Me: *reads 5 Books In One Week*

Me: *reads 5 books in one week*

Also me: *doesn't pick up a book for 7.62 months*

Lost ( Vampire Diaries)

*Imagine request *Bonnie and Damon. Bonnie Bennitt a beautiful strong force to be reckoned with. She'd bend over backwards for her friends and she has many of times! And it was always mostly for Elena Gilbert, the girl who everyone risked their lives for. Bonnie was one of Elena's best friends but for awhile now Bonnie has been keeping her real feelings toward the young woman at bay. Bonnie Bennitt down right can't stand how she strings along Damon Salvatore. Damon and Bonnie in the beginning did not get along but when they got trapped in 1994 that changed, they actually became friends. Then Elena went into a deep sleep so Bonnie Bennitt could live a full life, the only selfless act that Elena Gilbert has ever done. Damon however found this selfless act to be selfish on Bonnie's part , that's how deep Elena had her nails into Damon Salvatore. Bonnie will not feel bad no matter what and Damon will get over it with time she hoped. Bonnie was with Damon helping him with his ripper brother Stefan who is completely off his damn rocker again. Bonnie trying to do a boundary spell to trap Stefan was taking too long for Damon's liking "Hurry up Bennitt "! Said an annoyed Damon. Bonnie getting sick of his resentment towards her for the whole Elena having to stay asleep for 90 years thing was pissing her off and it was starting to cut deep. Bonnie being fed up with his shit cut the spell short, got up and started for the door but not before giving Damon a piece of her mind. "Damon I get that you are hurt and missable with out Elena, but I am your friend and I'm trying to be here for you, but you are making it incredibly difficult, so I'm done." Bonnie said looking at Damon who looked pissed as fuck and confused, Zoomed in front of her blocking her from the door and preventing her from walking out "What the hell are you saying Bennitt "? Asked Damon. Bonnie wanting nothing more than to leave just said " I thought we were closer than this, but you are treating me like I'm the villain and I won't stick around for you to keep resenting me and looking at me like I'm the cause for all your problems, no more Damon " she said and with that put up her hand and flew Damon away from her exit. Damon has not seen or spoken to Bonnie in 2 weeks, 2 long weeks of being alone no one to really talk to, or to make him laugh when he starts to think of Elena. It was Bonnie who was the one to keep him sane, at his best , to keep him from loosing his self. He was alone with his bourbon Hoping to find his much needed answers at bottom of his drink. He missed her, he missed Bonnie Bennitt , he missed her laugh, her smile, her sad attempt at making a joke, he felt utterly empty now. He wasn't sure but it was almost as if losing Bonnie was worse for him than losing Elena. Now on his 8th bourbon he decided to call Bonnie But it went directly to voicemail , great he thought " Bonnie.... it's Damon, I know I hurt you and took you for granted like I do with everyone who's lives I walk into, but Bon Bon I never really realized how much you meant to me tell you cut me out of your life ". Damon said feeling so alone " Bon I'm truly lost and I.... I need you, I need you back I'm lost with out you Bonnie ." Said a broken Damon.

Clueless

Summary: Realization strikes you once you’re suddenly overwhelmed by your feelings for your roommate, blaming yourself for being so clueless all along to see what was really infront of you.

Word Count: 1,931.

A/N: Enjoy this Roommate!Bucky fic I decided to come up with. Surprisingly, I really like how it came out. Hope you enjoy! And as always, feedback would be greatly appreciated.

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Imagine asking Caroline to keep Stefan distracted while you go practice some sort of skill and he assumes the worst.

if you dont think Remus got drunk at parties & behaved like this then you are wrong sir

Best Kit imagine so far

Hunger Pains (Kit Walker x Reader)

Request: female character at Briarcliff is there because she is overweight and they keep starving her but all it does is make her sick and she ends up meeting Kit Walker. he decides to try to save her.

Word Count: 1076

Ship: Kit x Reader

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You heard the banging on your door and the demanding voice of Sister Jude yelling at you and the fellow female patients to exit their rooms.

You opened your tired eyes and curled up in discomfort. You gripped your abdomen and moaned audibly before you rolled yourself out of bed and stood stretching your back from rough sleepless night before. Groaning and grumbling curses under your breath. You waited for your blurry vision to focus itself as you stood.

You walked out the iron door frame and stood beside your open door as the guards began to search your empty room. They came out after they had found nothing.

“I’m surprised. The glutton didn’t have any stolen food in her room.” Sister Jude said with a snarky tone as she poked your soft belly with her index finger.

You breathed out a sigh as she walked away to scold Shelley. Just quiet enough that the rest of them ignored you. You hugged yourself as your stomach growled hoping to muffle the pained sounds it made.

The room check ended and we were all escorted out to the common room for most of the day. That stupid French song continued to play. Already giving you a migraine before you took two steps into the open room. You glanced around as the patients moseyed around the room. Going about themselves trapped in their own minds and their own realities.

You didn’t belong here you needed help and therapy and a doctor not a bunch of nuns caning your ass because you didn’t want to eat lunch.

You plopped yourself down on to one of the worn couches that day before a large barred window. You curled up in pain again. Covering your eyes from the sun despite your want to feel it’s light You laid your head down on the olden fabric trying to drown out that song and focusing on your thoughts and not the spitting headache. How you wanted to take that record and scrub the concrete floor with it. Replacing it with the Beatles or the Stones would be a dream come true.

You felt a strong hand in your thigh and the couch dip on the opposite side. You uncovered your face and were met with Kit Walker’s concerned brown eyes and welcoming smile. You smiled back weakly and he began to comfortingly rub his hand up and down your thigh.          

He checked around to make sure you were alone before pulling a piece of bread out of his pants pocket and handed it to you. You smiled at him and he pushed it in your direction. You took it and ate it nibble by nibble. Relieved that your stomach was now at least a little bit satisfied.

You met Kit when you were first admitted to Briarcliff. You told him that you both took a liking to each other fast. You felt like the only sane people in this whole place. You didn’t believe he was a murderer there was no way he could be one. And he in turn didn’t think you belonged here either. He was the sweetest most charming man you had ever met.

Almost everyone you had met in your life, including your parents, treated you like you were disgusting and a pig because of your weight. It led to depression and anti-social behavior before your family had had enough and threw you in this hell hole.

The nuns had put you on a “special diet” to combat your “unhealthy lifestyle”. And by special diet that of course means the nuns starving you and forcing you to fast while reciting scripture as you fainted and cried in hunger pains. You were given one meal a day which was often times just bread and sugar water. Grace, Kit and even Lana would sneak you extra bread and pieces of meat when the nuns and guard weren’t looking. You would take them gratefully and nearly cry if it was just after a week-long fast. Kit would often hold your hand and rub your shoulder to keep you calm so you wouldn’t cause a scene.

The “diet” had done nothing but make you sick. It made you delirious and hysterical at times if you weren’t simply passed out from malnutrition. The only person in this whole place that actually cred about you, comforted you, and helped you through the abuse was Kit. He was always there, he would sneak into the female ward at night and slip food through the grated window of your room. He would rub your back and whisper reassuringly in your ear when you started crying. He even held you firmly but gently when you had a seizure from the lack of nutrition. So far Kit was the only thing in this place keeping you sane.

“I’m working kitchen duty with Grace today, I’ll bring you some more later, okay?” he said as he rubbed your shoulder and back. All you could do was whimper and nod. Kit pulled you off the back of the couch and into his lap. He did it slow like how you would pry a toddler away from something dangerous. He laid against the arm of the old dingy couch and you curled up with your head resting on his chest.

“Is this okay?” you asked not wanting you be moved by guards.

“patients hump in the corner and no one bats an eye I’m sure this is fine,” Kit said with chuckle.

You closed your eyes as you listened to the noises around you. The incoherent babbling of other patients, that damn record, Kit pulling out and lighting a cigarette it all muddled together and almost lulled you into a nap before kit started talking n a low quiet yet audible voice.

“You know what I’m gonna do?” he said as he exhaled the smoke after taking a long drag, “I’m gonna get us out of here. And when I do, I’m taking you home with me and I’m gonna cook you the biggest most delicious meal you’ve ever had. You deserve it.” You hummed in response.

“I don’t want ya to die here, (Y/N),” he said, “I hate watching you suffer. I’m going to get us both out of here and we’ll get as far away from this place as possible and I’ll make sure were both okay.”

He laid a long gentle kiss on your forehead before whispering.

“I promise.”