but i got to gif that thing after all

Until My Last Moment

Summary: Thanks to Bucky, during a game of truth or dare the reader is put into a compromising position..which may or may not lead to more fun positions with a certain super soldier later on. 

Word Count:  6028

Author’s note: Guys…SMUTT SO MUCH SMUTT! The reader also has a past with Wade Wilson..so this is kinda a dead pool imagine too? ( but not in the way you guys will think;)~ the reader also has powers!!)

Sam laughed, “ And that was how I lost my virginity..but if that story leaves this room y’all are cold”. The entire room laughed along with him, even though there was only five other people in it.

You all had been bored in between missions and decided to play a game of truth or dare. When alcohol was thrown into the equation, things got dirty real fast. Steve laughed, “ God after hearing that story I don’t think being a virgin is too bad”.

Bucky and Natasha threw you knowing glances, but the blush on your cheeks made things pretty obvious anyways. How could you not have a crush on the most well liked man in all of America?

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Happy Birthday, Darling

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Title: Happy Birthday, Darling 

Pairing: Crowley x Reader

Word count: 868

Warnings: fluffish

A/N: I hope you all enjoy this Crowley fic! Feedback is welcomed and appreciated! I love you all so much!! <3 <3

This was requested by @emilyymichelle: Can you do Crowley x reader where everyone but Crowley forgets the reader’s birthday please?

You shut the bunker door behind you in a huff of frustration.  You couldn’t believe that after living with the Winchesters for the last five years, that they would forget your birthday.  If there was one thing they were consistent at, it was forgetting your birthday.  Every year you got more and more fed up.  You felt as if they didn’t care about you.

Your feet moved slowly as you shoved your hands into your pockets.  A long sigh left your lips as you felt your phone buzz in your back pocket.  You were surprised that Crowley, of all people, was texting you.

Crowley: Hello Darling. Happy Birthday from your favorite King >;)

You smiled at the text, slipping your phone back into your pocket.  As you looked up, you saw Crowley just feet in front of you.  You shook your head a small smile adorning your lips.  “Thank you for the birthday wish,” you smiled, hooking your thumbs into your belt loops.

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Dream a Little Dream of Me

Summary: The reader is head over heels in love with Bucky, but doesn’t want to ruin their friendship. The way Bucky feels about her is obvious to everyone BUT her. Thanks to some convincing from Tony and Steve, things are pushed into action. 

Word Count: 5803

Song Pairing: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SwYKqA_j2M8

Author’s note: SMUTTTT! This one is long, but it’s jam packed full of smut! I hope you guys enjoy my first marvel imagine:) also!! HAPPY BIRTHDAY SEB!

You were currently sitting in Tony’s office with Steve, the three of you sitting at one table. Pinching the bridge of your nose you said, “ Boys I don’t know how much longer I can talk about the next mission”.

Instantly Tony smirked, and you prepared yourself for a very sarcastic comment. Tony pouted, “ You’re just upset your favorite soldier isn’t here”. You felt a blush creep over your cheeks but you tried to play it cool.

Shrugging your shoulders you said, “ Maybe all this planning is getting to you too, Steve is right next to you”. Tony laughed, it was a valiant effort on your part but he knew you too well.

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Title: Into Focus
Character: Peter Parker
A/n: I really hope we get to see more of the photographer aspect of Peter’s character in later movies.

“Do you have any idea what you’d want for your birthday?” You asked Peter as the two of you made the usual walk home from school.

Peter shook his head. “I already told you that you really don’t have to get me anything, just make a card or something.”

“Don’t be so lame, of course I’m getting you a present,” You said, lightly elbowing him. “So, come on, help make my job easier.”

Peter made a zipping motion across his lips. “Nope.

•~•

“Ned, can you help me out with something?” You asked, balancing your phone between your jaw and shoulder as you scrolled through various shopping sites on your computer.

“Look, if it’s about the English homework, I don’t really get it much either.”

You chucked. “No, I got that done an hour ago. But I need help picking out a gift for Peter.”

“Oh, okay. What do you have down so far?”

You went through your short list of things you had bookmarked, all of which were met with noises of disagreeance.

“Eh, I’m not really liking any of them so far. What else do you have?”

You sighed, leaning foward to rest your head on your arms. “That’s all of it.”

“Well, looks like we have a lot of work to do before Pete’s birthday.”

Your head shot up. “You mean you’re gonna help me?”

“Of course,” Ned said, but after there was short pause. “But in return, you gotta send me the English homework.”

“Deal!”

•~•

With Peter’s birthday coming closer, you and Ned spent a lot of your free time trying to narrow down your options for a gift. The two of you had been on every shopping site known to man, but so far you only had a few things picked out, none of which that stood out to you.

“I wanna make this special, I finally have money of my own so I’m actually able to get him something nice.”

Ned glanced over his laptop screen to give you a look. “Oh okay, I get it now.”

“Get what?”

Ned’s smile got wider. “You know.”

“I really don’t.”

“You know..,” He said, waggling his eyebrows. “You having a thing for Peter.”

“Oh come on,” You said, going into full denial mode. “Seriously?”

“Eh, you can deny it all you want. But everyone else notices the doe eyes.”

Your eyebrows shot up. “I do not make doe eyes.”

“Maybe, but Peter does.”

What.

•~•

“Hey, do you wanna come over and hang out for a bit?” Peter said, showing up at your locker as you started to shove your things into your backpack. “I can order pizza.”

“Ah man, I would. But me and Ned have to do something.” You told him, trying to give him as little detail as possible.

“Oh, that’s okay. I can just tag along instead?”

“No!” You said, much too quickly. “I-I just mean, it’s kind of a me and him thing, y'know?”

Peter didn’t know, but he wasn’t about to tell you that. “Yeah, yeah. It’s fine, don’t even worry about it.”

“You’re a doll,” You told him, giving his shoulder a punch. “But we’ll hang out soon, okay?”

Peter didn’t even have time to reply before you took off down the hall.

That was incredibly weird, even for you.

But he was interested in what the two of you were doing. Most of the time, all of you hung out as a collective group. There was the off occasion when Peter would invite you over, but that was more because Aunt May liked having you over for dinner every now and then.

Peter just wasn’t under the impression that you and Ned were that close.


•~•

“So, are you free tonight to come over? Aunt May’s making in dinner and wanted me to ask you.” Peter said, once again at your locker after the school day ended.

Just as you were about to answer, Peter could see walking up from the opposite end of the hallway.

“Sorry, Pete. Ned and I are doing something.”

“Again?” Peter couldn’t help but feel a little irritated at this point. The two of you had been running off almost everyday for the past week, and each time he was left out of the circle. He’d try and work his way into tagging along, but you were dead set on Peter not being where you two went.

“Yeah, but I’ll stop by tomorrow, okay?” You said, giving him a smile before catching up with Ned.

Peter’s brows furrowed together. What were the two of you doing?

•~•

You looked proudly down at Peter’s present, you had spent the night trying to figure out how to wrap it in the most neat way possible. You had even gone out to buy some fancy ribbon to place around the whole thing.

It had taken some time, but you and Ned finally came up with the perfect idea for a gift for Peter, and you were quite happy with it.

Carefully placing the present into your bag, you left a small note on the kitchen counter for your parents to read so they knew where you’d gone.

You practically sprinted the whole way to Peter’s apartment complex, coming up to the door and knocking rapidly.

Peter was the one who answered, and you instantly pulled him into a hug. “Happy Birthday!”

You had caught him off guard, half because you actually showed up and the other half because of the sudden hug.

“Thank you,” He said with a laugh, returning it before showing you inside. “I’m surprised you made it.”

“Of course I’d make it, what do you mean?”

“Just like, the whole thing with running off with Ned, like every day for the past week.” Peter explained, trying to say it in the least bitter way possible.

“Oh no,” You said, reaching around to pull his gift from your bag. “He was just helping me pick this out for you.”

Peter slowly took it from you. “You didn’t have to.”

“Yeah, but I did,” You said, practically bouncing from excitement. “Open it!”

Peter laughed, starting to undo all the nice wrapping. “Oh wow,” He said quietly once he could see enough of the box to know what it was.

Peter looked up at with wide eyes. “Oh wow.” He said, flipping open the box and pulled out a camera.

You gave him a broad smile. “Do you like it?” You asked him, setting the box on the sofa while you moved to stand beside him. "It’s not very fancy, but I thought it was perfect to start out with.”

“No, No.” Peter said, carefully flipping it over as he examined it. “It’s perfect.”

“Good, took Ned and I days to decide on what to get you. You’ll get his present later though.”

“How much was it?”

“Doesn’t matter,” You said with a cheeky smile before pulling him to the fire escape. “Come on, let’s try it out!”

It was late into the afternoon, so the sky had already begun to shift into various shades of pink and oranges. “This is a great view, give it a whirl.” You encouraged.

Peter brought up the camera to his eyes, taking a second to get used to the features before the skyline came into focus.

He was just about to press the button when he glanced over at you and saw the pure expression of happiness etched across your face as you had all of your focus on the city.

Peter found himself aiming the picture at you instead, and that was when he took it.

“Did you get it? How does it look?” You asked him, still keeping your gaze outward.

Peter pulled the camera down and smiled at you. “Perfect.”

Just one chance 

(Zach Dempsey mini-series part I)

Part II Part III

A/N: One about Zach YAAAY! I hope you like it and if you’re wondering there will be more parts of this one.

Warnings: English is not my first language.

Remember REQUESTS ARE OPEN

Words: 2.052

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I had noticed. I noticed how he hoped to find that piece of paper in his compliment bag hanging on the wall next to the rest. Hoping to find that someone had written something that made him feel a little better, he didn’t lose hope that someday that bag would have something inside, he didn’t care how long it took.

I had stopped looking in my bag a long time ago; it wasn’t like I couldn’t use some nice words even though they came from an anonymous source that I would probably never know who it was. I had stopped looking inside because I never got any notes, so I decided to stop wasting my time and to stop feeling bad every time I looked inside.

Nevertheless I was surprised that someone like Zach Dempsey didn’t get a hundred of notes, after all he was the star player in the basketball team, he was friends with the popular people of the school, he was always in all the parties and I knew girls liked him, still he didn’t get any compliments in his bag.

I couldn’t help to feel bad for him, so I gather my things very slowly to be the last one in the class and I wrote a note for him, which I left in his compliment bag so the next day he would have something.

I didn’t write a love letter or something like that, it was something pretty simple, something that would make him feel better for the rest of the day; we all deserve to receive compliments from time to time.

A few days passed since the first note I wrote him and I had to admit that I loved how he reacted so I decided to write him a couple more for the next weeks, but I didn’t make it a daily thing.

One day while I was running to class, considering that I was late to first period. I was looking in my bag for my book and being the clumsy person that I am I ran into someone, luckily for me I didn’t fall backwards, that would had been even more embarrassing.

“Oh god, I’m so sorry, I wasn’t looking” I said as fast as I could while I bend down to get the book that I made that person drop.

I saw it was the biology book, the same one that I was looking for in my bag and when I looked to the owner I saw it was Zach and I thanked that it was him and not one of his stupid friends, because even though he hanged out with them Zach was so much nicer than all of them together.

“Don’t worry, are you ok?” he asked grabbing his book and smiling for some reason.

“Yeah, I’m fine, I’m just really bad at walking without running into people” I joked putting my bag on my shoulder “I was looking for my bio book but it seems that I forgot it at home” I sighed “but it doesn’t matter, see you in class” I added walking to the classroom, I didn’t want to get even more late.

“Wait!” he exclaimed making me turn in his direction with a surprised expression on my face “we can walk together and if you want you can sit with me and I’ll share my book with you” I couldn’t help the frown on my forehead. Zach was definitely kind, but not to this level, he was socializing voluntary with me, someone who wasn’t even close to his little world or the people in that world, it was odd.

“Okay… thank you” I answered trying to sound convinced. He reached me and we started walking to class together “how it is that you’re late to bio? You’re always the first one there” I added realizing he was late to his favourite class.

When I didn’t get any answer I looked in his direction and I saw him smiling again, this time even wider. We got to class so I wasn’t going to get any response to my question.

The class went by as usually, this was one of the few classes I liked, I liked to consider myself a person of letters, but I was good at everything in general, even though I hated all the subjects related to science or maths, that’s why it was something unusual that I liked this one in particular and that was the reason why I was always dazed in the teacher’s explanations, but not this time. I couldn0t stop looking to Zach and see how he took notes of everything and how he knew all the answers to the teacher’s questions, even though he just answered them in his notebook and not out loud. I guess that being good at something not related to sports wasn’t “cool”.

Unluckily for me Zach caught me staring and I tried to hide my smile, but it was impossible, I just looked in the teacher’s direction and started to take notes.

“You’re better at this than I thought” I whispered while I was writing the things that I saw in the blackboard.

“That means you knew I was already good at this” he answered looking at me all the time.

That answer was as odd as the rest of things that were happening with him this morning.

“Well, we have this class in common, why wouldn’t I know you’re good at it?” I asked looking at him again.

“Just an observation” there it was again, that smile, the third time I got that smile.

The bell was close to rang when Mr. Porter came into the classroom and I knew he was there for me, I just had to wait to hear my name and see how everyone looked at me.

When he did it I looked at Zach, who was looking at me with something like surprise and concern. I just grabbed my things and followed Mr. Porter to his office.

“I know why you have called me here” I said before he could even start “and I just have to say that everything is ok, I’m fine” I added with my usual tone.

“Your parents don’t think the same, they seem really concern”

“well, they are parents, when you have kids you’re life turns into an endless hole of worries, but I’m fine, I don’t know what they’ve told you, but I know exactly how I feel, can I go now?” the bell rang, great I was going to be late for second period too.

“How do you feel? I’d like to know it so that way I can help you”

“Why do you want to talk about it? To make me feel bad? I’ve said I know how I feel, it doesn’t mean I want to talk about it”

“If you don’t talk about it you won’t be able to solve it”

“This is a waste of time” I said standing and taking my bag. I was in a good mood this morning, but not anymore, thanks to this stupid “try to talk about your feelings”.

“(Y/N) wait” Mr. Porter stood like he was going to follow me, but he didn’t, I walked out of his office without looking behind and I let a big sigh leave my chest.

I started walking to communication class when I heard a certain voice calling me; I turned in his direction with surprise in face again.

“Is everything ok?” Zach asked coming to me.

“Yes, what are you doing here?” I needed to know the answer to that question, because we weren’t friends, we just had a few classes together and now all of the sudden he’s worried about me.

“I just wanted to make sure everything was fine” when I heard how sincere he sounded I felt something I had never felt before, it was like something inside me was completed and I just smiled widely.

“That’s really nice of you” I mumble “Thank you”

We remained silence, I didn’t know what else to say and he looked like he wanted to continue talking, like there was something he wanted to tell me and just when I was about to turn in the opposite direction he talked.

“Would you like to go to Monet’s some time?” he sounded almost nervous. Like if he was exposed to a terrible danger.

I looked at him, confusion all over my face, I was trying to make sense to the fact that he wanted to go out with me, I didn’t want to think he was playing with me, like it was some kind of bet with his friends, that would be really painful.

“Zach… I don’t want you to misunderstand this, but… why?” his expression didn’t change.

“I don’t know, you seem interesting and I’d like to get to know you better” now I was totally amazed.

“Is this some kind of bet you want to win? Because if it is-“

“No!” he said stopping me “no, no bets” I think he realized then why I have my doubts “I promise you it’s nothing like that”

“Then why are you interested suddenly? We’ve been in the same classes since freshman year and we have never had a real conversation, we’re from different worlds and I know you’re nothing like your friends, because if you were I wouldn’t even be talking to you, but when you’re with them… I don’t know, you’re not like this, I guess…”

“I get it, I have a reputation, but give me a chance to prove you that I’m not like that, and you won’t regret it”

“I’ll accept if you tell me the real reason behind this interest”

He stopped for a second, maybe thinking if he wanted to talk about it or not.

“I know you are the one who has left notes in my compliment bag” I opened my mouth to say something, but words didn’t come to me, I was speechless, I didn’t know if I should deny it or tell the truth “You’re not the only one who notice things, you know? I’ve notice how much you enjoy when we are in literature, how you are in your own world when you are bored, how much you like animals” I was blushing by the second “you like bio even though science is not your favourite area and how you laugh even when the jokes aren’t funny at all”

I couldn’t believe how much he noticed me, I always thought no one looked in my direction and that was why I felt so comfortable doing my things.

“How… how do you know the notes were mine?” I whispered, trying to recover myself form the things he had said to me.

“Because I know you’re the only one who knows how much I like bio” he answered giggling “and in your first note you wrote how cute I look when I’m paying attention in bio and that you think I looked happier there than playing basketball”

“That could be anyone…”

“That’s what I thought at first, but you have confirmed my doubts today” he said laughing at my recently shyness “Thank you for the notes by the way”

“Compliments are necessary” I said trying to change the subject.

“Then what do you say, do you want to go to Monet’s some day?” I wasn’t entirely sure about this, I really wanted to believe him, but I couldn’t stop thinking that maybe this was just a game and I think he knew how insecure I felt “I get you have doubts, I just ask for one chance”

“Ok, I’ll go out with you” I said almost cutting him, if I thought about it more I’ll change my mind and I wouldn’t give him a change to prove he had good intentions.

His expression change suddenly, he smiled brightly and I tried to hide mine but it was impossible, I looked in other direction so he couldn’t see it, but I think my attempt was useless.

“I promise you won’t regret it” he said thrilled “do you want to go to the library? We are already really late to class anyways”

“Sure, and you can help me with something I don’t understand in bio” I said walking by his side to the library.

“Of course”

A post about the show 13 reasons why and why I don’t like Hannah Baker.

By the end of the first episode I really didn’t like Hannah. This didn’t change, not even when I felt emphaty. I’m really sorry if I’m one of the bad guys, I’m really sorry if I end up offending someone. But, remember, I’m a flawed person too. A person who needs to write her thoughts now.

The tapes: for me, revenge. As I see it, the tapes were Hannah’s way to get revenge on everyone who hurt her. They were not about explaining, making people understand, showing how people change. No, they were about payback and haunting. And if you want to tell me otherwise, I’m all ears. People told me she wanted to leave an explanation. She didn’t. Because the ones who deserved the explanation more than anyone were her parents, yes, the ones who were broken in a million pieces after her death. In fact, I cannot forgive Hannah Baker for killing part of her parents when she died in that bathtub.

Justin: we learn how Justin started everything, everything that lead her to her death. Yeah. But we also see how messed up his life was. The reason for him to act like an idiot. I grew fond of Justin. I understood him in some ways. I cannot defend him, I cannot say it was OK, none of it was. He did terrible things but in the end… He was so troubled I don’t think he could distinguish between right and wrong at any point. I feel weird cause, after all he did to Hannah and Jess, I have the strange emphaty towards him. Maybe I’m like him in some way, maybe I’m the kind who allows things to happen.

Jess: Jess was wrecked by the tapes. She went through hell. And maybe she wasn’t a good friend. But neither was Hannah. Telling everyone how Jess got raped and couldn’t even remember it was not fair at all. Saying Jess destroyed the friendship by herself was low. And I’ll defend Jess, yeah, cause no one did, cause Hannah pointed her finger but, apparently, she didn’t fight too hard to keep the friendship. Also, friends come and go, I’m sorry to say. And you cannot, ever, blame someone for your suicide because this person grew apart and couldn’t be a real friend to you for too long.

Zach: shit with Zach was weird, I’m gonna defend him too. He had things of his own, and he really liked her, apparently, she didn’t give him a chance. And he wasn’t mean to her cause he “didn’t get what he wanted”, he was mean in response to her being an asshole, too. So, Hannah can be hurt and be an idiot, but if the others do the same, they are monsters?

Marcus: total asshole. Tipical teenager. He didn’t care much. But he didn’t deserve to be tormented either.

Sheri: wtf? She did one thing wrong and this is proof the world is fucked up and a reason to kill yourself? The girl was nothing but kind and was ate by guilt before and after the tapes, did she deserve to be haunted like this? I don’t think so.

Courtney: one more that was judged because she wasn’t a real friend and didn’t want to be so, either. Can you blame her? No. She wasn’t true to herself? Maybe. Who am I to judge? Who was Hannah? Courtney was an idiot but she didn’t deserve to be exposed.

Ryan: another idiot, yes. Bad behaviour, selfish and all. Does he deserve to live his life thinking he was a reason for someone to commit suicide? I don’t think so. He deserved to pay for his actions, he deserved to know he acted wrong. But in the end he was just an idiot who didn’t try to destroy her in any way.

Tyler: the one who really needed some therapy. He was always bullyed and laughed at, even by Hannah. He had some real problems and carrying responsibility for her suicide would lead to some things that are much bigger than what was already shown. So, this is just an example of the consequences of the tapes.

Bryce: didn’t get to listen to the tapes. We never learn why Bryce was like he was. We never see him being punished and Hannah punishes everyone but him. So Clay has to do it for her. She wanted someone to fight for her and that I understand, mainly because I cannot imagine how she felt. Do I blame Bryce? For many things, yes. For her suicide? No. Because she doesn’t put all the blame in him. He’s not the last drop so at some point she thought she could handle things in a different way, she didn’t.

Mr Porter: he was not more than a counselor, and he cannot carry responsibility for her suicide. Was he good as a counselor? Probably not. Was he useful? Not at all. Everyone is fighting their own battles day after day, he was too, and that’s why he wasn’t there for her. How could he know? Can he be guilty because he gave a crappy advice and didn’t go after her like she wanted? I don’t think so. She left. That’s on her.


Clay: she put Clay through hell, for what? FOR WHAT? he felt like crap, he felt guilty, he faced some shit he clearly didn’t deserve to. So, why? Listening to the tapes was pure torture to Clay. She affected him for good and that doesn’t seem fair at all. She put him in danger, a danger he didn’t deserve. Torturing Clay was low, and I cannot accept it, I cannot like Hannah Baker when I know she was totally aware of how bad the tapes would hit Clay.

Alex: the ultimate consequence… The list was a childish stupid shit to do, yes. Going to the boy’s locker room was too. Why did she do that? She wasn’t allowed there and it was obvious they would talk even more after that. Blaming him for destroying Hannah and Jesse’s friendship? Unfair and stupid. Alex was a thunderstorm, he had so much going on inside his head, he couldn’t even handle Hannah’s thunder, or anything else, to be honest. I would have liked to learn more about him… After all, Hannah’s suicide lead to his. So, are we to blame Hannah the way she blamed him? Alex couldn’t handle the pressure, the guilt and he gives all the signs, he silently walks to his death and noone sees it, no one cares. So what good did the tapes do? They didn’t prevent anything, on the contrary, they lead to destruction and more and more pain. Hannah wanted to be a ghost seeking revenge and she got it.

The parents: the ones who are fucked up without doing anything, without stupid tapes to explain shit. The main reason why I can’t stand Hannah is the fact that, when she killed herself, she was gone, the pain was gone, and exactly at this moment her parent’s worst nightmare began. She didn’t think of them. She didn’t leave a note for them. She dedicated her last week to torment all the kids at school but not a word for her parents. Her mother’s desperation crushed me. She killed herself but she broke them, in a million pieces, never to be put together again. Can you tell me that’s not selfish? Not even a little? I just cannot forgive something like that, because finding your kid dead in the tub is pretty much the worst thing a parent can face.

Edit: if you don’t agree and GET MAD at me, please don’t reply. If you agree or don’t and want to reply with your own non-aggressive opinion, please reply. Edit 2: in case you didn’t understand, I don’t judge the reasons for which she killed herself, I don’t dislike her because of that. I just don’t like the tapes themselves and the apparent reasons for which she left them.

first day at a new job and oh fuck my boss is the person I drunkenly hooked up with last weekend/night

The pounding headache that currently plagued you was going to be a serious problem. You took medicine to try and ease it but it hadn’t kicked in just yet.

Your best friends Pietro and Natasha took you out for drinks the night before to celebrate you landing your dream job. One drink turned into four and the night got hazy after that. You knew that it wasn’t the smartest thing to go out the night before you were to start a new job, but you were in a good mood and wanted to.

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YAY! (first of all, my main language is portuguese, sorry in advance for all errors in that post) since i’ve got a lot of asks with compliments about my psd and doubts about how to color, i decided to make a coloring tutorial!

  • please like/reblog if it was helpful or just to help boost my job
  • if you want the psd i made for this tutorial just ask me
  • feel free to track #kateautsen to your psd posts! 

let’s do it then!

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

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

‘Secrets’

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

You stared at him pointedly. “Run.”

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

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Sneaking In

I thought I was being quiet. I swear I was. 

But then again, Stealth wasn’t exactly my middle name. So, you could imagine the noise I made when I tried sneaking back into the Bunker. You’d actually think I couldn’t care less about what the Winchesters thought about my midnight rendezvous, but I was mortified about what Dean would think.

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Gabriel’s Rage

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Pairing: Gabriel x Reader (featuring Casifer)

Word Count: 865

Warnings: none

A/N: This was requested by anon! I hope you guys enjoy this! Feedback is welcomed and appreciated!

It was safe to say that you still weren’t used to seeing Castiel’s face, but hearing Lucifer’s words.  You were in charge of keeping an eye on Lucifer while Sam and Dean were away.  At first it wasn’t that bad, but then Lucifer had to find ways to entertain himself.  Unfortunately you were on the receiving end.

“Well if it isn’t my favorite little chew toy, [Y/N],” Lucifer smirked deviously, letting his hand fall down the frame of your door.  “I’ve got a new game for us to play.”

“Leave me alone Lucifer,” you muttered as you shut the dresser drawer.  “I’m done with your stupid games.  I’m not some ragged play thing that you can toss around whenever you want.”

“I beg to differ,” Lucifer said, a certain darkness to his tone.  When you glanced over at Lucifer, you could see the change in his expression.  “I’ll do whatever I want with you.”

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“I mean, I think I did a pretty good job at covering them up.” Y/F/N hummed, moving your hair to the side so that she could look at her work. She had spent the afternoon covering up the many hickeys that your horndog of a boyfriend had given you so that you wouldn’t look too much of a mess at dinner. 

“You’re not wrong! If I had done them myself I probably would’ve missed half of them.” You laughed lightly, the ice cubes tinkling against the sides of the glass as you plopped them in. 

Everyone came over to yours and Harry’s place after dinner because they claimed you guys had the biggest TV screen, but you knew it was because your cocktails were to die for. (You had found this out through Niall and his blabbermouth.) You didn’t mind this because it gave you more time to gossip and such with Y/F/N since she was always willing to lend a helping hand.

“You didn’t tell me about yesterday! We were talking about the exam schedule for next month and you totally flaked.” She scowled, slicing into a lemon before looking at you expectantly. “This is the part where you explain to me how you managed to get a line of hickeys along your collarbones.” (It wasn’t a whole line, she was definitely exaggerating.) 

“Well, y’know how Harry gets when I don’t pay attention to him…” You shrugged casually, picking the needle-like leaves off some rosemary. “Gets all whiney, and then he gets touchy-feely, and then his hormones kick in and the blood rushes from the rest of his body down to his-” 

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Stick!” Niall stood up from the couch, pointing at the whiteboard that Harry was holding up. The boys were in the middle of a very intense Pictionary game and it was obvious Niall was the most invested. “Branch? Twig. Twig? Twig!” 

“Wait, shut up for a sec.” Harry shushed Niall, perking up a little as he glanced towards the kitchen. 

“But my answer is right, isn’t it??” Niall pouted, slumping down on the couch and scowling when Louis laughed at his expression. 

“They’re talking about us.” Harry hissed, setting the whiteboard down before turning to face the kitchen. The door was half-open but the boys were still able to hear your guys’ muffled voices. He plopped himself down on the sofa chair, leaning towards the kitchen as if that was going to help him hear better. 

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“Of course it was good! The sex is always good with Harry.” You murmured, feeling your cheeks beginning to burn. You and Y/F/N were the best of friends, which meant any topic was on the table, but the subject of your sex life never ceased to turn you into the shyest person on the planet. “Why are we talking about this??”

“Talking about your sex life is completely healthy! How many times did he make you cum?” 

“Y/F/N!” You hushed, dropping the knife with a clatter and looking back at her with wide eyes. “Yesterday it was three times but last week he got me to four.” You admitted, Y/F/N letting out a squeal before giggling to herself. 

“Y/N! I never knew you had it in you!” 

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“Four bloody times? Jesus, my body would disintegrate after two.” Niall whispered, both him and Louis glancing over at a particularly smug-looking Harry. He reached up to adjust his collar before clearing his throat. 

I don’t know where he picked this trick up, but he did this thing with his tongue that nearly made me rip all the hair off his scalp. Harry doesn’t need to do anything extra to make me feel like I’m floating on cloud nine. He’s just that good!” 

“Yeh hear tha’? Guess I’m jus’ tha’ good.” Harry smirked, leaning back against the couch and letting out a sigh. “Heard it here first, folks.” 

“All this talk is going to make yer ego explode.” 

“It’s going to give him a stiffy too, no doubt.”

“Oi, shut up! They’re sayin’ stuff again.”

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“Obviously it stings a little more when he spanks me with his rings on, but- hey, why are we still on my sex life? Can’t we talk about yours??” 

“So he’s good with his mouth, but what about his fingers?” 

“Oh, he’s great with his fingers. He does this thing where he-” Y/F/N raised a hand, turning towards the door with a look of suspicion. You knitted your brows in confusion when she pointed to the door and mouthed something. “…What?” 

They’re listening.” She mouthed more clearly, making your cheeks go bright red almost immediately. The thought of the boys listening to you gush about how great Harry is with his mouth made you want the ground to swallow you up. Not to mention, Harry’s ego was probably ten times the size of earth at this point listening to you blab about how great he is in bed. And then a lightbulb went off. 

“Although, he does do something rather peculiar.” You continued speaking, raising the volume a little so that the boys could hear for sure. 

“And what’s that?” Y/F/N gave you a look indicating she wasn’t exactly following. You knew the boys were listening, so why were you talking more about the sex?

“He cries when he cums. Like, full-on crying. Started sobbing immediately after he was finished, and I had to wipe his tears and get him my teddy bear to cuddle with so that he’d stop crying.” You sighed, trying your best to keep your composure. Y/F/N, on the other hand, was biting into her hand in order to not burst into laughter. 

There was a moment of silence before you heard an explosion of guffawing followed by the sound of Harry protesting in the form of whines. You and Y/F/N gave each other a knowing look before both heading out to the living room to see a group of red-faced boys and a mortified looking Harry. Hopefully your mojitos would soften the blow…

“He- you- the teddy bear- oh god, I’m gonna piss myself!” Niall snorted, leaning back and clapping his hands together before bursting into another round of laughter. 

“I don’t cry, Y/N!” Harry moaned, instinctively wrapping his arm around your waist when you sat down on the arm of the sofa chair. He put his head down on your lap, his cheek smushed against your thigh. You giggled lightly, setting his drink down on the coffee table for him. 

“I put extra limes in your mojito. Are we even?” 

“…Y/N’s broken the headboard twice.” Immediately, everyone’s attention was on you and your horrified expression. You guys had a weak headboard, it wasn’t your fault! 

“Go hard or go home, I guess.” 

“T’is jus’ gets better n’ better!” Everyone was so wrapped up in laughing you didn’t even get a chance to explain yourself and your ‘weak’ headboards. At least the whole ‘Harry crying after sex thing’ was fake! He couldn’t have come up with an embarrassing scenario instead of using an actual fact?? You felt a squeeze on your hip, making you look down at a smug Harry.

Now we’re even.” A taste of your own medicine wasn’t pleasant. 

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Celestial Friend Part 1

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Title: Celestial Friend Part 1

Pairing: Gabriel x Reader (there are also some ass hole kids)

Word Count: 1,797

Warnings: high school (most of us have been there- or are there lol), fluffish

A/N: The new series is here! This first part is quite long, but I’m confident you guys will LOVE it! Feedback is welcomed and appreciated! I’m not sure how long this series will be. I’ll see where it takes me. You’re also welcome to suggest where you’d like to see this story go!

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Another town, another high school.  You couldn’t remember how many schools you had gone through already this year.  Two, maybe three?  It was hard to keep track when you never had the chance to fully unpack any of the boxes in your room.  Your mother was a real estate agent.  She went where the biggest opportunities were, and those opportunities presented themselves fairly often.  She was good at what she did and the company that she worked for knew she didn’t mind traveling.

You were now attending a new high school in Lebanon, Kansas.  You moved so many times last year that you had to be held back.  You were going to be the oldest person in your senior class.  Most people assumed that you weren’t intelligent enough to graduate, but that was the exact opposite.  You educated yourself most of the time, reading as many books as you could.  Your favorite kind of books were about space and history.

You opened a book as you grabbed the paper bag that carried your lunch.  You were currently reading a book on psychology.  You took a bite out of your sandwich as you read about the frontal lobe and how it controls impulse control, judgements, language, memory, motor function, problem solving, sexual behavior, socialization, and spontaneity.  It was an interesting read.  The psychology of the brain was fascinating to you.

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Please? Part Seven

This takes place around season 2, episode 5 when Daryl is taken down by his own arrow. He’s rushed to Hershel, needing help taking the arrow out of his side, but you aren’t able to see Daryl in this shape. Not until he calls for you, begging you to stay by his side.

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  • Daryl Dixon x Reader
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  • Warnings: Language

“Are you in or are you out?” You overhear the conversation between Rick and Daryl. Rick, trying to ask for Daryl’s help, was losing patience with the new boy and mentioned taking him to the next town, whatever that meant.

“Naw.” Daryl bit his thumb and spits a piece of dead skin out. You wish he would stop that dirty habit, but it wasn’t your place to tell him that, not now.

“Alright.” Rick walks off to the car, where Shane is waiting with the boy. “Be back before dark.” He calls.

Carl pulls on the edge of your shirt and looks up at you. “Can we go walk around the field?” He asks you, knowing you will agree to play with him. After all, you were one of the youngest here. “Please?”

With a quick glance at Daryl, who is already walking off, you nod at the little man. “Let’s go.” You smile.

It was a long, boring day around the farm. Carl was his usual ball of energy whilst you drag behind him and make sure he didn’t run off too far. After a while, he gets bored of the fields and begs you to take him back to the house, where he wants to check in on Beth and the others.

But once you get back to the house, you know something is wrong. Lori is bustling around the kitchen like she did when she was angry and you hear the sounds of a crying Beth and furious Maggie coming from Beth’s room.

“Take Carl outside, now.” Lori looks at you then hurries out of the kitchen.

Beth tried to take her own life that day.

You saw the blood on the kitchen rags sitting on the table and heard the devastating cries coming from her bedroom. Little Carl knew something was wrong, but he couldn’t understand. He was young and naïve.

So is Beth.

After a while, Lori steps outside and looks at you, telling Carl to go see if Glenn needs any help. Happily, Carl runs off and yells something about Glenn, which you and Lori ignore. Lori goes on to tell you what happened with Beth and why she did what she did, how Andrea left her alone when she promised Maggie she wouldn’t.

Now this was a life changing moment. You suddenly feel trapped and unsafe. You were never a suicidal person, though Beth didn’t seem like the type either. If you lose someone, would you go into the same shock?

You’re waiting for Daryl at the top of the hill, sitting on one of his makeshift benches he made out of a few old pieces of wood and a few bricks from the fallen building. You’re constantly amazed by him, amazed by the things he comes up with or talks about. He may not realize it, but he’s smart.

After a while, Daryl comes up the hill with his crossbow over his shoulder. He hesitates when he sees you but walks over to his fire pit and throws a ragged shirt in the ashes.

“I moved up here to get away from you people.” He almost growls.

You lean up and swing your legs a little, the bench just a little too high for you. “What happened to your hand?” You ask, motioning to his blood covered knuckles.

Daryl pauses before he swiftly hides his hand by putting a torn cloth over it. He sets his crossbow down on the ground and grabs a water bottle from his tent. “Nuthin’.” He insists.

You hop up and stand behind Daryl, reaching over to easily take his hand and look at the damage. He yanks his hand away, swinging himself around to face you with his eyes narrowed.

“Sorry.” You raise your hands in the air. “Daryl, I just don’t understand why you will go down there and beat a kid up for Rick but you won’t even look at me. What happened to you?”

“This group.” He spits. “This goddamn group is broken!”

“Whoa,” Dale comes up the hill, his gun slung across his shoulder lazily and his hat pulled down a little lower than normal. “Don’t yell at a lady.”

“It’s alright, Dale.” You don’t take your eyes off of Daryl as you speak. “I was just leaving.”

“Please do.” Daryl hisses.

Dale walks over, his mouth turned down and he’s looking at Daryl like he could smell something foul. “Don’t you dare speak to her like that. After everything she’s done for you…”

“Yeah? She shoulda stayed away.” Daryl spins on his foot and picks his crossbow back up. “I don’t know how we made it this far.”

“Daryl—“ Dale starts to argue. You see the red creeping up in his cheeks and neck, but you put your hand up and shake your head. The last thing you need is for Dale and Daryl to start fighting too. It seems everyone was fighting now. It was time to end it.

“I can’t believe Hershel still lets us stay on his farm.” You throw your hands up and start walking away, toward the tents so you can fall asleep and hopefully wake up after this was all over with, but of course you knew that wasn’t going to happen.

The second you got down to your tent, Lori and Rick state that they are going to have a meeting inside in an hour. Everyone was going to vote on how they thought Randell should be handled. Most of them want him dead, but a few say something about keeping him alive.

Honestly, you don’t know how to vote. Dale was back from Daryl’s side of the field, talking to everyone, including you. He was against the execution completely.

Carol found you after a little while and asks, “what’s going on with everyone?”

You agree with Daryl. Everyone is broken beyond repair. To want to kill off some helpless boy, it was cruel in the real world, the old world. But that world no longer existed, you know that much.

“All freaked out over some kid…” You mumble as you two walk together to the house. Everyone else is already inside, getting situated.

It wasn’t a very long meeting. You were a bit surprised to see Daryl standing in the living room, glowering over everyone that looked at him, even you. Though he had very little opinion, he had a lot to say.

“Help!” Daryl called. “Run! Over here!”

Dale was laying in the middle of the field, his insides spilling out over the grass, his moans growing slower and weaker, his eyes wide as tennis balls.

“He’s suffering!” Andrea cries. “Do something, someone!” She drops down beside Dale and tries to avoid the mess that was Dale.

Rick pulls out his gun and points it to Dale’s head. Dale’s eyes are wide still, screaming for help. He may have been telling Rick to go ahead, shoot him.

You back away, trying your best not to cry. This was life now, this was how the world works. Walkers were everywhere, creeping up at any time. You all thought the farm was a safe place, a place you could eventually call home. Now that doesn’t seem possible.

Rick lowers the gun, unable to take the man out of his misery.

Daryl steps up and takes the gun from him carefully, and eyes Rick as he silently nods and backs up, giving the floor to Daryl. In this moment, it seems like Daryl is the better person. He doesn’t want to see anyone struggle, even if he says he doesn’t care.

Daryl drops to one knee and puts the barrel of the gun to Dale’s forehead. “Sorry, brother.” He mumbles  just before pulling the trigger.

Everything stops the second the shot goes off, echoing around the lonely field.

It was like the whole farm goes quiet, nothing but the sound of Andrea’s heavy breathing as she cries into the ground, her face buried.

You take a couple steps back, unable to keep your balance. It wasn’t until you feel a pair of strong arms wrap around you do you let go, the tears flowing down your face. It was Daryl, pulling you closer to him so you had something to lean on.

His hands are placed firmly on your stomach as you press your back to him, allowing yourself to let it all out. He lets you, whilst everyone else stands around in shock, Daryl is the one who comes to you, trying to calm you down.

It’s nice, to finally feel his arms around you again. You turn, hiding your face in his chest as the others stand around, looking down at the body that was no longer suffering, the body that was once known as Dale.

Michael’s Preening

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Title: Micahel’s Preening

Pairing: Michael x Reader

Word Count: 968

Warnings: wing!kink incoming, fluff?

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If there was one thing all angels loved, it was a good preening.  Their wings often got dirty and it wasn’t like they could clean their wings themselves.  After all, they weren’t birds.  Not only were you Michael’s soulmate, but you were the only one who could, and would preen his wings.  However, he didn’t always like the idea of you touching his wings.

“Michael you need to let me get all of that gunk out of your feathers,” you reasoned.  You cringed at the small pieces of flesh from your last hunt, that were still stuck in his wings.

“You can’t clean my wings after every hunt [Y/N],” Michael asserted, his wings folding behind his back.  It was as if he was trying to keep his wings out of your reach.  “I’ll take care of it myself.”

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Imagine you and Chris talking about your future together.

A/N: Epilogue ❤️❤️❤️ I don’t know how I decided to end up here, but as a reader- I’m just overjoyed that my brain came up with this. *heart exploding, quietly dying* Oh, and before you ask- there will be more chapters to come. Anyhoo…Let’s get on with it. Enjoy! You can read the previous parts here: (Mini-series - Masterlist; Mini-series Spin-off: ‘Unexpected Reader - Masterlist’, ‘Little Ways Away - Part 1/Part 2/Part 3/Part 4/Part 5A/5B)

You and Chris did not end up talking after entering his house together, and by together- the two of you were basically one. He swept you off your feet, like he did the first time you got together and carried you inside his house. The state of tidiness of his vacant house transformed the second the two of you got inside, scattered items of clothing on the floor and furniture moved from their original place. Then there was the quick break in-between that left his kitchen bench with two used wine glasses and a half-emptied out bottle of your favorite wine; Moscato. His pristine bathroom suffered slightly too; a non-traditional bath and shower were had, one after the other. Let’s just say the two of you made good use of whatever precious time you had together, reintroducing yourself to your partner and familiarizing every inch and every curve you could of each other before you had to say goodbye again.

“We’re not going to sleep, are we?” Chris murmured into your hair, chuckling softly when he saw what time it was; 4:47AM. You smiled and shook your head, tightening the arm you had draped over his torso. “It is so good to be back in bed with you,” he admitted. “Amongst other things,” he whispered flirtatiously then chuckled when you buried your face into his chest, blushing deeply. “Here I was thinking we wouldn’t have time,” he poked your side and you squirmed, laughing.

“Oh please,” you pulled away from him and sat up, turning your whole body to face him as you sat crossed legged. “Like you were actually going to talk to me after we just made up.” He laughed. “You’re a guy,” you bit playfully and he scoffed, pretending to be offended. “You were going to make use of the make-up sex before anything else.” You chuckled when he scrunched his nose, smiling and nodding in agreement. “But that’s okay, ‘cause I can be a real guy sometimes too.” He laughed, placing a hand on his left pec. “But,” you began as you tried to stop laughing along with him. “Now we can actually talk, because it’s obvious we need to if we want this to last. And I want this to last,” you told him with a great deal of emphasis.

“Me too,” he nodded and sat up straight, leaning against his headboard and reaching for your hand; your fingers entwined with his. “Okay,” he let out a quick sigh, “um- let’s figure out where we went wrong this time and avoid doing it again at all cost.”

“There’s not much to figure out because I already know where we went wrong, and by we- I mean…Me,” you mumbled sheepishly then pursed your lips. “It was entirely my fault,” you said when you saw him tried to correct you. “I should’ve just talked to you, Chris. Asked you for help and depended on you rather than toughing it out. As your girlfriend, it was a prerogative and I failed to use it. Everything that came after was because of my idiocy, and I’m sorry.”

“You weren’t the only one,” he shook his head, squeezing your hand. “I should have approached things with a more rational and mature perspective. I am the adult in the relationship, after all.” He said then chuckled when you scoffed with a smile. “I knew you were doing it all to prevent me from worrying and I should have left it alone, but I had a bad day and I really wanted to hear your voice and- I don’t know, things just got out of hand.” You nodded in agreement with a small smile on your lips. “I’m really sorry I said all those things, I didn’t mean any of it. You know that, right?”

“Oh,” you narrowed your eyes in confusion as you began to tease him. “So you didn’t mean it when you said you’re nowhere near fucking perfect?” He could hear the playful tone in your voice so he just chuckled. “How you can’t be the perfect guy I want you to be? Oh, and what was that you said- you don’t know how to live up to my incredibly high expectations?”

“I don’t like how good your memory is.”

“And I don’t like how fucking perfect you are,” you retorted with a smile, making him smile. “Look-” you began then cut yourself off with a sigh. “I know you did mean what you said when you said all that,” you told him and he immediately tried to defend himself when you stopped him. “No, I’m not-” you chuckled, “I’m not mad. I just wanted to let you know that- you’re wrong, Chris. You are perfect and you are the perfect guy I want and need in my life.” The smile on his lips returned and you found yourself smiling along with him. “And I know my expectations are ridiculously high and incredibly intimidating, but- you’ve never disappointed me before. I mean- you risked your job and flew back for me. I’ve never had a guy give up the last bite of chocolate cake, let alone do what you just did.”

“I find that very hard to believe,” he chuckled.

“Well- believe it,” you chuckled, “because it’s true. No one has ever put me above their own wants and needs and responsibilities before. You are the first, which is why I intend to make you my last,” you told him and he smiled, grabbing your wrist and pulling you onto him. You chuckled, breaking your fall with your hand as your body crashed against his. “You are the kind of guy I write about and could only dream of being with, so thank you. Thank you for coming to life and for making what I thought could only be a dream- a reality,” you whispered, your lips inches from his.

“You just cannot stop that writer’s brain of yours, can you?” He chuckled, gently tucking the loose strains of your hair behind your ear. You chuckled softly and shook your head, caressing his bearded face in your hand. “You’re very welcome, Y/N. And you know what, I never thought I’d find a girl like you. You are the kind of girl I read about and could only dream of being with, so thank you. Thank you for finding me, for giving me a chance, and for helping me achieve a love as strong as the one you wrote about.” He leaned in and was about to press his lips against yours when you leaned back and pressed the pads of your right hand fingers on his lips. “What?”

“You kinda plagiarized my words,” you told him and he chuckled, playfully nibbling on your fingers. “Ah, Chris!” You giggled and pulled your hand away, resting it on his chest. “But luckily I love you too much to care,” you smiled and leaned in, meeting his lips for the- hundredth time that night. “I love you, Chris Evans.”

“And I love you too,” he whispered back then mumbled under his breath, “Y/N Evans.” You pulled back, biting back your smile as you raised an eyebrow at him. “What?” He chuckled. “I already said I was going to marry you. Even if you don’t take my last name for professional reasons- like young Y/N in your mini-series, you’re still going to be an Evans.”

“You do realize we’re not married yet, right? I mean-” you held up your left hand and wiggled your empty ring finger at him, making him chuckle softly. “We’re not even engaged yet, Chris. I know we will be one day, but don’t get ahead of yourself.” You teased him and he gently pushed you off him. “What?” You laughed when he got out of bed, walking over to his dresser. “I’m just teasing you. Are you really that offended?” He glanced back at you and made a face that quite easily said “you’re ridiculous”. “No, you’re ridiculous,” you quipped back, tossing a pillow at him.

“Do you want to know what getting ahead of myself looks like?” He quizzed, pulling something out of his sock drawer. His back was turned towards you so you couldn’t see what was in his hand, you could only guess. The assumption was enough to stop yourself from breathing. “Getting ahead of myself is getting an engagement ring before I even ask the girl I want to marry to be my girlfriend.” He turned around and held up a traditional Tiffany&Co ring box. “That’s um- that’s getting ahead of myself,” he chuckled softly.

“Oh my God,” you covered your mouth with both hands, hiding your growing smile and utter shock.

“I was going to keep it until you were a little older,” he told you as he made his way back towards the bed. He sat down opposite you, holding the box out. “But um- I don’t know, this seems as good a time as any. We don’t have to get married immediately, we can just be engaged until the right time comes along.” He realized you still hadn’t said anything and he winced, quickly adding, “if you’re down for a long engagement, of course. If you’re not, I can put this back and we can forget this ever happened. I just wanted you to know I am serious about marrying you, I’m not just saying it for fun. Can you please say something?” He chuckled, pulling your hands from your mouth.

“I’m sorry, I’m- that is a ring box,” you said as a matter-of-fact and he chuckled, nodding as he held it up. “From Tiffany&Co, like- like my story.” He nodded again, smiling. “And you- you want to propose now if I’m okay with a long engagement? Which- obviously we’ll be having ‘cause Infinity War and-” you pointed at yourself as you continued to breathlessly ramble, “university.”

“Mm hm,” another nod from Chris. “It’s your call, sweetheart. ‘Cause I’m down for anything as long as you’re the person I’m doing it with.” You let out a quick breath as your eyes fell back on the ring box that Chris was fiddling with in his hand; left and right, he’d turn it. “We don’t have to do this, we can wait a few years and I can propose with more-”

“Yes,” you cut him off with a nod and Chris felt his heart skip a beat.

“Yes…as in?” He quizzed and you nodded which confused him even more, though the smile on his face told you that he knew what your 'yes’ meant. “Like- you want to get engaged now or you want to wait a few years?”

“Yes, I want to get engaged now!” You answered with a laugh and he managed a nervous one as he fumbled to open the box, revealing the ring you’d always imagined you’d get from him; he really knew you well. “Oh my God,” you breathed as he gently pulled it from the box, taking your left hand. “This is- this is not happening.” He chuckled as he slipped it into place; a perfect, glistening fit. “I’m engaged to Chris Evans.”

“Yes you are,” he chuckled, leaning forward to peck your lips. “And you know what that means, don’t you?” He teased in a suggestive tone, making you laugh as you rose to rest your weight on your knees. “See,” he chuckled as your arms wrapped around your neck and his hands moved to rest on your waist. “We’re made for each other.”

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Chapter 3 is in the works.  Chapter 3, Part 1

Remember ~ Peter hale

Prompt ~ you start to remember Peter when he’s taken by the wild hunt.

Warnings ~ none maybe some light swearing

Pairing ~ Peter hale x reader

Request~  “hello sweetheart this is a nice surprise, you in my bed” + is that my shirt your wearing

The past 3 months you had felt lost, like something was missing in your life. One day you woke up and nothing was right. You looked at your blank phone hoping for a message that you knew won’t be there,

Your friends had tried to help Lydia the only other banshee you knew tried to get you to go on girls nights out to cheer you up but you didn’t feel like partying. Also you  begun skipping out on pack meetings not feeling comfortable in the loft anymore. You felt like you was grieving and suffocating in the loft not being able to breath, It was safe to say you had falling to a deep state of depression, without knowing why.

Stiles had come over with Scott and they forced you out of bed, which had become your new home only leaving it for the bathroom or to get more junk food. After a finally agreeing to go to a meeting you go to get dressed. Finding a pair of skinny jeans you go to the draw for a top. You find a gray v-neck that you don’t remember having, automatically lifting the martial to your nose inhaling a manly woody smell, you instantly smile at the sent pulling the fabric over your torso. Looking in the mirror your feel a new sense of confidence, happiness. Love.

At the loft Derek and the rest of the pack welcome you all had missed you since you stopped coming. Lydia eyed your new choice of style but smiled pointing to the shirt you had found “nice to see you found a man” in a sing song voice. But that was the thing you didn’t. You didn’t know who’s the v neck belonged too but it felt right. After seeing the pack doing what they do best, train + plan you started feeling depressed again. You found your way into a guest room the smell was like your newly calmed shirt but stronger.

Sitting on the bed you stretch out when a picture catches your eye you hadn’t seen it in there before. You go and pick it up. It was of the pack, Derek in the middle with Scott and kira on his left hugging, stiles and Lydia on the right she was kissing his cheek. Then there was you next to stiles. The more you looked at the picture the more you felt something was wrong with it.

“Lydia, Scott” you scream running down the stairs. The whole pack comes running, the wolfs all had their fangs out. “what’s wrong” they say realizing you wasn’t bringing attacked. You show them the picture telling them the is someone missing. Someone was there and now there not.

They look at you like your crazy. “look at my face” you say pointing to yourself in the picture “I’m looking at someone” your face was turned slightly your eyes looking at the blank space next to you.

After seeing the disbelief in their faces you carry on “this v neck was in my cupboard, I don’t know where it came from but it feels right when I smell it I feel like I” you so not know how best to explain the feelings “ like it belongs to the person I love”

Stiles was the first to brake the silence laughing. “y/n you’ve been single since you came here 3 years ago” he said. You started to get frustrated. “is this like a banshee thing? ” Derek asked sensing your anxiety “this feeling?” you shrug your shoulders. “it’s that but also I think it’s an emotional connection” you answer.

Everyone had left leaving you with Derek you was still focused on the blank space waiting for someone to magically show. “you know you are a banshee maybe we could used it help see what this is about” he said taking the picture from you. “you believe me” you ask optimistic. Derek says he’s not sure. Reminding indifferent on it.

Later that night, you went to bed in the guest room. In the draws you find a set of Pajamas belonging to you. Thinking why was they in Derek’s spear room you put them on ready for bed. The smell and feeling of the pillow made you feel lonely.

You open your eyes to the dark room when you hear a voice. “Hello sweetheart” you looked next to you but the was nothing there. You closed your eyes “this is a nice surprise, you in my bed”. “peter” you say opening your eyes again. Like before you found the room empty. The rest of the night you heard conversations you somehow knew was memories trying to push forward. But what you did remember was Peter whoever he was, was the love of your life and was gone.

The next day you storm over to Derek and Lydia slamming the picture down “peter, it’s Peter Hale that’s missing” but just like yesterday they didn’t believe you. Even Derek refused to believe he had a family member he’d forgotten. “look i know it’s only a name but I swear it’s true” you plead with them to listen.

Lydia watched you the next few days desprite to get the memories of Peter back convince the others he was real. After a week you had finally gotten her and partly Derek onside. You had found a book with a story about the wild hunt and the ghost riders.“ it’s them they have Peter ” you say sure.

Lydia agrees to hypnotize you. After focusing on the candle and her voice your in a hypnotic state, You open your eyes your in the guest room but it’s different the is books and clothes about the room. Bottles of aftershave on the cabinet. The is a picture of you kissing a blank space. Lydia’s voice enters your head, it reminds you of the voice you how Peter’s was last week.

“Look at the books on the shelf each a memory find the book about peter hale” Lydia’s voice smooth and calm. You walk to the bookcase running the tips of your fingers over the spines, a red one stands out to you. Opening the book you blink and your surroundings had changed.

You was outside Derek’s loft when something tried to attack you . The was after Scott but found you instead. Peter came out of nowhere killing the wolf after you. He took you into the loft telling Derek to look out for his own pack. Peter was cold distant mean.

You flicked the page but turn your head the picture was filled in on the bedside table you was now kissing Peter. This time look back at the book, you was back in the room “hello sweetheart this is a nice surprise, you in my bed” you froze seeing him under the light smiling at you on his bed. It was like watching a movie staring yourself. “Well I wanted to thank you for helping me then I felt sore and dizzy I didn’t think you’d mind me being here” the memory version of you says back “I’ve always wanted to see you in it just not hurt like this” You watched as Peter walked over kissing your head as you went shy. He sat you up checking a bandage on your shoulder. It was then you started to remember, started to feel the feelings you had then. You saw the tears form in Peter’s eyes as he looked at the slice on your back. You walked round getting a better view as you watched yourself kiss Peter for the first time. You felt the love the passion from every kiss you had shared since. As you watched a bright light started to blind you

Lydia’s voice brought you back to reality. The same light you had seen was now fading you saw a person in it, before you fainted.

Derek was speechless he had seen what ever was happening working. You came round and grabbed the picture to see the once blank space filled with a gorgeous looking Peter smiling at you.

Both Derek and Lydia now saw him in the picture too having some small memories of the former alpha. You looked around the loft certain you had seen him in the light

Scott called Derek saying the was a problem and the schools teacher Mr Douglas and the town was in trouble. “not to be rude but we need to go Liam, Hayden and Mason have all been taken” he said after putting the phone back in his pocket.

At the school Derek saw a rider and attacked him telling you to run. As you ran you saw Mr Douglas stood looking at you blocking the door. “miss y/l/n,” he spoke calm “you know I could use a powerful talented banshee working for me” you stopped walking backwards when a horse appears blocking the hallway. You work out your changes, the teacher could be your best chance when you hear him speak “come on y/n join at my side we can rule the world together” Mr Douglas says smiling holding out his hand. “she belongs at my side” you hear as something knocks the teacher out.

You look up your heart pounds in your chest as Peter hale stood there smirking at you, his eyes full of awe and love. “peter” you scream running into his arms. He holds your tight kissing you. It was the longest most loving kiss you’d had. “I knew you would never truly forget get me” you blush but still feel a little guilty you had forgotten him. He looks at you “is that my shirt your wearing?” He laughs “hey this shirt is how I started to remember you” you defend back. “how did you get” you go to ask but Peter already knew what you was going to say “you remembered me causing a portal to get me back I could hear you I came out at the school where the took me” he tells you

You and Peter ran to find Derek and help Scott stop the ghost riders. After you got back the loft, all the feeling of dread inside had gone everyone relaxed happy the town was safe. The guest room was again Peter’s room his things back the way it was. His 2 pictures of you both back to normal when the pack was leaving stiles offered you a lift home, “no I’m staying here” looking at Peter “your not leaving me again” peter kisses your lips “never” was all he said kissing you again

I’ll go with you

(Zach Dempsey mini-series part III)

Part I Part II

A/N: I hope you like it! I really like writing about Zach, he’s so sweet :)

Warnings: English is not my first language.

Words: 2.162

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Masterpost


We were just one week apart from saying goodbye to the life we knew, goodbye to the high school life and hello to the college life. I couldn’t wait to start the rest of my life and even better, I couldn’t wait to start it with Zach by my side.

We got in the same college, which was the most amazing thing ever, I still couldn’t believe it, I know I’m still young, but I knew I wanted to spend the rest of my days with Zach and I was hoping he felt the same way about me because I couldn’t imagine my life without him in it.

We had all planned, we would leave in a week to take a little holiday just the two of us and after that we would set in college, where he was going to study to be a marine biologist and I was going to study to be a veterinarian.

As you could imagine there was a party to celebrate the end of high school, all the grades were invited even though only the seniors were leaving. The party was in a house whose owner I didn’t know but it looked like they had money.

I wasn’t there because I really wanted but because Zach made me come, as always. He promised he woulnd’t drink a single drop of alcohol and I didn’t want to ruin his last high school party, but he stay firm and didn’t drink anything.

He was with his friends and I was with mine, Clay, Hannah and Tony, talking about anything and everything.

When I saw Zach getting up al walking in my direction I stopped paying attention to what my friends were saying and I watched him with a big smile on my face.

“Hey babe” he said lowering and kissing my forehead “I’m going to pick up my sister from a friend’s house. She called me saying she doesn’t feel well and she wants to go back home, will you be fine while I come back?”

“Oh, I’ll go with you” I said getting on my feet before he could say anything “I’ll see you later guys” I added saying goodbye to my friends and grabbing the hand Zach was offering to me.

We talked about the plans we had for our little trip when my phone went off and I saw the caller was my mother.

I answered, but it wasn’t my mother on the other side, it was my father, which was odd because he could have just called with his phone and when I heard his voice I knew something was wrong.

“What is it dad?” I heard sobs on the other side of the phone “Is mom alright?”

“Yes honey, your mom is fine… this call is about fluff…”as I listened what my father was telling me my eyes started opening more and more, I got a lump on my throat and I put my free hand on my mouth trying to contain how much I wanted to cry right now.

I didn’t answer to my dad’s words; I just put my phone away from my ear. I was completely shocked.

“Hey (Y/n) what’s wrong?” Zach asked clearly concerned.

I looked at Zach with tears in my eyes and trying to find the words to say that my best friend for more than ten years has just died, but when I looked at him and saw he was staring at me and he hadn’t seen the car coming in our direction I just screamed his name to make him look to the road again, but it was too late.

Zach did a hard turn trying to avoid the car. Everything was in slow motion, like if it wasn’t really happening, but it was real and when the other car crashed with us I came back to reality.

It took me a few seconds to react and be aware of what had happened, my body hurt like hell, specially my arm, but that didn’t matter right now, I looked at Zach to see if he was fine and when I saw him my heart just broke even more.

Thanks to the hard turn Zach did I was fine, as far I could tell, because the other car crashed in Zach’s side and not mine.

I called him desperately, waiting for him to open his eyes at any moment. He was bleeding in different spots of his arm, head and face, but still he reacted to my voice.

I reached for my phone quickly and I called emergencies, trying to stay calm. They told me I had to keep him awake while the help arrived and that I had to remind on the phone in case something happens.

“Hey Zach look at me” I said taking my seatbelt off to get closer to him. He had his eyes closed and it didn’t look like he could move his body “You’re going to be fine, do you hear me?” even though I wanted to sound optimistic I couldn’t help the tears falling from my eyes, seeing him like this was tearing me apart, I couldn’t face the idea of losing him “You’re going to get out of this and we’re going to leave for college together” I saw his lips bending in a little smile and it seems like he wanted to say something but I stopped him “shhh, don’t talk, save your energy to stay awake” I wanted to caress his face so he could feel my touch, but I couldn’t see properly how bad his injures were and I didn’t want to make it worse so I grad his right hand, which was perfectly fine.

When I heard the ambulance I sighed heavily, I had to think that everything was going to be just fine.

“I…” even though I told him not to talk he didn’t listen to me “I lo-love…you” he said trying to give my hand a squeeze.

“And I love you, with all my heart Zach, that’s why you can’t close your eyes” I hated thinking that those could be his lasts words.

The ambulances finally arrived and the paramedics took care of taking Zach and the other person out of the cars. I could get out by myself, but when I stand outside I felt everything spinning around me and the next thing I remember is seeing all black.

I was hearing voices and beeps around me and when I opened my eyes I saw I was in an ambulance, next to two paramedics that were looking the machines attached to me.

“Where is Zach?” was the first thing that left my lips. When I didn’t get an answer I tried to sit straight on the stretcher and then one of the paramedics made me lay again.

“He’s in other ambulance, in his way to the hospital”

“Is he going to be ok?”

“I can’t answer that; I didn’t take care of him”

I tried to relax, but it was impossible and when I look at my body trying to find some injure I just saw my right arm with a bandage, but I wasn’t feeling any pain maybe because they had gave me some kind of painkiller.

Once we were at the hospital they ran a lot of tests on me and as much as I asked for Zach no one told me anything and I didn’t know if that was good or bad news.

Suddenly the curtains that were around me moved and I saw my parents, obviously worried.

My mom came to hug me and I hugged her back, hiding my face in the crock of his neck and trying not to cry, I didn’t know where I should start talking.

“How has it happened?” I asked without letting my mom let go of me. I was referring to what my father told me over the phone before the accident.

“We can talk about that later, don’t think about that now” my mom said putting her hands on my cheeks and kissing my forehead.

“Do you know anything about Zach?” I looked at my father because I knew how to read his expression so that way I’d know if they were telling me the truth “I’ve been asking the nurses, but no one tells me anything”

A doctor appeared and my parents couldn’t answer my question. He told us I was free to go, that I was perfect expect for the cut on my arm, which was pretty deep, but it wouldn’t be a problem.

While he kept talking to my parents I excused myself and got out of there, ready to find answers. Just when I was going to ask for Zach to the girl in the reception I saw Zach’s mom at the end of the hallway and I ran in her direction.

“Mrs. Dempsey” I said breathless. She turned in my direction and a bug smile appeared on her face, which made me think everything was ok “Where is Zach? Is he ok?”

“He’s in there” she answered pointing at the close door next to her “and he’s going to be fine, you don’t have to worry” as soon as she finished that sentence she evolved me with her arms, hugging me, which made me feel confused “he’s alive thanks to you, if you hadn’t been there to call emergencies…” she couldn’t finish the sentence and I didn’t want her to “are you ok?” she asked letting me go and examining me, looking for something different.

“Yes, I just have a cut in my arm. Can I… it is possible to see him?” I asked anxious to see him again.

The door opened and a nurse got out, leaving the door half-open.

“He’s all yours” Zach’s mom told motioning me to the door.

Without a second thought I got into the room and there he was, peacefully laid on the bed, this time with his face clean of blood.

“Zach” I called him softly, standing by his bed and grabbing his hand. He turned his head in my direction and his eyes opened slowly, I could see the cuts on his face clearly now “Hey” I added happy to see him and kissing his hand “How do you feel?”

“Like if the basketball and baseball teams had passed over me” he joked with a weak tone on his voice “are you ok?”

“Yes, thanks to you” I replied letting a few tears roll down my cheeks “You should rest, I’ll be here when you wake up” he closed his eyes when he heard my words and with my free hand I started rubbing his hair.

I ended up falling asleep there, I had told my parents where I was, I didn’t want to scare them more.

When I opened my eyes again I found Zach looking at me, this time more recovered than the last time I talked with him.

“Good morning” he said with a smile on his face.

I lifted my head from the bed, adjusting my eyes to the light, I was a little confused, but I remembered what had happened the night before.

“Is it morning already?” I asked turning to the window to see that it was a new day indeed “Have you slept good?” I said turning to Zach again.

“I can’t complain” he answered “I won’t ask how you slept because I can imagine the answer to that. You should had gone home to rest”

“I’m not leaving you here”

“As much as I like hearing that you’ll have to leave at some point, I don’t think they’re letting me go soon” he put his hand on my cheek and caressed my skin with his thumb.

“I can’t go home…” I whisper.

“Why?”

“Last night… when my dad called me before the accident..” I had to stop to clear my throat to send the urge to cry away, I hadn’t think about it too much and I hadn’t say it out loud yet “He told me fluff had died” I felt my eyes burn, I wanted to cry so badly.

“Come here” he said pulling from my hand in his direction.

I laid next to him, he embraced my body with his arms and hugged me tight to his warm body not caring about how much his wounds could hurt.

“And then I thought I was going to lose you too” I couldn’t hide it anymore and I started crying.

“Don’t think about that ok? I’m here and I’m not going anywhere” he replied kissing my head.

We stayed there until a nurse came in and I had to leave the room.

In the end we hadn’t our vacations before college, Zach needed time to recover and I needed time to stop feeling like crap after what happened that night and the loss of my dog, but when the time came we left for college without looking behind.

Negan Gets The Girl

Summary: After Reader and Daryl have been taken from Alexandra, Negan shows no intentions to Y/N. Making you kiss Daryl resulting in Negan flipping out revealing his true feeling for Y/N.

Warnings: Mature audiences, Smut, swearing (it’s Negan there has to be swearing)

Negan x Reader

It had been a while since you had seen Rick and the group and you missed them. Negan had taken you to the sanctuary and you had no idea why. At first, you thought it was to punish Rick and then you thought it was to be his wife, but it wasn’t any of those reasons. You couldn’t help but wonder why you. He could have taken anyone else.

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HAPPIER


(requested by anon)

Kai Parker x Reader
word count : 3 993
summary : based on the song ‘Happier’ by Ed Sheeran
note i couldn’t help myself with the ending. sorry not sorry.
* gif by chris-woods
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Losing the best thing in his life hurt like hell. What hurt even more was seeing the person he loved in someone else’s arms. It had been a month since Kai and Y/N had broken up because of a stupid impulse to get back at his coven and Bonnie for ditching him in 1903. He should’ve known this would be a mistake. He should’ve gone directly to his girl right after coming back instead of getting on the revenge path and losing everything. Instead he had let anger get the worst out of him again.

They had been together for almost three months , the happiest months in his life. He had never really understood love or falling in love until he had met her. Y/N had given him a chance even before the merge and always had stood up for him to her friends until his sister’s wedding day. He had pushed it too far that day and his life got turned upside down – and even though they had been apart for a month he was still in love with her and needed her in his life more than ever.

Kai heard her coming before she had even stepped inside the barn. There was no way for him to mistake the speed of the steps or her heartbeat. Someone had told her about what had happened , that he was back and – that he had linked her cousin and best friend to Bonnie. Before he had had the chance to get outside Y/N ran inside , stopping so abruptly at the entrance she nearly slipped on the blood on the floor.
    “Oh my God –” she muttered , covering her mouth with her hand. Her eyes took in the scene in front of her - all the bodies , the blood mixed with flowers and glass shards. Then she saw him and her eyes lit up. For a moment she took a step towards him then stopped. “You are alive. T-they said you killed yourself.”
    “I did , but I came back.” he smiled nervously at her. “I missed you so much Y/N -”
Kai took a step towards her but she took a step back , holding a hand out gesturing for him to stop. Almost two weeks since he had last seen her , hugged her .. kissed her. His girl was standing right there barely a metre away and he couldn’t touch her because she wouldn’t let him. A tear rolled down her cheek and he reached to wipe it away faster than she did. Kai couldn’t help but notice how her heart skipped a beat when he did yet she didn’t smile.
    “You screwed up Malachai. Big time.” she said quietly. Kai flinched - the only time she used his full name was when she was beyond upset. “How can you even — You liked Bonnie to Elena. Elena who is not just my best friend , she is like my sister the only family I had left. You didn’t even come to see me when - ”
    “I was going to. I swear , just things got in the w-”
    “Yeah , I see. Things always got in the way… ” she pushed away his hands. “I stood up for you. Even tried to convince Bonnie to let you out or to send me there so I can be with you not giving a damn we’d be stuck there and what do you ? You didn’t even talk to me - ” she raised her voice. “ - instead you proved to everyone you are still the same monster they saw you as when you first got out of 1994. You lived up to everyone’s horrible expectations of you. Congratulations. Now you are the monster everyone sees when they look at you.”
Kai took a step towards her , stepping over one of his family’s bodies reaching for her , dying to wrap his arms around her and apologise. Nevertheless what came out of his mouth was completely different. He knew Y/N’s words hadn’t meant to hurt him but that had been exactly what had happened and they had cut deeper than any knife ever could. How had he managed to push away the only person who ever gave him a chance and ever made him happy? The only person he ever loved and who ever loved him ?
    “That’s right. I am the monster , the abomination. Always the one everyone treats like some irredeemable piece of trash. All my life that’s all I’ve ever known. All those people you see here - you have no idea what it was to live with them. To be always the one to blame , not to be able to touch anyone because they shriek in fear – I thought you were different. I thought you’d understand like always - ”
    “Understand what ?” she snapped. “That you acted on an impulse again ? Not thinking or caring who you’d hurt in the process ? You know what — I can’t do this anymore.”
    “Y/N please -” he took a step towards her trying to touch her but she pulled away not even looking into his eyes. “ - I can change. I will find a way to undo the spell. I will do anything.”
    “No. No , Malachai.” she said quickly wiping away a tear from her cheek. “This is too much.  You lost me the second you decided getting revenge is more important than what we had. We could’ve been happy. We could’ve had a family of our own. You could’ve had everything you have ever wanted but - ”
    “You have been waiting for this moment haven’t you ? You and all your stupid friends. You never loved me or cared about me. It was all pretend so you keep me in check wasn’t it ? I can’t believe I spent even a second believing you love me and you’d be by my side.”
Y/N’s eyes widened. “Actually no. I haven’t , they might’ve but not me.  I believed in you and loved you and if you had chosen to come to me first things would’ve been different.  I was ready to leave town with you before you got trapped in 1903 and even after you got stuck there. We could’ve left , but instead you made the decision for both of us. You know , I kept trying to convince them to let you out. To give you another chance , to except you despite of everything you had done… I have done that ever since day one , remember ? I am done with all of it. I’m done.”
    “Wh-what are you -”
    “It’s over. We are over. I – ” she wiped a few tears off her cheeks. “ - I don’t want to see you or hear from you. Ever.”
    “Y/N …” he took a step towards her as she spun around on her heels running outside. He could hear her crying on her way to the car and afterwards punching the steering wheel.
    “What did I do?” he whispered looking around , holding his head in his hands before smashing one of the chairs into the wall screaming out in pain.


A lump got stuck in Kai’s throat when he stepped into the town square. Across the street walking towards the Grill were Y/N and … her new boyfriend. Kai stopped right on his tracks looking at them. For a moment a small smile spread across his face seeing her after all this time , then his smile faded.
Y/N and her new boyfriend had wide smiles on their faces and he couldn’t help but notice they were wider than the ones he and Y/N had had on theirs when they had been together.  His girl was moving on and looked happier with someone new , laughing at something her new boyfriend said to her while he put his arm around her shoulder leaning in to kiss her before they walked inside.
Kai looked at the ground feeling his eyes starting to water. It hurt so much seeing her with someone else , worse than having his heart ripped out ever would. This should’ve been him with her. Putting his arms around her , kissing her , waking up next to her in the morning…  not this person.
Last thing he wanted now was to watch his girl with someone else at the Grill and he started to turn around when Damon bumped into him , putting his arm around his shoulders.
    “There he is. My favourite heretic.” smirked the vampire. “Come on , lets go get a drink so I can tell you all about how much it hurts being away from the person I love the most.”
    “Not in the mood Damon. Why don’t you find another drinking buddy ? I can’t lift the spell even if I wanted to. I told you and no one hates me more than I hate myself for what I did that day.” replied Kai , pushing Damon’s hand away. “You lost your girl because of me and I lost the best thing in my life trying to get back at you.”
    “And that’s exactly why we need to go get a drink my friend.”
    “Not your friend.”
    “C'mon , I need a new drinking buddy. Alaric’s alcohol tolerance as a human is a joke now -”
    “I said no , Damon. Your girl is in a coffin taking a magical nap but you will see her again one day and she will be in your arms again. My girl … is happier without me.”
Damon’s expression changed suddenly , looking at him almost sympathetically . He knew how the young heretic felt , not exactly but he got enough. He had had to watch Elena with Stefan for years before they finally got together and seeing the person  you love with someone else is one of the worst feelings ever.
    “As someone who had lived longer than you – one day you will be happy again. You will get over her.”
    “No. I will always love her , it will always be her and only her even in a thousand years. It will always be Y/N and no one else. All I can do is try and not to take it personal while she moves on with someone new. Try and smile to hide the truth –”
    “ – and get drunk with your knew best buddy.” grinned Damon.
Kai scoffed pushing Damon’s arm again. “Go find another drinking buddy Damon.”


A couple of hours later Kai got in his apartment , reaching almost immediately for the bottle he had bought on his way home. It was full but in an hour or two it would be empty just like the rest of them. He pulled out his phone , feeling an ache in his heart seeing his screen wallpaper - a picture of him and Y/N. A whole month and he still hadn’t changed it. Why would he ? He liked seeing them smiling widely at the camera with their arms around each other. They had been so happy before he had screwed everything up. Y/N had been right - they could’ve had it all together. They could’ve had a family of their own in some other town away from his family and everyone else. All they had always needed had been each other. Now — he was alone , and she … she was moving on with someone else. A tear rolled down his cheek but he didn’t even bother wiping it away not realisig when he had opened the bottle. He didn’t bother to pour the amber coloured liquid into a glass. What would be the point ? Its not like pouring it into a glass would get things back to the way they were before he had linked her cousin and best friend to Bonnie that day making it so Y/N would never see Elena again. It’s not like it would stop him from drinking the entire bottle.
He searched through his contacts , scrolling until her name popped up on the screen. For a few long moments his finger hovered over the screen as he was debating whether or not he should call her. A deep sigh left his lips and he rested his back against the wall with the bottle in his hands. His eyes closed and he slid down sitting in the corner of the room , bringing the bottle to his lips. He didn’t even know what he’d say to her or if she will even answer. Seeing her earlier in the day had wrecked him all over again , shattering all the pieces of his heart to dust.
Sitting in the corner of the room Kai could almost see her walking around , could hear her laugh echoing in every room of his apartment. He glanced at the couch and she was standing there waving for him to come over before the movie started , snuggling into his arms the moment he sat there. Then turned around seeing her leaning against the kitchen door frame with a smile on her face before running up to him and jumping into his arms while he was making breakfast.
How it was possible that everything reminded him of her ? Even that wine stain on the carpet which had been a complete accident and she had tried so hard to remove. A whole month and he could still smell her perfume in the air. Not even in the Prison World he had missed and needed her so much. By the time he got up the bottle in his hands was empty. Quickly he got a piece of paper , a pen and started to write. He planned on sending his letter the same way he had sent her hundredths of messages while they had still been together. Maybe she’d read it — or maybe she will toss it in the trash and forget about him completely. Who knew , maybe she already had.


Y/N was laying in her bed starring at the ceiling thinking about how it had been a month since everything. Or more like trying not to think how it had been a whole month since the last time she had seen Kai. When she had told him to never call her again , it had been her emotions in that moment talking. There hadn’t been a part of her thinking he’d actually give up that easily. What they had had been this instant connection where you see the person and you just know thats him/her. So many nights every time her phone buzzed she thought it was him but it never was. Every time someone knocked on the door or threw pebbles at her window her first thought was KAI. It never was.

“Get back on the market. It’s the easier way to move on.
What happened was for the best. He would’ve hurt you or gotten you killed.
Why do you keep defending him after everything he had done? He killed his entire family – he linked your best friend , your cousin to me.”

A sigh left her lips. Her friends’ words kept repeating on a loop in her head. A tear rolled down her temples at the last happy memory she had of her and Kai together , right before he had gone over to the Salvatore’s to try and help. He had really thought they were giving him a chance and had been excited about it. They had made plans for the next day , and the next… Then Elena had called and her world had turned upside down. Then almost two weeks later Kai had come back and her world returned to normal for a few seconds before it got turned upside down again.
Y/N’s eyes closed for a few seconds and then her eyes opened seeing flames burn on her night stand for a few moments. Quickly she sat up in her bed confused as to what was happening at first before her mind placed things together. There was only one person who could have sent her that. Kai. It took her less than a minute to snatch the piece of paper and read it twice , tears rolling down her cheek and a small smile on her face seeing his hand writing. There had been smudges on the paper and by the looks of it maybe he had been lightly buzzed while writing it.


“I know you don’t want to see or hear from me but you need to know…
What I did and said that day was the biggest mistake I have ever made in my entire life.  I hurt you like no one else has ever hurt you and I know you won’t forgive me for any of it , I know I will
never forgive myself.
I was happier with you and I know there are others who deserve you and who will love you but no one will ever love you or need you like I do. I saw you today with your new boyfriend and your smiles were twice as wide as ours used to be. You looked happier with him than you had ever been with me and it hurt , but I promise not to take it personal that you are moving on with someone new. I knew that would happen someday… Damon said one day I will find someone else and feel that kind of happiness again but there will
never be anyone else for me but you. I am still in love with you and I will be waiting for you , if he breaks your heart.  I will put on a smile and act as if it doesn’t hurt because you looked happier … Are you ? Happier with him ? ”

Y/N reached for her phone , her finger hovering over Kai’s name in the contacts closing her eyes for a second she tapped the screen with her thumb , wiping her nose with her hand smiling through tears. No answer. Why would she send her a note and not answer his phone later ? It made no sense.

Kai laid almost face first on the couch , half drunk and semi awake when someone knocked on the door. Groggily he got up , taking a few short steps towards the door. His hand hovered over the door knob for a few moments while he tried to figure out who would come over at 3AM. A sigh left his lips and he turned around heading back towards the couch. Probably it was Damon looking for his new drinking buddy. No. Kai wasn’t planing on doing that. Almost half way to the couch whoever it was on the door knocked again and this time he opened the door.
    “Hi.”
His heart was about to leap out of his chest seeing Y/N there , still wearing her PJ’s and knowing her , probably she had gone outside wearing them and her fuzzy slippers. A small smile spread across her face seeing him smile back at her. Kai wanted so badly to hug her , kiss her – just one more time but no. He couldn’t do that. Y/N had a boyfriend now , not that he cared much about that , but she would.
    “Hi.” he finally managed to say. “Wh-what are you doing here ?”
Y/N unfolded Kai’s note , holding it in front of him. A lump got stuck in his throat. Why had she come in the middle of the night because of the letter ?
    “Can I – ?”
    “Um yeah , of course.”
Kai stepped aside letting her walk inside. Y/N looked around Kai’s apartment - it looked exactly the same except for the empty bottles and the pieces of glass near the wall. A small sigh left her lips hearing him close the door taking a step towards her until she turned around to face him. Their eyes met and for a second everything was the way it used to be. Just the two of them.
    “No.” she said quietly.
    “What ? I haven’t asked anything –”
    “Yes , you did and the answer is no.” she pointed at the letter. “You are not the only one who can put on a fake smile and make it believable Kai. How can I be happy with someone else when my heart belongs with you ? When I — belong with you.”
    “I am drunk and dreaming.” muttered Kai to himself. “Or hallucinating. Definitely.”
Y/N took a step towards him with a wide smile on her face , placing her palm on his cheek. Kai looked into her eyes afraid she’d disappear at any moment.
    “If you were dreaming would I do this ?” she said lifting herself on her toes gazing into his eyes. For a moment she almost kissed him and then she slapped his cheek , not too hard but hard enough to convince him he was awake.  
    “I deserved that.” he said rubbing his cheek for a second , scooping her into his arms and twirling her around in the next. Y/N’s laugh echoed in the house and for the first time in weeks he felt complete. “God , I really hope this isn’t a product of my imagination but even if it is - it feels so good to have you in my arms again. I will never let you go. Never ev-”
Y/N’s lips crashed against his , more hungry and greedy than ever kissing him as if her life depended on it. He wrapped his arms around her tight , pulling her towards him feeling a tear roll down his cheek.
    “Wow happy crying.” she said wiping it away from his cheek. “Thats new.”
    “Tell me about it.” he laughed , not willing to let go off her.
    “Come on. Lets go to bed. I walked like 2 miles in the middle of the night and now I just want to go to bed with my boyfriend.”
    “Y-your b-boyfriend ? What about – whats his name ?”
    “I’ll deal with that tomorrow. Right now , you have a month of cuddling to make up for.”
Kai scooped her up and carried her to the bed unable to take his eyes away from her the same way she couldn’t tear her eyes away from him. Seeing him smile and his eyes sparkle like never before was everything she could ever want in life.


    “Wake up. Kai ?”
No , no, no. No. Don’t wake up. he thought to himself. Whatever you do , do not open yo- Wait — whats happening?
Kai felt someone’s lips on his , kissing him gently as he started to wake up. He recognised who it was immediately and his hands wrapped around her pulling her towards him , not ready to open his eyes just yet. Then his eyes opened slowly finding Y/N leaning over him on the bed with a wide smile on her face.
    “You are here.” he smiled , brushing his fingers through her hair.“For a moment I thought -”
    “That me coming in the middle of the night wearing my PJ’s and fuzzy slippers , slapping you and then kissing you like my life depended on it before we fell asleep cuddling on your bed had been a dream ?”
Kai laughed. “Breathe. That must’ve been the longest sentence you have ever said. And yes , for a moment I was terrified it had all been a dream -”
    “It wasn’t.” replied Y/N , hooking her arms around his neck. “I am here and I am not going anywhere — but to the store. You have no food here and I am starving.”
    “No. No you stay here. I’ll go.” said Kai getting up quickly. “What do you want ? Pancakes ? Waffles ? Ice cream ? Pizza ? I’ll do anything -”
Y/N laughed sitting on his bed with her knees up to her chest. “Whatever you decide. I missed your cooking so even if you fry me an egg I will love it.”
Kai ran back towards the bed , smashing his lips against hers for a long moment before heading towards the door when Y/N got up after him.
    “Hey , Kai ?” she said running into his arms. “I forgot to tell you something very very important. I love you.”
Kai smiled widely at her. “I never thought I’d hear you say those words to me again.”
    “I love you.
    “I love you too Y/N.”

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