(this gifs are worse than i expected)

We do this together

(Montgomery de la Cruz x reader)

A/N: Honestly I never thought I would write a imagine about Monty, but oh my god I’m obsessed with him lately, we all know how attractive it is a redeemable bad boy, I’ve lived this with Reggie already lol.

Anyway this imagine it’s a little sad (?) at first I wanted to write one based on Sorry by Halsey, but it turned out being this, truth is that you end up showing your mood when your writing and obviously I wasn’t in my happiest mood writing this one, but now I am feeling a lot better and I want to write one really fluffy and flirty and happiness everywhere so stay tuned.

I hope you like this one xx 

Warnings: Mention of sexual assault and english is not my first language.

Words: 3.040

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It had been a week since I ended my relationship with Monty and since that moment I had been receiving messages and calls, which I didn’t answer, he tried to talk with me every day in the halls or at lunch, but I had avoid him perfectly.

I understood why he felt the need of talking with me, because for him it didn’t make sense that what we had would had ended, our relationship worked so good, we were the image of balance you need between two people in order to make something work. I heard people talk when I passed next to them, how the wonder why we had broken up.

The truth was that I was broken inside, but I was the best when it came to pretend a complete different feeling outside that what I was feeling inside, for example right now in the inside my heart was completely shattered and even more when I saw Monty and his attempts of talking with me, but in the outside I made it look like if I didn’t care about him, like if I didn’t even know him.

I thought that he would end up giving up and he would move on with his life, but day after day he kept coming to me, he didn’t want to forget about us.

There was a day in particular that I found really hard, Monty’s birthday. That day everyone wished him happy birthday in the halls, someone even invited me to the party they were throwing for him at Bryce’s, I obviously wouldn’t go.

When I opened my locker I saw his present, I had bought it a month ago because there were a couple of tickets for an important baseball game and I knew how much he wanted to go and his mother didn’t let him buy the ticket because he got a bad grade, but I knew he wold end up passing that subject and that’s why I bought them, but now they were useless.

I had them in my hand, but I didn’t put them out of my locker so that way no one would see them. That was the first day I felt I could end up crying in front of everyone in that hall, but the sound of a locker closing next to me brought me back to reality and I left the tickets, closing my locker like if there were a bomb inside.

I leaned my back against the cold metal and I looked at the people around me until my eyes met with his for a few seconds, making him start coming in my direction.

“(Y/N) wait please!” he exclaimed when I started to walk away from him.

“Happy birthday Monty!” I looked behind for a second to see how one of the cheerleaders had stopped him to talk to him, even though he kept looking at me.

I locked myself in one of the cubicles in the bathroom, I had to go to my next class, but I didn’t think I could make it; I needed to take a break.

My hands were shaking, which made me even more nervous, so I crossed my arms in front of me, trying to make them stop. I repeated over and over again that everything would be fine; that I had made the right decision even thought it was painful.

I leaned my back on one of the cubicle walls and I slid until I was sitting on the floor, I hugged my legs against my chest and when I heard the bell rang that’s when I burst into tears.

I made myself stop when I heard the bathroom door opening, I even hold my breath to make it look like I wasn’t there, but they had heard me.

“I know there’s someone there” I heard a familiar voice say “I didn’t mean to bother you, but if you need help… I won’t judge” then I recognized the voice, it was my loved friend Hannah.

“It’s me…” I sniffed not moving from my position “(Y/N)” I added.

Silence appeared for a few seconds before I saw under the door how Hannah had sat on the other side.

“Do you want to talk about it?” she knew everything I was going through and all my thoughts, sometimes I wondered if she knew me better than I know myself.

“No” my voice cracked in that moment, showing that I was worse than I expected “I don’t know…”

“I know I’ve said this before… but I think you should do something about it and you should definitely talk to Monty and hear what he has to say about it”

Silence appeared again, this time longer than before. I knew Hannah was right, but if I talked about it I feel like the pain wouldn’t stop and if I talk to Monty I didn’t know how that conversation could end up.

I opened the cubicle door and Hannah stood up quickly, wrapping her arms around me instead of say or ask something else, I hugged her back until I felt I had my strength back.

I spent the rest of the hour with her, talking about the possible scenarios I could find when I talk with Monty, even though I don’t think anything could prepare me for what I would find.

When the bell rang again when left the bathroom and Hannah went to her next class, wishing me luck, and I walked to the classroom where I knew I would find Monty.

He was talking to Zach when they exited the class and when I saw him my heart skipped a beat and my body froze, I was close to turn around and leave, run away as fast as I could, but I saw Zack warning Monty of my presence and when he looked at me he stopped talking.

He started walking in my direction; I guess he thought I’d try to run from him, because I saw his surprised expression when he noticed I didn’t move, looking at him all the time.

“Ca-can we talk?” he sounded almost confused.

I just nodded while I bit my lip, so hard that in any moment I could start tasting the blood.

We walked in silence to the gym, which was empty. I drop my bag on the floor next to the bleachers and I turned in his direction.

“I’m sorry, okay? I don’t know what I’ve done wrong, but I’m sorry, please forgive me” He said walking towards me and taking my hands in his.

I looked at our hands and then at him again. People weren’t use to see this side of Monty, how he needed another person and he would do anything to keep someone by his side, even though he hadn’t to act like the asshole everyone thinks he is.

I put my hands away from him and I saw in his eyes how much that hurt him “You haven’t done anything wrong Monty” I said with a weak smile “You are the perfect boyfriend, every girl would be lucky to have you”

I didn’t know if his expression was more confused or surprised by my words.

“But then… why? Why did you break up?” that was the hard part of this conversation.

“Because…” I sighed heavily looking at my hands, I couldn’t stop playing with them “You deserve someone better Monty and-“

“What? What do you mean with someone better?” he said cutting me “I want you (Y/N), I deserve you” he cupped my face with his hands to make me look him in the eyes.

“You don’t get it… I… I can’t give you what you need” I put my hands on his, moving them away from me “I’m sorry Mont, sorry that I can’t believe that anybody ever really starts to fall in love with me, it is not your fault, I’m a mess and I’m never going to change, I’m sorry if I’ve hurt you because that’s the last thing I wanted to do…”

We stared at each other in silence, I was trying to keep my façade and not start crying and I really think he was feeling the same way because he started biting his lip, something he only does when he’s feeling vulnerable.

“I don’t know what’s going on” he said in a calm tone “But (Y/N), I love you, I am in love with you” he got closer to me if that was even possible “Please tell me what’s happening, let me help you. I’ve tried to ignore it because I know you don’t like to talk about your problems, but this is enough” he put one of his hands in my cheek and that gesture and his words were what he needed to break me and let the tears fall fast through my cheeks.

Without a second thought he brought me towards him and he hugged me, rubbing my hair slowly and kissing my temple. I wrapped my arms around his waist tightly, like if something was going to try to take him away from me.

It seemed like if we stayed like that for an eternity and I was okay with that, because being between his arms was my favourite place to be.

“I didn’t want to…” I cried griping his shirt “I didn’t want to…” I repeated closing my eyes tightly.

Monty made some space between us to be able to look at me and when I opened my eyes to see him I noticed how worried he was.

“(Y/N) what’s going on?” I closed my eyes again and I tighten my lips together trying to find the right way to say what I had to say.

“Something happened to me…” I opened my eyes to see his face when he heard my words through my shaky voice “in that party we went two weeks ago…” my tears started to fall faster and my voice was cracking with every word.

“Wh-what do you mean? What happened?” I could hear how fast his heart was beating in that moment, even faster than mine.

“I drank too much… an-and I went to one of the rooms to rest” I sobbed “someone entered the room… I thought it was you when I felt kisses in my neck” I bit my lip trying to stay as calm as I could “but when I opened my eyes it wasn’t you…” I cried even more than before because of the memory.

I felt his body tense under my hands and how much he was trying to keep himself together.

“I-I tried to push him away… but I couldn’t” he wrapped his arms around me again and I cried with my face hidden in his neck “I was so scared….” I whispered “I tried to scream… fight… and I couldn’t”

“Who did it?” he asked in a cold tone after a few minutes in silence.

I didn’t say anything so he made me look at him and he repeated the question.

“I know what you’ll do if I tell you who did it” I said wiping my tears.

“Of course you know it! I’m going to do what that son of a bitch deserves!” he exclaimed finally losing it “Why didn’t you tell me anything? You should have come to me first” he add softening his voice and trying to make me look him in the eyes.

“Because I still can’t believe this has happened” I answered looking at him and starting my crying again.

“I’m sorry” he said quickly cupping my face with his hands and kissing my forehead “I’m sorry” he said once again “fuck this is so frustrating” he whispered before making me look at him “but you’re going to be okay, I promise” now he seemed to feel guilty and that made me feel even worse “I’m going to be by your side through everything and that asshole it’s going to pay” I shacked my head when I realized what he meant.

“I’m not going to do anything” I said it so weakly that I almost couldn’t hear me, but I know he heard me because of how he reacted.

“You can’t let this go away so easily babe” he tried to sound as calm as he could “You can’t let him go away with what he’s done”

“I can’t do this Monty… I know what’s going to happen if everyone knows about what happened, one way or another people will look at me and talk about me; it’s his word against mine”

“If someone dares to say something about you I’ll make sure they don’t see the sun again” I couldn’t help but smile weakly, even though I wouldn’t let him do anything to anyone it was a relief knowing that I could count on him and that he was by my side no matter what.

“I love you” I said out of nowhere, getting what I wanted, which was see him smile “I just thought you would be better without me after what happened, because I don’t know if I will be the same again” I said looking at him through my glassy eyes.

“There’s nothing you can do that makes me stop loving you” he said caressing my cheeks with his thumbs.

I put my hands on his and I closed my eyes, enjoying the touch of his skin against mine.

“Mont?”

“Yeah?”

“You have to promise me that you won’t do anything if I tell you who did this” I said after a long silence.

I didn’t want to say his name out loud because it was something pretty painful, but I think Monty deserved to know.

“I… I promise you” he said not very sure

I opened my eyes, I knew he would be furious no matter the name I said, but I knew even better that when he heard who did this he probably would lose it, but I had to do it “It was Bryce…” I said feeling a lump on my throat.

I felt his hands tense and I could see how he clenched his jaw; he had to sigh deep a couple of times to control his berating.

I slide my hands through his forearms, making him come back to this moment and not think about all the possible scenarios where he killed Bryce. There was a mix of rage and helplessness in his eyes, something I hadn’t seen before.

“I’m so sorry for doing this to you, I’m sorry for ruining your birthday” I said with a shaky voice.

“You haven’t ruined anything” he said calmly “You haven’t done anything wrong, do you hear me? So stop apologizing” he added kissing my forehead.

I gave him my best smile thanking him his words “Can we leave?” I asked in a whisper.

He nodded before kissing my lips carefully and wrapping his arm around my shoulders. He grabbed my bag and we left for the rest of the day.

After that day I didn’t go to school for a few days, the same way I didn’t go the week after the party, it was like coming back to that again.

Monty came to my house after classes and he stayed until I fell sleep at night, but that day he didn’t showed up at his usual hour, I decided to wait in case something came up and he was coming late, but after an hour I called him, not getting an answer and then I started to get worried.

I went to his house to look for him, I saw his jeep on the entrance and that calmed me a little bit because at least I knew where he was, but when I knock at the door and nothing happened I started to get worried again. I took the emergency key, which I obviously knew where it was and I got in like if I were at my own house.

“Monty?” the house was in complete silence.

I went upstairs to his room and then I heard his voice, in his bathroom, I heard how he was swearing and letting some groans scape his lips.

“Monty?” I asked knocking at the door.

I suddenly stopped hearing him and after a few seconds he unlocked the door, I waited for him to open it, but when he didn’t I pushed it open and then I saw him, he had a black eye and cuts in his nose, cheek and lips.

My eyes were wide open by that moment and I went to him quickly, taking his face between my hands carefully.

“What happened?” I asked worried.

I didn’t get an answer, just the look he gave me every time he does something he know I don’t approve and then I knew it, I knew what he had done so I put my hands away from him.

“I had to do it, I promise you I’ve tried to control it all this time, but today I couldn’t help it anymore” I noticed how his voice was about to crack “I couldn’t do like anything happened after what he did and I wasn’t there to stop it” and then it hit me, he felt more gilt than all the rage he could hold against Bryce and getting in a fight with him was a way to try to release all that guilt.

“Look at me” I said putting my hands on his neck “there’s nothing you could’ve done, you can’t blame yourself for this”

“I should have been with you and nothing would have happened” he said with tears in his eyes.

I wrapped my arms around his neck and brought him closer to me, trying to comfort him “stop it Mont, it’s not your fault” I felt his arms around my waist and how his body relaxed under our touch.

I didn’t know how I would get over this or if I could be the same again, stop feeling this fear that something is about to happen all the time or the feeling that I’m hopeless, but if I knew something for sure was that if I had Monty by my side I would be fine and we’d get over this together.

Sweetest Lie (Draco Malfoy x Reader)

Prompt: Where Draco loses the love of his life, dying in his arms, as he tells her the sweetest lie by saying it’s going to be okay, that it’ll always be okay in the end. Always.

Requested: No.
Word Count: 1,213
Warnings: Death, sadness, fluff.

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You make it sound so sweet, when you lie to me. Make it sound so sweet, when you lie to me. - Vapor, 5 Seconds of Summer.

‘Promise you’ll be safe?’ you whispered against the dirty shirt of your boyfriend, Draco, him giving you a bear-hug for maybe the last time. He told himself no, that this wouldn’t be the last time hugging you, but he did it anyways, in the worst case it could happen. Losing you.

‘I promise, if you promise me the same,’ he murmured back and you sniffled, letting out another sob before nodding.

‘I promise.’

He pulled back from the hug and looked into your beautiful, warm eyes. A view he always loved to look at. A view which calmed him down when he was stressed.

Another spell hit the ceiling and some pieces of concrete fell down, but you were standing safely under the stairs of Hogwarts. Well, for now it was safe.

The Battle of Hogwarts was happening. And it was bigger and worse than expected. There were already so many casualties and it felt like the war between good and bad hadn’t even really begun.

‘I’m so sorry for not fighting on your side,’ Draco said softly, stroking his fingers through your hair.

‘Just because your parents are, doesn’t mean you have to,’ you tried one last time, but he shook his head.

‘I already told you, Y/N, if I don’t, he’d kill you, my parents and me.’ Tears slipped from his beautiful, bright grey eyes and you immediately hugged him again.

‘Draco, please don’t. Please don’t cry, otherwise I’ll start again,’ you whined, but the tears were already falling down your face, which was now buried in his chest again.

After some time, you pulled back at the same time, before a deadly silence fell between the two of you, still with watery eyes.

And then, you jumped, wrapping your legs around his torso and your arms around his neck, planting your lips on his as you shared the most passionate and saddest kiss you’ve ever had. A simple goodbye was not something you two would do, that’s just too difficult and impossible for you.

Draco’s lips were chapped and it tasted salty and wet, just like his tears. But either were your lips, and the taste brought more passion into the kiss honestly. But the main thing you felt, was his undeniable and eternal love for you, which made your heart flutter as you felt the same for him.

Finally, a thud made you separate from the kiss and Draco dropped you with sad eyes.

‘I love you, Y/N, forever and eternally. You are the love of my life and I can’t imagine my life without you, you mean so much to me,’ were Draco’s last loving words.

‘I love you too, Draco. I will love you until the last beat of my heart and I promise you it won’t be today that last beat will come,’ you said with a smile before pecking his lips for the last time.

‘Now, shoo shoo, boy,’ you giggled and Draco walked backwards, slowly towards the Dark Side.

‘I love you!’ he shouted before he disappeared in a black cloud of dark magic.

You smiled sadly while walking away from under the stairs, before looking up to the ceiling, hoping he could hear your last ‘I love you’ to him.

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Expelliarmus!’ you yelled with your wand in your hand as the wand of the Death Eater in front of you flew away. One step closer and your wand touched his living, beating heart, but you didn’t take the risk to do it.

Next thing you knew, was a green lightning beside you, so you screamed: ‘Stupefy!’ towards the Death Eater in front of you, before focusing on the one behind you.

Just in time you bent down for another green lightning and pointed your wand towards another one of them. ‘Everte Statum!’ you said and the Death Eater tumbled backwards, so you got up and ran inside again.

A field of people fighting, bodies and many green lights filled your eyes. As one of the students was hit by the ‘Avada Kedavra’ spell, you gasped and looked straight into the eyes of the evil Bellatrix. A devilish grin appeared on the wizard’s face and she pointed her wand towards you.

Sectumsempra!’ she said and the next moment you felt a stinging feeling in your leg, stomach and chest. You fell backwards but just in time, some black smoke appeared behind you and two arms caught you safely, preventing you from suffering more pain.

‘Y/N,’ you heard someone whisper in tears as you started to whimper in pain. Next thing you saw, were two big grey eyes and the first tears were streaming down your face again. You felt your hands being sticky and wet from all the blood that was coming from your wounds.

Draco murmured some different spells so there was a shield around you guys and no one could hurt you as you started to cry more. The pain was unbearable and you knew this was your ending.

At least you fought the best you could. And you were laying in the arms of your first, only true love. Draco.

‘Draco,’ you whispered as you reached in pain towards his cheek and you stroke it. He grabbed your hand softly and squeezed it a little.

‘No, Y/N, please don’t leave me. Please don’t leave, it’s going to be okay. It will always be okay,’ he whispered as his voice was soft and a crack could be heard, which made you cry even more. The pain started to fade into cramps, as you saw that Draco spoke a healing spell over your body. But you felt it was too late.

‘Draco, I love you. I love you, I love you,’ you whispered, ‘and I’m so sorry I couldn’t keep our promise. I’m so sorry, please don’t forget me. I’m so sorry.’

Draco cried out a yell before his lips contacted yours again, but you didn’t have much power anymore to respond.

‘I love you too, Y/N, so much. It will be okay, I promise you, you’ll be okay,’ he cried again while pressing his forehead against yours, waiting for your final breath but still murmuring some spells to lighten the pain for you.

You looked into his beautiful eyes and whispered: ‘Thank you for giving your love to me like it was everything you got, and I’m so sorry I took that one thing away.’

‘No one’s going to take the love away I gave to you, okay? My love for you is eternal,’ he said as his thumb was stroking your cheek.

The last thing you could try do to, was forming a smile with your lips and closing your eyes as Draco continued to murmur healing spells and mixing it with mumbles which told you it was going to be okay.

But it was too late.

It wouldn’t be okay, you were gone, and the bad side took the only good thing in Draco’s life.

You.

And still, in the end, even when you took your final breath, he still whispered it was going to be okay. Until he really realized you were gone.

A terrible, broken scream left his mouth.

Even the sweetest lies couldn’t save you from death. Because sometimes, it won’t be okay in the end.

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BAD TEMPER + masterlist + part II


Request: One shot of kylo falling in love with someone that has an even worse temper than him

A/N: So this ended up being much more longer than I expected? Oops! Anyways, enjoy my lovely kylovers :)

Word Count: 4.8K+

Warning: Profanity


It must’ve been unheard of to have someone on the Resistance to have a strong temper–it wasn’t like you destroyed the place when things didn’t go your way–but you were pretty verbal, and when it came to war and being on the battlefield, it was as if the enemy saw the devil in you as they cowered in fear. It was, without a doubt, a fact that you were one of the Resistance’s best soldiers to date. Though, you weren’t Force Sensitive nor were you a ‘helluva pilot’, you were exactly what the Resistance needed when it needed a role model. Your presence was intimidating, you held your ground awfully well, and your integrity was high. It was no wonder the general decided to recruit a person like you.

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DEMON!CARL IMAGINE
Reader x Carl
Warning: cussing, blood (obviously), fighting, and I mean its a demon so its gonna be aggressive.
(sorry for any typos! I hope you like it. I normally write TWD imagines and this gif inspired me to do demon!Carl)


In the Apocalypse, anything could happen. You didn’t expect much, you just thought that walkers were the only things you had to deal with.
Oh, it was far worse than that. You didn’t understand how, or why, but Carl had begun acting weird after he lost his eye. Not just because he had some memory loss, or just because he was irritable; but he was different. It wasn’t the Carl you knew or liked. It was someone else.

You were alone in Alexandria one night. Not completely alone, but most of your group was gone - out looking for Negans group. Carl hadn’t gone with them but at the moment you didn’t know where he was. It was dark, nearly everyone else was asleep, but you were awake, sitting outside on the porch. You couldn’t sleep. You thought that maybe getting some fresh air would help, but it didn’t. You couldn’t stop thinking about Carl. About how angry he’d get, or how he’d hide away in his room for long periods of time. You were worried for him since he’d never acted like that before. 

“Y/N?” You quickly turned your head, your eyes widening a bit from the surprise. “W-What?” you asked, seeing Enid standing by your porch. You and her weren’t friends, but you didn’t hate her. You just never talked, so it shocked you. “I just saw Carl go over the wall.” Enid whispered. You stared at her for a moment, your eyebrows knitting closely together. “What do you mean?” you asked as if you didn’t know. You were just, well, shocked. Of course. “He went over the wall, like, by himself. He was looking around like he didn’t want anyone to see him either.” she said, crossing her arms over her chest. You knew she was telling the truth because she didn’t sneak outside of the walls like she used to. You frowned and stood up, you had just a pair of jeans, a tank top, and one of Carls flannels on to cover your shoulders. “Can you.. uh.. stay here for a few minutes?” You asked, stepping off of the porch. She watched you and sighed, “you’re going to look for him.” she mumbled, she already knew. “If anyone asks where I am, stall for me.” you whispered, turning to face her. She nodded slightly, “Okay,” she said, “but what if you don’t come back?” You frowned, placing a hand on your hip. “I will come back. If I can’t find Carl, I’ll come back here. See you later.”

You ran to the wall that Enid said she saw Carl climb over. Nobody was around but you made sure to look around before you climbed the wall.
You landed on your feet outside of the walls with a loud thump. The leaves crunched underneath the rubber of your shoes as you regained your balance. From where you stood, Carl was no where to be seen, so you knew it would take a while to find him. It was also be getting dark outside soon too, which wasn’t a good thing either. Not only had you risked your life by climbing out of Alexandria, but you also forgot a weapon. You didn’t have anything to defend yourself with.
You took a step forward and looked around; there wasn’t anything visible yet. You were in the clear, as far as you could see. You began walking forward, your heart rate still at a normal pace. You couldn’t say you weren’t scared because you were, you were scared for Carl and for yourself, considering the fact that anything could happen. You didn’t know if you’d find him alive, dead, or even at all. Maybe he’d be back in Alexandria before you got back. Maybe he just went looking for something, or maybe he needed some fresh air to relax? He could’ve easily gotten that inside the walls, but, you never know.
You’d walked for about ten minutes before you saw a walker. You decided to ignore it and not alert it because you were simply unarmed. You took a step to the right, ready to turn around, but stopped dead in your tracks when you felt the barrel of a gun against the back of your head. You quickly raised your hands, clenching your eyes shut, “I don’t want any trouble.” you mumbled. “Move.” the person demanded, causing you to quickly move to the right again. He kept his gun pointed forward, and as he pulled the trigger to kill the walker, you noticed the silencer, and the plain design of the gun. It was Carl’s.
“Carl?” you asked quietly, your voice cracking slightly. “Yeah? I knew it was you.” he mumbled, his voice low. “Why the hell would you point your gun at me then?” you asked, turning around to face him. “Why are you out here?” he ignored your question by asking his own. You frowned, “I should be asking you that. I came out here looking for you.” you said as you crossed your arms over your chest. “How did you know I was out here? What if that gun wasn’t mine?! huh? You could be dead.” Carl snapped, turning to look at you fully. You were taken aback a bit by it but you still remained calm on the outside. “Someone saw you and told me.” you replied normally. He looked at you for a moment before rolling your eyes and placing his gun back in his pocket. “Well, you found me. You can leave now." 
"I’m not leaving here unless you come with me.” you said, smiling a little bit. You’d hoped that your smile would lighten the mood a little bit but it only upset him even more. “I’m not ready to go yet, but you are. So go home.” he snapped, this time, even louder. You sighed and looked down, “Carl,” you looked back up, “what’s wrong with you lately?” you asked as you took a step forward. He squinted his eyes and tilted his head a tiny bit, “Nothings wrong with me. The only thing wrong is that you won’t stop bugging me about it.” he muttered, still staring you straight in the eyes. Your eyes widened a small bit and you let your shoulders lazily slump. “Carl.. I’m just worried-”
“I don’t give a shit, you shouldn’t be. I’m fine.” he yelled, reaching for his gun. Your heart race sped up now. “Carl - what the hell?!” You choked out, the fear becoming noticeable in your voice. “I said leave.” he said sternly, his eyes darkening as he looked at you. You felt your stomach drop almost as if you were going to throw up. “Fine,” you whispered, tears threatening to leave your eyes, “just please be careful.” you mumbled, getting ready to walk past him. You couldn’t even be mad, you were too scared and worried about him. He almost pulled a gun on you - purposely.
“Why do you think I don’t know how to handle myself?!” he screamed, grabbing your shoulders and pushing you against the tree harshly. You gasped, a tear falling from your right eye as you cowered back. “I.. I didn’t say that!” you exclaimed, your voice becoming a bit shaky. “Then quit telling me what to do!” he yelled, grabbing your chin and forcing you to look up at him. “Are you scared? Why are you crying?” he asked, almost in a mock-like tone. “Fuck off. Let me go.” you spat, looking him dead in the eye. He watched you for a moment, he only smirked, and he chuckled darkly. This was not the Carl you knew. “Getting feisty now, are we?” he asked, his eyes darkening even more as he stepped closer to you. You felt your cheeks heat up but you didn’t know why. You liked Carl a lot and of course you loved being close to him, but this was not Carl. This was not the Carl you became best friends with. This was not the Carl you fell in love with. “You said I should leave so I’m going to. Let me go.” you muttered, another tear falling down your red cheeks. Carl stared at you for a moment before shaking his head. You watched him as his face fell, his eyes becoming dull, to the point where they were completely black. You gasped quietly, your chest sinking in as you exhaled deeply, your eyes widening in fear. “Your.. your eyes.” you whispered, slowly trying to squirm away from him.
“You know, I can see what he sees in you.” he mumbled. You stood still and stared at him, your mouth slightly open in shock. “Who?” you asked quietly. “Carl.” he said, his lips soon forming a smirk as he looked into your eyes. You squinted your own eyes, your face becoming even more red. “Carl, grow the fuck up! This isn’t funny!” you yelled, using your arms to push him away quickly. He stumbled back but he didn’t fall, instead, he grabbed your wrist and forced you back over to him, causing you to let out a quiet gasp. “I’m not Carl!” he yelled, his voice low as he pushed you back against the tree. You felt the wind get knocked out of you, you gasped for air as you looked away from him. “Please, stop-” you choked out, tears continuously running down your cheeks now. His grip on your upper arms would surely leave bruises. “Carl can’t do anything. He’s watching everything that’s happening, yet he can’t do anything about it.” he spat, his face getting awkwardly close to yours. “He might even have to watch you die.” he whispered into your ear, his breath was hot and sent shivers down your spine, your back arching slightly as you struggled under his grip. “What is going on then?” you asked, stuttering over almost every word. 
You’d only known of demons for having black eyes. You’d seen a few movies about them before the apocalypse begun but you never believed it could happen. Part of you still thought it was crazy, but you also used to think zombies couldn’t ever be real. Now they are, and you fight the walkers everyday. Anything could happen and you knew that, you just didn’t want to believe it.
“You already know, you’re just doubting yourself. You think it can’t happen, well, think again.” he answered, his grip on your arms loosening slightly. You let out a quiet, choked sob, and looked down. “Please, just.. stop. You..”
His grip tightened on one arm, and with the other hand he lifted your chin again. “Just shut up. I’m not done talking.” he muttered. You looked at his face, not directly into his eyes, and bit down on your bottom lip to avoid crying even more. He watched in amusement, his eyes exploring your face and eventually falling to your lips. “I know you like him. He likes you too. He’s too much of a chicken shit to do anything about it. That’s young love for ya.” he said, his voice not as harsh as it was before. You closed your eyes as your cheeks became red again. “You’re lying.” you whispered, your chest still rising and falling heavily. He grinned and shook his head, “Nah, I’m not. If there’s one thing I don’t do, its lie. I just simply get what I want.” he exclaimed, a smirk on his face as his eyes widened. “Well what do you want?” you asked as you opened your eyes. “Well, first..” he stopped talking and let go of you, backing away slowly. “I want to give Carl what he wants.” he said, smirking once again. “And then,” he began to walk towards you again, “I want him to watch you die.” he said calmly. You frowned, another tear falling down your cheek as you looked at him. “Please, just leave- you don’t-”
“I don’t have to do it!” he sarcastically exclaimed in a high pitched voice. He then looked down at you, tilted his head, and let his expression fall. “Really? you think that’ll work?” he asked. You closed your eyes and sighed, “No. I don’t.” you whispered. He chuckled and grabbed your shoulders, causing you to open your eyes quickly. He was close to you. “Carl enjoys this.” he said cockily, his eyebrows raising a bit. “I know he doesn’t. Now, you’re lying.” you spat. He rolled his eyes and scoffed, looking down at you. “I meant he enjoys being this close to you, so don’t call me a liar.” You gulped lightly and shook your head, noticing the knife in his pocket.
You didn’t know how to get this thing out of him, but you didn’t want to let it stay. You didn’t want to not try anything. 
“What does Carl want?” you asked slowly, trying to calm your breathing. He smirked, inching closer to you, his one hand falling to your waist. You flinched slightly and let out a small breath of air. “A little nervous, now, are we?” he asked. You took in a deep breath and shook your head, “No.” you lied. He grinned and watched your eyes for a moment, before leaning in quickly and pressing his cold lips against yours heavily. You wanted to push him away, but part of you felt like you were really kissing Carl. You always wanted to kiss him. You liked it. You liked the way his lips felt on yours.  
But its not really him.
You felt your eyes shut as he pushed you against the tree, his hand gripping your waist and pulling you closer to him. You kissed back and you hated yourself for it. It’s not him. You waited for him to lean in again, and you quickly reached for the knife in his pocket. You opened your eyes quickly and so had he, but before he could move, you jabbed the knife into his side and he let out a sharp gasp, you did the same as you felt his blood pour out onto your hand. You pushed him away as you began to sob, watching him as he fell to the ground. “Carl!” you yelled, “I’m so sorry!”
He landed on his back and opened his mouth to let out a scream, but all that came out was a loud whistling sound and a bunch of black smoke. You watched in fear, falling back against the tree and gasping for air. Carl’s back arched and his mouth closed, and after a few seconds, he fell limp and let out a quiet sob. The area around you was quiet except for your breathing and his quiet cries. “C-Carl..?” you asked quietly, taking a small step towards him. “Its.. its me.” he choked out, reaching down for the knife wound in his side. You quickly ran over to him and knelt down beside him, moving his hair out of his eyes and lifting his head up. His eyes were back to normal and his skin wasn’t as pale. “Carl- shit, I’m.. I’m so sorry- I-” you tried speaking and tried apologizing but sobs cut off each word. You’d stabbed him. He was now physically hurt. You grabbed the knife from the ground and cut off a piece of your shirt, then held the cloth against his wound and applied pressure. He looked up at you, a tear falling down his face. “I’m sorry.” he whispered, his voice hoarse. You forced a smile and bent down, wiping the tear with your clean hand. “Its not your fault.” you whispered, holding his head up in your lap. He coughed quietly and you looked around to make sure nothing was coming. “I’m sorry he did that- I’m sorry he-”
You cut him off by shushing him. “Its not your fault. I did it for you.” you whispered. He looked up at you and you sighed, “Carl,” you mumbled, “I can’t lose you. You’re my best friend and I’d do anything for you. I’d jump in front of a bullet for you and I’d never mean to purposely hurt you. I didn’t want to stab-”
he smiled a little and shook his head, “I wouldn’t let you jump in front of a bullet for me.” he said, a small laugh following his words. You let out a quiet laugh too as tears continued to fall down your cheeks, considering you were still in shock. “You couldn’t stop me.” you said, laughing quietly even more afterwards. He grinned and pushed himself up a little bit, causing you to freak out just for a second. “Don’t move, Carl-”
“We have to get back inside.” he said, turning to face you completely. You stared at him for a moment and sighed, nodding slowly. “We have to walk to the front gate. You can’t climb the wall. Were just gonna have to say we snuck out.” you whispered. He smiled and grabbed your free hand, “When they ask, this stab wound isn’t from you. Its from a stranger. And you helped me.” he said, looking into your eyes. You bit down on your bottom lip again and nodded, “That sounds good. Still, I’m sorry." 

You helped Carl walk to the front gate, you had his arm wrapped around your shoulder and you continued to keep pressure applied to his wound. When you got to the gates, luckily, Enid was the one to open it. She didn’t ask much but she did get Denise, and the three of you begged her not to tell anyone about this. She kindly agreed and you felt as if you couldn’t thank her enough.
When Carl was patched up and ready to go to sleep, you sat on the edge of his bed. "Thank you for saving me today.” he said, smiling lightly as he looked at you. You laughed quietly and looked down, “I don’t think I saved you, Carl, I stabbed you.” you mumbled. “Hey,” Carl said as he grabbed your hand, his eyes softening, “You didn’t stab me. You stabbed the other.. thing. Its gone now, and that’s because of you.” He said, sitting up slightly and leaning against his headboard. You watched him and nodded slowly. You wanted to ask if everything that was said earlier was true but you decided against it. “Goodnight.” you said quietly, standing up and leaning down, placing a quick kiss on his forehead. Your cheeks became red and you were shocked you even did that, but you were even more surprised when Carl grabbed your arm gently and pulled you back down.
He connected his lips to yours and your eyes instantly shut, you kissed back softly. It was really him. Carl really kissed you first. His hand rested on your shoulder for the small kiss and when he pulled away, the both of you were smiling. “Stay with me tonight?”

The two of you fell asleep in his bed, his arm wrapped around your waist as he held onto your protectively, and also, just because he loved you.

(oohhkaaay the part where the demon left his body was sorta weird but I didn’t feel like having a full on exorcism was appropriate?? lmao I still hope you enjoyed it. BYE)

Sweetest Lie (Draco Malfoy x Reader) 

ALTERNATE ENDING

Prompt: Where Draco thinks he looses the love of his life, dying in his arms, as he tells her the sweetest lie by saying it’s going to be okay, that it’ll always be okay in the end. Always.

Requested: Yes. (4 times, and I’m so DAMN HAPPY ABOUT THAT YES, THAT’S MORE THAN ENOUGH)
Word Count: 1,513.
Warning(s): Almost death experience, sadness, fluff.

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THIS IS AN ALTERNATE ENDING FOR MY PREVIOUS IMAGINE, ‘’Sweetest Lie’’!

‘Promise you’ll be safe?’ you whispered against the dirty shirt of your boyfriend, Draco, him giving you a bear-hug for maybe the last time. He told himself no, that this wouldn’t be the last time hugging you, but he did it anyways, in the worst case it could happen. Losing you.

‘I promise, if you promise me the same,’ he murmured back and you sniffled, letting out another sob before nodding.

‘I promise.’

He pulled back from the hug and looked into your beautiful, warm eyes. A view he always loved to look at. A view which calmed him down when he was stressed.

Another spell hit the ceiling and some pieces of concrete fell down, but you were standing safely under the stairs of Hogwarts. Well, for now it was safe.

The Battle of Hogwarts was happening. And it was bigger and worse than expected. There were already so many casualties and it felt like the war between good and bad hadn’t even really begun.

‘I’m so sorry for not fighting on your side,’ Draco said softly, stroking his fingers through your hair.

‘Just because your parents are, doesn’t mean you have to,’ you tried one last time, but he shook his head.

‘I already told you, Y/N, if I don’t, he’d kill you, my parents and me.’ Tears slipped from his beautiful, bright grey eyes and you immediately hugged him again.

‘Draco, please don’t. Please don’t cry, otherwise I’ll start again,’ you whined, but the tears were already falling down your face, which was now buried in his chest again.

After some time, you pulled back at the same time, before a deadly silence fell between the two of you, still with watery eyes.

And then, you jumped, wrapping your legs around his torso and your arms around his neck, planting your lips on his as you shared the most passionate and saddest kiss you’ve ever had. A simple goodbye was not something you two would do, that’s just too difficult and impossible for you. And since it wouldn’t be a farewell, you sighed in relief while kissing Draco.

Draco’s lips were chapped and it tasted salty and wet, just like his tears. But either were your lips, and the taste brought more passion into the kiss honestly. But the main thing you felt, was his undeniable and eternal love for you, which made your heart flutter as you felt the same for him.

Finally, a thud made you separate from the kiss and Draco dropped you with sad eyes.

‘I love you, Y/N, forever and eternally. You are the love of my life and I can’t imagine my life without you, you mean so much to me,’ were Draco’s loving words.

‘I love you too, Draco. I will love you until the last beat of my heart and I promise you it won’t be today that last beat will come,’ you said with a smile before pecking his lips.

‘Now, shoo shoo, boy,’ you giggled and Draco walked backwards, slowly towards the Dark Side.

‘I love you!’ he shouted before he disappeared in a black cloud of dark magic.

You smiled sadly while walking away from under the stairs, before looking up to the ceiling, hoping he could hear your ‘I love you’ to him.

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Expelliarmus!’ you yelled with your wand in your hand as the wand of the Death Eater in front of you flew away. One step closer and your wand touched his living, beating heart, but you didn’t take the risk to do it.

Next thing you knew, was a green lightning beside you, so you screamed: ‘Stupefy!’ towards the Death Eater in front of you, before focusing on the one behind you.

Just in time you bent down for another green lightning and pointed your wand towards another one of them. ‘Everte Statum!’ you said, and the Death Eater tumbled backwards, so you got up and ran inside again.

A field of people fighting, bodies and many green lights filled your eyes. As one of the students was hit by the ‘Avada Kedavra’ spell, you gasped and looked straight into the eyes of the evil Bellatrix. A devilish grin appeared on the wizard’s face and she pointed her wand towards you.

Sectumsempra!’ she said and the next moment you felt a stinging feeling in your leg, stomach and chest. You fell backwards but just in time, some black smoke appeared behind you and two arms caught you safely, preventing you from suffering more pain.

‘Y/N,’ you heard someone whisper in tears as you started to whimper in pain. Next thing you saw, were two big grey eyes and the first tears were streaming down your face again. You felt your hands being sticky and wet from all the blood that was coming from your wounds.

Draco murmured some different spells so there was a shield around you guys and no one could hurt you as you started to cry more. The pain was unbearable, but you knew you could make it through.

‘Draco,’ you whispered as you reached in pain towards his cheek and you stroke it. He grabbed your hand softly and squeezed it a little.

‘Y/N, it’s going to be alright. I promise you, it’ll always be,’ he whispered as his voice was soft and a crack could be heard, which made you cry even more. The pain started to fade into cramps, as you saw that Draco spoke a healing spell over your body. 

Your lungs started to open up more and you immediately inhaled some air. Your hands started to get less sticky and as you looked up, you saw the remaining blood fading away. It seems like Draco have learned the spells really well, because just as the blood faded away, your wounds were only bruises and scratches now.

‘Draco, it’s working,’ you whispered with the biggest smile ever while the tears were now streaming down your face of happiness.

Draco sobbed as he smiled, contacting his lips with your lips as you both smiled in the kiss you shared.

While several spells hit the shield around you, but didn’t hit you luckily, you kissed him some more, before sitting up slowly. Only some scars and cramps were hurting you, but you ignored the pain which was bearable. In no time you were standing up and Draco helped you to balance on your feet.

Seconds later, he took you in your arms and buried his face in your neck, inhaling the smell of you. Your heart fluttered for the second time today as you took a small step back.

‘I know a place somewhere safe, no Death Eaters, no parents, no war,’ he whispered as you nodded. He grabbed your hand and you two ran away from your shield, the battlefield and the war, as you ran up the stairs of Hogwarts.

Sometimes you had to jump across some gaps in the stairs, but you eventually ended up in front of a wall, a dead end. Draco smiled and looked at you.

‘That bloody run did hurt me some bit,’ you snickered before frowning at the wall, ‘but what is this?’

Draco smiled at you, pressing a kiss on your forehead, before letting your hand go.

‘The way to open the room is to walk past it three times thinking about what you need, and the door will appear,’ he said like he studied it and your eyes went wide.

‘The Room of Requirement?!’ you whispered as you saw Draco started to walk past it for more than three times. You started to worry and it didn’t lessen when you heard screams down the hall.

‘He went this way! I’m sure of it!’ you heard the well-known voice of Draco’s own father.

‘Oh no. Draco, I do-’

Just as you were about to say that it didn’t work and that he hallucinated this whole Room of Requirement stuff, a big door started to appear like it was drawn on the wall.

‘C’mon, let’s go,’ he said as he pushed the door open and you ran inside. Just in time, the door was being closed and disappeared from the outside. A silence filled the room, beside the thuds from outside, but those weren’t really loud.

‘Draco!’ you squealed as you embraced the boy you loved, ‘you saved my life. You saved my bloody life. Thank you so much.’

Draco grinned and pulled back, foreheads touching. ‘Well, I can be a hero sometimes yeah. Your hero.’

You giggled and said: ‘Told you I would be safe, I promised it.’ Draco started to laugh as he nodded.

‘Hm-mh, tell me about it. Lucky I was in the room. I could lose you,’ he started to mumble with sad eyes, but you shook your head as he stroke a strand of hair behind your ear.

‘No, no, I’m here. Alive, in pain, but I’m here, babe, and I won’t leave you,’ you said, ‘not again.’

Draco smiled again as he kissed you again, cupping your cheeks lovely

Sweetest Lie? More like the Honest Truth.

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COSMIC BOY // III // MASTERLIST  // AO3


Summary: After switching middle schools, young Ben Solo lands his eyes on who he never expects to be the love of his life. After a four year separation of having to move away with his father, you and Ben are reunited your senior year of high school, only to have an emotional ride that intervenes with the true feelings you two feel for one another–but there’s one major problem, you’re already with somebody else.

A/N: Sorry for the still lame gif header, I still haven’t had time to make the damn graphic. Also. thank you all so much for enjoy parts one and two! I’m so excited for this story and I can’t wait to share it all with you :) Updates will be every Friday, enjoy!

Warning: Ben’s such a tease?

Word Count: 4.3K+


It had nearly been four years since you had last seen Ben–the second he moved away was the last time you thought you would ever see him. The promise of keeping contact wasn’t kept, nor were the visits and the never forgetting…or at least on your end. You regretted not keeping contact with him, although you did ask Rey about him quite often, you never really put the effort to even try keeping in touch. And you felt guilty.

But you weren’t the only one to blame, Ben never tried reaching out either; ever since he left your sight after the shared first kiss, Ben couldn’t find it in himself to speak to you as he knew he had fallen in love…even if he was too young to understand the concept. He had only known you for six days but it felt like an eternity, the way you treated him and actually wanted to be his friend only made him fall even harder.

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Cas was freezing. Becoming human had taken its toll on him, understandably, but nothing had been so infuriating as the simple annoyance of maintaining body temperature. Summers were tolerable, with the advent of air conditioning, and the luxury of riding with the Impala’s windows down. Winter? Winter was terrible.

That’s why when Cas found himself in northern Wisconsin in January for a case with the Winchesters, he spent a majority of his time cursing the weather. Between his foul mood and Dean’s general irritation at another case involving witches, Sam had scampered off at the first chance to get another room and, hopefully, some peace.

“Dude, take some layers off. This motel has heat,” Dean looked over at Cas, sitting primly on the edge of the bed still wrapped in his outdoors clothes.

“It’s cold,” Cas shot back. “Why can’t we do a hunt in the southern states?”

“Because we go where the crazy people are, Cas, that’s why. Damn, who knew a former angel could be such a baby?”

“I’m not a child, Dean,” Cas said scathingly. “It rained here yesterday, and already the parking lot is frozen. And it’s too cold in here.”

“So go sleep in the car if you’re that miserable.”

Cas scowled, a trait he’d picked up well in the past year.

“The heat in your car is worse than what it is in here. I suppose that’s to be expected with an antique.”

Dean sputtered.

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I got carried away a bit, and this took a turn I didn’t expect. But I’m not sorry.

Warnings: smut, blood and submission.

Request by anon

“What do you want?”

“What do I want?” you repeated, eyeing yourself in the mirror. “Nothing. I’m content.”

He released a frustrated groan under his breath before sucking in a deep breath. You watched him straighten up, though the action was considerably less intimidating. His dark brown hair was disheveled and matted with a light sweat to his forehead.

“Damn,” you observed, “you’re worse than a junkie.”

“Brilliant deduction! Want a bleedin’ medal?”

You raised a brow.

Kai smacked his face, rubbing his stubble tiredly.

“Can’t you just help a sociopath out?”

You turned to him.

“We’ve already had this discussion. No.”

“I can give you-.”

“Nothing,” you interrupted, crossing your arms. “I don’t want anything from you, Kai. I like my life. I like my boyfriend. I like my job. There’s nothing I want from you that could make me change my mind. Plus, I’m pretty sure I can think of a handful of humans who’d be more than willing-.”

“I DON’T WANT ANY FUCKING IDIOT OFF THE STREET!”

His jaw was tight. If he applied any more force, you thought he might shatter his molars.

“I want your blood, Y/N. Yours. Do I need to fuckin’ spell it out for you?”

“Well, if you’re offering-.”

“Please.”

Inhaling quietly, you studied him with a squint.

A second later and you shook your head.

“There’s nothing special about my blood. You’re being needy because I was there for you when no one else was. It was my mistake. I’m not letting it happen again.”

Before he could so much as lift a finger, your arm flew forward. Either he was too weak to fight back or he wasn’t even trying. Whatever the reasoning, you were easily able to send him soaring backward into a chair and secure him.

He didn’t seem surprised by the gesture, nor did he try to fight it.

“I’m going to meet my boyfriend,” you relayed, approaching him. “By the time I come back, you’ll be gone.”

“Y/N-.”

“Kai, stop. You…are better than this.” You paused, grimacing. “I can’t believe I just said that either. But, seriously, get a hold of yourself.”

His head slumped backwards and despite your better judgment, you wandered over to his side. Last thing you needed was a drugged out vampire/witch in your apartment.

The moment one hand went to wrap around the back of his skull, Kai grabbed your wrist.

The pressure was soft, but clingy. His bloodshot eyes tried to mask a poorly hidden desperation. Both pupils were dilated.

“You know,” he slurred, bringing the back of your hand to his cheek, “you’re my favorite human.”

“Witch,” you corrected, unable to not find his attention somewhat amusing.

“With little experience,” he approved, stubble scrubbing against your skin like sandpaper. “Means your blood is extra special. You’re my special human. Don’t want anyone else’s blood but yours.”

He continued nuzzling your hand. You found it both mildly unsettling and oddly adorable.

“Quick fix,” he whined quietly, pulling your fingers to his lips as he blinked rapidly. “Half a pint’ll do me over. Won’t bother you again after this.”

You released a pained sigh, thumb brushing thoughtlessly over his upper lip.

He responded by kissing the pad of your thumb.

“I’m not doing this again. Last time, okay?”

“‘Course,” he agreed, releasing your hand. “Last time.”

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“Oh, Jesus, not again.”

This time, he was splayed out on your bed, sheets bunched up beside him. Your duvet was discarded somewhere on the floor.

“Y/N,” he greeted lazily, eyes glued to the ceiling. “So glad you’re here. Mind sparing a bit o ‘fluid?”

You shook your head in disbelief.

“Unless you want me to piss in your mouth, I suggest you get the hell out of here.”

“Piss in my mouth?” he repeated slowly.

Without warning, he exploded into a fit of giggles, fingers grasping the sheets in mirth.

You mentally made a note to clean them after he was gone.

“I’m a kinky bastard, but not that kinky,” he professed. “Know you said last time you weren’t going to donate again, but you don’t get it, Y/N. You don’t understand the high you provide for me. It’s…I imagine

it’s magical.”

“ I’m sure you can live without this.”

Twisting around, you quickly ridding yourself of your shirt, discarding it gracelessly on a nearby chair. You inhaled deeply, arms reaching for the ceiling. The position was held until you felt the pleasurable burn of your muscles.

“But I don’t want,” he say thoughtfully.

“That doesn’t surprise me,” you mumbled, shimmying out of your jeans.

He didn’t respond to your quip.

Instead, he vacated the bed. Not that you heard or noticed him.

Until you felt the unexpected pressure of two warm hands settling on your hips.

“Kai,” you warned, peering over your shoulder at him.

“Hm?” he hummed, shamelessly pressing into you.

“Get off me.”

“Don’t wanna.”

His grip tightened. You tried to ignore his hardening length digging teasingly against your ass.

“Heard a rumor you’re not happy with your boy toy.”

“You haven no ri-.”

“Don’t I?” Kai inquired with a raised brow. “I keep tabs on my favorite human, Y/N.”

You couldn’t be sure if he was serious or bluffing.

“So…you’ve got the romance, flowers, blah, blah, etcetera,” he listed off, two fingers slipping under the waste band of your underwear, but going no further. “But, when it comes to getting naughty, he falls a bit…short.”

One calloused hand skimmed up your rib cage, nails grazing the skin experimentally.

Involuntarily, your breathing grew shallow.

“Bit sexually frustrated, aren’t you?” he continued.

You were ready to lift one heel and slam it down on his toes when without warning, he grabbed a breast, smirking when you shivered.

“Could do anything you wanted me to,” he suggested, thumb brushing over the outline of your hardening nipple. “Could be a good little boy for you, if you want. Could easily spend hours, giving attention to your gorgeous little cunt. And it is gorgeous, Y/N. Can’t say I haven’t spent a pretty day or two, thinking about it.”

His breath ignited a wave of goosebumps over your shoulder.

“Playing with your clit. Sucking on it. Getting you all worked up. Always giving. Don’t have to worry 'bout my own needs. I’ll put my tongue to good use, mistress.”

Your hips jerked forward when the two previously inactive fingers on your waste, slipped across your opening, not penetrating, but brushing over the sensitive moistness with a tempting intent.

Protesting the action would have been counterproductive. Despite Kai’s irritating nature to manipulate and be a general ass, his words were making you embarrassingly wet.

And that’s what was throwing you off about this.

“You are a pathetic junkie.”

You felt his shrug before he rested his chin on your shoulder.

“You’re my conflicted, sexually frustrated supplier. Don’t think we need to point fingers on who has it worse.”

Biting your lip, you forced yourself to not think about the hand massaging your breast or the two fingers stroking your pussy.

It was cheating. The word alone made an unpleasant bundle of guilt swish in your stomach. Your boyfriend was a great guy. Better than you’d dated in a long time. Treated you with a respect difficult to find nowadays.

So, the sex wasn’t up to par. Was that really worth throwing away months of a well paced relationship just for a few seconds of mindless pleasure? Especially with Kai, of all people! Witch you may have been, but you made an effort to be good. To fight the actions of creatures like him.

Then again, befriending him wasn’t exactly a step in that direction.

“Mistress?”

He was gone. There was no Kai anymore in that tone.

You’d have found his submission more comical if it didn’t concern you so much.

And intrigue you.

“I’ll be a good boy, promise,” he insisted. “Our little secret. Fair bargain, I think. In fact, I’ll give you a free sample.”

Unexpectedly, he removed both hands and stepped away from you. The disappointment you felt at the loss of contact wasn’t something you wanted to mull over.

You watched him kneel before you, eyes wide, but focused. More focused than you normally witnessed when he was craving your blood.

“C'mere,” he gestured.

When you stayed immobile, he huffed under his breath. With a few quick movements, he shifted over on his knees so he was eye level with your hips.

You knew what he was about to do. That, perhaps, was the worst part. You knew and you felt…excited. Relieved, even. For the first time in months, you were about to receive just as much as you gave. Properly.

It was selfish and terrible, but equally thrilling and arousing.

“Part your legs a bit for me, darling.”

You did as he said, teeth keeping a tight hold of your bottom lip.

Kai smirked, hands steadying themselves on your hips.

“My, my, you have been a lustful young thing, haven’t you?”

“Shut up,” you grumbled, ignoring your embarrassment.

“Yes, mistress.”

His fingers hooked inside the waste band and leisurely slid your panties down. The entire time, his tongue was caught between his teeth while his eyes never strayed from your pussy.

You stepped out of your underwear, nearly shaking with excitement when he threw them over his shoulder.

“Hm,” he marveled, tilting his head. “I was right. Gorgeous.”

The compliment made you not only blush, but faintly irritated. Were your priorities really that sideways?

This depressing thought spurred forth your next action.

Swiftly, one hand grabbed a hold of Kai’s hair by the roots. With a jerk, you tugged backwards, ensuring his eyes shot up to yours.

“If you want my blood, you work for it. Got it?”

You didn’t even realize you had a dominant streak until Kai’s obedient nod made you smile.

“If I don’t reach my high, you sure as hell won’t reach yours.”

“Yes, mistress.”

With a last second scan, you released his hair. Kai wasted absolutely no time.

It took no longer than five minutes for you to cum. Whether this was a result of not being pleasured for so long or Kai’s genuine talent, you couldn’t be sure.

What you could be sure of, as one hand found his hair again and kept his tongue and lips fastened to your clit, was that you were entirely willing to make this bargain again.

                                                    ___

This arrangement lasted a solid month. Which surprised you. You thought the morals of exchanging blood for sexual acts would disgust you. At least enough to put up a bigger argument next time Kai dropped by.

But, that wasn’t the case.

The next meeting was certainly a bit awkward. You’d gotten home from your shift to find him sitting patiently on your bed. He didn’t say anything. Just watched you as you tiredly shed your clothing. His submissiveness was foreign, but enticing. It wasn’t until you were blessed with a quiet Kai that you realized how much you appreciated it.

“How are you?”

It was strange, but you couldn’t help yourself from asking. Kai may have been a junkie and willing to go to great lengths to get what he wanted, but he was still a living creature beneath that mindless desperation. Debasing him completely didn’t get you off and it wasn’t something you were completely comfortable with doing.

“You aren’t going to bruise me,” Kai complained. “I’m a big boy. Do your worst.”

“Do you want a safe word?”

“Unless you’ve got plans to kill me, I really don’t see the point.”

That had been the last discussion about a safe word or really words in general.

Kai would drop in three times a week, sometimes four. Always when you were alone. His snark, thankfully, wasn’t present and he did everything you requested of him.

At first, you were careful about limits. The first week was spent primarily on your bed with Kai buried in between your thighs. He was astonishingly energetic, licking and sucking away at you like a starving animal. His fingers were also animated, taking to pinching your nub and driving in and out of you at deliciously wicked speeds.

No orgasm was ever faked, and if it was taking you a while to get off, Kai worked with a stunning voracity to make sure you reached your peak.

This is what made you bolder.

The second week, you ordered him to touch himself.

“Pardon?”

“I want you touch yourself.”

He studied you with a squint.

“You get this isn’t about my pleasure, right?”

“Yes. It’s about mine. Drop your pants, sit down in the chair, and touch yourself.”

Your voice didn’t so much as shake.

His confusion was evident, but he did as you requested.

As you guessed, watching him masturbate was a deeply satisfying sight. On some level, you did want him to get pleasure from this arrangement, but more of it had to do with fascination. Fascination that you could get the Gemini coven leader to strip from his boxers, sit down, spread his legs, wrap his hand around his generously sized cock and slowly begin stroking himself. In front of you. Simply because you commanded it.

The control was intoxicating.

You didn’t ask him to do anything else after he climaxed with a strangled groan. And it was one of the first times you could tell that Kai had no idea what your game was. Or, at least why you were getting off on watching him get off.

The rest of the month followed roughly the same schedule. You’d give him a command and after a brief, but curious glance in your direction, Kai would obey.

A good deal of the commands required getting you off. At your request, Kai got into the habit of bringing a vibrator. Which he put to very, very good use.

Some days, the commands were about getting him off. You were creative and it was never in the same way. Granted, he’d always be the one to touch himself, but sometimes, it’d be while kneeling on the bed or bent over a chair so you could admire his cute ass. Once, you even deprived him of his sight with a scarf, enjoying the slight uncertainty his hand underwent when stroking himself.

By the four week, you were comfortable enough to ride his persistent tongue into pleasure without an ounce of shame or embarrassment.

On the days Kai didn’t show up, you questioned what you were doing with him. In public and surrounded by your friends, you were passive and social. On the nights you two were alone, you were loose and experimental with a serious dominance kink.

For a long time, you were puzzled and faintly appalled by your actions.

Then, one night, it hit you.

When were you going to get this sort of sexual freedom again? This ability to explore what made your toes curl and your fingers grasp onto the headboard until your mind went white and your voice, hoarse. Nights with Kai made you feel liberated. They made you feel like a woman. The herege never once judged you, though he got your blood in the end, so that was his triumph.

Regardless, the ability to delve deeper into your sexuality and learn the new ways your body responded to stimulation was one of the biggest reasons you never denied Kai your blood.

If there was any guilt you ever retained, it was because Kai did the things you asked for blood, nothing more. It would have been nice if his actions were genuine.

But, he was a psycho, you reminded yourself. The only genuineness he was capable of was either torture or making deals.

This, when you looked back on the whole fiasco, was ultimately where you made an error in judgment. Assuming Kai regarded your meetings as nothing but a necessary task in order to gain the true source of pleasure: your blood.

In fact, you were completely unaware that after only two weeks together, he’d completely kicked his blood habit.

And, that he was testing you.

It wasn’t until the month was complete that you found out why.

                                                     ___

He wasn’t sitting on the bed this time.

Instead, he was standing, and physically, looked immaculate. Hair combed, beard trimmed, and he looked at you differently.

The moment you absorbed all these changes, you felt a distinct shift in power.

It definitely wasn’t in your hands anymore.

“You look healthy,” you greeted. “Who finally got through to you?”

A part of you couldn’t deny that you were somewhat disappointed. Your sessions would most likely come to an end. And the Kai before you certainly didn’t look like he took orders.

But, you weren’t selfish enough to deny feeling genuine happiness that he wasn’t a junkie anymore. No one deserved to be a victim of that urge. Of course he will always have to live with the desire to drink blood, but now in a controlled manner.

“That’d be you, darling,” he revealed. “Put plenty of things in perspective for me.”

“Good,” you encouraged, offering him a light smile.

He kept up his observation of you without a blink.

“Seen yourself in the mirror lately?” he inquired.

Immediately, one hand patted your hair.

“Did a bird shit on my head again?”

You maneuvered over to the mirror, fingers examining your head.

Kai slipped up behind you and cut short your search by taking hold of your wrist.

You looked down at it, then at him.

“Skin’s not the vibrant glow it normally is,” he pointed out.

With furrowed brows, you glanced at the mirror.

Wow. How did you miss that?

“Don’t get me wrong, I’m flattered,” he continued. “Always giving me the amount of blood I ask for isn’t an easy task. Or a healthy one. But, I can’t have you getting hurt.”

You nodded absently. Your brain was more thrown about the consideration Kai was giving you.

“Why are you being nice?” you asked, eyeing him cautiously.

“Like I said…got a bit of perspective about things,” he answered.

“Do I need to be worried?”

“Hardly. Not only have you fulfilled my needs, but you did so discretely. As an added bonus, you even made personal sacrifices. That right there…that’s the way to a psycho’s heart.”

You retracted your hand.

“I think you’re overestimating my worth.”

“Darling, you’re underestimating yours. Let me break what’s happened in the past month, down for you. I was vulnerable, needy, and weak. Rather than make a name for yourself - which I’m beginning to doubt even crossed your mind - and rat me out to Damon, you got me my fix. Discretely. With me so far?”

“Anyone would have done that.”

You knew that was a lie the moment it passed your lips.

“Mm…'fraid not, Y/N. I don’t find that kind of loyalty.”

You weren’t sure whether to feel flattered or disturbed.

“Now, here’s where it gets interesting. After managing to control my addiction, I couldn’t stop myself from wondering why you were helping me. So selflessly, at that.”

“I got off on telling you what to do,” you defended.

“No, I get that part. But, you began making little bitty sacrifices.”

Swallowing tightly, you took a step back.

“Like what?”

“Well, breaking it off with your boy toy, for one.”

“He didn’t deserve being cheated on. It had nothing to do with you.”

Kai smirked at that.

“If it wasn’t for my mouth on your pussy three times a week, you’d have never let the poor bloke go. Had a bit of input on that one.”

Something inside you twisted in both discomfort and pleasure.

“Then, as we’ve seen, you got a bit neglectful of your appearance. Didn’t even realize how much blood I was taking from you. And yet, you continued to give it.”

Inhaling carefully, you tried getting your thoughts in order.

“You…deserved to get what you came to me for.”

It sounded like a lame excuse despite its truthfulness.

“And that’s the bleedin’ amusing part!” Kai exclaimed. “This entire time, you were under the impression I hated it. Hated getting you off, hated getting myself off while you watched, hated the complete attention you gave me. Not sure if you’ve heard, but I got a bit of an ego. And you stroked it til I was weak in the knees. You had that much control in your hands and you had the courtesy to worry about my own pleasure. Not very mistressy of you, Y/N.”

“If you were that confused, then why the hell didn’t you stop?”: you snapped. “If you didn’t like me not playing my role, you should have stopped playing yours.”

“Oh, but I enjoyed my role,” he assured, eyes taking a slow scan down your form. “Fact, if you knew just how much I enjoyed it, you’d have been more concerned about disappearing so I could never find you.”

“Are you-?”

Your voice died halfway up your throat.

“Aw, I’ve made my favorite human speechless. Well, let’s see if I can remedy that.”

Before you could blink, he snapped his fingers.

Instantly, your surroundings altered.

You were in a massive bedroom with incredibly pricey furniture. The place was well lit and seemed very modern, you could see some paintings on the walls around. The tables held an assortment of foods and beverages on them. Some, you noted, were among your favorites.

Your mouth officially parted when you saw the King sized bed and maroon sheets behind you. Also expensive, by the looks of it. Above that, your eyes honed in the silk ties bound provocatively to the headboard. That was certainly a sight that spoke for itself.

“I am not going to be your mistress!” you argued, backing away from him.

“I prefer the term girlfriend. Or lover. One in the same, really.”

He didn’t once drift from his spot on the carpet.

This gave you the confidence to try teleporting away. You hadn’t quite mastered it fully, but there was no time like the present (literally) to try.

Your eyes closed and with every bit of energy you could harvest, you focused on a new destination.

However, that familiar energy that was your constant companion, refused to manifest.

“Neat trick, innit?” Kai mentioned, pride coloring his voice. “I blocked your magic, my dear.”

With a strained frown, you opened your eyes.

“Kai, let me go.”

“I’ll give you anything you want,” he promised. “In the mean time, you can consider this a vacation that’s just a bit more…permanent.”

“You’re imprisoning me!”

“Keeping,” he corrected. “I’m keeping you. Sizable difference in the terminology.”

You tried to regain control of your breathing, but your current situation wasn’t allowing that.

“I like you, Y/N,” Kai declared seriously. “You’re charming and adventurous and deceivingly thoughtful. More than that, you’re trustworthy. And have a sexual appetite to rival my own.”

“And you couldn’t have told me this without kidnapping me?”

“Keeping,” he reminded. “What would you have honestly done if I told you I was faking being a junkie because I was more addicted to you? Which sounds just as terribly sappy out loud as it did in my head. Shame. Thought it’d translate better.”

You retreated until the back of your knees hit the bed. Shakily, you sat down, palms patting the sheets beneath you.

“I’ve been kidnapped-.”

“-kept-,” Kai inserted helpfully.

“-all because I was…nice.”

Kai shrugged.

“Opposites attract?”

You lost consciousness shortly after you finished cackling. Rest assured, you found the situation more grim than hilarious.

Sighing, Kai made his way over to your unconscious form. He sat down and scooped you up carefully so you rested against his chest.

The urge to both grin and grimace was battling violently inside him.

“That could’ve gone worse,” he confessed, glancing down at you. “If I said I killed the owner of the house and stayed with her for me. Imagine you’ll blame that on being nice as well.”

He rested his chin on your head. The urge to grin won out.

The Gemini coven leader was content.

*SEND REQUESTS*

Captain America Imagine: It’s my favourite

Reading was something that let you find piece in your day, working with the Avengers was tough and sometimes you needed to do things alone, just to recollect your thoughts and just get at peace with yourself and your job. Reading took away all the stress and the worry and gave you some time in someone else’s world, not having to deal with your own problems, but rather reading about hot the character dealt with theirs.

Part of you loved your job, being the hero, saving the civilians; this is all you ever wanted to do; help people. Although there was a negative side to your job which scarred you more and more each time, you had to hurt and kill. I mean sure, they were bad guys, but you were taking their lives, and no matter how hard you told yourself that they should be dead, it hurt each time you fired a bullet or threw a blade.

You had just returned from a mission and it had gone much worse than you were expecting. You had to shoot a small child, yes he was a murderer from HYDRA, he had been tested on and given drugs after drugs until he was more drug than boy. The power he had been given made him too dangerous to not be taken out. Steve had planned to kill him but was being held back by the boys power, so you took the shot, watching the boy fall in pain, the scream still ringing in your ears now.

You slammed your door closed shut and fell to the floor screaming loudly into your hands letting the tears fall, each drop feeling like acid. Standing up you walked over and grabbed a couple tissues from your bedside table before sitting with you back against the headboard, once again letting the tears fall. A knock at the door made you take a shaky breath in, you sniffled away your tears the best you could before opening the door to reveal a concerned looking Steve. “Oh y/n” he mumbled wiping away the tears with his thumb and rubbing his hand over your shoulders.

“Oh come in, come in” you whispered trying to hide your sadness. “I’m fine honestly, I just erm” you struggled looking desperately for an excuse as Steve showed you a sympathetic smile. “Y/n, here” he handed you a book with a title you could not pronounce. “This is my favourite book, I had it before I was in the ice, it is one of my few old belongings. It’s what I used to read to take my mind of things, and well I thought you could use it” he chuckled as you pulled him into a tight hug, only with one hand though, the other keeping a strong hold on the book, running a hand down the spine, feeling the frayed edges. “Thank you” you whispered pulling away from his strong embrace and looking into his attractive eyes. “Anytime, y/n” he spoke moving forward so the words were hitting your lips, “Anytime” he repeated before placing his lips onto yours.

3

Take this sinking boat and point it home. We’ve still got time.
Raise your hopeful voice, you have a choice. You’ll make it now.