i just felt like making a gif set about him because he is so much fun

Oh Shit

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Title: Oh Shit

Pairing: Gabriel x Reader

Word Count: 1,182

Warnings: Cursing, fluff

A/N: This was requested by an Anon! I hope you all love this!! You can send in headcanons until 12/05/2016 EST for the 500 follower celebration! Also I forgot I was going to post this today, so I’ll start posting headcanons on Monday!

After a tough and grueling hunt, you wanted to let loose.  Being around Sam and Dean wasn’t going to help either.  They argued the whole way back to the bunker.  Bringing them to the bar was not an option.  You wanted to bring Gabriel with you, but he was busy with Castiel.  They were tracking down Lucifer.  You convinced yourself you didn’t need your boyfriend Gabriel to be around for you to have fun.

When you arrived at the bar, you were dressed in a pair of tight jeans, a flannel, and a jacket that Gabriel had given you.  Nothing too revealing; nothing that said “I’m available”.  You felt confident and excited to get a night to yourself to relax.  You strolled into the bar, observing what they had to offer.  There was a stage for karaoke and of course a bar where they served alcohol.  There was already someone on stage, obviously drunk as they sang, but everyone cheered anyway.

As you reached the bar you ordered a couple shots of whiskey.  You realized you had forgotten to eat before you left.  A chuckle escaped your lips, knowing that this meant the alcohol would hit you much harder than you expected.  You turned your head to the left seeing someone who hadn’t taken their eyes off of you the whole time.  You were with Gabriel, but that didn’t mean you couldn’t talk friendly to other guys, right?

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Never in your life had you been this smitten with a person. Harry Styles was literally the embodiment of the word ‘perfect’, and everything he did made you feel as giddy as a schoolgirl - he had you wrapped around his pinky finger and you two had only been out on six dates, which was a lot of dates in your book. You had never experienced anything like this before. To just have Harry casually walk into your life and whisk you away into the world of a fairytale-like romance. Your romantic life was nonexistent throughout high school, although you never really bothered with crushes and flirting because hello, you were focusing on your grades! Now that you were out of high school and fresh into your second year of college, your whole idea of ‘being in love is dumb and only exists in romantic comedies’ completely changed. There was just something about Harry that made you want to scream - in a positive manner, obviously.

Where’s he taking you tonight?” You were on the phone with Y/F/N, seeing as she always knew exactly what to say when you had pre-date jitters. You weren’t nervous to see Harry, you were just… Well, you didn’t know why exactly your palms were getting clammy. 

“I actually made dinner for us tonight!” Your phone was sandwiched in between your ear and your shoulder as you spoke, lifting the lid up off the pot to check on the spaghetti sauce. It was bubbling away and it smelled pretty good - thank god for Buzzfeed recipes. 

“…He’s never going to want to see you again after he tastes your cooking.” 

“Wha- I’ll have you know my spaghetti is… well, it’s better than average!” You huffed, setting the lid down with a clatter before walking over to lean against the side of the counter. “Plus, Harry’s too sweet to tell me my if my cooking’s disgusting or not. Which, it’s not.” 

He’s almost too nice.” Y/F/N joked, “How’d you meet him again?” 

You remembered it almost as if it was yesterday, and you’d like to say the day you met Harry seemed like a page taking right out of a piece of fanfiction. Because you weren’t the most social of people, you spent most of your time working at the campus library. Organizing books and reading quietly behind the counter was very much soothing for you and was a way for you to escape reality temporarily. (You tried getting Y/F/N to sit down and read a book with you once but she ended up going to a nearby party instead.) 

Harry had come in one afternoon with his cozy looking cardigan, his too-skinny jeans, and his dorky little glasses, asking you with a polite smile if you had any books related to painting techniques floating around anywhere. (That explained the splotches of paint on his shirt. He sure did look like an art student.) You, being you, naturally got intimidated by him because wow, he was pretty, took nearly a minute to finally get a proper sentence out of your mouth and point him towards the shelves. After that encounter, you automatically assumed Harry thought you were the weirdo who was at the library 24/7. And then he came in the next day. And the next, and the next, and sometimes he wouldn’t even be looking for a book. Sometimes he’d come just to talk to you, for some unknown reason. You were terrible at conversations when you were nervous, and Harry made you nervous in a way where it felt like butterflies were in your tummy. It didn’t take long for you to open up a little and begin recommending books to him, even letting him check out a couple extra books without charging it on his student card. (Maybe he only stuck around because you were giving him free books.) He even lent you his cardigan - which remained in your closet to this day. 

“Yeah, a ‘we met at the library’ would’ve been good enough.” 

“You’re the one who asked!” You pouted, walking over to the window and looking down from your apartment. “I dunno, he’s just so nice, and funny, and awfully charming, and to top it all off he’s gorgeous. Did I mention he has tattoos?”

Just like the bad boy of your fan fiction dreams.” 

“He really is! He’s way out of my league so it’s a miracle he seems to like me.” 

But you haven’t kissed him yet?” Truth be told, you had been putting the first kiss off. Not because you didn’t want to kiss Harry, because you really, really did… You just didn’t want him to think you were a bad kisser because you had zero experience. You two had almost kissed once, after your… fourth date? Your phone going off in your pocket interrupted that, causing you to pull away from Harry with blushing cheeks and a sheepish smile. After that, you thought you had ruined your chances - which wasn’t the case because he was still talking to you! 

“I will, eventually. When the timing’s right, I’ll kiss him.” You sighed dreamily, already feeling woozy at the thought of Harry’s lips pressed against your own. You really were whipped for him. You glanced down from the window once again, your eyes widening slightly in excitement at the sight of Harry stepping out of his car. 

“I wonder what he’s like in bed.” 

“I- Y/F/N! Quit thinking about that, you creep!”

“All I’m saying is that you should lock him in as soon as you can!” You clicked the speaker button, setting your phone down on the coffee table as you worked to fluff up the pillows. This was Harry’s first time at your place and you wanted him to be somewhat impressed by the cleanliness of your apartment. 

“I’m just enjoying the time I have with him now. I’m not thinking about what he’s like in bed, unlike some people.” 

Oh, please. Everyone’s who seen Harry on campus thinks about what he’s like in bed. Look at his face! And his body! Plus, he has perfect biceps to bite into when he’s-” 

“He’s not a piece of meat, Y/F/N.” 

When the time comes, you have to call me immediately after you bang him.” You loved Y/F/N, but she could be a little extra at times. Now was definitely one of those times. 

“I will not be calling you after I have sex with Harry- Why are we even-”

Wait, do you even want to have sex with him?? Is that why you haven’t kissed him yet?” 

“No, that has nothing to do with- Of course I wanna have sex with- Look, Harry’s a very busy person so he probably doesn’t have time to bloody bang me in the first place!” You exasperated, picking your phone up and bringing it to your ear again. And then the doorbell rang. You whipped around to look at the door, feeling the heat rush up to your cheeks. There was a chance Harry just heard the entirety of that conversation. “I gotta go-” 

“Alright, have fun bangin-”

“Don’t even- I’m hanging up, bye.” You tossed your phone to the side and padded over to the door, fanning yourself quickly as if that was going to make your cheeks less red. Mustering the most friendly smile you could, you opened the door to see Harry standing there with a bouquet of gardenias and a bottle of wine. “Hey…” 

“Hey, stranger. Everything alright?” Harry smiled, leaning down to press a kiss to your cheek before handing you the bouquet. “You’re a little red.”

“I’m just… hot from the cooking.” You waved it off, shutting the door after he had come in. 

“Oh, and by the way?” Harry turned to look at you, his lips tugging up in a cheeky grin. “My schedule’s wide open, love.”

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KAI PARKER X READER 

SIPHON 

(SOME SMUT AT THE END)

Request: Kai prompt is pretending to help the group but is really just bored and trying to raise havoc by actually helping kai. Kai siphones her magic in front of the group expecting it to hurt but she gets pleasure from it. Idk

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The mystic falls group stood spread out in worry, walking forward into what seemed to be an invisible wall that surrounded them and prevented their escape. They were aggravated now, kicking and punching at the shield magical barrier that had trapped them for over an hour now. The sun was starting to set, causing the ground to glow orange under their feet, and a cool chill to raise goosebumps to their skin.

“Where is that god damned heretic when we need him!?” Caroline rolled her eyes and sunk onto the ground, admitting defeat as she blew her blonde curls from her eyes.

“Probably taking his sweet time,” Damon growled while vamp speeding around the bubble with agitation and slamming his fists at the air.

“Or because he doesn’t get anything out of it,” Stefan said quietly, still as stone as he simply stared out with a long sigh.

“And my magic isn’t doing anything, I don’t know what to do,” Bonnie said. “What about you, (Y/N)? You’ve been awfully quiet.”

The girl stood apart from the others, her hand against the barrier, fingers sinking into the magic, head tilted to the left, lips barely parted. She wore torn black jeans and a pale blue sweater, her hair tied into two messy braids that framed her face.

“Hm?” she asked with little interest.

“Your magic,” Bonnie repeated, “is it working?”

“No,” she flat out lied, quickly drawing her hand away before they could notice her fingertips sinking through.

She spun to face them, their brows raised and arms folded as the group stared her down.

“I’m telling the truth,” she shrugged, twirling a strand of her soft hair around her index finger.

“Sure you are,” a voice said from behind them.

Kai Parker strutted over to the group, his slender fingers tucked lightly into his tattered jean pockets, iconic smirk plastered to his rounded lips. He stepped over to the barrier, tongue nudging the edge of his cheek as his lips split into a big grin, head cocking to the side with amusement. He stopped outside the wall, looking them over with his piercing blue eyes before finally settling on the pretty little thing that stared daggers at him.

“Kai,” Stefan began quietly, “please help us.”

“Now why would I want to do that?” he chuckled to himself, little dimples lighting his cheeks.

“To prove you’re not an utter dick,” Damon huffed.

“Oh, but I am,” Kai laughed aloud, pacing around the increasingly heated group before stopping just in front of the girl who he proceeded to devour with his eyes. He liked watching the way her eyes would avert his as her cheeks got all pink, unable to resist melting under that gaze.

“What about you, princess? You have anything to say for yourself?” he hummed softly.

“Why would I?” she responded nervously, chewing at her lower lip with worry.

“Because I didn’t set up this trap,” Kai answered knowingly, “you did.”

It went silent as all eyes went to her, and she tried with little luck to stand her ground, “I didn’t.”

“Mhm,” Kai said, vanishing into thin air before appearing behind her. His arms went stretching around her from behind, his front pressed roughly into her as he gently used his slender fingers to ease her body through the magical barrier, his breath on her neck making her go dizzy as she blinked her eyes closed, opening them again to see herself outside the barrier.

“So then tell me, why can you go through that?” he breathed against her neck, cool rings sliding down her arms and making her shiver as he pulled himself away.

“I-just-I-” she stammered and looked away from the glares of Caroline, Bonnie, Stefan, and Damon. Her eyes flickered to Kai’s knowing ones, and suddenly she couldn’t help herself as she burst into a fit of giggles, unable to stop her chortles of laughter.

“It worked,” Kai beamed fondly at her, pulling her into his hips with a laugh.

“It did,” she grinned at the heretic.

“What did you do?” Caroline snapped.

“Had fun,” she answered.

“What are you talking about?” Damon rushed at the barrier but was propelled back.

“You guys never lay off me, never give me a break,” she paused, feeling Kai’s fingers attach to her hips, “or Kai, for that matter.”

“He’s a monster,” Bonnie snapped.

“That’s what you might think,” she defended him, her brows furrowed in anger.

“No, you’re just his new siphoning toy,” Caroline snapped. “He’s just going to end up hurting you.”

She opened her mouth to respond, but before she could, Kai seized her and brought his arm around her to pin her against him. She struggled under his grip, but he was too strong for her to budge, Kai smirking as she squirmed in his arms.

“Kai,” she wheezed, looking up at him helplessly.

“What if they’re right, hm?” his nostrils flared, challenging her.

“I’ve known you for months and you’ve never tried that, Kai…I trust you,” she relaxed under his force.

“But if I did?” he breathed, trailing his fingertips across her arms and sending electricity through her blood.

His blue eyes danced across her face, but her lips twitched and she nodded, lacing her fingers gently through his own and watching as his eyes widened in surprise.

“It’s okay,” she encouraged him, tucking her face into the crook of the heretic’s neck and closing her eyes.

“I trust you,” she repeated softly, bracing for the worst.

Kai pressed his palms harshly into hers, not withdrawing when he felt the warm crackle of magic in her bloodstream, squeezing lightly rather than withdrawing from his craving. Their hands glowed orange where he siphoned her magic, Kai’s lips parting and eyes fluttering as he took her in like a drug. He counted in his head, waiting for her to gasp out in pain at any moment, his free hand gently sliding through her locks to ease her, but it never came. Kai blinked through his long lashes to look down at the girl, her knees momentarily giving way, face contorting slightly, but not with pain.

“(Y/N)?” he panted softly, trying to focus on her over the fire in his bloodstream.

She blinked up at him, mouth falling open, but her noise was muffled as she burrowed her face directly into Kai’s front to prevent him from hearing her. Her nose squished into the crook of Kai’s neck as she desperately tried to focus on anything except his scent and the way she could feel Malachai Parker’s magic sending electricity through her every nerve, and how good it made her feel.

Kai hastily removed his hand from hers, the magic getting cut off from his system at once. The trapped magical entities behind the barrier stood in shock, lips bent in worry as they attempted to assess the situation from their vantage point. Kai felt a smile tickle the corners of his mouth as she pulled back from him, her cheeks flushed, skin burning, and lower lip quivering as she refused to meet his eyes.

“That didn’t hurt, did it, sweetheart?” he ran his tongue over his lips with amusement, only growing more satisfied when she blushed increasingly more by the second.

“Malachai,” she nudged him and tried to move past him, but he seized her roughly by the waist before she could.

“Kai,” she barked angrily, eyes flying up to his mischievous ones, “let me go.”

“You like it, don’t you?” he chucked, a hunger instantly flaring within him.

“No,” she tried lamely, hand snapping up to push Kai.

The heretic caught her easily by the wrist before she could remove herself, head tilting as he murmured, “you never were good at lying, were you?”

And before she could begin to respond, Kai squeezed her flesh, energy pouring into his system, not so much from the magic, but the way she instantly went sinking to the ground with an involuntary groan of pleasure, Kai scooping her up into his front before she could hit the ground.

“Let- me go-” she gulped for air, her body starting to quiver as Kai drank her magic up like a juicebox, her breath hitched at her throat.

“We both know you don’t want me to do that, princess,” he chortled, loving the way she crumbled in his arms.

She tilted herself to see the others, but Kai pressed a slender finger to her lips, “they can’t see or hear you anymore.”

She whimpered and dug her lower lip beneath her teeth and turned her head so as to avoid giving Kai satisfaction, which only made him want it more. His fingers crawled under her chin, forcing her jaw up so he could watch her properly, the pleasure she so clearly couldn’t hide, the furrowing of her brows and flutter of her eyelashes.

“It’s okay, baby,” he brushed his fingertips against her lower lip encouragingly, cool rings to her mouth, “let it out.”

Her nails sunk into his wrists as her knees buckled again, mouth falling open as she let out his name in a slow quiet moan, and god did he love the way his name sounded tumbling off her lips like that. She instantly brought her hand over her mouth, her head lamely shaking as she tried to restrain from doing the same again. 

“Say my name,” Kai brushed his lips across her earlobe.

Her pretty eyes blinked up at him, and he saw something in them he’d never seen before, something that none of her magic could ever crave. Then, he watched in surprise as her lips twitched faintly, smirk tickling the edges of her mouth.

“No,” she panted softly, teasing him.

“No?” he growled, jaw pulsating as she challenged him, his eyes darkening, and voice coming husky and soft as he said, “don’t test me.”

He squeezed hard at her wrist, tightening his grip on her and watching with satisfaction as her eyes slammed shut, head rocking back.

“Kai,” she begged softly, blinking up through watery vision at his lust filled eyes, “Fuuuck.” It was soft and drawn out, but not enough.

Kai slid one hand gently up to cradle her face, his siphoning hand switching to her waist and drawing the source of pleasure to the hem of her jeans, sending crackles of electricity sinking through her flesh and down to where she ached so badly for him. Her hand went flying to Kai’s, and she laced her fingers over his as he maneuvered his slender fingers past her waistline and guided him to where she needed him most. He ran his fingers over her underwear, sliding his large hands under her before sending a final jolt through her core, and the sight of her like that alone was too much for him. But just as she began to shake beneath him, to twitch and squirm and beg release, he withdrew himself and cut out the siphon link. The girl blinked her eyes open in confusion, taking in sharp breaths as Kai stood her back up, the magical shield instantly dissolving and releasing the mystic falls group before she could process what was happening.

“For another time,” he breathed, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ears.

She pouted at him in frustration, back to the approaching group.

“You thought you had my weakness all figured out,” he paused and dipped his lips lightly into hers, withdrawing with a satisfied smirk, “I guess I should’ve known I’d be yours.”

And then he was gone, leaving her only with the briefest taste of himself.

Imagine bringing your son to see Chris.

A/N: I just really like the name ‘Jack’, this is not part of a mini-series.

In the third week of September, Chris and Dodger traded the comfort of your beautiful home in Los Angeles for a simple two bedroom apartment in Atlanta. After two weeks of rest from filming ‘Red Sea Diving Resort’, Chris was back to work for the second part of ‘Avengers: Infinity War’. Marvel was still yet to give Chris a definite wrap date, but it was estimated he’d be home before Christmas. If the two of you were to compare your schedules for 2017, Chris had had it a little tougher. He worked out that in between the the press conferences and promotion events for ‘Gifted, and the back-to-back filming for ‘Avengers: Infinity War’ and ‘Red Sea Diving Resort’- he only had three measly months with his wife and son. Those had been his words exactly so it wasn’t hard for you to work out that he was dreading his thirteen weeks in Atlanta.

You understood his dread, it was the same one you felt whenever you had to leave for months on end. The dread had nothing to do with the job itself. The job was the fuel for the fire within, it sparked excitement and passion and immense joy. Acting, filmmaking, the idea that you could change someone’s life through a simple film- it was what got you out of bed in the morning. You weren’t numb to the difficulties of being away from each other, but as veterans of the industry, both you and Chris had been well ferberized; long distance became a friend rather than a enemy. It wasn’t until the birth of your son that changed how the two of you viewed your fulfilling yet incredibly demanding jobs.

Before, thirteen weeks in Atlanta would’ve been nothing to Chris. Atlanta was just another state in America, he was just a short flight away from home. He could take Dodger along with him, he was surrounded by his cast mates who really felt more like his second family, and it was easy for his friends and family to visit if they wanted to. You weren’t constantly on his mind because he knew you were busy with your own career, and when you checked in you were checking in as his wife and not the mother of his child. It was different now, when you called it wasn’t just so you could hear his voice. There was a child in the picture, a three year old who didn’t understand the industry and wanted his parents around. It eased Chris slightly knowing you were on break while he was in Atlanta, he would’ve felt much worst knowing his little man didn’t even have you with him.

It was hard, neither had admitted otherwise. Every interview, every time someone asked “are you thinking about Jack right now?” The answer was always yes, it didn’t matter what you were doing or who you’d left your precious boy with- Jack was always on your mind. You were a little better than Chris, you could say goodbye without making too much of a fuss. Chris would’ve taken you and Jack with him to South Africa if you’d let him. Every day for the two weeks before he left for Atlanta, he’d a specific amount of energy dedicated into convincing you to come with him for the thirteen weeks he was away. “You’re on break, Jack’s three. We’re in a sweet spot right now where neither you nor him have to be anywhere, if our roles were reversed I’d definitely take advantage of the situation and go live with you.” His reasoning came to no avail. It wasn’t because you didn’t think he was right about how things were currently in a sweet spot, but because you knew he was going to have sixteen hour days ahead of him. You and Jack were hardly going to see him, you didn’t want to get in the way of their shoots by being on set. Whatever moral support he craved from the two of you were going to have to be given in spirit whether or not you were in the same state. You loved him and you wanted him to have his wife and son with him but you couldn’t do thirteen weeks in Atlanta.

You did, however, agree to two weeks after a week of your boys begging, whining, and pouting. And when you said boys, you meant Dodger included. It was Chris’ puppeteering, he had a masters in manipulation and tugging at your heartstrings. He knew how much you loved him, it never took long for you to cave. The sentence that got you this time was, “I just need my girl.” It was a sentence that got you every time, really. After you hung up, you went online and booked your flights. You didn’t verbally tell Chris you’d agreed to his request, you just forwarded your e-ticket confirmation. Ten minutes later, you received a MMS of his happy face.

Chris’ day ended around 7:18PM and arrived at the apartment a few hours later at 9:28PM. He stood outside his front door and just smiled knowing his little family was waiting for him behind that door. He had no idea how literal that thought was because inside, Jack and Dodger were waiting in front of the door ready to pounce. Their sharp ears had heard the jingle of Chris’ keys, causing them to barrel from the bedroom to the front door. All the while Jack was shrieking with excitement, “Daddy’s home!” You would’ve been surprised if Chris didn’t hear it through the walls.

“Oof,” Chris stumbled slightly when Jack and Dodger threw themselves at his legs. He looked down and chuckled, resting a hand on his son’s head. “Hiya, bud.” Chris closed the front door behind him and lowered his bag. “What are you-” he lifted Jack into his arms, “still doing up? And-” he sniffed the air, narrowing his eyes at the strong smell of cinnamon. “Why does the apartment smell like cinnamon?”

“Waddles is making cinnamon waffles,” Jack explained as Chris followed the scent around the corner to the kitchen. He chuckled when he saw you making waffles with ‘Waddles’, the penguin shaped waffle iron. He still couldn’t believe you’d brought that along for a two week trip, but then again he was glad you did. It was a Sunday tradition to have penguin waffles, Jack couldn’t be deprived of that while he was in Atlanta. “We’re having a midnight snack.”

“But it’s only nine-thirty-”

“Yeah, but his bedtime’s eight. Nine-thirty is his midnight,” you said and Chris laughed, setting Jack down on his feet. Jack padded off to join Dodger on the couch whereas Chris walked over to you, pecking you on the lips. “I missed you too, Captain,” you winked and he chuckled, patting your butt.

“Why is he up past his bedtime?”

“He wanted to wait for you,” you answered. “Usually he falls asleep while waiting, but tonight he’s just not tired. Which is surprising considering we spent the whole afternoon at the trampoline place. I don’t know, I think all the excitement from being Tigger is still coursing through his little body. It was so cute, I wish you were there. He wore his little Tigger onesie and sang ‘The Wonderful Thing About Tiggers’ while jumping. I got photos and videos, I’ll show you later.”

“That’d be great. Thanks, baby,” he kissed your cheek then walked over to join Jack and Dodger on the couch. “How was the trampoline park?” He quizzed, plopping down next to Jack. Dodger jumped off the couch then jumped back up onto the other side of Chris. “Did you have fun?”

“So much fun, Daddy,” Jack crawled onto Chris’ lap, cupping Chris’ face in his small hands. “I bounced and bounced and bounced.” Chris smiled, scrunching his nose at Jack. “You should’ve seen me, I bounced so high! Tigger would have been so proud of me.” He said with a wide grin.

“Is that why you’re hungry again, because you bounced so much in the day?” Chris asked, tickling his sides. Jack giggled and squirmed, falling into Dodger as he tried to escape Chris’ tickles. “You’re lucky you’re three, pal. Otherwise you’d have to join me and the rest of the Avengers at the gym tomorrow.”

“The gym?” Jack gasped excitedly as he rose to his knees. “I want to go to the gym!” Chris looked over at you and laughed when you pursed your lips at him. Jack idolized his dad, anything Chris did- he wanted to do too. “Can I come to the gym with you tomorrow?”

“Why don’t you come eat your waffles, mister?” You called and Jack’s eyes lit up. Chris helped him off the couch and he quickly ran over to you, making speedy sound effects with his mouth as he did. Chris and Dodger followed at a slower pace, settling at the dining table where you and Jack were walking over to with a plate of penguin waffles. “Do you want syrup, buddy? Or are you just going to eat them like that?”

“Syrup and ice-cream, Mama!” Jack clapped excitedly.

“No,” you laughed with a shake of your head. “You get syrup, or nothing.”

“But we had syrup and ice-cream the last time Waddles made waffles, remember?”

“What?” Chris turned to you with a dramatic gasp. “He had syrup and ice-cream, Mama?” You rolled your eyes, involuntarily smiling. “All the times you reprimanded me for feeding our son unhealthy foods, you look like a total hypocrite now.” He teased and you rolled your eyes. “What exactly do the two of you get up to when I’m not around? Do you phone it in and just feed him candy and pizza?”

“You can’t forget ice-cream, we eat ice-cream at every meal.”

“And we stay up all night watching Disney movies,” Jack added, grinning.

“Do you?” Chris gasped, giving Jack the enthusiastic response he wanted. “Aw, no fair.” He pouted when Jack nodded. “Do you know you are living the life I’ve always dreamed of having?” Jack giggled as he took a bite of his waffle. “How come Mama lets you do all the fun stuff, yet I have to eat my vegetables and go to sleep on time?”

“That’s ‘cause Mama loves me more,” Jack retorted, drawing laughter from the both of you. Chris looked over at you with a raised brow and you stifled your urge to laugh even harder. “Do you love me more, Mama?” Jack asked the same question Chris had silently asked moments before. You just chuckled and reached down to pat Dodger who’d rested his head on your lap.

“I love Dodger the most,” you answered.

“Dodger?” Both your boys gasped and you laughed.

“He doesn’t bother me with ridiculous questions like who do I love more.”

“I know it’s me,” Jack shrugged nonchalantly, a little too smugly for Chris’ liking.

“You keep wishing, little man.” Chris bit playfully. He really wouldn’t have cared if you said you loved Jack more, after all a mother’s love was incomparable. But he was competitive and he liked competing with his mini-me. “Mama makes you waffles and lets you stay up late, do you know what she does for me? She-”

“Hey, no,” you cut him off, laughing. He smirked, wiggling his brows. “Chris Evans, eat a waffle and shut up. I’m ending this, I love the both of you equally. Jack, Daddy, Dodger- I love all three of you with my whole heart, okay? There is no need to compete for my love ‘cause I have distributed it evenly amongst the three of you, okay?”

“Okay,” they nodded and you let out a sigh, resting your chin in your palm. You watched them as they ate, smiling at the way they were playing with their penguin shaped food. You loved every silly little moment with them, all that domestic bliss. You were glad you decided to fly out, get a good dosage before you had to depart from Chris again. You didn’t really notice how much the two of you had missed him until now. The fact that Jack fought so hard to stay awake just to spend time with Chris was a real eye opener. You’d lied when you said he wasn’t tired, you’d seen him yawn a few times while waiting. But he was wide awake now, happily chatting with his dad and munching on his waffles.

“Daddy, guess what?” Jack said after a while.

“What is it, pal?” Chris asked, unaware he was about to be attack by Jack’s quick wits.

“Jack, Daddy, Dodger,” he repeated what you’d said earlier, much to both your confusion.

“What?” You and Chris quizzed simultaneously with narrowed eyes.

“Mama said my name first,” he answered with a cheeky grin and the two of you burst into laughter.

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I just love you so fucking much

(Zach Dempsey mini-series part II)

Part I Part III

A/N: Here you have a second part, I think I’m going two more parts (like a mini series) so enjoy it :)

Warnings: English is not my first language.

Words: 1.793

REQUESTS ARE OPEN

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It had been almost four months since Zach asked me out that wonderful day and I’m glad to say that I made the right decision because being with him was the best thing that had happened to me in a long time.

I already knew how kind he could be, but now it was something totally different, he made me feel like if there were no one else in this world but us, he always had a compliment for me in the mornings and the thing I liked the most was that he never tried to hide our relationship, in fact, there were times that it looked like he wanted everyone to know that we were together.

Nevertheless I didn’t like spending time with his friends, I have to say that Alex was my favourite and we used to talk in school, Justin was better than I expected, Monty thought he was better than everyone else and I didn’t even want to see Bryce, having him around made me feel uncomfortable.

Even though everything was ideal there was something around my head lately and it was the fact that we hadn’t done it yet. There had been so many opportunities, but we didn’t make it to the end.

We were taking things slowly and I loved it because that was one of the reasons why our relationship was drama free, bit when it came to that particular thing I couldn’t help but feel bad with myself because it was always him the one who avoided the situation and I knew he had been in other relationships and one night stands, so I couldn’t understand why he didn’t want to have sex with me.

“Oh come on love” he begged pulling my hand backwards in his direction so I could face him “come to the party, you never come to any of them” he was making a puppy face, something he knew that always worked.

“Maybe because I don’t like parties and because you always get drunk” I answered trying to stay firm.

“I promise, if you come I won’t drink a single cup” he said lifting his hand, like he was doing an oath.

“I don’t know Zach… I don’t feel like going to a party” I stopped looking at him and I lowered my tone “but that doesn’t mean you can’t go and have fun”

If there were something I wanted to avoid that was being a possessive girlfriend, one who deprives his boyfriend of things if she’s not involved, I didn’t want to make Zach stop having fun because of my insecurities.

“I would have fun if you were there” I looked at him in the eyes again, with all the love I had to give him with just a look and he brought his lips to mine immediately.

“I’m going to be late for math” I mumble between kisses.

“Then I’ll see you later” he said before giving me another kiss in my lips and other in my forehead, he let my hand go and left for his next class.

I walked to math where I sat with Alex, which wasn’t a great help because neither him nor me were good in this class.

While we were doing the exercises the teacher had said, and I had to say I was trying really hard to understand something in that paper, Alex talked.

“Are you going to tell me what the matter is?” I lifted my head to look at him, I didn’t get what he was talking about “You’re awfully quiet today and what’s even worst, you’re trying to do this exercises, something is really wrong” I sighed, resting my back in the chair; I didn’t think it was so obvious.

“Normally I wouldn’t say this to anyone, I’m not that kind of person who talks about her private life, but since you know Zach longer than me, maybe you can help me with something” I lowered my voice so no one could hear us, even though we were sitting at the back of the class.

“I’m listening”

“The thing is… Zach and me, we haven’t… you know” I didn’t want to say it out loud, but he got what I was trying to say “and it’s always him the one who makes some excuse to avoid the situation and I’m losing my mind trying to find a reasonable answer”

“Have you asked him?” he said it as if it was the most obvious thing to do.

“Of course no, I don’t want to scare him or something. I mean, it’s Zach, why wouldn’t he want to do it? I know his history perfectly”

“Do you think he’s cheating on you?”

“What?!” I exclaimed in a whisper “Not until now, thank you Alex”

I didn’t want Alex’s words to get to me, but unfortunately it was too late, they were setting a camp in my head and taking control of my insecurities.

“I’m sorry, I thought you were trying to say that” I couldn’t be mad at Alex for suggesting that, I’m sure that’s the first thing you think about in a situation like this.

The bell rang and I got my things really quick to get out of there before Zach came to pick me up like he always did between classes.

I didn’t want to overreact because I hated when that happened, but I couldn’t help the feeling inside me telling me to go home, so I listened to it and I left without saying a word.

There were no one at home, so I went upstairs to my room and once I was there I let myself fall on my bed with my hands on my face, like if that could make reality disappear, I was making a big deal of this.

My phone rang again, it’s been ringing since I left, calls and messages form the same person, Zach. I hadn’t read the messages, but I could imagine he wanted to know where I was and what was going on and as much I wanted to avoid the situation I couldn’t do it forever, so I took my phone and I read the messages, replying to them just with “I’m home.”

I didn’t get an answer, but I knew why and when I heard someone knocking at my door I confirmed my doubts.

I went downstairs and opened, when I saw him I noticed how worried he was, but he didn’t say anything due to the expression on my face. I step aside so he could come inside and I closed the door, going to my room again followed by Zach this time.

When I heard he closing the door I turned to look at him, trying to prepare myself for what I was going to say.

“Zach… are you cheating on me?” I pushed my lips together after asking that, I didn’t want to cry for this.

“What?! Of course not, why would you think that?” he asked sorting the space between us and trying to grab my hand, which I moved away.

“Because I don’t know what to think, I’m losing my head trying to understand why every time we’re about to do something more than just make out you stop and make some excuse to leave” his expression was confusion, he was going to say something, but he closed his mouth again “If you don’t want me you just have to say it, but please… don’t make me fall more for you” my voice was cracking more and more by the second “Because I will suffer more when you leave” He sighed and looked me right in the eyes, putting his hands on my cheeks.

“In what world I wouldn’t want you?” he asked looking from my eyes to my lips and back to my eyes again, like if he was doing a big effort by not kissing me right now.

“Then why?”

“Because I love you” my heart stopped in that exact moment, he was the first of us to say those words “and I didn’t want you to think that you were like the rest, because you’re nothing like them”

I put my arms around his neck and I kissed him like I’ve never kissed him before. He brought his hands to my waist and kissed me back passionately making both of us breathless.

“I love you Zach” I said just a few inches from his lips just before he kissed me again.

I felt him smile widely while we were kissing due to my words and I couldn’t help but giggle and break the kiss.

With his arms around my waist he lifted me from the ground; I put my legs around his waist and laughed even more. He walked to my bed, tripping over my bag in the process and making us fall in the mattress.

“You were supposed to be the clumsy one” he said, still on top of me.

“We can share the title” I answered cupping his face between my hands and kissing him.

His kisses were different from the usual, this time they were more passionate and needed, which turned me on so much.

I put my hands on his shoulders, grabbing the neck of his letterman jacket with my hands and taking it off of him.

Then I slide my hands down his torso until I reached the end of his t-shirt and I got my hands under the fabric so I could touch his warm skin. He kissed his way through my lips to my neck making me moan a little and lifting his shirts quickly.

He sit himself straight to take the shirt off completely and I could look at his spectacular body, which a loved feeling on mine.

He put his hands in the sides of my head again, but before he kissed me again I enclosed my arms around his neck and made us roll on the mattress so I would be on top of him.

I looked at him, smiling like a fool when I saw his smile. I sorted the distance to kiss him, but this time slowly, just enjoying the friction between his lips with mine.

I stopped the kiss to look at him again, caressing the soft skin on his cheeks.

“What’s wrong?” he asked

“Nothing” I stopped for a second “I was just looking how lucky I am” I whispered.

He put his hands on my hips while he sat straight under my legs, in that position our faces were at the same height, but I can swear my heart was above the clouds.

“Oh god I just love you so fucking much” he said with a waspy voice before he sweetly kissed me again.

So, I really enjoyed writing this part, even if I didn’t know how to end it. If you want a soundtrack for this one, check out ‘Don’t Be Shy’ by Cat Stevens (Yusuf Islam). Play it towards the end. Thank you @sxnali for the request, @marveliskindacool for beta-reading, and @thegirlwiththeimpala for the compliment regarding the last chapter. Enjoy, my darlings!

Prompt[s]: Almost a Mistake is really cute so far, I love the twist at the beginning! Can’t wait for part 2!!!

I love soul mate aus and I love the new story!! 💕

‘Almost a Mistake’ (Part 2)

Part 1

“(Y/n)!” Steve yelled as he followed you down the corridor. “(Y/n), wait!”

Wanda had held nothing back as she explained everything that had happened from Pietro’s thoughts. Unfortunately, that included divulging the information that you’d looked at your Ink a long time ago. The embarrassment, and guilt set your feet in your motion, swinging your coat over your shoulder as you left. Steve had also wasted no time in following you.

“Would you just stop so we can talk about this?”
“And do what, Steve?” you snapped. “There is nothing to talk about. This is why I had the ribbon in the first place, so I could have control over my life.”
“It’s not my fault you looked at your ink so don’t punish me for it.”

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Only You

Summary:  The reader and Archie don’t know exactly what they have, but they’re too scared to admit they want more. After a secret Archie kept from the reader is exposed during Jughead’s birthday party, it’s now or never. 

Word Count: 4599

Song Pairing: Do Re Mi by Blackbear https://youtu.be/BL9jY9b2uFg

Author’s note: One word: ANGST!! This is going to make you feel so many fucking things I’m going to warn you right now;) Let me know what you thought…if you survive haha 


From the moment the night had started you knew it was going to be rough. Betty had found out it was Jughead’s birthday, and nearly had a heart attack when she learned he’d never had a party before. From that moment on she was determined to throw him a party, despite what you and Archie told her.

You and Jughead go way back, like best friends since diapers back. Jughead had even been your first kiss. Your families had become close because they’d all grown up in Riverdale together. There had been a lot you’d gone through with him, but it wasn’t all sad things.

It was just that you knew how to be there for the other, more than just a shoulder to cry on. You had always believed that you were soulmates, but not in the romantic sense of the term, best friend soul mates if that was a thing.

If anyone were to be your soulmate IN the romantic sense, it would be Archie Andrews. There was just something about him, he was intoxicating to you. Archie made you feel so many things, whether it was butterflies or shivers down your spine.

You were hooked, but truth be told he felt the exact same way about you. He couldn’t explain it but he knew that when he was with you it just made sense. You were different, and you made him feel alive.

He wasn’t sure if love was real but if it was, you were it. No matter how sure of his feelings he was, part of him was still scared. The last thing Archie wanted to do was mess up and  lose you, but that was all he seemed to be able to do lately.

So Archie didn’t let you know everything he felt for you and just let whatever was happening continue to happen. It was painful because he wanted so much more, but the pain of losing you would be much worse.

You were currently sitting in your car with Jughead, postponing starting the night. Turning to you he asked, “ And you told Betty I hate my birthday?”. You’d told her about a thousand times, but it didn’t matter.

Turning to him as well you replied, “ Juggy I was a broken record, but she set her mind to it and now we have ourselves a…. party”. You didn’t know what exactly to call it because everything had escalated.

Originally it had been strictly inner-circle but due to Riverdale being Riverdale it turned into a classic high school party. Jughead closed his eyes and sighed, “ Just when I thought god couldn’t punish me anymore”.

Laughing you explained, “ Jug it sucks but Betty had good intentions, she cares about you because you’re……what exactly are you guys?”. Jughead sighed again, “ Add that to the list of confusing things that is currently my life (y/n)”.

He added, “ Betty is wonderful but I’m not sure if I’m ready for her…..she’s the type you settle down with and I don’t even know if I’ve been programed to do so”. It made sense, Betty was so perfect and that was intimidating.

Jughead shot back, “ If we’re going to define things, what exactly is your relationship with the ginger stallion”. You instantly smiled thinking about Archie, and how fun tonight would be for you both.

Grinning you answered, “ Let’s just say so far it’s been a fun ride, a really fun ride”. Getting what you were hinting at he stuck out his tongue in fake disgust. He sat up too, “ We’ve known eachother since before we knew how to speak (y/n), and so I know it’s much more than just some fling”.

Shrugging your shoulders you opened your mouth to speak but he cut you off, “ Nope I’m not letting you sarcastic comment your way out of this one, you really care about him maybe even lo-”.

Jughead was cut off when there was knocking on your car window, and it was no other than Archie. When you rolled down the window Archie jokingly said, “ I’m just glad the windows aren’t foggy”.

You face was red but it wasn’t because of his accusation, it was because what Jughead had said. If you were going to be honest with yourself you did love Archie, you loved him bigtime. You just weren’t sure now was the right time, and you didn’t want to ruin what you currently had.

Jughead picked up on how red you face was, but he kept it to himself. You turned your car off and got out, wrapping your arms around Archie. Smirking you said, “ Don’t worry Arch, I know that’s what your car is for”.

Archie wrapped his arms around your waist and kissed you. He could never keep his hands off of you, there was something that just drew him to you. Jughead rolled his eyes, “ I’m right here guys…I’m starting to think you enjoy an audience”.

You just flipped him off and continued to kiss Archie, wanting to push away your bad feelings about tonight. Archie let his hands roam and he not only grabbed your ass, but picked you up and placed you on the hood of your own car.

He started to kiss your neck and you laughed, “ Fuck Archie are you drunk?”. You felt him smile against your skin as he giggled. He spoke softly, “ Not drunk, just buzzed”. You realized the strange taste on his lips had been alcohol.

Laughing you shook your head, “ Archie Andrews what am I going to do with you”. Before he could respond Jughead intervened, “ I’m going to stop you right there, I need you both to walk with me in the valley of despair”.

Archie turned around and you hopped down from the hood, both agreeing to be there for him. Taking Archie’s hand the three of you made your way towards the door, preparing for what ever tonight would bring.

As Jughead knocked on the door Archie stood behind you kissing your neck. He whispered in your ear, “ You look so amazing tonight (y/n)”. Archie was already insanely affectionate sober, but when he was drunk it was much more intense.

Your smile soon faded when you saw Veronica open the door. You wanted to like Veronica but you couldn’t. She clearly wanted Archie despite the fact that he was with you. Archie never fed into it, but it didn’t matter because she was relentless.

Veronica smiled, “ Hey Archiekins, happy birthday Jughead”. She hadn’t even addressed you, how childish could she be? Archie stopped kissing your neck, “Hey Veronica, where’s Betty?”.

Veronica didn’t care about Betty and she just shrugged her shoulders, “Probably somewhere having a heart attack that a streamer is out of place”. Jughead just looked to you and rolled his eyes, and you did the same.

Archie took your hand, “ Come on babe let’s go have fun!”. Your annoyance vanished when you realized how happy Archie was to just be here with you. Entering inside the house you saw just how crazy everything was.

There was random people everywhere, empty bottles, and trash. Jughead sarcastically said, “Wow I can’t believe how many people are here to celebrate my birthday!”. You realized that no one would even know it was a birthday party unless they looked at the decorations.

Veronica crossed her arms, “ There’s also people downstairs, I’m pretty sure Betty wanted to speak with you and (y/n) so Archie and I will wait up here!”. Three seconds ago she had no idea where Betty was, and she suddenly remembered this?

You didn’t buy it, “ Aw what a good “friend” you are Ronnie! Why don’t you stay up here while Betty’s real friends go downstairs”. Taking Archie’s hand you lead him to the basement as Jughead followed.

As you walked down the stairs Archie whispered in your ear, “ Don’t be mad (y/n) the only girl I want is you”. That was true, but it didn’t stop Veronica from getting under your skin. Jughead didn’t know how to feel, “ Looks like we’re walking right into the belly of the beast”.

There sat there on the couch Betty amidst the madness. Cheryl was standing up in front of her audience which included; Reggie, Kevin, Moose, the Pussycats, Chuck, Ethyl, Dilton, and Joaquin.

When Betty saw you guys her eyes lit up, the people she actually cared about were finally here. Cheryl also lit up when she saw you guys, “ Well if it isn’t the birthday boy himself! Since you all are here we can start the game”.

You raised an eyebrow, “ A game?”. Jughead added, “ What are we five again Cheryl, come on”. Archie was down for whatever so he took an open seat and made you sit on his lap. Jughead leaned against the wall, preparing for a fast getaway.

As you heard the sound of heels going down the stairs, you knew it was Veronica. Archie could sense your anger and so his grip around your waist tightened, trying to distract you. Cheryl placed a hand on her hip, “ Alright everyone we’re playing secrets and sins”.

Jughead spoke up, “ Seriously Cheryl that’s what you come up with? Let me guess it’s truth or dare on steroids”. The name of the game made you feel uneasy, you hated games where the main point was to start shit.

Cheryl just grinned, “ We’re starting with Riverdale’s finest, Archie Andrews”. Instantly your stomach started to churn, you didn’t like where this was going. You tried to stop it, “ Cheryl pick someone else”.

She just laughed, “ Oh is poor little (y/n) scared? I mean you have every right to be…especially after that night where Veronica and Archie had a little adventure in a closet”. You heard Archie whisper, “ Fuck” to himself.

You stood up, “ What adventure?”. Veronica came and stood next to Cheryl, the both of them just beaming. Cheryl laughed, “ Guess there’s some trouble in paradise huh? Archie didn’t tell you…”. You felt the anger boiling and you didn’t know whether you wanted to hit Veronica or Cheryl, or both.

Veronica grinned, “ It was after homecoming, Archiekins and I shared an intimate moment…it was very 13 going on 30 of us”. You couldn’t even turn around and face Archie, there’s no way both Veronica and Cheryl would lie about this.

Betty tried to help, “ Come on Cheryl, stop messing with people’s feelings just because you’re sad you lost Jason”. It warmed your heart that Betty was trying to protect you, but you were seeing red.

By now Archie stood up and he kept reassuring you, “ It was nothing, it didn’t mean anything, I didn’t feel a thing”. Nothing Archie said mattered right now, he had lied to you and embarrassed you in front of everyone.

Jughead saw your fists clenched, and he knew you were going to explode. He rushed over to you and held you back. You got in Veronica’s face, “ How fitting that the girl with daddy issues turned into a homewrecker! Keep trying to distract yourself from the joke that is your life Veronica, but no matter what you do you’ll always be empty!!”.

For affect you added, “ I’m not going to hit you either, I don’t feel like ending up like your father…I heard prisons a bitch”. The entire room just cheered, this was the exact entertainment everyone had hoped for.

Veronica didn’t know what to do, she just stood there trying to find the words. Veronica didn’t know you’d act this way, and being confronted like that scared her, not to mention the fact that everything you’d said about her was true.

Cheryl just laughed, “ Shit (y/n) I didn’t know you had it in you”. You just wanted to get out of this damn room and away from all of them. Turning to Jughead you took his hand, “ We need to get out of this room Juggy”.

As you turned to leave Archie reached out for you, but you couldn’t look at him. You were already holding back tears, and if you looked at him you’d fall apart. Jughead went in between you both, “ No Archie, you’ve done enough”.

                                    Yeah, if I could go back to the day we me

                           I probably would just stay in bed

You felt a thousand emotions all at once as you went back upstairs with Jughead. Instantly you went over to the drinks table and downed whatever you saw. You didn’t want to feel anything, you didn’t want to think about anything.

Jughead just leaned against the table, “ You sure you want to do that (y/n) I don’t know if-”. You smiled as you felt the warm liquid wash all over your body. Placing the now empty red cup down you turned to Jughead, “ I know what I want to do, dance”.

               You run your mouth all over town, And this one goes out to the sound

Of breaking glass on my Range Rover, Pay me back or bitch, it’s over

Back downstairs things were just getting worse and worse. After Jughead had stopped Archie from going after you, Veronica had gone over to him. Placing a hand on his chest she said, “ Forget about (y/n), we both know she isn’t worth it”.

Cheryl still wasn’t done, “ You know Archie I’d be more concerned about the fact that your best friend just went off with your girl, screams rebound to me”. Kevin just sat there with his jaw dropped, this was all amazing.

Betty got up, “ Stop Cheryl, and you know what Veronica stop too! You’re both treating everyone like we’re all your puppets!”. Both girl’s didn’t care about anything Betty had to say, they were playing a game, and they were winning.

All the presents I would send, Fuck my friends behind my shoulder

Veronica didn’t skip a beat, “ Archie why don’t we go somewhere and talk you know we can-”. Archie was done, he didn’t want anything to do with Veronica. His worst fear had come true, he’d messed up.

He angrily ran his hands through his hair stepping back, “ Ronnie get out of my face..I need to leave… I can’t”. With that he left through the basement door and vanished into the night. Veronica just stood there, arms crossed and pissed.

She’d thought Archie would want to retaliate with her and that they could finally do something more than kiss for a second. Cheryl sighed, “ Well that was dramatic, anyways who’s next?”.

Betty took off after Archie, hoping she could fix things. She’d been there that night and immediately after it happened Archie had explained to her how things had gone down. So she knew it truly had been nothing.

Betty had still been dealing with her feelings for Archie and so when she’d been dared to go have 7 minutes in heaven with him she declined and Veronica took her place. About a minute in Archie came storming out of the closet pissed off, leaving Veronica standing there annoyed.

Archie had gone outside, and Betty followed him. When Betty asked what happened Archie told her, “ Ronnie started talking bad about (y/n) and then out of nowhere kissed me! I pushed her right off and told her I love (y/n)”.

Betty smiled, “ Woah Arch, you love her?”. Archie hadn’t even realized that’s what he’d said, it had just come out.  He smiled to himself, “ I do Betty…and I don’t want this ruining anything”.

She rested a hand on his shoulder, “ Don’t worry Archie it won’t, Veronica was embarrassed and I’m sure no one will ever bring this up again. I don’t think it’s worth saying something because it really didn’t mean anything”.

Next time I'ma stay asleep, I pray the Lord my soul to keep, oh

Betty felt she was partly why things were so messed up again, and she wanted to go find Archie and fix things. She had honestly thought what had happened wouldn’t matter and she felt horrible that she’d been wrong.

Back upstairs you’d somehow got Jughead to actually agree to dance with you. Jughead didn’t dance, but tonight was already weird enough that nothing could surprise you anymore.

It had taken some warming up on Jugheads part, at first he had acted as if you were at a school dance. You had to physically put his hands on your hips, and it still took him awhile to get comfortable.

                 And you got me thinking lately, Bitch, you crazy

And nothing’s ever good enough

Laughing you told him, “ You don’t have to keep enough room for jesus Jug”. It caused him to laugh too and so he brought his body even closer to yours. You started to feel whatever you’d drank work it’s magic.

Turning around your back now pressed against his front. To your surprise he put his hands on your hips again, “ Wow is Jughead Jones actually having fun?”. You heard him laugh again and it gave you a brief feeling of happiness.

He whispered into your ear, “ I’m making the best out of it”. Jughead was having fun, by distracting himself. He was focusing on you instead of focusing on the fact that it was his birthday, or the fact that he didn’t know how he felt about Betty.

You moved your hips in a circular motion, going with the beat of the song. You were starting to feel good, whether it was the alcohol or just having fun with Jughead. Jughead moved his hips with yours, dancing better than you thought he ever could.

So fuckin’ done with all the games you play, I ain’t no Tic-tac-toe

Send the X and O’s on another note, I’m do, re, mi, fa, so fuckin’ done with you, baby

So send the X and O’s on another note, I’m ghost

Still swaying with the beat you dragged your hands up your body, as you moved your actual body down. When you moved your body back up, you leaned forward pressing your ass into Jughead’s groin.

For a second you thought you might’ve crossed a line, until Jugheads hands slid down your body. Turning your head to the side you joked, “ Practicing for Betty?”. You watched as he blushed, so something was there.

         If I could go back to the day we met, I probably would’ve stayed in bed

You wake up everyday, And make me feel like I’m incompetent

Betty had caught up with Archie, he had only gone down the street. He sat down on the cirb, his head in between his knees. When he heard footsteps the first thing he said was your name, but he only saw Betty when he looked up.

Sitting down next to him she said, “ It’s going to work out Arch, I promise”. He laughed, but only because that sounded so crazy. Archie shook his head, “ There’s no way I can fix this, Veronica lied in front of EVERYONE!”.

Betty rested a hand on his knee, “ Look drama travels fast in this town which means pretty soon it will be on to the next thing. All that matters is that (y/n) knows the truth, and I can back you up”.

Archie remembered that he’d told Betty what had happened immediately, and he perked up. Finally he picked his head up, “ Shit I’d forgot! Maybe I can fix this!”. Betty smiled, she wanted you and Archie to be happy together.

Getting up she added, “ You’re in love Archie, love always wins”. He got up and they both started walking towards the house again. Archie had never wanted you as bad as he did right know. The thought of losing you, even if it was only for thirty minutes, had been awful.

            I wrote a little song for ya It go like….  Do, re, mi, fa  

so fuckin’ done with you, girl, So fuckin’ done with all the games you play

When Archie walked into the party again all he saw was you dancing with Jughead. You both were smiling while Jughead was a little too handsy. Archie couldn’t help it, he stormed right over to the both of you and pulled you forward.

Immediately you broke your wrist free, “ What the fuck are you doing Archie!”. Archie stepped back for a second, trying to calm down. He just wanted to stop messing up but he couldn’t.

He yelled back, “ What are you doing (y/n)!”. Pushing him back you said, “ I’m dancing with someone who actually gives a fuck about me Archie, that’s what the fuck I’m doing!”. By now a crowd had gathered again, wanting to witness the show.

Archie shot right back, “ You can’t be serious right?! You didn’t even let me explain!”. You started to laugh, oh that was a good one. Raising you hands up in frustration you asked, “What is there to explain Archie? That you let some slut ruin what we had!”.

You were so angry that tears were streaming down your face. With more sadness than anger you added, “ I love you Archie…and you did this to me”. Instantly any anger he had disappeared, he’d never wanted to hurt you.

When everyone had heard you say the word “love” they whole atmosphere of the room changed. Betty stepped forward, “ I was there (y/n) and it was nothing! A minute in Archie stormed out of the closet and he told me what happened”.

Realizing she had your attention she continued, “ Veronica kissed him and Archie immediately left, I thought if he told you it would just make a bigger problem”. Jughead stood behind you and rubbed your shoulder, wanting you to feel better.

Archie stepped forward and took your hands in his, “ I told her that I love you (y/n), that’s why she means nothing to me…I love you”. You couldn’t believe what he’d just said, you just wished the first time you said “ I love you” wasn’t after getting into a fight in front of the entire school.

Wrapping your arms around his neck you replied, “ Then let’s go celebrate”. Smirking he kissed you, wanting everyone to know you were his. Before leaving he yelled, “ Just so all you assholes know I love (y/n) so fuck off otherwise!”.

You started to laugh, “ Shit Archie you’re still somewhat drunk huh?”. Leading you outside he said, “ Drunk in love”. Shaking your head you lead him towards you car, or at least tried to because it’s incredibly hard to move when Archie Andrews has his hands all over you.

You went to go into the driver’s side but he opened your back door and pulled you into the back seat. He smirked, “ I want you (y/n) and I can’t wait any longer”. You were suddenly extremely thankful for your roomy backseat and tinted windows

Now you were straddling him, and he had the biggest smile on his face. Looking down you asked, “ What?”. Pulling you closer to him he kissed you, “ I love you”.  Archie Andrews was much more complex than anyone realized.

Shaking your head grinning you said, “ I love you too, idiot”. He laughed before pulling your body closer to his. By bringing his hands up your thighs he took off the loose dress you’d been wearing.

He had that smug look on his face as he looked you up and down, acting as if it was the first time he’d seen you like this. Before you could ask him why he was looking at you like that Archie bit his lip, “ You always look so damn beautiful”.

Somehow you still blushed, you always thought the affect he still had on you was crazy. Smiling you told him, “ Your turn”. And with a smirk on his face he took of his shirt, shorts, and boxers.

You just giggled at how eager he was but he was still smirking, “ Quit acting like you’re not insanely turned on by what you see”. Sighing with a smile on your face you took off your own bra and panties.

For affect you added, “ I’d say stop acting like you’re not turned on, but I can see for myself” hinting to his fully erect member. Archie just shook his head before crashing his lips into yours.

You felt him pressing against your entrance and you moved your hips forward, grinding against him. Archie began to kiss down your neck, nibbling lightly until he found your sweet spot. As you groaned he massaged your clit with his thumb.

Moaning you begged, “ Archie I need you”. He moved his hand faster and started kissing down the valley of your breasts. You moaned loudly as he began sucking on your nipple, dragging it lightly between his teeth.

After he’d teased you long enough he kissed back up your neck and whispered in your ear, “ You sound so beautiful begging for me (Y/n)”. Whenever you and Archie fooled around, he always loved making you feel good.

To Archie, nothing turned him on more than knowing that you were happy or felt good because something he’d done. Archie thought of it as a way to express how he’d felt about you without really saying anything.

You needed him so badly, “ Please Archie I-”. Archie cut you off by slowly inserting himself inside you, making you moan loudly. To deal with the mixture of pain and pleasure you buried your head in the crook of his neck.

Archie had his hands on your hips, pulling you forward as he deeply thrust inside of you. He started to go faster, “ Tell me who’s making you feel this good baby”. As your bodies moved together you found it hard to process anything but how good it felt.

To your surprise Archie suddenly flipped you over so you were on your back, moving your leg to hook around his own back. This had let him go deeper inside of you, “ Baby I need to hear who’s making you feel so good”.

Wrapping your arms around his neck you told him, “ You Archie, you’re making me feel so fucking good”. A smile formed upon his lips and he leaned down, kissing you passionately. Archie kept going faster and he was hitting all the right spots.

He nibbled on your earlobe again, groaning in your ear. The sound alone wanted to make you cum right then and there. Archie nearly growled, “ Say my name baby”. To get his point further across he started to slightly tweak your nipple.

You moaned out his name but that wasn’t enough, “ Tell me who’s going to make you cum right now”. You were right on the edge, and his words were pushing you over it. You yelled out his name, not caring who heard.

You felt him smile against your skin, “ That’s it baby, cum for me right now”. You were no longer on the edge, you’d just dived head first off of it. It felt like a tsunami had started in your core and washed all over your body.

Wave after wave of pleasure shook through your entire body and all you could do was call out Archie’s name. You knew he was right there with you as you felt him twitch inside of you. Together you rode out your orgasms, both shaking.

When it was over Archie took your face in his hand, “ I love you (y/n), only you”. You kissed him again, wanting to preserve the moment. Archie moved your body so you were laying on your side, pressed against him. Nothing else mattered because Archie finally knew that he’d never lose the love of his life again.

Bar Troubles

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Title: Bar Troubles

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 1,020

Warnings: fluffish

A/N: This was requested by @flufy07! I hope you all enjoy! Feedback is welcomed and appreciated! I love you all so much! <3<3

When you first dated Dean, the two of you argued over the smallest things.  Now that you had been dating the elder Winchester for a year and a half, you didn’t have as many quarrels.  However, today was one of those days where you did argue.  It was best to separate yourself from Dean when the two of you got into a heated argument.  You both needed to cool off.

You walked to a local bar that was close to the bunker.  You didn’t want Dean to worry about you, even if you were upset with him right now.  You padded into the building, immediately going up to the bar and ordering a beer.

As you took a swig of your beer, your eyes landed on the billiard table just feet from you.  A group of college frat boys were playing pool.  They were all making googly eyes at you, sizing you up from head to toe.  Dean did teach you how to hustle pool, it would be a shame to waste his teachings.  You pushed away from the bar’s counter, sauntering over to the pool table.

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Title: Late For the Date
Character: Jake Peralta
A/n: It was a lot harder than I thought to manage school and this because i can no longer procrastinate writing during the day and then just stay up till 2am to finish a story.

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In retrospect, it might have been a bad idea to invite you over to Jake’s place for the date. The whole building was unpredictable and he legitimately had nothing planned.

Jake slumped down in his seat, hands dragging down his face as he tried to formulate an idea in his head.

That or which persona he would take up when he inevitably makes a total and complete fool of himself in front of you therefore causing him to flee the country and herd goats to avoid the shame.

It’s just that he was so attracted to you, that sometimes he didn’t even know what he was saying to you half the time. He hadn’t felt that way about anyone in what felt like forever. Jake wanted to do this date right, and not halfass it like he did with everything else.

“Hey, Cassanova,” Gina said as she gracefully plopped into the seat next to his desk. “Little bird told me you managed to snag a date with (Y/n).”

“Is this little bird Charles?”

Gina laughed while her and Charles exchanged a quick glance at each other. “Maybe, anways tell me all the details of what you have planned.”

Jake huffed. “Funny you mention that, cause I got nothing.”

“That’s surprising coming from you. You’re usually the top guy when it comes to setting up dates.”

“That’s just it though, all my previous dates have been total flops. And I really want this one to work out,” He said, casting her a hopeful glance. “Any ideas?”

“Oh, you want a full on thing? Then no, I cannot be of help to you. But, Amy and her are good friends, so trying asking her,” Gina said, standing up and stretching. “But I mean if things don’t work out, send her my way.”

Jake only nodded, too distracted by his thoughts but when he did his head shot up. “Wait, what’s that supposed to mean?!”

To say it was chaos in the Peralta apartment would be a drastic understatement for the situation at hand. He had been taking better care of the apartment, but now it felt like every little thing was out of place and had to be taken care of asap.

God, is this how Santiago felt all the time?

That poor woman.

Jake pulled up his sleeve to check the time and saw that be still had an hour left before you were gonna arrive.

After his small discussion with Amy, he was fairly certain that the date would be pretty good. He learned that grand or extravagant gestures tend to make you uncomfortable, and if he treated this like a more casual hang out then you would enjoy yourself a lot more.

That was Jake’s main goal for the evening, to make you comfortable around him so you both could enjoy yourselves.

With everything done all he had to do was sit and wait for you to show up.

Jake checked his watch for the fifth time in the span of a three minutes. His knees jolted up and down nervously as he continued to glance at the door of his apartment, barely listening to the silly sitcom he had playing on the television.

You were almost twenty minutes late, something very unusual since Amy and Captain Holt would boast about your punctuality to him, in hopes something might rub off on him.

Another ten minutes passed and Jake tried not to let the hurt settle in, there weren’t any messages from you and if it was something serious he knew you would have called.

Jake let out a deep sigh and went to turn off the television when there were a few frantic knocks at the door.

His whole heart jumped at the sound and he tried to not seem too eager as he went to open the door. Taking a small moment to clear his throat and smoothen out his hair, Jake finally opened it.

“I am so sorry!” You said with a large huff. “So much was happening, I got lost in a bit of my work and then my aunt called me just as I was about to leave and the woman can talk for ages.”

Jake couldn’t keep back the smile, he was just so happy to see you and that he could avoid the potential heartbreak over you standing him up.

“It’s totally cool,” Jake said, trying to seem nonchalant while his heart felt like it was ready to hop out of his chest and take off screaming. “I mean I don’t have any aunts but I can imagine they would be delightful ladies who would talk to me a ton too.”

Jake brought you inside his apartment and gave you a small tour of where everything was. “Bathroom’s on the second door to the left if ya need it and bedroom is the last door of the hall if you need a quiet place to have a mental breakdown like I do twice a day.”

Jake’s ears perked up whenever you laughed and he noticed you open up your bag to pull something out.

“First of all, I wanted to say thank you for being so sweet about me being unbearably late for our date,” You then took out a paper bag and held it out to him, Jake couldn’t help but smile at the brightly colored chalk that stained your hands. “Secondly, I got this for you because I felt really bad about it.”

Jake feigned a suspicious look as he opened the bag and looked inside. “It’s an everything bagel!” He said with a happy laugh as he unwrapped it. “Look! It even has beef jerky! Where did you get this at?”

You gave him a wink and tapped the side of your nose. “I know a guy, makes anything I ask him to really. And I remember you talking about wanting one so I thought it would make up for me.”

Jake’s whole system was being overflooded with pleasant affection for you that he couldn’t help but lean over and give you a big hug.

Though when he realized what he did he almost dropped the bagel. “I’m sorry, that was really awkward and I dunno how comfortable you are with that kind of stuff.”

You smiled at him and shook your head. “No it’s fine, I thought it was pretty cute.”

Jake set the food aside and helped you out of your coat. “Now the date can officially begin!”

You stiffled a laugh as you reached out to move Jake’s head back to it’s former position. “Jake Peralta, if you’re going to be my muse then you have to sit still.”

After watching a couple comedies and spending a good few of hours just talking and exchanging funny stories while the two of enjoyed each other’s company. Then you finally managed to convince Jake to let you draw him.

Trouble was, he kept making silly faces or intentionally moving poses to try and get a reaction out of you. “I’m your muse? I’m not an overly kinky man, but I must say, I do like the sound of that.”

You shot him a look and pushed on his shoulder so he’s stumble out of his weird position on the couch. “Hush up, you’re distracting me from my art.”

Jake placed his chin in his hand and watched your hands float around the sketchbook and how your eyes would quickly switch between his face and the page. “You’re incredibly attractive like this, did you know that?”

You smiled, still keeping your gaze on the paper. “Why Mr. Peralta, you are quite foward.”

Jake chuckled, tilting his head ever slightly. “It’s true, Gina was telling me about the whole attractive artist thing and I gotta say that I’m into it.”

“Guess that’s lucky for me then.” You said, smudging one part of his shirt while you debated what to do next, missing Jake’s content sigh while he watched you.

“Just a bit more,” You said, taking one last glance up at him and then tossing your pencil aside. “Done!”

Jake eagerly waited for you to flip the sketchbook over but when you didn’t he raised an eyebrow. “Well? Aren’t you gonna show me?”

“Should I?” You asked, placing it close to your chest so it was totally concealed. “I don’t think you’ve earned it.”

“Not fair! I am the best muse an artist could have!” He argued, trying to steal the book away from you.

“Lemme see!”

“Nah, I don’t feel like it.”

“(Y/n)!”

Jake started tickling your sides. “Show me! Let me gaze upon my beautiful face!” His laughter mixing with yours whenever you tried to swat him away.

“Fine! Fine!” You wheezed, pushing him off of you enough to plop the page onto his lap.

“Aw man,” Jake said as he held the picture close to him. “I look absolutely dreadful, is this what I look like all the time because I should really work on that.”

You nudged him. “Shut up, you’re not that bad.”

Jake wiggled his eyebrows. “(Y/n), are you trying to tell me that I’m pretty.”

“Would you mind if I was?”

Jake blushed, and cleared his throat. “N-Not at all.”

You leaned against him. “Well you’re pretty handsome, Peralta.”

Jake looked down at you and smiled. “You’re not too bad yourself.”

“Thank you, I try my best,” You said with a smile, leaning over to look at the clock on the microwave. “Oh wow, I think I should be heading home.” You announced, rolling off the coach and springing to your feet.

He stood up, handing you your sketchbook and helping you retrieve your things. “You’re leaving me so soon?” He asked once the two of you were at the door. “I didn’t get to turn my charm on.”

You smiled over your shoulder while putting your coat on. “I think you were charming enough, besides if I hang around you too much I’ll lose the allure.”

Jake leaned against the doorframe while you finished getting situated. “Well, you’re welcome at my place any time. I’d be happy to have you over again.”

“I might take you up on that offer, Detective Peralta,” You said, smiling whenever he chuckled. “Anyways, thank you for a very fun evening.”

“It was fun for me too. Definitely ranks pretty high on my best date list.” Jake said, your gazes meeting briefly as he decided weither or not to kiss your goodnight.

“I’ll see you later then.” You said before he could make up his mind.

“Goodnight, let me know when you get home safe.” Jake told you, awkwardly shaking your hand.

You smiled and nodded before turning around for breif second, then quickly facing him again, lightly tugging on the front of his shirt to give him a small kiss on his cheek.

“Will do.” You said, letting him go and walking down the hallway.

Jake leaned over the doorframe to make sure you were gone before fist bumping the air and closing the door.

Definitely the top of his best date list.

Imagine Chris attending your graduation.

A/N: Back at it with more of the Chris Evans Mini-Series Spin-off! This is Part 1 of Chapter 4 which is called ‘Miss Graduate’. And as always, it’s just fluff, fluff, and more fluff. You can read the related mini-series and the previous parts here: (Mini-series - Masterlist; Mini-series Spin-off: ‘Unexpected Reader’, ‘Little Ways Away’, and 'She Said Yes’ - Masterlist) Enjoooooy 😁❤️

You stood in front of your mirror in your graduation cap and gown, smiling at yourself with great pride. You couldn’t believe it, the day was finally here. You’d made it through hell and high water, but you were finally graduating. You lifted your head to keep the welling tears in your eyes; you did not want to ruin your makeup before you even got to the ceremony.

Chris poked his head into your room and immediately smiled when he saw you. To say he was proud of his girl was an understatement, as he was more than just proud of you. He wished he could tell you what he thought, but there were simply no words to express how he felt seeing you in that graduation cap and gown. The feeling was mutual when you went to his Broadway debut, to his 'Avengers: Infinity War’ premieres, basically to anything that involved showcasing his undeniable talent. There was a sense of excitement, and pride, and adoration; just a huge mess of positive emotions. Now Chris wasn’t only feeling all that because you’d achieved something amazing, it was also because your graduation meant you were soon to move in with, and eventually marry him. Those two things were something he’d been dreaming of since he’d met and fell in-love with you; with his beautiful, talented, and perfect other half.

You spotted Chris in the mirror and smiled. He crossed his arms over his chest and leaned against the door frame, “you look very dignified.” You chuckled as you turned, shooting him a quick wink. “You ready to go? 'Cause Ava is, she’s downstairs in the car with Seb.”

Yes, your best friend was graduating alongside you, top of her class whereas you came third in yours. Ava was a year younger than you, but you’d gone into university at the same time due to your gap year. You were glad to have taken that gap year, as you couldn’t have imagined doing that wild ride without her. She was like a substitute for your mom, who you were thick as thieves with. She reassured you, kept your grounded, read your work and gave you honest reviews, took care of you, and showered you with endless love and positive vibes. Ava was pretty much your sister from another mother, and your mother’s second daughter; she was your family. So as excited as you were to move in with Chris, it was going to be heartbreaking to leave the apartment you shared with Ava for three years. You were going to miss seeing her face every morning and every night, though she swore she was going to hang around your new home so much Chris would think she’d moved in too.

Speaking of Ava, her and Sebastian were now officially a couple- hence why he was attending the graduation ceremony. After that dinner at Chris’- where their obvious chemistry could not be ignored- they casually dated for a little while, doing a little bit of a long distance thing as Sebastian had to go back to New York after his shoot. But when he was in Los Angeles, or when he invited her to New York- they went on dinner dates and movie nights and short romantic getaways in and around Los Angeles and New York. It was always superbly romantic and Ava would always return home with a huge smile on her face. It was fairly obvious they both wanted something more, but were afraid to jump too quickly as they didn’t want to get hurt or hurt the other person. So they tested the waters, took things incredibly slow to see if things between them was something that could last them a lifetime. They were insufferable, but a little less than you and Chris were considering they were actually dating. Six months after their first proper date, they announced that they were officially a couple. Sebastian posted about her on Instagram, they trended on the World Wide Web, and you and Chris popped the champagne.

“Yeah, just give me a sec.” You walked over to the left side of your bed- the side where Chris usually slept when he slept over. “There’s something I want to give you before we go.” You took off your heels before you got on your hands and knees, searching under your bed for your secret box of secret things. Chris watched you curiously, pushing his weight off the door frame and onto his feet. “I’ve been working on it before you even knew I existed, I just didn’t know how I was going to give it to you.”

“You didn’t know how you were going to give something you’ve been hiding under the bed to the man who sleeps in said bed?” He teased and you chuckled, slipping your heels back on as you got back on your feet. “Oh God,” Chris chuckled when he saw what you had in your hand; a leather bound notebook in your favorite color- Tiffany&Co’s signature blue. You held it out for him to take, biting back your smile. “You’re going to make me cry like a fucking baby with this book, aren’t you?”

“Probably,” you nodded and he chuckled, smoothing one hand over the surface of the notebook. “I was going to save it until the night before our wedding, but um- I decided to stick with my original plan instead. You know, the one I had before I knew I was going to end up marrying my idol.” Another low chuckle escaped his throat. “And that was to somehow get it to you on my graduation day, so,” you beckoned your head at the book.

“I shouldn’t start reading it in the car, should I?” He asked.

“Not if you want to look pretty for the pictures,” you shook your head and he cracked a smile, nodding in acknowledgement. “You can read it whenever you want, but I can promise that a cry baby like yourself-” you teased him and he laughed, “you’ll cry when you read it.”

“I’ll save it for when I’m alone then,” he told you, setting the notebook down on the top of your dresser. You watched him as his hand remained on top of the notebook, eyes contemplating whether or not he wanted to read it now. He was curious and it was obvious, but he also took your warning fairly seriously; you were very good at making him cry with your writing. “Why’d you have to give it to me now?” He both groaned and chuckled simultaneously.

“Because I’m a sucker for cliffhangers,” you giggled, drawing a chuckle from him. “Now come on,” you took his hand and pulled him out of the room and away from the notebook. “We’re going to be late for the ceremony. Chris-” he abruptly pulled you back and into his arms, pressing his lips against yours. You felt a smile on his lips and one surface on your own as his hand moved onto your lower back, pressing your body against his. “And what was that for?” You asked when he broke the kiss, resting his forehead against yours.

“I am just so incredibly proud of you,” he told you and both your eyes welled with tears.

“Don’t start with me, Evans.” You chuckled and drew back slightly so you could tilt your head and stop yourself from crying; your makeup may have been waterproof, but there was no way it could survive the crying that came as a result of Chris’ touching words. “We said no crying until we got home, I want to look pretty for the pictures.”

“Lucky for you,” he gently swiped a tear that was rolling down your cheek, “you’re a beautiful cryer.” You chuckled then pecked his lips, brushing his bearded cheek with your thumb. “Okay, we should really go 'cause my pants just vibrated.” He patted the pocket where his phone was in, and you tried not to laugh as you teased him.

“Who knew a graduation gown could turn you on so much?”

“Oh God,” he threw his head back, bellowing with laughter. You giggled and pulled away from him, taking his hand and leading him towards the front door. “You know, you should really learn to be more like me and keep the bad jokes to yourself.”

“I should,” you glanced back at him with a smirk, “but where’s the fun in that?”

• • • • • • • •

Chris and Sebastian moved to sit with yours and Ava’s families upon arrival, while the two of you went to join your respective classes. It was insane how many people were there, and how majority of them were as emotional as you were after your chancellor’s speech. The part of his speech that stuck with you the most was, “this is the end of your life as a student and the beginning of your life as a contributor to society. You no longer have your parents, your professors, or your student identity to fall back on. You are an adult now. You are responsible for every action you make, and every reaction you create. So do something extraordinary with your time on this earth, with your existence, and do not- for a second, let anyone or anything decide on your fate because this is your life. Stand up, because it’s time for all of you to set out and conquer the world.”

When applause erupted through the crowd of more than eight thousand people, you found yourself looking for Chris’ face in the sea of people. It was ridiculous because there was no way you would’ve spotted him from where you were, but you tried to anyway because he was the reason you were here and ready to do as your chancellor said.

Ava spotted you scanning the crowd then smiled when she caught your gaze, sharing a nod of pride and acknowledgement with you. Her smile widened when she saw your lips mouthing the words, “I am so proud of you.” To which she mouthed back, “I am so proud of you too,” causing your smile to reach your eyes. You kept your gazes on each other then turned away chuckling softly when you both realized you were making each other cry. You may not have spotted Chris, but you saw your best friend and she, too, was one of the reasons you’d made it. Without her and her constant support, you wouldn’t be sitting there and you sure as hell wouldn’t have believed you deserved to be with Chris.

When all was said and done, you pushed through the sea of students celebrating and crying with their friends and families so you could find yours and do the same. Ava found you before you could find her, throwing her arms around you to give a tight hug as she cried with utter joy. You hugged her back with the same tears of joy streaming down your face, laughing softly at your promise to not cry until you got home. “Congratulations, Ava.” You whispered before you pulled away. “You did it, you graduated.”

“So did you,” she chuckled, brushing her tears away. “And you’re finally getting the life I always knew you’d get, the one you always argued was impossible and unrealistic.” You chuckled when she poked your arm, smiling. “Look at this, I always knew we’d end up here.” She took your left hand and reminded you of the engagement ring Chris had slipped on almost three years ago. “I am so, so happy for you. You are going to do some extraordinary things with your life,” she gently squeezed your elbow, “I just know it.”

“You too, Ava,” you smiled, giving her elbow a gentle squeeze back. “And you are going to make the most beautiful bride one day.” She chuckled softly and dropped her gaze, hiding her reddening cheeks. “He’s going to ask, you know that right?” You tried not to smile when you remembered talking to Sebastian about his plans with your best friend; he was going to marry her, definitely, he was just waiting for the right time. To which you countered with, “there is never a right time, Seb. Just the right person, and Ava’s pretty freaking perfect for you.”

“Let’s focus on your engagement and your wedding first, we don’t want a Bride Wars situation to happen.” She joked and you laughed. “Though I doubt it would, I’d happily let you and Chris have whatever location and date you want.” You smiled and gave your best friend another tight hug.

“Are the two of you going to share that love? 'Cause we’d really like to get in some PG hugs and kisses before we bring you back to your families.” You heard Chris’ voice and smiled, releasing Ava from your arms to turn to your fiancé. “Congratulations, Ava,” he said to her as she walked past him to hug Sebastian. “For you, my love.” He held out a bouquet of red rose and you smiled, taking it from him before you buried yourself in his arms. “Congratulations, sweetheart. I am-” he chuckled to stop himself from crying, “I am so proud of you.”

“Thank you,” you looked up at him and smiled. “Now I’d tell you all about how I wouldn’t have pursued screen writing without you, and how I couldn’t have made it through the last three years without you, but-” you chuckled. “It’s in the notebook and I don’t want to spoil anything for you.” He chuckled, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “So I’ll just tell you this instead, though- I’m pretty sure you know this by now.” He nodded before you could say anything. “I love you, Chris Evans. More than I’ll love another being in this lifetime, more than I love Fan fic Chris, and more than I love myself.” He smiled and caressed your face in his hands, ready to dip his head to press his lips against yours. “And I am so ready to move in, marry, and spend the rest of my life with you.”

“Took the words right out of my mouth.”

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Part 2A

Feeling stronger

Word count: 3350

Warning: smut

Kai works out and gets extremely ripped

When you and Kai met, he was this lanky guy with a lot of sass and sarcasm, which you obviously liked a lot. He was funny and always knew how to make you laugh and you were probably the only person that lived in Mystic Falls that he didn’t want to kill. He had found something in you that was inviting him in, wanting to learn more about you and most importantly, he wanted to make you his. He had no intentions of letting you go in any way and had always made sure you knew how much he cared about you. You loved him and you have loved his body the way it was, but then one day, he decided it was time for him to start working out and put some muscle on him to make himself stronger, as if that was neccessary. He spent most of his time at the gym, working out and when he came home, his shirt was always sweaty and everytime he pulled you in for a kiss, you felt weak at the knees, his scent of sweat mixed with shower gel intoxicating, filling up your nostrils and making you dizzy. Each time he pulled you in, his body pressed against you, your hands instantly found their way to his arms, feeling how his biceps had gotten bigger and stronger, your hands looking extremely small compared to his big arms. Each time your hand roamed down his torso, you felt his abs, feeling as if you could be able to count every single muscle in his body because of how hard they felt at your touch. Lately, he had spent more time at home, building his own little gym where he could work out and stay at home with you at the same time. You had lost count at how many times you found yourself leaning against the door frame and watched him work out, watching how every muscle in his back moved when he was doing pull ups, or how his torso flexed when he was doing sit ups. Heavy weights that you would never be able to pick up, he picked up with ease, showing how big Kai’s arms had gotten, making your breath hitch. You could spend hours watching him, the way he moved around the room, doing various exercies and not get bored. It was mesmerising and it made you feel some kind of way down there.

You had only Kai’s white shirt and panties on as you walked quietly to his gym and leaned against the door frame, placing your foot on top of your other, your fingers running through your hair. He was doing pull ups, his strong arms having no problems with lifting his entire body all the way up so his head was above the crossbar and then back down. Up. Then back down. You bit your lip at the sight of his back muscles evident, his broad shoulders looking more attractive than ever. A few drops of sweat rolled down his back, you head leaning to one side a little bit as you brough your thumb up to your mouth, biting on it slightly, trying to suppress your moan and calm your breathing, but your hearbeat gave you away.

‘Enjoying the view?’ He spoke up and jumped down, turning around as his eyes met yours for a few seconds before he picked up a towel and wiped his sweaty face, throwing it back on the chair next to him. He smiled at you and you could see that he flexed his muscles for you to see, which made your heart skip a beat, his strong body alluring, as you wanted to trace your fingers over every part of his body. He had his sweatpants on, pushed down a little bit, just enough not to show his boxer briefs, his upper half completely exposed to you, taking steps towards you until he was fully standing in front of you.

‘Always.’ You muttered, watching him smirk at your response, his hands in a second finding their way to the back of your thighs and picking you up, placing you on the medium sized couch that was placed in one corner of the room. You wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him closer to you, his lips capturing yours for a few seconds and then pulled away, his strong body hovering over you.

'Do you always do that?’ He asked you and smiled, his hair sticking to his forehead, a drop of sweat sliding down his strong arm. 'Stare at me.’

'I can’t help it.’ You whispered and trailed your fingers down his back, your nails brushing against his skin as he pushed his hips down to meet yours, the feeling of his bulge against your core making you moan out loud.

'I love it when you do that. It just shows how good I can make you feel without even touching you properly.’ He said abruptly, your breath hitching in your throat at his words. He was always good with words and oh how well he knew how to drive you crazy. No touching was needed. His words burned into your skin like fire, making your heart pick up its pace and your core throb from desire and from wanting him badly. You sighed heavily and brough your hand up to his hair, brushing it away from his forehead and then ran your fingers through his hair, placing your hand on the back of his neck, holding him tightly as if you were afraid that he would run away from you.

'Can you feel this?’ You grabbed his hand and brought it down between your bodies, pressing his fingers against your clothed heat, his fingers feeling the wet patch on your panties. 'This is how you make me feel, Kai. It’s all yours.’ You moaned out, your eyes never leaving his blue ones as you felt his fingers slowly brushing around your clit, but never making contact with it. He was driving you insane and your frustration has grown, but he knew exactly what he was doing. He had always been teasing you, his fingers always avoiding the spot where you wanted him the most. You jolted your hips upwards, your crotch meeting Kai’s hand, wanting much more but not even a second after, he pinned your hips back down to the couch, your body unable to move because of his grip on your hips.

'Always so greedy. You know that you’re a very greedy girl, right? Always wanting much more than what I want to offer you. It’s not fun when you get everything all at once.’ He muttered, his finger moving your panties to the side, allowing him to get a clear path to your wet heat. He ran his index and middle finger through your folds, collecting your arousal and then pushed his fingers inside you, curling them around. 'This is much more fun.’ He whispered on your ear and then pulled them out quickly, bringing them up to his lips as he licked them clean. He swiftly grabbed you by your ankles and pulled you down, your back semi laying on the couch, his fingers tugging on yor panties as he pulled down them in one swift motion, your lower half exposed to his completely. Your legs were dangling on the couch, Kai’s hands placing on your knees and spread them as much as he could. He looked down at your heat and smirked, your heartbeat getting faster with each second. He looked so sexy, sweat still evident on his body, glistening under the light and yoou couldn’t help but get more turned on. He ripped your shirt in half and threw it down on the floor before his fingers found their way to your entrance and then pushed them in a fast pace, pumping them in and out of you as fast as he could, his forehead pressed against yours as his eyes never left yours. You tried to spread your legs even more, your hips jolting upwards every few seconds, trying to match Kai’s movements but the way his fingers pumped in and out of you was faster than ever before and it was impossible to match them. You threw your head back in pleasure, feeling your orgasm slowly approaching, faster than you wanted.

'Fuck Kai, just k-keep going.’ You stuttered, barely finding the strenght to mutter out a few words. Kai’s lips parted slightly, his thumb making figure eights on your clit, feeling how your walls clenched around his fingers.

'I’m so close, Kai. Please don’t stop!’ You cried out and kissed him passionately as you felt your orgasm about to tear through your body, but suddenly Kai’s fingers disappeared from inside you, leaving you empty and frustrated because of how he left you unfinished.

'What. The. Hell?’ You stuttered, your brows furrowing at Kai, but the only thing he did was smile and flex his arms at you.

'Told you it’s more fun when I postpone exactly what you want.’ He whispered on your ear and locked his lips with yours for a few seconds before he pulled away, his lips pressed against your ear. 'I have to take a shower.’ He pulled back and walked out of the room, leaving you like that, your breathing slowly coming down, your heart beating at almost normal pace. You ran your fingers through your hair roughly and sighed heavily. You walked naked through the house and into the room you shared with Kai, the sound of water running echoing through the bathroom doors. You bit your lip because you knew exactly how Kai would look right then at that moment if you had opened the doors. Hot water cascading down his toned body, his perfectly shaped butt at full display to your eyes, while his front would be turned away from your gaze. Steam shadowed underneath the batroom doors, disappearing right when it hit the air in the bedroom exactly where you stood. You reached for another set of underwear and sat down on the bed, waiting for Kai to finish, not wanting to give up so easily. After a few moments, the sound of water running stopped, meaning that Kai has finally finished. You swallowed hard and combed your hair with your fingers, desperately trying to make it look decent. He opened the doors and your jaw almost dropped to the floor. He had a white towel wrapped around his waist, so low that you could almost see a part of his manhood, his v – line exposed to your eyes and the first thing that popped into your head was how much you wanted to trail your tongue over it, collecting every drop of water that was placed there.

'You’re here. How are you feeling?’ He asked and smirked because he already knew the answer to that question. You grunted loudly and heard a quiet chuckle from his side, his back facing you. You watched his every movement, how his musles on his right side moved when he reached out his right hand into the drawer to pick his underwear. How his arms moved when he ran his fingers through his wet hair. You accidentally moaned and then quickly covered your mouth with your hand, hoping that Kai hadn’t noticed, but deep down you knew he did. He dropped his towel down on the floor, his perfectly toned body exposed to your eyes only. A lump got stuck in your throat as you felt yourself getting wet again at the sight of Kai. He put on his boxer briefs, wiping his wet hair with a towel and then threw it down on the floor before putting on his white shirt. He groaned loudly and you couldn’t help but notice how tight that shirt was on him. That shirt that used to be almost too big for him was now showing of his every muscle.

'What the f- Great.’ He groaned again and then not even a second later, he grabbed the front of his shirt and tore it into two pieces, watching them fall down on the floor on each side where he stood. Fuck. That was the only thing that had popped into your mind and you couldn’t hold it back anymore. You got up and walked towards him, placing your hands on his back. You trailed your fingers over his bare back and then slid your hands to the side, grabbing onto his biceps and squeezed them lightly. You slowly trailed your hands around his body and slowly found your way to his stomach, feeling how hard his abs were. Kai threw his head back and as much as you thought that he would stop you, he didn’t. A small smile appeared on your face and you couldn’t stop yourself, tracing your hand down his stomach and stopping right on the obvious bulge in his briefs.

'What do you think you’re doing, sweetheart?’ He whispered.

'Just continuing where we left off.’ You trailed off and slipped your hand inside his boxers, your hand slowly stroking his manhood, feeling it getting harder under your touch. You circled around his tip with your thumb, collecting his pre – cum on your thumb. He let out a throathy groan, your hands pushing his boxers down and turning him around so his front was facing you. You knelt down in front of him, your head lined up perfectly with his hard manhood. You couldn’t keep your eyes off him, how obvious the veins on his lenght were, blood coliding through them, making your mouth watery. You pressed a gentle kiss on his tip, his hip instantly jolting forward, his hands intertwining with your hair and pulling on it slightly.

'Fuck.’ He moaned out and closed his eyes, his lips parting even more when you finally took all of him in your mouth, his tip hitting the back of your throat. You pulled back almost all the way before taking him back in, your lips oh so perfectly wrapped around him as your hands grabbed onto his hips, trying to keep him still. 'Keep going, baby.’ You bobbed your head up and down, his hips finding the perfect rhythm with your actions, meeting your mouth perfectly and hitting the back of your throat each time he pushed his hips forward. You sped up a little bit, your hands massaging his balls, while your tongue worked on his tip, getting him closer to his release with each second that passed.

'If you don’t want me to cum into your mouth, you should stop. Now.’ He moaned out, the grip on your hair still strong. You smirked at his words and kept going until you felt him twitch in your mouth, only a few seconds later, his warm liquid casading down your throat, his name escaping your mouth as you noticed his arms flexing when he reached his orgasm. You got up and Kai’s hands immediately cupping your face and pulling your in for a deep and passionate kiss, your hands grabbing onto his strong shoulders. 'You’re so fucking hot,’ He moaned out and threw you on the bed, a few seconds later, his hands ripping your underwear in a one swift motion, throwing them on the floor. He spread your legs, pinning your hips down on the bed and burried his head between your legs, licking your folds as slow as he could.

'You tasted so amazing!’ he hummed against your heat, the vibrations making you moan out loud. His tongue started massaging your clit as you felt his fingers entering you again, pumping in and out of you, curling inside you in the way that only Kai knew, making you clench your walls around him.

'Fuck, Kai- Shit.’ You cried out, his mouth feeling amazing on you like every time he did it, his fingers working perfectly on your body. You propped yourself on your elbows, watching Kai eating you out, getting your closer to your release with each second that passed. He pulled his fingers out of you and started sucking on your clit vigororusly, his name constantly slipping out of your lips, rolling perfectly of your tongue. He threw your body back on the mattress and started massaging your nipples, squeezing them, feeling them getting harder under your touch. You looked down and caught Kai already staring at you, the familiar feeling in the pit of your stomach becoming more and more evident.

'Kai, I’m so close- please- please-’ you cried out as your orgasm tore through you, your whole body shaking. You grabbed onto Kai’s hair tightly, pushing your hips up to his mouth. He pulled away and looked at you, wiping his mouth with his thumb. You sat up and wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him down on top of you, your legs wrapping your his waist.

'Please Kai. Please.’ You cried out, sounding more desperate than ever.

'What do you want, baby? Tell me.’ He whispered, his voice lower and sounding sexier than ever, his eyes a darker shade of blue, filled with lust.

'I want you to fuck me, Malachai.’ His lips parted when he hear you saying his full name, his lenght getting even harder than he already was. He smiled and without any warning he pushed himself into you with one quick move, making you scream out loud and before you knew it, he withdrew himself and then went back in at the same fast pace, knocking the air out of your lungs with each thrust. He found the perfect angle where everytime he went in, he hit your perfect spot, a loud moan escaping your mouth and making you arch your back at the feeling.

'Shit, you’re so tight. Fuck. You feel so good around me.’ His hips were relentlessly pounding into you, your breath hitching at every thrustm your heart feeling as if it would jump out of your body. You grabbed onto his strong biceps and dug your nails in them so hard that he almost started to bleed, but somehow you thought that he didn’t feel a thing because he was only focused on getting you to your third orgasm that night. He pinned your hands over your head, your walls clenching around him again as your high went through your entire body, shaking underneath Kai who hadn’t lost his pace at all and kept thrusting into you. He pulled out of you and turned you to your side, lifting your one leg up a little bit and entered you again, thrusting into you slowly. So slow that you could feel how every inch of him kept sliding inside you, the feeling intensified because of how sensitive you were. You grabbed onto the bed sheets, a single tear falling down on the pillow under you as Kai picked up its pace, going back to pounding into you, hitting you spot perfectly as you felt yourself getting closer to yet another release. You felt Kai twitch inside you, a louder moan escaping his mouth as you knew that he was almost there. You reached between your legs and started massaging your clit, while Kai’s hips met your actions perfectly and not even a few moments after, you and Kai reached your orgasm, Kai riding through both of them until you were finished. He pulled out and collapsed beside you, his breathing just as loud as yours.

'Wow.’ You muttered.

'I know.’ He replied.

'It’s a good thing that you can’t break me.’ You said, making Kai laugh, his hands wrapping around you as he pulled you in and planted a soft kiss on your lips. 'I can’t help it. I can’t get enough of you.’ He trailed off and smirked at you, you eyes falling down to his manhood and then to his lips.

'Likewise.’ He captured your lips in a passionate kiss and pulled you on his lap, his arms wrapping around your waist, both of you knowing that a long night was ahead of you.

Anon said: Hey babe! Can I have a really cute and fluffy Hayes imagine where I am at his house and were cuddling and his dad doesnt like me and he finds us sleeping and wakes hayes up and tells him he accepts us?? Please and thank you so much. Love ya babe😘😘

Being with my boyfriend Hayes, it’s had its ups and downs. We’ve always been honest with one another which saves us plenty of fights, but with being a couple and me being with Hayes, we have to face criticism. The fans unexpectedly, didn’t have an issue with it, mainly because we were honest with them. Me and Hayes never played mind games with the fans. Nash has became an older brother to me, he’s always there for advice and he’s the main reason me, and Hayes got together.

The only person who doesn’t except our relationship is Hayes’s father. He’s never liked the idea of us together, and always gave me a hard time. In his mind he has a dream girl for Hayes, and I not her. Whenever I’m at their house for the holidays, he’s really cold to me. He doesn’t speak to me or even acknowledge my presence. Out of all people I thought I’d have it rough with his mom not his father. Today was no exception. We were staying at Hayes parents house for the holidays, last year it was my family but this year it switched. I didn’t want to come because I knew how his father was going to be towards me, and it’s hurting me. But somehow Hayes convinced me. “It’ll be fun” he said. When we arrived, I got a warm greeting from everyone and like usual his dad passed me, as if I was a lingering spirit invisible to the eye. I went straight to Hayes old room, and lied down. There was a knock at the door, “come in” I yelled, the door opened and in walked Nash. “Yo, why aren’t you in the living room with us” he said sitting at the edge of the bed “I’m just not feeling it” I shrugged, “it’s our dad isn’t it” he was serious. I avoided eye contact, “I get it, I’m sorry that he’s treating you like this I’m gonna talk to Hayes and my mom” he said getting up.

“No, I’m fine honestly” I tried smiling, “no your not, your not that same bubbly person you are in LA when your here, and the fact that it’s because of our father is bs. Hayes feels the same, and I think it’s time we talked to our mom about this” he reached for the door handle. “ atleast do it on your own, not with Hayes we just got here, and knowing him he’s gonna make it into a big deal, and I don’t want to be the reason him and your father having a falling out” I said sitting up. He thought about it, “you got a point,I’ll go get him” he smiled a bit, “thank you” I mouthed. He opened the door, and a short time later the door reopened to reveal Hayes. “Hey babe” I smiled, “hey cutie, Nash told me you needed me?” He came on the side of the bed. “I’m not feeling good, can you cuddle me?” I pouted. It was true, I wasn’t feeling good, I was feeling sharp pains in my stomach ever since he told me we were coming here. He gave me a small smile “anything for my princess”, he kicked his shoes off, and carefully got in the bed pulling me towards him. He slowly rubbed my head the way he usually does, and I fall asleep instantly.

Sometime later, I heard the door creek open. I turned myself away from Hayes, as he turned also so we could spoon. I felt myself being shaken, without actually being shaken. I sat up, rubbing my eyes, as Hayes moaned and lifted himself up. I couldn’t wake up, I was exhausted and in pain, so I plopped right back down, and tried to fall asleep. I heard Hayes chuckle, and run his finger along my cheek. “Hayes” I heard his father say, “what’s up?” He questioned, I heard faint footsteps and the bed dip a bit. “Son, I wanted to apologize for the way I’ve been acting to you but mainly Y/N” I could hear the regret in his voice. “Why the sudden change?” Hayes scoffed, “i guess your brother was talking to Y/N, and the way I’ve been treating her really has done a number on her. Your brother talked to your mother and we talked and I realized I’m being an ass” he let out a breath. There was no reply from Hayes, but I felt him stare me down. “I had this idle women for you set in my head, but what I failed to realize is you found her. She may not be at my standard but she’s everything I wished you’d find.. And I was too stupid to even realize and get to know her” he adjusted his gaze to me. “And for that I owe you a big apology, and I’ll do everything in my will to make it up, and get a bond with her”, Hayes took a deep breath, “I’m glad you realized, because she is an amazing person, and weather you liked her or not, she isn’t really going a where any time soon” he rubbed my cheek. “I’m glad to see you happy son, and when she wakes up, I’m gonna apologize and try and make everything right with her” he stood up, Hayes joined him as they embraced in a tight hug. “Love you dad” he chuckled “love you too son” they pulled away. “Now go back to your girl” he smiled, before exiting.

Hayes got back in the bed, adjusting himself and placing me around him. He let out a heavy breath, and removed a fallen strand of hair from my face. He kissed my forehead, “I love you” he said pulling the covers above him, my lip shook a bit, but in my half asleep state I managed to reply. “ I love you too, forever and always” and I fell asleep, feeling much better about myself and the situation at hand.

HISTORY

 (requested by - @angelicshinigami)

Kai Parker x Reader
word count
: 3 299
summary : Reader finds about Kai’s past from someone else. (before the wedding and the 1903 PW)
* gif by me
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   “I love girl’s night.” said Y/N, hanging upside down on the sofa with her phone in her hands, typing. Every Friday or Saturday night they’d get the Salvatore house all to themselves and get to do whatever they wanted, as if it was their house. Which in a way it was since pretty much everyone had moved in or stayed over every other night. Elena laughed and Caroline joined Y/N on the sofa trying to take a peek at what and most importantly who she was texting.
   “Do you? You’ve been here for an hour and you’ve spent half of it on your phone. Who are you texting that has you laughing and blushing like that ?”
Y/N clicked sent and looked at her friend. “Me ? Blushing – what are you talking about? I am not blushing.”
   “Yes, you are.” said Bonnie coming back from the kitchen with snacks. “Anyone we know ? Is he hot ?”
   “Um, maybe.” said Y/N glancing at her screen when her phone buzzed, bursting in laughter a second later. “Oh my God.”
   “What?” asked Elena, laying on the ground right under her taking a peek at her screen. “Wait … Kai ?” instantly she sat up. “You’ve been texting him this entire time ?”
Y/N sighed and sat up glancing at her friends’ shocked expressions. Every time Kai’s name came up in a conversation things got really awkward really fast. Usually someone always changed up the subject and no one ever wanted to tell her why they reacted that way which kind of freaked her out a little. There was bad blood between him and Bonnie and him and Damon, that much she knew, but she also knew how bad Kai felt about everything he had done in 1994. What she couldn’t understand was why all her friends acted as if she had mentioned the Devil himself whenever she mentioned Kai.
   “Alright. What is it ?” she asked, folding her hands on her chest.
   “What ?” asked Caroline as if she had no idea what Y/N is talking about. “Do you want some of those caramel popcorn ? They are so good, buttery and sweet –”
Y/N titled her head glaring at her friend as if to say ‘Seriously ?’ “Don’t play dumb with me Caroline Forbes. You are hiding something. Spill.”
   “It’s nothing. Just… we worry you spend so much time with him.” said Elena. “He is dangerous.”
   “Dangerous ?“ asked Y/N confused. “Are we talking about the same person here ? Kai is sweet, kind and need I remind you who saved me when Caroline decided to flip her humanity switch and throw a rave on campus ? Kai did. He is not dangerous. He is … cute and cuddly and so nice, I just can’t seem to under–”
Bonnie scoffed. “He is not nice.”
Y/N glanced at her friend. “I get it. You don’t like him because he hurt you in 1994, but he did try to apologise, remember ? Why do you act like this every time I mention him ? Can’t you see he is somewhat important to me ?”
   “That’s what’s worrying us.” said Elena.
   “Why ?”
   “It doesn’t matter. Just keep you distance -”
Y/N got up and headed towards the door when Caroline flashed before her blocking her way.
   “Where are you going ?”
   “Out.”
   “Y/N, don’t –”
   “Why ?” asked Y/N. “What do you have against him that is so bad you don’t want to tell me ? I am tough. I faced Klaus, I’ve dealt with Katherine and Silas. Whatever it is – I can handle it.”
   “He hasn’t told you, has he ?“asked Elena reaching for the popcorn.
   "Told me what ?”
   “What he did to get himself sent in 1994 Prison World.” started Caroline.
   “Whatever he did to get himself stuck in 1994, it’s done. It’s not like you havent done awful things or things you regret right ? Everybody makes mistakes and –”
   “Yes, but neither of us has done what he did.” snapped Bonnie. “No wonder your ‘buddy’ hasn’t told you he killed his siblings. He is probably terrified you’d see him for the monster he truly is and he’d end up alone again.”
   “What ?” asked Y/N taking a step towards Bonnie.
   “Yeah. He killed his siblings.” said Caroline. When his family found out he was born without his own magic they isolated him. He couldn’t touch anyone because they were terrified of him and his parents thought he was unfit to lead the coven, so they had more children until another set of twins was born. When he figured out his father was going to deny him his birth right – you know, the merge after his 22nd birthday, he snapped and killed his siblings to prove a point. He hung two of his siblings off the stairway railing and drowned another. Then went after the twins, stabbing Jo in the abdomen with a hunting knife to keep her from trying to stop him. But she managed to find Liv and Luke and hide them with magic, which only got him angrier. They were the real targets of his anger. Later on to protect the twins and get her freedom Jo got rid of her magic, leaving it hidden in a hunting knife and tricked him into doing the merge the next day. But instead his family used the eclipse to send him away as a punishment for what he did. Jo ran and the future of the coven fell on Luke and Liv.”
Y/N stood there frozen, glancing between her friends’ worry grim expressions while trying to process everything her friends had done. Kai had mentioned he had done something, allowing his anger to take over but he never said what exactly. And even though what he had done had been awful, she could see he felt guilty about something. Now she knew why but also she couldn’t stop thinking about what it must’ve been growing up. Spending his entire life alone with no one to talk to or to understand him or what it is being a siphoner. What he had done hadn’t been his fault. It had been his family’s fault. If only they hadn’t isolated him, if they had accepted him the way he was – ’Not a whole lot of compassion in my family.’ had said Luke.  “Oh my God.“
   “And later on in the Prison World he tried to end it all multiple times, except there was a fail save in the spell and he couldn’t die no matter what he did and –”
   “I have to go.” said Y/N and without a word just turned around and walked out the door ignoring her friends calling after her. She got on her bike but instead of riding it home, she decided to walk there. Her mind was flooded with images of 5 year old Kai, pictures he had shown her… His handmade turkey, the few homevideos with him that has somehow survived over the years… Why hadn’t he told her about growing up ? Everything he had been through – specially in the Prison World. Not being able to die, living completely alone for 18 years before finally returning to the real world … A tear rolled down her cheek and she wiped it away quickly, feeling her phone buzz in her pocket.
We are still on for movie night, right ?
Y/N smiled at the screen. ‘Heck yeah. Can’t wait.’
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   “Y/N, I’m hooomee.“ called out Kai, dramatically walking in through the front door with a large paperbag with take out in his hands. “I just love saying it like that !” he laughed glancing at her cuddled up on the couch with a white/blue stripe blanket covering her feet and a steaming cup with tea in her hands. Y/N glanced at him, sighed and her lips curled in a small smile.  "Hey, cheer up. I got you your favourite curly fries from the Grill and stopped by your favourite place and got you the avocado, greens and chicken salad you love so much.“
Kai let the take out bag on the coffee table and sat next to her just in time to see her pull out a bag with his favourite pork rinds hidden under the blanket. Y/N grinned at hal, shifting on the couch.   “You are the best best friend ever. How did you know I was thinking about that place today ?”
   “Magic.“ he winked at her. “Have you picked the movie ? What are we watching ? I hope you are not planning on making me suffer through Twilight again. That sparkly guy is just – weird. So, so weird.”
   “No. That was a momentary lack of judgement.“ she laughed under her breath and slipped her hand behind her back pulling out a copy of Baywatch. “I got something you will love. Ta-da.”
   “Wow.“ he smiled, pursuing his lips. “Pork rinds and Baywatch. You know me well, but you forgot something –” he smirked devilishly, held out his palm and a chocolate cupcake with while sprinkles appeared on it. Y/N reached for it but Kai pulled it away. “Nah-uh. This is for me.”
   “Hilarious.“ she laughed watching him smile at her innocently, looking at her with puppy dog eyes. “Gimme. If that cupcake is not in my mouth in the next few seconds, you are not getting anywhere near the pork rinds.”
   “You are so cute when you are threatning.“ he pinched her cheek, letting her take a bite from the cupcake while using magic to put the DVD disc in the DVD player. “You know I can’t say ‘no’ to you. Also did you really think I wouldn’t share?” he winked at her. “Come here. This is going to be so much fun. I wonder if it’s like the original series –”
Y/N snuggled next to him and pulled her blanket so it covered them both. He put his arm around her shoulders and passed her a take out box just as the movie started. They ate, watched and laughed almost halfway through the movie when her mind started playing on repeat everything her friends had told her about Kai’s past and the more she tried to push the thoughts away, the more demanding they got. She glanced at him almost at the same time he looked at her. His smile was so wide and his eyes sparkled but now she knew why there sadness and pain in them sometimes. Why sometimes they were together he’d just shut down and suddenly change the subject acting as if they hadn’t been talking about what it had been like growing up in the 70-80s compared to growing up in the 90s. Her heart audibly cracked at the thought of how sad, alone and alienated he must’ve felt growing up. Her friends seemed to focus only on the bad things he had done, not even considering what must’ve felt like being a child and having to spend your days alone, unable to touch anyone because his own family saw him as a monster, as an abomination because of something he had no control over. As if he had wanted to be born different. All he had wanted was his family to love him like a family should. Instead they rejected him. A tear rolled down her cheek and she quickly wiped it away before he had noticed and continued to stare at the screen not really paying any attention to the movie.
   “Are you okay ?“
   “Yeah, yeah. Something got in my eye.” she forced her lips to curl in a smile.
Kai studied her face noticing how her eyes were a little reddish, shrugged his shoulders and wrapped his arms around her a little tighter. A couple minutes later he could swear he heard her sniffling. Something was wrong he just couldn’t understand what it was. Why would she be crying ? he wondered, hearing her sob quietly.
   “Are you sure you are okay ?“ he asked. "Let me take a look. Maybe you didn’t get it out –”
   “No. No, I um I’m fine.“ she glanced at him for a split second then at the screen, her eyes widening a little. "Well, that’s not. Wow Mitch, thats –”
Kai laughed under his breath, covering her eyes. “Maybe you shouldn’t be watching this. You are too young for that sort of stuff.”
   “Hey, I am the same age as you!“ she teased. "Sort of.”
   “Funny.“ he whispered in her ear while she moved his hand from her eyes. He glanced at his fingers noticing how they were wet and heard her sniffling again. "Y/N –”
   “I um – I’ll be right back.“
Y/N got up, barely taking a step away before Kai gripped her wrist. She focused her gaze ahead, blinking fast trying to push the tears away not wanting to turn around and let him see. Why cause him more pain? What if he assumes she’d leave him and forget about all the good memories they’ve shared because now she knows his past ? There had to have been a reason he hadn’t shared his history with her in full, but only some parts of it and she respected his choice. Nothing he had told her had been a lie, he had just withheld some details probably afraid she’d react like her friends have. Kai got up and brushed his palm against her cheek, tilting her face towards his.
   “You are crying.” he stated. “Why – why would you be crying ? We are watching a comedy –”
   “I um, it’s nothing.“ she smiled at him, blinking fast a couple of times. "Do you want some ice cream ? Or hot cocoa ? Cookies ?”
   “I may be new at emotions but ‘nothing’ doesn’t seem like an appropiate reason to cry.“ he followed her into the kitchen. Y/N reached in the freezer, pulling out her favourite ice cream but he grabbed the box from her hands and put it back. ”Nothing doesn’t require sugary foods either  or your emergency ice cream reserved for TV show season or mid-season finales. Was it the movie ? Did that scene upset you or something ? I told you, you shouldn’t have been watching –”
   “No.“ she said, reaching in the cupboard pulling out a box with double chocolate chip cookies with hazelnuts. “Want some ? I can get out some milk –”
   “Don’t change the subject.“ he snatched the box holding it behind his back. "Did someone hurt you ? Tell me. I will make them bleed for stealing your smile.”
   “No.“ she said, reaching behind his back to try and get the box while avoiding his gaze at the same time he tried everything to meet her eyes.
   “Did someone say something to you ?” he pressed. Y/N shook her head. “Did I – did I do something ? If it was me – I didn’t mean it. You know I say the first thing that pops into my head.”
   “No, I just –“ her eyes met with his and almost instantly she broke into sobs. ”– I feel horrible. You must’ve felt so alone.“
   “What ?” he asked confused, leaving the cookie box on the counter. “Alone ? W-what are you talking about ?”
   “Growing up… you had no one. I just – I can’t imagine what it must’ve been like not having anyone to turn to. Not being able to hug your mom or your dad. Or your siblings or to be with your family.“ she wiped her cheeks. "And then the Prison World. They sent you away and you didn’t get to live the life you wanted. Instead you spent another two decades alone and everything you went through in there. I just – I w-wish I had known you sooner so you didn’t have to feel that pain. I wish I had magic or there was a time machine so I can go back and be with you so you are not alone and dont ever feel that kind of pain.”
Kai watched tears rolling down her cheeks, her eyes watering more and her sobs getting louder until his lips curled in a small smile. Didn’t take him long to realise her friends had spilled the beans about his past in an attempt to push her away from him and make her hate him, no doubt. Probably no one had expected her to have this reaction, even he hadn’t imagined she’d react this way. Whenever people found out about what he had done, they ran. And part of him had been so scared he’d lose the only person who ever truly believed in him, who gave him a chance … he had decided not to share the full extend of everything he had done. And there she was, his best friend, who had just found out all the awful things he had done and instead of resenting him, hating him and pushing him away she stood before him crying and feeling horrible about something she is not responsible of. A quiet sigh left his lips and he took a step towards her, feeling water pooling in his eyes.
   “Come here silly.“ he wrapped his arms around her tight. "Not gonna lie, it was torture. All of it but I am lucky, you know. After everything I found you and I don’t feel alone anymore.” he said softly stroking her hair. “In fact when I am with you, I kind of forget about all of it. Seeing you smile, hearing you laugh –” he cupped her face. “Don’t you get it ? I have everything I had ever wanted when we are together.”
   “You do ?“ she said through tears, wiping a tear from his cheek. He didn’t even appear to have noticed he was crying too.
   “Yes.” he kissed her forehead gently. “You’ve never had that look in your eyes, you know the one your friends get every time I am around. Even now. You know what I did, how mercilessly I –” he swallowed hard. “– killed or heavily maimed most of my siblings in 1994. You don’t look at me as if I am a monster. An abomination. You’ve always looked at me as if I am… worth it. Like I deserve to live and be happy.”
Y/N smiled at him. “That’s because you do deserve to live and be happy. You deserve to find someone and start a life. You’ve suffered enough and I –”
   “What if I already had … found someone, I mean?” he gazed in her eyes. “Someone I want to start a life with ? Someone who has me feeling things and experience emotions I’ve never thought I’d be lucky enough to live through…”
Y/N’s lips curled into a smile and her heart skipped a beat but before she had had the chance to actually say something Kai cupped her face and pressed his lips against hers pulling her in a gentle kiss. Her hands wrapped around him and too soon his lips pulled away from hers, his eyes remaining closed for a moment expecting her to maybe slap him, yell at him or something.
   “Then – this person is the luckiest girl in the world. And she better treat you right or I –“
Kai laughed under his breath, scooped her up into his arms and carried her back to the couch. "You do know the ‘someone’ I am talking about is you right ?
   “I hope so. Otherwise that kiss was so confusing.” she smiled and tapped his nose, gazing into his eyes. “I promise I will always be there for you. Always, as long as I am alive you never feel alone again.”
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MASTERLIST - SMUT
MASTERLIST - FLUFF

JERSEY ( stiles stilinski x reader )
writer : wantstobeastilinski ( aria )
requested : nope
warnings : fingering, handjob, swearing


You never really understood why people liked to steal their boyfriends clothes. It kind of bothered you. What difference would it make if you wore something he did?

Stiles, on the other hand, thought you wearing his clothes would be the sexiest thing in the world. He could imagine you wearing his shirts, it barely covering your ass, and seeing your legs. God, those legs….

You two decided going on a date would be fun, get away from the supernatural, have a picnic. Well, it was a good idea, until it started pouring down rain. You two walked to the destination, so you had to run back, making both of you soaked.

When you arrived at Stiles house, you were both shivering. “This is the last time you ever plan a date.” You mumbled to your boyfriend as you hugged yourself. He rolled his eyes at you and took off his shirt. You let your eyes rake over his toned torso and smirked lightly.

He didn’t notice, because lets face it, that boy doesn’t notice much.

“Okay, I can run and get you something to wear?” He stated lightly. You groaned, about to open your mouth and complain about not wanting to steal his clothes but he shushed you.

“Just let it happen, (Y/N). Just let it happen.”

You two walked up to his room, laughing when you slipped on the hardwood outside his door.

He rushed to his closet and grabbed the first thing he saw, tossing it to you. He didn’t notice that he threw you his backup jersey, and you looked at it, brow raised. He searched for clothes for himself while you quickly changed.

“Stiles, I need underwear.” Your voice was small and timid, a blush overtaking your face. He grabbed a random pair of his boxers and gave them to you. You slipped them on and smiled lightly.

He quickly changed and turned around, opening his mouth to ask if you were hungry when he saw what you were wearing. His mouth clamped shut as he took in your figure.

Your hair was in a messy bun, and his jersey seemed to engulf you. But, somehow it was still short enough to where he would’ve been able to see your ass a bit, if it wasn’t for his boxers.

He felt an erection start to form and gulped. You noticed and raised a brow. “You okay?”

He nodded. “Yeah, I am. Its just…damn you look hot in my clothes.” His normally bright eyes were now dark with lust and he slowly inched forward.

You tilted your head and looked up at him. “Oh really?” You whispered seductively. He nodded and grabbed your ass, pulling you closer.

You ran your fingers up his chest, biting your lip. He let out a low growl at your action, and soon enough his lips were on yours.

His tongue soon slipped into your mouth, and even though you fought for a bit, it soon claimed its dominance over yours. He picked you up and pushed you against his door. You let out a whimper as he moved his lips to your jaw, sucking lightly.

“Stiles…” you whimpered breathlessly, letting your hands travel to the tent in his pants. He let out a groan as you palmed him through his sweats, and you felt his fingers slip through the elastic of the boxers you were wearing.

His finger quickly slid over your heat and you bucked your hips, throwing your head back lightly. He smirked. “You’re so wet, baby. And its all for me.”

He quickly let one finger slip into your pussy, letting a strong gasp leave your swollen lips. He curled it, your walls clenching around the digit. He slowly slipped in another, and started speeding up his actions.

Your head ended up in the crook of his neck, moaning loudly. His dick twitched and you moved your hand to it. You slipped underneath his sweatpants and gripped it, making him growl.

When you started jerking him off, he seemed to finger you faster. You jutted your hips forward, biting at his earlobe. “B-baby..”

“I know, princess. You can cum.” You clenched around his digits and did as you were told, letting out a scream of pleasure. You stopped your movements on his dick and he grumbled, moving his hips so he would fuck your hand.

You finally opened your eyes and stared in his, finally moving your hand once more. You attached your lips to his and he let out a small moan.

“C'mon, Stiles. Cum for me.” You whispered seductively, looking at him through your lashes. You didn’t have to tell him twice, as he soon let go. His hot liquid shot on your hand and the inside of his sweats.

You two were still for a moment, the only thing that could be heard was the heavy breathing caused by the activity that had just unfold.

He kissed your jaw and you moved your hand out of his pants, licking it clean. His eyes turned darker and you smiled innocently.

“Oh, the things im gonna do to you.” He growled. You tilted your head.

“What’re you gonna do?”

“I’m going to fuck you so hard, you’ll be screaming my name loud enough for everyone down the street to hear.”

Before you could answer, the front door slammed shut and Stiles groaned.

“Stiles, you here?” The sheriff called from downstairs. He set you down and grabbed another pair of sweatpants, pulling the ones he was already wearing sown. You stared at his swollen cock, the tip red. You licked your lips and pouted when he slipped the new pair on.

He opened the door and leaned down, speaking in your ear.

“You just wait, princess.”

This Interview Is Over

Request: Hi! I was wondering if you could please do one where the cast of CACW , seb and his pregnant wife ( she’s part of the cast ) go to an interview and she goes into labor and everyone freaks out? Thanks!

Warnings: birth?

Pairing: Sebastian x Reader (ft. The cast of CW)

A/N: I wrote this quickly on my phone so it’s really short I’m so sorry!

MASTERLIST


••

Acting wasn’t always easy for you. You had been in a few films in the past, maybe about 10 to 15? You were always nervous on camera, so that’s why you liked doing theater the best. That was until you met the love of your life on set, Sebastian.

The two of you met in 2005 for the filming of a certain film called The Covenant. You played the part of his girlfriend, so you had to exchange a few kissing scenes with him at the time. You would always laugh and mutter “I’m so sorry - okay. Let’s try this again” because you were either nervous or someone did something to make you loose it.

Sebastian caught onto this habit of yours so during the middle of filming, he asked if he could help you with your shyness and asked you out for coffee. You agreed and soon after that, you had gotten better at acting and hiding your nervous bug that ticked whenever you did something. You were happy that you met up with him every week to study the arts because if you hadn’t, you wouldn’t be here at an interview with the cast of Captain America: Civil War with your husband and the little life you were carrying in your belly.

Civil War was your newest project you’d been working on. You couldn’t give anymore details to your huge fan base, because that would ruin the surprise.

You were in Age of Ultron before Civil War, and people liked your role of Spider-Woman so much, The Russo Brothers just had to squeeze you in for a role in the action film.

Here you are, wearing a nice long, wavy, dark red dress that hugged your curves, especially your expecting area, quite nicely. Underneath, you wore flats just to be comfortable during the interview.

The interview was in London and you and Sebastian just arrived right in time. You saw the stage and saw that it had two rises with chairs on both black rises, and an interviewer’s podium to the right.

“Hey, Seabass!” Anthony Mackie said, coming up from behind you and Sebastian backstage. You smiled as the two of them hugged and exchanged conversations.

“And hello to you too, (Y/N).” Anthony said. “You’re lookin’ great for a lady that’s expecting!” He said, giving you a hug and a kiss on the cheek.

You laughed at his remark. “Thanks, Mackie.”

The other cast members came in, along with The Russos, and everyone started engaging in conversation. You all started talking before it was time to go on stage.

“You ready, babe?” Sebastian asked as he hugged your side, kissing your temple.

You smiled. “Course I am.” You said as you put your hands on your belly.

The announcer started introducing everyone, and by name, they started sitting down on the black chairs that were assigned to them.

“And next, we have (Y/F/N) as Spider-Woman!” The lady said. That was your que to go onstage, so you straightened your posture.

“That’s you, Hun.” Sebastian said. You walked down to the stage, looking at the big audience of fans and the press. You waved at all of them, as they screamed in excitement. You took your seat next to Elizabeth as she got up and hugged you.

“How are you?” She asked, covering her microphone that was clipped to her red dress.

You sighed, putting a hand on your stomach. You felt the baby kick once they felt your touch. “Me? Bloated. The baby? Angry, apparently.” You said, causing her to laugh.

Sebastian came up next and he took his seat next to you, giving you another kiss before the fans screamed.

As the interviewer announced everyone, and when everyone was onstage, the crowd started to quiet down.

“So, how is everyone tonight?” She asked. Everyone responded with either “good,” or “fantastic.”

“Especially you, (Y/N) since you’re the pregnant one on set.” She said. You sighed and smiled.

“Well, like I just told Lizzie here, bloated. The baby is being a little feisty tonight.” You said. Everyone laughed at your comment as the interviewer started to ask questions to everyone on set.

When almost everyone had a question to answer, the interviewer turned the questions to the crowd. Chris and Robert got the most questions, so you didn’t have to worry about talking. As the interview went on, you tried your hardest not to scream out in pain since the baby kept kicking.

“My question is for (Y/N).” Someone in the crowd said. Finally.

Your attention was brought back up to the crowd. You looked around to find the person and you found them in the middle section. “Go for it.” You smiled, holding your hand up to block the light that was blocking your vision.

“You and Sebastian knew each other since around the 2000s. You both have come this far as to working with each other and your relationship with each other is just - fantastic.” The person began.

“Why thank you.” Sebastian spoke from your side. You laughed as you squeezed his hand with your left.

“I was wondering, how was it to play a pregnant Spider-Woman and how was it to work with your husband on set?” You heard ‘awes’ going around the room, and even from your cast mates.

You took a deep breath and began. “Well, for starters, I just wanna say that it was definitely harder this time to play Jessica because, during AOU, I obviously wasn’t pregnant, so it was a lot easier to maneuver around in that tight ass silk suit.” You said, making everyone laugh. “But, uh, yeah it was not as hard as I thought it would be - Well, I mean now I’m what, a few days away from going into labor? So..I kinda forgot what being smaller felt like.” You laughed.

“Rewind. Did she just say a few DAYS?” Robert asked, facing you next to Chris. You nodded. Everyone was shocked by your answer. Just then, the baby started kicking again.

“But during the process of f-filming, I had to- to do a few shots where I was on a greens..screen and then the fighting scenes were brutal so.. Y-yah..” You said, holding your stomach. “But it was fun doing a film with Sebastian again, this time him being m-my husband, so it was an honor. But he really was a distraction.” You smiled at him as he smirked at you, shaking his head.

Everyone did another round of questions, and then you had another one. Another question, and another kick. “Holy shit” you whispered, holding your stomach.

“(Y/N)?” Lizzie said from your right side, holding your hand. “Everything okay?”

You gave her a tight smile. “I - I think so.”

“My question is for (Y/N)” you heard again. Your ears perked up to the sound of your name, and you looked in the crowd. “Who’s your favorite person to work with onset?” The man asked.

When you were about to respond, you felt a warm liquid roll down your leg. Your eyes widened and you yelled, “Sebastian!”

“Oh, thanks, doll, you didn’t have to say my name but- holy shit!” He said, turning to you. You looked at him with worried eyes as he held your left hand, Lizzie holding your other.

“Are you okay, Mrs (Y/L/N)?” The interviewer asked.

“I, uhm.. This…M-My… My water broke.” You stammered. You squeezed your legs as your breathing started to quicken. Sebastian and Lizzie got up and held you up, Sebastian carrying you bridal style. Everyone gasped as the cast got up.

“This interview is OVER.” Robert said. “See you all soon!” He said before everyone exited.

You waved at everyone and the curtains quickly closed. As you walked backstage, you heard Sebastian yell, “we need an ambulance right now!” He said, setting you down on one of the couches backstage. The cast was running all over the place in worry. Everyone was shouting while Anthony, Jeremy, and Robert got out their phones.

“Seb, it hurts.” You cried, feeling a tear roll down your cheek. He squeezed your hand as you squeezed surprisingly harder.

“I know baby, I know. Breathe - like we practiced alright?” He said. He started doing deep breathes in and out as you mimicked his actions.

“This is incredible!” Paul Rudd said from the couch next to you. You saw Chris practically on the floor from laughing so hard, him clutching Daniel’s left bicep as he laughed too.

You couldn’t help but laugh too as you started giggling, then crying. “OWW…” You said.

“Ambulance is here. Get her in, now!” Emily said as she opened the doors meeting the big ambulance trucks. You got in as Sebastian went in as well. You heard the others say that they’ll meet you at the hospital and Sebastian nodded.

“Deep breaths, doll. Follow me.” Sebastian said next to you. You squeezed his hand as you cried out in pain.

•••


Hours later, you were laying down on the big hospital bed, your cast members crowding the room as they all got the news that the baby had finally been delivered. Sebastian sat on the bed next to you, holding yours and his baby. You smiled at the bundle of joy your husband was holding.

“So, what’s the gender?” Anthony Russo asked, his brother, Joe, holding a camera in hand, capturing the moment to post on Instagram.

You looked at Sebastian, since he didn’t know what the gender was either.

You smiled before you began your sentence. You took a deep breath. “It’s a girl.” You announced. Everyone awed. Some literally jumped for joy, others cheered, and Robert gave Paul Bettany $5. Knowing them, they had already placed a bet. (A BETtany lmaooooo)

You saw Sebastian’s reaction and you couldn’t help but have your eyes filled with tears. You smiled as you reached up to wipe away the tear that escaped his eyes. He bent his head down to pull you into a passionate kiss. He gave you your little girl and you rocked her in your arms.

“Decided on a name?” Kevin asked.

You shrugged and looked at your husband. “After all the names we looked through throughout the months, have you decided?” You asked.

He smiled, wiping away his tears. “I dunno..I kinda like the name Jessica. You know, after your character.”

“Jessica is a perfect name!” Lizzie said.

“You will raise a total asskicking girl then, guys.” Chris said, laughter filled the room.

“Jessica it is then.” You said. “Jessica Rebecca Stan.”

Sebastian nodded as your eyes filled with happy tears. You pulled him by his collar and engulfed him in a kiss once more.

“I never thought we’d have our baby in London.” You said when the two of you pulled back.

“My own town.” Paul said shaking his head.

Imagine Chris introducing you to your son for the first time.

A/N: Part 5 already? Man, time flies when you’re having fun. Stay tuned for the epilogue. Here are the links to the previous parts: (Memory Lane - Part 1/Part2/Part3/Part 4) and (Drunk Minds, Sober Hearts and Baby Fever - Masterlist). This one is super cute if I say so myself. 💕

You could barely remember the labor experience when you woke from your nap, or anything for that matter. You could remember the pain, of course, that was still there but it had subsided sufficiently since the birth of your son. You could remember your water breaking at home because of the silly argument you had with Chris, and him rushing you to the hospital whilst apologizing the entire drive there. You smiled to yourself when you thought about it; you had the best husband even though he got a little messy sometimes.

“Knock knock,” you heard your mom’s voice and you looked up dazedly. “Hey sweetheart,” she smiled at you and you mirrored it. “How are you feeling?” She asked as she entered your ward; she sat down on an empty chair and took one of your hands in hers.

“Glad I’m not pregnant anymore,” you responded with a soft chuckle and she chuckled in response. “I don’t know how you did it, Mom. That was-” you shook your head in disbelief, “one of the most painful experiences of my entire life.” She squeezed your hand gently, chuckling. “I know I said I’d think about having a girl, but I don’t think I want to do that ever again.”

“You will,” she disagreed with a nod. “Not now, but you will. Believe me, honey. Parenthood is one of the best experiences you’ll ever have. When you see your baby, you’ll understand that the pain is worth everything.” She pressed a soft kiss to the back of your hand and you smiled. “He’s beautiful, by the way.” She told you and your smile grew wider.

“Is Chris with him?”

“Did you really expect him to be anywhere else?” She responded and you chuckled. “Have the two of you decided on a name? I remember both of you saying that you didn’t want to think about it until you saw the baby, but surely there’s been some discussion on possible names.”

You shook your head in response because there hasn’t been. Sure there were names you both liked, but there was never one that either of you had your mind set on. Chris didn’t see the point of naming a child he hadn’t yet met, and to be honest- neither did you. When you wrote, you’d always create a character before you gave that character a name; a name was nothing if it didn’t fit the personality. Despite your need to control things, you quite liked the spontaneity of things which was one of the many reasons Chris fell in-love with you.

“We’ll decide when we decide,” you told her and she nodded. “Where’s Dad?” You asked but before she could answer you, you asked another question. “And did Chris call Lisa and Bob yet? They were meant to drive down for the due date but- well,” you chuckled. “Their son pissed me off so much that their grandson came early.”

Your mom laughed then said, “your dad’s getting some coffee, and Lisa and Bob are on their way as we speak. So are your brothers, and Chris’ siblings, and their families. Everyone’s been informed about the sudden birth, don’t worry. We’ve handled all the details, you just relax.”

“I don’t think relaxing is in her wheelhouse,” you heard Chris’ voice and you immediately smiled. You looked up and felt your heart skip a beat when you realized he was with a nurse and your baby. “We thought you might like to meet your son.” He said as he carefully pushed the baby cot over. “Hate to say it but- he’s the most beautiful baby I’ve ever seen.”

“That’s ‘cause you didn’t see your wife when she was a baby,” your mom commented and Chris chuckled. “Okay, we’ll leave you two to get aquatinted with your son.” She beckoned the nurse out with her as she started to make her leave. “Pick a good name, no Jr. situation please.” You and Chris laughed softly at that, not wanting to scare the baby. “We’re better than that.” With that, she closed the door behind her.

“Before I pick him up, first things first.” He leaned over and gently caressed your face, pressing his lips against yours; you smiled and kissed him back. “I am so proud of you, Y/N, and I don’t think I have ever loved you more. You were so strong and beautiful and- I am just-” he cut himself off, glancing at your son, “we’re just the luckiest guys in the world to have you in our lives.”

“You’re just trying to make up for the fact that you basically pushed me into labor,” you giggled and he chuckled. “I can’t even give birth at a time that I want, and you call me controlling and manipulative.” You teased and his smile widened.

“You did say you were sick of being pregnant, and my job as your husband is to make your life easier so- I guess you’re welcome.” He quipped and you giggled, slapping his arm ever so gently. “Alright,” he chuckled. “Are you ready to meet your son? We really need you to because we need to decide on a name. I kinda have one in my head but- I want to see what you think of when you look at him.”

“Okay,” you nodded and Chris helped you sit up before gently lifting your baby boy out of the plastic cot. He sat down on the edge of your bed, just beside you and carefully passed the life you’d just given birth to over to you. You felt tears well in your eyes upon looking at his tiny face, he looked up at you with eyes the same shade as his father’s and smiled for the first time. “He’s beautiful, Chris.”

“Just like you,” Chris kissed the side of your head.

You looked down at your baby, gently swaying him back and forth as you thought about his name. His eyes reminded you of Chris, yes, but they also reminded you of the day Chris took you camping for the first time. It was near the Jackson River, he’d taken you out on the canoe just as the sun was rising over the water which was as beautiful a blue as your son’s eyes. You looked at him and all you could remember was that day, the day Chris took you out of your comfort zone without removing the feeling of warmth and safety while doing so. But that was what Chris did, and was incredibly good at; he challenged you and changed you for the better. Your son was the perfect example because without Chris- you would have never birthed this beautiful and angelic baby boy, and set out to experience the adventure of a lifetime.

“What are you thinking?” Chris asked, wrapping an arm around you.

“Do you remember that day you took me out camping?” You asked, not tearing your eyes away from your son. You felt Chris nod and you continued, “it was my first time out in the woods and I was a little nervous about it.”

“A little?” He chuckled softly. “Sweetheart, you were having anxiety attacks.” You chuckled softly in response. “But I also remember you telling me that I made you feel safe despite how unsafe you felt out there.”

“Yeah,” you nodded. “And you took me out on the canoe just before sunrise and we watched as it rose over the water.” Chris nodded again, smiling as he reminisced. “I fell in-love with you that trip, like- head over heels in-love with you.”

“Really, that trip?” He raised an eyebrow. “But you didn’t say anything, and that was- way before Disney World when I spilled the beans. Were you waiting for me to say it first?” He teased and you chuckled softly.

“Well, I didn’t want to scare you off.”

“Please,” he chuckled. “If you’d told me then, I would have told you the feeling was mutual. Sweetheart, I was in-love with you after our first date. I just tried to play it cool because I didn’t want to scare you off. Honestly- I thought you were going to run after the camping thing, your face when we got to the campsite was pretty priceless.”

“Shut up,” you giggled.

“Why are you bringing that trip up?” Chris quizzed; there was a hint of curiosity and hope in his voice because he too thought about that trip when he looked at his son for the first time. That trip was the one that gave Chris a glimpse of the life he could have with you, where he would constantly challenge you and lift you out of your comfort zone while making you feel as loved and as safe as possible. He fell in-love with you too, that trip, because he saw how hard you tried for him despite how much you clearly hated camping.

“Because when I look at our baby, I think of that trip.” You glanced at Chris and he smiled when you did. “He is here because of you, of what you’re capable of making me do. That trip was the first time I did anything out of my comfort zone for a guy, you are the first guy who made me want to leave my comfort zone.”

“And you are the first girl who has tried so hard for me,” he responded. “You know something, Y/N? You know why we work?” Your facials prompted a continuation. “Because despite our differences, we are one in the same. I thought about that trip when I saw him too,” he told you and you smiled. “Does this mean we’ve decided on a name?”

“Jackson River Evans,” you said with a smile and a nod.

“I love it,” you felt your husband kiss the top of your head. “And I love you, Y/N.”

“I love you too,” you turned and kissed him, smiling against his lips. “And we love you, Jack.” You whispered to your son when you broke the kiss, leaning into your husband’s loving arms. “God, he’s so perfect.” You said to Chris and he nodded, smiling. “Jack,” you smiled and cradled the small bundle of joy closer to your chest.

“You know what I just realized?” Chris quizzed then chuckled softly as he said, “both Chris Pratt and I now both have a son named Jack.” The two of you laughed softly at that. “Chris Evans, Jack Evans. Chris Pratt, Jack Pratt. Well-” he chuckled. “I better call Hemsworth to tell him he’s got to have another son and name him Jack, God knows Hollywood needs another Evans-Pratt-Hemsworth trio.”

“You’re such a dork,” you giggled.

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CLUELESS
summary: you’re in love with Pan and try to hint it to him, but he can’t seem to pick up what you’re putting down.
requested: yes (sorry it took so long)
warnings: Kinda OOC pan at the end. I tried to make it cute🙈
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Pan looked at you with confusion, brows furrowed as he pulled his lips away from his pipe. The lost boys were cheering and moving around the grand fire set up in the center of camp. You, however, were sitting down on the log looking at your untouched food.

Was being in love always this sickening? Your mind couldn’t think of anything, let alone anyone else, other than Pan. What was there to like about him anyways? He was selfish, arrogant, rude, and cocky. The way he looked at you when you two sparred, his green eyes dancing with mischief. It made you want to pull out your hair. And that dumb outfit he wore?!The way it seemed to bring out every curve and crevice of his figure yet leave it to your imagination at the same time. It was as if he tried to taunt you. He could wear dumb green tights and you’d still find him attractive. And when he spoke to you, it always felt like you two were the only ones there. His voice could hypnotize you. You loved and hated him at the same time.

That’s why you just avoided him altogether.

He would speak to you, but you’d turn the other way. You didn’t even show up for sparring practice. Much to your dismay and happiness, Pan noticed and he didn’t like it.

You’re eyes peeked up, looking at Pan through the flames who smirked at you. Your face heated up, and unfortunately, your blush wasn’t as cute and subtle as you would have hoped. Your ears and cheeks turned bright red. Not a small one, but the kind that came across your entire face. The kind you couldn’t hide. Pan couldn’t help but chuckle at the sight. He found it adorable.

Pan stood up, sauntering towards you. With a shriek, you scrambled off your log and quickly made your way to the forest, acting as if you had important business to deal with like patrolling. The golden light of the fire disappeared, the hollers of the boys becoming non-existent. With a sigh, you leaned against the tree and shut your eyes. Even with this much distance between you and Pan, your heart continued to beat out of your chest, cheeks still flushed at the thought of him. This is so embarrassing.

“Why are you hiding out here?” A familiar accent whispered in your ear, giving you shivers. You jumped, backing away from the tree and looking at Pan who grinned at you. “The fun is back at camp, or perhaps my room. Whichever you’re in the mood for, Love,” He snickered. Although, you couldn’t help but look down at the ground as soon as your face began to heat up again.

“Don’t say stuff like that, Pan,” You told him, which made him confused. He always said stuff like this around you, and every time he would get punched or at least a witty remark back.

“Why have you been avoiding me?” He asked, brows furrowed as he stepped towards you. “Don’t think I haven’t noticed, Darling,” Pan grabbed your arm and pulled you closer to him. You stood frozen, looking up at his green eyes that were illuminated by the pale moonlight that peeked through the canopy.

“I haven’t been trying to avoid you!” You objected, only met with unbelieving eyes as he raised his brow at you. “I…maybe I have,” A sigh escaped your lips, quickly avoiding his gaze. He was onto you. This was his island and he knew every little thing that went on. You figured it would be best if he found out your feelings on your own terms. At least he wouldn’t hold it over you for all of eternity. “It’s because I think I love someone, Pan,” You confessed.

His eyes widened, taking a step back. His heart sunk at the words. Although, he wasn’t quite sure why he felt such dread at the sentence. Whoever the boy was, he was ready to tear them apart. None of these lost boys were worthy enough for you.

“Who?” Was all he could muster out. “Is it Devon? You’re always talking to—”

“Devon?! No! I couldn’t…” You stammered. Perhaps you weren’t clear enough? Maybe this is his way of letting you down easy, by pretending he didn’t know. “I’m always hanging out with him,” You hinted, raising your brows in anticipation.

“Is it Felix?! My first mate?!” Pan sounded surprised.

“W-What?! No it’s not Felix. He has light brown hair with deep green eyes,” This didn’t seem to be going anywhere.

“John?” Pan responded

“I’m always training with him,” You sighed. Was he this oblivious?

“Barry?” You’ve only ever trained with him once. How Pan came to that conclusion, you’ll never know.

“He’s always wearing green, you know,” You suggested, stepping closer to him. He still had this confused look on his features, like a puppy seeing itself in a mirror for the first time. “He’s called the king of Neverland. Maybe you know him? He goes by the name Peter Pan,” You laughed, punching his shoulder as you took a step back. His ears turned red, realizing how idiotic he must have looked for not guessing correctly the first time.

“Are you saying that…you love me?” He said, but it almost sounded like he was mocking you. But his body leaned in, calloused hands running down your arms and holding your hands.

“I…” You stammered. Hearing it come out of his mouth sent shivers down your spine.

“Tell me you love me,” He murmured, snaking a hand towards the small of your back and pulling you against him. His other hand cupped your cheek, making you stare into his eyes. They were usually a dark green: intimidating and daunting. But in the moonlight, they were soft and vibrant. They looked at you in a way you’ve never seen before. “Tell me so I know it’s true,” Pan breathed. You’ve never seen him like this.

He was vulnerable. Just as much as you were. Not only that, but he was desperate as well. You could hear it in his tone, all the hope he put behind his words. He wanted to hear you say it.

“I love you, Peter,” you breathed. A smirk spread across his lips, dipping his head down to meet your lips with a hungry kiss, like it was the last one you’d ever share. Fortunately, it was the first kiss of many more to come.

AHS Imagines - Jimmy Darling

—–

“You know you’re my best friend right?”

You gently placed yourself on the freshly cutgrass, responding with a consumed hum. Your view was exquisite, the sun just touched the open waters of the lake, and if you looked closely, you could see the ripples formed from its touch.

The winds were something you would never forget, how the simple kiss of its warm air blew your long strands of hair onto your petite face.  It was October. Placing your gaze on the tree that hung low above your head, you started to count all the red leaves. The more you counted, the more lethargic you got. Red was your favourite colour, it expressed such a diverse set of emotions it simply fascinated you…One may use it to express anger, or one can use it to portray excitement.

Ever since you were 7, with a passion for painting, you would sign your name on every art piece you’ve made in red ink…to show the emotion you felt while creating your piece…but it was up to the viewer to identify whether you were joyful or resentful. You’ve always dreamed of being an artist, imagining your work next to great artists like Da Vinci or Donatello, you wanted to be remembered…and the way you wanted to be was for your refined red ink.

“Do you wanna get going Y/N? Your momma’s gonna be angry again” Jimmy whispered in your ear,

You lost count at 125, and thanked Jimmy for that. You turned to Jimmy, who was focused on the horizon.

“Why are you whispering?” You replied…in a whisper. Jimmy turned to you, giving you a warm smile,

“Because, It’s all so perfect, I don’t wanna ruin it” You closed your eyes. He was right, the field you both rested on was quiet, the leaves sang quietly on the trees, and the sound of cicadas followed. You’ve always wondered what it would be like to live in a big city, or by the seaside…but with your mother’s shortage of money, those dreams were as unrealistic as you wanting to be an artist. Letting out a sigh, it was quiet again…that was until Jimmy decided to clear his throat.

“We should get going” Jimmy said in defiance,

“But I don’t wanna” Your response came out as a child’s whine.

“Me neither” Jimmy chuckled, propping himself up with his shoulders,

“But we gotta.” Jimmy was right, the sky was setting and your mom specifically asked you to be home before the stars came out.

“I can’t wait to be 18…so I can runaway” You said, wiping the dust off your ripped jeans,

“Y/N, you’re only 12… and plus, you should be happy you got both parents…consider yourself lucky.” Jimmy giggled.

You both walked out of the open field, and headed down the trail you and Jimmy made.

“Bobby made fun of me again, he called me lobster boy” Jimmy was never the one to open up about his feelings, but after years of reassurance that you weren’t judgemental, he finally opened up.

You knew about his hands, and honestly, you didn’t care. You don’t remember how you met Jimmy, but you were happy that you did.

“Tell him to stick one up his ass” You replied, rather irritated.

“Y/N, language” Jimmy teased,

“A lady shouldn’t speak like that,” he continued.

“Well I’m no ordinary lady then?” Jimmy shook his head,

“No you’re not…but that’s why you’re my best friend” He smiled, wrapping an arm around your shoulder,

“You’re really leaving Jimmy?” You promised him you wouldn’t be sad, you promised him you would stay strong, but how could you stay strong if he wasn’t going to be there with you along the way?

“Yeah…it sucks, I wish I could take you in one of my suitcases” He said, embracing you closer into his hold,

“I think I could fit” You both chuckled, but it soon faded into a mournful atmosphere. The walk stayed silent, usually the silence between you two was always comfortable…but today, knowing that was the last time you would sit under the same tree you went to for 3 years…it was languishing.  

You were steps from his home that was now just a house without furniture.

“My mom’s gonna miss you” He said, breaking the silence,

“She really likes you.”

“Tell her I’m gonna miss her too, and that I wish her the best of luck at her new job” You replied.

“Oh! I got you something!” Jimmy said, before running back into his house. You waited with a smile as you heard him shuffle throughout the house.

“Here,” Jimmy said breathlessly as he jumped the last step. He placed a small box in your hand that had your name on it written on the bow.

“Open it!” Jimmy’s outburst made your heart jump,

“Jeez, do that again and I wont be able to do anything!” You retorted, grasping at your heart, dramatically.

You pulled out the ribbon and removed the top of the box.

In it was two necklaces’, connected with a broken heart charm. The gold letters that were engraved were;

“Best Friends Forever”

Jimmy took one half of the heart and put it around his neck,

“See, now if we wear this forever we can find each other…eventually” Jimmy took the other half and motioned you to turn around; speechless you did what he asked.

His hands snaked around your shoulders and placed the necklace on your neck.

“Do you like it?” Jimmy asked from behind you.

You turned around,

“I love it, thank you so much!” You ran to Jimmy and wrapped him in an embrace, feeling his arms instantly hug you back,

“I’m really gonna miss you Jimmy” You said, finally letting the tears fall freely down your cheeks,

“And I’m gonna miss you more” Jimmy whispered, kissing your forehead,

“Why are you whispering again?” You asked, pulling away from the embrace.

“Close your eyes” He instructed.

Hesitantly, you closed your eyes. The sudden silence made you curious, and wondered if Jimmy left.

“Jimmy?” You called, as the urge to open your eyes grew. The silence stayed.

The heat from a presence hit your skin, and hands cupped your cheeks, in less than a second your lips were connected with his. His hair tickled your forehead, and his breath warmed your skin. Butterflies danced in your stomach as you felt the kiss slightly deepen. Slowly, he pulled away.

It felt as if those butterflies reached up your throat and held your tongue, because you were rendered speechless.

“Always remember me ok?” He said, removing his hands from your skin, but not before slowly grazing it with his thumb.

“Okay” You whispered, feeling his touch finally leave your skin for good.

——-

“A freakshow?” Your friend snarled,

“Why would you wanna go to one of those?” You couldn’t answer, you didn’t know yourself as to why you wanted to go…but nevertheless you wanted to.

“Because, now c’mon! It’ll be fun” You flashed her a toothy grin as you waved the tickets in her face.

“Alright fine” she groaned, grabbing one.

“Even though you’re 25 you’re an ass driver” Your friend said, getting out of the car,

You ignored her remark and jogged to her,

You handed your tickets and made your way to the almost vacant set of seats. 

“Ladies and Gentlemen, everything you’ve heard is true, all that has been advertised is here, under this tent”

A lady, who was in fact Jimmy’s mother, stepped on stage and recited her speech as if practised for hours. The sight of his mother brought memories back, you longed to know how Jimmy was doing.

The sound of your friend’s laughter distracted you from her speech,

“Stop laughing” You warned,

You turned back to Ethel on the stage,

“From jungles untamed to forest enchanted. From the Dark Continent to the spice-laden lands of India. Astounding mistakes of nature, are gathered here, for your amusement and your edification”

“See” Your friend said,

“They want us to laugh,” she snorted; you ignored her lack of decency and remained focused on the show.

The show was filled with acts of the underestimated, and laughter’s filled the air from their cheesy yet humorous jokes.

“Now, for our next performer—lobster boy!” Your longing to know how Jimmy was soon became short as he walked on stage.

Out of all the ways you could of reunited, at a coffee shop, on the streets or even at a park…you reunited with Jimmy darling at a freak show—and he was one of them.

His juggling act was enthralling; he concentrated on the baseballs as he added more. With a strong finish, he gave the crowd of four a bow.

His eyes, leaving the floorboard to your eyes, brought the same feeling in your stomach as the first time he kissed you. Shock was evident on his face, he stayed frozen, consuming the same matter you were.

Standing up, you watched Jimmy jump from the stage down to the audience floor.

“Jimmy?” You called, allowing the smile you tried hiding to show on your face.

“Y/N,” he replied, your heart began to race as he stopped in front of you.


“It’s really you” He said with a chuckle, 


“i’ve missed you,” your heart warmed from his  expression of emotion, it reminded you of how much he trusted you. 


“I see you’ve been doing good, lobster boy” You teased,


“Well juggling isn’t the only thing I can do with my hands” he pointed out, wiggling his eyebrow,


“You’re disgusting” You giggled, 


“Call me what you want” He smirked. In less than 5 minutes, you were both in deep conversation, talking about absolutely everything. 


“Do you still have that necklace?” He asked, eyeing your chest. 


“Not on me no, but it’s in my room…and my eyes are up here” You said, lifting his chin with your finger. 


“Me too” He smiled, it was a smile you missed, and it was the only smile that could make you feel better, in any situation. 


“Hey,” Jimmy said, 

“Close your eyes”


From the moment you closed your eyes, you felt his lips softly touch yours, a feeling you almost forgot. His hands cupped your face, pulling you closer. You felt like you were 12 again, on his lawn, and kissing Jimmy for the first time. You remembered that day…the singing of the leaves, and the sunset that ended that day so beautifully. You remembered counting the red leaves with Jimmy by your side, and the promise Jimmy made you make, which you undeniably kept.

He pulled away,

“I’m sorry, but I needed to do that” He chuckled as his thumb grazed your cheek—like that day.

“God, you’re so beautiful,” he breathed out, 


 “I can’t say I love you, it’s been 13 years since I last loved you…but stay with me in my tent for a couple of days, meet everyone so they can finally meet the girl I’m always talking about.”

“Fuck, who am I kidding? 13 years later and you’re still on my damn mind. You were the only one who cared for me, and treated me like a person…anyone would fall in love with someone as pure as you.”

Jimmy held your hand,

“Please stay? They’re nice people, and they would love you” He whispered,

“Anyone would” he added.  


The show ended minutes earlier, you missed everything after Jimmy’s performance. You felt whole again with Jimmy, it felt as if he was in fact the other piece to your heart, and now you had the chance to see for yourself. 

“Okay” You replied, giving him a warm smile,

“But what’s with the whispering again?” You giggled, inching closer to him. Jimmy quickly pecked your lips,

“Because it’s all so perfect…I don’t wanna ruin it”

———-

DHV HWDC IM SORRY I’M SICK AND I APOLOGIZE THAT THIS IMAGINE IS TRASH XO. It took longer to write than expected and I’m sorry again :’( hope you enjoyed!

Teasing 

Summary: Damon has always flirted with the reader, but is he just being himself or is their truth behind his words? After encouragement from both the Winchesters and Stefan the reader acts back. After testing the boundaries the reader makes a mistake…but is her punishment really a punishment? 

Word count: 5605

Author’s note: You KNOW you guys are in for it with both the title and the gif. I had so much fun writing this and it’s inspired about 3924 other ideas. So happy to be back writing, I love you guys!! 

You’d never met anyone like Damon Salvatore before there was just something about him. He always knew exactly what to say to send shivers down your spine or butterflies to form in your stomach. Damon constantly teased you because he knew how much his words affected you. It was almost like he dared you to act on things.

His words constantly replayed in your head always distracting you. You were in the Salvatore’s living room trying to research a possible spell to help Bonnie get her magic back when you kept thinking about Damon. You found yourself rereading the same line over and over again, but the information wouldn’t click.

You were distracted again when you felt hot breath against your neck and then someone whisper, “Thinking about me again?”. Jumping you turned around to see it was no other than Damon. He had a smirk on his face, “I’m dying to know what had you so deep in thought (y/n) I doubt it was that book…”.

Regaining your composure you said, “Never underestimate 1,000 year old grimoires Damon, they’re just riveting”.  He leaned over the top of the couch looking down at you, and there was a special look in his eyes. Damon shrugged, “I guess I’ll just leave you too it then unless..”.

You’d begun to speak before you even knew what you’d say, “Wait I-”. Damon smiled, he loved this hold he’d had over you. You cursed yourself for being putty in his hands, but you were distracted by someone else this time. For a moment you’d forgot Stefan had been researching with you until you heard his voice, “We could use some coffee now that I think of it, right (y/n)”.

Nodding your head you got up from the couch and made your way towards the kitchen, both brothers trailing behind you. You couldn’t shake the feeling of eyes on you and you turned around to Damon staring at you, more specifically your ass. You wanted to say something but you felt yourself begin to melt with his full attention on you.

Conflicted you just turned your head back around and continued toward the kitchen. When you got there Stefan sat down but Damon remained close to you. You reached for your glass on the top shelf, but you height stopped you from grasping it. Even on your tiptoes you were still too short, you cursed Stefan for assuming everyone was as tall as him.

Suddenly you felt someone press against you and an arm reach up further than yours to grab your glass. Before you could guess who it was he whispered in your ear, “Just trying to help you get what you want”. Turning around you saw it was Damon, his body still pressed against yours. Your voice was soft, “What I want?”.

Damon’s tone made it seem like you’d asked a crazy question, “The glass?”. You felt your cheeks begin to redden and you turned back around reaching for the sugar, “Oh yeah thanks”. If you’d turned around to face him you would’ve seen how smug he looked.

You continued making your coffee and made a glass for Stefan as well. Damon hadn’t said if he’d wanted any so you asked, “Damon do you want some coffee?”. Turning around for his response you were met with silence and another questioning look in his eyes. Again he licked his lips before saying, “I want something else to drink”.

It was sentences like that which sent shivers down your spine and filled your head with a thousand dirty thoughts. You couldn’t help but think how it would feel to have Damon’s teeth sink slightly into your skin while his lips also pressed against you, would it been a good type of pain?

You knew that vampires drinking from each other was extremely meaningful but what about a vampire drinking from a human? You were pulled from your thoughts when Stefan said, “(y/n)? You okay?”. What had he been saying before, had it been obvious that what Damon had said made you all tingly inside.

Nodding your head Stefan laughed, “You definitely need a break, that was too much research”. Damon smiled, “Does this mean we’re going to have fun for once?!”. You shook your head but you felt your insides tingle and what Damon’s fun would mean. You were pulled from the conversation when you felt your phone ring, it was Dean.

You picked up, “Dean? What’s up?”. You saw Damon mouth “Dean” to his brother while looking confused. Stefan whispered something in Damon’s ear and whatever it was caused him to roll his eyes. Dean sounded happy, “Guess what princess, Sam explained how you were stuck while researching on how to get your friends powers back and-”.

You cut him off, “You’re coming to Mystic Falls!”. It had been awhile since you’d seen the Winchesters because Mystic Falls had needed you more. The only reason you even knew the Winchesters was because of Alaric, he’d introduced you to two of his old hunting buddies.

Hunting had always interested you, it seemed like the only way to have some control over this unpredictable world. One thing lead to another and for the past year you’d been hunting off and on with them bouncing back from the Bunker to Mystic Falls. Sam and Dean had soon become family to you but you’d kept them separate from your Mystic Falls family, for the most part.

There had been a couple cases where the Winchesters had joined forces with the Salvatores, but something always felt off about it. Stefan and Sam clicked but Damon was almost jealous when it came to Dean. You assumed it was because Damon liked being the alpha male and he must’ve thought Dean threatened that. Regardless, you were excited for the Winchesters to come over.

You heard Dean laugh from the other line, “We’re about an hour or two away, Rick said we could clash at his place and we could all sort this magic thing out together”. You wondered why Rick hadn’t said anything to you but you shook that off. Grinning you said, “Okay, but first we’re going to have some fun tonight before we dedicate ourselves to research”.

Stefan raised an eyebrow at your statement, he didn’t expect you to allow yourself to relax. Dean continued, “Sounds good princess, Sammy will text you when we’re close”. Again you saw Damon mouth something to Stefan questioningly, this time it was “Princess”.

Hanging up the phone you said, “Yes Damon he calls me princess, I don’t know why but I’ve grown to love it”. You didn’t know why but a smirk formed on Damon’s face, he was obviously excited about something you’d said. Ignoring it you focused on Stefan, “Okay all we have to do is call Caroline and then boom she’ll figure out a party”.

Stefan seemed apprehensive, “You sure you’re up for this (y/n) since when do you actually like parties”. Before you could say anything Damon intervned on your behalf, “Let the girl live a little brother, this could be fun”. There was that look in his eyes again that made you both nervous and excited. Stefan smiled, “Okay fine, I’ll call Caroline and see what can be done”.

He dialed her number and left the room to take the call, his coffee in his hand. You finally took a sip of your coffee, happily hoping to perk up. Damon propped his head up with hand, “So you like being called princess?”. Damon wouldn’t let this go huh, it was just a pet name.

You rolled your eyes, “Damon what’s the problem with that, it’s just his name for me”. Damon laughed and you didn’t know why, this couldn’t possibly be funny it was literally just a word. He used his super speed and within a second he was in front of you once again pressing your body against the cabinets.

He placed a stray strand of hair behind your ear while he whispered, “I could think of a thousand dirty little names for you, but something tells me you’d enjoy having one for me…dad-”. Your moment was interrupted when Stefan made his way back into the room and Damon pretended to reach for something behind you.

For a moment or so you were left there trying to not only catch your breath but also stop the ache in your core. Stefan seemed excited, “So Car said that Tyler is down to throw a party at his house later so we’re all set”. Damon clapped his hands together, happy that things were falling into place. He grinned, “Alright I’m going to go freshen up for the night, let the games begin”.

You looked to Stefan and you both laughed at his brother. Taking another sip of you coffee Stefan put his empty glass in the sink behind you. He turned around to face you, “Okay what is happening with you and Damon?”.

You choked on your sip of coffee, how much had Stefan heard. Trying to seem cool you asked, “What do you mean? He just left-”. Stefan tilted his head to the side as if to say, really come on. You explained, “I don’t know Stefan he’s just being his flirty self and since he hasn’t gone out in a while I’m his victim”.

Stefan still wasn’t convinced, “It’s a lot more than just flirting, he exudes jealously at the thought of someone else calling you a simple pet name”. He did have a valid point, but you couldn’t accept that Damon felt something more for you.

Stefan could always read you like a book, “Why does the idea of my brother having feelings for you so hard for you to imagine?”. You didn’t realize but you thought out loud, “Because I’m not Elena”. Damon and Elena were epic loves, everyone knew that and now she wasn’t here. You always told yourself that Damon was just lonely and that’s why he showed interested.

Your words caused Stefan to shake his head, “Seriously (y/n) that’s it? That’s why you convince yourself to hide how you feel!”. You didn’t know how to react, the truth was out now and you couldn’t take it back. Stefan angrily smashed his fist onto the table, and then began to calm down.

He got closer to you, “I’m sorry (y/n) but that is the dumbest thing I’ve ever heard, and I’ve been around for more than 100 years”. You shook your head unsure of what to say. Trying to explain you said, “Stefan, he wants Elena and he only wants me as a distraction”. Stefan sighed, he couldn’t believe what he was hearing.

It was his turn to explain, “I know my brother (y/n), and what he had with Elena wasn’t what it seemed…he depended on her and that’s not love. Don’t get me wrong I’m extremely thankful for everything she’s done for him but-”. You couldn’t believe what you were hearing, you jaw almost dropped.

He continued, “Damon didn’t think he was good without Elena, and then you came into our lives. You helped him see what was truly there, it was like you brought the good out in him but rather you helped him want it for himself”.  Stefan was right, there was a difference there.

Stefan smiled, “Damon’s changed, he loves Elena…but not like how he used too”. You found yourself smiling, you’d always thought you’d really helped Damon and it felt good to hear someone else thought so too. Finally you spoke, “I really care about him Stefan, but how do I know he’s not just playing with my feelings”.

Now Stefan rolled his eyes, “Damon is testing you, I hate him for it but he is. He doesn’t really know how you feel, and he wants you to actually act on things, trust me”. He was scared to lose you, how did you not realize before.

His flirtations had increased but ultimately he never pushed the line. You started to process things, “Fuck…you’re right Stefan”. Stefan shook his head while looking up to the ceiling, almost as if he’d finally gotten the divine intervention he was hoping for. He placed his hands on your cheeks, “Finally (y/n) finally you actually realize the truth”.

You laughed at how excited he was but to be fair you had been in the dark about things for a long time. Stefan added, “Things are about to get interesting…you know Dean has always told me Damon wanted something more but I never believed him either”. When you’d said Dean it was like Stefan changed.

You raised an eyebrow and he explained, “Damon is insanely jealous of Dean I-”. You couldn’t help but laugh, Dean was family to you there were no feelings there. Stefan continued, “I know it’s funny to you but to Damon the guy is real competition”. That was still crazy to you, Dean was flirty by nature but that was it.

Stefan said, “Be careful tonight, jealous Damon-”. You cut him off, “Trust me Stefan, there’s nothing there and I’m not going to push Damon into doing anything, the balls in my court right?”. He nodded his head and you realized you needed to get ready.

Before leaving the room Stefan said one last thing to you, “My brother has a lot of sides to him, and jealously does weird things to him”. To you it seemed like Stefan was over reacting, you reassured him that you weren’t going to take advantage of your sudden realizations.

With that you went to your room, waiting for Damon to be done in the shower. You sat down on your bed checking your phone, Caroline had been blowing it up because of her excitement about tonight. You didn’t even hear the water shut off, or Damon start walking towards your room.

You only noticed when he stood there in only a towel, “The showers free”. Bringing your head up from your phone and finally taking in Damon you couldn’t help but bite your lip. Shirtless Damon was incredible, and you were suddenly very aware of the fact that he was only wearing a towel.

He grinned when he saw you staring, “Why don’t you take a picture (y/n) it will last longer”. Normally you would’ve blushed but you wanted to tease him right back. Getting up from your bed you made your way towards him, and he seemed surprised. You grabbed a towel off your desk chair and before passing him you whispered in his ear, “I’m just thinking of all the water we’re wasting taking individual showers…”.

You didn’t stay around to see his reaction, you knew he’d be a mixture of confused and aroused. Damon stood there his mouth agape, you never flirted back like that before. He walked towards his room, and for once he couldn’t get something you’d said out of his head.

It didn’t take you long to shower, you were too eager to actually start the night, before you knew it you were done. You went into your room and closed the door behind you, preparing to change. For tonight you decided on a simple yet sexy short black dress that also came with a thick black choker. To complete things you decided on black heels as well, they weren’t too tall.

For makeup you decided with a light pink smokey eye with cat eye, and a pink lip to match. You were scared you’d overdressed but Caroline sent a picture of her outfit and she was just as dolled up. Normally you only got dressed up like this on hunts and you knew it would be a big surprise for the Salvatores to see you like this.

Checking your phone you got a text from Sam that said they were outside, and you rushed downstairs to meet them. You passed both Stefan and Damon who were sitting in the living room, and they were completely shocked at how good you looked. You opened the door and hugged both brothers, they looked pretty good themselves.

They were their versions of dressed up, button downs and jeans. By this time the Salvatores had joined you in the hallway to see what the commotion was about. Dean took your hand and forced you to do a spin, “Damn princess you look good”. Remembering what Stefan had said you just laughed and said, “We all look nice”.

You felt Damon staring at you and when you looked at him you saw he really did look good; white v-neck, black jeans, and of course a leather jacket. Stefan was the first to say something, “Thank you for all the help too, it’s always good to have a different perspective”. The Winchesters assured them that they were just happy to help.

Damon was eager to leave but before he could open his mouth Dean spoke up, “So princess you wanna take shot gun in baby and direct us to the party?”. Damon confusingly said, “Baby?” causing you to laugh. You explained, “It’s the nickname of his car her full name would be; 1967 Black Chevy Impala”. Dean proudly looked at you, happy you remembered so much about his baby.

Damon wasn’t as impressed, “Nice car, little outdated don’t you think”. Stefan interrupted in order to stop a possible fight, “You know I love old cars I drive a 1963 Red Porsche 356B Karmann Coupe myself”. Dean nodded his head in approval, but you were dying to finally leave.

You smiled, “Okay so I’ll direct the boys and you two will follow behind?”. Everyone seemed in agreement and you all started towards the LockWood mansion. The second you got in the car Dean asked, “What is that guys problem?”.

You laughed and then proceed to explain everything to them both, happy about how things were for once. The first thing Dean said was, “Damn straight he should be jealous (y/n) you’re incredible”. Sam was just as happy, “I’m glad you finally know what you want (y/n), and that those feelings will be returned”. Before you knew it you were at Tyler’s house.

Getting out of the impala you waited as Stefan pulled up behind you, and then finally joined you. Together you all walked up to the door and you were greeted by a very excited Caroline. She couldn’t wait to hug you, “Oh my god (y/n)!!! You look so good, I’ve missed you!”.

Caroline was one of your best friends but the hunting lifestyle had separated you guys a little bit. You hugged her back, “I’ve missed you so much, you look as good as ever”. While hugging you she whispered in your ear, “Damon can’t take his eyes off of you”. You found yourself smiling remembering what you’d said to him.

Caroline addressed everyone, “Drinks are in the kitchen, I say we start there”. She linked her arm with yours and you both made your way towards the kitchen. You decided you’d only have enough to be lightly buzzed, but not drunk. Caroline started to pour everyone a shot wanting to get the night started.

Suddenly you felt someone behind you and it was Damon, “You look good (y/n), really good”. Turning around you smiled at him, “Was that an honest compliment I just heard, how much have you already had to drink?”. You got Damon to laugh which was one of your favorite sights, it normally didn’t happen often.

He had a full bottle of bourbon in his hand, “Nothing…yet”. Damon finished his sentence by taking a sip and you still felt like surprising him. You reached for the bottle, “Mind sharing?”. He shook his head and watched you take a long sip. While handing back the bottle he leaned in to whisper in your ear, “Those pretty lips of yours look so beautiful wrapped around something”.

You wanted to tease him right back so you whispered in his ear, “If only you could’ve felt how good that bourbon dripping down the back of my throat made me feel…”. This time you watched your words hit him, his pupils dilating further.

He opened his mouth to speak but you wanted to continue the game so you grabbed the bottle from him and began to walk away. You made your way to the dancefloor, bottle in hand. Starting to sway with the music you let the beat pulse through you body. Damon watched you, licking his lip, and you loved the attention.

Something had shifted inside of you, something about the way tonight felt made you extremely confident. You suddenly felt someone press against your backside, but it was Dean. You knew who it was the second they whispered, “Just helping with the game, princess”.

You knew Stefan had warned you about jealous Damon but part of you felt like it could be dangerously fun. You watched his expression change, when he noticed Dean he took a step towards you. Daringly you shook your head, allowing you hips to move with Deans. Your bodies moved as one to the beat but to reassure you he said, “It’s an act (y/n) I’m just making it look real”.

Taking another sip from the bottle you felt the alcohol warm your body up, making you feel ever better. Dean let his hands roam your body and you did you best to look like you enjoyed. Seeing Damon watching all of this sent a pang of need to your core. Dean’s lips were dangerously close to your neck and you wondered if he’d kiss you or not, but before he could Damon was there within a second.

He didn’t have to say anything, Dean kissed you on the cheek and then left you both alone. Still without saying anything Damon took your hand and lead you away from everyone. He lead you to Tyler’s dad’s office and you felt yourself melting with anticipation.

Damon opened the door, shut it behind him, and only spoke when he pressed you against it. His voice was low, “You didn’t listen (y/n) did you?”. You were trying to process things but the only thing you could focus on was the fact that Damon had you pressed against the door.

He forced your head up lightly with his hand by placing it under your chin, “And you’re not listening now…looks like you need to be taught a lesson”. You couldn’t help but laugh, which was the wrong move. Damon bit his lip while taking a step back, “So naive (y/n)…”.

You rolled your eyes, “You brought me up here Damon, we’re all alone, and now you back away from me? Do something”. Using his super speed he bent you over the desk, you were still facing him. With his thumb he dragged down your bottom lip, “All talk princess why don’t you do something?”.

Again hearing him use that word sent shivers down your spine, and made your heart race. He picked up on that, “It turns you on when I use little names for you huh (y/n), it’s always the good ones…”. Somehow you found the words, “You’re the one that whispers dirty things into my ear every chance you get”.

Damon laughed allowing his hand to trail down your body, “And I can only imagine how wet it makes you babygirl…bet it’s all you can think about until you have a chance to make yourself come undone”. Your breath hitched at his words and you bit your lip in order to hide a moan.

By this time both of his hands were on your hips, “I’m right aren’t I? How many times have you made that pretty little pussy of yours cum just thinking about what I’ve said to you?”. This time you let out a moan, this was all so much. One hand moved to lightly grasp your neck, “Answer me baby”.

Again somehow you found the words, “Too many times….”. An evil grin formed on Damon’s face, which reminded you that once again you were putty in his hands. You wanted to shift things, “Now how many times have you been thinking about teaching me a lesson? But yet here we are and you’re doing nothing…”.

Damon used his strength to turn you around quickly, your back to him. His lips were right below your ear, “Be careful what you wish for (y/n)”. After he spoke he kissed down your neck, stopping where it met your jaw. He lightly sucked that spot and you moaned again. His lips felt so good against your skin, better than you’d imagined.

He started to lift up your dress, exposing your ass. Damon then bent you down so your chest rested against the desktop. Before you could ask what he was doing he smacked your ass, “You shouldn’t have made me jealous baby”.

His slap made your skin tingle and you knew it was bad but you liked it, and you liked it even more when he rubbed where he’d previously spanked. You moaned again, and this drove him even crazier. Damon couldn’t believe that, “You like that (y/n)? Fuck you’re such a bad little girl”.

His words made you moan again you needed more, “Damon please-”. He cut you off by spreading your legs apart, bringing his face inches away from your ass. Damon kissed the red spot now forming on your ass, “You still need to be punished baby”.

Slowly he brought down your underwear, further exposing yourself. He placed a hand on both of your ass cheeks, “So fucking beautiful (y/n), so tight”. You were already soaked and he’d barely touched you, “Please I’ve learned my lesson”.

Damon laughed, “I haven’t even started yet and you’re dripping for me”. He brought his mouth even closer to your pussy, his hot breath teasing you even more. Spreading your ass he exposed your pussy, and he lightly kissed down your folds. With one hand he arched your back giving himself a better angle, “Fuck you look so good”.

You needed more, “I taste even better”. Another side of you was coming out and you couldn’t believe what you’d said. Damon threw his head back groaning at your words, he loved how dirty you were getting. With two fingers he spread your lips, giving better access to your clit.

Damon took you clit between his lips, sucking deeply. He let go to flick it quickly with his tongue sending shivers down your spine. He grinned, “So sensitive baby girl”. He sucked on your clit again, but not for long. Turning your head around you looked to see why he’d stopped but he just stood there smirking.

He turned your body around again so this time you faced him, and he lifted you up placing you on the desk. Damon placed his hands on the backs of your knees and brought your body closer to his, “You look so beautiful when you’re so desperate for me”.

Damon looked you up and down shaking his head, “You’re still wearing too much..”. Taking the hint you pulled your dress over your head, and to show him you were serious you also took off your bra. The cold air caused your nipples to harden, and goosebumps to form all over your skin.

He smirked, “I can help with that” lowering his head to take your left nipple in his mouth. Damon circled around your nipple before lightly biting it and you loved it, “That feels so fucking good”. This encouraged him and he started to tweak your other nipple with his free hand. Your whole body felt so sensitive and his touches lit you on fire.

Damon moved his mouth from your nipple to the place inbetween both your breasts, and he started to kiss up your chest. He was purposely leaving hickies all over you in order to let everyone know you were his. His face was now inches away from yours, “I’ve been waiting so long to do this”.

Damon placed one hand on your cheek as he finally leaned in and kissed you. It felt like your entire body was on fire and his lips on yours was the first spark. Your mouths moved together, tongues and all. The kiss had ignited something inside the both of you, and you were both more needy now.

His clothes were off in about a minute, and he picked you up again. This time he moved you both to the couch as he fell back, you on his lap. The kissing intensified and your hands roamed each others bodies, needing more. As Damon started to kiss your neck again you felt his extremely hard member pressing against you.

You couldn’t help but make a joke, “Is that a stake in your pocket or are you just happy to see me?”. Surprisingly you felt Damon smile against your skin, and you didn’t know that would feel as good as it did. His voice was low, “That was funny but the only thing I want coming out of your mouth is my name”.

You took that as an opportunity to take his member in your hand and move it towards your entrance. Damon put his hands on your hips lifting your body up and you positioned him inside you. Moaning you sank down onto him, and he threw his head back. It felt incredibly good for the both of you.

Still his hands were on your hips and he started to guide you; forwards, backwards. You needed more so you started to slowly bounce up and down. Damon was moaning, “Fuck you’re perfect (y/n), so perfect”. You leaned forward while bouncing and he took your breast in his mouth again, giving you even more pleasure.

Damon’s tongue felt so good against your sensitive skin, “Oh fuck-I’m so”. Surprising you Damon lifted your body and turn you so your back pressed against his chest. Damon positioned himself inside of you again, but he kept his hand at your entrance.

You picked up rhythm again and Damon did the same, except now he used his super speed to massage your clit. It was like nothing you’d ever felt before and you knew you were close, but Damon was too. Damon kept saying the dirtiest things he could think of into your ear, “You gonna let that pretty pussy cum all over my cock baby?”.

With all the pleasure you were feeling the only thing you could do was nod your head, but he wanted more. Damon wanted to hear you say it, “Who’s fucking that tight pussy, who’s making you feel so good?”. The amount of pleasure you were feeling overtook your body, you were losing control.

It took everything in you to say, “You are Damon, you are”. Somehow Damon’s hand moved faster, his thrusts deeper. That was what he wanted, “Say it again (y/n), louder”. You said his name again and this time he groaned animalistically. He spoke again, “You’re close baby, I am too…cum with me”.

You nodded your head but Damon wanted more. His free hand wrapped lightly around your throat, “I said fucking cum baby, let everyone know who’s making you cum”. His grip on your neck made it a little harder to breath, and this intensified everything.

Between his cock hitting your g-spot and his hand massaging your clit you couldn’t hold it in anymore. You felt your walls tighten around him and you felt him twitch inside you, that was it. The knot in your stomach finally released and as you close your eyes you screamed out his name. Damon was right there with you, moaning and panting.

As your orgasm washed over your body you felt Damon release inside of you, and the feeling of being filled up turned you on further. You both became lost in the moment, all you could do was scream out each others names. Finally you began to gain control again, and you were left panting.

Slowly you lifted yourself off of Damon and turned around to face him. Damon looked so happy, the look of pure ecstasy on his face. He lifted your chin up and stared deeply into your eyes. That was all he did for a moment, just sitting there taking you in while catching his breath.

You felt yourself smiling too, the moment too perfect. Finally he slowly kissed you again, this time it was a different type of needy. It was like Damon wanted to remember this for the rest of his life, so he went slow in order not to miss anything. When the kiss was over he placed a hand on your cheek again, “I’m in love with you (y/n)”. You felt the butterflies in your stomach again as happiness washed over you.

You took his face in both hands, “I love you too Damon, I’m so lucky to have you”. He shook his head, “I’m the lucky one (y/n), and I’m never going to lose you”. He kissed you again and then laid you down on the couch. Damon pulled the blanket from the other end of the couch over you both.

You cuddled into him, resting your head on his chest. He ran his hands through you hair, “In my 100+ years on this earth (y/n) I’ve never felt something like I feel for you”. Damon kissed your forehead and you felt at peace with the world. Nothing could top how you both felt in this moment.

  Checking your phone you noticed you’d gotten texts from; Caroline, Dean and Stefan. Carolines read, “ See you went off with Damon….FINALLY”. You smiled reading it and then read Dean’s, “Hope my flirting with you didn’t cause any problems, tell me what happened tomorrow princess” which also made you smile. Finally you read Stefan’s, “I didn’t need super hearing to hear what just happened….don’t know whether to be proud or grossed out…”. Laughing you realized how loud you and Damon had been, but you didn’t care for once you were truly happy.