well not really because i had to gif him

Forgive me Father, for I have sinned. 

You stare at the closed door in front of you and take a deep breath for the third time tonight. You’re standing outside your boyfriend’s apartment, like you’ve done a thousand times before. It’s the same chipped and faded paint on the wood you’ve seen that has been etched into your memory, along with the same useless doorbell that never works- But it all feels different, because of what you’ve come here to do.

You are completely, totally, hopelessly in love with Daveed Diggs. He feels the same way about you, you know he does. He’s expressed it breathlessly between kisses, in dorky love letters, and in a song coupled with Lin’s awkward beatboxing in the background. And because the two of you are in love, you want to do what people who are in love do.

In the year that you’ve been dating he has mostly managed to keep his hands off of you. You never went much further than the occasional hasty make out session on the couch, but lately you’d been wanting more. You came to his apartment with the intention of finally, finally taking that next step with him. You are worried about one thing, though, since you are an absolutely clueless virgin. You’ve never done this before, but have always imagined how it would go… your first time being so intimate with another human being. Thinking it through from the last couple of days, you convinced yourself you had nothing to worry about. He’s always been so caring with you, and you’re not a child. You know how this works.

You finally knock on the door, smoothing out your dress and fixing your hair as you wait. You’ve chosen to wear something that you know makes you look irresistible-a short, sleeveless dress, lace tights, and your lucky heels, all in black. It should definitely do the trick.

Soft footsteps come closer, and the door opens to reveal your boyfriend, messy haired and as cute as ever.

“Hey, Y/N,” He beams at you, his brown eyes shining with joy from your surprise of just randomly showing at his door. He’s so cute that you nearly forget to respond.

“Hi, Dave. Mind if I come inside?” You smile back, trying to add an edge to your voice that you hope is anything near sexy.

“Not at all, sugar,” He ushers you inside and kisses your cheek as you brush past him. “What inspired this visit?” He hums against your neck, slipping his arms around your waist.

“Oh, nothing, I just wanted to see you. That’s all,” You reply coyly.

“Well, you’re always welcome here. I can never get enough of you,” He’s still smiling at you, although it’s more of a smirk now. Maybe he knows what you’re up to. Still in an almost-embrace, you drift into the living room and onto the couch.

“Do you want a drink? I could get us some beers,” Daveed asks.

“How about something a little more… sophisticated?” You suggest sinking your vision to his eyes, hoping that you’re still being subtle.

He must have caught on to your plan, because his eyebrows quirk up, like they always do when he’s in a playful mood. “Coming right up, doll,” he says and whisks to the kitchen and returns shortly with two blood-red glasses. When he gives you yours your hands touch and linger. It’s as if every time your skin has come into contact, from the kiss at the door to this quick moment, sparks have flown between the two of you. Even making eye contact with him over the rim of your glass has you feeling hot all over.

It doesn’t take long before both of your glasses are drained and you’re basically in his lap, toying with the buttons at the top of his shirt. You kick off your shoes so you can bring your feet up on the couch. Looking down at you, he pulls you closer to him, as if it were even possible. It’s still chaste and innocent. You’re only playing with each other’s hair, looking into each other’s eyes. His gaze keeps flicking down to your lips, which you had agonized over for some time, delicately painting on the perfect shade of red. Then his lips are on yours, soft at first and then building up to something dangerous and reckless. There’s teeth, there’s tongue, it’s filthy and you love it. Your lipstick is definitely ruined but you couldn’t care less.

He pushes you onto your back, suddenly harsh and commanding. He has total control over you, and you’re just helplessly needy, arching into his touch and chasing those wonderful feelings he’s giving you. There’s that sinful thing he does with his tongue, and the way he keeps grinding his hips where your dress has ridden up… It’s too much and not enough.

“Maybe we should… Mmf… Go to your room?” You ask as he stops his assault on your lips to nibble at your collarbone.

He simply nods, holding your hand on the way there and looking at you like he wants to devour you. He throws you onto the bed, making you squeak in surprise. “I want you, and I’m going to take you… I’ll make you mine, babydoll…” He murmurs and literally tears your tights off your legs. The amount of force he’s using begins to scare you.

Your dress is the next to go. Thankfully, he manages to keep it in one piece. Now you’re fully exposed, except for a thin lace bra which he makes quick work of. He’s straddling you at this point, and you can feel his erection straining in his skinny jeans. “You’re so fucking beautiful, Y/N.” He growls as he takes in the expanse of your bare body. Even though it’s a compliment, it sounds almost predatory.

His clothes come off quickly. You want to take a second to let the fact sink in that you’re skin to skin with the love of your life, but he’s moving so fast you don’t have the time. It’s too frantic. Every touch is fleeting; every brush of your lips is too rushed.

“It’s been such a long time, sweetheart. You’re so gorgeous. I might have to skip the foreplay. I need to feel you, now,” He growls and pounces on you, and starts rutting his cock against your opening. It’s nice- but your eyes widen when you realize exactly how big he is. You were not expecting it to be so thick or so long, and you find yourself wondering how on Earth that is going to fit inside you. “Mmm… You’re going to feel me for days. You’ll be so wrecked when I’m through with you…” He’s pressing harder, sending prickles of pain throughout your body and your heart is racing. You want to back out, but it must be too late now. He’s starts to force it in you and it’s too much too soon- you cry out in pain.

“It’s okay, it will be better soon, it’s just been a while-” he begins to soothe you, his eyes closed and running his hands over your arms.

“No, no, no- I’m a virgin. I’m a virgin, Daveed.” You blurt out.

“You’re what?” He stops immediately, and pulls out to scoop you up in his arms.

“I’ve never had sex. I’m sorry… I’m sorry I didn’t tell you,” tears practically falling out as you admitted it. “I thought it would be fine, but you were being so rough, and you were bigger than I expected and…” You trail off, pressing your face into his bare shoulder.

“Oh my God, I’m so sorry Y/N.” He strokes your hair, kissing your forehead softly. “I’m so, so sorry. I shouldn’t have assumed that you’d done this before. I don’t know what I was thinking. Why didn’t you tell me? I would have made it better for you.”

“I don’t know.” You sigh. “I wanted everything to go smoothly.”

“That worked out really well.” He says sarcastically, trying to pull a joke. He must have noticed your worried expression because he adds, “I’m not mad at you, babe. Don’t worry. Just be honest with me in the future, okay?”

You nod meekly, and then smile at him, which he returns happily. Then he wraps you in another hug. “I didn’t say we had to stop. I only said we should go slower., You whisper, glancing at him and biting your lower lip.

“Will you be okay if I touch you?” he asks cautiously. He seems more afraid than you are, now. You find yourself unable to believe that he cares about you so much.

“Yes,” you breathe out.

He lets his hands run over you, in no rush. This time he worships you; he treats you like a queen. Daveed memorizes every dip and curve, delicately tracing every freckle and scar. It seems like an eternity before he reaches the place you need him to be. His fingers touch your clit hesitantly at first, but he moves faster as you let out whines and gasps of pleasure. “Do you like that, sugar?” he asks, smirking, obviously proud of the reactions he’s retrieving from you.

“Oh God, yes…” you cut yourself off with a moan when a finger enters you. It’s seconds before he finds the spot that has you begging for more and bucking into his hand. Then it’s joined by another, and you wince at the stretch but never stop the stream of noises and incoherent curses leaving your mouth.

“So wet… I think you’re ready, doll,” He retracts his fingers and guides you onto your back. He’s above you, now; knees braced on either side of you. You’re still shaking, but he’s still lending you soothing touches. Every time you look at him you find yourself reassured, somehow. It reminds you that all he wants tonight is to make you feel as special as he thinks you are. “I’ll be careful, I promise,” Daveed motions and kisses your forehead. Then he’s pushing in, as slow as he promised. He watches you carefully, ready to pull out at the first sign that you’re in pain. Your eyes are shut tight as you try to ignore the slight stretch. “Hey, look at me.” He tilts your chin up and you look at him. He’s absolutely bewitching like this, towering over you, beautiful eyes glinting and full of an intoxicating combination of adoration and lust. “Are you okay?”

“Yes,” you say. He takes this as his cue to slide in fully, eliciting a pained whimper from you. Immediately he’s planting quick, sloppy kisses to your neck, mumbling apologies and promises about how good it’s going to feel. You’re not sure if you believe him until he starts to move. Somehow he’s managed to reach a place you never knew existed, and each time he rubs against it you’re overcome with such an intense want for him. You moan out loud, shamefully loud, and he grins against your skin. Heat spreads over you, radiating from every point where your body connects with his. He keeps making all these wonderful, lewd noises- groans and breathy “oh fuck”s and unintelligible praise. The unhurried roll of his hips is driving you mad with bliss, to the point where you’re almost delirious.

“You’re so perfect, Y/N,” He groans. You try to respond, but you’re so overwhelmed by aching need and the heavenly drag of his cock in an out of you that you can’t manage more than desperate panting. You’re trembling beneath him, consumed with unfamiliar feelings and a fire that keeps threatening to break loose in your body. Unfathomable ecstasy washes over you when he finds your clit again, rubbing it to the beat of his thrusts. “I want to see you become undone for me,” he purrs.

So you do. It’s everything you thought it would be- heaven, paradise, a high you know you could never get from any drug. Your release triggers his, and you watch his face contort in euphoria.

Still in a haze, you untangle yourselves. He pulls you close to him, your back against his chest. Both of you are sweaty and practically burning up from your previous activities, but you don’t mind at all. “That was… amazing. You’re amazing,” He mumbles into your hair.

“You’re not too bad yourself.” You giggle, exhausted from your adventure.

“I love you so much, you know that, right?” You turn to face him and he props himself up on an elbow.

“Of course I do. I love you, too,” you say, and you mean it. He smiles and pecks you on the lips.

“I am sorry about your underwear though…”

You were terrible with directions- the absolute worst, and it wasn’t an exaggeration. If someone plopped you five blocks away from your apartment, you’d probably walk the opposite direction and end up in the middle of nowhere! Although, there was one advantage to being clueless with a sense of direction- Harry found it absolutely adorable. 

“Okay, I put the location in Google Maps, so we should be fine.” You buckled yourself in before reaching up to adjust the mirror. “But the truth is, we probably won’t need Google Maps because I’ve already memorized the path to that cute little diner you said you wanted to go to.” You beamed, very much proud of yourself. You’d never let Harry know this, but you had spent the past week practicing the route of getting from his place to the diner. 

“A’right, love. I trust yeh. Hopefully, we get there before the sun sets.” Harry joked, smiling over at you when you rolled your eyes playfully. He always liked teasing you about how scatterbrained you were when it came to directions, and even though you didn’t really mind- Well, you wanted to prove to him that you were somewhat capable of getting from point A to point B without getting lost! 

“We’ll arrive in less than twenty minutes, and if I’m unsuccessful, I’ll treat you to your disgusting green smoothies for the next week.” You challenged, already feeling a little heated at the cocky smirk plastered on Harry’s face. You loved him dearly, but good God, he was irritating.


It turns out that putting yourself on a time limit wasn’t the best idea because that had definitely put a damper on your confidence levels to get you and Harry to this damn diner. All the roads seemed to look different, and you had forgotten your glasses so you could barely read the signs. 

In two blocks, turn left.” What exactly was a block? Was a block where the sidewalk ended? That seemed to make sense. Right? Or maybe it was-

“Yeh missed the turn.” You nearly swerved when Harry’s voice interrupted your oh-so intense questions about what a block was. 

“That’s fine, I’ll just… I’ll just U-turn!” 

“Yeh can’t U-turn here.” 

Wrong direction. Wrong direction.

“You’re not being very helpful, Siri.” You muttered, aggressively flicking the turn signal as you tried to figure out a solution. Maybe if you just turned on this street, you could drive back to the right route!  

Sorry, I didn’t quite catch that.” 

“She didn’t catch that, Y/N.” Harry poked your arm, giggling when you swatted his hand away. He leaned against the armrest, watching you intently. “Y/N, yeh need to speak up fo’ Siri.”

“She’s a robot-” 

“She has feelings jus’ like you and me, love.”

“You sound insane.” You grumbled, stepping down on the gas pedal and keeping your eyes peeled for any familiar looking routes. Nada! 

Reminder: brunch in five minutes.” 

“You heard the woman, Y/N. Five minutes!” 

“Harry, I swear to go-” 

Sorry, I didn’t quite catch that.” Quickly, you reached over and locked your phone, letting out a little huff. Siri was just as annoying as your boyfriend. 


Four wrong turns and forty minutes later, you finally made it. Except, this wasn’t a very triumphant moment. 

“So what have we learned?”

“Always listen to Google Maps.”

“And?” You let out a heavy sigh, propping your chin up on your palm as you looked out the window.

“Speeding through red lights to get to brunch isn’t appropriate.” 


“Siri has valid feelings just like you and m-”

Sorry, I didn’t quite catch that.


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Imagine falling in-love with Chris.

It may have only been your third date with Chris, but you were already certain you were starting to fall for the guy. This was a first for you, it’d never taken you three dates before. It was always- without exception- a copious amount of dates before your mind allowed your heart to decide on someone. You were a hopeless romantic, but your parents raised you smart. They’d both experienced their fair share of toxic relationships, having both been cheated on before by their earlier partners which left you with the inclination to always love with your head before your heart. You thought you could do that with Chris, but the second he spoke to you- you knew you were a goner. That mental checklist you had, the tests you’d appropriate- they suddenly became insignificant. He was the one. He proved it in three dates without you even having to ask. He was the ultimate gentleman: kind, loving, caring, compassionate, sweet, and genuine. He’d hold open doors and pull out chairs, get the check and drive you home, lend you his jacket if it was cold and lend you his arm if it was slippery. He was the kind of guy parents wanted their daughters to date and eventually marry.

The clock in the lobby of your apartment block displayed the time of 12:03PM when you and Chris walked in. The security guard, Carson looked up from his lukewarm coffee and waved a lazy hand at the both of you as you crossed the main floor to the line of elevators. You lived in a neighborhood with very low crime rate, in a building with 24/7 security, but it never stopped Chris from walking you all the way to your door. It was a gesture you loved, a gesture you never felt had any other motives. If all he got at the end of each date was a hug, or a kiss on the cheek, he’d still walk away smiling. He was patient and respectful; qualities that were lacking in many. That was why you felt safe with him, content and comfortable as long as you were with him. You hoped he knew that, you needed him to know that.

“I told you I’d have you back in one piece,” Chris joked as soon as the two of you arrived at your front door. He released your hand so you could work on opening your front door. He watched you, smiling at how beautiful you looked in that red dress. He couldn’t believe it when you told him this was the first time you’d put it on, asking if it was because you’d only recently acquired such a masterpiece. You’d told him “no”, that “it’s just something I’ve been saving for a special occasion.” His smile tenfold when he heard that, honored that he was what you’d decided to bestow that beautiful dress with.

The lock of your apartment door clicked open and you turned your back on your front door to smile at him. “Thank you for tonight,” you said and he nodded, taking one of your hands in his. An ache filled both your hearts, knowing this was the end of the night. “I actually had a really good time,” you told him and he laughed.

“Why on earth do you sound so surprised?”

“Because it was a party and I don’t do parties well,” you admitted and he chuckled, unable to wipe that love sick smile off his face. He couldn’t explain it, the way he felt when he was with you. It was ineffable, and it was almost inevitable where his relationship with you would end up. “But it was fun, you made it fun.”

“I told you when we met I’m a very fun guy.”

“And I didn’t believe you then, but I believe you now,” you said then giggled when his smile widened. Your gaze lowered to your joined hands; neither were going to let go of the other. “So um…” It was so quiet in the hallway you heard yourself swallow. You didn’t want him to go, you knew the second you walked inside and he turned for the elevator- you’d miss him. You wanted to invite him inside, but you were afraid of what you might risk if you rushed into things. It was the third date, and commonly third dates meant sex but- it couldn’t just be about sex with him. If he was the one, you wanted more.

“Are you tired?” He suddenly blurted.

“What?” You looked at him confusedly.

“Do you want to talk?” He asked. “‘Cause I feel like we didn’t get to talk much at the party and-” He cut himself off then smiled, releasing your hand to tuck a lock of your hair behind your ear. “I’d really like to have some alone time with you.” You felt the butterflies flapping their wings rapidly against the walls of your stomach. “I’m not trying anything, Y/N. I’m serious about just wanting to talk, I always think we have the best conversations.”

“I don’t think you’re trying anything,” was all you said before opening your front door and beckoning him inside. You slipped off your heels and immediately became much shorter than him, turning on the lights in your kitchen as he removed his shoes.

The light in your open floor kitchen illuminated your living room, showcasing a coffee table drowning in an ocean of opened travel books about Italy, scattered pieces of paper with notes scribbled upon their white surfaces, and writing materials in various colors. You traveled for a living, he remembered you telling him that. You loved to write and you had an incredible sense of wanderlust, so what job was better for you than a travel journalist? Your job probably tore you away from your home and loved ones as much as his did, but still, there was optimism about the development of your relationship.

“Do you want something to drink?”

“I’m good,” he assured you, settling on your couch. “So when’s the next job?” He asked, looking back at you instead of scanning your materials in front of him. He felt like it was an invasion of privacy. This was actually the first time he’d been inside your apartment. It was nice, it possessed class he’d expected it to from looking at the owner. It was a little big considering you lived alone, but who was he to judge?

“Not for a few months,” you answered as you joined him on the couch. He took his arm off the back and rested it in his lap, planting both feet on the ground to give you more room. You were sat close enough so you could exchange an affectionate touch or two, but far enough to spot and cease any unwanted advances. It wasn’t Chris you were worried about, it was you. The sexual tension in the air was thick, the fact you were still a little buzzed made it worst. If you didn’t keep that small portion of your brain sober to remind you of the wonderful possibilities you could have with Chris by taking things slow, the two of you would be tangled in your sheets by now. “Italy is actually for a holiday, ‘cause it’s different when you’re working. Sometimes I don’t know if combining my two favorite things with a job was the best idea, I feel like it drains the goodness.”

“I’m sure it does, but it beats being stuck in an office doing that nine-to-five thing like a ritual.” He said and you chuckled, nodding in agreement. “I’m going to ask you something,” he reached across for your hand, the pad of his thumb gently running along your knuckles. “And don’t freak out ‘cause it’s just part of my dating process.”

“If you don’t want someone to freak out then don’t say the words ‘freak out’ ‘cause it freaks people out,” you told him and he laughed, squeezing your hand. “What is it?” You asked, resting your elbow on the back of your couch and leaning your head against your palm.

“How do you know when you’re in-love with someone?”

You felt your breath caught in your throat as you tried to process his words. Was it really a question that was part of his dating process, or was he trying to tell you something? You falling head over heels for him after three dates, you understood. You were a girl and not even feminism protected you from those Hollywood Rom-Com stereotypes when it came to a guy as perfect as Chris. But Chris was a guy and you weren’t that perfect, so what was he hinting at?

“How do you know when you’re in-love with someone?” You answered with his question and he chuckled, shaking his head. Clearly he’d expected that reaction from you, it was a bold question after only three dates.

“I can’t envision my future without her being there,” he answered. “I start to plan with her in mind. I become more aware of my decisions. I don’t do anything that I think will affect her negatively. And of course, the cliché of always wanting to be around her, and…” He shuffled closer, taking your hand and pressing it to where his heart was. “And feeling my heart beat twice as fast and three times as hard when I’m with her.”

“Ditto,” you heard yourself mumble as you watched him lean in.

“If I tell you I’m in-love with you,” he whispered, lips inches from yours, “will you promise not to run?” You nodded, taking your head from your hand and resting said hand on his cheek instead. “Because I’m in-love with you, Y/N. I’m in-love with you after three dates, is that insane?”

“No,” you smiled, “‘cause I’m pretty sure you had me at two.”

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Tom Holland Imagine: Interview

Summary: You’re being interviewed and have mentioned in the past that you have a crush on Tom Holland. He surprises you in air and asks you out.

A/N: so this is based on something that actually happened to poor sweet little Bea Miller with Luke Hemmings where Luke surprised her on air when she had mentioned in the past that she had a crush on him😂😂 enjoy!

Warnings: None


“So, we’re on air with Y/N L/N and she just sang a cover of Sam Smith’s "Stay With Me”. So Y/N, what first inspired you to become a singer?“

"Well, I’ve always loved singing and one day there were some painters painting our bathroom and I was singing Cinderella by the Cheetah Girls and one of the painters thought that I was the radio and after that I just became very passionate about singing and wanted to peruse it. I was very lucky to be given such supporting parents that allowed me to follow my dreams.”

“Well, thank you Mrs. And Mr. L/N! I love your music. And I heard recently that you’re quite the marvel fan! Any crushes on the cast?”

“Yes! I love marvel. And I do have my eye on one marvel actor…”

“C'mon, spill, Y/N, who is it!?”

“I’ve already spilled it! I’ve been saying for the past couple months that I’ve had my eye on that new Spider-Man, Tom Holland. He’s VERY cute.”

“Tom Holland!?”

“Yes, he’s sooooo cute! I’ve never really cared for Spider-Man until him. He’s just amazing for the role.”

“He is amazing. What would you do if you ever met him?”

“Uhhh would it be weird if I asked him to marry me? Haha”

“Well let’s ask him. Tom, would you be weirded out if Y/N asked you to marry her?”

I paused before I heard a British accent speak through the phone.

“I would be honored if she asked me to marry her! I’m quite the fan of hers.”

“Well, Tom, I just have one request, wait till you’re older!”

“Haha, well of course!”

I sat there waiting for the interviewer to tell me this was fake.

“Well, Y/N, you have your answer!”

“…That’s a joke, right?”

“No, that’s really Tom Holland!”

“No, that’s a joke! That has to be a joke! Oh my god, I’m so embarrassed!”

“No, it’s really him! Go ahead and ask him any question!”

“No, because then I’m gonna look like an idiot because that’s not really him!”

“Not it’s really Tom! Tom, say something to prove that it’s you!”

I heard a laugh before “Tom” finally spoke again.

“I don’t know what to say, I’ve never really had to prove myself before.”

“Well, how about you just ask Y/N what you wanted to ask her.”

“Yes, of course! Y/N, I was wondering if you would like to be my date to the Spider-Man: Homecoming premiere in LA next week.”

“What!? This is a joke! This isn’t Tom! This isn’t happening!”

“Love, it’s really me! I would love for you to accompany me! I have to go now, but have Ryan give you my number before you leave and you can call me and we’ll set everything up! Goodbye, everyone! I can’t wait for you guys to see the film in theaters worldwide on July 7th!”

Then the line went dead.

“That was fake, right?”

“No that was really Tom Holland.”

“OH MY GOD! I hate you! That was so embarrassing!”

“Well, now you have a date with him!”

“I can’t believe that just happened! Oh my god, I’m so embarrassed! Wow, it’s really a good thing that I said he was hot cause like it would’ve been really awkward if I was just like ‘God I hate Tom Holland he’s the worst spider-man ever’ and then he was just like 'uhh… hey…’”

“Hahaha! That would’ve been so funny! Well, for all you people just now tuning in, we’ve just set Tom Holland and Y/N L/N up on a date for next week. Well, Y/N, it’s been a real pleasure to have you with us today! We’ll have to get you back soon so you can tell us all about your date!”

“Well, I wouldn’t want to spill the details to anyone else!”

And with that the interview ended. Before I left, Ryan made sure to give me a piece of paper with Tom’s number written on it.

—Time Skip—

“Alright, Y/N, Tom’s going to meet you at the premiere at the front of the red carpet. He should be there before you so just go meet him there.”

“Okay, Lindsay. Thank you!”

I hung up the phone with my manager before I got inside the black car waiting outside to drive me to the premiere.

I tapped my foot impatiently on the floor of the car as I waited for it to pull up to the premiere. Not only was I FINALLY going to be seeing Spider-Man: Homecoming, but my celebrity crush was my date to the event!

After what felt like hours, the car pulled to a stop. A man in a black suit opened the door and helped me out. I thanked him and then walked to the entrance to the red carpet where Tom was standing, fidgeting nervously with his tie.

His eyes finally landed on me and smile lit up on his face.

“Told you it was me.” He said as he held his hand out to me.

I laughed as I shook his hand.

“Sorry for being really awkward, I was just caught off guard…”

Tom laughed.

“You’re fine. It was actually really cute and flattering. And hey, maybe if everything goes well tonight I really will take you up on your proposal.”

I elbowed Tom in the gut as he laughed at my red face.

“Shut up!”

Tom finally stopped laughing and guided me out onto the red carpet.

Cameras were flashing and people were yelling our names as they noticed our arrival. Tom’s hand laid on my lower back as we smiled and chatted as paparazzi took our picture.

After a few minutes of picture taking, Tom and I walked away to the interview section.

“I’m gonna skip this part and go get a drink. I’ll meet you when you’re done, okay?” I said to him.

Tom smiled down at me.

“Sounds good, love.” He said as he kissed my forehead.

I watched as Tom walked up to where Jacob was standing and began to interrupt their interview.

I smiled and walked into the lobby of the theater.

I grabbed a water bottle off the table and pulled my phone out and began to reply to a few texts when I felt a hand tap my shoulder.

I turned around to face a boy around my age standing there. He was slightly taller than Tom and had bright blue eyes and blonde hair.

“Hello! I’m Harrison, Tom’s best friend!”

“Oh, hello! I’m Y/N.”

“Yeah, I know. Tom hasn’t shut up about this date all week.”


“Yeah! He dragged me to TONS of stores trying to find the best outfit and wouldn’t stop nagging me about whether or not he looked good enough for you.”

I blushed at Harrison’s confession.

“Alright, Haz, that’s enough.” Tom interrupted before Harrison could go on.

I turned to face him and saw that a slight shade of pink on his once pale cheeks.

Harrison laughed before walking away to where Zendaya and Laura stood across the lobby.

“Sorry about him, love. He sometimes doesn’t know when to shut his mouth.”

“It’s fine. He’s seems really sweet.”

“Yeah, as much of a pain in the ass he is, he’s the best friend I could ever ask for.”

I smiled at Tom before he lead me into the theater. Tom greeted some of his friends and cast mates before taking a seat between Harrison and I.

As the movie ended, I noticed how nervous Tom seemed as he look around at everyone’s reactions.

“Tom, the movie was absolutely incredible!” I said to him as I squeezed his hand.

Tom looked over at me with a look of relief.

“Thank you, Y/N. That means a lot.”

“Of course, Tom. I loved every second of it.”

Tom couldn’t stop the smile from spreading across his face.

“Y/N, do you think maybe we could go out tomorrow? Like, on a real date?”

“I would like nothing more.”

—5 Years Later—

“Y/N! How have you been?!”

“I’ve been outstanding, Ryan!”

“So, I have to know what you wanted to share! Once you called in, I couldn’t wait to get you on air again.”

“Well, Ryan. As you and most of your viewers probably know, Tom and I have been dating for 5 years as of yesterday. And since Tom and I met on your show, I thought it be best if I shared the news on here first. On April 14, 2023, Tom and I will be getting married!” I said as I held my finger up showing the ring Tom had given me last night.

“Oh my god! You and Tom are getting married!?”

I nodded.

“He proposed last night on our anniversary. I called first thing this morning and demanded to be put on air to make the announcement!”

“That’s so amazing, Y/N! I hope I’m invited to the wedding!”

“Well of course! How could we not invite the person who started it all?!”

“Wow, thank you so much for sharing the news with us first! Now I’m sure you have a lot of planning to do so I’m going to let you go. I hope you have the best time planning your wedding!”

“Thank you, Ryan!”

And with that, you were out of the studio and on your way home to your future husband.

TITLE: Quiet Confessions

‘Death leaves a heartache no one can heal, love leaves a memory no one can steal.’

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“What are you doing?” Loki asked her noticing she was on the steps outside of his house in the pouring rain.

She turned and smiled at him, “Waiting for you.”


She shrugged and turned back around, “It’s a pretty day, don’t you think?” She held out her hand, feeling the water wet her hand.

He grabbed her shoulders and pulled her up, “It is. But not when you’re about to get sick. Honestly.” He shook his head at her, feeling she was getting colder by the second he rushed her to his house. “What are you thinking? You could get hypothermia.” He grabbed a towel and gave it to her.

He heard her laugh, while fixing her up some tea. “I swear to god you’re insane. One day you’re going to kill yourself while doing something silly.” He plopped the tea bag in her mug and waited for the water to boil. He turned around and saw her watching him. “What?” He touched his face, thinking there was something there. “Do I have something on my face?”

She shook her head, a small cough coming from her mouth. She gave him back his towel and told her to keep a hold of it. “Thank you.” She said as she brought the mug to her lips. He nodded in acknowledgement.

“Now, care to tell me why you’re here?”

She coughed again, harshly and longer this time. He cringed as he saw her struggling to breath, “See you’re already getting sick.” He tried to lighten the mood.

“I was just around the neighbourhood and I wanted to see you.”

“So…you didn’t knock? You just sat there?”

“I knew you’d come out sooner or later.” She smiled.

Loki looked at her peculiarly, she seemed off…somehow. Well, it was her and she did a lot of random things, that’s what he loved about her. Loki sighed her name, “We haven’t spoke in half a year. What are you really doing here?”

Her smile dropped and looked at him, no emotion on her face whatsoever. “Do you still have the envelope I gave you, Loki?”

‘Envelope? Huh?….Oh right, yeah.’ He nodded and moved towards his room, getting it. She stopped him with her hand, “I don’t want you to get it Loki. I was just wondering if you still had it.”

“Of course, I’d still have it, you told me to keep it, to only open it when something big and devastating happened. I still think you’re barmy.” He rolled his eyes as he returned back to his spot. “Why do you ask?”

“Hmm?” She looked at him, she was thinking about the future before. It hurt her head when she thought for a long time. It also hurt her when she was doing things that acquired large energy, such as walking, but she wouldn’t tell him that. “Sorry, I was daydreaming.”

“You do that a lot, you know? One of the weirdest things about you.” She smiled at him while he scowled at her.

She loved him, he hoped he knew. Sure he wasn’t the nicest person on the planet, but what would you get from a God?

“Do you remember what we talked about before?”

“When before?”

“You know, that day at the Rainbow Bridge? When you took me to Asgard and we talked about the future, while laying down and looked at the stars?”

He remembered that day clearly, etched into his mind. He sighed happily as he recalled that day.

Loki took her to Asgard, to meet the rest of his family, well they wanted to meet her. Wanting to see the girl that captured his heart…even though she didn’t know anything about that. That would be kept as a secret for a long time. Loki remembered as they finished their feast and they walked aimlessly down the Rainbow Bridge, stopping around halfway to sit down.

She looked like she belonged there, her personality suited it. He remembered there was a breeze which made her dress sway a bit, and her hair flowing in the night sky. If he had a chance to paint any picture, that would be it. That was one of the most defined moment of his life, he thought. Here was a girl who has stuck by him, through thick and thin and he couldn’t even tell her that he loved her. Three little words.

Loki remembered sitting down and talking about the future and the what ifs. He remembered her telling him that she wants a huge family one day, living somewhere, maybe Asgard or a small Scottish cottage. Somewhere peaceful and quiet. He wanted to be that guy when she told him.

“Judging by your smile, I’m saying you remember?” She interrupted his memories as she gave him a faint sheepish smile.

“Bits and pieces.” He bit out. He saw her smile drop a bit and he felt like A-grade ass. “Can’t help it, I’m getting old.” She laughed out loud for this one, and he couldn’t help but smile as well.

“I remember telling you about my future, I really hope that one day that happens, you know? With the right guy, hopefully soon.” She whispered her confession. She put her mug in the sink and looked at the clock. “I have to go back to the hos- home. I’ll see you later Loki.” She coughed again and gave him a smile.

“I’ll see you later as well, treat your cold.” She waved at him and coughed again. He frowned, she seemed to be having a coughing fit. Thinking nothing of it, he closed the door and sighed.

Loki felt like ripping the nine realms apart. There was something burning inside his chest, he wished he could rip it out and just toss it. He belted out a scream while thrashing his room. There was a light knock on the door. “Brother?”

Loki didn’t bother responding as he flipped his table upside down. “This is not fair! Why? Why brother?  WHY?” He yelled at Thor as he ducked a vase.

“Loki, calm down.”

“Calm down? You want me to calm down? Do you know how preposterous you sound right now?” Thor furrowed his brows as he took steps towards his brother.

“I apologise, but I am very sorry about your loss. Did you know anything?”

Loki shook his head as he dropped down to his knees, “She visited me once, she looked fragile and weak, she also had a coughing fit. I did not think anything of it, I thought it was just the flu. Gods, I’m so foolish!”

Thor felt the room crack under Loki’s magic. “Hush, Loki. She would have not wanted this.”

He placed a comforting hand on Loki’s shoulder, “I am foolish brother, I did not even tell her my true feelings.”

Thor knelt down in front of his weeping brother, “I am sure, she knew Loki. And I am sure that she returned those feelings for you. I recall that she gave you something before?”

Loki’s eyes widened, filled with tears he ransacked his room until he found the letter from her. “Leave Thor, please.” Thor did not need to be told twice. He walked to the door a single glance back at his brother, he shook his head and closed the door.

Loki sat down on the bed, sighing he flipped the enveloped. There it was his name in her tilted handwriting, the letter felt thick and heavy. He carefully opened the enveloped and brought out the letter.  There were several things in there, there was at least five photographs.

He looked at them each, one was him, her and the Avengers, he recalled the man in the iron suit had wanted a group photo, and he insisted annoyingly that Loki be a part of it. Another was him trying to figure out how to cook, the third her and him in the park with Darcy, Jane and Thor. The fourth was just him and her, him being in a Midgardian suit attire. And the last…the last took his breath away. It was a photo of him and her on that night sitting on the Rainbow Bridge. ‘How?’ He thought.

He put the letter and the other photographs by his side and looked at the picture. It seemed magical and staged, but it was not. He could see himself staring at her lovingly from a far and her staring right back at him. ‘Who took this photo?’ It was perfect.

He closed his eyes and put the photo close to his chest. “Oh…oh, my love.” He gently put it beside him and grabbed the letter and began reading it.


Hello you. You’re probably wondering why I gave you a letter right? Or not, since you’re used to well me being me.

I’m writing this letter because, well today I just found out I had cancer. I don’t know if you know anything about it, but incase if you don’t. Well, it’s a Midgardian disease, there’s no known cure for it, I’m pretty sure. I don’t know if they have it in Asgard…

Now, you’re thinking that why wouldn’t I tell you? Well, it’s simple, really. I wanted to be with you. I wanted you to be happy and not have this thing over your head. I wanted you to be YOU while being with me. But then, the treatments and such got into the way of that. I know we haven’t spoken in around 5 months and now I’m just giving you a letter out of the blue, but I needed this. I needed to write you this.

These will be my last words Loki. My last words for you.

You don’t know how much you mean to me. You are my everything, my stars, my moon, my life. Do you remember that day when we sat on the Rainbow Bridge? That was the day I wanted to tell you everything. Everything that I felt for you, wanted from you.

When I told you I wanted to live somewhere quiet and have a big family, I wanted that. With YOU. There was no one else that can make me feel the way you did. When I was around you I felt like I was on fire, I was being re-born. You made me feel like me. You made me feel complete.

I wish I could have that future with you, I goddamn wished I didn’t have this! I wish that we could have Midgardian, half Jotunn babies. Wow, that would have been a sight? Can you imagine dropping them off to preschool? Or when I gave birth to them?

I have never regretted anything.

The only thing I regretted was not telling you in person that I love you.

I goddamn love you so much. More than I thought could be possible.

Those are my last words for you my Loki. Please be happy. Anyway, I won’t be really gone, I’ll be watching over you…gods that sounded weird.

I love you.

Loki carefully folded the letter back, tears in his eyes he grabbed the items and marched towards the Bifrost.

Once he reached it, he hastily wiped his eyes. “Heimdall, I am sure you know why I am here.”

Heimdall nodded, “I am very sorry for your loss. I just wanted to let you know she loved you greatly, and that it was you she was thinking about when she passed.”

Loki felt his heart clench and nodded solemnly to Heimdall who let him go onto the Bifrost. “I’m trusting you know where I want to go?”

He felt the rush of the Bifrost as he was taken to his destination. Loki landed on the ground with a thud and looked up at the landscape before him.

It was a little cottage, on a cliff, over looking the Scottish sea. This was the place that he secretly bought for her. He walked to the door and opened it. He breathed in and smelt the wood. He walked around the small cottage, going outside via the garden.

He looked up at the night stars. “The only thing I regretted was not telling you that I love you. And now it is too late.

“You see this cottage, I bought for you, when you told me you wanted somewhere quiet and peaceful, I bought this for you. You don’t know how much hassle I had to go through buying this for you.” He laughed and the stars twinkled. “I miss you.” He whispered. He felt a gust of wind hitting him.

“I miss you too.” Was what he could faintly hear from the wind. He looked up hopeful and watched the night stars twinkling. He smiled and walked back inside.

This is where he would live, this is where he would stay, until the day she comes back to him, taking him to a better life.

Please don’t hate me. 

That’s all I can say about this chapter.

EDIT: If you want to really suffer, start playing ‘Mistake Of Your Life’ from The Duchess OST at the line: 
“You kept your head down all the way to the bedroom.”

Prompt[s]: Yay yay yay yay yay!

What does he mean he won’t fall in love?! Like, excuse you, Loki, but too damn late!

I love your fic The Tower :)

‘The Tower’ (Part 13)

Part 12

After that day, you returned to the tower on a regular basis. It was like nothing had ever happened, and because of that, Loki was careful to watch his temper. He didn’t engage in much conversation but minded his manners when he did. He spoke slowly, and calmly, and for once used his brain for something other than scheming. It was like this for 2 weeks.

As well as inside, Loki was beginning to show means of improvement on the outside too. No more did he bear lines on his face, or hollow cheeks. The shadows around his eyes had disappeared to. It was obvious now that though the Tower did sustain him, it didn’t keep him fit and healthy. You’d done that.

You hadn’t brought as much food today, on account of having something else to carry. You pulled out the blade, displayed it, and Loki raised an eyebrow.
“I’ll admit,” he said, “I’m surprised it took you this long. Most people want me dead far sooner in their acquaintance with me.”

With a smirk, you dropped the basket of tools to the ground.
“You’re unclean,” you muttered, rummaging around in the basket. Loki frowned.
“Truly, you’re too kind to me.”
“Oh, shush, I’m just trying to help. I’ve brought my father’s shaving kit.”

Loki watched you return the blade to the basket, instead beginning to search your things for something else. After a while, the expression on your face changed. Glee.
“Found it! I found it,” you called with joy.

The robe was… actually very nice. It was a warm navy colour, flecks of gold stitching embellishing the long sleeves. A long dip in the collar created a v-neck to also bore gold. You held it aloft so that Loki could admire it, eventually pulling out the loose grey trousers that were intended to accompany it.
“I picked up some more material from the market a while ago, and I’ve been working on this ever since.”

“It’s not… really my colour,” Loki said, scratching the back of his head. He didn’t know how to feel about your gift. He was appreciative, undoubtedly, but he was concerned what it meant.
“I couldn’t give a rat’s ass if it’s not your colour. I’ve made you something, you’re going to at least try it on.”
“What if it doesn’t fit?”
“I’ve brought my sewing materials with me. I’ll make it fit.”

Loki smirked.
“You’re not going to let this go, are you?”
“Not a chance. Go and bathe, then I’ll let you try it on.”

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Title: To Care for Someone
Character: Danny Rand
First Part: http://ofnifflersandkings.tumblr.com/post/163577578842/title-hello-again-character-danny-rand-an-like


You gasped a little at the sudden loud noise, dropping a couple of books you were holding onto for a customer. You looked over to see Danny, with a broad grin on his face.

“Jesus Danny,” You scolded him with a small laugh. “You have to stop greeting me like this, one of these days I’m going to have a heart attack.”

Danny grinned sheepishly before kneeling down and helping you pick them up. “I’m sorry, you were always the easiest to scare.”

You gave him a look, opening your mouth to protest before you laughed. “I can’t even pretend like that’s a lie.”

Danny handed you the books back and you thanked him.

“Oh hey, you finally got around to getting a haircut then?”

Danny’s beard had been shaven to a short scruff, and his hair was finally clean and trimmed. “Yeah I did,” He said, his hand subconsciously running through the blonde curls. “Do you like it?”

You nodded. “It’s an improvement that’s for sure,” You ran your free hand along his scruff. “I feel like I can actually see you now.”

Danny tilted his head and smiled. “And?”

You laughed, lightly tapping his cheek. “You’re a very handsome man, Danny.”

When you turned around, you missed the way Danny’s eyes lit up and how he quickly followed after you.

He noticed that the shop was quiet, the only noises being the soft music playing through the speakers in the ceiling. “You’re not busy with something are you?”

“Nah, I’m closing soon,” You told him over your shoulder as you started to turn off some of the main floor lights. “Told the workers I’d take care of closing.”

“Really?” Danny asked, continuing to follow behind you as you maneuvered your way across the shop. “Joy was telling me that this is a pretty popular spot in the city, and it’s a big place, don’t you need the help?”

You sighed, grabbing a basket to start sorting through the clearance items that could just be donated. “I don’t mind, I like keeping myself busy.”

Danny paused his movements, watching you now. “I never got to ask, but it’s been on my mind,” He said, running his finger along the spines of a few books. “How come you aren’t at the company like you’re siblings? I mean you were practically your father’s favorite, surely he left you something.”

“Yeah he did,” You said, putting the basket aside while you took a seat up on an empty counterspace. “But you know me, I hated corporate business, it was never my thing. And quite frankly the money was something I didn’t care for either.”

Danny turned to you, moving closer to where you sat. “So you turned down everything?”

You laughed, your gaze turning to your hands. “Well I tried to, the lawyers told me I couldn’t turn down my inheritance money, but that I could give my share of the company to Joy and Ward. But don’t worry about me, I still have far more money than I’ll ever know what to do with.”

Danny was now standing directly in front of you, his arms folded across his chest while he listened to you talk. “How’d they take it?”

“Joy understood, she was always the one I went to about silly stuff, Ward though, was upset with me at first. But I’ve become the master at knowing how to convince my brother.”

Danny smiled. “I remember when you were small you used to tell me you wanted to be a librarian when you grew up.”

“Did I?” You asked with a laugh. “I’m surprised you remembered silly stuff like that.”

Danny shrugged. “I always had a soft spot for you. When you found out Ward locked me in the freezer you chased him around your house, trying to wack at him with one of your books.”

Your eyes went wide and your face felt warm. “Who told you about that?!”

“Joy, she told me when I asked why your Mom and Dad sent you to your grandparents house for two weeks.”

You closed your eyes while you internally cringed. “Let’s stop talking about me, what brings you to my humble palace.”

“Right, well I got Hogarth to help me with getting my company back. And earlier today, Joy and Ward signed over my 51% of it.”

“Oh wow, that’s great!” You said, giving him a smile. “I’m only sorry they gave you such a hard time to begin with.”

He smiled and shook his head. “Doesn’t matter now, I have my name back, and that’s what’s most important.”

“I’m very happy for you, Daniel Thomas Rand.” You said, looking at him with a sigh. “You’ve certainly earned it.”

“That’s not the only reason why,” Danny told you, moving so his hands rested on the counter, his arms on either side of you. “I came to thank you, you were the only person who believed me. You were there when I needed you most.”

You shook your head bashfully, your gaze moving to look at him. “I didn’t do much of anything, except gave you a place to sleep every now and then.”

“You did so much more than that though, when I thought I had lost everything. I found you, and you made everything feel right again. I had my home again when I was with you. I wouldn’t be here without you.”

You smiled, genuinely moved by his kind words. “Well thank you for thinking so.”

Danny stared at you for a moment, he couldn’t wrap his head around the fact that someone as absolutely wonderful as you didn’t see that fact. You were very much still the sweet and more self-conscious girl he knew but now, he found himself caring for you in a different way.

It was strange for him, during his training he swore to give up such frivolous things like romantic entanglements or personal connections.

But with you it felt different.

Anytime he saw you he got this fluttering feeling in his chest, and whenever you were close by he could only focus his attention solely on you. And he found himself caring about your opinion and what you thought about him.

“Danny? You okay?” You asked, snapping him out of his small trance.

“I’m fine,” He assured you, looking back at you with a small smile. “Can I take you out on a date?”

Well that was a surprise.

“I’m sorry, a what?”

“A date, you know, when someone who likes other person takes them out-”

“I know what a date is,” You said, slightly laughing. “Just why would you want to go on one with me?”

Danny smiled softly, reaching out and brushing away some the loose strands of hair that had fallen into your eyes. “Because I like you.”


Before you met Harry, you liked to describe yourself as a relatively emotionless robot of a person. This didn’t necessarily mean you had a resting bitch face on at all times, it just meant it was harder for you to express yourself through your feelings. You were used to people accusing you of being sarcastic when you were really trying to give a genuine compliment, and your body was used to automatically stiffening up whenever someone came at you with open arms for a hug. The one time you gave a hug was when Y/F/N was going through a breakup. It wasn’t a proper hug, though. It was one of those awkward side hugs followed by a reassuring pat on the back. It was still a hug in your mind. The point was, showing and giving any kind affection was extremely hard for you. Which was how Harry came up with this conclusion: 

“You don’ love me. Is tha’ it?”  You choked on your tea when that came out of Harry’s mouth after you had asked him what was on his mind. 

“What in the hell- I think all those kale smoothies have gone straight to your head.” You coughed, patting your chest lightly before closing the novel you were reading. This was more interesting than your mystery-murder novel. 

“I’m jus’ pointing out the fact that you’ve never actually said it to me. I’m the one that’s always saying it to you!” 

“Yeah, and I say it back!” 

“No, no,” Harry scoffed, shaking his head before giving you a pointed look. “You give me a, ‘mhm, me too’. That is not how you respond to an ‘I love you’!” 

“But I’ve said it before!” It was true, you did say it to Harry once! It was when you were in a rush because you had spent the morning snuggling with Harry instead of getting ready for work, and before you ran out you might’ve let an ‘I love you’ slip out - But in Harry’s defense, that really was the only time you’d ever said that. 

“So you do love me?” 

“Of course I- Well, I don’t know, I guess-”

“What do you mean you don’t know?!” Harry gasped dramatically, his eyes nearly popping out of their sockets. Harry was fully aware that you loved him, but it was always fun riling you up and getting you flustered over this. 

“Christ, Harry, I love you!” You groaned, pursing your lips in frustration. “I love you, alright? Is that what you wanted?” You huffed, opening your book and flipping back to your page. You could already feel your cheeks heating up from those three words. It was silly how three words had such a huge impact on you. 

“Say it again,” Harry demanded quietly, leaning forward and propping his chin up on his palm. “C’mon, you know I deserve a proper one.” You couldn’t help but roll your eyes, closing your book slowly and clearing your throat. 

“I… I love.. you.” You managed to push out, your face probably beet red at this point. 

“I need t’ hear it in a coherent sentence if it’s genuine, Y/N.” Harry knew exactly how to push your buttons and you couldn’t decide whether you hated it or loved it. With a sigh and a quiet huff, you managed to finally say it in a coherent sentence

“I love you. I really do, Harry.” You muttered, looking up at him for a second before glancing away. You couldn’t say it while keeping eye contact because that would make you melt into a puddle. Silence was the only thing you got in response, and you kind of wished you didn’t say anything in the first place. You looked up to see Harry drumming at his pursed lips with his pointer finger, looking as if he was contemplating something. 

“I don’t buy it. Not enough emotion.” Harry joked, making your jaw drop slightly before you were pushing your bottom lip out in a pout. 

“Why, you little-” You raised your hand, very much wanting to give him a swat across the arm. 

“I’m kidding, I’m kidding!” Harry giggled, grabbing your hand and pulling it slightly closer to him. “I loved it. I love you.” He hummed, pressing a delicate kiss to your knuckles. Now you wanted even more to melt into a puddle because this was almost too adorable. 

“Mhm, me too.” Back to square one. 


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Imagine Chris being worried about you.

A/N: Part 2, yay! Not much to say here, just building things up for y'all. 😏 You can read the previous parts here - (Mini Series - Masterlist; Mini Series Spin-off - ‘Unexpected Reader - Masterlist’; ‘Chapter 2 - Little Ways Away: Part 1’) Enjoy. X

“Bet you thought I was going to answer the phone. Well, I’m not because I’m busy so-”

Chris hung up before your voicemail could finish talking, sighing because it was the seventh time he’d gotten your voicemail in three days. He was starting to get worried because he hadn’t spoken with you since Sunday, which was when he’d questioned if you were really okay and you’d lied to his face. The two of you agreed to have a proper conversation after that one, but it was yet to happen. Every time he called, you’d watch it ring and let it go to voicemail then text him back with an excuse as to why you couldn’t answer: “I’m in class.”, “I’m on my way to work.”, “I’m in the library.”, “Dodger and I are going for a walk.”, “Ava and I are on our way to a movie.”, “I have to call my mom.”, “I’m going grocery shopping.” Out of the seven times, you’d only told the truth twice about why you had to miss his call.

Now Chris didn’t know if he was really that unlucky and you were really that busy, or if you were avoiding him so you wouldn’t have to deal. You knew him, as well as he knew you, so you got what he meant when he said “I’ll call you tomorrow and have an actual conversation, okay?” The last thing you needed was a worried boyfriend- something Chris would’ve become if he’d confronted you and you’d broke down crying- so you decided it was better if you avoided him for a while. In your mind, it was a good idea because yes, he’d be worried, but he’d be less worried than if he knew the truth about your struggles. You knew he had enough on his plate with a project as big as Infinity War and that he didn’t need you to be on it too.

In your mind, you were being a thoughtful girlfriend; in Chris’, however, you weren’t. And though Ava knew how things would end if you didn’t reconsider your bad idea, she said nothing because since she spilled the beans to Chris- you’d politely asked her to stay out of your relationship. She agreed, of course, because as your best friend she’d always respect your decision- even if it was “a fucking stupid one.” That comment was unsaid because she knew you didn’t need a fight with her when a fight with Chris was obviously on its way. All of this, everything that was happening right now was the calm before the storm. Eventually Chris would get ahold of you and everything you thought you could avoid would come crashing down onto you.

“Bet you thought I was going to-”

“God dammit, Y/N,” Chris cussed as he slammed his phone onto the table; Sebastian looked up with a raised brow. “Sorry,” Chris muttered, rubbing his forehead. “I just-” he huffed, “I’m trying to get ahold of Y/N and she won’t pick up and I’m kind of freaking out. She’s clearly going through something, but she won’t talk to me about it. And I don’t- What the fuck is going through her mind?” Sebastian pursed his lips at Chris’ obvious frustration. “Does she think this is a good idea- to just avoid my calls like my worries are just going to disappear?”

“I think it’s a good idea to breathe, maybe?” Sebastian suggested and Chris took a slow, deep breath. “Okay, now that you have some oxygen in your lungs,” Sebastian teased then chuckled when Chris shot him a weary look. “Just relax, man. I’m sure everything’s fine and you’re just overreacting.”

“I am not overreacting, she-”

“That sounds like something someone who’s overreacting would say,” Sebastian cut him off with pursed lips and Chris rolled his eyes. “Oh come on, Chris,” Sebastian chuckled. “She’s a university student, what do you expect? Do you remember your university experience? 'Cause I do. Things get busy and chaotic and overwhelming, but it’s nothing that we couldn’t handle. So stop worrying so much, Y/N is a capable girl. If she’s not telling you things, maybe it’s because she can handle it.” Chris huffed and Sebastian sighed, “I know you feel like you have to protect her 'cause she’s younger than you, but maybe you’re being a little overbearing?”

Chris had nothing to say because Sebastian made some pretty solid points. Like you, he had a best friend to knock some sense into him, buff tense situations, and talk him out of some dumb decisions. Perhaps Sebastian was right, perhaps he was being a little overbearing. But he couldn’t help it, you were important to him and he knew you weren’t the kind of person who talked about things unless he pressed. That was one of the differences he’d found between you and your second person protagonist, you were more concern with how he saw you which meant you’d lie to him if you had to. He realized that the two of you really needed to discuss that before it became a bigger problem than it already was, and he knew it would because honesty and communication were two of the most important factors in a successful relationship. Clearly those were the areas the two of you lacked in considering everything that’d happened between the two of you.

“I’m sure she’ll talk to you when she’s ready,” Sebastian consoled. “Until then- I don’t think you should push her. I don’t know her as well as you, but I feel like she’s one of those girls who- y'know, the-more-you-push-the-further-she’ll-run? She seems like the type, and it’s not a bad type- it’s just tricky.” Chris sighed and nodded in agreement. “But she obviously cares about you, so don’t give up on her. After all, you don’t know what her reasons are. Maybe she doesn’t want you to worry and that’s why she’s not telling you anything.”

“I’m not going to give up on her.” Chris wasn’t sure about a lot, but he was sure about that. “She’s a puzzle, that one, but she’s one of those puzzles that when you figure it out and finish it-” he smiled when he thought about you, “it’s going to be beautiful and incredibly satisfying.” Sebastian found himself smiling at Chris’ smile; he was very happy for him friend, that was for sure. “And I know for a fact that she’s not telling me anything because she doesn’t want me to worry, that’s exactly the kind of person she is. But,” he sighed with a small smile, “that’s one of the many reason I love her. What?” Chris chuckled when he heard Sebastian chuckle.

“Nothing,” Sebastian shook his head. “I’m just- Y/N is the first girlfriend you’ve spoken so openly about.” Chris narrowed his eyes, but his smile remained on his lips because his friend was right. “You’ve never talked about any of your other girlfriends before- well, not when the relationship was still so new. But with Y/N? I mean- you keep photos of her in your trailer, you introduce us over FaceTime, you talk about her all the time and it is- This is a new side to you that we all love,” Sebastian admitted and Chris’ smile widened.

“Yeah, well-” Chris’ smile reached his eyes when he thought about the future he was planning to have with you. “She’s different.” Sebastian nodded, because obviously you were. “I know I can spend the rest of my life with her, and I want to. I really, really want to,” he admitted with a soft chuckle and Sebastian smiled. “I um- I just want her to live her life first, before she settles down with me. I don’t want her to miss out on anything, y'know?”

“That’s sweet,” Sebastian nodded. “I like her with you, I think we all do. She’s…” He trailed off, trying to find the right word then settled on what Chris used earlier, “different. But it’s the kind of different you want to welcome into your life.” Chris nodded in agreement. “I don’t know, I think you knocked it out of the park with Y/N. I haven’t met her in real life, but- I’m fairly confident about what I just said.”

“Me too,” Chris nodded with a smile.

“So try and remember what I said earlier, so you don’t do anything dumb to lose her,” Sebastian reminded him and they both chuckled. “'Cause man, Chris, you’d be a world class idiot to lose a girl as amazing as Y/N, who’s obviously perfect for you.”

“Believe me, I know,” Chris chuckled as his mind flitted back to the conversations he’d had with Ava, your mom and dad, your older brother, his mom, Scott, Carly, Shanna- literally his whole family, Kevin, Scarlett, Robert, both Chrises- basically everyone and anyone he’d spoken to about you. He didn’t need more people to tell him what he already knew; you were special and he wasn’t going to let you go. “You’re not the first person to tell me that.”

“Yet I’m sure I won’t be the last.”

“Yeah, me too,” Chris chuckled.

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Part 3



“Scott and Y/N”

Your head snapped up and soon as you heard your teacher say both your names,

“Wait what? I’m with Scott?” You questioned

“Yes Y/N, you are with Scott. That won’t be a problem will it?”

“No, no problem, of course not, pshhh” yeah except the fact that you’ll blush every single time you look at him.

His uneven jaw line, his beautiful eyes, that dorky smile, his body oh god his ab-

“Y/N?” Scott said, waving a hand in front of your face

“Yes Scott?”

“Are you ready to start?”

“Start what?” You asked confused

“The project, are you okay?”

“The project? Oh yes the project of course! I’m fine Scott, really really fine”

“Okay then, lets go!” He cheered as he held the door open for you.


“Alright Y/N all you have to do is walk down the hall, maybe wink at a few guys, or girls whoever you want and I’ll monitor their reactions”

“Reactions?” You looked at Scott for clarification

He gulped, “ You know, like their Body Language, facial expressions, If they flirt with you and stuff”

“Alright okay, im going” you said, then you took a deep breath in

“You haven’t moved yet?”

“I just need a moment” you gasped

Pick up line after pick up line were used on you from most people you spoke to, some were flattering, others not so much.

None of the guys who flirted with you was the one you wanted it to be. Scott. He’s the one.

“I swear to god Scott if I hear one more pick up line I’m going to explode!”

“Well you should probably cover your ears then”

“What? Wh-”

“Roses are red-” Scott started

“Oh god, please stop”

“Violets are blue-”

“Please Scott, no more” you pleaded

“Lava is hot-”

“Scott!” You warned

“And so are you” he finished

You looked at him trying to fight a smile. He may be cheesy but he is sure as hell cute.

“Really Scott?” You laughed

“What? I had to!” He exclaimed

“Why?” You needed to know why he would say something so terribly adorable

“Because I would like to take you out on a date” he said smiling, “what do you say?”

“Roses are red, violets are blue, Okay Scott, I’ll give you a shot!”

Celestial Friend Part 13

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Pairing: Gabriel x Reader (featuring Michael)

Word Count: 1,298

Warnings: slight angst

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Once Michael showed up, Gabriel sat back and listened to the music on your phone.  He said he wanted to know what kind of music you were into.  You suspected he did it so that he wouldn’t have to talk to his brother.

You laid on your bed as Michael grabbed books from your bookshelf.  “I don’t see how you and Gabriel get along so well,” the archangel murmured almost inaudibly.

“What?”  You weren’t sure what Michael just said, but you wanted to know.  You sat up and folded your legs.  “Did you ask me something?  I didn’t hear you.”

Michael kept his back to you, knowing that his cheeks were red.  “Nothing [Y/N].”  He turned around with few books in his hands.  “Since history is your strongest subject, we can worry about that last.”

“Please don’t tell me we’re starting with math,” you whined.  “I hate math.”

“I’m only here to help,” Michael said politely.  “I’m not sure what the test will include, so we’ll cover the basics.”

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Look. It’s not even a big deal, you’re the one that’s turning this into a whole thing. You’ve never done anything like this before, but that’s okay! There’s a first time for everything, even though the situation right now is a make it or break it kind of deal. But it’s okay! Don’t even worry about it, yo. You’re just going to tell one of your closest friends that you maybe kind of sort of think that you two should be more than friends! You’re confident. As long as you keep telling yourself that you’re confident, that’ll reflect in your words and Harry will instantaneously fall in love with you. Maybe. It’s not a guarantee. It’s worth a shot, though! Better than keeping everything bottled up inside. Plus, maybe this time it’ll be different! Usually, with your other guy friends, you can 100% tell if they only see you as one of the bros. Harry hasn’t sent any bro signals yet so you’re pretty much in the clear! Think about it, Y/N. It’s only a minute of confrontation and then you’re over and done with it. And you think he likes you back, so that helps as well! 

“Okay, I can do this.” You breathed out, blinking at yourself in the bathroom mirror before rubbing your clammy palms on your shirt. “It’s just Harry.” Were you really about to do this? This was a move that definitely wasn’t you. This was a move that a drunk off her ass Y/N would pull. No, no. You were psyching yourself out too much. “Yeah, it’s just Harry!” You decided that the best thing to do right now would be to block all the negative thoughts and hope for the best. 

“Hey, there you are! I was starting to wonder what you were doing upstairs for so long.” Harry hummed, smiling at you and watching as you plopped yourself down in the sofa chair across from him. 

“Ah, I got distracted by a game on my phone. You know how it is.” You waved it off, the little voice in the back of your head rehearsing what you were going to say to Harry. “I wanted to talk to you-” 

“I jus’ wanted t’ tell yeh-” The both of you paused upon the realization that the two of you had something to share with each other, your cheeks already growing bright pink at the slightly awkward situation. “How about you go first?” Did you wanna go first? Maybe you could let Harry go first, and while he spoke to you, you could rethink your decision to tell him the truth. Yeah, that sounded good. 

“No, no! I insist that you go first. If I go first I’ll end up blabbing for twenty minutes.” You snorted, getting comfortable on the chair and hugging a pillow to your chest. 

“Okay, cool. I promise I’ll be quick.” Harry grinned, sitting up a little straighter before leaning forward. “I want you t’ meet a new friend of mine.” Oh, that was it? Phew. 

“Alright, I’m down with that. Who is it?” I really like you and I’ve liked you for a long time, so I just thought that you needed to know that. 

“Oh, she’s great. You’ll love her. I mean, I kinda love her already and I’ve only met her like, twice! She has her own cookbook and everything, and she’s a great baker… Just like me! The other night at my concert we were talking backstage and she has the same taste in clothes as me! Y’know those silky lilac pants you were teasing me about? She liked them! And she was wearin’ this really cool denim jacket with a tiger embroidered on the back… I let her borrow one of my shirts and I’m usin’ tha’ as an excuse t’ see her again.” Harry paused, checking his phone when it buzzed in his hand. 

No, that’s too straight forward. How about something like ‘How about we go grab some dinner sometime? I can take you to that fancy Italian place that opened up downtown last month.’ “Oh, wow. She sounds really cool.” 

“She is really cool! And because you’re my ultimate best friend, I really want you to meet her before things get too serious.” 

Or maybe he wants to stay at home? I can cook something for him. Well, I’ll try my best- Wait, what? 

You snapped yourself out of your little thought bubble before blinking owlishly at Harry. What did he say? You heard something but you were really hoping he didn’t say what you thought he had said. “S-Sorry? Can you, uh, say that again?” You smiled sheepishly, Harry furrowing his brows before huffing playfully. 

“I thought you were listening t’ me this whole time. I was saying that I want you t’ meet Tess next week and approve of her so that I can maybe take it to the next level with her! Because you’re my best friend and all, and your opinion really matters to me. Anyways, she’s hilarious and she jus’ texted me this recipe on…”

At that point, you had tuned out. The smile slowly dropped from your face when it finally hit you that all of this was just in your head. Your chest tightened and you could feel your heart beginning to drum inside you. You could hear the blood roaring in your ears, rushing up to the back of your neck and your cheeks in humiliation. What were you thinking? Of course you were just a friend to Harry. All those late-night phone calls, all those hours you spent traveling with him while he was filming for Dunkirk and while he was writing his album, all those times you’d wake up early just to make breakfast for him even though he never asked for it, all those times just helped you to… Further establish your position in the friend-zone. (You hated that term, but there was no other way to describe it.) Harry was friendly with everyone and you were the one who took it in the wrong way! 

“So, what do yeh think, buddy?” 

“Um, yeah. I’d love to meet… Tess.” You trailed off, feeling as though Harry had just shot a bullet straight through your heart. 

“Cool! I’ll text her. By the way, what did you wanna tell me?” 

“I… I forgot.” You felt completely numb on the inside. 

How could you have been so stupid? 


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Imagine shopping for your incoming baby with Chris.

A/N: Helloooo, I’m back with Part 3. Here are the links to the previous parts: (‘Memory Lane - Part 1/Part 2’, ‘Drunk Minds, Sober Hearts and Baby Fever - Masterlist’) Hope you enjoy it. X

You absentmindedly tapped your red Sharpie against the table while you browsed the catalogue from ‘Baby Palace’. It was amazing how many items you’d already checked off considering you were only on the fifth page of the sixty page catalogue, no wonder Chris was in such strong agreement when you told him you were going to wait till he got back to start shopping so he could be a part of the process.

“Your iced tea, m'lady.” Chris slid your drink across the table as he sat down opposite you. You mumbled a word of thanks with your nose still stuck in the catalogue. He took a sip of his coffee then quizzed, “see anything you like?”

You looked up and pouted, “yeah.” You beckoned your head at the latte in his hand and made an audible whining sound. “Your coffee, but with a shot of vanilla syrup in there.” He chuckled in response then pouted along with you. “It’s been so long since I had coffee.”

“You know you’re allowed to have decaf, right?”

“Fuck decaf,” you said which made him laugh. “Decaf is for the weak, and I guess- pregnant but- No, if I’m not allowed to drink proper coffee then I might as well not drink it at all. It’s only a few more months, less if our little one gets excited.” You rested your hand on your bump and whispered, “please get excited.”

“Don’t listen to her,” Chris chuckled. “You stay in there until you’re ready.” You narrowed your eyes at him, pretending to scowl even though you were fighting a smile. “Do you want our son to be fully grown and healthy, or do you want him to be in an incubator because he’s premature?”

“I don’t think all premature babies go into an incubator, Chris,” you retorted with a roll of your eyes.

“Maybe not, but I think ours will if you tell him to come out three months earlier,” he countered with a chuckle. “I know being pregnant has been tough on you but- it’s only another three months, and you’re not alone anymore. Time’s going to fly by and before you know it,” he reached for your hand and gave it a gentle squeeze, “we’ll have a beautiful boy and you’ll be back to your vanilla lattes.”

“You know how we discussed having a girl after this boy?”

“Yeah?” He chuckled because he knew where it was going.

“I think you’re going to have to wait awhile,” you told him, “like a few years.”

“Fine by me,” he pulled your hand to his lips. “I’m with you till the end of the line anyway.”

• • • • • • • •

You and Chris strolled down the aisles of 'Baby Palace’ with your fingers intertwined, browsing the items that could possibly be your son’s in the future. It was a lot harder than you’d both initially thought, not because you didn’t know what to buy- but because you wanted to buy everything. Chris was no help; he was a lot less restrictive when it came to shopping for his child. The only thing the two of you had any confirmation on was the fact that the room had to be Disney themed- considering how big a fan the two of you were of Disney- so there was that guideline to shop with. Currently, the two of you had about fifteen items on your registry; all of which were Disney themed: cot, sheets, curtains, cushions, and decor.

“Do you know what we should do?” Chris asked rhetorically. “We should go to Disney World in Florida and shop for the room.” You laughed at that suggestion. “What?” He chuckled. “That’s where all the magic is, we could find more there.”

“We could find a lot of Disney things there, yes, but none of it will be useful in turning that spare room into a nursery. It’s all just knick knacks and plushies, we can get those here.” You told him and he pouted. “Your son isn’t even born yet and you’re already using him as an excuse to go to Disney World,” you teased and he laughed. “You do know that all our nieces and nephews know that they’re just an excuse for you, right? Miles said, and I quote, 'he just wants to go himself, he only uses us to look like a caring uncle so he can score points with the ladies.’” You said as you tried not to laugh.

“Bullshit,” he laughed and you cracked, laughing. “Miles would never say that. He knows I love Disney World and that I go because I want to, not because they do. But he’d never say 'so he can score points with the ladies’. That’s all you, Y/N.”

“But it’s true, isn’t it?” You smirked. “You told me yourself after our first trip to Disney World together.” He chuckled, lowering his gaze and displaying his long lashes. “I still remember it very clearly, all the lies you told.” You teased, poking his side. “Everyone’s busy and my nephews want to go to Disney World, think you can do me a solid and come along?” You mocked him and he laughed. “Remember?” You giggled.

“All too well.”

• • • • • • • •

“Stay in sight!” Chris called out to Miles and Ethan as they ran ahead, leaving the two of you behind. “I’m really glad you agreed to come along.” He told you, gently swinging your entwined hands. “There is no way I could have handled them on my own, they’re such a handful.”

You raised an eyebrow at Chris’ statement because as far as you could see, Miles and Ethan were perfect little angels. Even running ahead, they kept in sight as their uncle had told them to and kept glancing back to make sure they knew where the two of you were. It was clear now- though you’d figured it out at the airport- that he had lied to you to get you to come along.

“Yeah,” you bit back your smile as you responded sarcastically, “they sure look like it.” Chris chuckled softly then winced when you added in the same sarcastic tone, trying not to laugh. “Thank God I postponed my dateline for this trip, otherwise you would’ve been in the deep end with those two trouble makers.”

“You postponed a dateline for this trip?”

“Yeah,” you nodded, chuckling. “My agent wasn’t too happy about that, but I told him that Captain America needed my help so work had to wait.” Chris winced again; the guilt was starting to pile up. “I hope they don’t take the job away from me because Martin Scorsese wanted to direct the piece and I’ve always wanted to work with him.” You continued to milk the situation because you found Chris’ facials incredibly funny. Truth was- you didn’t have to postpone anything because you’d completed your script earlier than expected.

“Oh my God,” Chris finally cracked. “I am so sorry, Y/N. I lied about Miles and Ethan being a handful, truth is- Scott actually wanted to come but I told him I wanted to take you instead but you said you had stuff to attend to this weekend so I lied to get you to come because I wanted to spend some time with you.” He rambled, not taking a moment to use punctuation or breathe. “We can get you back to the hotel to finish your script, I’ll buy you a laptop if you don’t have one-”

“Stop,” you chuckled as you moved in front of him, squeezing his hand. “I was kidding,” you told him then giggled at his lost expression. “The script’s done, I finished it last week. The stuff I had to attend to was a coffee date with my best friend who- didn’t want anything to do with me if I didn’t go to Disney World with Captain America. I’m here willingly, not missing out on anything important because-” you smiled as you admitted, “everything that’s important to me is here.”

Chris watched you intently, smiling because he had never felt at peace with his life before. It was as though since meeting you, everything the universe had planned for him had fallen into place. You gave him a new perspective on life, on love, on anything and everything you spoke of. You made him excited to get out of bed, gave him butterflies when you smiled, and made him happier than anyone or anything has ever made him. He knew you were something special when he saw you in that coffee shop, he knew after your first date that he could spend the rest of his life with you, but it wasn’t until that very moment that he was a hundred percent sure that he was irretrievably and irrecoverably in-love with you.

“I love you, Y/N,” Chris told you.

“What’s that?” You asked, your smile wider than before.

“I love you,” he said with an adorable smile, shrugging nonchalantly.

“Is that so?” You quizzed and released his hands, taking a step closer to him.

“That is so,” he chuckled. “I love you,” he repeated, placing his hands on your waist.

“For the third time, Christopher Evans,” you teased and wrapped your arms around his neck.

“I’ll say it for the fourth time if you’d just tell me how you feel,” he told you and you chuckled. He was adorably chewing on his lower lip, looking more nervous than you’d ever seen him look. “I mean- I can see you smiling but you haven’t said anything…” He trailed off, wincing but still smiling.

“If you think my response will be anything other than 'I love you too’ then you’re insane,” you quipped then pressed your lips against his. He kissed you back, the smile on his face so wide it hurt. “I love you, Chris Evans.”

“And I love you, Y/N Y/L/N,” he smiled.

• • • • • • • •

“I believe that trip was the first time I said 'I love you’,” Chris recalled and you nodded, smiling. You could still remember the feeling of the butterflies when he said those three little words. “And where I bought you your first set of Mouse Ears. Still can’t believe those were your first pair,” he said with a shake of his head.

“I know, I know.” You rolled your eyes, smiling. “That’s ridiculous, Y/N. How can you come to Disney World and not get a pair of Mouse Ears? It’s not even your first time here!” You reenacted his shock word for word, making him laugh so hard you attracted the attention of other patrons. “I don’t even know how that’s my first pair because every time I go, I tell myself I’m going to get a pair but then I get so caught up with everything else- I just forget.”

“Well, aren’t you glad you met me?” He teased.

“Yeah,” you looked up at him and smiled. “Because of you, I finally own a pair of Mouse Ears which is something I’ve always dreamed of owning.” Your tone held a slight amount of sarcasm which made him chuckle. “And…” You began in a more serious tone. “Because of you, I’m having a baby.” You smiled at him and he smiled back. “I never thought I’d ever say those words, but you made me want to. You’ve changed me in ways that I’ll eternally be grateful for,” you told him.

“I could say the same to you,” he responded then kissed the top of your head. “Can I just say this on the record?” He whispered into your hair and you looked up as he pulled back, with the assumption that he was going to add to romance which was quickly crushed with, “our son is going to get a pair of Mouse Ears before he turns twenty-four.”

“Dork,” you laughed.

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Summary: Reader is Bobby’s daughter, and gets captured by a group of demons and is tortured for information on the brothers, which doesn’t sit well with them. Especially Dean.

Warnings: Torture-ish, I didn’t get extremely vivid but it’s there 

Dean Winchester

If there was one thing you should never, ever do, it’d be to mess with the Winchesters or anyone they love.

Because one way or another, they’d come for you. But, if there was one person more protective than Sam or Dean, it’d be Bobby Singer’s daughter. She’d taken over the ‘mother’ role, in a sense, over the boys as they’d all grown up. Any time they boys were at their home, she’d made sure they were okay and fed, along with Bobby. She was their shoulder to cry on, one of the only people they felt comfortable crying too.

And along the way, she’d grown feelings for Dean.

So, when they’d taken her captive after she’d gone to the store for a supply run and demanded to know where they were, she endured the torture. She’d been there for god knows how long. Chained up, bloodied and beaten, dehydrated, half naked in only her bra and underwear, and starving, but she wouldn’t give the brothers up.

She knew they’d come for her. And if they weren’t in time she’d know she died protecting them, and she was okay with that.

“You know, if you just tell me where they are I can let you go.” The demon in charge of the whole ordeal spoke, arms crossed as he set his knife down. With the little energy she had left, she chuckled,“No, you won’t. You’d kill me right after I told you. O-or use me as leverage to get them.”

“Is that so?” He smirked. With a small nod,“So, you may as well just kill me now, because I’m not going to tell you where they are.” He walked closer to her, their faces only inches apart,“Yes, you will. Eventually.” Y/N glared, spitting on him, which she really shouldn’t have as he immediately back up and punched her in the face. She let out a groan as her head snapped to the side, blood pouring out of her mouth.

It was just another bruise to add to the others. She had cuts, burns, and bruises all over her body. He got to work once again, torturing her in ways she’d never seen or heard of. Her screams filled the abandoned warehouse as he sliced her skin with a sharp blade.

And all of a sudden, the door to the warehouse slammed open, and in came her saviors.

“Get away from her, you son of a bitch!”

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A/N: Fluff Appreciation Day. More Winchester!Sister but this one is more Sam focused instead of Dean like I normally do. Also, some Salieen 

“Sammy let me help you,” you begged.

“No, y/n. I don’t really feel comfortable asking my little sister for relationship advice.”

“Awwww Sammy you scared that I’m better at relationships than you.”

“No, I’d rather think you don’t have relationships at all besides with your family.”

“Well, I’ve got mad relationship skills, bro. Let me know if you need trendy places to propose.”

“Y/n we are not at the stage in our relationship yet. We are barely dating.”

You grabbed Sam’s arm and dragged him to the war room to point out Eileen. She was seated at the table with Dean who was jabbering on about something you were sure she had no interest in, but she sat there and listened anyway.

“Sammy any girl that is willing to sit and listen to Dean babble must really like you because I’m his sister and I can barely handle it. That girl out there really likes you. You can see it in the way she looks at you. There’s a glint in her eyes. And you know what I know you like her just as much because I know you and Dean better than you guys know yourselves.”

He just looked at you with a smile and pride. “How did you turn out so great and insightful?”

“Well, my two really tall doofus brothers raised me right I guess,” you said with a shrug.

“That is a freaking miracle, let me tell you,” Sam said with a chuckle.

“Oh, I know. When Dean tried to give me the puberty/period talk, that was the most awkward moment of my life.”

You both chuckled at that remembering the poor guy trying his best to explain things to you. “So, do you really think she likes me like that?” Sam asked.

“No, I know she does. Like I said mad relationship skills, just don’t tell Dean. I’m really not feeling the sex talk right now.”

Sam laughed at that. “Deal and if you would like I could give you that talk instead.”

“How about you go make your move lover boy and don’t ever have that talk.”

“Oh, you’re getting the talk just not right now. I don’t think I could stomach that thought right now,” Dean said as he was walking towards.

“Shit, of course you hear that,” you said.

“Sis, I hear more than you think I do. Now, Sammy go get your woman while y/n and I have a very non-sex related conversation.”

You and Sam just rolled your eyes and walked off in your own separate directions. 

Maid - Joker x Reader imagine part 3

a/n: hiii here it is, its like a lil bit fluffy, they basically only talk and such so yeah :) hope you like it

characters: joker, reader

warnings: mention of & nudity, lil bit swearing, daddy kink, kisiing, implied smut

*next morning*

I woke up from a cold breeze hitting my back and groaned. Why was it cold? Where was I? What day was it? What’s the time?

I opened my eyes slowly, feeling light shining from a small window. I flinched a little and sat up from my horizontal position, my back was pressed against a silk-like surface. This isn’t my room, was the first thing that came to mind. I then glanced around the bed I was in - there was a pale white back facing me, tattoos covering it. 

Wait a second. Was it…? Oh, God, it’s him. It’s my boss there, the Joker, laying under the covers next to me. Was he… naked? Was I? I took a look under the blanket I was covered in - I was completely naked. Did we…?

And then memories of last night came back to me. Oh, we really did do it again. Was it a mistake? Did somebody see us? Will it happen again? I needed so many answers. I needed to talk to him.

Was he awake? Wait, what day was it? If yesterday was Thursday, then today it was Friday. Ah, thankfully it’s my day off-work. I looked at the digital clock on the night stand - 10:43am. I sighed in relief. I hoped he didn’t have any plans for today, especially in the morning, because I really needed to ask him about.. well, this. I’ll just have to wait until he wakes up, by himself. God knows what would happen if I disturbed his slumber. 

I stood up from the bed and with a blanket wrapped around my naked body, I tiptoed into the bathroom. I sighed once in ‘safety’ and closed the door to the point that only a small crack was open. 

I dropped the blanket and looked at myself in the mirror. I had so many hickeys all over my neck, and some bruises around the hip region. My casual makeup was a little bit smudged and my lips were redder than usual. I didn’t put on lipstick, ever, so I guess it smeared off of him. There were also red lip marks around my collarbones. Jesus Christ, am I sinning.

I pulled my hair into a messy bun and took off the makeup that was left. I sighed again and stepped into the shower, pulling the curtain closed. I turned on the shower and there was already hot water running down my body. God, it felt relieving. I closed my eyes at the good feeling and tilted my chin upwards. 

I still felt his touch on my body. It was like… a craving that nothing could wash away, not even water. His touches were rough, powerful, but passionate. They sent the vibe that he liked to be in control, dominant, the one in charge. 

Not really giving thought to it, I started quietly singing to myself.

Are we awake?
Am I too old to be this stoned?
Was it your breasts from the start?
They played a part, for goodness sake
I wasn’t told you’d be this cold
Now it’s my time to depart and I just had a change of heart                                I’ll quote on the road like a twat and wind my way out of the city
Finding a girl who is equally pretty won’t be hard
Oh, I just had a change of heart                                                                         You smashed a glass into pieces
That’s around the time I left
When you were coming across as clever
Then you lit the wrong end of a cigarette
You said I’m full of diseases
Your eyes were full of regret
And then you took a picture of your salad
And put it on the Internet

While singing, I finished showering and turned off the running water. I pulled open the curtain and saw what I wasn’t expecting. There he was, standing in just some sort of sweatpants, facing me, but looking at the floor with something in hand. I couldn’t help but to gasp as he startled me, all of a sudden being there. I grabbed a towel from the hanger and wrapped it around myself. He probably walked in while I was showering. How long had he been there?

J raised his eyes from the floor, along with the rest of his face and looked at me.

“No need to cover, doll. It’s nothing I haven’t seen before.” He spoke lowly, barely above a whisper. I just stood there, frozen, not knowing what to do. “Come on out, don’t be afraid.” He urged and I stepped out of the shower, following his orders. I didn’t know if he was in a bad mood, but I definitely did not want to make sure he was, so I did as told. He reached out his pale hand to me. “Come to Daddy, doll. I’ve got something for you. Take my hand.” He spoke. With one hand holding my towel, I reached the other and placed it in his and he pulled me closer to him in a second. Our faces just a few inches from each other, he was looking me right in the eyes. Oh, his eyes…

Joker suddenly took me by my sides with a bit force, making me yelp and then put me on the bathroom counter. I was watching him with curiosity as he spread my legs and stood in between them, then looking up at me.

“Let Daddy take care of you, baby girl.” He said. I nodded, waiting for his next action. I could talk to him now, when he’s… calm. Yeah, I’ll do that.

J slowly unwraps my towel from around me and lets it pool at my butt, almost admiring the sight before him. I was completely exposed to him again. 

“Daddy would love to fuck you right now, but he needs to take care of you first.” He says, running his hands up and down my sides and making me shiver slightly at his cold fingers. ”Don’t you love how Daddy’s marked you?” He then took the thing he was holding in his hand and unfolded it. A white, closed button-up shirt. “I’m sure this will suit you.” He said, undoing the buttons. When that was done, J put it behind me and carefully slid my arms into the sleeves of it. Once it was on me, - it felt so big on me -, he did only the bottom ones, leaving my chest partly exposed to him.

“Daddy?” I spoke.

“Yes, baby doll?” He replies, placing his hand on my waist.

“I have a question. Or a few.” I spoke, putting my hands lazily on his shoulders, letting them hang off of his shoulders. 

“Go ahead.”

“What are we?” I asked. “What do we classify as?”

“Well… I don’t think we classify as anything, at least we don’t need to.” He spoke. Oh. 

“But what is this between us, Daddy? You’re supposed to be my boss.”  I stated. “Are you?”

“Must be so.”

“Then what am I to you, Daddy?” I pushed, leaning a bit closer to him.

“What do you want yourself to be to me, angel?” 

“I don’t know, Daddy. I just… don’t want this to be anything un-special, meaningless to each other.”

“Why would you think this could be meaningless to me? Or you?” Anger appeared in his voice. “Everything has a meaning. Including this.”

“And what is this?” I said, feeling tears well up behind my eyes. Joker looked away from me, only a huff escaping his lips. “C'mon, Daddy, don’t you want me closer to you? Always by your side?” I pouted, the tears almost coming out. I leaned very close to his face, looking in his blue eyes. I saw anger in them which made me feel afraid and tears roll down my cheeks.

“Please, don’t cry, baby doll. Daddy doesn’t like to see you upset.” He said, stroking my cheek, which only made more tears fall from my eyes. “Is this what was upsetting you last night?” He asked and I nodded, pursing my lips together, but then letting a sob out. “Don’t cry, doll. Please. Am I upsetting you?” I looked down. It wasn’t his fault I had accidentally caught feelings for him. But it did involve him. “Baby girl, Daddy can make you feel better.” J said, bringing his lips to my neck and sliding his hands further down my body, but I weakly pushed him away. I looked him in the eyes, there was hurt visible. “Don’t you want Daddy to make you feel better?” I shook my head.

“Not in that way.” I said. 

“Then tell me what you want, baby. I’ll do it. Do you wanna go home or stay here or…”

“No, I want you. Here, always, every day, all day.” I confessed. “I want to stay here with you for whatever-how-long. Don’t you want that?”

“Listen, baby girl. Daddy likes you very, very, very much. I enjoy your company and the things you do for me.” He said. “So, if being… with me, mine, whatever, makes you happy, I will do everything to make you pleased. I would do anything for you.”

“Really?” I smiled.

“Yes, my angel.” Joker replied. I wanted to hug him, but knew he wasn’t the 'hug person’, so I kissed him instead. He grunted, but i could feel him smirk. “So what would you want?”

“I… want to live here. With you.” I confessed once again.

“Anything for my princess.” He said and kissed me again. “By the way,” he dragged out the last word, “I love how you sing, angel face.”


Imagine not wanting to go back to work.

A/N: Chapter 8, Part 2 of ‘Beginnings’ ❤️ You can read the related mini-series and the previous parts here: (Mini-series: ‘Perfect’ - Masterlist; Mini-series Spin-off: ‘Fated’ - Masterlist; Chapter 8: ‘Beginnings’: Part 1)

Before the sun rose on Monday morning, Chris rolled over to find your side of the bed empty. He looked to the clock blearily, rubbing his tired eyes. It was only 4:37AM. He couldn’t imagine you’d want to be anywhere else at such an early hour when you had work at 9:00AM, you should’ve been wanting to catch up on as much sleep as you could possibly catch up. He looked over your side of the bed, then his, for Dodger who must have disappeared with his wife. Chris stretched, appreciating the relief his actions were giving his bones and muscles. He was thirty-nine now meaning age was slowly but surely catching up with him. You’d always argue when he called himself an “old man,” calling him a “dramatic baby” instead.  You assured him he was like a “fine wine” because he was “better with age.” He knew he was when it came to his appearance, but physically- his body was losing its ability to bounce back as quickly as it did when he was your age.

Chris pushed the covers off him and onto your side of the bed, yawning when he sat up. He stuffed his feet into his slippers and ran a hand through his hair as he exited the room to look for you. “Babe?” He called out, padding down the hallway to Jack’s room where he’d usually find you first. The room was empty, and so was Jack’s baby cot. He found himself increase the speed of his pace as he headed downstairs. He knew you were with Dodger and you had Jack and the three of you were fine, but it didn’t stop him from irrationally worrying.

“Hey,” he let out a sigh of relief when he saw the three of you in the living room; ‘The Adventures of Winnie the Pooh was playing on the TV, but no one was watching. Dodger was watching the two of you, your gaze was locked on Jack whose back was towards the TV. “Was he crying?” He asked as he walked over, eyeing his giggling son on your lap; Jack clearly hadn’t been crying, you- on the other hand- did. Chris sat down next to you, smoothing Jack’s tiny amount of hair with his hand. “Do you want me to take him so you can go get some sleep?” He asked and you shook your head, gently bouncing Jack. “What’s wrong, baby?” He asked, kissing the side of your head. “What are you doing up?” He wrapped his arm around you, gently rubbing your arm.

“I’m just spending some time with my son before I don’t have time for him,” you whispered then sniffled. Chris sighed with a sympathetic smile, pressing his lips to your hair once more. “You know I had a dream- well, it was more of a nightmare now that I think of it.” Chris drew back so he could look at you while you spoke. “I was on the set of the movie and Jack came to look for me and I ignored him.” You said and Chris chuckled softly. “It’s not funny, Chris.” You scolded with narrowed eyes. “I ignored our son. I clearly can’t handle two big jobs at once, I should just- I should just sell the script, let them do what they want with it and focus on this. On Jack, on being a mom.”

“Okay, let’s analyze this-” Chris was trying not to find too much amusement in your irrationality, “nightmare of yours. My first question is how did our four month old get on your set? Not only do you not have a location yet, Jack can’t even walk let alone drive a motorized vehicle to get to you.” You shot him a deadpan expression and he smiled. “If he were going to your set, I would’ve had to take him and like you’d be able to ignore your celebrity crush.”

“Will you stop making a joke out of everything?”

“I will if you will,” he retorted with a nonchalant shrug. “‘Cause clearly this is a joke. You can’t possibly be considering giving up your dream job to be a stay-at-home mom. You are going to get creative say, Y/N. You’re not just writing the script, the director is going to turn to you for your point of view. You are going to be able to tell a story, touch people with your writing. That’s- that’s the dream, I’m not going to let you give it up over a stupid nightmare which would never happen in the first place.”

“Maybe I’ve changed my mind, maybe Jack’s-”

“Baby-” he huffed then let out a weary laugh. “You and I both know this has nothing to do with Jack. You’re worried about the job because that is what you do, you worry. You’ve been worried about it since you got it, you’ve just been distracted enough to not deal with it. But now you have to which is why you had that nightmare, your subconscious knows and is coming up with an excuse for you not to do it.”

“You’re wrong,” you bit as your eyes welled with tears.

“The tears in your eyes say otherwise,” he cupped your face in his hands, thumbs brushed your tears away before they could roll down your cheek. “I know you’re scared, but that doesn’t mean you shouldn’t do it. Jack, Dodger, and I- we want you to do this. This is a dream come true for you, I don’t care how scared you are- you have to do it because I can’t have you regret this for the rest of your life.”

You sighed, bringing Jack towards you for a hug; one that was more for you than him. Chris managed a small smile as his arms enfolded you and Jack. Chris was right. You may have been worried about not having time for Jack, but it was also as an excuse not to chase after your dreams. It was an unbelievable excuse anyway, you may have loved being a mom now but it was never something you strived for. Those who knew you knew that, and while they would’ve respected your decision, they would’ve also berated you for being an idiot. And you were being an idiot, you could do both jobs at once because you had Chris. It would’ve been insulting to not just yourself, but him too if you gave up your dream job to be a stay-at-home mom. It would’ve also driven you insane, perhaps even to post-partum which you’d successfully avoided so far. Chris was right, you had to do this even if you were terrified of screwing up. After all, the biggest screw up would’ve been to not do it at all.

“You’re going to nail it,” Chris assured you as he pulled away. “You were made for this, Y/N. This was what you were destined to do, we both know that. All those times where you’d talk my ear off, painting a picture for me with your words and your visions- you have the capacity to do this. This is just the beginning for you, you are going to go on to do amazing things. I told you that when I took you to Dolby and I meant it. So if I believe in you, can you please believe in yourself?”

“Myself, no. But you,” you swallowed then nodded. “You, I’ll believe. If you say I can do this, I can do this. I can do this,” you nodded along with Chris. The breath you’d been holding in was slowly exhaled as you realized Jack from your hug, sitting him back down on your lap. He grinned toothlessly at you and Chris, tiny hands grabbing at your grey t-shirt. Looking at Jack reminded you of how badly you freaked out when you were pregnant, and again when you were in labor. Thinking about those times reminded you of all the other times your overthinking freaked yourself out. You looked up at Chris and managed a smile when you saw him smiling at you. “You must be sick of this by now,” you chuckled with limited humor.

“Sick of what?”

“How often I do this,” you answered. “Overthink, freak out, and doubt everything.”

“If you didn’t do that once in a while, you wouldn’t be the girl I fell in-love with. And I couldn’t possibly judge you when I’m the same.” He reminded you, nudging you playfully and drawing a smile onto your face. “And no, I’m not sick of this nor will I ever be. When you overthink and freak out and doubt everything, it reminds me of the kind of person you are. You’re caring and humble and well-prepared and…” He trailed off, his eyes narrowed slightly as he thought back to your other freak outs. “And I’m really sorry I said this isn’t about Jack, I know not having time for him is something you’re genuinely worried about.” You nodded, letting Jack wrapped his hand around your finger. “You are going to have time for him, Y/N. I promise you’re not going to miss out on anything, not his first word or his first step- nothing, because I am going to make sure of it.”

“I don’t think I tell you I love you enough.”

“You had a human for me,” he leaned over and kissed the top of Jack’s head, smiling at you.  You smiled back, placing one hand on his knee. “Message received, sweetheart. Now come on,” he took Jack from you and rose to his feet. With Jack secured in one arm, he grabbed your hand with the other and pulled you to your feet. “You need your sleep. It’s your first day, you want to be bright eyed and bushy tail when you go in.”

“Will you text me photo updates while I’m at work?”

“Of course I will,” he smiled. “I’ll send you photos of us waiting with our half a heart best friend necklaces, waiting to join our halves with yours.” You rolled your eyes, trying hard not to laugh. “We should get one of those four piece necklaces so you don’t have to have three halves to wear.” When he said that, you couldn’t contain your laughter anymore; the necklaces didn’t even exist. “What,” he chuckled, “I’m just being considerate.”

“I think you need your sleep too, Evans.”

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Part 3

Friends 1989: part one

part two part three part four

Word count: 4153

Kai Parker x reader ft. Jo

Summary: It’s 1989 in Portland where the reader, Kai and Jo are all best friends. But sometimes emotions get in the way of friendship.

a/n: im honest to god doing like ten parts for this lmao. i hope you enjoy! let me know what you think because it would really mean a lot to me :) As well, part two is coming out on friday, nov. 24th !!

You headed to your locker as the bell rang at the end of the day and dumped out your notebooks, waiting for kai to come along. The only classes you two had together were english and math, so every afternoon he would come by your locker and you would walk home with him.

“Hey,” Kai greets. “How was bio?”

You can’t help but groan as you grab your jacket. “Don’t even get me started. I have a huge test tomorrow.”

“Crap, so do I.” Kai realizes. You both took all the same classes and had all the same teachers but still only had two classes together. You link your arm with his and start walking back to Kai’s house.

“I guess we’ll have to study, then.” You tell him.

“Of course.” Kai groans.

The two of you laugh as you continue down the street. Kai’s house was your home as well, even though you two weren’t even related, just best friends. Everyday after school you went to his house and stayed over until supper, sometimes you would even spend the night. Joshua treated you as one of his own and you always felt welcomed. You even kept some of your clothes over there for the next day.

You let yourself in as kai closes the door behind himself, and take off your shoes.

“Hello, y/n.” Joshua greets. “How was school?”

“Terrible.” Kai answers.

“We have a huge test tomorrow.” You explain.

“Well, I’ll let you kids go study.” He smiles.

The two of you run to the kitchen first, just like you always did, to grab a snack. You push kai out of the way as he tries to get to the kitchen before you and the two of you both laugh. Kai grabs his usual pork rinds as you search the fridge.

“You bought me ice cream?” You exclaim, taking out the tub and laying it on the counter.

“Yeah,” Kai laughs. “What are you doing?”

“Getting a bowl?” You ask.

“Just take the whole tub. We bought it for a reason, you know.”

You smile as you take the pork rinds and ice cream upstairs. You race to his room as well, laughing so hard over something so stupid, causing Jo to pop out of her room.

“Spoiling supper much, you two?” She grins.

“Hey, jo!” You greet her. Kai pushes past you so you push him hard, making him the both of you laugh even more. Jo goes back to listing to her music as kai slams his bedroom door.

Jo was just as much of your friend as kai was, even though you didn’t hang out as much. Jo always walked home before the two of you and mostly stayed in her room. Kai after all was the glue that held the three of you together.

You throw the bag of pork rinds at kai as he collapses on his bed. You take out your textbook and plop down next to him, opening up the ice cream.

“Put that down. Please.” Kai whines.

“No way am I putting down this ice cream.” You snap. “Not until you put down those nasty pork rinds!” You smile.

“No, the textbook. I don’t want to do this y/n. Let’s just watch a movie.”

“Study first, movie second.” You tell him, grabbing a pork rind.

“Pleeeeease y/n?” He drawls out. How could you say no to him?

“Fine. But only a short one.”


Hours later the two of you were sitting on the floor, somehow still eating ice cream and pork rinds. Kai had crumbs all over his shirt and the floor was an absolute mess from the dripping ice cream. The movie was almost over and you wished it could have been longer, because you didn’t want it to end.

“Supper’s ready.” Jo says as she knocks on the door.

Kai throws the remaining junk food under his bed and switches off the tv before jo can come in and notice that the two of you hadn’t done anything but goof off this entire time. You open the door before Jo can, thankfully.

“Hey y/n,” Jo says as the three of you walk downstairs. “I was thinking we could play truth or dare later? That is if you’re staying the night.”

“I wasn’t planning on it but I could never pass up a good game.” You smile.

“Forgetting about someone?” Kai interrupts. “I am allowed to play truth or dare too.”

“Of course.” Jo says as she takes her seat at the table.

Kai and jo’s other siblings all sat at the table too, Joshua at the end. You sat next to kai as always. Kai’s father had really outdone himself tonight, like he did every Thursday evening. Macaroni, bread rolls, everything you could ask for all sat in the middle of table. Supper with the parkers was always ten times better than eating at a restaurant.

Everyone digs into the food, filling themselves. The fresh bread rolls are the first to go, as usual.

“How is your studying going, malachai?” Joshua asks.

You glance at Kai, and his eyes widen. He was a terrible liar. He always smiled and laughed when he lied and everyone could see right through him.

Kai starts to chuckle as he shoves more food in his mouth.

“Shut up, Kai.” You mutter. “Pretty good.” You cover for him.

“That’s what I like to hear.” Joshua smiles, taking a bite of his roll.

Supper was amazing as always. It was Joey’s turn to help wash the dishes so you, Kai and jo were free to go after you were done eating.

“How about that game of truth or dare, now?” Jo asks.

“Yeah, definitely!” Kai says, sarcastically. “Cause why wouldn’t I want to play a chicks game?”

“Hey,” you say, hitting kai. “You were the one who agreed to play.”

“And it’s not a girls game!” Jo laughs. “It’s a fun game! I’ll be back in a second.” She runs into her room to grab the mason jars; one with dares and the other with truths inside. She sits down on the floor in Kai’s room and the two of you join her.

“Who wants to go first?” She asks. “I vote y/n.”

“Fine.” You agree.

“So y/n.” Jo says, drawling out the last part of your name. “Truth or dare?” She whispers.


“Classic y/n.” Kai laughs.

Jo scrambles the paper around in the jar and finally pulls out one.

“Ooooh.” She gasps. Her eyes grow ten times larger when she reads it. “Do you have a crush?” Jo loved hearing all the latest gossip. If something happened in school, Jo was the first to know.

Kai and Jo stare you down, waiting for an answer. The three of you were such close friends, why wouldn’t you tell the truth? Part of you didn’t want to because you feared what would be in store if they found out who it was. But life is all about taking risks, right? At least that’s what Kai had taught you.

“Okay fine.” You give in. “I do.”

“well who is it?” Kai’s eyes widen. “How did I not know about this?”

“What’s he like! Who is he!” Jo claps her hands like a kid, waiting to hear all about him.

“Hes perfect.” You accidentally look at Kai a second too long. You already felt like he knew.

“He has this best personality and he’s so kind and funny. Did I mention he’s like the sweetest guy alive?”

“Ooooh y/n is in love!” Jo exclaims.

“Oh Shut up.” You toss a pillow at her as you all laugh.

“Any other details we should know about this mystery guy?” Kai asks.

“Nope. That’s enough for now.” You smile. “Well enough of that. Kai, your turn.”


“Malachai Parker! Did you just pull a y/n?” Jo gasps, batting her eyelashes. She leans back in fake shock.

Kai picked a truth? This was bigger than when Kai had let Joey beat him at Dr.Mario. Kai never picked a truth before. He always chose dares because it meant he could do something stupid that made everyone laugh.

“Why, josette! I believe I just did!” He exclaims, making you dissolve into a fit of laughter.

Jo hands you the jar and you pull out one of the slips.

“Seriously? This is too easy.” You mutter. “Name three things on your bucket list.”

“Seriously? This is too easy.” Kai says. There was no way in hell he had just heard you. It just proved how similar the two of you were. “Name three things on your bucket list.”

“One, to take my gal pals on a trip across America.” He nudges to you and jo.

“What makes you think I would want to be stuck in a car with you twenty four seven while you do nothing but eat pork rinds?” You ask, punching him playfully.

“Because you’d be lost without me.”

“True.” You smile.

“Two, I want a lifetime supplies of pork rinds. And ice cream for y/n because that’s one of the only things that can make her smile.”

You make the okay sign with your fingers, making jo smile at the two of you.

“And last but not least, i’d tell my crush how I felt about her. Because she’s absolutely perfect. And I think she might like me back.” 

Wow. Kai has a crush too. You didn’t know how to react. You wanted him to be happy because he was your best friend, but you wanted to be more than that. Your feelings would ruin what the two of you currently had. It’s not like it mattered now anyways. Whoever the girl was; was very lucky to have Kai in love with her. You just couldn’t imagine kai being with someone else. You wanted him to be yours but now what?

You don’t even smile at Kai this time, which only makes him look at you, weirdly.

“Hey, y/n?” He asks, putting his hand on your thigh. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah,” you brush him off. “I just need some air.”

You walk out without saying anything else, both of them following you. “You don’t have to come with me.” You say. You just needed to be alone, even if it was only for a second.

“Are you sure?” Kai asks. He looked genuinely concerned. This never happened before.

You nod you head yes as kai stays upstairs, watching you leave. Jo follows you and you don’t mind too much. She could keep secrets.

Jo opens the door for you as you take a seat on the deck’s swing. She sits so close to you, not letting any space pass between the two of you.

“Now. Tell me what that was all about. I know you better than anyone, even more than malachai sometimes.” She says. But you didn’t want to talk. Not yet at least.

“I know you’re upset by what he said.”

“Why would i be upset about him having a crush?” You ask.

“Because I didn’t even say what he said. You just told me.” She smiles, shyly.

“You like him.” Jo says, her hand on your shoulder.

“No. I don’t, jo. I’m just-” you brush her off, just like you did with kai. “I’ve got to go.”

You dart off the front porch, leaving jo calling after you. When you don’t reply she starts chasing after you.

“Y/n! Stop!” She calls, grabbing your arm. “Talk to me.”

“I’ll see you at school, josette.”

Jo was furious. Not that you there were having so much fun and you decided to leave, but because you wouldn’t talk to her. You were all best friends and she was hurt. And because you used her full name, which was only ever used when Joshua was mad or when you and kai were joking.

But this time it wasn’t a joke.

“See you at school.” Jo mutters under her breath. “Be safe, y/n.”


“Did y/n just leave?” Kai asks. He was so loud he was sure that the whole house would beat him.

Jo doesn’t answer, she just nods yes.

Jo leaves kai without no other explanation, and goes to her room. Kai goes off to his, and neither one of them says another word all night, until it’s time to go to bed.

Kai walks on in to find jo as usual, reading a book her father had given her. He sits down on the bed, not saying a word. He didn’t need to though, because his face said enough. He was absolutely heart broken.

He felt as if everything was his fault. That he shouldn’t have said he liked you. He knew he made you uncomfortable and all he wanted was to go back in time to keep his mouth shut.

“Malachai?” Jo whispers. “What’s wrong?”

Kai sits down next to jo as she puts the book down. It was rare that Kai ever went into jos room, let alone sit down and have a talk with her.

“Kai? What’s wrong?” She asks again.

“I…” Kai pauses. “I don’t know.”

Jo never knew someone could cry so much. Kai was full on sobbing within seconds. She wrapped her arms around him, hugging him tightly.

“I messed up,” he cries.

Joshua could hear kai crying from all the way downstairs. The whole house could hear him. Their father peeps his head through the door, eyeing jo comforting kai. Jo nudges her head towards the wall, making her father leave. She didn’t want anyone making things worst for him.

“Shhh, it’s okay.” Jo assures him.

“No it’s not.” Kai snaps, pulling back. “She’s my best friend and I just ruined everything!” He grabs jo’s wrists, making her wince.

“Malachai, stop it! You’re hurting me!” Jo hisses.

“Don’t you understand? I’m hurt too! And there’s nothing I can do to fix it!”

A red glow appears from under Kai’s hands. He felt jos magic fly through him, making him smile. It felt so good to have magic; he felt like he could do anything.

“Malachai!” Jo yells. “Stop it!” Jo could already feel herself getting weaker. This wasn’t like kai. He never acted out like this. Well at least he hadn’t in awhile.

Last time he acted out like this, was (twelve) years ago, when he was only a toddler. He started discovering new things about himself, like the fact that he was a siphon. He only ever took jo’s magic once, and that was then. Kai had made her so weak that Joshua had no other option but to punish him. But years Later he had met you, and you were the only one who could keep him acting sevil.

“Malachai Parker!” Joshua snaps, running in and pulling his son away. “What do you think you’re doing?”

Before Kai can come up with an answer that actually makes sense, Joshua speaks again.

“Where’s y/n? You didn’t hurt her too, did you?”

Silence. “She hurt me, father.” Kai coos. “She hurt me!”

Kai wakes up, drenched in sweat. He was still plopped down on Jo’s bed, Jo asleep right next to him. It was still dark out. It was just a dream. A nightmare.

“Jo?” Kai asks, nudging his sister. “Are you awake?”

“No.” Jo replies, simply.

“Sorry.” Kai apologizes. He couldn’t get over how badly he had hurt you. Now he felt that he had hurt jo too, just because he had woken her up.

“Don’t apologize, silly.” Jo scoffs. “I’m always here for you. Just talk to me.”

Kai couldn’t even get himself to look at his own sister. It was his fault that he lost you which only made jo loose her friend too. Sure it was one day. Just one time but still; kai had no idea if things would ever be the same again.

“Okay.” Jo whispers. “You don’t have to talk. I know what’s wrong.” She assures him. “I know you like y/n.”

“How.” Was all kai could get out. He wasn’t even questioning her; was it that obvious that he liked you?

“How didn’t i know?” Jo smiles. “You love her. It’s okay, Malachai.”

“I…” Kai pauses. “I just thought that she liked me back. But if she did she would have told me. She wouldn’t have just run off like that.”

“I hate to agree with you kai, but-” Jo stops for a moment, wondering if she should go any further. “I don’t think she would ever like you back.”

Kai sighs. Jo could be harsh but at least now the both of them were on the same page.

“Give her time, Malachai. She might come around. Don’t go pressuring her to talk.”

“I messed up.” Kai cries again. It had only been a few hours without you but kai was truly heartbroken.

Jo did everything she could to comfort him, but she knew it wasn’t enough. Jo ended up passing out with sleep on her bed again, not able to stay awake for a second longer. The two of them laid there for the rest of the night, each of them drowned in their own thoughts about everything that had happened that afternoon.

Kai nods his head as he dozes off again, this time not having a single thought about how you felt.


“Kai? Aren’t you going to eat?” Joshua asks at the table. “You’ve barely touched your breakfast.” He points out.

All of Kai’s siblings were scarfing down bacon and eggs and toast, but for once kai felt so empty. He had knots in his stomach that he couldn’t get rid of. All he felt like was sobbing twenty four seven.

“I’m not hungry.” He mutters. “I’ll see you later.” Kai grabs his book bag and leaves, jo quickly excusing herself from the table and following him out the door.

“Kai, wait up,” jo calls out as she jogs up to him. “Maybe you should stay home today. I can talk to y/n if you like.”

Kai just shrugs. “That’s fine josette. I’m just gonna lay low I guess.” Kai mutters. Jo knew he didn’t want her making things worst. But she knew if she didn’t talk to you than things would get way worse than they already were.


That afternoon at school just as you had finished your bio test, the teacher called you up. You hoped that you hadn’t done anything wrong, or gotten blamed for something you didn’t take part in. This tended to happen a lot when kai was around because kai being himself was always playing pranks and doing things everyone knew he shouldn’t be doing.

“Is everything okay, miss?” You ask, softly. It was very rarely that you ever got called up, so you were curious as to what she wanted to tell you.

“Your friend, Malachai. How is he?” She asks.

You hadn’t even thought about kai since you left him yesterday. You didn’t want to think about him or what he was thinking. You were upset and filled with mixed emotions, just wanting some time to think.

“How is he?” You ask, unsure of what she meant.

“He didn’t complete the test. He wrote his name and then proceeded to stare out the window for the remainder or the class. Has something come over him?”

Of course this was all your fault. Kai would never do something so foolish and now you were getting the blame. Not from your teacher but you knew what kai was like. He’d tell his family and then you’d be the one to get in trouble.

“I think he’s caught a cold, actually.” You lie. “I have to get going.”

You find jo waiting for you outside of the classroom. You decided to walk home with just jo today instead of Kai, just for a change. You had spent the whole day with jo including lunch, sitting in silence. Things weren’t the same without kai but you just needed time. You hadn’t seen kai at all and hoped you didn’t for the rest of the day even though you were all heading back to his house. You didn’t know where kai had run off to at lunch, but part of you didn’t care.

“Hey!” Jo greets. “What did your teacher want?”

You sigh and jo immediately rolls her eyes, knowing it was something stupid.

“Kai didn’t finish his test. He wrote his name and nothing else. The best part? He spent the whole freaking class looking out the window.”

Jo gasps. It was so unlike her brother to go such a thing. He was so much smarter than anyone ever let on. Now he was just giving up. It wasn’t fair to either one of you.

“Oh malachai.” Jo sighs. “I’ll make sure to explain to my dad before kai does.” Jo winks. “Don’t worry about it.”


Walking home with jo was different than walking home with kai. While the three of you were all best friends, you didn’t feel that spark like you did with kai. Silence stretched between you and jo for most of the walk home. You wanted to talk about your day, but things didn’t seem right. It’s not that you didn’t like jo, but things weren’t the same without kai around.

You headed upstairs and almost went into Kai’s room instead of jo’s. You walked in and immediately felt awkward, not knowing where to sit down or stand.

“Wow. I don’t even remember the last time I was in here.” You say as you study Jo’s room. Kai’s room was always the hang out as he liked to call it. It was where you shared all your best memories of one another and laughed until your faces hurt. But Jo’s room on the other hand was nothing special.

You and jo did your homework together and asked each other what you got for each question, but besides that there was nothing. If Kai had been here, the two of you would have been laughing and shoving your faces with junk food while you wanted you time talking about things that didn’t matter and making jokes.

“Kai! Jo! Dinner’s ready!” Mr. Parker calls out.

“One second!” Kai calls back. You tensed up at the sound of his voice, feeling so bad to be sneaking behind his back. He had no idea you were over, and it hurt to have to leave without saying goodbye to him. The both of you talked all day, everyday. This was the first day that you’ve never said anything to him. You felt so bad.

Buzz buzz.

Jo glances at you as you stare down at your jean pocket. Your pager buzzed and sure enough it was kai.

“Shit.” You mutter as the door flies open.

“Jo?” Kai asks. You held your breath behind the door, not wanting to be seen. But you could still see Kai perfectly through the small crack. It felt as if it had been years since you had last seen him even though it was barely a full twenty four hours.

“Yes?” Jo replies.

You could tell kai was looking around the room for an explanation. Jo remained silent. The moment seemed to drag on but you knew it was just because you felt so guilty to be going behind Kai’s back.

“I thought I heard y/n’s pager buzz. I guess I’m hearing things.” He chuckles. “Come on. Dads waiting.” And with that he slips back and down the stairs, Jo following him.

You manage to sneak out behind jo as she turns to the kitchen. You whisper a quick goodbye and head out the back door before anyone could notice. You look in the kitchen window, careful that no one noticed you. Jo had already begun to explain the whole test situation to her father as kai looked absolutely miserable.

Later that night you laid down on your bed, glaring at your pager. Kai buzzed in every hour and called your house, but you didn’t answer him. You were still so confused. You didn’t know if you were overreacting, wrong for pushing him away, confused about how you felt for him…the list went on and on and on. There were so many thoughts buzzing in your head, you didn’t know how to deal with them. You didn’t know who to talk to about what you were going through. It’s not like you could talk to kai or jo. There was no one and you were absolutely stuck for the first time in forever.

Little did you know that today was the last time you would ever see kai and go over to his home. His family that once became yours fell away. Things were never going to be the same afterwards.


Imagine Chris trying to win you back from Jensen Ackles

“Chris, go home you’re drunk,” You called from the balcony as you scanned the streets to make sure no paparazzi were around.

“I’m not finished…you come home with me….everything’s better when you’re there….” Chris slurred as he stumbled to stand up straight.

“That isn’t my home anymore, we talked about this,” you could feel tears in your eyes as you watched the once love of your life plead for you to come back.

“No, I didn’t agree to this… I know you miss me, he’s not goood enough, and the sex…baby I know the sex is better with me,” Chris looked up at you a large grin spread across his face.

“Really? You know this because you had sex with Jensen?” You couldn’t help but laugh at his lame attempt to keep you talking….which was idly working.

“Well I’ve had sex with you….and we’re sooooo good together, there’s no way he’s better, plus he’s not really my type, ” Chris’s blue eyes twinkled at you.

“No, apparently brunette ex girlfriends are, Chris I’m calling Scott, you need to sleep it off, and for the record, Jensen and I are not dating,” you grabbed your phone to text via brother to come get him before he made a bigger fool of himself.

“Nothing happened, I swear to god…please can I just come upstairs,” Chris whined.“maybe show you how much better I am…”

“Chris, I’m not having sex with you, you’re ridiculous, we broke up…and who I sleep with is my business, you lost the right when you went out with Minka,” you snapped at the actor as you typed a quick text to Scott to come get his brother.

“Y/n, I swear on my family nothing happened….I love you, please…"Chris pleaded.

You look down at your phone and Scott had apparently been on his brothers side, "Y/nickname, he might be drunk but he’s telling the truth,”

“Which part? About the cheating or be better in bed then my co star?” You snapped while Chris continued to shoot you the puppy dog face.

“I’m team cap, so let’s just say I agree with all of the above, just let him tell you his side, he misses you…come on I know you miss him Stacey texted me and outed you so don’t play hard to get.” Scott teased her hoping she would give his brother another chance.

“He can sleep in the couch, but that doesn’t mean I buy this whole act,” you signed as you waved chris upstairs hearing him scream “yes” as he ran to the door to get buzzed in.
“One mention of minka and you can pick up what’s left of him in the street, Scott.”

“Sounds like a plan,” Scott laughed.

“Bbbaaabbytt, you sure you don’t want to see who’s better?” Chris called as he stumbled up the stairs.

“Let’s get you some coffee then talk.”

|MONSTA X| Imagine #2|

Member: Wonho.

Summary: You had a fight with Wonho because he constantly gets jealous when you’re around Shownu.

Words: 1005.


You are at home, preparing your suitcase to go to your parents’ house again, for you it was enough, you hate when Wonho gets jealous because you’re talking with Shownu, “Why he can’t understand that Shownu is my friend? That I only love him?!” you asked desperately to yourself. You heard someone entering through the door, but you didn’t care and kept on doing your suitcase.

-Y/N? What are you doing? -. You turned around and it was Wonho, still looking angry but at the same time very confused.

-I’m leaving, don’t you see?

-No, no, no, you’re not going anywhere.

-You can’t stop me.

-Oh, I will -. He took both of your wrists making you turn around to face him, you were very frustrated, very mad and hurt by his jealousness.

-Let me go, Wonho.

-What?! If I’m here it’s because I love you and I don’t want you to go, I want you to stay, don’t you see I love you Y/N?

-And don’t you see that you’re hurting me? Hurting your friends because you are stupid jealous?!

-If I’m jealous it’s because I love you and I care about us… Y/N, please don’t go.

-Wonho… it’s enough for me, I can’t keep with this, Shownu is your friend, and mine as well, so I don’t understand why you get jealous.

-Because I’m afraid you will leave me for him. I know he’s my friend and I do love him as well, however I know he can steal you.

-Wonho, I choose you because you really got into me, you really were my type and because I feel in love with you-. Without any warning your tears started to fall down your cheeks, as soon as Wonho noticed that he started to hug you tightly, you started to push him away but he didn’t let you go away from his embrace.

-Don’t cry Y/N… please don’t cry.

-What else can I do? It hurts my heart, you hurt my feelings once again Wonho… I trusted you.

-Babe don’t say that, don’t say that, it’s not the end.

-Wonho… -. You started to hug him tightly, you didn’t wanted to go, but at the same time you don’t want to be the reason why he’s fighting with Shownu.

-I, I’m sorry… I’m so sorry baby.

-Shownu and I were…

-I know, I talked with him before coming here. It wasn’t your fault, it was mine… and I’m sorry about that Y/N.

-How can you think that I’ll leave you? You’re my reason to smile, and my reason for being here.

-I guess I’m very dumb.

-Yes you are.

-Are you still crying?


-Let me see -. Wonho cleaned up the last tears you dropped, he looked at you worried, you couldn’t look at him in that moment so you started to cuddle up in his shoulder.


-I can’t look at you, I’m too embarrassed.

-You don’t have to, after all it was my fault.

-But you fought again with Shownu.

-It’s all better now, I talked with him and I said sorry to him.


-Yeah… -. You looked at Wonho, he started to caress your cheek, and he gently started to give you a few pats in your back.

-I’m the worst, I haven’t the right to be jealous.

-I want to say that I have been very far away from you lately.

-Yeah, but that’s not the problem.

-But I feel sorry for that too, I left you behind, and I started to talk more with the other members than you.

-Y/N is sweet of you for trying to make me feel better, but it was completely my fault this time.

-Wonho, don’t be so harsh on yourself. It’s all done.

-You’re right… I can’t believe a made you cry again.

-Wonho, stop it.

-I’m supposed to make you happy, and make you feel loved.

-Wonho, is fine.

-No it’s not, I should be better boyfriend for you, you deserve better… -. You couldn’t shut up Wonho so you took the back of his head and without any hesitation you kissed him deeply in his lips, he started to caress your hair as you two continued kissing passionately, then both of you stopped because the lack of air.

-Now can you listen? It was my fault as well, I shouldn’t been so cold towards you, I know you won’t let me take part of the guiltiness but at least let me apologize to you.


-Wonho, I really love you and I’m really sorry for the treatment I had have you this last weeks, I promise I will never make you feel less.

-Don’t worry baby, I know you have a lot on your mind, and I respect that, and I promise I will be a better boyfriend too.

-You forgot something.

-What are you talking about?


-Oh, yes, I love you baby.

-Better -. You started to putt your stuffs back where they belong, then Wonho and you laid down on the bed.

-I can’t believe you were about to go.

-What can I say, I really got angry.

-I can imagine that baby.

-But I will be back after two days.

-How cruel… Hey Y/N, want to go later to the arcade with the rest of the members?

-If you promise to be normal and not a killing boyfriend I’ll go.

-I promise, but if someone flirts with you, I’m going to kill them.

-Same to you.

-Aww, thanks babe.

-Just because I love you.

-I love you too Y/N.


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