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Until My Last Moment

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

Word Count:  6028

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

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

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

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

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                                                 Masterlist

One shots:

Are we friends or are we more?   

Part 2

In which Harry’s best friend admits her love for him

I hate you because I love you

 In which Harry acts like he hates (y/n) but soon admits he feels quite the opposite

Torn 

 In which your friend doesn’t like Harry 

Spaces

In which he’s distant and (y/n) thinks it’s because he doesn’t find her attractive anymore

The game [SMUT]

In which Harry and (y/n) test their self control around each other

Camping [SMUT]

In which Harry and (y/n) go camping with her family and Harry just can’t take the lack of intimacy

Is this the end?   

Part 2 

In which (y/n) just wants the Harry she fell in love with back

The choice

In which (y/n)’s his friend and his girlfriend makes him choose between them both

Let down

In which Harry has difficulty understanding the life of his girlfriend, who is black

Forbidden love

In which (y/n)’s parents forbid her from being with Harry and they meet again ten years later

Called off

In which (y/n) is getting married to a guy named Chris… the wedding is called off

Meet the parents

In which (y/n)’s dad is wary of Harry’s lifestyle ft a very nervous, adorable Harry

Control 

Part 2

In which management force Harry to break up with (y/n)

It’s a date

In which Harry has a slight crush on one of his cast mates

Novels, scripting and coffee

In which (y/n) is a famous novelist and Harry’s cast in the movie adaption of her book

Be okay

In which (y/n) is suffering from post natal depression, but doesn’t tell Harry about it

New Years Eve

In which (y/n) and Harry meet at a mutual friend’s party 

Birthday Boy [SMUT]

In which Harry gets exactly what he wants for his birthday 

Worry

In which Harry is so much of an overprotective dad, he doesn’t even know who he is anymore

Approval

In which Gemma and Anne aren’t fond of (y/n)

Mine [SMUT]

In which Harry gets protective of what is secretly his

Committed

In which (y/n) questions Harry’s commitment to her

When life gets in the way

In which (y/n) is so busy, she hardly has time for her relationship


Blurbs:

Airplane shenanigans  [SMUT]

In which (y/n) and Harry get bored during a long flight

Halloween  [SMUT]

In which Harry tastes more than just (y/n)’s halloween cookies

Sour peach

In which Harry feels down after a bad performing experience 

One of those days

In which (y/n) is very pregnant and very cranky and Harry’s had enough

Need [SMUT]

Harry gets a little help from (y/n), even when they’re miles apart 


Writing prompts 


 MITAM song blurbs:


ADVENT CALENDAR 2016:

December 1st - Scrooge

It’s the first of December and Harry’s being a bit of a Scrooge because he’s a little bit poorly.

December 2nd - December birthday

Harry forgets a very important December birthday

PART 2

December 3rd -  Santa’s grouchy little helper

(Y/n) is always happy and sometimes Harry can’t handle it.

December 4th -  All I want for Christmas is you

(y/n) is pregnant and all she wants for Christmas is Harry

December 5th - Christmas markets

(y/n) and Harry visit the Christmas markets together

December 6th -  Secret Santa

Harry makes sure he has (y/n) for secret Santa

December 7th - Daddy saves the day 

When seeing is believing for the Styles kids

December 8th - Christmas in the city of love

(y/n) and Harry spend Christmas in Paris and have very special gifts for each other.

December 9th -  Lonely at Christmas

Harry’s so caught up in work that he forgets the true meaning of Christmas

December 10th -  Home for Christmas 

In which Harry faces difficulties in being home for Christmas 

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

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

‘Secrets’

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

You stared at him pointedly. “Run.”

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

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Imagine Chris trying not to break his promise.

A/N: This was meant to be a one shot, but um- I have a feeling I have another mini series on my hands. Oh God, forgive the bad timing. 😂 It probably won’t be a full-blown mini series, just a few parts. 🤷🏻‍♀️ I’ll see the comments then I’ll decide.

Chris stood outside your apartment block, leaning against his car as he waited for you to show. It was the same drill every morning, ever since your script was bought by Paramount and he was hired to be the director. You didn’t drive and Chris was- well, he was a good guy with a heart of gold; he was always more than happy to go out of his way to drive Sebastian Stan’s baby sister. It was more because of his fond feelings towards you than a favor to his best friend that he was making these detours. And speaking of Sebastian, Chris couldn’t help but think back to what your brother had instructed him to do about his feelings for you.

“Shove it somewhere no one will find, not even you.” Sebastian had told him. “Her career is just blossoming, Chris. It’s bad enough people think Paramount bought her script because of me, if they find out the two of you are…” Sebastian didn’t have to finish his sentence because Chris knew exactly what people would say if they found out you were dating him; the director hired to make your first script into a movie. “I know you care about her, so don’t do this to her.”

Chris sighed because he knew Sebastian was right, he couldn’t let his being with you overshadow your first big break. So he made a promise, a promise that kept him from making a move until the filming and the press tours were done. He’d been just friends with you for so long, what was another six months? It wasn’t like he hadn’t told you how he felt and you could’ve been taken from him at any second; you knew exactly how he felt and you’d told him you felt the same way. You just shared your brother’s concerns and asked politely if the two of you could remain friends until the movie was done and all the dust had settled.

Chris spotted you as soon as you walked out of your apartment building. He chuckled because he could tell from the way your earphones were in, you had forgotten the drill again. You didn’t forget, you just expected him not to drive an hour out of his way to come get you because you’d told him time and time again you were fine taking the bus or a cab. But time and time again, he’d show up at your door ready to pick you up for work.

You were listening to Taylor Swift’s ‘I Know Places’, trying hard not to wince at the irony of your situation. Her song was the perfect depiction of your current relationship with Chris, though it had not yet blossomed as you didn’t know places you could hide away with him. You wished you did, but you knew it wouldn’t have been that simple even if you did; it was never simple when you were constantly under the limelight. The limelight that was worst now that you were starting to make a name for yourself, and not just known as Sebastian Stan’s baby sister. You liked Chris, but you didn’t want to throw your career away before it even started. You couldn’t, especially when being a screen writer was everything you’d ever wanted since you were a little kid. You could still remember how you would write little skits and Sebastian would act it out; your brother was always so supportive of you, you couldn’t disappoint him now.

“Good morning,” Chris stepped in front of you as you started to walk past him. You jumped back, yelping, then huffed when you realized it was just Chris. “Sorry,” he chuckled, gently pulling your earphones from your ears. “I forget that you always have your music up really loud.” He passed you the cables and you chuckled, unplugging it from your phone and stuffing it into your bag. “I see you forgot you have a personal chauffeur.”

“I see you went in the wrong direction again,” you quipped and he laughed. “You know you don’t have to do this every morning, I’m perfectly fine taking public transport.” He shrugged nonchalantly. “I am an hour out of the way, Chris. I’m dragging you out of bed way too early, you-”

“You need to realize that I’d drive two hours out of my way for you,” he cut you off with a smile and you found yourself smiling along with him. “Now,” he slapped his hands together, rubbing them with delight. “Have you had breakfast? 'Cause I haven’t and Frank’s Bistro is,” he threw his thumb over his shoulder, “calling.”

“Do we have time?” You asked and he nodded without even glancing at his watch. “Chris,” you laughed, grabbing his wrist to look at the time. It was 7:30AM, and neither of you had to be at the studio until 10AM. As the drive was- from your place- one hour and forty minutes, the two of you had time for breakfast. “Okay,” you released his wrist and he smiled, moving beside you as the two of you walked down to Frank’s. “Breakfast is on me.”

“I prefer breakfast on a plate,” he leaned in and teased with a whisper in your ear, “but I’m more than happy to have you after.” You blushed, but laughed as you shoved him playfully. “Aren’t you glad Seb isn’t here to keep me in check?”

“No,” you tried not to smile as you bit, making Chris laugh so hard he grabbed his left pec. “It’d be much better if he were here,” you said out loud, then thought to yourself when you felt your heart flutter at the sight of Chris, “'cause you’re not the only one that he needs to keep in check.”


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After Frank’s famous Belgian waffles, you and Chris sipped on chai teas and chatted. You still had time before you had to start the drive, and with Chris’ driving- you could afford a few extra minutes. It was always nice to spend time with Chris. You’d been a fan of him since his Johnny Storm days so one could only imagine your excitement when you heard your big brother was going to be working with him on Captain America.

The first time you met Chris was on the set, after weeks of bugging Sebastian- he finally agreed to take you. He was very hesitant about bringing you along knowing how badly you crushed on his co-star. Sebastian had always been a very protective older brother because of the ten year age gap, if he could- he would’ve kept you from all the bad in the world. Of course this didn’t mean he thought Chris was bad, he just wasn’t mentally ready to see you with a guy; a guy he saw you having forever with. He knew you’d bug him to bring you onto the set eventually, so he spent the weeks leading up to that moment to scout Chris out. It was the first time he’d worked with Chris Evans and he needed to know if he was good enough for his baby sister; it didn’t take long, just like it didn’t take long for you and Chris to become close.

Seven years of friendship might make one question why you and Chris didn’t date before you made your big break. You could blame Sebastian’s overprotectiveness, but that wasn’t the main reason. Yeah, he didn’t want you to date Chris until you turned twenty-three at most. But even after you did, you didn’t feel ready to be in a relationship with someone as futuristic and intense as Chris. It wasn’t a bad thing to be because you were the same, you just knew if you’d gotten together with him at the wrong time- you’d lose an amazing guy who you could easily marry and have kids with. You wanted the timing to be perfect, and just as it came close- your script sold and Chris became your director, killing all chances of dating him for a while.  

“I know we’ve been friends for a while now,” Chris began and you tuned back into the conversation. “But I still feel like you haven’t told me everything there is to know about yourself. So what are you hiding from me, Miss Stan?”

“Please,” you laughed. “We’ve been friends for seven years, you know everything there is to know about me. Even some incredibly personal and blackmail worthy details,” you reminded him and he suppressed laughter at all the deep, dark secrets he’d found out about you over the years. “I’m an open book, Mr. Evans.”

“As open as you are, I’m sure there’s a hidden chapter somewhere.”

“Nope, not this girl,” you shook your head. “What you see is what you get.”

“Well, if you ever think of anything,” he smiled, “You know I’m always here for you, right?”

“Yeah, I know,” you reached over the table and patted his hand, “you’re a really good friend.”

“Friend,” he repeated, grimacing. You rolled your eyes with a bit back smile because you knew he was just being overdramatic; he knew very well where he stood when it came to you and your feelings. “Wow, that- that is really hurtful, Y/N. I mean- I’ve professed my love for you and you hit me with a 'you’re a really good friend’. That is stone cold,” he pressed his hand to his heart, “you’re breaking my fragile heart.”

“Like you believe you’re in the friend zone.”

“I’m not your boyfriend, so…” He trailed off, pressing his lips together to hide his smile. You rolled your eyes and he laughed, reaching over the table to take your hand in his. “Maybe Seb really needs to be around when we hang out. What do you think about changing our male lead?” He joked and you laughed, but your eyes remained on Chris’ hand playing with yours. “What’s going on in that pretty little brain of yours?” He asked, squeezing your hand to catch your gaze.

“Pretty little brain of mine?” You scoffed, pulling your hand away. He chuckled as you said, “that seems slightly offensive, Mr. Feminist.” You knew he didn’t mean offense, he’d never do anything to offend you ever. “Let’s see, what goes on in this pretty little brain of mine.” You smirked at him as you repeated his phrase and he winced with a smile. “Well, story ideas- but that’s obvious.” He nodded. “Fluffy puppies like Dodger.” He smiled. “Gummi Bears.” He chuckled. “And one very handsome man.”

“One very handsome man by the name of Chris?” He smirked.

“Oh my God,” you gasped, “how’d you know I was thinking about Chris Pratt?

"Oh wow,” he tried not to laugh as he feigned offense. “That is- wow, Y/N. Low blow.”

“No,” you reached for his hand and smiled sweetly. “There’s only one Chris I think about.” He smiled as you entwined your fingers with his. “It’s not Pratt, or Pine, or Hemsworth.” His smile widened and you tried not to laugh as you wiped that smile off his face with, “it’s Chris Wood.”

“Very funny,” he rolled his eyes and you giggled, drawing your hand back. There was a short moment of silence that brought the two of you to the reality of your situation, saddening you and Chris. “This is a lot harder than I thought it’d be,” he admitted, licking his dry lips.

“Me too,” you sighed.

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Part 2

Skin by Annie Cardi

I’ve been forgetting things.

I’ll walk into a room and forget what I came to do. I’ll go to brush my teeth and realize I haven’t put toothpaste on the brush. I’ll put the kettle on and wonder what is that sound when it whistles. I open my mouth to sing and I find I can’t remember the lyrics or even the tune. I keep reaching for light switches that aren’t there.

When I tell Cal, he says, “You’re tired. I don’t know why you stay up so late.”

“No later than you,” I tell him.

“I don’t get up in the middle of the night,” he says. “I’ve seen you, Jinny.”

I’d thought he hadn’t. Most nights he’s snoring so loud the windows in our cottage shake. But I’m up every night, almost with a start, like I remembered something that I had to do, but I can never remember what it is once I’m awake. I slip out of bed and take my shawl and sit by the window, watching the waves crash over and over, water hissing and whispering like it has something to tell me.

“You need sleep,” Cal tells me, rubbing between my shoulder blades. “You need to be healthy if we want make a family.”

Cal wants children—two boys to help him with the fishing and two girls to help me with the house. But we haven’t been married that long and even though I cook and wash and clean and scrub, I still feel like a girl myself. I feel like I haven’t been a woman for that long. When I try to remember myself as a girl, it’s like trying to peer through the dark ocean to see a glimpse of something at the very bottom.

When Cal and I got married, everyone from the island came to the ceremony. Even though they filled my half of the church, I hadn’t known any of them for very long. I was an orphan, or I must have been, because no one who looked like me was there. Cal told me it was okay because we were family now. “The islanders love you and I love you and we’ll make a family of our own,” he said. He was bright and shining and handsome and all the island girls regarded me with jealous eyes when we danced our first dance. He was kind and gentle and when he looked at me, his eyes were soft and loving.

But even when we held hands and spoke our vows, I still felt like my hands were empty. Like I knew what it felt like to have my hands filled.

Cal strokes my hair and kisses my forehead. “Get some sleep and you’ll feel better in the morning.”

“Yes,” I say, “you’re right,” but I’m glancing out the window to where the ocean meets the sky.

~*~

Everyday I take Cal his lunch, when he and the other fishermen return with their catch. They’ve been on the sea for hours now, since well before dawn, so it’s always something hearty—bread and cheese and meat and fish and an apple if we’re lucky.

The other men nod and tip their hats at me. “Good morning, Jinny,” they say. To Cal, they grin.

“Now that’s a good wife,” one says.

“Lucky you caught her,” another says.

The fishermen care a good deal about luck, the good and bad and what little they can control. Wearing green is bad luck, because it makes the boat seek land. Blue paint on a lobster boat is bad luck. Seeing a dolphin is good luck; seeing a shark is bad luck. It’s bad luck to have a woman on board, so I always wait on the dock.

When Cal kisses me, his mouth is stiff. “Thank you, Jinny,” he says. “I’ll see you at home tonight.”

~*~

I don’t go home right away. I walk along the shoreline, watching the gulls dive and the waves rub against the shore like a cat. The sky is grey as the sea and the clouds are stretched like sheets. A storm on its way.

How do I know? I’m not the daughter of a fisherman, raised to recognize the signs of a storm, but I feel it coming.

There were so many things I don’t know, I lose count when I think of them: how much tea is in the tin, where I left the pin cushion, how many years I’ve been on the island, what happened to my family, on and on and on.

The things I do know are easier: how long to leave the sheets on the line so they smell like fresh water, that Cal likes an apple with lunch when we’re lucky enough to have them, when the tides move out and in again.

I can’t remember swimming, but I know I can swim.

now now now now the waves whisper to me.

I don’t take off my dress, just my shoes. I waded in until the waves curl around my ankles and knees and wrists, until the water lefts me up and I feel light and happy and strong. In the distance I see sleek heads bob in the distances—seals. For a second I think they’re off to follow the fishing boats, but they stay, watching me.

I dive beneath the waves and when I surface again I’m not gasping but laughing.

When I trudge out of the ocean, there’s a small crowd of women watching me from the distance. I pretend not to notice them as I gather my shoes and march back to the house.

~*~

I tell Cal about swimming when he comes home that night. It’s not a secret, and I expect him to take it as a joke. Instead he paces around the kitchen with his head against his head.

“Jinny, you can’t do that,” he says. “What if you’d drowned?”

“But I didn’t,” I says. “I know how to swim.”

“Of course you do,” he says. “But the ocean, you don’t know what it’s like. Not really. In a moment it can change and you’re swept out to see. I’ve seen it—men, strong men, good swimmers, swept away never to be seen again. You’re young; you don’t know these things.” He kneels before me, taking my hands, eyes shining with desperation. “Please, never go in the water again. I don’t want to lose you.”

“I’m fine,” I say, but his hands tighten around mine. “I’m right here.”

“Promise me,” he says.

My mouth flaps open like a fishes until I manage to say something like, “I won’t go swimming again.”

His hands grip tighter, even as his voice is soft. “Tell me you love me.”

“I love you,” is what I tell him.

~*~

That night the rain taps against the roof of our cottage and Cal’s snoring and I’m at the window again, watching the sheets of water against the sky and the churning ocean. And when I realize it, it’s like surfacing from the water.

It was a night like this when I met Cal.

I’d been lost and the ocean was stirring under the storm and I crawled ashore. I was young and lost and confused. I shed my skin and waited for the storm to pass, but once it did I saw Cal walking across the beach, and I left my skin behind and forgot about it.

I forgot about everything.

These legs and arms are mine, but they’re meant for dancing, not for cooking and cleaning and sleeping beside a human.

These legs are for running.

I hear Cal shouting my name behind me, but I’m already outside and running silent and fast through the storm. “Don’t leave me!” he shouts. “Please don’t leave me!” I don’t turn around and eventually I his voice fades into the rain and thunder and wind.

Cal knows many things. He knows that killing an albatross or gull is bad luck. He knows to coil a rope clockwise, not counter-clockwise. He knows that if you take a selkie woman’s skin and hide it, she will become your wife, that selkie women make excellent wives.

And he knows that we leave.

~*~

It’s on his boat, where I’m not supposed to go. He stuffed in in a trunk, under nets and rope and fishing line, as if he was afraid it would swim off on its own.

I remember dancing with Cal at our wedding, how his eyes shined with candlelight when we sat together at dinner, how he was young and bright and handsome. I remember how he told me I was tired, that I was young and foolish, that I had no family except for him.

When I slip my skin on, all the things I remember everything. I remember the rock of the ocean, the flash of my teeth, the shine of a school of fish, how the starlight reflects off water, how I am made of starlight and ancient and fierce and no one’s to keep.

I do not forget.

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You had just got back from an award show and you were exhausted. Like completely exhausted.

You had been feeling sick all night, the lights and the pressure around you had not done anything to help the headache you had been fighting all day.

You were the assistant to One Direction’s manager, and as she was back in London making last minute plans for their next tour you had been given the job of making sure that all the boys did what they had to at the award show.

It wasn’t a hard job. You got on well with all the boys, they were your best friends in the world, especially after being on tour with them for the last two years, so it was never not a good night when you actually got to go to an event with them. You were in charge of making sure they were all dressed and presented nicely, and had to keep a good eye on them so they made good decisions, but they weren’t stupid, and they’d done these things a hundred times, so you didn’t really have to worry.

It had just been a little awkward with Harry lately. At the end of the last tour you two had been getting close and you were starting to have real feelings for him. However you knew what he did and who he was so you didn’t put your hopes up. You were realistic. You knew he probably wouldn’t be interested in a manager’s assistant, so you distanced yourself.

You had a little break after the tour but now you were back with the boys.

He had confronted you about it earlier in the week when you met up again, saying that he felt you were giving him the cold shoulder.

You swear you could see the hurt in his eyes as he spoke.

Maybe you were wrong about him not being interested?


So the night had finally come to a close and you’ve all gone back to Louis’ home to rest for the night. You were currently in LA and Louis was the only one who had managed to secure a house, the other boys preferring to live in London, so the decision was made that you could all crash there for a few days before having to head back to the UK for the start of tour.

The plan earlier was to head to Louis to change and then head out again to go to an after party, but the thought made you feel even more sick than you were before. You were coming down from the high of the event and it was hitting you hard. There was no way you’d be able to go out again.

The five of you headed into Louis main living room and you looked straight towards the couch. You just wanted to collapse on it.

“Alright guys quick change and we’re out of here! Wanna go party like its 1999!” Liam proclaimed, heading quickly to one of the spare bedrooms that he had claimed for himself for the next few days. Niall nodded and headed in a similar direction. You observed Louis heading upstairs to his own bedroom.  

You on the other hand went and sat directly on the couch, holding your pounding head in your hands. Harry noticed your statue and sat next to you, placing a soft hand on the top of your back, rubbing gently.

“You ok?” He asked, the concern evident in his voice.

“Not really,” you laughed sarcastically, trying to laugh off how bad you were actually feeling. You slightly shrugged Harry off your back.

“Can I do anything to help? It’s your head isn’t it? I always used to get headaches after these stupid award shows?” He said, a lightness to his voice.

You just didn’t really want to be around Harry right now. Not only was your head pounding but your feelings for Harry were right at the surface of your mind again now that he was back in your life and you just didn’t want to deal with the rejection.

“I’m fine Harry, Just go get ready to go out with the boys, I might skip this one tonight.” you shrugged him off completely and moved away slightly, shifting further down the couch.

Harry huffed under his breath. “Can you not do that?” he said, shifting his body towards you.

“Do what?” you huffed back. You were frustrated with how you were feeling and the situation with Harry.

“Shrug me off like that,” he proclaimed. “You know I care about you and I just wanna make sure you’re okay.”

You looked up at him and saw his eyes wide with concern and confusion. You felt bad. You didn’t want to shrug him off, you just didn’t want to fall into the pit of feelings that was starting to develop again.

“I know Harry I just don’t want to deal with this right now.” you said putting your hand through your hair and resting your head on the back of the couch.

Harry looked confused. “Deal with what?”

“You Harry. I just can’t deal with you coming over here and saying that you care about me and making me have feelings for you when-”

He grabbed onto your arm and interrupted you. “Wait. Wait. You have feelings for me?”

You went pale for a moment. Paler than you had been a moment ago. You weren’t meant to confess your feelings to him so bluntly. Now you felt like an idiot.

“Harry just forget about it.”

He shifted closer to you. “I can’t just forget about something like that. I’ve been waiting two bloody years for you to say those words.”

Your head rose from the back of the couch and you looked at Harry. “Really?”

“Yes Y/N. I’ve had feelings for you for as long as I can remember. You pushing me away was breaking my heart.”

You felt guilty. “I’m sorry. I was pushing away because I didn’t want to get rejected it was easier for me to just move away slowly.

Harry placed a hand on your cheek. “You’re so silly.” He chuckled.

The next thing you knew you are being pulled into him arms, your head nuzzled under his chin.

“You know what? I think I might stay here tonight too. Don’t really feel like going out,” Harry said, putting his arms tighter around your waist.

You cuddled in closer to his chest. “That sounds good.”

He chuckled.

Moments later you were fast asleep. Harry reached over grabbing the TV remote so he could settle for the next few hours. There was no way he was moving.

Louis came in from upstairs and saw the sight in front of him. He caught Harry’s eyesight and laughed to himself . “Fucking Finally,” he said to Harry.

Harry chuckled. “Shut up.”

When the boys were finally completely ready they came back into the living room, awing at the sight. Liam gave Harry a thumbs-up and Niall gave him a small smile, knowing how much this moment meant to Harry.

Niall and Liam were respectful of you sleeping and crept out the door with Louis in toe. They knew how sick you had been feeling all day, saw how much you were struggling all through the night, and wanted you to get some rest.

Before completely leaving, Niall secretly took a few shots of the two of you on his phone, knowing Harry would appreciate them at a later time.

The boys shut the door behind them and headed down to the waiting car.

“Fucking finally,” said Liam.

“That’s what I said!” Louis proclaimed.

The three boys laughed to themselves.

We do this together

(Montgomery de la Cruz x reader)

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

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

I hope you like this one xx 

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

Words: 3.040

Masterpost


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Mont?”

“Yeah?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Monty?” the house was in complete silence.

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

“Monty?” I asked knocking at the door.

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

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

“What happened?” I asked worried.

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

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

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

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

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

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

One year;

Summary:

Kai helps the reader feel better after everyone around her seems to leave.

Word count: 2049

“Turning you was the worst mistake I ever made.” Damon snaps at you. “God. Our mother giving birth to you was the worst mistake, actually.” He murmurs.

As usual, Damon was drunk. Although when was he not, these days? Every night since Elena died, he came home sulking to himself and he would drink. And drink. And drink. It was getting so out of hand that you and Stefan honestly didn’t know what to do anymore. Stefan was gone out with Caroline, leaving you home alone with your drunk older brother.

“Shut up. You’re drunk.” You scoff, heading upstairs.

“Yeah that’s right!” Damon yells, his words slurring together. “Run away like you always do, you little whore.”

Here was Damon Salvatore, once your best friend, now calling you a whore. Shouting at you because he was lost without Elena. Even though you were a vampire, you were still a lot younger than Damon and Stefan and they still treated you like you were the same age as when you were turned. If you ever let out a single curse word, your brothers would be savage.

“Goodnight, Damon!” You say with fake enthusiasm. You slam your bedroom door behind you and lock it, at least until Stefan gets home. He wasn’t answering his texts or phone calls, typical Stefan behaviour lately.

You crouch down by the door, knees up to your chest and start crying. God, you could be so sensitive sometimes. But this wasn’t just about Damon being a mean drunk. It was about Stefan who was rarely around now because of Caroline, Elena who was dead, Bonnie being awol and Alaric not caring about anyone or anything except for trying to resurrect his dead wife. You felt alone and for once in your life, you were.

You missed watching midnight movies with Matt, Tyler and Jeremy. Of course they had all moved on from you as well. You missed the way Stefan cared for you and Damon’s voice telling you to “wake up, sunshine.” and then cook you pancakes.

Damon can hear your heartbeat speed up and know that you’re crying but you don’t care. And neither does he. You try to hold the tears back but you can’t. You didn’t know what to do anymore.

A text message on your phone lights up your dark room and draws your attention to your screen. You hoped it was Stefan.

Kai: you home?

As much as you loved kai, you didn’t want to answer him. Maybe he could make things better if you explained to him, but now just wasn’t the time.

Kai: can I come over?

It was like kai could sense that something wrong. He seemed to be the only person there for you but now you can’t help but push him away.

Kai: I know you’re in your room. Can I come up?

Kai must have wanted to see Damon about something and was downstairs. How else could he know?

Kai: I can hear you, y/n. I’m coming up.

What? Seriously, sometimes kai could be such a stalker. You didn’t mind though, because he seemed to care about you, unlike anyone else at the moment.

You still didn’t bother replying to him though. For all you knew you were imagining the whole conversation, or dreaming it since you lost track of how long you had been crying in your room, alone.

You look up in the dark, hearing something flick against your window. And again, and again. You turn the light on and open up your window to see if it was raining, or even snowing, but you only see kai down below, flicking pebbles to get your attention.

“Rapunzel, rapunzel, let down your hair!” He shouts out.

You can’t help but smile a little, even though you were so upset inside. You had to be your best for kai. He has never seen you sad before.

“So can I come up?” He asks.

“Well you’re already here anyways,” you trail off.

Kai climbs the big oak tree by your window and slips in, trying not to drag in the dirt from outside all over your room.

“I figured I would check up on you.” He says.

“I don’t need to be checked on.” You assure him.

“Are you sure? Because I went to the front door to find Damon drunk and I could hear you crying and your heart racing.” His blue eyes pierce through yours, reminding you of all the reasons why you love him.

“That’s usual Damon. I would have let you in if I knew you were there.” You say, the two of you taking a seat at the end of your bed.

“I know but that’s not usual you.”

“What? I wasn’t drunk.”

“But you were crying. A lot. Your heart was beating way faster than it should. You-”

“I stubbed my toe. That’s all.” You say, cutting him off. You wanted to change the subject. You didn’t need his pity.

“You have your door locked, too.” He finishes.

“No I-” it was no good trying to lie. He knew something was wrong.

“Yes you do. And it’s because of Damon, isn’t it?” He asks.

You shrug, not wanting to answer him. He shouldn’t be bothering you like this anyways. This was your house, your room, your night. This wasn’t a time for him to intrude and start smothering you with questions.

“Kai,” you suddenly can’t control yourself. More and more tears roll down your porcelain skin. Sober Damon always called you porcelain and you would always laugh. It wasn’t just because of your fair skin, but because he would protect you like a doll. He never let anyone hurt you. But all that has changed, hasn’t it. You weren’t damon’s porcelain doll anymore. You were nothing but an abused, shy girl who didn’t know what to be doing with her life. A complete idiot.

“Shhh it’s okay.” Kai whispers. No one has ever hugged you like kai was doing right now. He made you feel safe as he whispered in your ear and rubbed his hands in small circles around your back.

And that’s where the two of you stayed for the next half hour. Crying, just letting it all out and him comforting you. Yes, he was giving you his pity but he was also telling you everything you needed to hear. His smile made your room light up a thousand times brighter. The way his voice was so comforting, so peaceful, made you forget all about Damon and his drinking problems and how everyone else left you for trash.

“Here,” Kai speaks up, still keeping his voice to a whisper. “Lets lie down.”

The two of you slouch down on your bed, making the mattress creak. You can’t help but stare up at the ceiling, imagining a thousand tiny stars in the moonlight. But kai on the other hand, can’t help but smile at you.

“What are we doing?” You mumble.

“We,” Kai pauses, tugging his phone out of his pocket. “Are going to laugh. And watch movies and talk. And did I say laugh?”

“A sleepover?” You ask.

“Well I’ve never had one and you my dear Juliet, need some cheering up.” He replies, unlocking his phone.

With one press, a thousand pictures pop up. You don’t pay attention to what they are, except for when he presses an album called “for y/n.”

“For y/n?”

He clicks on the first picture, one of him as a child, no older than five. He had the cutest smile plastered on his face and wore a tiny Christmas sweater with a present knitted on.

“I found all these old pictures right? And i was like ‘man. I know someone who would laugh at these.’” Kai grins.

You observe each picture he shows you, smiling more and more each time. He studies you while you study the pictures, noticing something different about you than anyone else he’s ever met.

There was a sparkle in your eyes, making you all the more beautiful to him. Kai thought for sure he was imagining it but still, something seemed so incredibly amazing about you, like you were an angel.

“And this one is me with my hand turkey.” He says. In the picture is still baby kai, holding a drawing he made. You couldn’t understand why everyone hated him. He was so kind.

“Now I have something even better,” Kai plays a video of himself singing. Not recent of course. Too bad, because that would be such a laugh. Little baby kai was sitting up at the kitchen table along with two younger kids you didn’t recognize, and another girl about Kai’s age.

“Happy birthday tooooooo jo!” He squeals, clapping his hands when his sister blows out her candles.

“You were so cute back then.” You smile.

“Back then?” He asks. “Look at me. I’m still cute, right?” He points to his face.

“Absolutely adorable.” You reply.

“And one more picture for my collection,” he says, stretching out his arm, holding his phone in one hand.

“Smile, Salvatore.” He grins. The two of you look into his phone, and for once you seen how happy kai was. The two of you looked absolutely amazing.

“You’ve got such a cute smile.” The two of you say to each other.

///

A few more hours pass and you could feel your eyes getting heavy, getting ready to shut down for the night. You and kai were still watching a horror movie but you didn’t know If you would be able to stay up any longer. The only thing keeping you awake was kai screaming every few seconds when something ‘scary’ popped up on screen.

“God how are you not terrified?” Kai asks, un able to take his eyes of his phone screen. “That zombie was horrific!”

Kai pauses the movie and looks at you, letting out the cutest smile possible.
“Tired, sleepy head?”

You nod your head yes, not bothering to open your eyes. You feel Kai’s weight leave the mattress as he turns off the light.

“You’re not leaving, are you?” You ask him.

“Of course not. Why would I ever leave my favourite Salvatore alone?” He replies as he lies back down in your bed.

Kai pulls a blanket over your chest and leans into you, whispering “goodnight, y/n.” He places a small kiss on your forehead.

He snuggles into you, leaving no room in between the two of you. He wraps his arms around you as your head rests on his shoulder.

///

“Damon? Jesus, what the hell happened here?” Stefan asks, eyeing the room full of broken glass.

“I don’t know,” he mumbles. “I was drunk. I was mad. I couldn’t get up the stairs.”

“You what? You couldn’t get up the stairs?” Stefan can’t help but chuckle at his stupid brother.

“I did something. And obviously so did you, staying out all night.”

“Alright you go first.” Stefan pleads.

“I called our sister some names. Some things that never should have been said. And I could hear her crying and shaking and-” he waves his hand as if he was saying hello.

“I couldn’t apologize. I didn’t know what to do. She’s been in her room ever since.”

“She’s alright now isn’t she? She’s not hurt?” Stefan asks, all his attention drawn to you.

“I guess. I mean I just woke up when you came through the door.”

///

Stefan and Damon head up stairs quietly, not wanting to wake you, assuming you were well asleep.

“Door’s locked.” Stefan whispers.

Damon hands Stefan the key to your room, something you never knew they had. Stefan carefully opens up the door, the light from the hallway illuminating you.

And there you were, all tucked in, sleep and sound.

“God, I could have sworn I heard someone up here with her you know.” Damon says.

“You were drunk. Of course you did.” Stefan hits him, playfully.

“You think she misses that crazy sociopath?” Damon asks.

Stefan tells him to keep it quiet, even though they’re both still looking at you, and know you’re asleep.

“Well it’s been a tough year for her. He’s been dead for what? Eleven months now?” Stefan questions.

“Today marks the next. It’s been a full year, brother.”

Unconfident Daryl

Daryl Dixon tells you he has a confession before one of your week long supply trips with Maggie, but once you return, Daryl seems a little hesitant to go through with it.


  • Daryl Dixon x Reader
  • 2024 Words
  • Warnings: Cussing, talk of sex.

The supply run was a complete bust, only arriving back at Alexandria with a few items on the list of things needed, plus a few things that weren’t listed. At this point, you couldn’t be too picky. Most towns were bare of anything salvageable and most runs took anywhere from two weeks to two months.

You fiddle with the small box in your hands, twisting it between your fingers as the truck pulls through the gates, seeing a very familiar face directing Maggie where to park. Abe was smiling, though you weren’t quite sure how to feel about that smile on his face. It was hard to pick Abraham sometimes, never knowing what was going through his mind.

“Find anything useful?” Abe asks, strolling over to your window and peering inside. He notices the box in your hand and raises an eyebrow. “That?”

“Shut up.” You push your door open and jump from the truck, landing on your feet perfectly. “It’s a gift.” You state as you walk by the ginger and help Maggie unload the bags. It wasn’t much, just a few cans of food and maybe there was a diaper bag in there for Judith. At this point, it was hard to remember what you grabbed.

“Hey!” Carl ran over, his hat sitting atop his head as usual, with a giant smile plastered across his cheeks. “Find any games?” He asked eagerly. The boy had been asking for any kind of entertainment for months now, since they found him a small gaming device that still worked, but only for the next couple of weeks. There was no way to charge it, bringing the fun to an end quickly for the growing boy.

Maggie’s lips turn down and she gently shakes her head at the young boy that had somehow passed her height. “Not this time, buddy.”

That doesn’t seem to bring Carl’s mood down too much. He grins, agreeing that next time they would have luck, and ran off to play with one of the other kids.

“What is with everyone?” You ask Maggie as you take the bags up to the kitchen. “It’s like a damn Hallmark movie up in here.”

Maggie laughs at your comment, nodding ever so slightly at the thought of such a happy life. “Wouldn’t that be nice? I can only remember the WalMart baby, though.”

“WalMart baby!” You giggle.

As you two talk about the movie, you come up to Daryl’s house. The garage door is open, revealing his precious motorcycle sitting in pieces. Though that wasn’t exactly what caught your attention. No, what caught your attention was the Dixon ass poking out from the hood of one of the old supply trucks. You knew it had run out of gas some time back and blown some sort of fuse. Daryl was asked weeks ago to fix it.

You feel your legs slow down as you got closer, wanting to linger just a little bit to watch as his butt wiggles in the air as he cussed at the engine and made a loud clanking sound with his tools.

Maggie gave you a small push toward the man and, with a wink, took the bag from you. She scurries off to meet Glenn, Rick, and Abe.

Feeling your heart race against your chest, you decide that now was the time. You make your way over to Daryl, the man you’ve had a crush on since you laid eyes on him. It was unsure why, seeing as you hardly dated before the apocalypse, leaving you a bit confused when it came to dating.

Not that you weren’t good looking or anything of the sort. Honestly, you always felt confident in your looks, especially without making yourself up and dressing in those frilly dresses all the girls used to wear. You were naturally pretty, you just weren’t into the dating scene all too much. Guys were never on top of your list.

“Son of a–!” Daryl pops his head up, sucking on his index finger as he whips around and catches you staring at him. His body tenses up as he slowly lets his finger fall from his lips, his eyes squinting, trying to figure you out as quickly as possible.

“I brought you something.” You force a smile onto your lips. Daryl was your crush, and Daryl liked to flirt back, but you always thought that was Daryl, giving in to your little game. You never thought he was serious about it, never. He would always make fun of the way you were looking at him, giving him the ‘fuck me’ look and licking your lips every time he rearranged his junk in front of you. You were completely and utterly smitten by this man.

“Me?” The words came out in a low growl, the very same growl that made your skin crawl and that smile to spread across your cheeks. “What is it?”

With a swift movement, you hand him the pack of cigarettes you knew he likes, unopened and with a working lighter tied around it. “Found it in the house we raided. Thought you could use it.” You shrug, remembering Daryl telling you a while ago that he was in need of a good smoke.

Daryl nods a thanks, though his lips remain in a thin line and his shoulders still look tense.

“What’s wrong?” You ask, not able to shake off the fact that Daryl was the only one in town that hadn’t smiled at you yet, or hardly given you much of a look at all. “Everyone else is in a good mood.”

A cigarette between his teeth already, Daryl lights it quickly and takes a long drag, fluttering his eyelids closed as he took in his nicotine. He breathes the smoke out, blowing it out of the corner of his mouth so it didn’t catch in your face. “Dunno.”

“What’s going on between us?” You bring your voice down, knowing that anyone could be eavesdropping.

He pocketed the pack and slips the stick between his fingers. “Not sure what you mean.” He grumbles and looks back inside the engine of the truck, clearly avoiding the subject.

A little bit of courage bursts inside you. You cross your arms over your chest. Maggie was right—you needed to talk to Daryl about this. All the mixed signals were getting in the way of something that could potentially be great.

“Just before I left, you acted like you wanted to tell me something and now you’re doing your best to push me away.” You point out the obvious, wishing you hadn’t the moment the words left your lips.

Daryl looks up at you, the cigarette hanging between his teeth as he flicks his eyes up to meet yours. His lips are still in a thin line and his jaw clenches. “That was before I started thinkin’, doll. I ain’t got nuthin’ to say.” And he went back to his tinkering.

“Daryl.” You say sternly, standing your ground and promising yourself not to back down now. “Why can’t we just have a normal conversation?”

“There ain’t nuthin’ worth sayin’.” Daryl flicks the bud onto the ground and stomps it out with the heel of his boot. His hair falls into his face, but he doesn’t push it back. It gives him a little cover from the truth.

Anger shot through you and you ball your left hand into a fist, ready to slam it on the hood of the nearest car. “Before I left, you started to say something. I want to know what that something was.” You demand him. “If it has anything to do with this age gap then—“

“Age gap?” His eyes move back, meeting yours as he straightens his back up and crosses his arms. His muscles flex and relax again, giving you a little shiver down your spine. You loved when Daryl went sleeveless and showed off those curvy arms of his. “Fuckin’ age gap? I don’t care ‘bout no age, Y/N.”

‘Then what is it?” You were no longer quiet, you raise your voice to get a point across. You wouldn’t let him go until he gave you an explanation this time. Daryl was a quiet man, likes to stick to himself, but he wouldn’t be able to just bury his emotions now.

Daryl shifts his weight from one foot to the other and kicks at a pebble on the ground, allowing his arms to fall at his sides. He turns his nose up to the sky just before he opens his mouth and tries to think of a way to answer that will both satisfy you and keep him out of trouble. “I can’t afford to lose you.”

That should have been something sweet shared between two lovers. Coming from a Dixon, it was much more. The sound of him saying those words to you melts your heart, even though you were still upset with him, it made this a little easier.

“You won’t lose me.” You smile, assuring the man.

Daryl looks up, his cheeks turning a deep shade of red at the realization of what he said. “Forget it.” He growls and returns to his job.

Maybe it was the adrenaline, but you found yourself padding over to Daryl and wrapping your arms around his waist from behind. It was something you’ve dreamt of doing for weeks now. To feel his skin against yours, that was much needed. “You won’t lose me.”

He grabs both your wrists and shoves you off him, carefully. You drop your hands to your sides and it feels like your heart was ripped from your chest. Daryl watches you with his eyes narrowed and his chest heaving like a wild dog getting ready for an attack.

“If I let you get close, I’ll end up losing you.”

He wasn’t making any sense to you. You tilt your head to the left and let your own hair fall in your face, not bothering to push it aside. “If you let me closer, we can have a good time.”

“I’m too rough.” He rumbles.

“Rough?” You blink your eyes a couple of times, still very confused. “I can handle that.”

Daryl savagely shakes his head and flings his hair everywhere. “Naw. Naw, you can’t and I’m not allowing myself to take a chance.”

It takes you another minute to understand what Daryl was rambling about. You assumed, at first, he meant he was rough around relationships, hardly knowing how to be in one. Now, you were realizing he wasn’t talking about just the relationship. Daryl was scared of physically hurting you.

“I fuck up too bad.” Daryl goes on, but he didn’t seem to realize you were slowly moving closer to him, taking the final five steps to close the space between the two of you.

“Fuck me up, Daryl.” You purr, pressing your chest to his and leaning up on your tiptoes just a little. “Show me how you’re an animal in bed.”

Daryl gulps and his eyes flick from your eyes to your lips, all the way down to your breasts which are placed against his chest, wanting to pop out of that shirt you were wearing. He’s thinking hard on it, wanting to resists but at the same time, loving the challenge. The spark ignited in his eyes, shining through as he grabbed your waist with enough force to leave a bruise for weeks. You squeak and grab hold on the front of his shirt and wait until he crashes his lips into yours, not caring who saw, not caring that he was a bit sloppy at first.

Daryl Dixon was finally yours, rocking your world, promising you that he would get better with the boyfriend thing eventually. You loved his little fuck ups, though. The way he wasn’t sure how to comfort you other than to hold you and kiss your forehead or the way he awkwardly held your hand whilst walking down the street, unsure if he wanted the whole of Alexandria to know who he was seeing every night, bruising to the high heavens.

A Terrible Past

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Title: A Terrible Past

Pairing: Gibbs x Reader

Word Count: 959

Warnings: implied abuse from childhood, angst

A/N: I hope you are all having a great monday. Feedback is welcomed and appreciated! <3 <3 I love you all so much!

This was requested by anon: Gibbs learning about your abusive past? Possibly while you’re both captured by the very people who abused you when you were younger? #Angst

You and Gibbs were chasing a lead.  It wasn’t much of one, but a lead was a lead.  When you and Gibbs kicked down the door, you were surrounded by masked men.  They had their guns pointed at you and the Marine.  When you looked at Gibbs for further direction, he held his hands up in surrender.

“Nice to see you again [Y/N],” one of the men spoke.  You knew that voice.  It brought back terrible memories from your past.  It was one of your step-dad’s friends.  Your step-dad abused you as a child.  This man knew about all of it, yet he never did anything to help you.  He was the one who set your mom and your step-dad up.  “We’ll have to let the bossman know that you’re here.  He’ll want to see you.”

They escorted you and Gibbs to a small room.  They locked both of you inside, keeping one of the gunmen outside of the room as security.  There was no way out of this small room.  Your leaned your back against the wall as you sat down on the floor.  You couldn’t help but feel hopeless as you started to cry.

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Imagine Chris finding out you wrote his favorite love story.

A/N: Part 2 is here, yo! :) You can find the previous parts here: (Unexpected Reader - Part 1) I’m really liking where this is going, do you? ❤️

After Chris returned with your second vanilla latte, and his first green tea- he wasn’t a coffee person unless his schedule needed him to be- the both of you chatted at your corner table in Starbucks. The way you talked to each other, it was like two old friends rather than a fan with her celebrity crush. You’d started the conversation incredibly nervous; you’d had to hide your clammy palms under your butt in fear that he’d reach over and give your hand another pat or gentle squeeze. But the more you talked to Chris, the calmer you became about the whole situation. You didn’t know what it was about him that normalized him despite his celebrity status and deadly good looks, but for a second- you could almost forget that you were talking to Chris Evans.

Believe it or not, Chris was everything you’d imagined he’d be, and more- if that was even possible. The way you’d portrayed him in your stories was- as far as you could see- a hundred and ten percent accurate. The man was sweet, kind, funny, intelligent, and real. Chris was real, he was real with his questions, his comments, and his interest in what you had to say. You were so lost in the conversation- in his darling blue eyes- that you forgot to take some notes so you could write a piece based around this once in a lifetime meeting, though you doubt you needed anything to remind you of this interaction. You were pretty sure this was something you were going to remember on your deathbed, which was surely moments away if he continued to smile at you the way he was.

Now the realistic side of you reminded you not to fall too hard for, or get too attached to the man you clearly had no chance with; you had to know that Chris was just talking to you to pass time in a boring airport. But the hopelessly romantic and imaginative side of you said otherwise; Chris wasn’t the kind of guy who would approach a girl unless he was genuinely interested, be it romantically, or platonically. You may not have known him personally, but you knew he wasn’t the kind of guy who would lead people on, or use people. You’d watched enough interviews, read enough articles and fan encounters, and written enough fan fiction to know that he was a genuinely nice guy who was worth befriending and loving if you were ever lucky enough to acquire those chances. Perhaps you didn’t have a chance at being his girlfriend like you’d always dreamed of, but maybe- just maybe, you had a chance at being his friend.

“So tell me, Y/N.” He began and smiled when he saw how much more relaxed you were with him now than you were at the start of the conversation. Your hands had dried and returned to thrum the tabletop quietly as you waited for him to finish his sentence. “What made you want to pursue screen writing?”

“Would you believe me if I said you?” You quizzed with a small smile, which grew wider when you saw him smile. You started explaining when you saw his facials prompt a continuation, “I um- I’ve always loved writing, ever since I was kid. I liked making up stories, imagining all the different lives I could live and all the different jobs I could do. It was a good escape from my mundane life,” you admitted with pursed lips. “But uh- I never really thought about turning it into a career until I started writing fan fiction about you on Tumblr.”

“How do you mean?”

“I wrote as an escape,” you said and he nodded, acknowledging what you’d told him earlier “I took myself into a different world where I could have the perfect life with the perfect guy so I could feel better. Writing was like a safe haven, a place where nothing bad could get to me. It made me happy and I realized…” You trailed off, licking your dry lips. “There must be a lot of people like me out there who needed someone else to be, someone wonderful to be with. I just- there had to be someone out there who needed a safe haven too.”

“So you started posting on Tumblr,” he finished for you and you nodded.

“I started out pretty slow, I had a few likes here and there. Um- It took a while for me to build a fan base, but eventually- I had a reasonable number of readers who supported all my pieces. A lot of them thanked me for writing something that took their mind off a bad day. Some thanked me for making them smile and-” You felt your eyes welled with tears of joy; you were still touched every time you talked about your interactions with your readers. “And some would tell me that my stories gave them a reason to hold out for a love as strong as the ones I wrote about.”

Chris smiled as he listened to you answer his question in great detail with an indescribable amount of pride and passion. He felt his heart flutter as he unknowingly starting falling for you. You were a lot like the protagonist in one of his favorite love stories, which was surprisingly a Chris Evans mini series written by a fan on Tumblr. He’d found the link lodged away in his Twitter mentions, a simple sentence “you deserve a love as strong as this” caught his attention and invited him into the world of fan fiction. He spent a whole day reading the entire series and wishing he’d the life that Chris Evans had, wishing he had the girl that Chris Evans had. He was still yet to ask if you’d heard about the series, perhaps you could help him find out who wrote it because he’d love to meet and talk to the talented and obviously lovely author who surely based the second person protagonist around herself. Maybe she was the one, maybe they could get together and try to work towards the life she wrote about.

“What I thought was a hobby changed people’s lives for the better,” you continued and he nodded, smiling. “So how can I not make that into a career? How can I waste my ability to inspire and touch people through my words? To make them realize that they deserve something great? I don’t know, I’m rambling a little.” You chuckled nervously and he shook his head. “I just feel like if I can change one life, my time on this earth has been worthwhile.”

“That’s sweet,” he smiled. “Like- that’s just-” He found himself at a lost for words as he watched you intently. He chuckled softly with a shake of his head, “you’re- you’re kind of amazing, Y/N.” You felt your cheeks flush as you bit back your growing smile. “That is- that’s an amazing answer to such a simple question. But before I say anything else, I don’t think I have anything to do with your decision. I’m just one of the pieces, y'know? I mean- it sounds to me like you would’ve done something amazing with your talent even if you weren’t a fan of mine. I was just lucky enough to be the one you wrote about, I had nothing to do with any of it.”

“Well that’s not entirely true,” you chuckled. “I wouldn’t have pursued anything if I weren’t a fan of yours.” You told him and he narrowed his eyes in confusion. “Yes, I would’ve wrote about someone else but- your success story is kind of what made me push myself into studying screenwriting. In all your interviews, you talked about pushing yourself into what scares you. Like working with Marvel and going to New York to pursue your acting career- those stories are what inspired me to pursue my own, I would’ve never if it weren’t for you.”

He smiled, unsure of what to say except, “I’m glad I could help. You’re very talented from what I could see over your shoulder,” he said then chuckled when you did. “Would you mind letting me read something else of yours? I promise I won’t judge,” he told you when you looked hesitant. “Unless you’re one of those kinky smut writers,” he teased. “‘Cause then maybe there’ll be a little judgement.”

“Hey, some of my best friends are kinky smut writers.”

“Oh,” he chuckled. “Well, I don’t mean any disrespect to them. I’m just- stunned they can come up with what they come up with. Perhaps I should take a few tips, turn my vanilla based life into something more swirly.” He joked and you laughed, covering your mouth when you realized you were attracting attention.

“Like you need any tips on how to get things done in the bedroom,” you said then blushed when he smiled. “Fine,” you opened your laptop screen and turned it towards him after opening your most successful piece; your mini-series. “It’s um- It’s a mini-series, so it’s fairly long.” You explained and Chris’ heart skipped a beat; his eyes quickly scanned what was in front of him so he could determine if you were the girl he was looking for. “You don’t have to read it all, you can just-”

“Holy crap,” his eyes stopped at one of the many sentences he’d read a thousand times. “Drunk minds speak for a sober heart,” he mumbled to himself then looked up at you. Your eyes narrowed in confusion when you saw the way he was looking at you. Was that- adoration? You were about to question him when he smiled and breathed, “it’s you.”

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Part 3A

FUCK AWAY THE PAIN


(requested by anon)
Kai Parker x Reader
word count : 3 541
warning : smut
summary : (based on the song ‘’Fuck Away The Pain” by Divide The Day)
* not my gif
keep reading after the cut 🔥
note : (to the anon who requested it) it’s the first time i am writing something like this 🙈 hope you like how it turned out 😅…
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Y/N sat on the bar , her finger tracing the edges of the glass in front of her. It wasn’t how she had imagined spending her evening but having your entire life turn upside down in an instant demanded drastic measures. Usually drinking would never be her solution for dealing with pain , only this time it was all too much for her to handle with a pile of rocky road ice cream. No. The events from the past few hours had broken her in ways she never thought existed.
“Seven months.” she said gulping her third glass with bourbon at once , motioning to the bartender for another. Her left elbow resting on the bar as her fingers rubbed her tempels. “You date someone for seven months. This person - becomes your entire life. You move in together and everything is perfect… He tells you he loves you and then all of the sudden - he starts fooling with other girls behind your back as if you are nothing but a - a toy to be used and thrown away until you want it again. A slave , not a human being. ” The bartender kept drying the glasses , only raising his eyebrows and nodding from time to time. “Not to mention the way he chose to break up with me ! Absolutely unbelievable that guy …” said Y/N pulling out her phone. “Listen to this ‘Sorry babe. It’s over. What we had was fun but I’m not into it anymore. P.S. I’ll be coming to get my xbox tomorrow.’ … Fun ?!? He talks about our relationship as if it was a trip to Disneyland ! Who knows , maybe to him that’s exactly what it was.”
Y/N left her phone on the bar smashing her fist angrily on it. “Hit me again. Something stronger … whiskey , tequila. Mix it up I don’t give a damn what it would be. ” she said starting to slur her words. “I need it all erased from my head otherwise I might feel sorry for smashing his precious xbox to bits with a hammor and buy him a new one…and that idiot doesn’t deserve anything from me or anyone else.”
“I think you’ve had more than enough to drink.” said the bartender.
“You think ?!” she said incrediously. “My life is over. O-V-E-R , over ! He ripped out my heart from my chest without even blinking and trust me , I’ve seen that happen more times than you can imagine. Only then when those idiots lost their hearts - they died permanently the second time around. Instead I am stuck living with the pain of everything he had done.”
“Yep. You are cut off.”

Kai sat at the far end of the bar , listening in with his vampire hearing. It appeared Y/N was going to try and drink her way through every single bottle with alcohol in the bar and wasn’t planing on taking a ‘no’ as an answer. He was all for it except she was a human and he wasn’t planing on letting her ruin her life because of some ass who couldn’t appreciate her for the kind person she was and broke her heart. No. Y/N reached behind the bar grabbing one of the bottles , slapping the bartender’s hand away as he protested and tried to take the bottle away.
“Oh-kay. That would be my cue..” muttered Kai , briskly shortening the distance between him and Y/N.

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Imagine announcing your engagement with Chris.

A/N: This is a request from an anon, about being RDJ’s daughter and dating Chris. I kind of started the way you wanted me to but ended a little differently, still the gist of your prompt. Enjoy. :D

“There are a lot of people here tonight,” Chris chuckled softly as the two of you posed for photos on the red carpet of the Civil War premiere. “That means more eyes on me when I do something embarrassing.” You rolled your eyes at his paranoia. “Oh, I will. We both know from experience that I have the tendency to do embarrassing things around you. Remember the first time we met?”

“How could I forget?” You laughed softly.

You were visiting your dad, Robert Downey Jr. on the set of the first Avengers movie when you first met Chris; you ran into him on the way to your father’s trailer. You knew who he was but he had no idea who you were because he had only just began working with RDJ and was yet to find out that he had a twenty-four year old daughter from a previous marriage.

You had tried to introduce yourself but he was in too much of a panic to realize that you weren’t wardrobe because he had ripped the pants of his Captain America suit and was due for a scene in fifteen minutes. You felt bad for him so you decided to pretend to be wardrobe and help him; you didn’t learn to sew for nothing, plus- you were used to helping your dad with his.

Chris was pretty much smitten with you five minutes into the conversation. Not only were you ridiculously pretty- which he noticed even in his panic; you were down-to-earth, funny, intelligent, and kind. You also shared his tremendous love for all things Disney, a huge plus in his book. It got to a point where he felt the need to ask for your phone number so he could continue to take you out on a date. You gave him your number knowing your father wouldn’t approve of you dating one of his co-stars but it was always easier to ask for forgiveness than permission.

Speaking of your father, you could still remember the look of horror on his face when he saw you with a pants-less Chris Evans. He was close with Chris now and was incredibly happy that you were dating that great man but that wasn’t how their relationship started. “What the fuck are you doing with my baby girl?!” was the reaction your father had. You remembered jumping between the two before your father attacked him with his Wing-Chun, which he still promises to do till this day if Chris ever hurt you.

“Downey was beyond pissed,” Chris chuckled. “He didn’t talk to me for days after that. I still remember that one day where he literally had the whole cast over for lunch in his trailer city and didn’t invite me. It was months before he finally accepted us together, I think Susan said something to him.”

“I think she did too, ‘cause it would’ve been years if Mom didn’t say something to him. You know how stubborn he can be, he is basically Tony Stark.” The two of you chuckled because it was true. “But look at where we are now, he loves you so much more than he loves me.” You joked and he laughed. “You laugh but you know it’s true.”

“Please,” Chris chuckled. “You are the apple of his eye. As much as he loves me- he’d never love me more than he loves you. You do remember how he iced me out after our first fight, right? He got the whole cast to turn against me, even the stand-ins.” You chuckled softly. “Love me more than you love me, maybe,” he teased with a cheeky wink.

“Definitely,” you bit playfully.

“Hey guys!” The reporter from Extra greeted the two of you as you made your way to the interview line. “I’m with Chris Evans and Robert Downey Jr.’s daughter, Y/N. The two of you are still looking as adorable together as ever, how are you tonight?”

“We’re great,” Chris smiled.

“Fantastic, thank you.” You smiled.

“First of all, I have to congratulate you, Chris, on the movie.” Beside you, Chris dropped his head with a widening grin. You gently rubbed his arm, smiling proudly. “You did a wonderful job. The whole world is already raving about the film and half of them haven’t even seen it yet. How are you feeling about it?”

“I am incredibly proud of the work we’ve done. It’s not just me, it’s my cast mates and the Russo brothers but I think a huge part of our success has to do with the guys behind the scenes. Marvel did an incredible job with the story, you know- it was a huge job. There are a lot of big characters with big arcs and they managed to integrate it in a way where it makes sense. I’m incredibly honored to be apart of such a wonderful film and I can’t wait to see what’s next for us.”

“Speaking of what’s next,” the interviewer turned her attention onto you and you raised your eyebrows, unsure of what she was smiling about. “The two of you have been dating for a while now, five years?” You and Chris nodded. “Do we see wedding bells sometime soon?”

You subconsciously brushed your thumb over the empty space on your ring finger where your engagement ring should’ve been but wasn’t because Chris wasn’t ready to go public with it yet. All your friends and family already knew, he just didn’t want the world to know. At least until the press tour was over ‘cause he couldn’t imagine the kind of questions he was going to get if people knew he had recently proposed to Iron Man’s daughter.

“Well,” Chris chuckled nervously. “Uh- You know, we’re happy together and we definitely see a future together but um- there’s still some things we need to talk about.” He looked over at you and you chuckled, pressing your lips together to tell him you weren’t going to help him. “But yeah, it’s on the to-do list.”

“What are we talking about?” You heard your father’s voice and you smiled as he crashed the interview, wrapping his arms around you and Chris. “Hi baby,” he greeted Chris the way he should’ve greeted you, giving him one of his signature cheek kisses. “Hi Y/N,” he greeted you the way he should’ve greeted Chris, giving you nothing but a light pat on the arm.

It was an ongoing joke.

“Hi Dad,” Chris chuckled.

“Hi Downey,” you chuckled.

“We’re just talking about the two of them and when they’re going to get married,” the interviewer informed your dad, whose smile had ten-fold. “What are your thoughts on that? As the father of Y/N, would you want to see her settle down and start a family of her own?”

“Of course I would,” your dad nodded. “I would love to see that happen. She’s my eldest, you know- she’s been in this committed relationship for five years now. I expected a wedding like- two years ago but someone,” he shot Chris a fake dirty look and you chuckled softly. “Can’t seem to catch a hint. Come on, time is running out here. Y/N is young but Chris is nearing forty soon, if he wants to have kids…” He trailed off, trying not to laugh at Chris’ pursed lips.

“Go do your own interview,” Chris covered your dad’s mouth and tried to push him away.

“And miss out on all this fun?” Your dad chuckled. “No way. C'mon Chris, when are you going to propose to my baby girl? When I am going to have the honor of walking her down the aisle and giving her away to you? 'Cause I’m ready whenever you are.” Your dad glanced at you and the two of you tried not to laugh.

“Even Iron Man is begging you to tie the knot, what do you think?” The interviewer asked Chris and he chuckled softly, shaking his head. “Y/N, you’re ready to settle down with Chris right? He’s the perfect specimen, so handsome and incredibly sweet. Would you say yes?”

Both you and your dad looked over at Chris with eyes asking a similar question, for the permission to break the news to the world. He thought about it for awhile then heaved a sigh and nodded. Your dad gave your arm and encouraging squeeze as you opened your clutch and fished out your engagement ring. The interviewer looked down as you slipped it on, her eyes widened with shock.

“I already have.” You held up your hand to the camera, smiling.

“We’re engaged,” Chris announced and kissed the side of your head.

“Oh my God,” your dad pretended to be as shock as he was the first time you announced it. “Congratulations, you two! I am so happy for you guys!” He hugged the both of you tightly, drawing laughter from both you and Chris.

“I love you,” you mouthed at Chris.

“I love you too,” he mouthed back, smiling.

I’ll Never Forget You

          - Part II


Kai Parker x Reader
word count
 : 3 667
summary : continues the story from part I … 
*not my gif
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   “What are you thinking about ?“ wondered Kai, pulling her closer to him while both of them watched the night sky. Seven months spent together and sometimes he still wondered if maybe he is dreaming or something. He had never thought he’d see another person, let alone that this person would except him as he is, with all the good and the bad and they’d become friends. Well, more than friends in the past few hours.
   “Nothing.” she smiled, turning her head towards him.
   “That’s not a ‘nothing’ face.“ he smiled back. “Let me guess – you are thinking about that pancake tower I made you for breakfast ?”
Y/N shook her head. “No, though … How did you make 15 pancakes stand on top of each other with that maple syrup pouring down on them?”
Kai laughed. “Would you believe me if I told you – magic?” he winked at her, noticing how her eyes keep drifting towards his lips. “Wait … I know what you are thinking about. You are thinking about our fight earlier, aren’t you ? You know, when you couldn’t stop laughing at me for getting cupcake frosting on my nose and I kissed you to get you to stop and then you challenged me to a race through town and you chea–”
   “– you refused to except that a girl beat you ?“ she said amused, almost rolling on top of him. “And you got upset about it and ended up chasing me around the house –”
   “Hey, I didn’t lose. You cheated !“ he rolled on top of her, his knee resting between her legs. “And you refused to admit it. Admit it. You cheated.”
   “I did no such thing.“ she turned her head away.
   “Yes, you did !” he tried to meet her eyes, a smile hiding in the corners of his mouth.
   “No, I didn’t Malach–“ she started to say and his lips crashed against hers, drowning her in a demanding kiss. “Are you going to do that every time I call you Malacha–” his lips crashed against hers again and he pinned her wrists on either side of her head to keep her from trying to push him off. Only she did no such thing.
   “Don’t tell me you don’t like it. I can always go back to siphoning you –“
   “No, no. I um – I definitely like it.” she smiled, pushing him off her before getting up. “Catch me if you can. Which you can’t … cuz I beat you –”
Kai laughed under his breath, glancing at the ground for a second then at her running towards the house.“Oh you are so on, little witch.“


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There hadn’t been many people in Kai’s life he cared about and losing the only one he ever felt anything for hurt like hell. The first couple of days after Y/N was dragged away kicking and screaming, without even given the chance to say goodbye, were the worst. He missed her more than he ever thought possible. Every morning when he opened his eyes watching the sunshine seep through the windows in her room, it felt as if somehow he had time travelled back to May 10th, the actual May 10th when his father had banished him in the Prison World for all eternity. Losing her felt just as painful and if it wasn’t for her diary remaining in his possession, he probably would’ve convinced himself she hadn’t been real. That everything they did during those eleven months they spent together had been a hallucination brought upon being left alone. Only that wasn’t the case and Y/N had been real. All those memories were real. The pain was real and contrary to what he had expected, it didn’t deminish as the days went by. How can it ? There had been someone in his life, someone he had cared about more than he had ever thought possible and he had lost her… and there was no way to change that.
He didn’t want to break his last promise to her about not reading her diary again, and at first he only looked through the sketches. However a couple weeks later his entire self craved her way of thinking and he read her diary cover to cover, almost able to hear her voice as he did. Up until this point he had never understood sentimental attachments because it always hurt so much when you lose the person/thing but… Keeping her diary, going through it over and over again until he knew all the words written in there by heart and even after, made him feel less alone. Kind of like she was there with him.
Almost half a year since Y/N had been taken from him, he left his childhood in Portland leaving her a note just in case she found her way there. Kai knew she’d try everything she could to get back to him and get him out. Back in their first few months together he had shown her how to use a pager and he just couldn’t bear the thought she’d come back or they’d send her there again and she’d end up all alone. Kai headed to Virginia with his car, taking the long route there hoping maybe she’d catch up with him somewhere. But she never did.
Nearly half a decade later he got not one but two unexpected visitors and there it was again, that spark of hope that hadn’t been snuffed out completely, that maybe it was Y/N or someone who knew her. Kai spent four months watching the new comers, listening in on their conversations and found out his new cellmates were a vampire and a Bennett witch. He had the Ascendant, a Bennett and his hopes for getting out grew with each day. After crafting his plan carefully he managed to get Bonnie’s magic back and not too long after he found his way out of 1994.
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When he got back to the real world, first thing he did was go looking for his friend at her house. Kai’s excitement only grew as he made his way up the stairs to her room, remembering the way as if he had been in her home a thousand times when in reality in had been just a few visits back in 1994. There was no one in the house at the time and he figured he’d wait for her in her bedroom until she comes back. A part of him hoped that maybe Y/N was in the house after all, laying in bed with her headphones on listening to music and he could almost see her eyes lit up and her smile when he showed up at the door. He could almost see her jump off her bed and into his arms, holding him tighter than ever as if her life depended on it. However, nothing could’ve prepared him for what he found inside when he pushed the door open. Which was absolutely nothing but an dusty old dresser in one of the corners. His heart sank at the sight before him. What had happened ? Had they sent her away again or –
   “Who are you ?”
Kai turned around, coming face to face with a young boy around maybe 13 or 15 years old. He had the same hair and eyes as Y/N which meant that was her little brother.
   “Hey.” smiled Kai nervously, putting his hands in his pockets. “D-don’t scream. I am just looking for your sister. Y/N ? Is she here ?” he scratched his forehead. “I mean, her room is empty. D-did um did she move or something ?”
   “Y/N is in the cemetery.” said the boy, glancing at his shoes for a second. “Are you her boyfriend from 1994 ?”
   “B-boyfriend ?” asked Kai, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth realising Y/N had talked about him. “I um… I don’t know if that’s the word. We kissed a lot and did things before she um left… I am really bad at this ‘relationship’ stuff.” he laughed nervously.
Her brother smiled and Kai couldn’t help but notice how Y/N’s and her brother’s smiles were almost the same and for the first time in almost five years he felt a spark of happiness inside him. But it wasn’t just the smile. Kai’s mind was stuck at the word ‘boyfriend’. They had had their moments, here and there and he had read in her diary, after she had left, that she felt something for him. He still had trouble believing his girl had used words as ‘falling in love’ referring to him.
   “I am Thomas, her little brother.”
   “Kai.” he said shaking the boys hand. “Parker. I guess you know that. Can I wait for her here ? When is she coming back?”
   “No.” said her brother glancing at his shoes again. “I mean, she is not coming back. There was an car accident about six months ago.”
   “What ?” asked Kai, feeling his heart sink all the way to his shoes and possibly through the floor to the living room downstairs. “What do you mean ? Tell me.”
   “My sister… she talked a lot about you. She never stopped looking for the Ascendant, wanting to get you out, trying spell after spell and about a year ago she almost succeeded but um … your father found out and tried to take her memories of you away. Only it didn’t work because she was ten steps ahead of him.” said Thomas.
   “Smart girl.” said Kai with a small smile, dreading her brother’s next words. “My father he um… didn’t have anything to do with her death did he ?”
   “No. Not that I know of. Y/N was coming home from college to spend the weekend here. There was a storm, probably the worst one this town has ever seen. They said her car had slid down the road, hitting a car coming straight at her from the other end of the road.”
Kai swallowed hard. Five years and when he comes back he loses her all over again and this time forever. There was something weird happening in his eyes and felt them start to water a little and he fought back to push away all those emotions, refusing to believe she was gone. How can she be gone ?
   “A few days before she left for college, I walked in on her writing a letter … addressed to you. I guess she knew you’d find your way out.” said Thomas, walking past Kai into Y/N’s room. Her brother opened one of the drawers, revealing a double bottom and pulled out an envelope and a picture. Kai took them in his hands recognising her handwriting instantly. Malachai said the envelope. Weirdly he didn’t feel mad about it, because he now knew she liked his full name and that’s why she had kept using it.
   “She printed it out.” smiled Kai, thinking back of the memory. This had been around the fifth month after she arrived there, on her birthday. He had prepared a small picnic and they had been laying on the grass in the front yard when she had pulled out her camera and had suggested they take a ‘selfie’.
   “Y/N called me when the accident happened and asked me to tell you, if you ever got out and come looking for her and she is not around –” started her brother “– she never forgot about you. Not for one moment.”
   “I never forgot about her for a moment either.” said Kai quietly.
   “My sister carried this picture with her everywhere. She always said that was the best birthday she has ever had.” smiled her brother. “They um … they found her holding it when she –”
Kai swallowed hard. Last thing his best friend had been thinking about had been this moment. At least it had been a happy memory and… he had been in her thoughts when she died –

   “Come on, let’s take a picture.” she said enthusiastically.
   “No.” he covered his face. “Why do you need a picture ? We are together all the time –”
   “As a keep sake.” she said as if it’s obvious. “Please ? It’s my birthday after all. You can’t say ‘no’ to the birthday girl…”
Kai glanced at her. Y/N was giving him her best puppy dog eyes and a smile hid in the corners of her mouth. There was no way he’d ever say ‘no’ to her. Not now, not ever.
   “Give me the camera.” he grinned at her, taking the camera from her hands. “Alright but we do it properly right ?”
Kai blew his cheeks and glanced at her. Y/N covered her face and burst into laughter.
   “You look like Flounder.” she teased, laying on the grass next to him. “You are such a goof ball. On three … one, two –” and three she kissed his cheek and he snapped the picture.
   “I blinked.“ said Kai.
   “No, no … you didn’t, see ?” she said taking the camera from his hands, her fingertips brushing against his. Y/N tapped the screen and zoomed in on his face, mouthing a ‘wow’. “This is my new favourite picture. I will carry it with me, always.”


Thomas took a step towards Kai, studying his face. He had heard the stories from his parents and had heard the stories from his sister and now knew for sure his parents’ story had more than a couple of things wrong.
    “Can I um … have a moment alone with her?” asked Kai, his fingertips tracing the edges of the envelope.
   “Yeah.” said her little brother, patting him on the back. “I’ll be downstairs if you need me.”
   “T-Thanks.” said Kai, opening the envelope. He unfolded the letter, trailing his fingers on the handwritten words with a small smile on his face and slid down the wall, sitting on the floor in her room.

“Hey there stranger,
I guess my letter got to you before I had the chance. You must know, if I was there in this instant you’d be suffocated with hugs and kisses. Hahah. I am happy you got out of 1994 and even though I am no longer around, just know I never forgot you. Or any of our memories. There hasn’t been a day I haven’t thought about you or missed you. I wish we had never fought that day. I wish I had opened the door sooner. Maybe if I had, we wouldn’t have gotten separated.
As I am sure by now my little brother had told that I tried going back for you and getting you out. I tried, but your father found out. (P.S. What a dick ! Your father, I mean…) How ? That’s still a mystery to me and things didn’t end very well. I’d say I am sorry for stabbing him that day… but I am really not. ;)”

Kai laughed, wiping a tear from his cheek. Crying. He hated crying, though weirdly in that moment he didn’t really mind. “Damn Y/N !“

”You are probably wondering what happened that day. Honestly, it’s still a bit of a blur for me too. I was just opening the door when they appeared from thin air and someone grabbed me and dragged me towards the window. I wanted to say goodbye. I really did and I tried but they covered my mouth with a piece of cloth and drugged me. Next time I woke up, I was back in my room.
My parents tried to convince me it had been a dream, but I knew better. I could
never forget you and luckily for me, they hadn’t gone through my backpack and hadn’t found my camera. For sure they would’ve deleted all our pictures and I wouldn’t have been able to get over losing the last piece of you I had. By the way, that small black thing in here is a memory card with all of them.
You and I… we
will meet again. I have to believe this because other ways, going through the day is unbearable. I haven’t stopped trying to get you out and I think I got a lead and I really hope I reach you before this letter does.”

Kai reached inside the envelope and found a small black memory card. A small smile showed on his face realising he was getting a piece of her back, that he’d see her again even if it’s just still moments on a digital screen. He rested his head against the wall and was just about to continue reading when Thomas showed up and sat on the floor next to him.
   “My parents will freak out if they learn I know where their alcohol stash is, but I think you might need that.” he passed him a bottle with bourbon.
   “No. No, thank you.” said Kai folding the letter. “I um … Will you take me to her grave? I want to go there. To say goodbye. I never got to say goodbye in 1994.”

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They walked there, stopping on the way by a small flower shop where Kai got her her favourite flowers. Neither of them talked much, though Kai had questions about Y/N – where she had gone to college, what she was studying and most importantly how her parents had treated her after they got her back. Turned out Y/N had enrolled at Whitmore as an art major. Her parents had continued with her isolation because they had been afraid she’d corrupt her little brother and turn him into a monster. Not that this had stopped the siblings from spending time together and they had a lot of secrets kept from their parents and everyone else.
Almost a half hour later, they arrived at the cemetery and Thomas left him alone by Y/N’s grave just as Kai requested. He knelt down, left the flowers next to her headstone and sat before it cross-legged, running his fingers on her name engraved in the stone.
   “Never thought the next time I see you or talk to you again, you’d be two feet underground.” he sighed. “That’s kind of depressing and … kind of weird, isn’t ? Talking to a solid rock with an engraved name. You are making me break all my rules. I never care, I never feel … this pain. You broke me. Not really broke me but… I don’t know. I miss you and I truly am sorry for what happened that day. I wish I could go back and change it. Our last memory together was a fight … through a door. How sad is that ?” he pulled our her diary from his jacket pocket, opening the cover where now laid safely tucked away her last letter to him. “Until I met you, there had never been anyone important in my life and… losing you not once but twice. It’s just too hard, you know.” he swallowed hard, feeling his eyes water a little. “I never forgot about you either. God, I wish I had known about all this stuff you wrote about me sooner. Feelings are hard and I would’ve been a terrible boyfriend, but for you, I would’ve tried. I really would’ve.”
   “You wouldn’t have been a terrible boyfriend.” said a familiar female voice and a moment later Kai felt someone’s hand on his shoulder. He turned around and his eyes widened so much, they almost fell out of their sockets. There she was. It couldn’t be her, it was. Y/N looked different, older but it was definitely her. He squeezed his eyes shut for a moment and opened them again, seeing her still there less than half a metre away smiling, wearing black jeans, a white top and a black leather jacket with black converses.
   “Yep. I have most definitely gone mad.” he muttered.
   “No.” she smiled, kneeling on the ground next to him. “No, you haven’t. It’s me. I am really here.”
   “You are dead.”
   “Yes… and no.” she smiled and ran her fingers through her hair. “I am not a ghost, stop looking at me as if I am one.” she teased and Kai laughed. “I know my brother told you about my encounter with your dad. Anyways, ever since that accident, I made sure there was always vampire blood in my system and I met this girl at Whitmore – Elena Gilbert, who agreed to help me. I met your sister too by the way and your other brother, Olivia and Lucas –”
   “Y/N ?” he pinched her cheek. Y/N mouthed and ‘ouch’ and the next second Kai surprised himself by tackling her on the ground with a bear hug. “I thought I lost you forever. How – What ?? Does your family know ??”
   “Of course they know.” she said as if it’s obvious. “I became the family shame after I turned and my parents officially disowned me. My brother is forbidden from having any contact with me but … we get around.”
   “I can’t believe I am seeing you again.” he smiled widely. “Y/N, I am so sorry about that day –”
   “I know.” she smiled, cupping his face. “I heard you and thank you for the flowers. “she pressed her lips onto his, kissing him gently. “You know, I have never seen you this … distracted. I sneaked up on you and that was hardly possible in the Prison World.”
Kai laughed, drowning her in a kiss before resting his forehead on hers. “Wait, who is buried here then?”
   “No one.” she sighed. “My parents come to visit once a month, which honestly is very surprising considering everything and sometimes I lurke behind that giant angel tombstone over there, watching. However every time they walk past me, it’s like I am wearing Harry’s cloak of invisibility.”
   “Who?” he asked confused. “Who’s Harry ?”
Y/N laughed. “Right, we didn’t get to the Harry Potter books back in 1994. Come on, lets go somewhere, get coffee. I’ll tell you about Harry and you can tell me everything you’ve been up to. Starting with …. how you got out.”
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MASTERLIST - SMUT
MASTERLIST - FLUFF

Young George Harrison imagine One Shot

a/n: hello hello here i am again

impatience. want. always on edge. easily annoyed.

those were words with which paul, ringo and john could describe their guitarist george the past few weeks. being in liverpool for a few weeks and then going to america again made him quite unstable. he’d have mood swings, insomnia and his bad side - you could say - showing. why, you ask?

while the band was in liverpool, their home, george had reunited with his childhood friend and long-time crush, y/n. since they were kids, y/n and george had done everything together for their mothers were close friends and both families often did things together and visited each other. they had lived across the street from each other and always came over after school.

when george found out he really liked the girl as more than just a friend, he was in another country. far away from y/n physically and mentally. it was before they returned to their home town. but, in the few weeks he spent there, he never found the right moment to tell her. and y/n wasn’t exactly in the right state of mind as of her mother had passed away while george was away.

and now, when george was sixteen hours before seeing y/n again, he didn’t really know how to tell her how he feels. he wasn’t good at those things. and he was too embarrassed to ask his band mates for they already thought of him as the small one, the young one. george didn’t want to make the impression that he had no experience in girls. not that it’s not true, of course.

so, as george was laying in his hotel room, trying to fall asleep, y/n tortured his tired mind. she was the only thing on his mind and he couldn’t even get the chords on his guitar right, earlier on stage. it was the reason ringo, paul and john had left him sulking in a room for a good song was ruined during that night’s show. george stated in his mind that they don’t understand anything and that they don’t know what it’s like.

george didn’t know if y/n felt the same way about him, but he just felt like he had to tell her how he felt. he needed to let her know. how could he keep it a secret? that wouldn’t be fair to y/n. he was always listening to what she had to say to him, they both trusted each other. and for this was really important, he can’t not tell her about it. perhaps it may ruin their friendship, because they had known each other since their day of birth and wouldn’t be proper to be in love with your best friend, but… you just can’t help.

sometimes george thought that maybe he shouldn’t tell her. i mean, why would she like him? he was just some celebrity now, and thought of himself as nothing special. there are so many other guys that would guarantee her a better, more peaceful life. and neither george nor y/n knew if he would spend his whole life touring or not. so really, why would y/n want to be with anyone who couldn’t promise anything? she’d much rather have someone by her side who she could plan her whole life out with. george wasn’t that person.

nevertheless, george was going to tell y/n how he felt. in a little bit more than sixteen hours, he will. and perhaps everything will change and maybe nothing will. nobody could know.

“y/n, my dear sister, what are your plans for tomorrow?” mary (y/n’s sister, yeah, i wanted to name her properly) asked through the telephone. “i was thinking you could visit and spend time with my kids.”

“oh, mary…” y/n smiled, “sorry, but i’ve got to say no. tomorrow is a taken day for me.”

“you’re saying no? you mean you’ve got plans?” mary questioned.

“yes.”

“please, tell me, what in the world is better than meeting your lovely sister?”

“well,” y/n inhaled a huge breath, “george harrison is coming back to liverpool for a while.”

“ohhh,” mary said and chuckled, “is that the lad from that famous band? is he the one you’re in love with? he was on TV just moments ago.”

“mary,” y/n sternly said, but then let out a laugh, “right you are, you know me so well.”

“well, then i will leave you to it. don’t forget to use protection.” mary joked.

“dear lord…” y/n rolled her eyes with a smile.

“but seriously, when will you tell the poor lad? i bet he’s dying to know.” mary said.

“i don’t know…”

“you know he’s positive about you, don’t you? remember that phone call he made i told you about?”

“yeah, yeah, i remember. he could have been talking about you, though.”

mary rolled her eyes. “you naive little lamb. course he was talking about you! there’s no doubt. he always saw me as the strict older sister.”

“strict? don’t fool me.” y/n laughed. “but i’ll try and tell him, alright? so you don’t feel heavy about it.”

mary rolled her eyes again. “me? i have no part in this. and i don’t want any, either. only if i get to plan the wedding.”

“mary, shut it.” y/n said.

“love you, too, sis.” mary said with a chuckle.

“good evening to you.” y/n said and put down the phone, ending the call. she huffed. tomorrow will be a hard day.

being around a celebrity - that is what you can call george now - is hard enough, in public or not. but being around a celebrity who’s your childhood best friend and long-term love is much harder.

but y/n will hold it all in and somehow try to tell george how she feels about him. she needed to. she couldn’t keep anything from george. y/n wouldn’t do that to him.

the day came, and george with his bandmates had landed in the liverpool airport. their flight was nothing out of the ordinary, and the landing, too. hundreds of fans were waiting for them at the airport, but they quickly got away and drove to their desired places.

george’s parents greeted their son with a breakfast at his home. he didn’t want a party for him returning home, for he thought of that as unnecessary and too much of an event. there was just three of them at home, which george thought was enough.

after catching up with his mum and dad about what he had missed while being away, he got ready to visit y/n at her home. it was raining outside, but it wasn’t much of a bother. george thought he and y/n could take a walk somewhere, but maybe the sky will clear out. oh wait, could he properly walk around now? not really.

even to go to y/n’s house, he had to run so quick as if a pack of bears would be chasing after him. his skinny legs carried him over the pavement, past a few groups of girls sitting on the pavement. they started screaming and when they were up on their feet to run after him, george had already opened the door in the fence around of y/n’s house. seconds passed and he was safely behind the front door. having been in the house all his childhood, george professionally locked the door fully.

what if they smash the windows? no, thanks to the metal fence around the house, they couldn’t. and, george hoped, the girls would be polite enough to leave the house be.

once george had calmed his breathing and neated down his turtleneck sweater, he looked around the house. he didn’t see anyone near him, so he walked further into the house. for a regular person, it would be rude to just barge in y/n’s house, but george had… you could say, privileges. so, the young boy was sure she wouldn’t be badly surprised if she would see him walking around.

george studied the white hallway walls for new photographs. he only saw pictures of y/n’s family, y/n when she was younger, george and y/n as kids, teenagers and… there was just a place for one more photograph. if only they could take a picture now. george did bring his photograph home, but he left it at the house. eh, regret.

“george?” he heard her sweet voice calling from the other end of the hallway. george turned his head in her direction and saw her. finally. after all this waiting, he finally met her. he finally had a glance at her.

george stalked down the hallway towards her and as soon as he was close to her, he brought her in for a tight hug. y/n immediately wrapped her arms around george’s skinny frame and sighed into his sweater. “i’ve missed you.” george spoke in y/n’s ear quietly and slowly. y/n felt like she fell in love with him all over again because of his voice. he talked so sweetly and lazily, it sounded like his words were made of warm honey.

“i’ve missed you, too.” y/n replied. george wanted to stay this near to her forever, but the girl pulled away for this wasn’t all she wanted to do today. george almost whined at the loss of contact, but dealt with it. “how have you been? how did you even get in here?”

“oh, i ran.” george simply said. y/n raised her eyebrows. “the door was open.” george corrected himself. y/n chuckled.

“that’s irregular, but alright. did you lock it?” y/n walked into the kitchen of her house. george nodded. “thank you. would you like some tea?” she turned around as she had stopped at the kitchen counter and she saw george nodding again. y/n turned back around to face the kitchen window and heat the water in the kettle.

george leaned against the doorframe and watched y/n boiling the water. her hair hadn’t changed, her clothing style hadn’t either. her hips were softly swaying to the rhythm of a song that she was humming quietly to herself. she had a good voice and george had always told her that, but she didn’t take any serious notice of it. y/n was the same george had left her a month or so before. as beautiful, mesmerizing, humble and positive as before. but george thought he loved her more and more with every second.

“so, i probably sound boring if i ask you how was your mini-tour.” y/n spoke, getting the mugs and tea out of a cupboard. “but how was it?”

george smiled very faintly. “it's… it’s uh, very loud.” he replied. he heard y/n chuckle. “lots of people, you know. i’m sorry,” george started. y/n turned around to look at her friend, “i don’t want to talk about it. i feel like someone’s interviewing me.”

“oh, pardon me.” y/n turned back around to make the tea. “i just want to know how you’ve been doing.” y/n said and then turned back around to george with two hot mugs in hand. “shall we be going to the living room?” she asked.

george nodded, his facial expression showing that he had just returned to reality. the blueish grey light from the outside rain showed george’s cheekbones perfectly and y/n almost melted at the sight of him right then and there. she extended the mug in her hand towards george and he took it gladly. “it’s extremely hot.” y/n warned.

she walked back into the hallway and then into the spacious living room. it only had one sofa, a tv, a coffee table and the rest of the room was filled with books, blankets and pillows lying around. george followed y/n who sat down on the sofa and as he placed his mug on the coffee table, he spotted a black cat whirling its tail around the leg of the coffee table. “you have a cat now?” george spoke, leaning back down into the sofa.

“uh-huh.” y/n nodded. there was a gap between y/n and george and both of them could feel that it was the physical form of the awkward tension between them. “ricken?” the girl said and the cat perked its ears.

“ricken?” george furrowed his eyebrows. y/n chuckled as her cat jumped up on the sofa between her and george.

“yeah, i named it after one of your guitars.” she replied. “the rickenbacker. you still use it, right?”

“yeah, i do.” george said. she named her cat after my guitar?

“i named it after your guitar so that if you were gone for a long time, i’d have something connected with you at home, beside me.” y/n said.

“that’s really nice, y/n.” george said. “ricken?” the cat turned its head to george. he slowly started to pet the cat and it started purring. “a girl or a boy?”

“she’s a girl.” y/n replied. “so, how is your life? how have you been, george?” she asked, looking at george with her head turned sideways. george shrugged his shoulders.

“i’ve been alright.” he said.

“is there any girl on the horizon for you?” y/n smirked. george grinned and let out a soft chuckle.

“ah….” george started. could he say it right now? he didn’t want to, he wanted to spend some not ruined time with y/n, “let’s talk about that later.”

y/n chuckled, trying hard not to show any emotion. “alright. but-”

“could we talk about you?” george interrupted. “i feel like you think i’m the important one now. but i’m not. i’m here to spend time with you.” he spoke slowly, petting ricken who was sleeping in his lap then. “so how are you?”

y/n huffed. “i’ve been…. managing.” she said. “but it’s okay. i got ricken and started playing piano. i’m also working, so… i’m alright.”

“how old is ricken?” george asked.

“eight months or so.”

“hmm.” george raised his eyebrows. “she looks older, bigger.”

“it’s because of her species, i think,” y/n said, “at least that’s what the lady selling her told me.”

“the lady selling her?” george furrowed his eyebrows. “that sounds horrible.”

“don’t worry, george.” y/n said with a chuckle. “her cat gave birth to eight kittens total and she had no one else to give them to, so she just took them with her to the market and gave them away.”

“ooh.”

“ricken was the only one left.” y/n said. “the lady said that two families had taken all the others and ricken was sort of left behind. but then i appeared! only cost me a few pence.”

“that’s nice of you.” george said. “but i still don’t like the thought of people selling animals. it’s just like selling a person.” he admitted. “paul is good with cats, they love him.”

“paul?” y/n furrowed her eyebrows, trying to remember if george had ever mentioned him. “oh, wait-paul mccartney? the boy who introduced you to john? he plays bass, right?”

“yeah, that boy.” george laughed. “have you never met my mates, y/n? i thought i introduced them to you.”

“i don’t think i have. although, i hear from my sister that they’re all quite attractive.” y/n said and then chuckled. “you’re alright, too.”

george laughed. “thanks.”

“i’m just teasing. i’d love to meet them, though.” y/n admitted. “what are they doing while you’re all here?”

“uh… i don’t really know. john’s with cynthia. paul and ringo… “ george shrugged. “perhaps same as me, they never mentioned their plans.”

“hmm.” y/n hummed. “seems weird. your mates don’t tell you what they want to do.”

“i didn’t really ask them. we didn’t really have much time together.”

“what? you’re always together, no matter where.”

“well… it’s hard to reach me when i’m only thinking about one thing. i bet it’s that way with everyone. you just have that one focus and nothing else…” george felt himself drifting away as y/n wanted to ask him what’s that one thing on his mind. but then the young man cleared his head. “anyways, have you got anyone on your mind?” he suddenly asked.

“uhh…” y/n raised her eyebrows. now’s your chance, y/n, do it. she fidgeted with her fingers in her lap. “yeah, there is one person.”

“tell me about it.” george urged. y/n was silent. “c'mon, it’s alright. you can trust me.”

“okay…” y/n trailed off. “there is a guy i’ve known for a while.” she started. “and i really like him a lot, he’s like the perfect one! he likes the same things i do, he sings nicely and oh my… i just really like him, i feel like it’s love i’m feeling.” y/n blushed slightly.

“sounds good to me.” george shrugged his shoulders, pretending to think nothing of it. “do i know him?”

“yes, you could say that.” y/n nodded and chuckled. “what about you? tell me about your… romances.” the girl smiled at george.

“alright, well…” george sighed and looked at the ceiling. “your ceiling’s black.” he stated.

“don’t change the subject, george.” y/n warned, but chuckled. “but yeah. there was a day i felt artistic and i just got some paint and did it.”

“do you regret it?”

“no. it’s not that big of a change in the house, so i guess i don’t really notice it.”

“it looks nice.” george admitted and then looked back at y/n. “i’ll tell you about this love of mine, don’t remind me.” y/n chuckled and brought ricken in her lap. “she’s…. she’s one of a kind. i don’t think you could find anyone that would be even similar to her. she’s one in a million, y/n, and i’m afraid she doesn’t acknowledge it. i barely see her lately. but i’m waiting for the right moment to tell her, yet… i feel like i shouldn’t because it would ruin our friendship.” george spoke and his eyes showed that he was drifting mentally away. y/n knew at that moment, she really knew it was her george was talking about. mary was absolutely right. “but i’m just me. i’m nothing special. well, i am something special, but i’m sure she would like to be with someone who could guarantee her an ordinary life. with me having this band business and all, i can’t guarantee anything to anyone. and i’m the same as every other guy, there’s nothing really special about me, except i can play guitar and sing, but… besides that, i don-”

whatever george could have said, y/n drowned down her lips. she had realised george was feeling the same way about her as she did about him, it was she who george was talking so passionately about. she surprised him by putting her lips on his in a sweet kiss as her hand was on his cheek.

george’s eyebrows raised at the action, but he didn’t protest. instead, his hand wrapped around y/n’s neck and disappeared in her bright hair, pulling her closer. he inhaled a huge breath and kissed her back, pressing himself against y/n’s delicate body and with her agreement, he softly pushed her down on the sofa. ricken quickly jumped off the furniture with a loud whine.

“y/n.” he said suddenly, pulling away and steadying himself above her. george got so caught up in the moment, he didn’t know what he was doing. he searched y/n’s face for anything, but he couldn’t read her for the bliss he was in. “i waited so long to do that.” george admitted. “but you like someone else, i-”

“it’s you, george.” y/n whispered. “i was talking about you.” she stated. “please kiss me again.” she sighed before george bent down and glided his lips against hers again. y/n put her arms around george’s neck, pulling him closer to her. his one hand was on y/n’s waist and the other was in her hair while their kisses grew more and more passionate. “i can’t breathe.” y/n suddenly said. she didn’t know if it was only because of the kissing or also the bliss she was feeling at the moment.

“was that your first kiss, love?” george asked, making y/n melt at the nickname. she nodded. “mine, too.”

“wasn’t it some girl from school? or was that only rumours?” y/n furrowed her eyebrows.

“what?” george asked, confused.

“oh, nothing.” y/n said, shaking her head. she tilted her chin up at george and smiled. “do you really… feel like that… about me?” she whispered.

george nodded slowly. “i waited so long,” he said, “i felt like i would die if i wasn’t by your side at moments. you make me feel so good when i’m with you, i feel like i’m alright and nothing’s wrong or worrying me. it’s like… there’s just the two of us. and everything’s okay and we’re in our own little word.” george spoke quietly. “i just can’t live without you. you’re like those little… drug pills to me. every time i say goodbye to you, i need you more and more.” his fingers traced softly along y/n’s jawbone as he spoke.

y/n almost cried at his words, but she only blushed and smiled slightly. “that’s so nice of you, geo.” she said quietly. “thank you.” her hand made its way on george’s cheek. “you’re the nicest person ever.”

george smiled and kissed y/n again. he grunted quietly. “i just feel so good around you.” he sighed. george’s eyes looked at y/n’s lips, then her cheek and then he finally found her eyes again. “are you okay? with this?” he suddenly asked.

y/n laughed quietly. “yes.” she replied. “yes, i am.” her head nodded with a smile on her lips. y/n couldn’t completely believe this was all happening, but she played along either way. “i’m so glad that you’re here with me.”

george only looked at y/n, trying to push the fact that he would be going away in a month’s time out of his mind. to enjoy the moment. to appreciate that he was there, with y/n. he was the closest to her he had always wanted, holding her and talking to her. and for once, he could speak to her with no boundaries and nothing holding him back.

“george?” y/n and george heard a voice coming from the direction of the front door. “are you in there?”

george sighed. “who’s out there?” y/n asked as they both sat up on the sofa. george chuckled.

“eh, those would be paul and ringo and john.” he replied.

there were a few bangs at the door. “george!” boomed a stronger voice. george sighed again.

“i guess i’ll have to go out there.” he spoke. y/n chuckled.

“i’ll come with.”

“Don’t Sexualize Me.” - Zach Werenski

Requested - Yesssss: Hi can I ask for Zach Werenski one? where you guys went to beach and have a very sexy sexy time but then fight then come back together ? Thank you so much I love your work and your vibe💙(I love you thank you 😩😘)

Warnings - potentially getting bizzaaaay (insert syndrome quote here) , arguing, fluffy shieeet

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His lips pressed against mine forcefully as we laid in the sand. His hands felt up the sides of my body making their way to my chest but before he could grab anything I smacked his hand away causing him to laugh against my lips.

He kept his lips in place still moving in perfect motion with my own when he decided to take his hand down lower. I kept running my fingers through his hair.

“Why don’t we have some fun?” He mumbled against my lips. He put his hand on the inside of my thigh. I was about to let him continue until I heard children laughter running by and pushed him off of me.

“Seriously.” He groaned glaring over at the children running away from our area. “Why’d you stop Y/L/N?”

“There were children and I don’t think they want to be scarred for life seeing what we were about to do Werenski.” I laughed but he didn’t budge any bit. I can see the anger in his eyes as he laid back on the beach towel.

“Who cares.” He mumbled. “They are just kids, what are they going to do? I never get to have time with you and when I do something has to ruin it.”

I scoffed at him getting up from my spot and dusted myself off. He pushed his sunglasses over his eyes. Zach made no effort to even look at me. Why is he acting this way? I slid my sandals on and grabbed my empty drink cup.

“Where you going?” He pushed the sunglasses down slightly being able to see me.

“Going to get a drink.” I lifted my cup and gave him a dirty look.

“Don’t forget this .” He said as he through my lace wrap that covers my bikini. I scoffed at him throwing it back at him.

“Don’t need it.” I leaned down to pick up my wallet and was about to go before he opened his mouth.

“You know how many guys are going to look at you Y/L/N. as your boyfriend you should respect me enough to put it on.” He said that, he fucking just opened his big ass mouth and said that.

“And as your girlfriend you should respect my wishes and don’t sexualize me because you’re insecure about yourself. And you know what I will take it and not to please you but because I’m not coming back, call me when you’re done being an asshole.” I picked up everything that was mine including the car keys and walked away

I ignored his shouts for me as I made my way to the car. I slid my cover on and took a seat in the driver seat. It only took a few minutes to get to my apartment but something didn’t feel right.

I was always at Zachs place. I haven’t been to my apartment in days it felt odd. Everything was still in its place . I pulled my phone out of my pocket to see several missed calls and text messages. Ignore. I hit the button again as he tried to call me.

Within minutes another face popped up on my screen. Dylan. I knew he was calling for Zach but I never ignore Dylan he is too good of a friend to me.

“What’s up?” I sighed into the phone.

“Where are you?” Zachs voice rang through the phone rather than Dylan’s.

“I answered the phone to talk to Dylan , therefore he’s the only one I will answer to.” I snapped causing an angry groan to escape his lips as he passed the phone I could hear them talking.

“Hey Bia (nickname) . Where you at?” Dylan sighed.

“Why are you doing his dirty work. Did he tell you what he did?” I questioned the boy. By the time of his voice he knew.

“He told me. And it was wrong. He just wants to make it right Bia.” Dylan begged so he could stop listening to Zachs whining.

“Stop calling me Bia you’re being just as bad helping him right now. And like I said when he’s done being an asshole I’ll be at my place.” I hung up the phone and set it on the counter putting my do not disturb on.

I went to my room and laid on my bed. After a few hours I heard the front door open and then close. I could recognize those footsteps from anywhere. Zach opened the door and made his way over to the bed.

“I’m sorry.” He spits out before I could get a word in. “What I said was wrong and uncalled for and even being upset I shouldn’t have said it.”

I nodded my head and he took that as an invitation to come sit next to me. I snuggled into his side as he wrapped an arm around me.

“If you ever talking to me like that I’ll put your hand in a meat slicer and make a Hero out of you.” He bursts into laughter as I finish my sentence giving me a small peck on the head.

“I won’t i promise baby.” He whispers holding me tightly against his body.