be watching this. You are too young for that sort of stuff.”
   “Hey, I am the same age as you!“ she teased. "Sort of.”
   “Funny.“ he whispered in her ear while she moved his hand from her eyes. He glanced at his fingers noticing how they were wet and heard her sniffling again. "Y/N –”
   “I um – I’ll be right back.“
Y/N got up, barely taking a step away before Kai gripped her wrist. She focused her gaze ahead, blinking fast trying to push the tears away not wanting to turn around and let him see. Why cause him more pain? What if he assumes she’d leave him and forget about all the good memories they’ve shared because now she knows his past ? There had to have been a reason he hadn’t shared his history with her in full, but only some parts of it and she respected his choice. Nothing he had told her had been a lie, he had just withheld some details probably afraid she’d react like her friends have. Kai got up and brushed his palm against her cheek, tilting her face towards his.
   “You are crying.” he stated. “Why – why would you be crying ? We are watching a comedy –”
   “I um, it’s nothing.“ she smiled at him, blinking fast a couple of times. "Do you want some ice cream ? Or hot cocoa ? Cookies ?”
   “I may be new at emotions but ‘nothing’ doesn’t seem like an appropiate reason to cry.“ he followed her into the kitchen. Y/N reached in the freezer, pulling out her favourite ice cream but he grabbed the box from her hands and put it back. ”Nothing doesn’t require sugary foods either  or your emergency ice cream reserved for TV show season or mid-season finales. Was it the movie ? Did that scene upset you or something ? I told you, you shouldn’t have been watching –”
   “No.“ she said, reaching in the cupboard pulling out a box with double chocolate chip cookies with hazelnuts. “Want some ? I can get out some milk –”
   “Don’t change the subject.“ he snatched the box holding it behind his back. "Did someone hurt you ? Tell me. I will make them bleed for stealing your smile.”
   “No.“ she said, reaching behind his back to try and get the box while avoiding his gaze at the same time he tried everything to meet her eyes.
   “Did someone say something to you ?” he pressed. Y/N shook her head. “Did I – did I do something ? If it was me – I didn’t mean it. You know I say the first thing that pops into my head.”
   “No, I just –“ her eyes met with his and almost instantly she broke into sobs. ”– I feel horrible. You must’ve felt so alone.“
   “What ?” he asked confused, leaving the cookie box on the counter. “Alone ? W-what are you talking about ?”
   “Growing up… you had no one. I just – I can’t imagine what it must’ve been like not having anyone to turn to. Not being able to hug your mom or your dad. Or your siblings or to be with your family.“ she wiped her cheeks. "And then the Prison World. They sent you away and you didn’t get to live the life you wanted. Instead you spent another two decades alone and everything you went through in there. I just – I w-wish I had known you sooner so you didn’t have to feel that pain. I wish I had magic or there was a time machine so I can go back and be with you so you are not alone and dont ever feel that kind of pain.”
Kai watched tears rolling down her cheeks, her eyes watering more and her sobs getting louder until his lips curled in a small smile. Didn’t take him long to realise her friends had spilled the beans about his past in an attempt to push her away from him and make her hate him, no doubt. Probably no one had expected her to have this reaction, even he hadn’t imagined she’d react this way. Whenever people found out about what he had done, they ran. And part of him had been so scared he’d lose the only person who ever truly believed in him, who gave him a chance … he had decided not to share the full extend of everything he had done. And there she was, his best friend, who had just found out all the awful things he had done and instead of resenting him, hating him and pushing him away she stood before him crying and feeling horrible about something she is not responsible of. A quiet sigh left his lips and he took a step towards her, feeling water pooling in his eyes.
   “Come here silly.“ he wrapped his arms around her tight. "Not gonna lie, it was torture. All of it but I am lucky, you know. After everything I found you and I don’t feel alone anymore.” he said softly stroking her hair. “In fact when I am with you, I kind of forget about all of it. Seeing you smile, hearing you laugh –” he cupped her face. “Don’t you get it ? I have everything I had ever wanted when we are together.”
   “You do ?“ she said through tears, wiping a tear from his cheek. He didn’t even appear to have noticed he was crying too.
   “Yes.” he kissed her forehead gently. “You’ve never had that look in your eyes, you know the one your friends get every time I am around. Even now. You know what I did, how mercilessly I –” he swallowed hard. “– killed or heavily maimed most of my siblings in 1994. You don’t look at me as if I am a monster. An abomination. You’ve always looked at me as if I am… worth it. Like I deserve to live and be happy.”
Y/N smiled at him. “That’s because you do deserve to live and be happy. You deserve to find someone and start a life. You’ve suffered enough and I –”
   “What if I already had … found someone, I mean?” he gazed in her eyes. “Someone I want to start a life with ? Someone who has me feeling things and experience emotions I’ve never thought I’d be lucky enough to live through…”
Y/N’s lips curled into a smile and her heart skipped a beat but before she had had the chance to actually say something Kai cupped her face and pressed his lips against hers pulling her in a gentle kiss. Her hands wrapped around him and too soon his lips pulled away from hers, his eyes remaining closed for a moment expecting her to maybe slap him, yell at him or something.
   “Then – this person is the luckiest girl in the world. And she better treat you right or I –“
Kai laughed under his breath, scooped her up into his arms and carried her back to the couch. "You do know the ‘someone’ I am talking about is you right ?
   “I hope so. Otherwise that kiss was so confusing.” she smiled and tapped his nose, gazing into his eyes. “I promise I will always be there for you. Always, as long as I am alive you never feel alone again.”
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MASTERLIST - SMUT
MASTERLIST - FLUFF

dan: “oh”
dan: awh philly
dan: wait why am i looking down it will seem suspicious let’s look up again
dan: phil u cutie
dan: hey that’s a nice shirt u got down there mm
dan: oh wow chest
dan: oh wow aRM S
dan: i got lost
dan: what even is a camera?
dan: aw look at that cute lil tummy
dan: i li-tra-lee got lost
dan: i am so lost you are too beautiful
dan: oh my god how did i manage to get you
dan: is that a crotch
dan: shit

Savior- Bucky Barnes Imagine


Word count: 1522


Warnings:fighting, physical injuries and swearing.


A/N: I’m still without my computer so I’m writing from my phone. Send your request and check the prompt list!

James Buchanan Barnes, also known as Bucky Barnes or maybe you know him as the Winter Soldier. I first met him in Washington, he was about to shot Steve Rogers, my best friend and my only family in the entire world. Steve was knocked out on the ground and I stepped between his body and the super soldier. He looked me with his eyes filled with rage and hate. He had beautiful eyes. He was pointing at me with his gun.

“Wait! He’s your friend, Steve Rogers. You’ve known him since you were a child. You are James Barnes, he calls you Bucky. Please don’t hurt my friend, he’s everything I’ve got left” I begged him mercy, he ran away furious.


That was the last time I saw him, two years ago. Then Sharon texted me an address. I showed it to Steve and his face glowed. It was the most likely place where we could find his bestie. It was a building. We entered in an apartment, very organized. It was a book over the fridge and Steve took it, I turned around and almost had a heart attack. It was Bucky looking at us in silence, he had a red t-shirt that made him look pretty handsome. I was about to draw my gun but my partner stopped me.


“Do you remember us?” He spoke quietly.


"You’re Steve, I read about you in a museum. I don’t know who she is, she stopped me from killing you” he said without any possible feeling.


“She’s agent Y/N Y/L/N. You can trust her. We need to leave now, people are coming to take you but they’re not thinking in taking you alive. I know you’re nervous. Nobody has to get hurt” Steve was so kind but strict at the same time, no wonder why he is captain.


“It doesn’t have to end in a fight Sargent Barnes” I said looking at his deep eyes.


"It always ends in a fight” he said taking off his gloves and that revealed the cold silver metal underneath.


A grenade came from outside the window, Bucky kicked it and Steve covered it with his shield. A man came from the window and grabbed me from behind, I managed to punch him in the right places and he fell down on the ground. Someone shot at Buck but he shield himself with his vibranium arm, one bullet bounced off and ended up in my arm. I cried in pain and Bucky looked at me worried.


"We need to get out of here. Now!” I kicked the damn door and a few german agents flew with it.

It was so many agents to me, Bucky and Steve followed me and helped. I shot at some but Steve didn’t want anyone to get hurt. Bucky was irrational, he was trying to survive without thinking of the costs. He threw a man and almost die from the fall but Steve caught him right on time.

“Cmon man!” He yelled at his friend. I was laughing.


Buck kicked a door and threw himself outside the window. I watched him from the window and saw a big black cat jumping from the roof. The cat was actually a man in a costume. Another vigilante, I thought. I jumped trying to stop him from killing James. The man in the black cat suit was fighting Bucky. I shot at him but nothing happened. Vibranium. It was the only way. Nat gave me a thing that was like a small grenade that sticked to your body and gave you enough electricity to be down for two minutes. I threw it at the man and he fell down. I grabbed Bucky by his metal arm and ran with him. He let go of me, of course. Man from the 40s, would never let a woman have the control of the situation. I saw a big fall from the roof we were to the floor, he noticed I was a little big scared so he took me in his arms and jumped. We arrived safely and kept running. Bucky grabbed a motorcycle and I jumped with him to get in it. I don’t know how but the cat suit guy made us jump off the motorcycle, we were surrounded. Steve, Sam, Bucky, this crazy ass guy and me were pointed at with like 200 guns. War Machine, aka Rhodes, arrived and called us criminals. The man in the suit took off his helmet and showed himself, he was prince T'Challa, from Wakanda. He was staring at me, with a disappointed look.


“Your highness” Rhodes said.


We were taken to the Joint Counter Terrorism Center, where Everett K. Ross was waiting for us. He was like the boss of everyone, including my dear friend Sharon Carter. I was the only handcuffed, Steve was sitting next to me worried as hell. His best friend was accused of murder and he couldn’t do anything about it. Sam was arguing with Sharon about his bird suit. I was lost in my thoughts when secretary Ross spoke directly to me.

"Any questions miss Y/N?” He inquired.

“Why am I only one handcuffed?” I raised my wrists in order to show my question.

“You hurt the new king of Wakanda with an electric device. That makes you dangerous” I was pissed.

“Really? Dangerous? Steve is a super soldier that survived for like 100 years. Sam is a ex soldier with wings and hurt the king T'Challa as well” Tony rolled his eyes.


“Oh god Ross. Remove her handcuffs please. She will be hours complaining. Oh look the interrogatory started” A guard removed my handcuffs and I could see the interrogatory room from a screen.


He was sitting in the most awful chair ever. It was like a cell. I was feeling super sad for him, everything he had gone through and there was people trying to screw him up. Suddenly the power went out. I panicked, Sharon whispered to me where he was. Sam, Steve and I ran to his rescue. The golden trio. I walked into a destroyed room. The interrogator was lying on the floor. There was no sign of Bucky so far. He came out of the blue and grabbed me by my neck and pulled me up the wall. He was not letting me breathe. I looked for mercy in his eyes but it was pointless. I looked around and saw a red book with a black star on the floor. He was brainwashed again by this dude. Steve broke a piece of concrete in his back. He let go of me and I could breathe again. Sam was talking to this mysterious guy while our frozen friends left the room fighting. Sam was angry at this guy. I stood up next to him.


“What did you do to him?! Why?! ANSWER ME DAMN IT” I was furious, Sam knew it and stepped back.

“Mission report, December 16th, 1991” he gave me a quick smirk. Oh he was so screwed.

I punched him in the face so hard I knocked him out. Sam was impressed and we left to follow our winter pal. Steve had fallen down the elevator so Sam went to help him and I chased Winter. He was fighting everyone but no one seemed to win the fight against Bucky, not even Tony, Natasha, agent 13 or even T'Challa. He was going upstairs but I stopped him.

“Bucky, you know me. You can trust me. Remember. Remember your life, remember Steve, your days in the army. Sargent Barnes, James. Just-” I think he enjoyed the fact of choking me.

He lifted me up from the ground. His eyes were lost, he didn’t feel anything. He was lost. I just wanted to save him. He punched me in the face and everything went black. I felt like falling without fear, like there was nothing to fell on, like I was flying. My body finally got relaxed after a hellish week. I woke up on the cold floor of a garage, Steve was next to me and as soon as I saw him, I started crying. He hugged me very tight, like he always did. He was running his fingers through my hair, trying to calm me down.

“Steve… I-I’m so sorry. I’m so damn sorry. I couldn’t save him. I couldn’t save your best friend. I’m sorry ” I cried.


“You did save him. He was acting like the winter soldier and you tried to pull Bucky back. You helped” he made me stand up and lead me to another dirty and cold room. “Buck, she’s Y/N. your savior”

Bucky was sitting in front of me, looking down at the floor. When he looked up at me, his face changed. He smiled and that smile melted my heart. His face made me want to know everything about him. Steve called me his savior but that smile and those eyes could save me whenever he wanted.

“Thanks for saving me doll” Doll, oh my god. I was 100 percent sure I believed in love at first sight.

Enhanced Part One

Can you do a Tom Holland Imagine kind of like Edward Cullen?

“They’re the Hollands. Raised by their mom and dad. That over there,” Cassie said pointing to a blonde guy next to one of the Hollands, “is Harrison Osterfield. Next to him is Tom Holland. They’re practically brothers. ”

I looked at them and didn’t know what the fuss was. Yeah they were extremely attractive, but I didn’t understand why everyone went all gaga over them.

“They’re cute.” I said, picking at my yogurt.

“Are you crazy!?! They’re gods.” Sandra cooed.

“Hey Sandra? You’re drooling.” I smiled. She touched her mouth and glared at me.

“You’re so mean. I don’t know what Tom sees in you.” she huffed.

“Uhm… Because he doesn’t?” I said, flinging a carrot at her. She flung it back and we giggled.

“He does. And he’s doing it right now.” Cassie said, biting her cucumber. I turned to look over my shoulder and he was. His eyes held mine and a smirk formed, his eyes glistening. I blinked a couple of times and bit my lip before turning back to my friends.

“Coincidence. He could be scouting the room.” I said as the bell rang. They all laughed and I rolled my eyes.

Geez. I’ve been here for half a semester and I’ve already been told I have an admirer.

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I headed towards my car when I heard a screeching happen. I turned to see a car come barreling down towards me. Before I had any time to react, a pair of hands shoved me out of the way and we rolled to the ground, with me on top of them. I kept my eyes closed and I could hear their heartbeat pumping fast.

I could hear a buzzing in my ear and lots of murmuring. I slowly opened my eyes and saw Tom, looking at me wildly. When he saw my state, his face contorted to concern.

“Are you okay?” he whispered, moving the hair out of my face. I nodded but felt sick to my stomach once the realization of me almost dying came to be.

“Oh my God! Y/N are you okay?!?” a few people asked. I couldn’t tear my eyes off of Tom’s. They entranced me, making me feel a bit better yet they had a dangerous feel to them, intriguing me. I got off of him and he helped me up, guiding me to my car.

“She’s in shock. We’re going to the hospital.” Tom declared, buckling my seatbelt for me and getting into the driver’s seat. I looked at him and he drove out of the parking lot, leaving the students and me included, in awe.

“You don’t have to do this.” I said once I found my voice. His eyes stayed on the road but glanced in my direction quickly.

“I don’t but I am.” he said, taking a left turn.

“How did you even get to me?” I asked, turning to face him. His jaw clenched and to be honest, it was attractive.

“I was near you.” he smirked.

“I would know if you were. You were nowhere near me.” I said. His jaw clenched again.

“How could you? Everything happened so fast for you to process moving out of the way.” he barked. I blinked a couple of times and turned to look out the window.

Wow. He was an ass.

“I’m sorry. I-I just..” he sighed and raked a hand through his hair, messing it up. I swallowed and noticed I had a lump in my throat.

“I couldn’t let you get hurt. That’s all.” he said. I looked at him and he was looking at me.

“You think I wanted to get hurt?” I lied, squinting my eyes at him. His eyes frowned and he bit the inside of his cheek.

“No.. I-I hope not. That would be bad.” he said, his eyes back on mine. I noticed headlights flashing our way and I looked at them.

It was a one lane road which meant we had to turn to the other side in order for us both to pass.

“Tom….Tom!” I yelled, my eyes turning to him. He smirked and without taking his eyes off me, swerved the car to the right, earning a honk from the passing car.

“I got it.” he smiled, turning his eyes back to the road. I stared at him.

He’s psychotic… Yet cute. God dammit Y/N….

THE EPILOGUE | MASTERLIST


Summary: Getting the same order every day following the afternoon classes you took at the University, your life had been your education. That is until Kylo, a Barista at Java the Hutt’s cafe, walked into it. Suddenly, your world was stained by love and Kylo’s past, causing everything to change.

A/N: Hello and thank you all for enjoying this mini series! It went by so fast but it was worth it! Here’s the final installment, enjoy! Feedback is welcomed :)

Warning: None (although it may seem like NSFW at the beginning)

Word Count: 3.5K+ 

Tagging: @stressedoutkylo


ONE YEAR LATER

Sitting back in the chair that outlooked the window, your mind on the paintbrush that moved through the acrylics you had just bought that week and a soft smile on your lips, you sighed and lifted the brush to the canvas. The texture of the rough edges running through the painting and the details that you had articulated staring you back. A soft breeze ran through the curtains and ruffled your hair, which fell over your shoulders. Still tangled from the sleep that had been wiped from your eyes on your way over with steaming coffee in your hand.

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Imagine Chris being incredibly proud of you.

A/N: Thanks for the prompt, anon. I’ve been thinking of writing one like this for a while now, just haven’t gotten around to it. But since you asked so nicely… *Whip out my keyboard* Let’s get down to business.

“Really?” You leaned back against the kitchen bench top with the phone pressed to your ear. “Wow, that’s amazing.” You picked up your mug of green tea and took a sip, listening as your agent went through the contract Disney was offering you. “I’m definitely okay with that,” you nodded and put your mug down with a light thunk.

You heard Dodger’s scuttling feet then your fiancé’s voice, “babe?” come through from the front door. “Honey, could you come help me with the groceries?” You pushed yourself off the bench top and walked out of the kitchen. “Y/N, I could-” He stopped when he saw you- over his overflowing bags of groceries- poke your head around the corner; you gave him a small wave before pointing to the phone. “Your agent?” He asked and you nodded. “Oh, sorry.” He winced. “Don’t worry, I’ll manage.”

You reentered the kitchen with Chris following behind you, and Dodger behind him. He unloaded the bags onto the counter top then kissed you on the cheek before he began unpacking the groceries to their respective locations.

“September?”

That caught Chris’ attention, he turned away from the fridge to raise an eyebrow at you. You stifled a chuckle when you saw him mouth, “you have a wedding in September.” You rolled your eyes and he chuckled softly before turning back to the fridge.

“Yeah, Chris just eyeballed me when I said September.” You told your agent, laughing softly. Behind you, Chris rolled his eyes. “Yeah, that’ll work. I don’t think he’d mind postponing the honeymoon.” You joked and Chris spun around, his eyes shot daggers at you. “God, I’m kidding.” You slapped his arm, laughing.

His deadpan expression told you he didn’t find it amusing. “Can I talk to Penelope, please?” He held out his hand for the phone and you pushed it away, chuckling. “She’s going to be busy until January!” He leaned in and yelled into the phone, you winced and shied away. “Tell her you’re busy until January.”

“I think she heard you from her office,” you chuckled. “Sorry about that, Penn. Yeah, I’ll see you on Saturday. Please thank them for me and tell them I am very excited to work with them. Mm hm, yeah. Thanks, I’ll see you.” With that, you hung up.

“Please tell me you didn’t just accept a job that’s scheduled for September,” Chris narrowed his eyes, the tension visible in his shoulders. “Y/N, we have talked-” He began but you cut him off with a kiss. “I don’t appreciate you doing that,” he muttered when you broke the kiss, rubbing small circles into his cheeks.

“I just needed you to calm down so you can hear me explain things,” you chuckled softly. “Don’t worry, I’m not going to miss our wedding or our honeymoon or any big holidays. We said we’re on a little hiatus and we meant it. Everyone in Hollywood knows so relax, the job is not going to clash with anything we have planned.”

“Then what were you talking about, September?”

“The movie was scheduled to start filming in September but they’re willing to push it because they know I’m on hiatus.” You told him and chuckled when his lips formed into a small ‘o’ shape. “Relax, baby.” You pulled away to finish drinking your tea. “I would never agree to anything that would jeopardize our relationship.”

“What’s the job anyway?” He reached around you to grab the six pack of beer to load into the fridge.

You watched Chris over the rim of your mug as you chewed on your lower lip, grinning like a kid in a candy store. The thing about the two of you that everyone knew was- you were huge fans of Disney. To get a call from Disney was always something the two of you had dreamed of, and for you that dream had come true. You’d almost fainted when Penn told you and you knew without a doubt Chris was going to faint when you told him.

“What’s the job?” He repeated, glancing over his shoulder at you.

“Disney’s-” The word left your lips and he spun around, his eyes wide and excited. “They casted me as Belle from Beauty and the Beast.” His lips parted and he watched you in awe. “I got Belle!” You screamed excitedly then covered your mouth with your hands.

“Oh my God!” He threw his arms around you and lifted you off the ground as he hugged you tightly and spun you in a circle. “My wife’s a Disney Princess!” He cheered as he continued to spin you, drawing laughter from you. “I didn’t even know you auditioned,” he said when he put you back down on your feet.

“I didn’t,” you chuckled in disbelief. “They um- they knew they wanted me and- I didn’t have to. I’m going to be a Disney Princess,” you said it out loud and felt your eyes glisten with tears of joy and excitement. “Chris-” you let out a quick breath. “I got Belle.”

“And I am so proud of you,” he smiled and cupped your face in his hands. “You deserve it, you deserve this role more than- more than anyone I know. You are insanely talented and I cannot wait to see my favorite person play one of my favorite princesses.”

“I love you,” you told him.

“And I love you,” he smiled and kissed you.

Imagine: Anakin and Obi Wan cheering you up

For anon… Enjoy!

“Come on Obi Wan, you’re going to fall behind!” You shouted as you jogged past the Jedi Knight, Anakin close on your tail. The padawan shot his mentor a look complete with a cheeky grin and a tiny, sarcastic prance before racing after you. 

Obi Wan huffed. 

“I’m pretty sure the water fall isn’t going anywhere. If we just walked, we would still get there without missing it.” He called after the two of you. 

You whirled around and starting jogging backwards, rolling your eyes. 

“Yes, but if we ran we would get to the waterfall sooner. Also, walking is too way too slow. I don’t have time to walk.” You remarked, spinning back around and running away, the abrupt cliff edge coming into view. From what you had heard, Naboo’s Waterfall was a sight to see and you were sure to be entranced the moment you laid your eyes upon its crystal water. 

“Yeah, come on Obi Wan!” Anakin called, motioning to his mentor before bounding away at full speed, his robes billowing out behind him. 

Obi Wan suppressed a dramatic sigh. 

“The things I do.” He grunted before charging after the two padawans.

Anakin and you had already made it to the edge of the cliff, leaning over the railing to goggle at Naboo’s waterfall. It was a bit anticlimactic. 

It was very beautiful. The sunlight shimmered off of it’s falling water, which looked as pure and clear as diamonds. Salty air wafted into your nose and stung your eyes but, that was it. The waterfall wasn’t spectacular. It didn’t have epic caves behind it or a huge sea dragon floating around in the deep pool it fell in to. After several moments, you draped yourself over the railing, clearly bored. 

Anakin and Obi Wan were still mesmerized by it, their mouths slightly parted in wonder. Anakin’s eyes even looked a bit glassy. You bit back a chuckle. 

Sneakily, you snuck closer to him and drove your fingers into his side, making him cry out in shock. The padawan stared back at you in immense surprise before laughing and punching you in the shoulder. 

“I hate when you do that.” He growled playfully. You smirked. 

“This waterfall is boring.” You remarked, glancing back at the waterfall as if it were going to argue with your claim. After a few seconds, Obi Wan nodded. 

“It really isn’t as spectacular as every one says it is, now that I’m actually looking at it. It’s just a load of water falling into a pool.” The Jedi Knight commented. 

You agreed with him silently, grabbing both of their wrists and leading them away from the famous tourist attraction. 

“Come on, I know something that’s even better than this.”


“Have you seen Y/N?” Anakin asked, leaning back and propping his feet on the table, crossing his feet over each other. Obi Wan, who was sitting on the other end of the table, shrugged. 

“No sign on them since yesterday. I hope they’re alright.” He replied, worry starting to harden his face. 

Anakin met Obi Wan’s eyes and instantly, the both of them sat up. How strange that was, meaning Obi Wan and Anakin both getting up at the same time and the fact that you were no where to be found. 

After exchanging a few quick words, the mentor and the padawan made their way down to your room.

The door was locked. Obi Wan expertly fiddled with the lock using the Force and got your door open in no time. It flew open with ease. 

And there you were, sitting on the floor with a pile of tissues at your side. Your eyes were red with dark bags hanging underneath them. Your legs were being held tightly by your arms and your nose was buried in between them. You barely batted an eye when your two friends walked in. 

“Hey, what if I was naked?” You retorted, trying not to sound as cold as you felt. 

Anakin instantly sat at your side, concern furrowing his eyebrows. 

“What’s wrong?” He asked quietly as Obi Wan sat on the other side of you. 

You laughed lightly, sniffing as you did so. 

“Everything sucks today.” 

“Do you want to tell us?” 

“Not really.”

“Okay.”

You thought that was the end of it but you had never been more wrong in your entire existence. Well, that might be an understatement. 

Anakin got to his feet again, motioning for Obi Wan to join him. The Jedi Knight got to his feet reluctantly, eyeing his padawan quizzically. 

That’s when Anakin started to sing. 

It was an awful noise. It was a mixture of extremely off key hooting and various voice cracks. A snort escaped out of your nose. 

“Oh my god.” You muttered, burying your face in your hands. When you peeked through your fingers, Obi Wan was dancing, a wide grin on his face. He was shaking his butt and side stepping back and forth. 

You felt an extreme embarrassment for the both of them and your cheeks started to redden. Soon you were laughing, almost hysterically, into your knees.

That was when the door opened. 

Mace Windu and Master Yoda stepped into the room, their eyes widening as they saw Obi Wan and Anakin making complete fools out of themselves. At once, the terrible singing and obscene dancing stopped and the two of them stood with their arms crossed self consciously. Obi Wan was trying to hold back a laugh. 

“Well, I-um.” Windu stammered, confused by the whole ordeal. Yoda was standing silently, a half-smile on his wrinkled, green face. When you met his eyes, he gave you a wink saying “We won’t make fun of them too much.”

“Oh, no, I don’t think I’m ready yet.” You whined, staring at the computer screen before getting up off the couch. “No, no, I need to prepare myself.” For the past hour, Harry had been trying to get you to watch the trailer for Dunkirk, but he didn’t think you’d be this nervous. If anything, he was the one who was supposed to be nervous! After all, his face was going to be the one on the big screen, not yours!

“Y/N, love, s’just a 2 minute video. I’ll hold your hand if you’re scared.” He teased, holding his hand out for you with a teasing smile. “You’ve already gotten your popcorn, your blankets and pillows, and I’m here in case yeh need a snuggle. What else do you need? It’s a trailer!”

“I’m not scared.. I’m just.. I don’t know, it’s awfully exciting thinking about how you’re an actor, but it’s like.. I know it’s going to sound very selfish of me, but I don’t want to share you with the rest of the world.” You murmured sheepishly, keeping your eyes locked on the play button, practically begging to be clicked. 

“Aw, bunny.” Harry cooed, pulling you over to him by tugging on your wrists. “You know I’m yours. Nothin’ to worry about - Jus’ a silly little movie, s’all.” He smiled, pressing a chaste kiss to the corner of your mouth. “Shall we watch?” 

-

“Oh my god, you’re drowning! Why are you drowning?!” You gasped, your eyes widening at the sight of your boyfriend struggling underwater. “I’m going to sue Christopher Nolan!” Harry snorted as he let out a laugh, pulling you closer to him as he shook his head gently. 

“I can’t imagine what you’re going to be like watchin’ the actual movie if this is what you’re like with the trailer.”

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Imagine a long weekend with Chris. (Part A)

A/N: Part 5A 😊 Sorry for the wait, I’ve been busy with stuff. Anyway, this one tugged at my heart strings a little bit…Well, I cried. 😅 I’m such a hopeless romantic, it’s ridiculous. You can read the related mini-series and the previous parts here: (Mini-series - Masterlist; Mini-series Spin-off: ‘Unexpected Reader’ and ‘Little Ways Away’ - Masterlist; 'She Said Yes: Part 1/Part 2/Part 3/Part 4’)

You and Chris listened to Ed Sheeran’s album 'Divide’ in preparation for the concert tomorrow night as he drove the both of you back to his Boston apartment, or so you thought. You were actually going to yet another surprise that everyone, but you knew about. As it turned out, Chris Evans was as much of a futurist as you were. From the moment he bought that ring, he’d been planning, seeking out, and collecting everything else the two of you needed to reach the life you were both striving for. Things were definitely looking up for the both of you. You’d both found your perfect half; Infinity War and Chris’ Marvel contract were coming to an end which meant he would soon return home to you; your graduation was slowly, but surely arriving in a couple of years, and you were going to take your indescribable talent and join the big leagues; Chris would move out of Captain America’s limelight, continue being spectacular in his field of work, and hopefully get the recognition he deserved; then of course, your long engagement would end and the two of you would get married.

You’d both agreed that after getting married, you’d move out of the apartment you shared with Ava and move in with him. The only thing that hadn’t been decided on was location because location was a little tricky. You both agreed that Los Angeles was the smarter option as it was where work would have both of you the most. That was, of course, if you became a success in Hollywood- which Chris assured you you would. But there was also the thought of fulfilling what you wrote and moving back to Chris’ hometown because that was eventual; Chris had made it fairly clear that he wanted to raise his family in Boston. That eventually was something you were more than happy to comply to because the moment you married Chris, he would become your family and anywhere he went would become home. You told him that, which was why he did something big and amazing behind your back knowing you wouldn’t be upset with him.

“This isn’t your apartment block,” you furrowed your brows when his car pulled to a stop and you looked out the window. “Where are we?” You quizzed as you turned to him; he had a smile that worried you slightly. “Why are you smiling like that?” You asked with a soft chuckle. “Chris!” You laughed when his smile turned into a smirk. “What’s going on?”

“Oh nothing,” he feigned innocence as he reached over you and into the glove box to pull out two set of keys. “I just thought you’d want to see our future home.” Your lips parted in awe when he held up one for you that had a 'Mrs.’ Minnie Mouse keychain that said, whereas his was a 'Mr.’ Mickey Mouse one.

“You’re kidding, right?”

“Nope,” he shook his head, jiggling your keys in front of your face. “Take it, go open the door and see.” You chuckled in disbelief, taking the keys from his hand. “C'mon,” he chuckled as he got out of the car; you followed suit with wobbly legs. This had to be a dream, all of it from the moment you met Chris till this very second. There was no way you got this freaking lucky, no way you were basically living out one of your perfect stories.

“What do you think?” Chris asked, holding his arms wide open as he turned in a circle on the front yard. All you could do was laugh because you were still trying very hard to process everything that was happening. If you were being honest, your mind was still stuck on the fact that you were going to see Ed Sheeran live. “Was this the house you imagined when you wrote your mini series?”

It wasn’t, because it was even more perfect that you’d imagined it. The exterior was blue, which was something Chris gave himself a pat on the back for as you’d always babble on about how awesome a colored house would be; blue was your favorite color, after all. The front yard was gorgeous and the perfect size for your future children to run around with Dodger; the garden circling the house even had bushes of roses growing already. Chris held out a hand for you to take and you walked over, smiling as you did. He drew your hand up to his quirked lips and kissed your knuckles; from the look on both your faces, he knew he’d nailed it.

“Wait till you see the inside,” he told you and pulled you alongside him as he padded up the stairs to your front porch. Your front porch, you couldn’t believe you could say that. The house was yours, yours and Chris’. Chris released your hand and moved to open the front door with his key; a red front door because why not have your house look like your fiancé’s Marvel character. “You know how you said you like earthy tones and marble benches?” He quizzed as he glanced back at you; you nodded with a wide grin. “Well, you’re going to love, love, love this house.”

“I kind of have to considering you bought the place already,” you laughed and he nodded, chuckling. “Oh my God,” the air was knocked out of your lungs when Chris opened the door to reveal the inside of your future home. “I feel like I just entered my story dimension, Chris.”

“It feels like deja vu, doesn’t it?” He chuckled as he closed the front door behind the both of you. “When I first came to see this house with our moms, they both freaked out.” Of course they came with him because of course they knew and didn’t tell you; you wouldn’t be surprised if Ava knew too. “They swore this was the house they saw when they read your series and just- they agreed it was perfect and that I should get it because you’d love it. Do you?” He asked as you turned around; your lips were still parted in awe. “Do you love it?” He asked with a hopeful smile.

“Are you kidding?” You laughed. “This is fucking amazing! Right now- I want to call Ava and tell her I’m moving out of that apartment and out of California and into this house. I don’t even care if I have to transfer universities, I’ll go to your alma mater. I’ll- I’ll fucking fly to school if I have to!” You exclaimed and he laughed, wrapping an arm around you to steer you towards the kitchen. “This is so breathtakingly amazing and spectacular. Oh my God,” you breathed, “I can’t breathe.”

“Okay, calm down,” he chuckled. “This is our forever home, we’ll move in when we get married and start on that forever. Right now, you’re going to stay in that apartment and stay in LA and finish school.” You pouted, running your hand along the smooth walls you were passing. “This place isn’t even properly furnished yet, babe.”

“We can go to IKEA right now and furnish it.”

“No,” he chuckled. “I only brought you here so you can see the place. We’re not moving back to Boston just yet, we’ve got a lot keeping us in LA for now. We’re not even married, okay? I know it’s exciting, believe me. But this- it’s for later, okay?” He looked over at you, chuckling when you nodded with a sad pout. “Come on, let’s see the kitchen. That will cheer you up.”

“Will it if I don’t even get to use it for God only knows how long,” you mumbled and Chris laughed, squeezing you tightly against him. You cracked a smile, wrapping an arm around his waist. “Okay, fine,” you giggled. “I’ll be less of a bummer, I mean- it is officially ours. It doesn’t matter if we use it today, or tomorrow, or in a few years. It’s ours and that’s what’s amazing.”

“Exactly,” he nodded. “Look,” he gently took your by the shoulders and pushed you in front of him as you turned the corner. The two of you stood in the archway leading into the kitchen and you gasped. “Marble benches, earth tones, breakfast bar, open floor plan into the dining area and living area. We can put a TV and a big family couch over there, so when you cuddle up with our children- I can watch you and smile while doing the dishes.” He referenced your mini series, making you chuckle. “And look there, I even have a little fridge.” He pointed at the corner where a little beer fridge was stowed away in-between the kitchen cabinets. “I can keep my beers there, so they don’t take up space in the actual fridge and get in your way.” You chuckled with a shake of your head. “What do you think of it?” He asked, grinning. “Is this the dream kitchen?”

“This is the dream everything,” you corrected him.

“C'mon,” he chuckled. “Let’s go see upstairs. Unlike the house in your story, this one has three levels instead of two. Oh, hold up.” He grabbed your hand and stopped you before you headed for the stairs, pulling you towards the sliding doors that led to the backyard. “We’ve got an entertainment deck on the side that you can access through that door,” he pointed it out for you and you nodded. “Then these doors lead to the backyard, where we don’t have a pool but can install one because there is a lot of space out there. It’s also a good space to dance to Ed Sheeran’s 'Perfect’,” he teased another reference and you chuckled again. “The laundry’s behind us on the right, I think? Then there’s a back room which I’m thinking of turning into a den where I can watch football games and be a slob with my friends out of sight, so you don’t go into labor early.” He tried not to laugh as he referenced another moment in your mini series.

“Okay,” you laughed. “Quit referring back to my story, you weirdo.” You shoved him playfully and he laughed, wrapping an arm around you to steer you towards the stairs. “You keep saying you’re with me because you’re in-love with me,” you teased, “but I’m starting to think otherwise.”

“Drats,” Chris clicked his fingers together, wincing. “My plan has been revealed, my true colors are out.” You laughed, poking his side which made him laugh as he squirmed. “I’m sorry your stories are so freaking amazing that it sticks with me.”

“Just show me the upstairs, you dork.” You bit playfully and he smiled, taking your hand and the lead as he walked up the staircase. You found yourself admiring the hardwood floor as you walked up each step, it was a dark chocolate color which you loved; a very relaxing and calming color scheme throughout the whole house. “Ooooo.” You pulled your hand from his and walked into what seemed to be the master bedroom. “Is this our room?” You circled the room while Chris stood in the doorway; he nodded with a smile. “This is huge! Wait- what’s the wardrobe situation like?” You quizzed and Chris laughed because he’d expected that question from a fashionista like yourself. “Is it a walk-in?”

“You tell me.” He moved to open the double doors you didn’t notice and revealed a huge- like Carrie Bradshaw’s wardrobe from Sex and The City huge- walk-in wardrobe. Your jaw dropped for the fifth time that day and you let out a breathless chuckle. “One big and beautiful side each.”

“Christopher Robert Evans,” you turned around with a smile so wide that it was hurting your face. “You are- you are full of surprises, aren’t you?” You walked over to him as a smile appeared on his face; one as wide as yours. “This is- by far,” you emphasized, wrapping your arms around his neck, “the most amazing and shell shocking thing you’ve ever done for me. How am I meant to live up to all of this, Chris?”

“I don’t need you to live up to anything, sweetheart,” he chuckled, resting his hands on your waist. “Just having you in my life, Y/N, it’s enough.” You smiled, brushing his cheek with your thumb. “You chose me. I mean- you’re twenty years old, you had a whole world waiting for you- a whole life to live out and- somehow, you decided to settle with me.” You felt your eyes narrow as you tried to correct him, but he spoke again before you could. “I know,” he quickly said. “I know I’m Chris Evans and I’m amazing and you’re lucky to be with me, but- that’s not how I see it. I…” He trailed off, unable to explain what was running through his mind. “I never thought this would happen for me,” he told you and you felt your eyes well with tears. “I mean- I spent so many years trying to settle down and start a life with- a myriad of different girls. None of them worked out and- I don’t know why, but it just didn’t.”

“Chris,” you reached to brush the tears he had forming in the corner of his eyes.

“No no no,” he chuckled, gently pushing your hand away. “I’m not- those are happy tears because upon meeting you, I realized why they didn’t work. The universe was making me wait for you.” More tears welled in both your eyes as he said that. “I think it’s a little unfair that it decided to make me wait so long, I mean- sixteen years for you to even be born into this world? That’s a little cruel.” He said and you both chuckled. “But um-” his voice quivered as he smiled through his tears, “I realize now that- the wait was everything. If we were the same age and I’d met you early in life, we wouldn’t be together right now. I think I’d be too much of a hot mess for you to want to spend the rest of your life with me.”

“Chris,” you both started to weep, chuckling, “you’re wrong. I would’ve loved you through a thousand lifetimes,” you told him. “That’s why people call it soul mates, right? You fall in-love with someone’s soul, and nothing else. I think-” you placed a hand on his heart, “my heart would’ve known you were the soul waiting for me. So you’re wrong,” you told him and he chuckled, tilting his head back to stop himself from weeping, “I would’ve loved you.”

“Yeah,” he chuckled, shaking his head. “You don’t need to live up to anything. You’re fucking killing me with just your words,” he said and you chuckled as he brushed your tears away with his thumbs. “Just promise me you won’t ever leave me and- I promise you, we’re squared.”

“I promise,” you drew yourself closer to him and his arms wrapped around you, hands pressed against your lower back. “I am yours eternally. Even if we die and come back as-” you chuckled, “Barbara and George.” You both laughed at the randomness of those names. “I’m going to find you and live out whatever life we’ll create together. Because I love you, like- imagine my love is like Mount Everest, 'cause that is how much I love you.”

“You know what, Barbara,” he chuckled when you giggled, “I Mount Everest love you too.”

“Believe me,” you smiled, inching your lips closer to his, “that message has been well received.”

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Part 5B

Anonymous said:I was hoping you’d do “Being Isaac’s best friend would include” please?


A/N: Oh my gosh! Yes, yes, yes, yes ,yes yes, yes! Isaac is my baby, I love him sooooooooo soooo soooo sooo sooooooooo much, okay? I totally need an intervention on my obsession with him. Haha! 😜 Oh gosh! I should stop gushing about him every time someone requests an imagine for him! Haha! Well, sweetie: I’m honoured to make this imagine, because who the hecky wouldn’t want to be Isaac Lahey’s best friend? He’s adorable and pretty hilarious. So please enjoy, anon!


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Being Isaac Lahey’s best friend would include:

- Both of you being relatively shy.

- Isaac being turned into a werewolf gave the two of you sudden confidence.

- Isaac beating up any guy that hits on you or makes you feel uncomfortable.

- “I’d tell you to put him down, but he’s a creep.

- “Good, because I wasn’t looking to negotiate anyway, (Y/N).

- Both of you being clumsy and not very coordinated, as in you tend to not have the best of luck?

- Isaac thinking he can take on anyone and you pulling him away and the two of you running for dear life.

- “Isaac, if we go to hell for this can we play ‘Highway To Hell’ while we make our way there? Just for our last comical sake?”  you’d pout.

- “I was just going to ask you that too.” he’d laugh in reply.

- Teasing each other relentlessly because you’re both pretty playful.

- Isaac still having his shy moments.

- “Awe you’re blushing!” you’d say, pinching his cheek.

- “Ow! Stop that!” he’d snap.

-”But your little cheek is red because you’re blushing.” you’d coo to him.

- “Actually, it’s from you pinching it and prying it off my face! OH MY GOD THAT HURTS!” he’d scream like a little girl.

- ”Haha sorry, sometimes I forget…” you’d look down shamefully.

- Sliding on wooden of tile floors with fluffy socks until one of you would get hurt.

- “Ow!

- “Ow!”

- “Why did we do this again? It turned out painful, Isaac!

- “I don’t know, it was your idea, (Y/N)!

- “Yeah, okay! Blame the one who came up with the idea!

- Walking into Mexican restaurants with Isaac and pretending you don’t know him because he pretends to be some macho dude.

- “Oh my gosh Isaac, stop it!” you hiss.

- “Why?

- “Don’t talk back to me! These people will think I know you!

- “But you do! Don’t bail on me now.” he’d pout.

- “Then stop acting like an idiot!

- “But you love it because we’re both idiots.” he’d pout and give you the blue puppy dog eyes.

- “You’re right, but just walk ahead of me and sit two seats down from me.

- Both of you getting caught by one of the pack members awkwardly hip thrusting to ‘Uptown Funk’ because you guys always make bets of who has better hip action.

- “Stop dancing! It’s weird!” Derek yells.

- “Not until someone says who’s better at the hip thrusting?” Isaac replies, continuing to hip thrust.

- “I’m demolishing you!” you’d scream.

- “That sounds very sexual.” Stiles would comment.

- “I didn’t mean it like that!” you’d snap.

- “Just pick already!” Isaac shouts.

- “Isaac!” “(Y/N)!” each half of the pack would cry.

- “God dammit, Jackson Rod Stuart, it’s a tie again!” you’d shout.

- “Who the hell is Jackson Rod Stuart?” Isaac wuould inquire suddenly, stopping altogether and looking at you awkwardly.

- “(Y/N) you haven’t been watching Hannah Montana again, have you?” Stiles would ask slowly.

- “No! I just remembered the name, okay? Sheesh!” you’d snap.

- “Something is seriously wrong with you two.” Derek would grumble.

- Being the best friends anyone could every ask for.

- “You’re my best buddy, you know that, Isaac?”

- “Yeah, I love you, (Y/N)…

- “I love you too.

- Lot’s of fluffy moments because you’re both sweet cute puppies.

- Karoake night.

- “DO YOU BELIEVE IN LOVE LIKE I DO?!

- “Oh my god! Isaac stop singing you’re making my ears bleed!

- “Don’t hate, babe!

- “DID YOU JUST CALL ME BABE?

- “I meant it in a banter way! OH MY GOD I’M GOING TO DIE!

- Isaac running and screaming down the street as you chase him.

- When Isaac cries, you’re his shoulder to cry on.

- “Don’t worry, Isaac, I’m always here for you. I love you, okay? You’re my best friend and everything’s going to be okay. I’ll make sure of it.

- Isaac squeezing you when you cry.

- “I love you, okay? You’re my best friend and you have to pull through, okay? I can’t lose you. Not to them.

- Isaac sneaking in through your bedroom window to have deep late night talks until the two of you have the giggle fits and fall asleep curled up on your bed together.

- Unlimited piggy packs.

- “You’re so light, (Y/N).

- “Oh my gosh, Isaac. You’re so heavy! How much Mexican food do you eat??

- Holding hands and skipping down the street.

- Threatening Allison Argent.

- “You hurt him and you’re dead meat, you got that?

- “You can’t hurt me.

- “Oh don’t get cocky now, Allison. I can hand your ass to hell any day.”

- Crying your eyes out when he tells you when he’s leaving for France.

- “No! You can’t, Isaac! You’re my best friend and I can’t make it without you in my life.” you sobbed hysterically.

- “I’m sorry, (Y/N), but I have to go.

- “As much as I didn’t like her, I wish she never died so you wouldn’t leave me.” you blubber, squeezing your best friend to you until neither of you could breathe.

- “It doesn’t have to be this way, (Y/N). Come with me and we can still be best friends.

- You look up at him with joyful tears, unable to speak as you nod.

- Isaac helping you pack for France.

- Being boss ass bitches in France and annoying the fuck out of Chris Argent.

- “If you two weren’t kids or people I trust, I would shoot you two.”

- “That’s not nice to say!” you two say in unison.

- Isaac beating the crap out of your ex boyfriend who hurt you.

- You going psycho on any girl that hurts him.

- Always having each others backs and fighting along side each other.

- You treat each other like the siblings you both never had.

- “I’ve got your back, (Y/N).

- “And I’ve got yours.

- “We fight together and die together, okay?

- “Okay.

- “Forever best friends?”

- “Forever best friends.


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You: “I told you!”
Scott: “Oh god, you’re awful”
You: “Nah, you’re just a good friend thinking his best friend wouldn’t be awkward again
Scott: “We really need to have him attend some dance class”
You: “Or, we could tie him up in a corner and let him never dance anymore”
Scott: “You’re really awful”
You: “I’m awesome, and now gimme my 20 bucks!”
Scott: “I need to find new friends”

Santa Kellin (Kellin Quinn) (Sleeping With Sirens)

Word Count: 640

Y/N

It was yours and Kellin’s daughters first Christmas and he wanted to make it super special for her. You tried to tell him that she was only one and wouldn’t remember this Christmas but he was insistent on surprising both her and you. You sometimes wondered what went through your husband’s head, how could he surprise both of you on Christmas Eve?

You’d just put your daughter back to bed after she woke up around 1am with an upset stomach when you walked back into your bedroom and noticed Kellin was no longer in bed. You tried the bathroom and walk in wardrobe but there was no sight of him anywhere. You were about to call his name when a crash and a curse came from downstairs and you assumed that it was Kellin.

Being careful not to make any noise on the stairs you got halfway down before you crouched to look through the wooden railings. You covered your mouth to block the laugh at the sight of Kellin in a full Santa costume beard and all. This moment was priceless and you knew a certain little girl who would be excited to see Santa Claus in her living room.

You woke your daughter up and told her to be quiet because there was a special guest downstairs. The two of you make your way downstairs quietly, you holding your daughter on your waist. Kellin has his back to you placing presents under the tree when your daughter lets out a small squeal making him jump. You laughed and tickled her stomach.

“Look baby it’s Santa Claus.”

Kellin turned around wide eyed before composing himself.

“Ho ho ho lovely ladies. What are you two doing up? Were you spying on Santa Claus?”

Kellin was cracking you up with his fake Santa accent but you had to keep a straight face for your daughter who pointed an accusing finger at you. Kellin shook his head.

“I guess your mummy is on the bad list now little princess while you get to stay on the good list.”

You fake gasp and your daughter claps her hands together. Kellin closes the gap between you.

“Can you keep this secret little princess? I don’t want the other children getting jealous.”

Your daughter nodded before burying her face into your shoulder. You shot Kellin a looked and mouthed ‘oh my god’.

“Well Santa I’m going to put this little princess back to bed and let you continue putting presents under the tree. Say goodbye to Santa love.”

“Bye Santa.”

Your daughter mumbled and both you and Kellin awed. Kellin waved at the two of you as you retreated back upstairs. Your daughter fell asleep the instant her head hit the pillow leaving you to deal with Santa Kellin downstairs.

Kellin was waiting for you in the living room and you quirked an eyebrow before smirking.

“Is there any way I can get off Santa’s naughty list?”

Kellin gulped as you closed the gap and pulled down his beard. You were only wearing one of his oversized tanks and a pair of underwear.

“I can think of a few things to get you off the naughty list.”

The two of you lean in and kiss each other; it was safe to say that kissing Santa was never on your bucket list. You pull back and rest your head on his chest.

“I think you’ve made her first Christmas very special Kellin. You’re a great father.”

He strokes your hair.

“We’re both great parents. Now off to bed with you missy or no presents off Santa.”

You turn around and start walking out of the living room when Kellin slaps your bum playfully; you turn and glare over your shoulder before breaking into a run up the stairs with Santa Kellin quick on your heels.

Imagine traveling to New York without Chris. (Part B)

A/N: Part 3B Is here, and I know it hasn’t been a day but Part A was short and this one is a quick continuation before we move on to the exciting parts in Part 4A. 😋 You can read the related mini-series and the previous parts here: (Mini-series - Masterlist; Mini-series Spin-off: ‘Unexpected Reader’, ‘Little Ways Away’, ‘She Said Yes’, and ‘Miss Graduate’ - Masterlist; ‘Something Blue’: Part 1/Part 2/Part 3A)

Ava and Sebastian sat outside your dressing room, drinking bubbly and eating cake while you tried on your first dress. It was a Vera Wang ball gown; a brand you’d thought you’d never see let alone try on. The salesperson had recommended it, along with a few others that she’d say she’d bring to you as soon as you were ready for them. The service was great, which was a perk considering it was a fancy boutique and you were Chris Evans’ fiancé. Even the bubbly and cake were complimentary, which your shopping partners were incredibly happy about. You were pregnant and unable to drink, and cake wasn’t something you felt like eating so Ava and Sebastian kindly offered to take your share off your hands. They were having a grand old time outside while you struggled behind the door to get inside the cupcake they called a dress. It was stunning, yes, but it was not particularly easy to put on which was why-

“Fuck!” Ava and Sebastian jumped up when they heard you cuss along with a loud thud. You’d stepped on the overflowing material, fell forward, and whacked your forehead against the mirror. The two of them lowered their champagne flutes and cake plates, and rushed to the door. “Owww.” You rubbed your forehead, wincing. “Stupid dress,” you muttered bitterly, slapping the puffy material that looked innocent resting around your legs when it was an extreme tripping hazard. You could imagine yourself wearing that on your wedding day, at least not if you wanted to get down the aisle in one piece.

“Are you okay?” Ava knocked on the door, sharing a worried look with Sebastian. They both knew their consequences if you came home with an injury of any sort, they’d gotten a text from Chris upon your arrival: “keep my bride safe, return her to me without so much as a scratch.” It was mostly humorous, but there was some sense of seriousness; you were carrying a child now. “Babe, do you need some help?”

“I needed help five minutes ago,” you grumbled as the door swung open. Ava pressed her lips together, whereas Sebastian tried not to laugh. “This is a real tripping hazard.” You picked up as much of the puffy material as you could, taking careful steps so you couldn’t trip and fall face first. “Can you finish zipping me up?” You asked Ava and she nodded, doing as you’d asked. “I could only reach so far.”

“There you go.” She zipped and tucked the zipper behind the little slit. “Wow,” she breathed, admiring your reflection as you did the same. Sebastian moved behind her, hugging her from behind and resting his chin on her shoulder. He smiled because not only did you look beautiful, he was imagining a time when it would be his fiancé’s turn. “That is so pretty, you look so good.”

“It is very pretty,” you nodded in agreement then sighed.

“What is it?” Ava asked, pulling away from Sebastian to join your side. “You look great in it,” she complimented, adjusting the skirt surrounding your lower half. “And if you’re worried about the baby bump, it’s not like the wedding is far away. You won’t have a baby bump by then, I mean- look at you, your genes will hide the fact that you’re pregnant until five months. That’s what happened for your mom, I have no doubt it’ll happen for you too.”

“I’m not worried about the baby bump, I’m worried about falling face first in this thing.” You turned and said, then laughed when they did. “I already fell trying to put it on, can you imagine adding heels to the picture? No thanks,” you shook your head then turned back to your reflection in the mirror. “As pretty as this is, it’s not me.”

“That’s okay,” Ava helped you with the zip and the dress as she walked you back to the dressing room. “This is only the first one, there are a gazillion more waiting to be tried on. Just take that off and I’ll go grab you another. Do you want to try another Vera Wang, or do you want to move down your list of designers?”

“Honestly,” you chuckled. “I don’t care who the designer is as long as the dress suits me.” Ava smiled and nodded, taking Sebastian’s hand. You closed the door behind you as they went in search of another dress for you. It was surprisingly easier to get out of the dress than it was to get in. You slipped on the complimentary silk robe and walked out to sit on the lounge, grabbing your phone off the table to text Chris.

Tried one, didn’t suit. Ava and Seb are getting me a new one.

Your phone chimed not seconds after you sent your message and you felt your heart ache slightly knowing Chris was just waiting by the phone to talk to you. You wished he could’ve been here too, but you didn’t want to break traditions and ruin the biggest surprise for a groom on their wedding day. You read his response: “Wow, you’re trusting Sebastian Stan to pick your wedding dress?” And you felt slightly better, knowing he could still joke.

Sebastian has great taste, he is marrying my best friend after all.

And I’m marrying you, but I still have a stylist. So what’s your point?

You giggled and typed a response as you wandered away from the couch, absentmindedly browsing the dresses in your vicinity. You believed the rack you were browsing was a rack of Elie Saab, a designer you’d loved for a while now. You always saw his dresses as works of art, so delicate and intricate in its designs. Just as you were about to hit send, you glanced away from your phone to look at the dress you were feeling the material of. You felt your breath hitch in your throat and you quickly lowered your phone onto the carpet floor to pull the dress from the rack. There was no way; you’d found the exact dress you looked at while describing the wedding dress for your mini-series. How this dress was still available after so many seasons had passed was beyond you, but you needed to try it on. God, you hoped it was in your size.

You were so excited, you left your phone on the floor and quickly rushed into the dressing room to try it on. You held you breath the entire time, from the second you slipped into the gown to the moment you had to zip yourself into it. You finally breathed when you realized it was a perfect, like- an absolutely perfect, fits-like-a-glove, it-was-made-for-you fit.

“Why did you put your phone on the ground, Y/N?” You heard Ava ask. “Here, put it in her bag.” She passed it to Sebastian who was hanging the dresses he’d gotten with Ava on the empty rack they provided for you to hang all your try-ons. “Babe, there this one that I think- Oh my God,” Ava gasped when she saw you exit the dressing room. “Is that…”

“The dress I’ve been in-love with since I was sixteen, yes,” you nodded eagerly. “I found it over there and it’s a perfect fit, Ava.” You walked over to the mirror with absolute ease unlike the first one and almost whimpered at the sight of yourself. “Isn’t it amazing?” You looked at her through the mirror; her lips were still parted in awe. “Tell me it’s not meant to be.”

“I can’t,” she shook her head, walking over to you. “This dress is clearly made for you, like- oh my God, I can’t see you in anything else on the twenty-eighth of September. I really, really can’t.” You turned around, squealing. “Chris is going to lose his mind when he sees you walk down the aisle.”

“Oh, definitely.” Sebastian nodded in agreement. “I think we can call it a day ‘cause Ava’s right, there is nothing in here that will suit you better than that dress you have on now.” You smiled, mouthing a 'thank you’. “Can you do me a favor though?” He held up your phone, trying not to laugh and you knew he’d read Chris’ text. “Tell him I found that dress?”

“Sure thing,” you laughed.

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