I don’t even know what to think about that finale. It used to be when people asked me who my favorite character was I couldn’t decide between Crowley and Lucifer. Now I know my answer and it was cemented in when I watched him die. I do still love Lucifer but Crowley is my absolute favorite. When Crowley told Sam that a life was needed to finish the spell I knew what was going to happen but that didn’t prepare me for it. Also I have no words for how I felt when I saw Dean’s reaction as Castiel died.
Imagine you and Chris sending out ‘Save the Date’ cards.
A/N: Epilogue 😊 And don’t worry, no break needed this time. Chapter 5 is being written as we speak, and I cannot wait to share it with all of you. ❤️❤️❤️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; ‘Miss Graduate’: Part 1/Part 2A/2B/2C/Part 3/Part 4/Part 5A/5B/5C)
Sunday was spent writing 'Save the Date’ cards at the Gucci headquarters. Why at the Gucci headquarters? Well, Gucci and their visual design team kindly offered to design your 'Save the Date’ cards seeing as you were marrying one of their spokespeople. They even offered to do the wedding invitations, except that task had already been snatched up by Kevin Feigi who was pulling some major strings with Disney so the two of you could have a Disney themed invite.
You’d discussed having a full blown themed wedding, but decided against it after looking at themed weddings on Pinterest. Classy and elegant with subtle hints- like a classic white and gold wedding invitation that had Mickey and Minnie’s silhouettes as a watermark, and the Disney castle in gold glitter on the header. That was more your speed, and anything you liked- Chris loved; he just wanted to marry you. As much as you both liked Disney, you both were in agreement when it came to not wanting the best day of your life to look like a children’s birthday party.
Your wedding was to happen on the 28th of September as the two of you met on the 28th of February. You joked saying you picked the twenty-eighth so Chris could “have an easier time remembering our anniversaries.” His response “I could never forget the best days of my life” rendered you speechless, leaving you to do the only thing you could when he bested you; kiss him.
“Thank you so much, Adriana,” you squeezed her hand. Adrianna was the head of the design team and the one that came up with the elegant black and gold 'Save the Date’ cards; 'Save the Date: 28th of September - Chris Evans and Y/N Y/L/N are tying the knot’ written in breathtaking calligraphy. “We can’t thank you and your team enough. Aren’t they beautiful, Chris?” You held up a card for him to see, chuckling when you saw him lost in his thoughts.
It didn’t look like there was anything negative on his mind, after all there was nothing to complain or worry about- he’d everything he’d ever wanted. You’d finally agreed to end the long engagement and was starting to plan the wedding with him. You’d also met with Emilia and had a discussion about your future in Hollywood if you were to write your love story.
Emilia had given you a rundown at the meeting, explaining that it would be at least three years of focus on one piece. First you had to write the script, until you did that- there was nothing to proceed with. But once you had your piece, you could start pitching; you could decide on a production company, and find the right director to tell your story. After that, the company you signed with would sort out the copyright, movie rights, and other legal issues before you moved on to the financial budgeting, location scouting, and casting. There was a ton to do, but like Emilia reminded you before you left her office, “the script is the most important thing. We cannot start the process if you don’t write the script. Whether or not you choose to sell your story to Sony Pictures, I urge you to start writing. This could be the next big thing, the last thing you want is for someone to swipe it from you.” When she said that, the angst built in the pit of your stomach.
That had always been a concern, it’d been a concern for you since you started posting on Tumblr. You were always worried about someone stealing your ideas and stories, sometimes it’d even keep you up at night. There were times where you’d find other writers posting scarily similar stories to yours, forcing you to consider shutting down your Tumblr to protect your intellectual material. Then Chris would sit you down and remind you that “people can steal your ideas, but they can’t steal your talent.” So though Emilia words worried you, you knew Chris was right. You could wait a little while, get through the wedding and the honeymoon first then get to work when January rolled around. You already had Emilia’s attention and promise that she’d have you in whenever you’d finished writing.
The thing you didn’t tell Emilia, or Chris- for obvious reasons- was you’d already written the story. It wasn’t in script form, but it was done and ready to be turned into a script. You were a writer, you wrote about everything so the story began the second you met Chris. You may not have always shared what you wrote with people, but you wrote about everything- all your experiences; the good, the bad, and the wonderful. You kept it a secret because you wanted to marry Chris first, you knew if you told him- he’d put you and your dreams first, rushing everything else so you could get to work as soon as possible. But you didn’t want to rush your wedding or your honeymoon, you didn’t want to rush what was most important to you: Chris.
He tapped the blank card and gold pen in his right hand, and his left clenched fist, against the table’s glass surface as he continued to lose himself in his thoughtless daydream. It wasn’t until you waved a hand that he snapped out of it and gave you one of his adorable smiles. You found yourself smiling too as you held up the card to which he nodded at with the same smile, “that looks awesome. Sorry,” he chuckled, releasing card and pen from his grip. “I’m just thinking.”
“About what?” You asked, leaving Adriana and her team to continue their work to walk over to Chris. He wheeled his chair back, patting his lap; you shook your head because you were surrounded by people and not in the privacy of your own home. “Is everything okay?” You quizzed, taking the empty chair next to him.
“Everything’s perfect,” he assured you, taking your hands. “I’m just daydreaming, nothing important’s running through this chunk of wood.” He knocked on his head and you giggled, squeezing his hands. “I don’t know, I think I’m just daydreaming about our wedding. I mean- it’s in three months, that’s insane.”
“It is,” you nodded, smiling. “And it’s weird, 'cause just a few days ago when we discussed getting married- I felt so blindsided. But now, I’m okay. I’m ready to do this, like- I want to get married and play house with you,” you joked and he laughed. “Speaking of house, are we thinking of moving back to Boston after we get married or are we going to stay here?”
“I think we focus on the now first,” he answered. “Let’s just get through the wedding and go enjoy our honeymoon, then when we come back- we’ll sort out everything else. We don’t know where your upcoming job is going to need you, I think we make a decision based on that.” You nodded with pursed lips, feeling guilty about lying about the status of your story. “What’s wrong?”
“If I tell you something, will you promise not to react the way you want to?”
“I can’t promise you anything if I don’t know what you’re talking about, sweetheart.”
“You got me there,” you chuckled softly and he nodded, smiling. “I just- It’s not a big deal, so don’t freak out when I tell you that I actually…” You trailed off, then mumbled under your breath, “finished writing the story already.”
“What?” He frowned. “What do you mean you’re finished?”
“I wrote about us in real time, Chris,” you explained. “Whatever happened, I wrote as it happened. But I didn’t write with an intention to do anything about it, it was just for us. I don’t know, maybe even for our future children.” He ran a thumb over his bottom lip as he pondered for an appropriate reaction. “I didn’t tell you because I didn’t want to feel like we had to rush things. I know you want this for me, but I want you more. I could never do anything that would jeopardize my time with you just to become a famous screenwriter.”
“So what you’re saying is you went behind my back instead, lying 'cause you felt like you had a better perspective of what we needed as a couple.” He raised a brow, trying not to smile; you nodded sheepishly. The two of you really were too similar. “Oh sweetheart,” he chuckled and hugged you. “I made the right choice marrying you.”
“I made the right choice marrying you too,” you smiled, kissing his cheek as he pulled away. “Emilia said she’d meet with me whenever I’m done, and I am- I’ve only got to convert it into script form. As soon as we return from our honeymoon, I’ll do that and I’ll go meet with her and start walking the path you so selflessly found for me.”
“Sounds like a plan, my future Mrs. Evans.” His smile reached his eyes when he said 'Mrs. Evans’. You chuckled, baring your perfect teeth as you grinned. “A perfect plan,” he leaned forward and pressed his lips against your forehead.
You ran down the bunker stairs, letting Gabriel park your car. You bolted into the library, accidentally running into Castiel on your way into the library.
Castiel grabbed onto your wrists tightly before you could fall backwards. He quickly pulled you forward without thinking. It all happened so fast. Castiel had forgotten what it was like to hold you this close.
“Sorry for bumping into you Cas,” you apologized, taking a step back from the angel. You ran a hand through your hair, looking to your right. You were getting odd looks from Lucifer, Sam, and Dean. Speaking of Sam and Dean, they looked awful. You rushed over to your brothers assessing their wounds. “What the hell happened?” You didn’t let them refuse your help either. Your hands glowed as you pressed them against Sam and Dean’s forehead.
Note: For those asking about the masterlist and why the newer parts are missing, I tried to update it today. But for some reason my says the website can’t be accessed, so I’m not sure what’s going in there. If you can’t find any of the parts just message me and I’ll be happy to send you a link to them. Its currently 4:30am, but I finally have this chapter done!
“With time, one has encountered many of the monsters, and one is increasingly less terrified of those still to be met.” - Kay Redfield Jamison
When you woke back up it was morning, you could tell by the sun coming in on you like it usually did.
It was comforting to wake up and be back at the sanctuary, for a moment yesterday you had thought that maybe it was just a dream and you were still stuck with Randy.
But you weren’t, you were safe back where you belonged, and that was with Negan.
You turned over to him slowly, being mindful of your leg, it was still in a lot of pain.
He had a hand on your leg and you smiled to yourself.
He always seemed to sleep with a hand on you, you guessed it was to make sure you didn’t go anywhere and more so now, after the shit that has happened.
You looked at him sleeping, he always looked so sweet amd harmless when he was sleeping.
You didn’t care if he woke up, you drug yourself over to him, wincing as your stitches scraped the bed, but once you made it over closer to him, you wrapped an arm around his waist and laid your head on his bare chest.
Feeling the warmth of his skin on yours was the best feeling.
“Darlin’ you still fuckin’ terrible at being sneaky.” He said in a raspy tone, his eyes still closed.
You closed your eyes and yawned, “I don’t care. After everything, just give me 5 minutes of laying on you.”
He smirked amd opened his eyes to look down at you, “I’ll give you 2 fuckin’ minutes, doll. I’ve got to get up soon.”
“What’s going on today?” You asked.
“The fuckin’ usual, darlin’.”
“What about me?” You opened your eyes back up.
“Depends on whether or not you can fuckin’ put weight on that leg, babydoll.” He said, pointing to it.
“What happened to not leaving me alone?” You asked, raising an eyebrow.
“I didn’t say I wouldn’t drag your ass around with me. Just don’t fuckin’ pester me, please.” He said, biting his lip.
You rolled your eyes, “I wont. Jesus.”
“Do you wanna try to walk? The doc will probably wanna fuckin’ check up on you today anyway.”
“Sure.” You said lifting yourself off of his chest to sit up, you pulled the cover off of yourself.
You noticed that you were only in your undergarments.
You smirked and looked over to Negan, “Well, I see you didn’t bother to put clothes on me.”
He licked his lips and looked back to you, “Yeah well, you were in the fuckin’ bed the whole time, so that would have been pointless, darlin’. Besides, this way I can stare at your tits whenever I want.”
“Mmm, there’s that Negan charm.” You smiled.
“And there’s that fuckin’ attitude.” He said, running a hand over the stubble on his face as he got off the bed, he went over to one of the dressers to grab some clothes for himself.
You smirked, you had missed the playful back of forths that you two often shared.
After he was done dressing himself he brought over some clothes to you, “I got these from your room.” He said setting them on the bed.
You carefully pulled the I.V. out of your arm and almost made yourself dizzy as you watched the needle pulling out of your skin, a stab you could take, but something about a needle made you want to puke.
You dressed yourself, getting the shirt on easily, but once you threw your legs over the edge of the bed it became apparent that walking would be a problem, moving your injured leg felt like everything was ripping inside of it.
You winced as you grabbed the pants, putting one leg in easy, but when you tried to bring the other leg up, you couldn’t.
“Holy shit.” You sucked in a breathe.
“Slow the fuck down, darlin’.” Negan said, grabbing ahold of your shoulders.
“I’ve got it.” You answered back fast.
“No, you obviously fuckin’ don’t.” He said, pulling you up to a standing position
Standing on the leg felt like hell, but you thought if you could ignore the pain you’d be okay.
Negan knelt down in front of you as you held on to his shoulders for stability.
He held onto the pants as you slowly lifted the injured leg into them. He pulled them up slowly on you.
You watched as he stared at the curvature of your body as he did so.
You rolled your eyes slightly, he always had a lustful eye, no matter what.
He got them up onto your hips and buttoned them, after he was done, he looked up to you.
You had to admit, him taking care of you was sort of a turn on.
“I’m usually taking the fuckin’ pants off of you, not putting them on.” He said, running his hands up your legs to grab your ass.
“Quite a difference.” You laughed softly.
He nodded and stood back up, “Can you walk?”
You shot him a nervous look and he grabbed onto your shoulder again to keep you steady.
You took a step forward and while you didn’t fall, it hurt to put weight on your leg, making you limp.
You tried taking a few more steps, but could already feel the sweat breaking through at the strain.
“Fuck!” You growled out, lowering your head.
Negan kept his hand gripped around your shoulder, “Calm down, darlin’.”
“How am I supposed to get around Negan?” You whined back.
He sighed and pushed you back down on the bed gently and rolled his eyes while he grabbed his jacket off the coat rack to put it on.
“Guess you need a fuckin’ wheelchair.” He said crossing his arms.
You shook your head quickly, “Fuck no. I’ll throw myself down the stairs first.”
He let out a sigh, “Yeah, I kinda fuckin’ figured that would be the answer, but we gotta fuckin’ go. Ive got shit to do and you need to see Michael’s.”
You looked at him confused and raised your hands.
He pulled you back up off the bed and knelt down again, grabbing you by the legs before throwing you over his shoulder.
“Oh Jesus.” You said, running a hand through your hair.
“Darlin’, if you don’t stop the fuckin’ whining I’ll have to drag you out by your feet.” He chucked as he walked over to the desk and picked up Lucille, handing her over his shoulder to you, “Here. Hold Lucille, because you’re in her fuckin’ spot.”
You grabbed the wooden bat and gripped it tightly as Negan excited the room with you on his shoulder, you looked at the bullet hole that was nestled between the barbed wire, remembering how close it came to hitting Negan, still thinking about it made you clenched your teeth.
“Try not to fuckin’ crack me over the head with her.” He chuckled playfully, but he was also serious.
You turned your head to him, “I won’t have to as long as you don’t throw me down the damn stairs.”
He chuckled again and gave you a firm slap on your ass, gripping it, “Don’t fuckin’ test me, darlin’.”
He carried you down to the infirmary and on the way, you were both met with a lot of nervous stares as everyone saw Negan carrying you over his shoulder, they kneeled as Negan passed by and looked at you holding Lucille in your hands.
“I don’t know why you fucks are staring at my wife so goddamn hard.” Negan said, looking to everyone on their knees, “Get the fuck up and get back to work.”
Everyone did as Negan said and got back to their feet and went about their own business.
Once you got into the infirmary, Negan pulled you off his shoulder and sat you down in a chair near Arat’s bed.
Arat was awake and sitting up in her bed with a hefty amount of bandages around her chest.
Her mouth dropped as she saw you.
“Thank God, you’re alive.” She said in a relieved tone, looking at you.
“Jesus, you too.” You said back, locking eyes with her.
Negan rolled his eyes and snapped his fingers at you, you turned to him and already knew what he wanted and handed Lucille back to him.
He propped her on the spot on his shoulder where you had been.
He licked his lips and looked to both of you, “Not to interrupt your little fuckin’ reunion, but I’m gonna go check shit out and pay a goddamn visit to our guest.”
“Make sure to send him my fucking love then.” You said back with a grimace.
Negan nodded, “Save that shit for when the time comes, darlin’.” He said as he walked out of the room.
You looked back to Arat and you both sat in silence for a moment, neither of you not really knowing what to say.
“So, why is he carrying you around?” She finally asked, laying back on the bed.
“I got stabbed in the leg, it’s hard for me to walk right now.” You said back, shrugging.
She nodded back, and pointed to her bandaged chest, “Could be worse.”
“Yeah, I know. I’m glad you’re okay. I thought you were dead” You said back sympathetically.
“I’m glad you are too. I was worried you wouldnt be alive either.. You know he’s never gonna let us go out alone again.”
“Yeah, I know. But atleast Randy is caught.” You said back in a relived tone.
“Good thing too. Everyone thought Negan was gonna go on a killing spree. I’ve never seen him that angry.” She said with a nervous look.
“So I’ve heard. I was honestly surprised to hear he had that sort of reaction.”
She smiled, “You’re definitely his favorite, (Y/N).”
“You think so?” You asked, laying your head back on the chair.
“I do. How are you holding up?” She asked.
“I’m okay. It feels good to be back, that I can say with no doubt.”
“And in the emotional department? That talk we had.” She asked curiously.
You smirked and blinked, “I haven’t thought about it a whole lot. I mean, he saved my life, so he has some level of caring for me and maybe that’s enough. I’m not pushing the subject to anymore, or not right now atleast. Like I said, I’m just glad to be back.”
“Glad to hear it.”
“When are you getting out of here?” You asked, looking at her bandages again.
She sighed, “Couple more days atleast probably. I fucking hate it, I need a gun in my hand.”
You nodded, “Yeah, I know what you mean.”
Dr. Michael’s finally came back into the room after a while and glanced over to see you sitting in the chair.
“(Y/N). Did Negan bring you down?” He asked.
“Yeah, he did.” You answered back, looking to him.
He walked over to you and pulled up a chair, “I was about to come up to check on you.”
“Well, I needed to get out of the room. Bed rest isn’t something I’m very excited about.”
He nodded, “I can understand. How are you feeling?”
“I feel fine. I’m just pissed that I can’t walk.” You said back, sucking your teeth.
He took out a small flashlight to shine into both of your eyes, checking your responses, “The pain should subside after another day or two. It was a deep wound, but it hit nothing vital. You were lucky - both of you were lucky.” He said glancing over to Arat as well.
“Is it possible to brush the pain off and just walk?” You asked him.
Dr. Michael’s looked at you and raised an eyebrow, “Well… Yes, It’s possible, but you don’t want to stress the wound.”
“Would small steps help then?” You said, knowing you sounded like a smart ass.
He cleared his throat, “You can do some walking, if you can bear the pain. But I wouldn’t recommend being up all day.”
“She’s a fuckin’ stubborn one doc.” Negan’s voice came from behind you.
“Sir.” Dr. Michael’s said in a respectful tone.
You turned to see Negan was standing in the doorway, Lucille in hand.
He gave a nod to the doctor and walked into the room and leaned against the sink as he watched over you.
You looked over to him and he gave you a smile, biting his lip.
You couldn’t help but to smile back at him.
The doctor got up from the chair and walked over to a cabinet and pulled out a small bottle and walked back over to you, handing you two pills.
You looked at them curiously.
“These are aspirin. We don’t have any prescriptions here. They are rare to come by, these will help with your pain, but not all of it.”
You nodded and put them in your mouth, dry swallowing them.
“Great, we’ll have thebboys look fornhigh grade fuckin” painkillers. Are we fuckin’ done here?“ Negan asked, swinging Lucille around.
The doctor turned to him and nodded, "Yes, sir. Everything looks just fine.”
Negan smiled and gave him a hard slap on the shoulder, “Thanks doc. Nice goddamn work.”
“Thank you, sir.” The doctor winced at the rather hard slap Negan had given him.
Negan walked over to the door, keeping his eyes on you.
You got up from the chair slowly, trying to ignore the pain as you stood.
You were determined to walk and you pushed the pain out of your mind.
Negan grabbed onto your shoulder and helped you out of the doorway, “C'mon babydoll, you gotta pick up the fuckin’ pace if you’re gonna walk.”
“I’m trying.” You said taking in a breathe as you put all your weight on your leg.
It hurt, but you’d get used to it eventually.
“Well- look- at- you- you’re just a damn badass 24/7.” Negan chuckled as he stood there looking at you.
“I don’t have time to be weak.” You said bluntly, brushing your hair out of your face.
“Goddamn, that’s the kind of shit that gets my dick hard.” He smirked as he leaned back, licking his lips.
“It just the truth.” You said with a smile.
“And that’s why you’re my fuckin’ girl babydoll.” He said throwing a free arm around your shoulder.
You bit your lip, you never got tired of hearing him say that.
“Where are we going now?” You asked.
He looked at you, then to the door leading out of the building, “Well, since you’re really gonna do this fuckin’ walking thing, why don’t we visit our fuckin’ friend?”
“I thought you just went in there to see him?” You asked, raising an eyebrow.
“I did. But I’m getting fuckin’ tired of him taking up my airspace.” He said, furrowing his brows.
You smiled and nodded, “Then let’s do this. But I’ll admit, I’m jealous that you’re gonna be the only one getting a shot at him.”
He bit his lip, “Darlin’, I never said I was gonna kill him right away.” He said with a dark smile.
A/N: Expect smut in the next part and finally knowing what happened that drunken Monday night (; Also, this is kind of long because I didn’t want to leave you guys waiting any longer than I already have. Hence the typos that are bound to be there as well. love ya babez.
“Hey, Y/N.” Scott greeted me as I entered the copy room.
It was Thursday afternoon and up to this point it had been next to impossible to get Scott alone. He was either wrapped around Kira or stuck to Stiles. Whom I’ve also not seen a lot of. Stiles was uncharacteristically quiet at his desk too. Normally, he’d add a smartass comment or unwanted opinions in conversation with the girls. But since our little…um…accident, he’s barely utter a single word to anyone but Scott. No matter how hard I try I can not remember a thing from that night. I racked my brain over and over trying to call to mind what happened that night but it’s all just blank. And after being ignore and deprive of vital information, I decided that the only way to get what I wanted is through an aggressive approach.
“Hey!” I replied to Scott as I walked to the copier next to him with my papers. I regarded him coolly wanting no diversions from my mission.
He smiled at me warmly but I wasn’t in the mood for pleasantries. I wanted answers, and I wanted them now. But I also need to play this smart, or I could have him retreating. So I took an easy route.
“How’s Kira?” I asked casually.
Scott looked at me feigning bemusement, but I gave him a knowing glance.
“She’s fine.” He said finally with a shy smile. His tan face turning a rosy hue.
I giggled softly shacking my head. I don’t understand why the two of them pretend that no ones knows they’re together.
“Today’s you’re date with Isaac, right?” He quizzed, and I knew he was eager to change the subject.
“Mmhmm.” I hummed as I set my papers on to the machine and pressed the start button. A second later they began sliding through the copier, their replicas launched out and resting on the tray to the side.
“That’s cool. Where you guys going?” He’d just put another stack of papers into his copier.
“Not sure. He wants it to be a surprise.” I rolled my eyes but I couldn’t suppress my grin.
“I’ll bet he does.” Scott said snidely.
“What’s that suppose to mean?” I questioned as I eyed him.
“Nothing, Isaac’s a great guy.” But somethings about Scott’s tone made it seem he was telling a joke I didn’t get.
I was getting frustrated, we were seriously getting away from the real reason I was here.
“Scott, I need to ask you something.” This caught his attention away from his copying and he searched my face for some indication on my mood. I gave nothing away.
“Okay…?” He said cautiously.
I took a deep breath.
“So, I know you picked Stiles up from my house the other day…” I began.
He looked at me like he wanted to say something. To lie maybe. He open his mouth and then, wisely, shut it.
“I know you guys are best friends and all, but you’re the only person other than Stiles that knows exactly what happened that night.”
At my words, his brow furrows and his lips settled into a hard thin line. His reaction is…unexpected. It’s a mixture between disapproval and confusion with a dash of disbelief.
“What are you asking me?” He inquired although I sensed he already knows the answer. After a moment of silence, I realised he was going to make me say it.
“What did Stiles say happened Monday?” I diverted my eyes away from him, unable to meet his gaze.
“You don’t remember?” His tone is incredulous.
I shook my head. “No, I-”
The copy room door opens behind us and of course of all the people in the entire office building that could’ve walk in at that moment, it had to be Stiles Fucking Stilinski.
I blushed grabbing papers from the cooling rack and bustled out of room, Stiles stepping aside to let me pass. Once out the door, I turned and pressed my back against the wall next to the place in which I’d just fled. Was I ever going to know the mistake, or mistakes, I’d made on my one night in a drunken stupor.
“What the hell was that all about?” Stiles asked his tone a little more than a whisper. My eyes widened and I held my breath. Not wanting them to know I was still there.
“Dude, you’re not going to believe this…” Scott said almost confounded.
I couldn’t see their faces, but I assumed Stiles gave Scott one of his famous “let’s hear it” faces and probably a gesture or two.
“She doesn’t remember.” Scott scoffed in complete amazement.
“Doesn’t remember what?”
“Any of it. She was trying to talk me into telling her what happened.”
It was quiet for a beat and I caught the sound of Stiles exhaling deeply. I could imagine him running his hand through his wild hair, with the other hand perched on his hip. After another moment of silence, I feared I might get caught ease dropping so I scurried back to my desk. I began working with only more questions, and no closer to any answers.
“Lydia!” I implored her. “Please just pick one.”
Lydia rolled her eyes and stood from her perch on my bed. She looked over the outfits I held in either of my hands on hangers.
“Let’s see, plain jane jeans with a frilly white top and chucks or an outdated aline skirt with a frumpy sweater. Both of these suck.”
I groan. “Lydia, please. Can’t you just be a little bit of helpful?”
“I thought you never ask!” She beamed and pushed me aside, making me stumble to the right, out of her way and she sifted through my closet.
“Last season, ew last year.” She counted off the reason all of my clothes weren’t suitable for wearing one by one until she stopped.
“This.” She pulled a plain black v-neck of the hanger and held it up to me.
“That? Really?” I asked not really believing she was serious.
“And…” She walked over to my chest of drawers and rummaged through for a second.
“These!” She produced a pair of black skinny jeans with a hole in the left knee.
“Lydia I don’t think..”
“Black is sophisticated, elegant, and sexy. Besides you don’t know where you’re going. So a skirt my be over dressed and honestly the frilly shirt is just god awful.”
I ignored her jab, taking the items from her and looking them over. She looks at me with anticipation, her eyes big and green.
“Sexy, huh?” I said holding the shirt to my torso with a smirk.
Lydia squeal and hugged me tightly. “Now let’s do something with this hair.”
“My hair?” I wined with a slight fear to my words as the strawberry blonde pushed me to the vanity.
By the time Isaac texted me to say he was outside, Lydia had thoroughly done me up. My dark hair was curled into loose waves and my eyes lined with black. I hated to admit it but I looked…hot.
I grabbed my purse and house keys off my kitchen table before heading out. I turned to lock the door behind me. When I swivelled back around, Isaac was leaning up against his black Camaro with his arms folded. He wore a seductive smirk on his face and I took the short walk to him, to admire how handsome he really was. He was tall and lean, with light hair and captivating eyes.
“You didn’t get all dressed up for me?” He asked a little smug.
“Why? Are we going somewhere nice? I can change.” I asked now worried Lydia’s choice was wrong.
“No, no. You just look hot.” He chuckled.
His bold comment caught me off guard.
“Oh, thanks.” I said awkwardly tucking my hair behind my ear dipping my head averting my eyes from his.
I dreamily walked to my side of the car, anxious for what lie in wait for the night, and got in.
His surprise date was just to the movie theatre.
Not dinner and movie.
Not hanging out watching movies.
A completely public, non-intimate, movie.
And on top of that, it was some gory scary movie.
I hate scary movies. Our conversation in the car oozed chemistry. We had so much in common and, although he wasn’t very witty, he was funny. And after all that, the fucker takes me to the movies. I don’t know why I was so mad. Maybe because I’d hyped myself up for some elaborately planned out date with hearts and flowers, and I was getting an extra butter popcorn with a box of Mike and Ike’s.
I hate Mike and Ike’s.
As we stood in line waiting for the girl behind the counter to provide us with our goods, I heard a familiar laugh behind us. I glanced over my shoulder and saw Kira walking in. I brighten immediately at the sight of her.
“Hey, I’ll be right back. My friend is over there!” I told Isaac not even giving him a chance to respond as I rushed towards her. She hadn’t spotted me yet, so I waved my hands to grab her attention.
“Kira!” I shouted.
“Y/N!” She shouted back with the same amount of excitement.
We collide hard when I embraced her.
“I’m so glad to see you.” I sound relieved, and I am. “What are you doing here?”
“I’m here with Scott…as friends.” She added quickly.
I rolled my eyes as we detached from each other.
“Where is he at? Hiding?” I tease.
She blushes and jabs a thumb over her shoulder in the direction of him. I looked and see him just as he walked through the doors.
“Y/N” Scott hollered with glee and engulfs me in one of his famous bear hugs. Something about his reaction to seeing me startles me. He didn’t even seem surprised to see. Like he’d expected me to be there.
“Hey Scotty,” I chuckled patting his back.
“What are you doing here?” He asked releasing me from his tight grip.
I furrowed my brow, he knew very well what I would be doing here.
“My date…with Isaac?” I said still a little baffled.
“Ohhhh! Was that tonight?” He ask with a theatric attempt at confusion.
What was he playing at? I look at Kira for some answers, but she only shrugged and shook her head equally as confused. From behind the pair I could see a familiar mess of hair and looked beyond them to the new comer to theatre. Stiles strode in with a certain skinny, dark haired, big boobed girl at his side. I felt my face turn hot. What she doing here? What is he doing here…with her? I mean, I didn’t care obviously but the possibility that this was all a coincidence seemed highly improbable. I suddenly had the overwhelming feeling that this was all planned. But as I watched Stiles snake his arm around the girl who I’ve come to know as, Brielle, and join the group; a sickening feeling washed over me that I couldn’t explain. I looked down at my knotted fingers to avoid them.
“Hey, Y/N.” Stiles greeted me with a soft voice taking me aback.
I hadn’t expected anything from him let alone a hello. Hell he hasn’t even talked to me since Tuesday, and here he was all brown eyed and bushy tailed regarding me with a smile.
“Y/N, are we going this or what?” Isaac asked appearing next me popcorn in hand. Stiles smile fell and he narrowed his momentarily at Isaac. In the same moment, it reverted back to a, if not hasty, smile.
“Hey man,” Stiles said to Isaac. “Thanks again for inviting us!”
My head snapped to the boy standing next to me.
“You invited them?” I hissed.
This date was just getting worse and worse. This was suppose to be a romantic evening and it’s turned into a double, excuse me, triple date.
“What?” He shrugged unapologetically shoving a few pieces of popcorn in his mouth.
I took another look at Big Boob Brielle then to Stiles and rolled my eyes.
“Let’s just go, the movies about to start.” I mumble and pushed past him.
I made sure to sit in a row that was too full so the others would have to find somewhere else to sit. I was determined to get this date back on track. I liked Isaac, though I knew little about him and I wasn’t going to let Stupid Stilinski muck it up. Unfortunately for me, I could see the foursome from where I sat with my own date. Though I refrained from acknowledging them. They would not ruin this for me!
A sort of scary part played out on screen and I strategically grabbed Isaac’s arm, feigning the poor damsel in distress. He look down at me and I up at him gazing in his eyes, willing him to kiss me with my mind. He smiled then glanced down at my hand and back at me.
“You okay now?” He whispered and a wave of embarrassment washes over me. I withdraw my hand and sink into my seat. It was very clear now. This most certainly was not a date. When he said he wanted to show me around town, he meant it literally. He was being friendly not flirty, and I’d been stupid enough to mistake one for the other. Is this what my friends meant by be careful? Or was I just not his type? I snuck a peek up at him threw my lashes. He was totally fixated on the movie. I groan and without really thinking about it, glanced at my friends. They weren’t far from us, and I could perfectly see the back of their heads. Scott and Kira were clearly making out, give the people behind them quite the show. It made me chuckle, softening my ever worsening mood. I scanned either side of them looking for Stiles and I found him.
Staring at me from over his shoulder.
When he caught sight of me, he whirled his head forward again. Clearly being caught. His date noticed and gave him a concerned look. Mistaking his action for fearful. She wrapped both of her arms around his one and laid her head on his shoulder pulling him annoyingly close to her. And for some reason, this was my breaking point. I’d had enough of this whole night and just want air. I rose from my seat, noting that Isaac didn’t so much a flinch as I did so, and exited the theatre.
The lobby was pretty dead. It was late and most of the movie were in progress. There was the occasional straggler, who drank too much during the previews and needed to pee or was refilling their popcorn bucket. I saw a cushion-y bench against the wall near the entrance of my movie and I briskly walked to it, sitting down. I let my head fall in my hands as I went over in my mind the crazy first week at work I’d had. It was impossibly chaotic and I was positive if I pinched myself I’d wake up from the dream I must be having.
“Scary movies not your thing?”
I looked up to see Stiles standing in front of me. I instantly frowned.
“What do you want Stilinski?” I rolled my eyes, leaning back until my head gently touch the wall.
“Nothing.” He answered awkwardly.
We sat in silence for a moment, but somehow it was comforting.
“I don’t think that I’m on a date.” I finally say squeezing my eyes shut.
“What?” Stiles asked bewildered at my sudden admission.
“I thought when Isaac ask me to come out with him, he was asking me on a date. But I think he was just being friendly.” I wasn’t sure why I was telling him of all people this.
It was quiet again.
“Kira and Scott are secretly dating.”
And this makes me laugh. He laughs too.
I look over at him and he’s bearing into me with his eyes from behind his glasses. And I know this is my chance. I’ve wanted to know all week long what happen between us and this light mood may be my only opportunity.
“Do you want to get out of here?” He cuts me off.
“What? Like ditch our dates?” I scoff gaging his words.
He smirks and admittedly spending a few hours with a guy I may or may not have had sexual intercourse with and also who may or may not hate me, didn’t seem as bad as shamefully walking back to my not date and watching a movie I don’t like.
A/N: I was gonna save this for Friday, but I was easily convinced to post it now. Tonight is a new episode of NOLA and I am PUMPED! Feedback is welcomed and appreciated! I love you all so much!! <3 This was requested by an Anon:
Pride x Reader oneshot where Pride is jealous bc someone is flirting with the reader
Dwayne Pride’s friend, Jethro, was famous for his rules. Pride on the other hand, didn’t have any rules. Jethro would have scolded Pride for dating you. He couldn’t help the feelings he had for you. He loved you. There was no way he was going to stand by as someone else had the chance to sweep you off of your feet. He never regretted the day he made you his.
The hardest thing about being with you in this line of work, was the suspects and the random people you had to deal with. Pride always tried to be in the interrogation room with you whenever it was possible. Suspects often tried to sweet talk you and that made Dwayne’s blood boil.
The agent watched through the glass as you and LaSalle sat the perp down in a chair. He had to admit, he did like watching you during interrogations. You were great at getting under people’s skin.
A/N: Yes, this is a soulmate imagine. It’s probably and most likely not the best one you’ll ever read, but here is my attempt. I’ve done it in a sort of werewolf type of mating. This is actually based off an idea for a story I’ll eventually put up on my Wattpad once I’ve written more than thirty chapters. Also, I realize that the gif doesn’t really suit the story but I’ve been wanting to use this and IT IS NOT MINE.
“Have you found your mate?” “I’ve found my mate!” “When will I find my mate?” “Will I ever find my mate?”
Those were the things you heard on a daily basis. Mates. Mates. Mates. Derived from the word Soulmate. You could care less about it, but that doesn’t mean that you weren’t curious. How can one stupid touch suddenly tell you who you’re destined to be with for all eternity? The only cool thing about finding your mate - well, aside from the fact that you found your other half - is the cool mark you get permanently etched onto the skin on the inside of your left wrist. Everyone’s Mark is different. That’s what makes it unique. The only way to get that mark was if you’ve had skin to skin contact with your mate. It’s as if your skin was a detector for your mate’s skin and you weren’t aware of it. There wasn’t a certain age for when you found your mate. Some found theirs at a general age in time for marriage, others well into their old ages, and the youngest being little ten year olds where puberty starts to take its course. That didn’t mean that those who didn’t find their mate hadn’t already married and had kids with someone else that was mate less. Some actually preferred it that way so that they could actually get to know the person rather than just have an undeniable attraction towards someone that was basically a stranger. It was always a concern whenever you met someone new, if that person was your soulmate. So many people were wary of handshakes and hugs while others desperately wanted to find their mate and jumped at the opportunity when introducing themselves. You? You’re not really looking for your mate, nor will you ever. If you meet your mate then you meet your mate. If you don’t, hopefully someone will take pity on your soul. Just kidding. Well, mostly.
“Y/N,” your friend nudged you as you stood by your locker. “What, Y/F/N?” You ask her, not looking away from your locker as you switched textbooks. “Check out the new kid,” she muttered and judging from her tone of voice, he was hot. You looked away from your locker and down the hallway where the new kid was hanging out with a few boys you fairly knew that go by the names of Luke, Ashton, and Michael. She was right though. He was fucking hot. You looked at your friend. “You think he’s mated?” She peered down at his wrists. “Don’t think so. If he was, he probably would have his mate around him, yeah?” You nodded as you shut your locker. “True. Speaking of mates…” You faced your friend as you leaned against your locker. “When are you going to see if Michael is your mate or not?” She shook her head. “Nope. Not gonna happen.” “Why not?” “You know how much I like him, Y/N. What if he isn’t my mate?” “You two could always be one of the couples that marry mate less. I’d tell him before he does end up finding a mate.” She sighed. “Maybe. Come on, we need to head to class.” The two of you stalked off towards your next class but not before you snuck one last look at the new kid who looked up and locked eyes with you.
“Is anyone sitting here?” A voice asked. You didn’t look up from your writing as you gestured for the person to take the seat. “Nope. Go right ahead.” “Thanks.” the chair scraped against the floor as he sat down. “I’m Calum by the way.” You frowned. You didn’t know of a Calum in this class. You looked up and you were taken aback by the sight of the new kid. “Oh, hi. Sorry, that was rude of me. I’m Y/N.” He chuckled. “It’s fine.” He didn’t make a move to shake your hand which made you like him even more. “So…” he looked around the classroom. “What do we do in here?” You gave him a look. “Learn,” you told him in an obvious tone. He rolled his eyes. “Well, no shit.” You shrugged. “You’re the one that asked.” He smiled. “I like you already.” You couldn’t help but blush - which is something you normally didn’t do around boys, only when you’re embarrassed. The teacher walked in and started the class, saying that today we would be doing a partner activity then went on to explain the assignment. Calum turned to you with a smirk on his face as he wiggled his eyebrows at you. “Partner?” You shoved him with your shoulder. “You get to work with the awesomest person in the whole world. Don’t make me regret being partners with you.” He laughed. “Who said that you’re the awesomest person in the whole world?” “Me, duh.” You flipped your hair over your shoulder. “You sure are something,” Calum said while smiling. “I know. I’m a piece of art,” you smirk at him. “Keep telling yourself that, Princess,” Calum told you as he looked at the board for the instructions for the assignment. You don’t know why, but Calum calling you Princess made you feel things you haven’t felt before and you weren’t sure if you liked it or not. Once the two of you finished, you continued to talk to each other and get to know the other a lot better as you waited for the class period to end. You learned that he was originally from Australia and had transferred here because of his dad’s new job. He also had an older sister who was starting a singing career. As for himself, his passion was football, but if something else came along he wouldn’t exactly reject it. He also told you that he wasn’t Asian as many seem to mistaken him for one. “You got lunch right now?” Calum asked you as the two of you packed up your things. “Yup. You?” You asked him as you pulled on your bag and stood up. He stood up as well. “Yeah. Mind if I join you?” You smiled. “Not at all. My friend will eat with us as well, if that’s okay?” He smiled in return. “Yeah, that’s cool.” You two barely made it out the door when Calum was abruptly picked up. “Whoa,” Calum yelled as he looked behind him to see who had picked him up. You looked behind him and saw Michael’s face pop out as he placed Calum back down on the floor, Luke and Ashton standing right behind him. “Hey, Y/N,” Luke nodded his head in greeting. You knew of Luke, Ashton, and Michael - not well - but you had spoken to them a couple of times. “Hey, guys.” “You guys headed to lunch?” Ashton asked. Calum nodded. “Yeah. Y/N has the same lunch so I thought I would eat with her. Did you guys want to join?” He turned to look at you. “That is if it’s okay with you.” You waved him off. “It’s totally chill. Y/F/N will eat with us too though.” You watched Michael’s reaction change from excitement to one of shyness and nervousness. Speak of the devil. “Yo, Y/N! Why are you taking so long?” Your friend asked as she approached where the five of you were huddled in a circle. You gave her a smirk. “Hey, Y/F/N. Calum, Luke, Ashton, and Michael are eating with us today.” She froze then glared at you. “How lovely.” You gave her an innocent smile back. “I don’t know about you guys, but I’m starving so let’s go eat,” Luke said and all of you followed him in the direction of the cafeteria.
Weeks have passed and you didn’t expect to grow as close as you had to Calum. However, you two still hadn’t made any skin to skin contact with each other. You didn’t know why he didn’t want to, but for you, you were afraid that he wasn’t your mate. You could say that you had fallen for the Aussie too hard and way too fast for your liking. “Y/N! Wait up!” Calum yelled from behind you. You stopped to the side of the crowded hallway as you waited for him. He ran up and stopped beside you. “Hi,” He gave you a silly grin. You rolled your eyes, but a smile was on your lips. “Hey.” “Did you do last night’s-” Calum didn’t finish his sentence as a boy from a younger year ran past him, making Calum bump into you. Then you felt it. You clutched your wrist as you locked eyes with Calum, him mimicking your actions. It was a searing pain that made you flinch and squeeze you eyes shut, but an arm being wrapped around your waist made you open them. Calum was giving you a lopsided smile, the best that he could because of the pain. You two were oblivious to anything else around you as the pain soon dulled. “Do you want to look?” He croaked out. “I’m scared to,” you whispered. “You have me,” he told you with a smile. You took a deep breath then nodded. Calum counted down from three and you both showed your wrists. It was a sun and a moon. You stared in awe as you saw that the sun on Calum’s was more prominent as it was on top of the faded crescent while yours was the exact opposite. You looked up at him. “I was scared for nothing,” you let out a little laugh. He gave you a confused look. “Huh?” “I was falling for you this whole time and I was scared to see if you were my soulmate or not…but I guess I have my answer,” you explained to him. He stared at you lovingly. “I knew it was you.” You shoved him. “Sure you did.” He laughed as he threw his arm over your shoulder as the two of you continued to walk down the hallway. “I wouldn’t have chanced it though, afraid that you would have a different soulmate,” he glanced back down at you, “but I’m glad that kid ran into me otherwise I would’ve never found out that you’re mine forever.” You smirked. “Looks like you’re stuck with me, Hood.” He smirked back at you. “So it would seem, future Mrs. Hood,“ he looked forward again and shrugged, “but I’m not complaining.”
Hey check out this quick kinda sloppy animation I did! I mainly wanted to focus on exaggerating movement and stuff like that, so I tried not to spend too long getting caught up in little details. Overall it took me about an hour and forty five minutes to draw the 21 frames! Yay!
also I kinda want to tag @cranbersher on this ‘cuz his animation guides are really helpful and stuff and I think about some of his tips pretty frequently while I animate okay bye now
Can you make a Nate imagine (dirty) where he is your best friend and you hang out and some and end up having rough sex after he confesses his fantasies about you and him dating and fucking? Thanks ily 💘
Warning this is my first actual smut on here &I I wrote this at like 3:30 in the morning last night, so I apologize in advance if it sucks but hey I tried 😇.
Lately my bestfriend, Nate, has been acting pretty weird if you ask me. I’ve been trying to hang out with him for the past month and all I get is excuse after excuse as to why he can’t hang when he dam well knows he’s not doing anything except kicking it back smoking blunt after blunt. After so many tries I convinced him to finally hang out with me and I’m gonna get to the bottom of why he really hasn’t been answering my requests to see him. I walked into the fancy decorated elevator headed straight to Nate’s apartment, I was wearing some black joggers with a black crop top and some black shoes. I got out the elevator and knocked on the door, I heard fumbling and him take a deep breath before he opened “hey kid” I said smiling and pulling him in for a hug, his arms wrapped around me tight but a protective kind of tight. We pulled apart and he flashed me his million dollar smile. “So what’s the plan for today?” I asked throwing myself down “I got everything we need here and even got some movies” he smiled slightly avoiding eye contact, something made me want to ask him why he’s so nervous but i barley got here gotta give it some time then ease into some questions. He brought in our favorite snacks and set the movie “what are we watching” “fifty shades of grey” I nearly chocked on my spit “why?” “I don’t know, I heard it’s a good movie, full of all that sappy shit you like, so I just decided to get it” he said sitting in the opposite sofa across from me. I don’t think he realizes what fifty shades of grey really is about. Should I tell him, should I not? Yes, No, Yes, No, Yes “Nate…” “Hmp?” He said throwing his head up like a little kid “thanks” I smiled, guess we are going with no. He relaxed in the chair “why are you over there come here” I said patting the seat next to me with a blanket. He rubbed his hand in his hair before dragging his feet over to me. He sat down eating some chips before leaning back. I threw the cover over us and put my feet on his. It was towards the first sex scene when I decided to record his reaction, I quickly opened snapchat and the scene started at first he was calm and quiet but as soon as the sex started he freaked out, I laughed while recording him as he jumped up trying to shut the tv off “okay let’s not watch that” he nervously laughed as I ended the video. I bawled out in laughter as he sat in the same sofa he sat in the beginning, I got ticked off and decided to confront him.
“Whats wrong with you?” I asked sitting Indian style “what do you mean?” He said avoiding eye contact “there you go again! Stop avoiding eye contact and look at me dammit, I’m your bestfriend” he took a slight breath “that’s the thing….” He chuckled a bit, kinda psychotic if you ask me “what do YOU mean?” I asked furrowing my brows “ that’s all your gonna ever be my best fucking friend” “what are you trying to say?” He took a long breath this time “ I” “you” “I -I.” “Spit it out Nathan!” “I fucking love you” I sat there processing what he just said. “ I fucking love you dammit!….. I love everything about you, your smile, your body, your eyes, the way you bite your cheeks when you get nervous. Every fucking thing” I just looked at him watching his movements. “At first I thought it was a stupid feeling you know like that feeling when I see a fresh bag of weed, I get excited and once it’s gone it’s kinda like oh let’s cop a new bag” he fumbled his hands, I just nodded “but time passed and it wasn’t just a feeling, I found myself falling for you and needing your opinion on everything, I got jealous seeing you on guys that wasn’t me and dammit I found myself yearning for your approval! I put myself in denial, nah it couldn’t be love, it’s just a crush. I told myself sun up to sun down… But then the dreams happened” “dreams?” I asked tilting my head “I mean I’m already in too deep so this isn’t gonna really do shit” he laughed “ a while back I started having these dreams, dreams of us being together and doing other things…. I had dreams I was holding your hand, taking you places and even smoking blunts with you… I also had dreams I was fucking the shit out of you, dreams I was fucking you everywhere, dreams you were moaning and screaming my name, dreams of you not being so innocent and dreams that you would feel some type of way under my touch.” He looked at me looking for a reaction but I couldn’t offer anything “I wanna be able to do shit to you, shit that only we know about, I wanna be able to fuck you whenever and where ever I want to. But I don’t know how you feel and that’s what made me push you away, the more I saw you the more I fell and the more dreams I had. I didn’t know how you felt so why put myself through this if you don’t feel the same?” I leaned back in his chair. I didn’t know how to react, he just laid this all on the table without giving me a heads up. I don’t remember much that happened, I remember getting up and taking everything off except my bra and panties, I remember walking towards him as he looked at me in shock, I remember straddling him, I remember kissing him all over his jaw then moving to his lips. He didn’t know what to do he was shocked, I took both his hands and placed them on my ass, I kissed him hard and at first he didn’t but that changed. I was in control or so I thought. He lifted us up with my legs wrapped around his back, he took me to his room lying me on the bed slightly, he broke the kiss, kissing my jaw then my neck going down my tummy, he stood up removing his shirt and pants. I looked up glancing at how hard he was and knew this was gonna be one hell of a night.
He came back kissing me, he moved from my lips to my neck earning tons of moans, as he continued to suck on my sweet spot he slipped two fingers in my underwear, he teased me at first rubbing circles in my area that felt so amazing. I couldn’t help but moan louder squeezing my legs tighter with every circle he drew, I felt him smirk within my skin as he plunged a finger into me causing me to jerk forward, he plunged the second one into me as I held on to his shoulder wimping with amusement. He pulled me back down looking me in my eyes, watching my reaction and movements as he repeatedly pushed and pulled his fingers in and out slow then fast, I felt my eyes roll to the back of my head as my breaths became unsteady and quick. I pulled him by his neck about a inch away from my face looking him in his eyes, my facial expressions changing as I took breaths in, he smirked and plunged one last time into me sending my body into a mix of emotions, I layed back arching my back and he slowly pulled his fingers out of me. He yanked me by my hair and made me lick my juices off of him. He removed his boxers and I got up to go do my job when he stopped me “this isn’t about me it’s about you tonight” he layed me on my back teasing me tracing circles with his hard on by my entrance “fuck me” I begged and he listened, without any warning he plunged into me causing my back to involuntarily arch. “Fuck” he moaned as he quickened his pace, he leaned down pecking my lips. I removed my bra and he scanned my breasts, he took hold of one while slowing down his pace, after sometime he lifted me up placing my back along a wall. “I’m almost there” he said with a low raspy quick voice, I nodded my head as he entered me once again. Harder and harder he would go looking me straight in the eye to see how he was doing. I couldn’t describe the amount of pleasure I was getting if my life depended on it. I felt my back hit the wall and the silent room being filled with profanity, moans and skin slaps. He yanked my body off the wall placing his hands on my ass lifting me up and down his length fast as I moaned. His hair coming in his face blocking his eyes as he moaned and kissed my neck “I’m gonna cum” I moaned bouncing “together” he said yanking my hair. He took three final thrusts and on the final one my nails pierced his skin as I moaned slight profanities, his hands gripping my ass as he let out a manly moan while releasing inside me. He carried me still on his length and placed me on the bed,I climbed under the blankets as he layed across from me doing the same. We regained our breathing, I layed there thinking about the actions that just took place as he took my hand playing with our nails before saying something “ didn’t know you had that in you lil mama” “theres a lot you don’t know about me” I chuckled “can I be the only one to find out?” He asked “is this you asking me out? Because if so then yes” I said cuddling in his chest, he kissed my forehead and eventually we fell asleep in each other’s arms.