I know a girl from an island, She stands apart from the crowd. She loves the sea and her people, She makes her whole family proud. Sometimes the world seems against you, The journey may leave a scar. But scars can heal and reveal just Where you are.
“Why are you dragging me to a bar, Natasha? I told you that I didn’t feel like going out.” Bucky asked his bossy red-haired friend.
Nat just rolled her eyes before she answered him, “Because, I got tired of seeing you all holed up in your apartment for the millionth Saturday in a row.”
Bucky knew that he couldn’t fight her on this. Natasha was his closet friend and once she told someone to do something, they usually did it out of fear. He wasn’t ashamed to admit that he was scared of her a little.
She sat in front of him, holding her fingers and staring down at them with furrowed brows as if they might give her the words she needed to say.
He knew she saw the gashes this morning on his shoulder, on his side. Not the kind of thing you acquire when working as a lawyer. He should have been more careful.
She sat in the chair opposite his desk as if she were a client. As if she were trying to distance herself from him. The thought made Matt start to panic, he swallowed and shifted his feet. She wasn’t saying anything. All Matt wanted was for her to talk. He didn’t know what he wanted or needed her to say, but just something would be better than the suffocating silence they currently sat in. Anything to make him feel like he wasn’t going watch her walk out the door and never come back.
Anything to make him feel like she didn’t… hate him. For what he hid from her. For what he does. For who he is.
“I-” you paused. It was one word but it didn’t feel right. This whole situation didn’t feel right. You glanced up at Matt, you knew he was anxious. You could hear his shoes shifting, his throat bobbed as he tried to calm himself. His hands sat in his lap, one thumb brushing quickly over the other in nervous rhythm. You hadn’t told him why you wanted to talk with him alone in his office, but you guessed from the tension in his face that he had a pretty good idea.
Matt was getting dressed for work when you saw the gash on his shoulder. He faced away from you as he took off a black short sleeved tee. Obviously your eyes drifted up from your book to watch the lean muscles of his back ripple with movement. He winced as he turned to slip on a sky blue shirt, dropping his shoulder slightly put the wound in clear view, another one creeping around the side of his torso. They looked to be a week old at most. Your heart sped up, your eyes widened. Your mind was bombarded with a stream of questions. How did he even get that? Who did this to him? How was he even in a position to- what was he doing- where was he- How could he- what was he thinking he-
And then it dawned on you.
You’d seen the newspapers, the tv spots, you remember feeling a sense of familiarity staring at you in the face as you watched the footage.
You had been following the articles and even talking with Matt over breakfast about how the impact of having a vigilante in Hell’s Kitchen would have a serious effect on the crime rate, hopefully a good effect. Matt never had much to say. More than once he had changed the subject to something more lighthearted. You just let it go, thinking that it probably didn’t sit right with him that someone was taking the law and justice into their own hands…
The roughness of his hands… the strength in them. The nights where you would wake up reaching for him only to see the other side of the bed empty and cold. The little bruises and cuts where he ‘walked into things’.
It was a big jump to make. Massive in fact. You backtracked for a second, you needed proof before you could even consider listening to your minds paranoid ramblings. But that didn’t stop your breathing from picking up. That didn’t stop the ‘what ifs’ from plaguing your thoughts. They piled up on top of each other so fast that you felt like you might not be able to take another breath.
Matt’s head turned as he buttoned up his shirt.
“Are you okay? You seem awfully quiet this morning.”
“Fine!” you chirped. A little too quick to be genuine. Too quick for Matt to ignore. Matt paused in reaching for his tie.
“Absolutely. Just excited to start the day!” You flung the sheets off of you exposing your bare legs. Wearing only a large grey tee you jumped out of bed and swung around to throw your arms over his shoulders, narrowly avoiding the wound.
Running your fingers through the tiny hairs at the nape of his neck, he slid his hands up under your tee, lifting it high enough for you to feel a light breeze on your backside. He wrapped his hands around either side of your waist and began running his thumbs up and down the small of your back. “I’m excited for every day that I get to start with you.”
Whatever tension there was in Matt’s frame dissipated. He smiled wide, leaning his head slightly to the side. “You’re full of cheese.”
You shrugged. “What can I say? It’s a talent. Maybe I should start classes. Could save up some money and get myself a plaque. ‘Y/N, Master of Cheesery’”
Matt snorted and slid his arms all the way around you, pulling you as close as he could. You had to rise to your tiptoes to fold your arms behind his neck, leaning your cheek against his. Your bodies molded together and he hummed once in content as he swayed the two of you from side to side. Dancing to no music. “I wish I didn’t have to go in today. Foggy needs me to go over this case one more time before tomorrow. I can think of a few things we could do right here that would be much more fun.” He sighed out his nose. You held on a little tighter, you didn’t know if you wanted to uncork this bottle. But you knew that you needed to.
“I’m gonna drop by at lunchtime.”
Matt nodded and turned to kiss your cheek twice. He pulled away reluctantly and let your arms drop to your side. Picking up his jacket from the bed he made his way through the living room and towards the front door. You trailed behind him, gripping your fingers tight behind you. Matt opened the door and turned around to you leaning against the doorframe. “We can talk about some stuff.” he raised his eyebrows.
“You focus on your case for now. I don’t want to distract you. We’ll talk when I come in.” You leaned in and pressed a kiss to his lips. He left with a small frown on his face.
It had taken a lot of digging. A lot of thinking like someone who wanted to desperately hide something. Finally you found your proof, tucked away in his father’s box. The mask that he wore to his nightly endeavours. The Devil of Hell’s Kitchen’s mask.
After giving yourself some time to cry, to scream, to punish yourself for not seeing it sooner, you got up, got dressed, put the red mask in your bag and left the apartment to meet Matt. To have a conversation you weren’t sure you were prepared for.
And here you are. Sitting in his office trying to find the right words to begin with. None of them seemed to suffice. This was Matt, why couldn’t you just talk to him?
You stood up suddenly and turned towards the door to close the blackout blind that hung from it. Then you walked behind Matt to close the blinds on the windows. It left the room dark so you switched on his desk lamp and instead of sitting down on the chair you perched on his desk next to where he sat so you were facing the wall to his back. Instead of looking at him, you stared unseeingly at the strings on the blinds.
You took a deep breath. You reached into your bag and held the mask just behind him.
“Matt, I know about your night job.” You said firmly and put the mask on the desk in front of him. He reached out and ran his fingertips over one of the pointed tips for a mere second before pulling his hands back to his lap.
He remained silent.
“I’m not mad. I just- I’m.. worried.” your breath hitched, “I’m scared, Matt.” your bottom lip trembled making you reach up with both hands to cover your face.
Matt’s hands stopped twitching and instead gripped tight, his shoulders tensed and his face screamed how much he didn’t want to have this discussion.
“You don’t need to be scared of me.” He muttered in a low but steady voice. Dropping your hands and swinging your head round to him, you scooched up along his desk to sit in front of him, your legs hanging down either side of his. You brought your hands to his cheeks. Cradling the hurt you saw on his face. The disappointment, not at you but in himself. You could feel the muscles in his jaw tense.
“Matty-” your voice caught, and Matt almost flinched at the noise. Clearing your throat you tried again. “Matty, I’m not scared of you. I’m scared for you.” Matt’s eyebrows twitched together, so you slid your hand down to just above his shoulder, where you both knew the tightly stitched wound sat. “This, is a big deal. Did you think I would be okay with you coming home with giant cuts on your body? God forbid I wake up in the morning to see you bleeding out on the couch-” you bit your lip and looked away, trying to pull yourself together. You needed to be a little bit stronger, just enough to deal with this.
Matt tentatively put his hand on your knee.
“Y/N, I’ve trained for this. I was trained from a young age to fight like this and it’s something I’ve known how to do for a long time. I’m not just some billionaire thinking he can make a suit, fight crime and take on the world all in the same day. I’m going to do better. I’m making this city a safe place. My city. Ours.” He took your hands in both of his and rested them on your knees.
He licked his lips and shifted in his chair, you could see he wanted you to believe him, to trust him, to.. accept him. “I’m sorry I kept this from you. Part of me is saying I should let you go to protect you from this, from the people who might want to use you against me if they found out what you mean to me. I couldn’t-” he swallowed, “I won’t let that happen. I can’t lose you. You’re the reason I can do this and still smile everyday, not hate myself for keeping this a secret from almost everyone I know. I love you.” he paused, gripping your hands slightly tighter for a second before leaning back in his chair a little. “But I understand if you can’t cope with this. You don’t have to say anything if you don’t want to, you can walk out that door and I won’t stop you.”
You were quiet. You just looked at his face and all it’s features as your hands warmed between his. You could see how much he didn’t want you to leave, but you knew that he would let you go if you wanted to. You knew he was genuinely sorry, but he had reason to keep it all from you. He was trying to do the right thing. Not just for him or you but for the whole city.
Make a decision. A little voice in the back of your mind prompted you. And you did.
You slid off the desk and into his lap, he pulled your joined hands up to give you room, but didn’t let go. Not quite ready to release you just yet. His face remained set. You smiled at him, just a small slightly wobbly curve of your lips.
“I love you too, Matt. But-” you could see his brows wobble a touch. You squeezed his hands before releasing them then took off his glasses and put them behind you on the desk. You wanted to see his eyes. You slid your hands back over his, threading your fingers together.
“I’m not leaving you.” You had to reassure him first. His shoulders dropped the heavy weight on them and he leaned his forehead against yours. His breath hitched slightly as he tried not to cry in relief. You almost burst into tears at the sound, instead a few dripped down your cheeks and hit your joined hands.
“You need to tell me everything. And I mean every little minute detail that occurs, I don’t want the highlights.” He nodded lightly. “and you’re gonna teach me how to fight.” His head shot up. “You’re not coming with me. It’s too dangerous.”
You snorted. “of course not, but if you’re worried about me being a target then I need to learn how to defend myself. I need to show these guys that my badass boyfriend isn’t the only one who can handle himself. The Master of Cheesery can pack a punch too.” You held up an arm to flex your muscles and pulled a strained face.
Matt grinned as he brushed away the fallen tears and pinched your flexing ‘muscles’, “That means you’re gonna have to actually get out of bed in the morning and you know, exercise.”
Your pursed your lips and rolled your eyes. “The things I do for you, Matt.”
He swallowed. “I know. Thank you.” He leaned in to kiss you, but you pulled back and put a finger on his lips. “Uh-uh. You’ve got some serious ass-kissing to do Matt-Matt.”
“What?” came his muffled reply, his lips squished behind your finger.
“You’ve been keeping something from me for God knows how long. You’re gonna have to make it up to me, your loyal and forgiving girlfriend. Starting with dinner and later listening to Stephen Fry read Sherlock Holmes on audiobook. With blankets. And malteasers. And kitkats.” Matt kissed your finger twice in quick succession.
“Anything.” He said sincerely. He would do anything for you. You smiled as you replaced your finger with your lips, brushing them over his in a soft kiss.
Imagine Chris introducing you to your son for the first time.
A/N: Part 5 already? Man, time flies when you’re having fun. Stay tuned for the epilogue. Here are the links to the previous parts: (Memory Lane - Part 1/Part2/Part3/Part 4) and (Drunk Minds, Sober Hearts and Baby Fever - Masterlist). This one is super cute if I say so myself. 💕
You could barely remember the labor experience when you woke from your nap, or anything for that matter. You could remember the pain, of course, that was still there but it had subsided sufficiently since the birth of your son. You could remember your water breaking at home because of the silly argument you had with Chris, and him rushing you to the hospital whilst apologizing the entire drive there. You smiled to yourself when you thought about it; you had the best husband even though he got a little messy sometimes.
“Knock knock,” you heard your mom’s voice and you looked up dazedly. “Hey sweetheart,” she smiled at you and you mirrored it. “How are you feeling?” She asked as she entered your ward; she sat down on an empty chair and took one of your hands in hers.
“Glad I’m not pregnant anymore,” you responded with a soft chuckle and she chuckled in response. “I don’t know how you did it, Mom. That was-” you shook your head in disbelief, “one of the most painful experiences of my entire life.” She squeezed your hand gently, chuckling. “I know I said I’d think about having a girl, but I don’t think I want to do that ever again.”
“You will,” she disagreed with a nod. “Not now, but you will. Believe me, honey. Parenthood is one of the best experiences you’ll ever have. When you see your baby, you’ll understand that the pain is worth everything.” She pressed a soft kiss to the back of your hand and you smiled. “He’s beautiful, by the way.” She told you and your smile grew wider.
“Is Chris with him?”
“Did you really expect him to be anywhere else?” She responded and you chuckled. “Have the two of you decided on a name? I remember both of you saying that you didn’t want to think about it until you saw the baby, but surely there’s been some discussion on possible names.”
You shook your head in response because there hasn’t been. Sure there were names you both liked, but there was never one that either of you had your mind set on. Chris didn’t see the point of naming a child he hadn’t yet met, and to be honest- neither did you. When you wrote, you’d always create a character before you gave that character a name; a name was nothing if it didn’t fit the personality. Despite your need to control things, you quite liked the spontaneity of things which was one of the many reasons Chris fell in-love with you.
“We’ll decide when we decide,” you told her and she nodded. “Where’s Dad?” You asked but before she could answer you, you asked another question. “And did Chris call Lisa and Bob yet? They were meant to drive down for the due date but- well,” you chuckled. “Their son pissed me off so much that their grandson came early.”
Your mom laughed then said, “your dad’s getting some coffee, and Lisa and Bob are on their way as we speak. So are your brothers, and Chris’ siblings, and their families. Everyone’s been informed about the sudden birth, don’t worry. We’ve handled all the details, you just relax.”
“I don’t think relaxing is in her wheelhouse,” you heard Chris’ voice and you immediately smiled. You looked up and felt your heart skip a beat when you realized he was with a nurse and your baby. “We thought you might like to meet your son.” He said as he carefully pushed the baby cot over. “Hate to say it but- he’s the most beautiful baby I’ve ever seen.”
“That’s ‘cause you didn’t see your wife when she was a baby,” your mom commented and Chris chuckled. “Okay, we’ll leave you two to get aquatinted with your son.” She beckoned the nurse out with her as she started to make her leave. “Pick a good name, no Jr. situation please.” You and Chris laughed softly at that, not wanting to scare the baby. “We’re better than that.” With that, she closed the door behind her.
“Before I pick him up, first things first.” He leaned over and gently caressed your face, pressing his lips against yours; you smiled and kissed him back. “I am so proud of you, Y/N, and I don’t think I have ever loved you more. You were so strong and beautiful and- I am just-” he cut himself off, glancing at your son, “we’re just the luckiest guys in the world to have you in our lives.”
“You’re just trying to make up for the fact that you basically pushed me into labor,” you giggled and he chuckled. “I can’t even give birth at a time that I want, and you call me controlling and manipulative.” You teased and his smile widened.
“You did say you were sick of being pregnant, and my job as your husband is to make your life easier so- I guess you’re welcome.” He quipped and you giggled, slapping his arm ever so gently. “Alright,” he chuckled. “Are you ready to meet your son? We really need you to because we need to decide on a name. I kinda have one in my head but- I want to see what you think of when you look at him.”
“Okay,” you nodded and Chris helped you sit up before gently lifting your baby boy out of the plastic cot. He sat down on the edge of your bed, just beside you and carefully passed the life you’d just given birth to over to you. You felt tears well in your eyes upon looking at his tiny face, he looked up at you with eyes the same shade as his father’s and smiled for the first time. “He’s beautiful, Chris.”
“Just like you,” Chris kissed the side of your head.
You looked down at your baby, gently swaying him back and forth as you thought about his name. His eyes reminded you of Chris, yes, but they also reminded you of the day Chris took you camping for the first time. It was near the Jackson River, he’d taken you out on the canoe just as the sun was rising over the water which was as beautiful a blue as your son’s eyes. You looked at him and all you could remember was that day, the day Chris took you out of your comfort zone without removing the feeling of warmth and safety while doing so. But that was what Chris did, and was incredibly good at; he challenged you and changed you for the better. Your son was the perfect example because without Chris- you would have never birthed this beautiful and angelic baby boy, and set out to experience the adventure of a lifetime.
“What are you thinking?” Chris asked, wrapping an arm around you.
“Do you remember that day you took me out camping?” You asked, not tearing your eyes away from your son. You felt Chris nod and you continued, “it was my first time out in the woods and I was a little nervous about it.”
“A little?” He chuckled softly. “Sweetheart, you were having anxiety attacks.” You chuckled softly in response. “But I also remember you telling me that I made you feel safe despite how unsafe you felt out there.”
“Yeah,” you nodded. “And you took me out on the canoe just before sunrise and we watched as it rose over the water.” Chris nodded again, smiling as he reminisced. “I fell in-love with you that trip, like- head over heels in-love with you.”
“Really, that trip?” He raised an eyebrow. “But you didn’t say anything, and that was- way before Disney World when I spilled the beans. Were you waiting for me to say it first?” He teased and you chuckled softly.
“Well, I didn’t want to scare you off.”
“Please,” he chuckled. “If you’d told me then, I would have told you the feeling was mutual. Sweetheart, I was in-love with you after our first date. I just tried to play it cool because I didn’t want to scare you off. Honestly- I thought you were going to run after the camping thing, your face when we got to the campsite was pretty priceless.”
“Shut up,” you giggled.
“Why are you bringing that trip up?” Chris quizzed; there was a hint of curiosity and hope in his voice because he too thought about that trip when he looked at his son for the first time. That trip was the one that gave Chris a glimpse of the life he could have with you, where he would constantly challenge you and lift you out of your comfort zone while making you feel as loved and as safe as possible. He fell in-love with you too, that trip, because he saw how hard you tried for him despite how much you clearly hated camping.
“Because when I look at our baby, I think of that trip.” You glanced at Chris and he smiled when you did. “He is here because of you, of what you’re capable of making me do. That trip was the first time I did anything out of my comfort zone for a guy, you are the first guy who made me want to leave my comfort zone.”
“And you are the first girl who has tried so hard for me,” he responded. “You know something, Y/N? You know why we work?” Your facials prompted a continuation. “Because despite our differences, we are one in the same. I thought about that trip when I saw him too,” he told you and you smiled. “Does this mean we’ve decided on a name?”
“Jackson River Evans,” you said with a smile and a nod.
“I love it,” you felt your husband kiss the top of your head. “And I love you, Y/N.”
“I love you too,” you turned and kissed him, smiling against his lips. “And we love you, Jack.” You whispered to your son when you broke the kiss, leaning into your husband’s loving arms. “God, he’s so perfect.” You said to Chris and he nodded, smiling. “Jack,” you smiled and cradled the small bundle of joy closer to your chest.
“You know what I just realized?” Chris quizzed then chuckled softly as he said, “both Chris Pratt and I now both have a son named Jack.” The two of you laughed softly at that. “Chris Evans, Jack Evans. Chris Pratt, Jack Pratt. Well-” he chuckled. “I better call Hemsworth to tell him he’s got to have another son and name him Jack, God knows Hollywood needs another Evans-Pratt-Hemsworth trio.”
(requested by anon - not sure if this is what you wanted but i hope you like it anyways ☺)
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Reader and Kai have a fight , Kai ending up scaring Reader like never before.
*not my gif
Y/N was sitting on the couch reading a book , flipping page after page completely consumed by the story , when Kai walked in slamming the front foor with a loud bag. Y/N jumped up startled , dropping her book onto the floor. As she leaned in to pick it up , she glanced at Kai. He was literally shaking with anger. She picked up the book and left on the small table , before walking towards Kai. “Kai?” she asked , “Is something wrong?” He kept pacing back and forth , his eyes black. Y/N tried to touch his hand , but he pulled away. The look he gave her made her take a step back. Whatever it was that had him like this , it was not good. “Where it is?” he asked her , his voice was scary calm. Y/N looked at him confused. “Where is what?” He took a step towards her , towering over her. “You know what I am talking about. Where is it?” he yelled at her , grabbing her wrist. “Actually , I don’t have the faintest clue.” Y/N said , trying to sound calm but the truth is she was starting to get scared. Kai didn’t look like himself. She had no idea what he was talking about or what had made him so angry. “The Ascendant ! I know your friends took it !” he screamed at her , making her jump in place. “They want to send me back to the Prison World!” Y/N looked at him shocked. To her it was news the Ascendant had gone missing , no wonder Kai was so angry. “I don’t know Kai , I swear.” she said , her voice trembling. She reached for her phone , wanting to dial Stefan and try to find out whats happening but Kai grabbed it from her hands and smashed it against the wall. “Kai !” she said angrily turning to look at the remains of her smashed phone on the ground. She took a deep breath but it didn’t help. Suddenly Kai had her pinned to the wall , his hand on her neck squeezing it. Y/N was strugling to breath , her lips turning blue. “Stop ! You are scaring me!” she said , barely making the words out. “You are just like the rest of them ! You gave them the Ascendant didn’t you ? I knew you’d never forgive me , that you never really cared about me!” he screamed at her. “No , Kai .. I swear I didn’t. I’d never …” she said weakly. His breathing had gotten heavier and it appeared to that no matter what Y/N said , it only fueled his rage. She had never seen him like that. It was as if there was a completely different person standing infront of her. They’ve had their fights as couples always do , but things had never gotten this bad. Usually in the middle of the argument , they’d realise whatever it was they were fighting about was meaningless and make up. Did he really think she’d give her friends the Ascendant? No , it wasn’t possible. Kai knew very well that she’d rather die than give her friends the means to send him away. Had his rage blinded him so much that he had forgotten this ? She looked in horror as black veins started showing under his eyes , his fangs coming out. ‘He wouldn’t do that.’ she thought , ‘He wouldn’t hurt me.’ She was wrong. A moment later Kai sank his teeth into her neck , not caring at all about the scream that followed. Tears starting to stream down her face. It wasn’t the physical pain he was causing her , it was the fact he clearly didn’t care about her at all. He let go his grip on her neck and Y/N dropped on the floor , barely breathing. Suddenly Kai seemed to snap out of it , fear flooding his veins. His heart broke seeing what he had done to her. “Oh God..” he muttered. “What did I do ?” fear and worry in his voice. “What did I do !?” He kneeled down and wrapped his hands around her before biting his wrist , putting it on her lips. “Don’t be dead , please don’t be dead.” he kept muttering under his breath , tears filling his eyelids. "I love you…“ he whispered.A few moments later Kai felt Y/N grabbing his wrist , drinking his blood and her eyes opened. Kai sighed in relief , closing his eyes for a moment. What he saw when he opened them broke his heart all over again. Y/N’s eyes were filled with tears and terror. She glanced at him for a split second and tried to escape his grasp , but his hands were wrapped too tightly around her. She was shaking with fear. “Let me go !” she said tears streaming down her face. “Let me go !” she repeated , tears starting to stream down her face. “Y/N , I … ” Kai started to say as she kept trying to get herself free , her heart beating fast and uneven. He couldn’t watch her like this. Y/N was his best friend , the only person who he truly cared about and have ever loved. He pulled her closer rubbing her back. “I’m sorry …” he whispered , wiping a tear from her cheek. "I .. I don’t know what happened. I would never hurt you.“ he said. Y/N looked at him like she had no idea who he was , trying to find the right words to say to him. "Why?” she asked paused for a moment , trying to calm down. “Why would you do this Kai?!” she raised her voice. “I don’t know …” he said , his voice hollow. “I just … I … I got scared. You don’t know what its like in the Prision World.” he trailed off. Silence hang in the air. Y/N kept looking at him as if he was a stranger and Kai kept wishing there was a way to fix what he had done. He couldn’t come up with anything that could. “You were a completely different person , I don’t .. ” Y/N struggled to find the right words. “How could you even think that I’d give them the Ascendant ?!” she raised her voice again. Suddenly her expression went blank. “I need some time to figure things out.” Y/N said calmly. “Please don’t…” Kai said his voice barely audiable. He knew where the conversation was going and he didn’t like it at all but Kai had only himself to blame. He stared at the ground for a long moment before he reached and touched her face , leaning in to kiss her. Y/N didn’t return his kiss. He took a step back looking completely broken. It hurt her seeing him like this but the memory of what had just happened was too fresh for her to just put it behind her and forgive him right then and there. She took his hand and gave it a queeze before turning around to walk into her bedroom , closing the door behind her. Y/N rested her back against the door for a moment and slided towards the ground trying hard not to cry. Kai stood frozen for a moment and the sound of Y/N closing the door shut seemed to snap him back to reality. He walked towards her bedroom and sat on floor on the other side of the door , listening to Y/N crying… He wished this day had never happened.
Director!Jensen x actress!reader? - I hope you like it, dear! :)
Jensen was always so up-tight when he was directing an episode, and you didn’t blame him. Directing wasn’t an easy job and there was a lot of pressure that went along with it. As you looked over at him, he was sitting in his chair, his elbow was resting on his right leg with his hand propping his head up as he watched Jared and Misha film a scene. You wanted to find a way to loosen him up a bit. For him, keeping it light and laid back on set was a must, so he always had music playing in-between shots. So you walked over to his phone and looked up a song, a grin playing on your face as it started playing.
In your next shot, your character had a lousy broom for a weapon, as she was trapped with nothing else around against the vampire coming at her. So you chuckled as you picked it up and positioned it as if it was a microphone stand. Then you started lip-synching into the camera, knowing it was rolling.
Doesn’t take much to make me happy And make me smile with glee Never, never will I fee discouraged ‘Cause our love’s no mystery
Demonstrating love and affection That you give so openly, yeah I like the way it makes me feel about you, baby Want the whole wide world to see
Jensen looked up from the storyboard in front of him and into the monitor where he could see you dancing and lip-synching, causing a smile to grow on his face as he laughed lightly. He knew what you were trying to do…he had been so stressed about this fight scene coming up between you and the vampire that he hadn’t talked to anyone, just kept to himself. He suddenly felt bad about shutting everyone out and he lowered his head as you kept dancing. When he looked back up again, Jared and Misha had joined you and he couldn’t keep from laughing now as the three of you pretended to be The Emotions.
Whoa whoa, you got the best of my love Whoa whoa, you got the best of my love Whoa whoa, you got the best of my love Whoa whoa, you’ve got the best of my love
As you finished, you doubled over in laughter as the crew started applauding your performance. You took a quick, modest curtsy and stepped to the side and held your hands out, showing Jared and Misha.
“Alright, alright,” Jensen said, waving his hands in the air. “Come on, let’s get ready for the next shot.” He was trying to be as stern as possible, but when he sat back down in his director’s chair he looked over at you and smiled, then mouthed ‘thank you’.
You smiled back at him and winked, then mouthed back ‘I love you’.
“In the midst of winter, I found there was, within me, an invincible summer. And
that makes me happy. For it says that no matter how hard the world
pushes against me, within me, there’s something stronger – something
better, pushing right back.”
~ Albert Camus
Events in the story begin TVD mid-season 6 , before the merge and continues on afterwards. Kai kidnaps reader to force the MF gang to give him the 1994 Ascendant. (It’s a little AU but … I hope you like it.)
It was already dark , the streets of Mystic Falls deserted. She had spent the past few hours catching up with her friends at the Grill. Y/N turned the corner and started walking. A few minutes passed and Y/N felt someone following her. She turned around but there was no one there , so she kept going but the feeling of being followed didn’t go away. Y/N turned around again and came face to face with Kai. “Oh hello.” he said , innocently. “Enjoying your walk?” Y/N froze in place. Kai was dangerous , unpredictable and whatever he wanted from her … it wasn’t going to end well for her. “Kai… why are you following me? What do you want?” she asked nervously. “Who says I’m following you?” he asked smirking. That smirk always made Y/N’s heart flutter. It was insane , Kai was a sociopath with murderous tendency … He had done so many awful things. Something’s must be wrong with me. she thought. “What do you want Kai?” she asked again. “You.” “Sorry to disappoint , but it’s not gonna happen.” she shook her head turning around to leave but Kai was faster than her and he blocked her way. Y/N sighed in frustration. “Get out of my way.” “Why didn’t you run when you first saw me ? Is it because you are drawn to the darkness in people ? Damon mentioned it in the Prison World…” he said not taking his eyes off of her. “I don’t know what you are talking about.” she said , wriggling her way around him but he grabbed her wrist , making her spin around so fast she got smacked against his body. Kai clenched his jaw , anger flashing in his eyes. “Let go of me.” she said trying to keep her voice calm , it was anything but. Having Kai this close to her was starting to doing things to her. Snap out of it. she told herself. He is going to hurt you. Y/N spotted Stefan on the other end of the street and called out for him , but he didn’t appear to hear her at all. “He can’t hear you. I may have put a cloaking spell on us.” he said suddenly serious. Y/N’s heart was beating faster than ever and she wasn’t sure if it was from fear or because of how close Kai was standing. He was right. She was drawn to darkness , towards him but at the same time she was scared as well. “Which means I can do this.” he said. Before Y/N has had time to process what was happening , the world around her went dark.
Y/N woke up feeling dizzy with a slight headache at the back of her head. She tried to move but couldn’t - her wrists and ankles were tied up. “What the hell?” she muttered under her breath. She was tied up to a chair in a room with a very small window , too small for her to escape she noted , not that she’d be able to undo the knots anyways … A few moments later footsteps echoed and the door swung open. “Oh , you are awake ! Good.” he said approaching her. “Now we can have some fun.” Y/N looked at Kai confused. What was going on ? “You know , Kai … ” she started to say “Kidnapping me and tying me up was a complete waste of time. You should’ve just asked.” she said adding a small sarcastic smile at the end. “Where is the fun in that ?” Kai said smirking. His phone rang and he stepped outside to answer the call. Y/N tried to make out some part of the conversation to try and figure out why he had taken her , but no such luck. The weird thing is that she should’ve been worried , terrified even. Kai was a sociopath , who knew what he could do to her… but she wasn’t. It was as if somehow he had gotten her emotions mixed up. The first impression Kai had given her when they met for the first time at the Grill a few days ago was seared into her mind… He had been charming as hell and before she even knew what was happening to her , something had stirred inside her.
Y/N knew the logical decision was to run and part of her wanted to , but another wanted to stay.
She sighed , Maybe I am starting to lose my mind. she thought. Her life hadn’t always been this complicated. She grew up in Mystic Falls , a small boring town where nothing interesting or even remotely dangerous ever happened. That was until the Salvatores rolled into her life and things had changed completely. Y/N learned that vampires , witches , werewolfs were real and her best friend - Stefan Salvatore - was a vampire… and now so were two of her childhood friends - Elena Gilbert and Caroline Forbes.
A few minutes passed and Kai came back with a food tray. “I made you lunch.” he said , as if it was the most ordinary thing ever - making lunch for someone you’ve kidnapped and tied up to a chair in an unknown location. Y/N stared at him for a few moments. “Thaanks … I guess.” she said pausing for a moment “Not sure how I am going to eat that , tho. You tied me up , remember ?” Kai squinted his eyes for a moment , considering if he should untie her or not. “If you try to run , I will hurt you.” he warned , Y/N nodded and Kai untied her hands. Y/N waited until he was distracted and made a run for it. She ran past him , shutting the door behind her with a loud bang , then down the hallway , trying to find a way out. What is this place ? she thought , hearing footsteps catching up with her. Y/N tried to open one of the doors but they were all locked. Finally she reached a staircase leading upstairs somewhere and she started climbing as fast as she could. Kai had already caught up with her. He grabbed her foot , pulling her down the stairs and pinned her on the ground. “What did I say about running away?” he said out of breath , his hand wrapped around her neck. “Did you think I’d let you go so easily ? Wrong.” “Just kill me , Kai , and get it over with.” Y/N barely managed to say. “I don’t want to kill you , Y/N. ” he said , his voice suddenly soft. “I don’t want to hurt you either… You are leverage.” He pulled her up , his grasp on her hand so tight it was causing her pain. “And you are not going anywhere before I get what I want.” “And what is that ?” she croaked , her throat still hurting. “The Ascendant for the 1994 Prison world, of course. I don’t want it used against me.” Kai said while dragging her with him back her ‘room’. He tied her up again. “Don’t worry. You will be back with your annoying friends soon enough.” Kai whispered , leaning in closer. “I hoped I wouldn’t have to drag you into this but …” Right in this moment his phone rang and Y/N caught a glimpse at the screen. ’Stefan’. “Right on cue.” Kai said answering the phone. “Hello , Stephen. Are you ready to make a deal or … ” he trailed off. Of course it would be Stefan that comes to her rescue. ‘Always the hero’ , as his brother Damon liked to say. Whatever Stefan said clearly made Kai upset. He clenched his jaw and hissed through his teeth. “Whatever happens to Y/N from this point on … it’s all on you.” Kai grabbed a knife from a small table near by and stabbed Y/N in the abdominal making her cry out in pain. From the other end of the phone , she could hear Stefan scream ‘STOP!’ … Kai pulled out the knife and plunged in her abdominal again before returning his attention to the phone conversation with Stefan. “She will bleed out in a few hours. Better think fast. Tick tock …”
Her vision blurred , the world starting to spin. She wasn’t sure if it was the pain or the blood loss. A very blurry version of Kai left the room. Y/N kept blacking out and waking up. Y/N had no idea how long it had been since Kai had left her , all she knew is that every time she became conscious , she felt weaker. Someone shoved a hand full of pills into her mouth alongside some water. Slowly the pain started going away and she drifted into a dreamless sleep.
Anon Request: Telling Riz you love him for the first time
“Know what I miss the most when I’m away?”
Keeping your eyes shut, you find that you are too exhausted to speak. Although you’ve slept for a minimum of two hours, it feels like thirty minutes.
Your entire body is on fire. You know part of it stems from the sun casting its rays directly onto the bed of your hotel room. You and Riz are tangled up together in the center of the bed, the blankets wrapped around you in a warm cocoon.
“Babe…” Letting his lips press against the tip of your nose, Riz released a soft breath as your arms wrap around his waist in an attempt to get closer.
I sighed heavily as I gripped at the manila folder in hand, the anger boiling deep inside me while Graham, yet again as per usual, made an asshole comment toward Zach, our overweight group member.
“You’re so fat, man,” he muttered, making a face in disgust. “So fat…”
I pressed my lips together as I tried to hold back my own snarky comment, but bit my tongue instead. With that he finally dismissed our team for the day.
As I collected the rest of my things and began heading out, I could feel myself deeply regretting the decision to ever come in for an internship at Google for the summer before my graduating year from Stanford. Well, more like I regretted ever agreeing to team up with Graham.
I rolled my eyes as he eyed me up and down the minute I began making my way toward the exit. From the get go, I knew he hadn’t bothered to pick me for his team based on my merit, but merely because of my looks. He made that extremely clear.
“Will I be seeing you later then, beautiful?” he smirked.
“Nope,” I stated simply, slamming the folder right into his chest and making my way out. He huffed out in slight annoyance, but desire.
“Always playing hard to get,” he said through his accent, not bothering to hide his smirk. “I love it.”
Ignoring the comment, I immediately reached down for my purse in attempt to pull out my phone and distract myself a little further while I continued to walk. I huffed out in annoyance as I continued to dig, but couldn’t find it. An audible gasp and small shriek escaped my lips as I ran into someone.
“Whoa, whoa,” an unfamiliar voice cried out, reaching out for my arms and quickly grounding me. “I’m so sorry about that!”
I quickly turned over to look directly into a wrinkled smile and kind blue eyes. Instantly, I was able to recognize one of the older interns Graham was so set on destroying.
“You’re fine,” I breathed out before finally gripping the familiar lump and pulling out my phone from my purse. “Thank you.” With that I lowered my gaze onto the screen and attempted to maneuver my way past the old man.
“Whoa, whoa, hang on there,” he began, his hands pulling me back by the arms. “You’re (Y/N), right? Part of Graham’s team?”
“Yeah,” I nodded, looking up to him, my brows furrowing slightly.
“I’m Nick,” he smiled, dropping his hold on me and extending a hand for me to take.
“Pleasure,” I responded rather curtly as I looked back down to my phone screen.
“Look at you,” he seemed to chuckle. “You remind me of a certain team member of my own. Nose always stuck to that small four-inch screen. Uh, maybe you’ve met him.” He made a gesture and I barely glanced in time to watch him point over to someone in the distance. My eyes followed. “Stuart. Stuart Twombly.”
The minute my gaze landed on the boy, I felt my throat constrict and my cheeks burn up. Of course I knew who Stuart Twombly was. We both had gone to the same high school, graduated the same year, hung around the same crowd of people. He was the same boy I had been crushing on since my freshman year. However, he never knew I even existed.
It was a huge surprise when I came to find out that he had joined the Google internship program as well. That first day, when we were split up into groups, I had hoped to join him, but Graham beat me before I could even approach the boy.
During the first challenge, I would steal glances toward him every now and then. Watch as him and his team mates would frantically write against the clear board trying to figure out the bug in the code. However, the minute he’d take notice that someone was watching, I’d instantly look away. It wasn’t until the second challenge that I tried to interact with him, but as usual, he was glued to his phone. During the second half of Quidditch, I purposely dropped the quaffle in order for Stuart to get a hold of it and score for his own team, earning them the big win. For a brief moment we exchanged smiles that day, but it never went past that.
“I take that as in you do know him?” Nick gave a laugh, snapping me back into reality.
“I—I might have been acquainted with him,” I stammered, lowering my gaze yet again as my face only grew hotter.
“Whoa, wait a minute,” his expression seemed to twist into that of sneaking suspicion. “Do I detect a little something for our little Stewie?”
“N—No. I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I cleared my throat and held my head high, straightening my composure as if to seem uninterested. “You guys are the enemy, according to Graham. The competition. And besides, Google policy is: say no to love. Even if I was interested—which I’m not—it’s not going to happen.”
“Now, now,” he shook his head and chuckled. “I can see straight through the act. There’s no need to pretend you’re even on that asshole’s side. I’m sure you’re a pretty smart girl. Maybe a current student attending UCLA or something—”
“Stanford,” I corrected.
“Even better,” Nick shrugged. “You know that following Graham will only take you so far. And policy or not… You gotta live a little sometimes. I mean take me for instance; I was told I’m not allowed to go after a certain sexy Australian in management, but yet I took a chance and asked her out to dinner some time.” He paused as he looked down to me, pointing a finger. “Now I saw that glint in your eye. It was just enough to tell me everything I need to know.”
“Which is?” I gulped slightly.
“You care about Stu. You’re interested,” he smirked slightly. “And a little birdy once told me… He seems to be pretty interested in you too. Do with that what you will.” He seemed to shrug before walking off. “It was nice meeting you, (Y/N).”
I squinted my gaze as I watched him walk off toward his group, clapping his hand with Stuart in greeting before getting back to their own work. The boy’s eyes flickered over to me briefly, a small awkward smile creeping upon his lips before tentatively waving toward me with two fingers. Could the bump in have been on purpose?
Later that day, I sighed heavily as I slammed the empty tray over the bar counter, my calves burning and my feet throbbing with regret. Much like every other night I took up a shift at the bar, my body begged me to stop wearing heels. However, that seemed to be nearly impossible with the kind of job I had.
Even though Google provided me with a lot of things, I still had bills to pay, and the internship was just that… An internship. Meaning, I had no money whatsoever. With that being said, I took up a part time job as a waitress slash bartender at a local strip club.
Sure, I could have easily taken up a waitressing job at any other restaurant or bar, but Brass Rail was known for its huge tips. In one shift, I could easily pay for my car and phone bill. And the best part about it all, I didn’t have to take my clothes off for the money either. However, policy did state that my appearance had to be presentable. And by presentable, I mean I had to wear promiscuous outfits, especially if I wanted to make great tips for the night.
“Why don’t you take the rest of the night off?” Patty, the bartender for the night, asked as she wiped the bar counter clean. The woman was a few years older, but she had become a really close friend of mine and she most definitely looked out for me. “You’ve been working hard for the past couple of days. And besides, shouldn’t you be back at home working with your team to create that new app or whatever?”
“No, Graham got it all covered,” I said with a roll of my eyes.
“Either way, I think we’ve got it covered. The night’s still young, maybe you should go out and have some fun!” Patty encouraged as her lips curved into a playful smile. “Maybe find yourself a cute boy or something. You’re always too busy with your internship and here that you never have any time for yourself. Find yourself a cutie.” It took me a minute to realize she was nodding toward the entrance. “Kinda like that one.”
My eyes flew over to the door, quickly landing on the familiar boy that stood at the front of his group, nose buried deep into his phone. Instantly, I felt my eyes go wide as I caught sight of his friend and team mate, Nick. He quickly grinned as he noticed me and began reaching out for Stuart, who didn’t bother to acknowledge him.
“Oh no,” I gasped, quickly spinning around and gripping at the counter behind me.
“What?” Patty asked. “What’s the matter, sugar?”
“I—I know him,” I stammered.
The music continued to blare throughout the club, the bass bouncing, while Patty took a moment to herself and gasping.
“Ahhh! I see where this is going!” she shouted over the sound. “You like the boy, don’t cha?”
“Kinda,” I admitted guiltily as I turned back to her feeling myself wanting to panic. “But he’s never noticed me.”
“Then make him notice you,” Patty smirked. I gasped as she suddenly reached over the counter and toward my already see-through romper, ripping at the buttons in order to reveal more of my black laced bralette and stopping just an inch before my belly button. She ran her hands through my hair, adjusting it before turning me back to face the group. “Now grow some ovaries and go to him!”
I stared at the boy with wide eyes for a moment before sucking in a deep breath and starting my way over to them. You could do this. You got this, (Y/N). “By the way! You’re officially off the clock! So whatever you do from here on out won’t be held against you!” Patty shouted after me.
“Show you to your table?” One of the topless girls asked as she approached the group. Her eyes landed on Stuart, about to make a move before I stopped her in her tracks.
“I’ll take care of this one,” I assured her with a small smile. He hadn’t bothered to tear his gaze away from his phone.
“Great big world out there, my friend,” Nick said, his fingers making their way under the boy’s chin. “Just three inches up, I beg you.”
His eyes slowly lifted, growing slightly as he finally noticed who stood before him. I bit my lower lip as I felt a surge of confidence grow from within me.
“Hey,” I greeted simply.
“Hey,” he said breathlessly.
“(Y/N),” he nodded, seeming dazed. “I know.”
Nick’s lips curved into a huge grin as he pushed him toward me.
“Experience the world, Stewie,” he encouraged. “There’s a whole lot more outside that phone screen.” I looked over to Nick, nodding in appreciating before turning back to the dazed boy that stood before me.
“What—what are you doing here?” Stuart asked.
“I work here,” I responded, taking his hand and leading them to their table.
“I’m not a stripper,” I laughed as I turned over my shoulder to look at him. “I’m a waitress slash bartender. I needed something to pay the bills while I’m doing this internship at Google.”
“In that case, you can hook us up right?” Nick asked as he rushed his way forward. I grinned and nodded.
“Shots on me, guys,” I said, coming to a stop and turning over to Stuart. “But only if this one dances with me after.”
He pushed on his glasses and opened his mouth as he turned to his friends, unsure of what to say before Nick and the others nodded in encouragement.
“O—Okay,” Stuart agreed.
Everybody cheered as I made my way over to the table, carrying the large tray containing the fourteen shots of tequila.
“Before we do this, (Y/N), meet Billy, Lyle, Neha, Yo-Yo, and of course you know Stuart,” Nick quickly tried to introduce as he clapped his two hands together. “Now we can all indulge into some good ol’ shots knowing each other’s names! Let’s go!”
“It’s about time this group had a night,” the other man, known as Billy said.
“Let the good times roll!” Nick shouted.
“Bingo!” Billy agreed.
“There’s two for everyone,” I grinned as I placed the tray down and my way over in order to sit next to Stuart.
“Alright, here we go!” Nick cheered, picking up a shot and handing it over to the boy known as Yo-Yo. “Bottoms up, bud!”
“Oh, I—I can’t,” he stammered.
“What? You’re twenty-one right?” Nick asked.
“Yeah, but my mom says alcohol numbs the brain,” Yo-Yo shook his head.
“Look, I’m not saying a shot of tequila’s the first step on the journey to self-respect, but goddamn, maybe it’s a step in the right direction. Maybe?” Nick finished off, handing him the shot as we all took one in our hands. “Your call.”
The boy hesitated for a moment.
“One shot!” Yo-Yo finally said, holding up a finger rather sternly.
“You’re gonna want that other one, dude,” I grinned as I edged myself closer to the table, holding out my shot.
“Anyways, CHEERS!” Billy shouted as we all brought our shot glasses and clanged them together before taking the swig of alcohol.
“To the night you’ll never remember!” Nick cheered.
We all turned to Yo-Yo as he was the last to take his shot. He hesitated for a moment before forcing the liquid down and shutting his eyes tightly. We all waited for a moment as he shot up out of his seat and began screaming.
“YEAH!” He shouted.
“All right!” Everyone cheered.
“One more!” Yo-Yo cried out, reaching out for his other shot glass.
I gripped at Stuart’s hand and intertwined our fingers the minute we finished our last shot and began leading him to a clear opening. Whether it was the new found confidence that began blossoming after Patty or maybe it was the tequila taking over, I felt myself growing comfortable enough to dance.
“Holy shit,” Stuart breathed out as I turned my back to him and wrapped his hands around my waist, moving my hips along with the rhythm. I gave a satisfied smirk as I pressed myself against him, allowing him to move along with me.
We had gotten halfway through the song, grinding against one another before he stopped. Stuart quickly turned me around, keeping his hands over my waist while I wrapped my arms around his neck, enjoying the closeness.
“Can we talk?” He finally asked, gulping slightly.
My smile faded as I looked up to him, letting my hands slide down from his shoulders to his chest.
“Yeah sure,” I nodded. He took up my hand and lead me back to the table, where the rest of the interns had cleared up in order to have their own fun. We both sat down, Stuart instantly dropping his hold on my hand before wiping it against his jeans and looking down.
“Uh. I—I have to confess something,” he stammered.
“What is it?” I asked, my brows furrowing slightly, attempting to scoot closer to him.
He hesitated for a moment, noticing the closing space between us.
“Is it horrible timing to say I’ve liked you since freshman year of high school?” He asked. My smile faded slightly as my eyes widened. “Maybe it’s the tequila talking…”
“N—No. I—I mean, you have?”
He simply nodded.
“I just never thought I’d even get the chance to do this with you,” he admitted, finally finding the courage within himself to turn to me and motioning between the two of us. “I always figured you didn’t know I even existed. I mean, I know I’m not the greatest person ever. I don’t like people and I hide behind snarky comments, so I come off as an asshole, but…” His eyes softened. “I like you. You’ve been the only person I’ve ever really liked.”
I kept my silence as my expression lifted in awe.
“When I saw that you took this internship at Google, you were the only person I wanted to team up with. Especially knowing your background. I mean, you were Valedictorian in high school, so obviously you’re really smart—like, really smart. So, when I saw you walk in through those doors, I thought… maybe this is my second chance, my time to grow some balls and actually talk to you and work with you, but then I saw Graham beat me to it, so I gave up,” he lowered his gaze again as he shrugged. “I grew bitter. Became more of an asshole… I just didn’t want to team up with anybody else.” I pressed my lips together as I felt myself smile.
“I like you too, Stuart,” I finally said, taking up his hand. He looked up to me, surprise lining his features. “If I’m being honest, I’ve liked you since freshman year too. I just didn’t have the courage to talk to you and get to know you better back then.”
His lips curved into a small smirk as looked to me from the corner of his eye, a new sort of confidence about him showing.
“Well, in that case… wanna start over?”
I chuckled and felt my smile turn into a grin.
“I’d like that,” I nodded.
“Drinks?!” I heard a familiar voice shout over the booming music. Quickly turning over, I finally noticed Patty standing around with a tray full of shots, a smirk plastered over her face.
“YEAH!” Yo-Yo cheered as the others came swarming in for their drinks.
After a few more shots and other various drinks, both Stuart and I began to loosen up. Talking and laughing the night away. Just a few feet ahead of us Neha began bouncing up and down, before running up and taking me by the hands and leading me to the dancefloor. I quickly turned back and grabbed a hold of Stuart’s hand, bringing him along.
The beat began to pick up and I moved my body to the rhythm while Neha tried to grind against me. I laughed as Stuart stood back, dancing about rather awkwardly. An idea suddenly sparked as Neha was dragged away by one of the various strippers in order to receive a lap dance. The tequila was definitely taking over this time.
I led Stuart back to the table before tossing him back into the comfortable chairs. His glasses fumbled a bit before he pushed them back with a laugh. I smirked before quickly climbing over him, straddling him and giving into the music. My first official lap dance over the guy I had been crushing on for six years.
My hands ran through his dark hair, his glasses messing up along the process as I drew closer to his face. His own hands made their way down to my hips, moving me along his lap. I smirked as I lowered myself just inches away from his lips.
“Look at what we got cooking here!” Billy laughed as we both continued to move along. “Ready?” I snorted and moved in order to rest my head over Stuart’s shoulder as the giggling took over the minute a flash of light spotted over us and Billy finished taking our picture.
“Exchangeagram moment, bitches!” he cried out, while the two guys high fived.
I threw my head back and laughed as I continued to grind against the boy once Billy left us to our private moment. The tequila was definitely talking for me as I lowered myself once again, my body not bothering to stop. My hands gripped at Stuart’s face as he watched in amazement, slowly lowering them down to his shoulders. I bit the corner of my lip for a moment as I drew closer to him. He stopped, having caught on as one of his hands made their way over to the crook of my neck. Our breaths slowed down as they came out in low shallow huffs. Without further hesitation, we both collided, our lips finally connecting. Whether it was the alcohol or something more, my head swirled and for a moment I could have sworn that sparks flew from all around. The whole place seemed to grow quiet for a moment. It was just the two of us and from deep inside, I felt a surge of emotions begin to pour out into the long awaited kiss. The moment I had been anticipating was finally happening and it completely surpassed any fantasy I had ever had. He was an amazing kisser and the chemistry was beyond what I had ever imagined. The make out session ensued the minute we began to move our lips against one another.
“(Y/N)?!” A familiar voice called out from behind. I quickly pulled away with a gasp, my whole body tensing up. “What the hell are you doing with these losers?!”
“Graham,” I muttered, turning my attention to the boy.
“I’ve been calling you fifty thousand times,” he held out his phone, his brows merging. “Zach said you’d be at work, but I see you’ve been doing far more than just work.”
I quickly climbed off of Stuart and looked down in shame. Even though I hated the guy, I didn’t want to be kicked off the team. It was still a great opportunity to work at Google, even if that meant I had to deal with Graham the entire time. If I was kicked out, there went my chances.
“You’re coming back with me,” he demanded, snatching up my wrist and pulling me with him. “We have work to do!” I tried to yank myself away, but it was useless. Turning back, I noticed the anger flicker over Stuart’s face as I stared back apologetically, stumbling behind Graham. It was bound to happen, being a part of his team, I wasn’t allowed to interact with the competition. Especially Stuart.
“Whoa, whoa, whoa,” Nick held out his hands in the air as he stepped between the exit and Graham. “What seems to be the problem here?”
“It’s not any of your business, old geezers,” he spat out, attempting to maneuver past the two.
“Come on take it easy,” Nick grinned as a few other guys began approaching the scene. Graham’s posse no doubt. “Is this the Jets and the Sharks all of a sudden? Montague and Capulets?” Stuart pushed his way through, finally facing Graham and his grip suddenly tightened around my wrist. He smirked as he pulled my body closer to him, wrapping an arm around my waist. I cringed and tried to push away from him as he lowered his face to mine.
“(Y/N) is part of my team. She’s my girl, isn’t that right, sweetheart?” He drawled out as he tried to kiss my cheek. My brows furrowed and I pushed him back, the anger I felt obvious by now.
“I’m not your girl!” I spat back. This seemed to please him as he gave a laugh.
“She sure loves to play hard to get,” Graham smirked, turning to the others. “Now, if you’ll excuse us. We need to get back on track to beating you guys.” He turned to me, wrapping an arm around my waist. “Come on beautiful.”
I made a face and tried to push away his arm.
“Get off of me—”
“Don’t touch her,” Stuart grumbled, stepping before the two grown men that tried to hold him back, his hands shaking as he balled them into fists. Yo-Yo, Neha, and Lyle soon appeared just behind.
“Oh yeah?” Graham huffed, seeming amused. “What are you going to do about it?”
I gasped as the strobe lights suddenly turned on and the fighting began. Stuart was the first to throw a punch and lock against Graham’s jaw. Indistinct shouts began to echo throughout the place as the others joined in.
“Stop!” I cried out, trying to pull Stuart away from Graham.
“AHHHHH!!!!” Yo-Yo ferociously yelled as he climbed over a table and jumped on someone’s back. I shrieked and stepped back as Graham fell over on his back, Stuart punching furiously.
“STOP!” I shouted again.
“Stay away from MY girl!” Stuart cried out, his hands gripping at Graham’s collar before raising him for a second and slamming him right back down. My eyes widened slightly as I stared in both shock and awe. He had called me his girl.
“My mother hits harder than you!” Yo-Yo shouted, instantly snapping me back into reality.
“YEAH! Down goes Frazier! Whoo!” Neha cheered as she kicked someone’s groin. “What’s up—oh, shit!”
My eyes widened as the security guards all began rushing in, picking up the girl and attempting to escort her out.
“See you again! I’ll kill you!” she shouted as she struggled against them. “Hide your kids! Hide your wife!”
One of the bigger ones finally managed to yank Stuart away from Graham.
“That’s how you party!” Stuart shouted in pride before being escorted out. I pressed my lips together as I fought back my laugh before attempting to follow after.
“(Y/N)! Where the hell do you think you’re going?!” The boy cried out, his body still laid out as he tried to raise himself on his elbows. “Get back here!”
I stopped and turned to him, my expression hardening. Maybe I would regret my decision later, but I had had enough of Graham for one night.
“No,” I responded. “Find yourself another team member. I quit!”
“You can’t quit! You’re mine!”
“No,” I shook my head. “I’m Stuart’s now.”
Just a few steps ahead, the boy stopped and looked to me in awe as I turned to him with a smile. Stuart suddenly grunted as the security guard kneed him and pushed on to get them out. My eyes widened and I quickly rushed over to help.
“We’re too hot to party!” Yo-Yo shouted as a security guard yanked on his collar. “That’s why they got to kick us out! Cause they’re gonna call the fire department! Why don’t you bring it outside the party?!”
“WHOOO!” Lyle cheered on.
“No more fun, c’mon,” Nick sighed as he grabbed a hold of the two boys and led them out.
Stuart and I sat back on one of the picnic tables by the Golden Gate Bridge, one of the few spots made to take in the beauty of it all. The boy groaned slightly as I lightly tried to clean up his wounds. I made a face and chuckled as he lightly pushed my hand away, not being able to stand the pain.
“You really took a beating back there,” I muttered.
“Well, I couldn’t stand around and let that asshole disrespect you like that,” he grumbled, his eyes glued onto the bridge.
“Would you look at that view?” Nick sighed out as he made his way closer to us, clapping a hand on Stuart’s back and causing him to wince in pain. “Buddy, you were an animal out there tonight!”
“Right,” Stuart scoffed, resting his elbows over his knees and looking down.
“No, you were!” Nick shook his head. “I’m sure (Y/N) agrees with me!”
I simply nodded.
“Thanks for standing up for me,” I smiled, keeping my gaze on him. Reaching out for his hand, he turned to me for a moment as we intertwined our fingers and I scoot my way closer to him, resting my head over his shoulder.
“Awe, would you look at that? Looks like you two really hit it off,” Nick grinned. “Glad my plan worked!”
“You set this whole thing up?” Stuart asked, his eyes squinted as he turned to the man in disbelief. He gave a shrug as he stuffed his hands into his jean pockets.
“I had a hunch you two had a little somethin’ somethin’ so I thought why not?” Nick chuckled. “It sure got you to loosen up, Stewie. Plus, I figured it’d give me some brownie points so you’d warm up to me.” Stuart fought back a smile before turning to me as I nuzzled myself closer to him.
“Thanks man,” he said, turning back to Nick.
“What up with it, hot thing,” Lyle continued to sing along, making his way over to us as he texted away. “Hot thing, hot thing…”
“Lyle!” Nick called out. “Looks like you also hit it off tonight. Saffron, right?”
“Yeah, I’m texting her that I love her and I’m sending her this picture I just took of little Lyle when he made pee in the bushes,” he slurred. “Look, he’s winking!”
“No, Lyle. Lyle, Lyle, that’s a horrible idea,” Nick shook his head. “Please don’t do that. You’re drunk off your ass.”
“I appreciate your concern, but I’m flying, baby,” Lyle responded with a high pitched chuckle.
“Okay, Lyle, you’re not flying,” Billy joined in, shaking his head. “What’s seventeen squared?”
“Two eighty-nine. Why?” Lyle asked.
“Give me a harder question that that,” Billy sighed as he turned to us. “You know where I’m driving with this.”
“Try, uh, maybe square root of seventeen,” Stuart suggested.
“Like, four point twenty-three? Maybe?” Lyle answered uncertainly, his expression becoming puzzled for a moment.
“That’s the app,” Nick gasped. “That’s the app we should do right there!”
“What?” Billy asked. My brows furrowed slightly as I sat up straighter, not bothering to drop my hold on Stuart.
“Some quiz questions you gotta answer before you can send a drunk text or a drunk email or phone call. Something to protect you from yourself,” Nick continued.
“Wait, you guys still haven’t come up with an app yet?” I asked.
“No,” Stuart shook his head.
“Well, that’s actually a pretty good idea,” I nodded.
“Can we do that?” Billy asked.
“Hells yeah, we could do that,” Neha scoffed out with a nod.
“Are you shitting me? I could program the shit out of that bitch on the bus ride home,” Yo-Yo slurred as he kept his laid down position.
“I could help with the customization and settings,” I suggested, my eyes landing on the drunk boy. “Considering the condition of the main operator.”
“Wait… You’re going to help us?” Billy asked, his expression twisting into that of confusion. “I thought you were with Graham.”
I grimaced as I looked down and tried to force a smile.
“Actually, I don’t belong to any team now, so there goes my internship,” I shrugged. “Which means you guys aren’t the competition anymore, so I could definitely help.”
Nick and Billy turned to one another while the others looked amongst each other. Their expressions lit up as they finally looked to me.
“(Y/N), how would you like to be one of our fellow Nooglers?” Nick offered. My eyes widened and I felt myself grin.
“Are you serious?”
“Yeah, can’t leave Stewie’s girlfriend behind now, can we?” Nick chuckled.
“I’m in!” I huffed out in excitement.
“C’mon then!” Billy began standing up.
“Let’s roll!” Nick announced. “Let’s get back to HQ!”
“Hey, wait, wait,” Stuart stopped everyone. “Let’s—let’s stay, like, five minutes, you know?” His eyes flickered over to me. “Just enjoy the view a little more.”
“Yeah, all right,” Nick agreed.
“Okay!” Billy sighed out and sat back.
Stuart hesitated for a moment as he looked directly into my eyes, his face slowly inching closer to mine. Before I knew it, he took up the crook of my neck and our lips gently met for a moment. From all around, I could hear the rest of the group start to cheer, causing us to laugh through the kiss and ultimately break away. I rested my head over Stuart’s shoulder as he pulled me closer, our eyes landing back to the rising sun over the ocean. What a way to end the night.
(A/N Crystal): Okay I know this blog is supposed to be Teen Wolf related but omg I had to because Stuart is just ugh. Beautiful. Anyways. I’m so sorry for the quality. I’ve been locked out from my computer so had to post through phone. Sorry for any mistakes! Hope you guys enjoyed!
Maybe you can do a Gabriel one-shot where the reader gets trapped in TV land with Sam and Dean and he’s super flirty and you can put them in current TV shows. That’d be really cool c:
I thought this would be great for Sweet Treat Saturday! I liked writing this fic! So I hope you all love it! <3 Feedback is welcomed and appreciated C: (btw sorry this was posted so late, unexpected things came up, but it’s all good!)
When Sam and Dean told you about the Trickster, you never expected to actually meet him. Today was your lucky day. You followed Sam and Dean into the building. As soon as the door shut behind you it was like you were in a whole new world. You were dressed as a nurse; Dean and Sam were dressed as doctors.
Dean and Sam turned around to face you. Their reaction to you dressed as a nurse made you roll your eyes. “Stop the staring you two,” you muttered, brushing past them.
As you walked through the hall, things got even more weird. Sam was slapped in the face by some woman none of you knew. “We’re in the show Dr. Sexy M.D.,” Dean informed you and Sam.
“Personally I prefer game shows, but if this is what you’re into,” you snorted, looking down the hall.
When I saw this, I imagined myself as Stanley, looking at Lefou (hoping he or no one catches him), gushing and fanboying over him. I would love to see a fanart of this so badly. ;-;
And I wrote this based that idea:
“Adorable. Just absolutely breathtaking. There are no amount of words that can describe what I am seeing and every time I do look, I feel like the world around me is frozen in time.” Stanley thought to himself as he peaked his head from behind a wall, looking into the distance.
"Gaston, there is certain damsel in distress.” Lefou said to Gaston, who was too busy looking into a mirror to look at Lefou. Stanley let out a sigh. Stanley was so in love with Lefou but was so scared about admitting his true feelings for him.
"Lefou, my love. If only you knew how I truly felt about you. To me, you are the most beautiful man in the world, not Gaston and if only he knew how truly amazing you really are. The way you speak makes my heart sing and when I hear you voice, my mind feels like mush. Your smile makes the cloudiest of days seems like sunshine. I want him to be mine and mine only. I want to give him the world and so much more. All the poetry, songs, hugs, kisses and the most cutest materials for his bows, both for neck and hair I would give you and in abundance. Hold you against me as we dance, looking into your eyes and yours only. ..Among others things I would like to do to you as well that are a bit more passionate, heated…impure. …Oh, if only I was not so scared..it would make things a whole lot easier in my life and make me feel less like a stalker..” Stanley thought to himself once against he slightly blushed. Stanley snapped out of his thoughts as he heard Lefou speak once again to Gaston.
"Gaston…” Lefou said, getting a bit irritated as he was waiting on Gaston.
"Oh, right! Hero time. Come one, Lefou!” Gaston said as he took once last glance in the mirror and began to walk away. Lefou walked over to the mirror to take at himself for a couple of seconds.
"A true and fine specimen of a man Lefou is. He may not think he is attractive but I do and I will always let him know that whenever he feels down about himself.” Stanley quietly said to himself. Lefou then adjusted himself and walked away to catch up with Gaston. Stanley peaked out more at Lefou as he walked away until he was out of sight. Stanley let out another sigh as he leaned against the wall.
"One day, Lefou, you and I will together but for now..I will just have to look from afar and just dream about it for just a while more. About you…about..us.”
You followed Negan down the hallway to his room, being sure to check over your shoulder every now and then, just to make sure he wasn’t setting you up. He opened the door to his room and you walked in, looking around.
“Where’s Amber?” An attitude was rising in your voice.
Negan turned around, cutting his eyes at you, “In her room. Where the fuck else would she be?”
“I don’t know. I figured she was still here.” You said, crossing your arms.
“Fuck no. Like I said, darlin’, I don’t want any company. She is exactly where the fuck she is supposed to be, kind of like you, you should have been in your damn room too.” He pointed to you, with the whiskey bottle still in his hand, “What the fuck were you doing with Dwight?”
You smiled smugly. “I was just talking to him. What’s it to you?”
He gritted his teeth. “Because, darlin’, you’re mine and I don’t trust Dwight with my women after last time, maybe you noticed how one side of his face looks like fuckin’ shit. He got a punishment because he fucked Sherry behind my back.”
You scoffed, “Sherry was his real wife.”
“It doesn’t make a fuckin’ fuck to me. This a is a New World Order, sweetheart and there are rules.” He growled.
You bit your lip and shot him a wicked smile. “What’s the matter baby, are you jealous? Are you scared Dwight was thinking about fucking me right there on that table?”
Negan’s face instantly twisted with anger and he threw the whiskey bottle at the wall and it shattered, spraying glass everywhere.
He grabbed you by the neck and pinned your back against a wall.
“Darlin’, what’s it gonna take for you to stop back talking me? Everyday is something. I’ll admit it, it gets my dick fuckin’ hard, but it also gets under my goddamn skin.” He growled before he crashed his lips hard into yours, you gave in and kissed him back, his tongue sliding over your delicate lips and you coukd alreadybfeel yoirseld getting wet.
After a moment of weakness you came to your senses and pushed him off of you. He quickly backed away, holding his hands up, with Lucille still in hand.
“What the fuck is wrong with you?” He demanded, furrowing his brows, his eyes were burning into you.
“You really think I’m gonna let you fuck me, right after you fucked Amber?” You snarled, with anger in your face as you stared back into his eyes.
“Yeah, so? She’s fuckin’ clean. The doctor checked her out before we ever even fucked the first time.”
“That’s not the fucking point.”
“Then what the fuck is the fuckin’ point, sweetheart!?” He bellowed, slamming a free hand against the wall.
You shook your head and threw your hands up, “I don’t fucking know.. but I think being a wife was a mistake and I think I would rather work for points like I had originally planned.”
Negan curled his lip and shrugged, “Fine, darlin’. It’s no skin off my fuckin’ teeth. But just know that all your privileges are fuckin’ gone. That means that you will obey me, you will fuckin’ work-” He moved in closer, putting his face inches from yours and proped Lucille on the wall above your head, “..And you will kneel.” He growled.
You hadn’t noticed until now just how much he towered over you. A bit of fear crept into you as he stood there, so angry and in your face. But you didn’t show it, you were much like Negan in a way, you were both extremely proud creatures. Although, you were in denial that you were like him.
You said nothing back and all you did was nod.
“It’s a fuckin’ shame, babydoll. You are the hottest fuckin’ wife out of them all.” He shook his head, leaning back up.
You turned quickly and headed to the door, you opened it, but turned back to look at him.
“It’s not that I didn’t wanna be a wife, but I can’t deal with Amber. You should know she threatened me.”
He rolled his eyes, “I’m not into fuckin’ monogamy, sweetheart. And you two better cut your back and forth shit out, she’s not gonna do shit anyway. Bitch couldn’t fight her way out of a wet paper sack. What are you gonna do, baby doll, fuckin’ kill her?”
“Let her try to hurt me and you’ll find out.” You growled back and left the room.
The next morning there was a loud knock on your door. It seemed like someone was always banging on your door lately.
“Come in.” You said in a dull tone.
The door opened and Simon was standing there, “You ready to go? You got work to do today.”
“Yeah, what am I doing?” You sighed, sliding on your boots.
“You’re back on laundry duty for the wives, same as last time.” He said, tapping his foot on the ground impatiently.
“Where’s Negan?” You asked.
“He’s gone. Besides, you aren’t a wife anymore, so unless he asks for you, you can’t just bother him anytime you want. You work for points now, so get your shit together and get downstairs and do your job.” He said flatly. He turned and left without another word.
You rolled your eyes, standing up and kicked the cot, making it rise off the floor. You were angry, he was putting you back on this just to fuck with you, knowing that you and Amber despised eachother. It was almost as if he wanted to see a fight between you two. You took a deep breathe and walked out of the room, you went downstairs and outside back to where the washtub was.
The wives were all standing around it with their clothes in hand, waiting.
Amber had a shit eating grin on her face, the bandage still attached to her nose.
You walked up to them and Amber quickly thrust the basket into your chest making you wobble at the force she used.
“Here are my clothes. Do a better fucking job this time, or I’m gonna tell Daddy.”
You rolled your eyes, snatching the basket, trying to get your anger under control.
“Yeah, and what’s he gonna do?” You gritted your teeth.
She gave you a smile, “Well, maybe you’ll get Lucille - like you deserve.”
You dropped the basket, “Look here bitch-” You started, but before you could finish, she pushed you back and you stood there in shock before you pushed her back.
You both stood there, waiting for eachother to make a move.
“Whats going on over here?” You heard a familiar voice, but knew it wasn’t Negan. You turned to see Dwight approaching, “Is there a problem?” He asked, looking at you and Amber in your standoff.
“Not at all.” Amber said flirtatiously, “(Y/N) just isn’t doing her job like she’s supposed to.”
Dwight looked to you and back to Amber, “Well, I’ll handle it from here. If she doesn’t do what she’s supposed to do, I’ll tell Negan.”
Amber smiled big, “Okay, thanks, Dwighty.” She winked before heading of with the rest of the wives.
You balled your fists and cursed under your breathe, picking up the basket and setting it on a table adjacent to the washtub.
Dwight looked over to you and sighed.
“Look, you gotta do your job, or I’ll have to tell Negan. You aren’t a wife anymore, you can’t just walk around doing what you want.”
“God, what did he do, tell everybody I’m not a fucking wife anymore?” You huffed while putting some clothes into the cold water.
“Yeah, Simon and me, that way we could report back to him that you’re actually working. Just do your job and keep your mouth shut if you wanna earn points. I’ll be back later on see if you get any.” He ordered and walked away.
You worked the rest of the time in silence as you washed the clothes, taking your time on each garment.
You knew you were now on thin ice and didn’t wanna offset anything more than it already was.
You didn’t wanna give up being a wife, you had feelings for Negan, but you couldnt deal with the other wives. Hell, you didn’t even have a problem submitting to him, you liked it, actually. But knowing he had other women hurt you in such a way that you’d rather not be involved.
After about 2 hours of handwashing, you were done. You hung the clothes on the line to dry and waited to be inspected.
Dwight finally came up after about 30 minutes.
He looked over all the clothes and counted how many clothing pieces there were.
“You got about 20 things washed here; for the day that earns you about 10 points.”
“Only 10? What about my suffering for washing Amber’s fucking underwear.”
Dwight was writing on a note pad and tore a piece of paper off and handed it to you, “Not my problem. This is your points, take it to supply or save it if you want, this is your pay.”
You looked down at the paper, it had your name, what your job was and how many items of clothing you had washed, along with Negan’s signature and Dwight’s as supervisor.
“Jesus Christ..” You whispered, “How fancy.” You said and rolled your eyes.
You crumpled up the paper and shoved it into your pocket. You didn’t even wanna get anything with it.
The sun was starting to set and the sky was a mix of purple and orange.
You were starting to head inside when you heard the creak of the large steel doors to the sanctuary open.
You looked over to see Neagn and about 20 of his men piling back into the sanctuary. He had Lucille high on his shoulder, covered in blood, smiling proudly. Everyone simultaneously kneeled as he walked past them, but you didnt.
Negan took immediate notice since he had his eyes on you from the time he walked in. He walked over to you, “You fuckin’ forgetting something, darlin’?” He smiled, showing straight white teeth.
“No.” You said, blank faced.
He made an “Mmm” sound with his mouth.
“I thought I told you to fuckin’ kneel?”
His men were all staring at you now, probably wondering if they were about to witness Negan beat one of his former wives to death. Negan took notice at his men - still on their knees - staring at the both of you and you challenging his authority as usual.
He took Lucille from his shoulder and pointed her bloody end at you, “Look at that shit, baby doll. You see that blood and those bits of flesh?”
He smiled as he saw you staring at the blood dripping from the barbed-wire.
“Yeah.” You said shakily.
“Mhm, good. So, you can fuckin’ see atleast. Well, that is what is left of someone else who didn’t wanna kneel.. You see where I’m getting at here, don’t you?” He chuckled.
You decided now wasn’t the time to push things any farther. You reluctantly lowered yourself onto your knees, looking up at him.
“Hell yeah, that’s what I like to fuckin’ see. Some goddamn cooperation. And might I say, darlin’,” he placed a hand on hisnleathee clad chest, “Seeing you down like that is a good fuckin’ look. Too bad you’re not a wife, I have a good use for that position.” He said with a wink, he walked away from and turned back.
“Goddamn, that ass still looks sweet as fuck.” He whistled and continued on.
And even though you seemed to be in an intense game of cat and mouse at the moment, it still turned you on to hear him talk to you in that way, his charisma and charm was too much to withstand.
A/N: This is part two to the fic earlier ( Think Again )! This was a request from @flufy07! I thought it would make a great part two! I hope you all enjoy! Feedback is welcomed and appreciated! I love you all so much <3
A year later, you were on your way back home to your place after a hard day at work. You moved out of your old apartment and into a small house. After an incident involving your stalking and abusive ex, you decided that you didn’t want to live in your apartment anymore. LaSalle helped you find a place you were comfortable with. Thankfully, LaSalle found you one only a few days after it happened. Even though the two of you were still dating, you didn’t want to burden LaSalle.
You heard your phone ring, but you let it go to voicemail. You would listen to it when you got home. You were sure that it was only your mom calling to check up on you. Ever since the incident, she checked on you a few times a week.
As you pulled your car into the driveway, you unlocked your phone. You took the keys out of your ignition, getting out of the car as you listened to the voicemail. It wasn’t a number you recognized. You stopped dead in your tracks as a familiar voice came through the speaker. It was your ex, Mike Bowlan. He was out of jail and hell bent on making you pay for putting him there.
*SEND REQUESTS* Pietro Maximoff Imagine: Little Picture Words: 1.5K Masterlist: x
Sweat coated your skin fully, your breath was shaking, your body panting as you attempted to take of the gloves struggling until a silver haired goofball did it for you. Pietro had been training in the gym also, working on the weights, although keeping an eye on you and the punching bag, making sure you were doing it correctly to not hurt yourself. He always looked out for you like that, I mean you were a big girl, you could take care of yourself but Pietro hated taking risks and would rather take care of his best friend.
“Ah, princessa, you look drained maybe go shower no?” Pietro suggested wrapping his sweaty and sore arms around you placing his chin on your head, neither of you ever really caring about the sweat or the aches in your muscles, you were both just completely enjoying the moment.
“Meet you in half an hour in the lounge, i’m making my favourite for me and you” he spoke placing a kiss on your forehead before you teletported back to your room. The perk of teleportation was that after workout you didn’t have to traipse yourself back u the stairs.
The shower was quick, you loved the feeling on your sore back muscles, but your legs could barely hold you so you cut it short, leaving your short hair to dry as you pulled on yoga pants and Pietro’s old shirts.
“Hey, princessa, thats where my shirt went” he noted as you walked into the lounge, him just finishing preparing the worlds best grilled cheese; you should have known it would be this. “You know what would be great with this?” he questioned handing you a plate as he began to root back through the cupboards. “Vodka aha!” he exclaimed running back into the lounge and taking a bite of his grilled cheese, you trying to click open the bottle of strong alcohol that would make your night more interesting.
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Hours must have passed and you literally felt amazing, you were so incredibly drunk, about th same as Pietro whilst you both giggled to yourselves, Pietro’s hands squishing your face.
“Ah, princessa, your beautiful face is all, squished up!” he laughed making you giggle too, he could have said anything and you would have laughed that’s how far gone you were.
“Pietro your hands are so cold” you whined him laughing and pulling you closer so you were almost straddling him, you were both too drunk to realise this was dangerous territory for friends.
“Better?” he asked his wands now around your waist, the cold feeling easing, as Pietro began to kiss your neck a little.
“P. This isn’t a good idea,” you whisper out, you trying desperately to be sober enough to stop before damage is done.
“Why not, Y/n, I love you” he slurred the kisses starting to become small bouts of sucking certain to leave a mark.
“P, I love you too but, this isn’t the way to do this, we can talk about it in the morning. Bed, we need bed” you spoke, leaning against Pietro’s chest as he somewhat picked you up before flashing you back to his room and throwing you onto the bed.
“CUDDLE!” he yelled diving on the bed with you causing giggles to explode out of your mouth as he pulled you under the covers with you, him snuggling into you taking in the scent of perfume that he loved so much.
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“Fuck” you murmured your eyes fluttering open over the harsh light that was draining in through the window, god did your head hurt. Sitting up you began to remember last nights ‘escapades’ and realised you were no longer in his room, you were in yours; alone.
Hopping out of the bed you glanced into the mirror and saw the little purple marks that decorated your neck making you groan. “What the f-” you whispered looking around the room, trying to work out whether or not you had dreamed a part of this.
Once you had finally gotten partially ready you decided to head downstairs and get some aspirin because god was vodka rough on you. The steps took longer than normal, partly because your muscles were collapsing underneath you and partly because each step sent shots of pain to your head, although after walking in a very funny fashion you made it to the kitchen.
“Morning drunky” Nat spoke, seeing you approach the kitchen in your hungover state. “Who was the lucky guy huh?” she questioned noticing the small purple bruises and chuckling, you blushing as you poured yourself some coffee and took a couple of aspirin, hoping the would act fast.
“Er there isn’t a lucky guy” you chuckled taking a sip of the disgusting coffee but knowing it would wake you up. “Calling bull y/n, look!” she spoke walking over and examining your neck, “Whoever did this knew what they were doing I mean, there’s even freaking beard burn” she chuckled “Who did this?” she asked giving you the death glare. Before you had a chance Pietro walked into the room rubbing his head groaning from his hangover.
Natasha looked at him and back at you giving you the glance of ‘OH MY GOD NO. YOU DID NOT DO THAT WITH YOUR BEST FRIEND’ before turning back to look at her suddenly now very interesting coffee.
“Morning” he called out neither of you really answering, Natasha just giving him a weak smile before slipping out of the kitchen not wanting to be a part of this. “Does your head hurt as much as mine princessa” he asked taking the aspirin packet and getting two for himself before using your coffee to down them.
“Jesus y/n, what’s on your nec- oh shit that was, shit that was me wasn’t it?” he groaned once again realising what he had done. “Y/n, I am so sorry I hurt you, I didn’t mean to, here let me kiss them better” he pleaded attempting to place his lips over the bruised marks but you flinched.
“P, I don’t think you should be doing that anymore, er you said some pretty heavy stuff last night” you spoke the words hitting off your tongue harsher than what you had meant.
“What that I love you? Yeah I know I said that, I mean is it really that much of a surprise?” he asked as you turned back towards the counter, his chest against your back, his hot breath hitting your shoulder making you shudder. “Y/n, of course I love you, you are the woman I love, I don’t have a big picture of the world, I have a little picture, Wanda and you, that’s my picture, my priorities, and if it takes some Vodka to give me enough courage to tell you that then so be it. But I do, I fucking love you. I love every fucking inch of you, I love the little dimple in the bottom of your chin, I love the face you pull when you’re thinking, I love the fact that you get these bursts of confidence when you’re with your friends, like the time you were dancing and acting so fucking sexy and then stop and become all shy. It drives me crazy, I love every single fucking thing about you and I can’t stop myself from falling in love with you more and more each day.” his strong sokovian voice spoke as his arms found themselves around your waist, his lips back onto your neck kissing over the bruises being careful not to make any more.
“P” you whispered literally biting back tears as he spun you around so you were face to face, you could see the love he had for you, you couldn’t understand how you had missed it earlier. It must have been minutes until you spoke again, you were too busy drinking in his features, his beautiful fucking eyes that you could stare into all day, had you hypnotized.
“I love you so fucking much” you smiled as he looked down and laughed, this was new territory for the both of you but you were trying to keep your calm. Pietro took your hand in his and kissed your lips softly, you both smiling into the kiss.
“Called it!” Nat yelled, running back into the kitchen causing you to pull away from his lips, you both giggling as Nat started to yel for Clint to get down here. You knew you were gonna get teased for what just happened, but you loved him that much, you didn’t even care. Clint appeared in the doorway with a surprised looking, Nat breaking the silence withe:
Y/N stared at her phone , unable to speak. “What is it ?” Kai asked leaning in to see but Y/N turned off her phone and left it back on the nightstand. She could tell him in the morning. “Nothing.” she said. “I’ll tell you tomorrow.. Right now I just want to be with you.” ***Not telling Kai straight away that Bonnie was back wasn’t the best idea but Y/N realised it too late. The next morning she woke up in Kai’s arms but instead of the usual good morning kiss and heart eyes he usually gave her , the Kai who was holding her was furious and anger was flashing in his eyes. Somehow he always knew when she was awake and there was no point in hiding it. Y/N reached to kiss him but he turned away. “You know.” she said simply. “I was going to tell you this morning … I’m sorry.” Kai’s silence was deafening and seemed to stretch on forever. “Why?” he finally said. “Because I am selfish.” she said grimly. “And I just wanted to be with you after spending nearly the entire day not knowing where you were or what had happened to you.” She couldn’t even meet his eyes , whatever happened next was going to be her fault. A few moments passed in complete silence , then Kai lifted her chin up to make her look at him. “I’m not mad.” he said. “Well , I am but I also understand why you did that … it doesn’t make it OK and we will talk about this later , but now I have to leave.” Y/N was more confused than ever. This was bad very very bad but at least he had waited for her to wake up before he leaves , unlike the day before. “What ? Why ? Were are you going ?” Y/N asked curious , getting up right after Kai. “I’m going to see Damon. Apparently Bon-Bon stumbled another Prison World…” he said while putting on his shirt. “I’ll be back soon.” Y/N took a few steps towards him and wrapped her hands around him quickly before he has had time to push her away. “I really am sorry for not telling you earlier.” she mumbled. At first Kai didn’t hug her back and just stood there , then sighed and wrapped his arms around her , burring his face in the crook of her neck. Y/N didn’t want to let go of him but in the end there was no choice , she had to. She walked him to the door and watched him leave , just as she was about to shut the door Kai rushed back and pulled her into a kiss sweeping her off her feet. “I love you.” he said , turning around and rushing down the stairs before Y/N has had a chance to say a thing.
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Classes that day felt like Hell. Y/N couldn’t concentrate on the lecture and just kept glancing at the clock on her phone waiting for the day to be over. When finally that happened she just couldn’t wait to get home and completely decided to skip over the rave on campus. Last thing she needed was encountering Caroline who had shut her humanity off after her mother’s death. Kai came home late that night , looking completely crushed. He had seen Bonnie and tried to apologise to her for everything he had done to her in 1994 , but things hadn’t gone well. Bonnie had refused his apology. He didn’t even seem to be mad at Y/N anymore. Later that night she woke up only to find Kai starring at the ceiling with and empty expression , his eyes a little watery. He didn’t notice she had woken up , for a moment she wondered if she should let him know or not. Kai turned towards her and without saying a word , just pulled her closer to him. “You can talk to me about it , you know.” she said in a hushed voice. “Sometimes talking helps.” Kai caressed her cheek and gave her a small smile. “I can’t stop thinking about Bonnie…” he said.Y/N felt a little crack in her heart as Kai said those words. She knew there was nothing there , but it still hurt her a bit. “All the things I did to her back in 1994… How I lied to her and left her all alone…” he trailed off. Y/N snuggled closer to him. “I want to try apologising to her again. I need her forgiveness…” he said , sadness in his voice. Kai fell silent for a long moment. "Do you think she’ll ever forgive me?“ he asked. Y/N thought about it. Bonnie was a forgiving person , but this time Y/N had no idea what her friend would do. There was a high possibility that Bonnie wouldn’t forgive him after all the things he had done to her. “I don’t know …” she said finally. The next morning she found him in the living room buried in a bunch of old looking books. “Morning.” Y/N said , resting against the door frame still in her pj’s which were one of Kai’s t-shirts. “Hi.” he said smiling. It felt so nice to see him smile again. “Sorry , I’m a little busy babe , be with you in a jiffy.” Y/N smiled and walked towards him to sit on the couch. She waited patiently until he was finished before talking to him. The books he was looking through looked somewhat familiar - latin writing , pentagrams and symbols drawn on the pages. Suddenly it hit her - those were grimoars. She brought up her knees wrapping her hands around them gazing at Kai. He looked nothing like the broken person he had been the night before. A moment later Kai turned towards her noticing how she had positioned herself on the couch. “That’s very distracting.” he said smiling and leaned in to kiss her , putting his hand on her clasped hands, slowly trailing down her knee and sliding under her shirt his fingertips trailing on her tigh. “Oh … Kai…” she said , pushing him back on the couch climbing on top of him. His hands on her hips. “Can’t help it.” he said pulling her closer to him. “You look so sexy wearing my shirt.” he whispered. Y/N felt her cheeks blush. “So , what is all this about ?” she asked curious. Kai sighed and pushed her off him , a serious look on his face. “It’s about that other Prison World. You friend Caroline forced Stephan to shut off his humanity and Damon wants to get his mother out of 1903 so she can get his brother to flip it back.” he said , flipping another page. “Just have to find the right spell and the Ascendant… ”* * * “You don’t have to do any of this , Kai.” Y/N said as he was about to leave for the Salvatore house. Kai and Damon had come to an agreement of sorts - Kai will do the spell to send them to 1903 as long as Bonnie goes along so he can prove to her he has changed. “I don’t want you to do this.” she said finally. All day Y/N has had a pit in her stomach and a bad feeling about this whole thing. She knew her friends and their sudden behaviour change towards Kai seemed more suspicious to her than anything. “I want to.” he said placing his hands on her waist pulling her closer to him. “I’ll be back in no time. Stefan will get his humanity which will lead to Caroline getting back hers and … maybe then Bon-Bon will that I have changed and forgive me for all the things I did to her.” he sounded so optimistic for a moment Y/N forgot about that bad feeling she had. Kai really wanted to make things right, she just hoped her friends had pure intentions towards him. Y/N put her hands on Kai’s chest , feeling his heartbeat. “Come back to me …” she whispered as Kai lifted her chin to make her look at him. Kai smiled , the most beautiful smile in the world capable of turning even the grayest day around. He pressed his lips against hers , burying his head in the crook of her neck. “I will. Its a promise.” he said softly. “I love you.” “I love you too , Kai.” Y/N didn’t want to let go of him , she just wanted to for them to stay frozen in time - together. Kai let go of her hand and she watched him go through the door , a part of her heart shattering. Something didn’t feel right.
* * *
Y/N waited and waited for Kai to come back that night. She called him a few times but it said “no signal” . Finally she couldn’t take it anymore and headed for the Salvatore’s , anger building up inside her with every passing moment. She pulled over and got out of the car trying to calm down - anger wouldn’t accomplish much.“Bonnie Bennett…” Y/N said walking into the Salvatore house. “Care to explain what you have done with my boyfriend?” she could barely contain her anger.
Ever since Kai didn’t come home and Y/N had tried to call him over a dozen times without any luck … she knew something had happened. Specially considering Bonnie was standing before her , along with Damon who was pouring himself a drink. Bonnie glanced at Damon who just raised his glass and drank it all at once. “Where. Is. He.” Y/N nearly hissed at Bonnie. “He is gone Y/N. You are not going to see him ever again.” Bonnie said calmly. Y/N scoffed and rolled her eyes. Unbelievable. All Kai had wanted was to help them and earn Bonnie’s forgiveness and what did he get in the end ? He got stabbed in the back. Y/N gave Bonnie a slap on the cheek so hard the sound echoed for half a minute in the house. “I can’t believe you Bonnie , you too Damon. How could you do this to him? To me ?” she yelled at them. “All he wanted was your forgiveness and you had to stab him in the back because you couldn’t get it through your skull that he had changed!” “Kai hurt people , Y/N. He hurt me and even you ! People like him never change.” said Bonnie with the same calm voice not even phased by the slap she had just received. Y/N shook her head. “You are such a hypocrite , both of you ! Judging him as if you’ve never done a bad thing in your life. Unbelievable. Damon gets what he wants no matter who gets hurt in the process , isn’t it ?” “It’s for your own good too , Y/N.” said Damon. “Bonnie is right -” “Shut up , Damon! I don’t want to hear another word from any of you.” she snapped back at him. “Need I remind you he kidnapped you , stabbed you and left you for dead and if it wasn’t because of the merge you would be dead right now.” Damon said. “Then that time at the bar when he nearly killed that guy for looking at you the wrong way. Or maybe when I had to pull him off of you because he had his hands wrapped around your neck ready to kill you.” Y/N scoffed. Kai had a temper , yes , but the time Damon had pulled him off of her was an accident. Kai had felt so bad about it later , he was willing to do anything to make her forgive him and she had. Their relationship had had a rough beginning but Kai had proven over and over to her that he had changed … and whatever else he did - he wouldn’t hurt her. Not intentionally. Never. “You are both absolutely delusional ! Kai is different around me , he would never hurt me , he might be new at feelings but I know he cares about me and loves me in his own way. And I love him just the way he is.” she said , trying to fight tears back. “Either bring him back or give me the Ascendant for 1903 and I will find someone to bring him back.” Y/N said starring at both of them , her hands crossed on her chest.
“They can’t.” said a female voice behind her. Y/N turned around to find a middle aged woman with red hair dressed in clothes from the previous century. “Who are you ?” Y/N asked confused. “I am Lilly Salvatore. Damon and Stefan’s mother.” she said calmly. Oh so that’s her. Great. Another problem to deal with. she thought. Kai had told her about the reason the 1903 prison world was created. Lilly and her friends - vampire witch heretics , had left so many dead bodies the Gemini coven had felt obligated to put a stop to all the bloodshed and had sent them away. “Look , Lilly was it ? I need that Ascendant. Your son and his little sidekick ditched my boyfriend there and I want him back.” Y/N said slightly annoyed. Lilly smiled at her. A genuine smile which caught Y/N a little of guard. She had half expected Lilly to jump at her and threaten her or something. “That won’t be a problem. My friends are still there and Damon promised me we’ll to go back to get them. We can get your boyfriend back when that happens.” Lilly said with a smile. Y/N turned towards Damon , eyebrows raised and a sarcastic smile on her face. “Oh did he now… ” she said. Unbelievable , Damon was willing to cross his own mother just to get rid of Kai. Y/N turned towards Lilly. “Good luck. Your son is a backstabbing l-” She didn’t get to finish the sentence because Damon rushed over to her , putting his hand on her mouth. “Excuse her , mother. She is upset about her boyfriend - the murderous psycho we left back in 1903.” Damon said. Y/N tried to move his hand from her mouth but couldn’t. Finally she stepped on his foot with such a force he backed away a few steps , groaning in pain. She shot Damon a glare , wishing she could strangle him and turned towards Lilly. “My name is Y/N.” she said picking a piece of paper from the desk near by. “Here is my phone number. Call me when your son decides to get your friends out of 1903.” she said and left the house closing the front door with a bang so loud it knocked over a painting near the door.
~•Request: Jungkook is your ex and now you’re dating Tae. Jungkook wants you back.•~
You smile and look up as Tae kissing your cheek lovingly, “I’ll bring your hot chocolate, jagi.”
You laughed lightly, pulling your sweater more over your cleavage. “Thank you.” You scrunch up your face as he kisses you again before running off.
“So,” A voice says behind you, “You and Taehyung?” The owner of the voice slides Tae’s chair out, occupying his spot instead.
There before you sat your ex-boyfriend, Jungkook. “Yeah, it just kind of happened..” You fiddled with the ring you got yourself before you even met any of the boys.
“I love when you wear that ring,” He leaned in over the tiny round table. “It always complemented whatever you wore, especially this sweater.” He grabbed the end of the sleeve, “Your skin tone goes well with it too..”
“Um, thank you.” You look down, playing with your nails.
“You grew your nails out,” He beamed, slowly grabbing your hand. “They look beautiful. Has the stress gotten better at school?”
“Y-You remembered?” You stuttered.
“Of course, (Y/N). That was the little thing about you I had to constantly check, it was the main thing that told me if you were alright or not. I’m guessing you’re better now?” There was a hint of hurt in his voice, “Better since we’ve had the fight and separated?” He said lowly, still holding your hand loosely.
“It was for the better.” You nod, slowly sliding your hand out of his grasp. “We would’ve gone on in our lives being miserable if we didn’t end it, Jungkook.”
“Jungkook?” He repeated, “I thought..”
“Thought?” You were beyond lost now.
“Jungkookie? Kookie?” He sheepishly answered.
“Oh.” You slightly frown, “That was just when we were—”
“Together.” He finished, “I understand.” It fell silent, only the tiny chattering in the background of the fellow caffè guests. “Even though we didn’t end on good terms, I thought we would still talk. I mean, that’s what you told me—”
“We agreed on never speaking to each other again. From what I can remember,” Your voice rose a few octaves, “You wanted to end all communication—you wanted nothing to do with me or the mere thought of whatever we had.”
“Whatever we had?” He pushed the chair out, “(Y/N)..” He said in disbelief, “Whatever we had?”
You stood up quickly, almost as if whoever stood first would win—the grand prize being right about their stance in the conversation. “Yes, Jeon Jungkook—whatever we had.”
He stood up right after you, beginning to point at you. “What we had was a year and a half relationship—”
“Of pain and agony!” You finally yelled, feeling your fists clench.
“I loved you! You said you loved me!”
“Because I did, Jungkook! But you don’t know what love is. Our relationship was nothing to you, nothing you can say will ever change my mind about that. Why would I talk to someone who didn’t give me a second of his time? Why would I want to talk to someone who specifically made clear he didn’t want to see me ever again after the breakup?”
“I was upset at the time—”
“It seemed like you were upset the last ten months of the relationship, then.” You crossed your arms, “Why did you come here? Why when I’m with my boyfriend?”
“Oh, now my brother is your boyfriend?”
“Tae and I are together, I don’t need you to get in the middle of this like you did with everything else.”
“Why are you two yelling?” Tae rushed over, slamming the cup down. “You’re making a scene, haven’t you noticed people are staring?”
“It’s Jungkook’s fault!” You yell, uncrossing your arms.
“You two need to settle this, right now.” Tae pushed your shoulders down, seating you back down. “I’m leaving back to the dorm, and I expect you two to return there civil—everything sorted out. How can (Y/N)—as a friend, not my girlfriend—be comfortable around us with you there, Jungkook? It’s not only one of your faults, it’s both of yours. Can’t you see how hardheaded both of you are being? I paid for your drink, (Y/N). I’ll be waiting at home with the rest.” With that, Tae left.
“Where should we start?” Jungkook butted in on you watching your boyfriend walk away through the gigantic window. “I see you’ve changed.” His eyes strayed down to your exposed chest.
“Seriously? Did Tae not just yell—not usually as he does—just now? He was serious about this, and if we don’t get this sorted out I won’t be able to stand being around you.” You leaned back in your chair, covering your cleavage.
“You know I loved you..”
“Love? Define love for me, Jungkook. Define you’re definition of love to me, please.” You sip the steaming chocolate after blowing cool wind from your lungs onto the surface.
“My love: it was willing to do anything for you, giving you everything I could, spending enough time with you, just seeing you making me happy, me lying to let you go..”
Your eyes glance up from the bottom of the cup, “Excuse me?”
“Not wanting to be with you anymore, not wanting to talk or see you anymore, wanting to break up. I didn’t want to let you go, but I knew that I just loved seeing you happy. In order for that to have happened, it would have to be without me having contact with you. I knew you weren’t happy anymore, not with me. I distanced myself, thinking maybe it’d hurt less.”
“Why did you do that?” The memories of him getting home late, staying in a different room, and avoiding you throughout the day flood in. Your eyes water just remembering how it felt to be pushed aside—dead to him.
“It was the only way you’d be happy..” He covered his face with his hair, “Please, I still love you. There are strong feelings that won’t go away—not after a year and a half. I still want to be with you, (Y/N).” He held your hand tightly.
“Why now? Why when I’m with someone else? I’ve only been going out with Tae for a few weeks.”
“Because as much as I love seeing you happy, you are mine. You’ve always been mine since the first day I set eyes on you—I knew you’d be my girl. Seeing Tae kiss you, seeing the way you’re dressed, the way you’ve changed, how am I not supposed to get jealous? You never wore low cut shirts while you were dating me.”
“Because I didn’t like them at the time, but I’ve changed.”
“Does Tae make you happy, (Y/N)? Does he make you happier than I did? Do you love him more?” Jungkook’s voice turned emotional, almost like it stung to utter those words.
“Tae makes me very happy, he always has..” You nodded, seeing him look down immediately as you said that. You bit down on your lip, trying to fight the blurry vision from drowning out the rest of the world. “I don’t know if he makes me happier than you did..”
“How could you not know?” Jungkook choked back the tears, holding your fingers tighter.
“No what?” He looked up, sniffling with tears building up still.
“I don’t love him like I loved you, I don’t love him more than you,” You ran your fingers through the ebony strands of Jungkook’s hair, “I don’t love him.” You brush along the back of his neck, dragging your finger tips against his shoulder and down his chest. “I still love you..”
“I love you, too.” Jungkook sits back a little, searching for your eyes. Both of your reddish eyes found each other, locking in place. Leaning in to fill the gap in between you, Jungkook’s lips pressed against yours. The bliss of his soft and plump lips. The sweet aroma of his cologne and coffee beans full your nostrils, almost pleasant in this sinful time. “Don’t tell Tae.” He whispered, cupping your cheek. “I need you..” He hushed, pecking your soft cheek.
“We should go back to the dorm—”
“He can’t know, no one can. The only way to play it off is by you not coming over, but I promise I’ll text you as soon as I can. Just try not to act suspicious, okay jagi?”
Your abdomen tightened at what he called you. “Okay.” You nodded. “I just..” An overwhelming wave of guilt washed over you, “We shouldn’t have done that. I can’t cheat on Tae..”
“He’ll never know, (Y/N). He never will, about whatever is going to happen.” He calmed you, playing with your hair. “I promise.”
“I feel guilty—”
“So do I.” He cut you off, “We did it. Now, it’s something we have to live with.”
“I don’t want to hurt him.”
“Neither do I. Listen, we’ll just make up a lie: We didn’t make up, we hate each other, we can’t be in the same room together. I have to go if we need to make this believable.” He stood up, “Bye, jagi.” He waved.
“No, Jungkook.” You grab his arm, pulling him down to your face. You crash your lips onto his, holding the sides of his face. The intoxicating feeling of it, it’s like a drug you couldn’t get enough of.
“I promise he won’t find out, (Y/N).” He breathed, pressing your foreheads together as he held your hands in his. “I’ll text you.”
You nod, watching him leave—obvious guilt plastered on his face.
Here, I was waiting all this while for our ‘Mother Teresa’ Armin to become the most inspiring dedicated Commander of the Survey Corps for the generations to come and then the latest chapter makes me want to 'Levi-slay’ Isayama as well as punch my fist against the wall.
I hope you like it, I’m sorry for my english but I’m french so it’s more difficult for me. Anyway, I took a lot of fun writing it I think it’s probably because I love Enzo so much ahah :)
Please come back to me - (Enzo x reader)
Everything had played so little time .. It was just a revelation of Damon and Enzo says goodbye to his humanity. Damon had indeed confessed to Enzo, he beheaded Maggie in 1969. The vampire has repressed all the sadness and anger that he kept for 70 years to saying goodbye to his feelings. You knew this woman was important to him, but you could not help but you suffer, to feel a form of jealousy. Why? Since Enzo had arrived in town it was the only one who was paying attention to you, that he take into account your presence. He had put a fist of honor that it does not happen to you in any case not until he was alive. And that Enzo had disappeared along his humanity, he was a stranger to you playing with people’s lives, kill them, torture them. You were trying to avoid as much as despite the monster he was now you couldn’t stop you from loving him. Your whole body as he claimed, but you knew it wasn’t him, it wasn’t him anymore.. You gently wandering in the icy streets of Mystic Falls when suddenly your cell phone rings. It was Elena. You replied without enthusiasm to the girl.
“Please (Y/N), I need you to come “
"Just come please”
She hangs up leaving you speechless, in ignorance. You would run as fast as you could until your car. You also went quickly as possible in Salvatore brothers house, hoping to find Elena there. And this is where she was .. But she was not alone, oh no. Enzo, indescribable phrase stuck to his face, an expression that you did not know him, gave punches in the face of Damon.
"I’ll kill you Damon, I’ll kill you,” he cried while continuing to give punches to his old friend.
“(Y/N) please, do something, anything “
"But what do you want me to do? I am nothing to him, I’m sorry for Damon but I can do nothing!”
“Enzo cares about you before all that, you’re the only one who can bring him back. That can bring back his humanity.” With the pronunciation of his words, Elena wakes up in you a flood of memories. Tears stung your eyes.
She begged you almost she saw in you the only hope to save Damon. But what could you do? What you had to tell him? On an hesitant step, you approached Enzo. You asked your hand over fist, fist it was going to hit again Damon. He grabs your wrist, he laughed, a sarcastic laugh. Then he threw you mercilessly against one of the walls of the house, without even taking into account that you were a human. It dangerously advancing towards you. Elena wanted to intervene, she didn’t want anything to happen to you, but Damon was stopping. “Let her make it” he said.
“So gorgeous, what do you think like that? Perhaps you thought I wouldn’t do anything to a poor little human?”
You don’t answer, you do not have the strength, his words made you too bad. The tears that stung your eyes a few minutes earlier now streaming down your cheeks.
“You’re nothing (Y / N), you are insignificant. So I’d be happy to make you suffer, to torture you, to tear your heart, kill you. ”
“Please Lorenzo.. Don’t do that..”
“And why? Why I would not do it? ”
“Because .. I ..” You stared at his eyes, then you bravely wiped with the back of your hand the tears on your cheeks.
The vampire grabbed you by the shoulders and shoved you. He hustled you so much.
“Because what ? SPEAK !” He shouted, hatred in his eyes
“Because I love you Enzo. I have always loved you, I … It was obvious. And as each day I love you more, today more than yesterday and good less than tomorrow. So I suffer every day just over your absence .. I need you Lorenzo so please come back to me”
A long silence settled, the vampire did nothing, said nothing. You remained incredulous know not what to do. Suddenly, you felt arms wrap you in a passionate embrace. You had succeeded, it worked, you were brought back his humanity.
"Did I hurt you?”
“You don’t have to do this” you cut him off sharply
“(Y/N).. I love you too. You mean the world to me.. I just think you don’t want me.I want you by my side. Forever. I apologize for making you suffer. This is not what I wanted, I want you to be happy. I want to make you happy”
“And Maggie ?”
“This is a part of my life, but it’s the past. Now it’s you and only you. I would love you forever and ever”
In an emotional impulse, you crush your lips against his. He was at first surprised but quickly responded to the kiss. This kiss was passionate, as if it were the last. You were for the first time in years, truly happy, as they say love is stronger than anything.