i like it better as a gif oh well

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Summary: You, Rocket and Groot end up stuck spending the night at one of Contraxia’s love hotels. Rocket enjoys teasing you, but doesn’t expect what you do in return.
Warnings: No?? Just flirting…but I dont think thats a warning.
A/N: My first Rocket imagine! I usually dont like writing imagines for characters I like because I tend to lose interest. But I decided to try it out. Hopefully next time, it’ll get better and more ~intense~
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The room hummed under the red glow of neon lamps and the lovers bed pressed up against the wall. You felt the walls muffle your voice, unsure of how to ask Rocket why this was the only available place for them to sleep in. Besides the thick silence hung between the three of you, and the occasional rattling of the cheaply plastered velvet walls, the only sounds to be heard was beyond the glass window wrapped up in curtains. Mainly the rowdiness of drunkards and the piercing laughter that cut through the cold winter night of Contraxia. Then again, every night here is a cold winter night.
Your hands instinctively rubbed your upper arms, trying to warm up in the unusually cold room. There were many reasons this hotel would want cold rooms, some sexual and others less so. Groot was the first to move, walking towards the wall by the glass window and sitting down.
“I am Groot,” He reclined back, his body slowly becoming connected to the wall as he gazed outside to the different species stumbling about. Rocket followed after him, setting his bag down on the right side of the bed, keeping himself occupied with unpacking. You bit the inside of your cheek, watching him only momentarily before excusing yourself to the bathroom to shower.
Rocket began to assemble his gun, getting it ready just in case anything happened during the night. After a couple visits to Contraxia, he knew better than to come unprepared.
“I am Groot,” Groot spoke, causing Rocket to freeze up. He let out a sigh, shaking his head and continuing his work.
“Because we didn’t have enough units to stay at a nice place like The Divine.” He dragged out, revealing his canines. Rewards were coming in slowly, and their collective spending habits were high matinence. This cheesy love hotel was the only thing they could afford on this planet while their ship was under repairs. Needless to say, Reception looked mildly confused at the three of them walking in and requesting a one bedroom.
“I am Groot,” He said once more, turning his head back towards the window. Rocket rolled his eyes, finishing the final details to his weapon. His ear twitched at the sound of the water turning off, his eyes flickering at the shut door, waiting for you to come out.
“Why don’t you just get some shut-eye? Not my fault we couldn’t get separate rooms,” He grumbled, looking down at his gun as be screwed a bolt in tightly with his fingers. Groot didn’t respond, merely closing his eyes and taking a deep breath as he felt himself become rooted into the wall. Rocket perked his head up at the sound of the door sliding open. He watched you pad out of the bathroom, a slip hanging off your shoulders as you dried the top of your hair.
“Did Groot fall asleep already?” You asked, tossing the towel to the side as Rocket murmured in agreement. After walking up to Groot, you kissed him on his forehead before walking towards the bed.
“How come you don’t kiss me like that before I go to bed?” Rocket asked, grinning to himself as you felt your face heat up. The words got lodged in your throat, so you stayed silent and looked away from him. “Left you speechless? That’s usually the effect I have on people,” He snickered, closing a final compartment on his gun and placing it against the bed.
“Its not funny,” You said, grabbing the covers and pulling them over your shoulders as you curled away from Rocket. He clicked his tongue, rolling his eyes as he got up on the bed. His nose wiggled in your hair, just brushing against the back of your neck.
“I think its cute,” He murmured, his paw resting on your waist as he pulled himself closer. “I love getting you all riled up,” His voice was low, feeling his breath right along your ear before feeling his teeth scrape lightly against the flesh on your neck.
“Maybe Groot should have slept on the bed instead,” You barked back, Rocket grinning at the remark.
“And have you sleep on the floor? Besides, I wouldn’t be able to do all this with Groot,” He snickered. You turned around, your lower lip sticking out in a pout as your brows furrowed.
“What’s with the face, Babydoll?” He mocked you, his ears pressing against his head. Tonight was not the night. Perhaps it was because this wasn’t the first instance of him flirting with you. Or perhaps it was because you didn’t want Rocket to only see you as a blushing mess. Perhaps it was because you wanted him to see you as someone who could keep up with him. It was most definitely because you loved him, though.
Your hands reached out for his, enclosing them with your fists and pinning them above his head as you straddled him. His eyes were wide, watching uncertainty hide behind your irises as your hair fell to one side.
“What’s with the face, Babydoll?” She mocked. Rocket closed his eyes, shaking his head for a second before opening them again and grinning.
“I think I like this side of you,” He whispered, making sure Groot couldn’t hear them.
You rolled your eyes, “It’s a hotel. We are supposed to sleep. Do you think you can do that just for this one night?” You asked, a glimmer of mischief in Rocket’s eyes.
“Actually it’s a Love Hotel,” He corrected. “If I’m not mistaken, we aren’t supposed to be sleeping,” His brow raised, looking up at you as his left ear twitched.
“Maybe another night, Rocket. Tonight, we sleep,” You said, rolling off of him and getting under the comforter.
“Another night?” He echoed. “I don’t know…perhaps we should get a sneak peak-“ You interrupted him by grabbing him by the waist and pulling him close to you. His head laid on your chest, hearing your heartbeat.
“Tonight, we sleep,” You mumbled, eyes closed as Rocket agreed in silence. Tonight you would sleep.

This is literally just Aleks fucking up an intro

Title: Coach Negan (Part 1.)


Character(s): Negan and Reader (pre-apocalypse/AU)
You always loved sports. Most specifically, basketball. After deciding to join the new season after a very embarrassing last season, you believe that you could change the team’s bad luck and bring them to the championships, but you weren’t expecting the team’s coach to be as good looking as him. It was going to be tougher than you planned.
Word Count: 2,487
Warning: SEXUAL TENSION, age difference, and obviously Negan’s language.
Author’s Note: I am so excited for this story, you guys. I was debating on sticking with baseball/softball for Negan, but I decided to change it up and do basketball (since I know more about the rules/how to play lol). Since I’m using basketball as the sport Negan will be coaching, I’m going to alternate gifs between JDM’s apperance in The Walking Dead and also his role in The Possession. Enjoy! :-)

(GIF Source: @mypapawinchester)

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Tom Holland Imagine: Jealousy

Summary: You and Tom have a fight over his relationship with Zendaya

A/N: Hi bbies I wrote this with no prior plan and in one sitting so I’m very sorry if you don’t like it cause I was literally making up everything as I wrote it O.O

Warnings: fighting, harmful words


I stared at my phone as yet another photo of Tom and Zendaya sitting awfully close appeared in my tagged photos on Instagram. The caption didn’t help how I felt.

“Tom and Z have been spending so much time together lately… does anyone know if he’s even still dating Y/N? She’s seems kind of irrelevant to him now… can’t blame him though lol”

I threw my phone on my bed and stormed out of the house. I needed air.

Tom stared at me in shock from the couch as he saw me storm past him.

“Y/N? Where are you going?”


“That’s not very specific… and it could be dangerous. Why don’t I go with you-”


Tom was caught off guard by my aggressive tone. He had never really seen me angry before. Our whole relationship was built off of trust so we were always honest with each other which lead to very few disagreements.

“Y/N, love, is everything alright?”

Tom’s sweet tone was all I needed to begin crying.

“No, nothing is alright. But it’s not like you care or notice. You spend all your time with fucking Zendaya.”

“Zendaya? Is that what this is about? You’re jealous? Love, she’s just a friend and a cast mate.”

“Don’t bullshit me, Tom. I’m not crazy and I’m certainly not stupid or blind. I’ve been in this situation before.”

“Y/N, nothing is going on with me and Zendaya! Don’t you trust me!?”

“I thought I did, Tom! But every single picture I see of you two, you’re basically on top of each other and you two spend an awful amount of alone time together. And don’t you think it’s a little bit odd that she takes you to meet all of her friends but doesn’t take Harrison, Jacob or Laura?”

“Harrison was sick and Jacob and Laura’s families were in town! That’s the only reason I was alone with Zendaya that day!”

“That still doesn’t explain why you two ALWAYS have to be next to each other in pictures and why she flew you and Harrison out to New York the other day!”

“Y/N, you’re overreacting. Please stop before this gets blown out of proportion.”

“Yeah, well, too late for that.”

And with that I was gone.


It had been days since I last spoke to Tom. I was staying at my friend Adam’s house. I knew this would probably come back to bite me considering Adam and I used to date, but Tom and everyone else knew we were strictly friends now.

“Y/N, I made some pancakes!”

“Alright, coming! You better have bacon as well!”

“Well of course!”

I giggled and opened Instagram. I noticed tons of Tom’s fans commenting on my pictures calling my things like “whore”, “slut” and and saying “kill yourself”.

I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion and saw I had been tagged in several pictures.

I opened them and saw pictures of Adam and I.

“Oh shit…”

There were pictures of me coming out of his apartment looking rather messy… but it was because I had just woken up!

And then there was a picture of us laughing and eating ice cream, and me with my head on his shoulder while we were sitting on a park bench and even one of him kissing my forehead while we were hugging…

I ran down the stairs and grabbed my purse.

“Adam, I have to go do something. I’ll be back.”

And with that, I was running down the street to Tom and I’s house.

I managed to cut the time it would normally take in half by running fast.

I knocked on the door and Harrison opened up.

“What the hell do you want?” He asked coldly.

“Look, it’s not what you think!”

“Oh isn’t it? Because it looks like you went out and cheated on my fucking best friend all because of some stupid idea you had running around in your goddamn mind!”

“I didn’t cheat on him! Can you please let me in? I need to talk to him!”

Harrison didn’t move so I pushed him out of the way.

“Y/N, stop!”


I stormed through the house until I found Tom.

Oh god, I’m the worst person in the world…

The poor boy was curled up laying on the floor of our room. He was dressed in sweats and looked like he hadn’t slept in days. He was curled up in a blanket with disheveled hair and tissues laying around him from where he had been crying. He was staring at the wall with a blank expression.

“Tom? Sweetheart? Are you okay?”

“Why the hell are you here? To pack your things? Fine. Go ahead.”

I sighed and sat down next to Tom’s body. I pulled his head into my lap and began to run my fingers through his curls. Tom curled into me and began to sob hysterically.

“Why? Why would you do that to me? I never cheated on you with Zendaya. Never. She was helping me, okay? I-I wanted to give you a promise ring. I know we’re too young to get married, but I wanted you to know how much I love you. That’s why I was in New York. She was helping me pick out a ring, and she’s been helping me figure out how I was gonna ask you. And now you’ve gone and ruined everything we had.”

“Tom, I didn’t cheat on you. I know the pictures look that way, but I didn’t. Adam is the only person here I know. He was trying to make me feel better. You know Adam is one of my best friends. The kiss on the head was because I had just explained to him what had happened with us. Coming out of his apartment looking awful was because I hadn’t left the couch in 2 days, and the ice cream was because you of all people should know that nothing makes me feel better than a scoop of cookies and cream ice cream. I would never do that to you, Tom. I love you.”

Tom sniffled and pulled away to look up at me. I ran my hand down the side of his cheek and he pressed his face into it.

“I love you, too. I’m so sorry I abandoned you so much for Zendaya. And I’m sorry I assumed you would cheat on me without hearing you out. I should’ve put everything together…”

“You’re not wrong here at all, Tom. I am. I shouldn’t have stormed out like that but you know how I am. I always need time to cool off or I end up saying really harmful things that I don’t mean. And all your fans were saying you two were together and I just, I got paranoid because I’m terrified of losing you.”

“I’m terrified of losing you, too. God, when I saw those picture of you and Adam…”

“I know, baby. But I’m here. I want you. Not Adam. Now… what was that about a ring?”

Tom smiles and gets up from the floor. He walks over to our dresser and pulls out a box from one of his jean pockets.

“This wasn’t how we had planned it…”

“How did you plan it then? I’ll close my eyes and pretend I’m there.”

Tom walks back over to me and sits across from me. He takes my hands in his larger ones and I close my eyes as he begins.

“Bella Notte playing in the background, because I know how much you love Lady and the Tramp, we’re walking across your favorite bridge in the park after we’ve just watched the sun go down and had a picnic of pizza and chocolate covered strawberries because they’re your favorite… we’re standing on the bridge that Harrison and I covered in fairy lights… we’re standing under the stars… I get down on one knee in front of you and hold your hand… I say to you, ‘Y/F/N, you are the best thing that’s ever happened to me. I have loved you since I first laid my eyes on you in that coffee shop. I still remember hearing All of the Stars by Ed Sheeran playing in the background. Everything felt like slow motion and I knew in that moment that you were the love of my life. And then you fell in love with me. And I intend on working everyday to be worthy of your love. We’re only 20, so this isn’t a proposal… entirely. But I want you to know that my love for you is real. So I bought you this promise ring, so that you know that one day I’m going to come home and tell you that it’s time. And then I’ll have the greatest honor of all time by making you Mrs. Y/N Holland. Will you accept my promise?”

I was crying my eyes out at Tom’s speech that I could barely squeak out a yes before I jumped into his arms and peppered his face with kisses. Tom smiled and kissed me. When he pulled away he opened the box the reveal the most beautiful diamond ring I had ever seen. Tom slid the ring in to my finger and kissed me lovingly again.

“Well, wasn’t that lovely!”

Tom and I turned to see Harrison standing in the doorway holding up his phone, filming us.

“I can’t wait to send this to Zendaya!”

“Harrison! Why do you always have to ruin the best moments in my life!”

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(requested by @sarcastic-vampiregirl / anon )

Kai Parker x Reader
word count:
5 388
summary:  Reader (aka ‘crazy vampire’) is called back to town by the Salvatore’s to help them deal with their Heretic problem where she meets Kai.
[aka prequel of the Halloween smut – coming in a few days 😈]
*gif by me

When Kai turned in a heretic almost three months ago he had anticipated the blood lust and his emotions being heightened. What he hadn’t anticipated had been Lilly Salvatore to start treating him as if he was one of her heretics. At first it felt nice to have someone there for him, someone who cared or at least appeared to care, but then her rules about not feeding on the locals and her crazy demand that he lives on a few drops of blood like the rest of the 1903 heretics had become a bit of an issue for him. Last thing he wanted was to spend his vampire life under someone’s rules as if he wasn’t not one of the most powerful beings to ever live on Earth. So when he figured out the gang was not too happy about the heretics being there, he decided to join team ‘good guys’ for the time being. No one trusted him, not really, but they liked it a lot better having him on their side instead of as an enemy.

As the days went by, the gang started devising a plan and every so often he’d hear the same Y/N. Everyone talked about her as if she was one of their closest friends but he had never met her which to him sounded odd considering how she seemed like someone he’d definitely like. A couple of times he asked Damon about her, seeing how she was his best friend and at some point the vampire got tired of Kai bugging him about it and told him her story.

Turned out Y/N was like a family to the Salvatore’s. When they had met in 1912 during their trip back to Mystic Falls for a relative’s funeral Y/N had still been a witch. Later on it had turned out that she had been sent there by none other than Katherine Pierce herself. Y/N had been a pawn in the doppelgangers game but also her friend in a weird twisted way. Up until the point Katherine had decided Y/N’s fiancé had been a loose end and had killed him. A couple of days later Y/N had pulled the same trick Katherine had on April 6th 1492 in the small cottage in England while running from the original vampire Klaus and had tried to take her life. After the doppelganger had healed her, Y/N had killed herself and turned into a vampire, dedicating her newly immortal life to revenge. For over 100 years they had been sworn enemies and shortly before the Other Side had gone poof, when had been the last time the gang had seen Y/N in person, she had been instrumental in taking the doppelganger down for good. Afterwards she had left town, which had been the reason why he had never met her.

From what Kai gathered, Y/N was unlike any of her friends. For once she had never shut off her humanity but had found a way to live with the darkness and light inside her balancing each other out. He had heard about the games she liked to play with her food before sealing the deal – making them go mad, enjoying the taste of fear in her prey’s blood and all her other mind tricks. Listening to the stories he couldn’t help but develop a crush on her but no one was able to show him what she looked like. Either they didn’t have a picture of her which seemed unreal to him or just didn’t want to show him. Not that it mattered seeing how he was moments away from meeting her. 

After Lilly took Elena’s coffin and kidnapped Caroline they needed Y/N’s help more than ever so Damon had called her and everyone was now waiting at the Lockwood Mansion for her to arrive.

   “Why is she late?“ asked Bonnie. “I thought you said she promised she’d be here.”

   “She did.“ replied Damon, taking a sip from his bourbon.

   “Maybe you should call her.” suggested Matt.

   “And put her in a mood?“ said Damon. “You don’t know her like I do. Trust me, we want her on our side. Y/N is crazier than our heretic frenemy over there.”

Kai rolled his eyes, got up and walked over to the fancy alcohol table when he heard the front door open. Everyone instantly turned towards it but before he had had the chance to get a good look at their visitor, Damon blocked his view. The young heretic sighed trying to take a peek and when he finally got to see her, his breath got caught in his throat.

Y/N was beautiful but that wasn’t the only the reason he suddenly felt speechless. It was the look in her eyes, the devilish spark and mischief in them and the entire grunge vibe around her. She really was unlike anyone he had met since coming back from 1994. Their visitor was wearing a black crop top, fishnets tights with a dark coloured plaid short skirt, a slightly bigger leather jacket, knee high black combat boots and unless he was imagining it, there was a tattoo on her wrist. Her clothes had blood on them and whatever game she had played with her ‘food’, it must’ve been quite fun because along with the scent of blood there was the unmistakable scent of fear which he had learned to recognize since becoming a vampire.

   “Sorry I’m late.“ she smirked, wiping her chin with her thumb. “Had to grab a bite.”

   “We are in a crisis and you decide to stop for a bite?!“ questioned Damon. Y/N glared at him and then her gaze fell on Kai who took the bourbon he had just poured for himself and quickly shortened the distance between them to introduce himself.

   “Who’s this?” she asked with curiosity, folding her hands on her chest watching Kai nervously run his fingers through his hair. He was wearing a black jacket, gray jeans and a dark blue t-shirt and was the hottest guy she had laid her eyes on in her life. For the first time in a long time she felt a spark inside her, a spark she had thought had been stomped out a long time ago when Katherine had taken away the most important person in her life.

   “Oh hello.“ he smirked, outstretching his hand to shake hers. Y/N stared at his hand for a second and shook it. “Kai. Kai Parker. You must be Y/N. Wow, I …”

   “Wow what?“ she questioned.

   “N-nothing.” he cleared his throat, looking her up and down all over again. “Drink?”

Y/N gave him her best smile. “Thank you. See?” she glanced at Damon. “That’s how you welcome an old friend. Not with that grumpy face.” she pouted, pinching his cheeks.

Damon stared at her for a few seconds and grinned, wrapping his arms around her. “So good to have you back, buttercup.”

   “Ha. Ha. Call me that again and –“ she punched his face playfully, laughing instantly afterwards. “Well, don’t unless you want to find out where supernaturals go after the Other Side went poof.she made a gesture seeming like an explosion and winked at him, laughing.

  “Well, I missed you too.” said Damon, ruffling her hair.

Kai laughed while everyone else rolled their eyes trying hard not to laugh. Barely five minutes since they met and he already knew he liked Y/N. Bonnie scooted over on the sofa and Y/N sat next to her at which point Kai took his chance to sit on her other side before someone else has. He couldn’t tear his eyes away from her while her friends explained what they were exactly dealing with. Her face looked almost angelic and if he didn’t know all those things about her, he would’ve thought she was goodie two shoes or some damsel in distress. Every now and then she’d glance at him and her heart would do a weird flip or she’d involuntarily lick her lower lip checking him out before returning her attention to the conversation making him wonder what she was thinking about.

   “So to sum it all up –“ she said a little amused, finishing her drink. ”– you are fucking screwed without me. Which is … cool, you know, since we all know I am the best.“  

Stefan laughed and slapped her shoulder playfully. “I really missed having you around.”

Y/N smiled at her friend and then looked at Damon, her eyes quite literally burning with fire and mischief.     “So, Damon is going out of town and you need me to stir up trouble and keep the heretics off track so they don’t figure out what you two are up to. And you also want me to find a weak spot so you can take them down since… you failed. Done.”

   “You sound confident.“ pointed out Kai.

   “I am highly motivated plus I never fail.” she winked at him and got up. “However, I’ll need back up. Just in case. You –” she pointed at Kai. “– blue eyes. You are the ‘good’ heretic right?”

   “Well, I wouldn’t call myself ‘good’ but yeah. So, you’ve heard of me?” wondered Kai, getting up. “Damon, you never said you talked about me with your bestie here.”

   “We are not besties.“ both of them protested.

   “No, no.” she laughed. “I am more like the annoying better little non-blood related sister who they call when they have plans for glorious murder in the future which they cannot handle on their own.” Damon rolled his eyes and Stefan laughed.

Kai laughed and held out his palm, flames shooting out of it almost a two feet high. “Does that answer your question, sweetheart?”

   “Show off.” muttered Bonnie while Matt laughed under his breath.

   “That would be handy. You know, the prospect of watching someone burn to death –“ she trailed off, her gaze drifting. "Oh, well. Let’s go.” she took a few steps and stopped by the door, spinning on her heels. “One thing – I am going to need a place to live while I am stuck in this godforsaken town so I am moving in here. And it’s not up for discussion. Oh and stay out of my way, mm-kay?”

Kai looked at everyone amused, pointing after her. “Finally, a girl that’s fun to be around.” he said and chased after her out the door.

   “It’s like they were made for each other.“ said Damon a little amused. "Who’s going to tell them?”
   “Don’t look at me.“ said Matt. "The Gilbert ring won’t bring me back to life this time.”

Y/N walked briskly down the driveway, listening in on the conversation her friends were having inside at the moment. It wasn’t like she couldn’t see or didn’t feel the spark between them the second their eyes met, but after everything she had been through a part of her didn’t want to get her hopes up so she shoved those feelings aside, at least for the moment, and focused on the task at hand. Or tried to.

   “Hey, wait up.“ he called out after her.

   “You should know –” she stopped in the middle of driveway and turned towards him, taking a step closer until they were standing a heartbeat away. “– Malachai Parker, I wait for no one. Keep up.” she turned around and continued on her way.

   'Wow.’ he mouthed, his lips curling into a smile. Even though they had just met, he could feel his ‘professional’ crush turn into something more. For a second he stood there watching her locks dancing around her shoulders while the stones crunched under her boots and he sighed. There was something about her that pulled him towards her… he just couldn’t put his finger on it, yet. By the time he snapped back to reality she was already almost at the car and he ran trying to catch up. “Ahh this is going to be fun. You and me. You know, team bad ass? By the way, that grunge look? Damn.” he bit his lip.

Y/N glanced at him and pulled out her phone, or so he thought until he realized it was his phone. Her fingers swiftly moved on the touch screen and he tried to take a peek at what she was doing.

   “That’s my phone… and my wallet. H-how did you –?!“ he checked his back pocket wondering how he hadn’t felt her hand. "Wow.”

   “You know, you should not be keeping these in your back pocket. That was way too easy.“ she laughed. "Usually people keep those in their jackets, though there are other ways for my hands to find their way on your chest.” she thought out loud, her expression freezing for a second. “You are paying for curly fries at the Grill, by the way. Please tell me they are not still kind of soggy cuz –”

   “Do that again.“ he said suddenly.

   “Do what again?”

   “Put your hand in my pocket.“ he replied, still trying to figure out how he hadn’t felt her hand there. "Or on my chest.”

Y/N rolled her eyes, handing him his phone back and he got a peek at the tattoo on her wrist. Two letters written in-cursive – JR.  "You got my number. That means we don’t have to go through Damon whenever we want to meet up.“

   “We? Does that mean we are friends? Cuz that would be cool. Hey, what does ‘JR’ mean?” he asked, following her to the car. Y/N didn’t answer his question just opened the door, grabbed the body from the driver’s seat and pulled it out before getting in. “Are you going to leave that here ?”

   “He will wake up with a spectacular headache, not remembering a thing soon enough.“ she stated. "Get in. I am itching to kill something.”

Kai grinned and got in the car. Almost instantly she started the car and pulled down the driveway without saying a word to him. Her eyes remained focused on the road and for a a while the only sound breaking the silence was the car’s engine. They took a turn down the street and soon enough got into Mystic Falls, heading towards the Salvatore Boarding house on the other end of town.

   “So what’s the plan, princess? We go there and storm the castle, save Rapunzel and Sleeping Beauty then what?”

   “Okay. First of all – don’t call me princess.“ she punched the gas, getting dangerously close to one of the trees. "Second of all – the plan is you listen and do what I say when I say it.”

   “Yeah… no.“

Y/N pushed the breaks and turned towards him. There was no anger in her eyes, nor annoyance only a hint of tears for some reason and then she snapped at him. "Funny. I thought I got called to this god-forsaken town to get things done my way since apparently you can’t handle it on your own.”

   “How do you fit such a big ego in such a petite sexy body?“ he questioned, flicking his wrist turning on the radio with magic. Y/N shut it off and he turned it on again. "I like music.”

   “And I like listening to my thoughts instead of this racket.“ she retorted. "At least put on the retro radio station. This decade everything sounds the same with so very few exceptions.” she started the car again and took a deep breath, closing her eyes for a second before turning towards him with a calmer expression on her face. “We go there. Assess the situation. You have a foot in. They trust you which gives us an advantage.”

   “To do what?“

Y/N groaned in frustration, her gaze falling on his. His blue eyes were focused on her making her feel as if her skin was burning everywhere his eyes travelled on her body.  "To know your enemy you must become your enemy. Can’t very well know exactly where to hit them to cause the biggest damage if you know nothing about them. Jump head on and you are dead.”

   “Stall for too long and you are dead.“ he muttered. "Those are four heretics and a crazy lunatic ripper vampire.”

   “I can handle myself.“

   “Sure you can. That’s why you practically dragged me to the car as a backup.” he said amused, knowing fully well he was dancing on her last nerve. Y/N turned towards him and his heart stopped when their eyes met. “You know, you are so cute when you clench your jaw and fire starts dancing in your eyes. Someone else might get scared but … I think it’s kind of hot.”

   “You know, you talk too much.“ she said, a smile tugging at the corners of her mouth and took a turn down the Salvatore driveway, parking the car right out front. Y/N stopped the engine and turned towards him watching devils dancing in his eyes. "If you weren’t that hot, I’d probably be annoyed as Hell.”

Without another word she got out of the car and headed towards the front door with Kai right on her tail. Barely a step away he grabbed her wrist, spun her around and pinned her against the wall, one hand bracing on it while the other lingered on her waist while he fought the urge to pull her towards him. One car ride with her and he was starting to lose it. He could only imagine how he’d feel spending that much time with her until this was all over. 

   “Awwh you have a crush on me already?“ he smirked, towering over her while his body radiated heat she hadn’t felt in decades and already couldn’t get enough. "That’s understandable, I mean who can resist those lips, those blue eyes. Don’t just want to sink and drown in them? Not to mention my charming self and look at that body –” he gestured to himself.

   “Wow.“ she smiled at him, placing her hands on his chest taking in a shallow breath feeling his muscles flex under her palms. "You are so full of yourself. Like, I didn’t want to believe it but –”

   “Look who’s talking little miss ‘I can handle myself and don’t need you, but still you are coming with me.’” he retorted. Y/N started saying something when the doorbell rang and the door swung open. Neither of them moved an inch or did anything until the voice snapped them to reality and they turned towards the heretic at the door.

   “You brought a girl home. Valerie, you have compe –“ said Mary Louis, stopping mid-sentence. “Y/N. Shouldn’t you be dead or something?”

   “Mary Lou.“ said Y/N with a faint smile. “Charming as ever, I see.”

   “Wait, you know each other?!” asked Kai, wondering how Y/N was able to compose herself that fast and if knowing them would be a problem to their plan. “Wow, I – I didn’t see that coming.”

   “1903… I have never been happier not to be on a ship after I found out what had happened.“ smiled Y/N. "How did you get out?”

   “Blue eyes over there got us out.“

   “Oh did he? He is such do-gooder –” she snaked her hand around Kai’s waist and attempted to walk inside with him, bouncing right off the threshold. Mary Louise smirked at her. “What are we? Twelve?”

   “You hit on Nora.“

   “Correction. I hit Nora. It was a complete accident –” Y/N turned towards Kai with a look saying it was anything but an accident while he tried hard to keep a straight face.

   “Sure it was.“

   “Oh-kay.” said Kai, putting his arm around Y/N’s shoulder, pulling her towards him. “We are going upstairs to my bedroom so –”

   “Not a chance.“ said Mary Louise. "Find some other place to hook up. I don’t want her anywhere near Nora.” she started to shut the door when Lilly walked behind her. Her eyes met with Kai’s and then she noticed Y/N, quickly making her way to the door.

   “Y/N. What a lovely surprise!“ smiled Lilly, glancing at Kai. "So that’s where you disappeared off to.”

   “What can I say? I am a sucker for a girl rocking the grunge look, though we might have a problem here. See, Mary Lou is not letting us go upstairs and have fun cuz of some misunderstanding back in 1903.“

   “Nonsense.” said Lilly, calling out the house keeper who currently had the deed to the house. “Invite her in. Y/N is our guest.”

   “Please, come in.“

   “Thank you.” smiled Y/N, both her and Kai took a step inside. “Nice house, I wouldn’t want to clean it though.  Awh don’t look so worried Mary Lou. Nora is just not my type. I have a thing for dangerous dark guys who just scream ‘trouble’, like blue eyes over here.”

Kai laughed under his breath and whispered in her ear. “Come on, you will love my bed.”

   “Byyyee.“ Y/N waved her fingers and both of them headed upstairs, closing his bedroom door shut. Kai stared at her wide eyed while she walked around, touching pretty much everything in the room, putting things in her pocket every now and then before tossing herself on the large bed. "You were right. I love your bed. Can I have it?”

   “Funny.“ he tossed herself next to her mouthing with slight panic in his eyes. ’What are we going to do?’

Y/N put her finger on his lips and snuggled closer to him. Electricity coursed through his veins feeling her standing this close to him and instinctively his hands wrapped around her. A blink of an eye later they were no longer in his bedroom but by the Wickery Bridge. Air and skies were clearer than he had ever seen them and the sun was shining brighter than ever but there was something different about the scenery around him. It wasn’t quite like he had grown used to seeing it and then, a carriage heading towards them, he realized why. They were in her head in one of her memories. He looked around looking for her and saw her a few steps away from him throwing pebbles into the water. Quickly he shortened the distance between them placing his hands on the railing.

   “Damon didn’t tell you who the heretics were, did he?”

   “He might’ve mentioned something but I was a little distracted.“

   “That’s not going to be a problem is it?” he questioned. Y/N turned towards him and laughed. “What – what’s so funny?”

   “I knew them for like five minutes back in 1903. Literally a week before they got on that ship to New York Harbor in an attempt to get away from the huntress Rayna Cruise. Trust me, no wires crossed here.“ she stated throwing another pebble in the water. "Elena might be a bit too much on the good side but I owe her. I hate owing people favors. That’s how I ended up being a vampire. Caroline is a bit too much of a control freak but surprisingly we are best friends and I –“

   “– always help your friends.” he threw a pebble in the river. “Charming yet annoying quality.”

   “Which now extends to you.“ she said softly, turning towards him. Kai’s eyes widened in surprise and his lips curled into a small smile. Had she just said they were friends or was he reading too much into things? "Here is how it’s gonna go. You and I keep this up and meanwhile we get to have some fun and cause some trouble. There are those tunnels running underneath the whole town we can use –”

   “Basically you get to call the shots?“ questioned Kai, snaking his hand around her waist, turning her body towards his. He took another step towards her, pursuing his lips without taking his eyes off her. "I don’t like being told what to do, sweetheart. That’s the whole reason why I joined the Mystic Falls hero squad. To get my freedom. I’ve spent most of my life in chains, so to speak, and now I just want a chance to get to live, frankly.”

   “Call me, sweetheart, again and you will find yourself at the bottom of the Quarry.“ she smiled innocently at him.

   “Damn Y/N, so fiery.” he said amused, something popping up in his mind. “Can I call you fireball? Suits you –”

Y/N stared at him for a second and smiled.  “Fireball. I like it. And don’t worry. I have no intentions of standing in the way of your freedom.” she said quietly. “We can work together.”

   “Wow, that’s – new.“ he smiled at her. "Hey, so what are we doing here of all places?”

   “Enjoying the peace and quiet before all this technology and toxic air invaded our world. Isn’t it obvious?!“

   “What kind of a game are you playing?” he questioned, studying her face.

Y/N sighed, gazing into his eyes. For a moment something flashed in them but it was gone before he had had the chance to figure out what it was.    “Trust me, if I am playing a game you will know it.“ she said serious. "Now, I’ve heard Damon’s version of who you are and what you’ve done. I want to hear yours.”

They sat on the grass by the Wickery Bridge, Y/N held her knees up to her chest while Kai’s back pressed against hers and he told her his story. How growing up his family had started to isolate him after figuring out he was born without his own magic, a siphoner, and his parents had called him ‘an abomination of nature’. How he hadn’t been able to touch anyone and his parents had kept having children until another set of twins was born because their original set had a design flaw. How his birthdays were spent alone and even on that one day of year his father wouldn’t take a break and the only day where things seemed to look up was Thanksgiving, so naturally that became his favorite day of the year. He told her about what he had done on May 9th 1994 and how he had snapped after figuring out his father’s plan to replace him with the other set of twins for the merge. Kai talked and talked, waiting for her to jump up and call him a monster, listening to her heartbeat wondering if he’d be able to figure out if she was scared of him. Wondering if she’d look at him the way her friends did every time he was around. After he finished his story, catching her up to current events, they stood in silence for a while just listening to the waterfall nearby when suddenly Y/N turned around and wrapped her arms around him from behind.

   “Your family sucks.“ she muttered. "Being born different doesn’t mean you are less than everyone else. It makes you special and in my 147 years on this Earth I haven’t met anyone more special than you. Well, only once but that was so long ago.”

Kai sighed, touching her hands which were currently clasped on his chest and suddenly realized what her tattoo meant. A warm fuzzy feeling spread through his body feeling her rest her chin on his shoulders and he sighed.     “Are you lying to me to get me to trust you? I can’t tell.”

Y/N did a vampire-cheerleading flip jumping over him, landing right before him and sat on the ground, taking his hands in hers. “Not lying. And I don’t play with people’s emotions, before you ask. Katherine might’ve sired me, but I am not her.” she added. “And you are not an abomination nor a monster. You are you… and even though you talk way too much and are super annoying, I don’t know. I kind of.. like you.”

   "You like me?“ he looked up from the ground, his lips curling into a smile.

   “I didn’t say that.”

   “Yes, you did.“ he pointed out, lightly poking her in the stomach making her lips curl into a smile. "You are not as scary as Damon made you out to be. So who is Y/N really?”

Y/N sighed, glancing at him then at the ground and the bridge before returning her gaze to him. Kai looked at her with curious eyes and her heart skipped a beat seeing them sparkle in that moment. Whatever Damon had told her about him didn’t matter. Meeting him now only made her tiny crush she had had on him listening to the stories about the all-powerful leader of the Gemini coven get magnified. In fact all her emotions have gone haywire since meeting him.

   “A loner.“ she said playing with the grass between them. "I’m used to being on my own. My family wasn’t perfect, it was kind of fucked up and I was always the odd one out. My parents never approved of anything I did and somehow I ended up the black sheep. Then my parents disowned me for choosing who I chose as my fi–” she swallowed hard. "Anyways, I don’t like people, not really. I mean, they stab you in the back and hurt you, even the people closest to you. Sometimes with no apparent reason. Trusting people is hard, you know.” she said quietly. “Animals, now that’s a whole new thing. They are cute, cuddly and loyal to a fault.”

   “Yeah, –“ he trailed off. "I guess animals are better than people. Hey, maybe after this is all over I will get a dog. That would be fun, having someone there to play and watch TV with and not being alone all the time.”

Y/N looked up smiling at him and he couldn’t help but feel his heart skip a beat. Tough on the outside and a complete marshmallow on the inside. he thought. Got that in common.

   “Awwh you two are adorable.“ said Valerie’s voice, returning them to the real world. "All tangled up in bed. I am not interrupting anything am I?”

Kai opened his eyes, realizing somehow Y/N had rolled on top of him and now her eyes were piercing into his while her lips hovered barely half a centimetre over his. A different kind of spark flashed in her eyes and she rolled off him onto the bed, rolling her eyes at Valerie. Kai laughed, holding his head in his hands while glancing between the two of them. A part of him expected Y/N to get up and try to rip Valerie’s head off, yet his new friend had a restrain like he couldn’t believe. She just got up and headed towards the window, taking a peek through the curtains when someone screamed in pain. Caroline.

   “Got someone captured, Val? Whoever it is, their luck is fucked up with you around.“ she asked. "Is it dinner or just a play toy? Oh and before you ask, we are not staying for dinner. Blue eyes over there promised me curly fries from the Grill.”

   “Yes, I did.“ he got up, whooshing himself to her. "Let’s go fireball. I’ll even get you a chocolate shake and maybe later on we can pick up from where we left off before we got so rudely interrupted…”

   “MMhhmmm…“ she hooked her hands around his neck while his snaked around her waist and he pulled her towards him. "You sure know your way into a girl’s heart.” she brushed her nose against his.

  “That I do.” he smiled, both of them heading towards the door not even paying attention to the look Valerie was giving them. 

Having to pretend that there was something going on between them wouldn’t be hard. It would be hard not to let it go to his head because either Y/N was a really good liar, or there was something she had felt between them too. His new friend had found her way into his bloodstream faster than he ever thought possible. What was it that people said? Opposites attract? No, he smiled to himself. Perhaps in physics yes, but in math two negatives made a positive and the two of them were just that. Two negatives who had finally found each other and he was now willing to do anything to be with her, as a friend and perhaps if he is lucky as something a little more than a friend.

note: I kind of mixed it up, to see the original requests click the links above and I might’ve merged it with another one of the requests cuz I kept hitting a brick wall with it. 😅 I feel compelled to add that in the first part of the request it is mentioned that reader’s character is a kleptomaniac, likes to say fuck and use profanities in general. Anyways, hope you like it ! ❤️❤️

Title: A Proper Thank You

anonymous requested: Could I ask for a Negan imagine please :) based on how I appear, green eyes, dark almost black hair, and pale skin and can the reader be called Laura (not my name but similar) can the reader be underestimated by the saviours (because she’s like 21) she saves negans life with her amazing killing and shooting skills and Negan repays her with smut?

Character(s): Negan and Laura (original female character)
Summary: An underestimated, young Savior saves Negan’s life and he repays her the only way he knows how.
Word Count: 2,568
Warning: SMUT!
Author’s Note: Thank you to the anon who requested this! I love it when someone saves Negan’s ass, even more so that it’s a young woman who is just as badass. It’s awesome! Makes him more human and less invincible like he makes himself out to be lmao. So, I hope you enjoy this! Thank you for sending it in! :-)

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Request: hii! idk if you take requests for stiles, but could you do one where the reader has liked Issac a while but he doesn’t feel the same, so stiles goes to comfort her and ends up accidentally gushing his feelings for her. thank you! <3 

warnings: just fluff, more fluff, kisses, and fluff.

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They had been sitting in the clustered little cafe around half an hour, but she still hadn’t brought a finger to her mug of cocoa. She sat with her legs folded to her chest, black jeans skinny and tattered, a comfy over sized white sweater drooping around her front. Her hair fell in tangled waves around her face, and her bright eyes bore intently into the marshmallows floating atop the surface of her drink.

“Hey, earth to (Y/N),” Stiles snapped after the fourth time of trying to get her attention.

“Wha-sorry,” she shook her head, blinking away her stars and raising her eyes to Stiles’ bright coppery brown ones.

He leaned forward a little in his big green sofa chair, his blue flannel hung loosely around his shoulders. He took a deep breath, his lips parting as he blinked, “you’re thinking about him, aren’t you?”

“Am not,” she fired back defensively, her cheeks flaring up.

“Oh come on sweet cheeks, you haven’t touched your cocoa in thirty minutes, and that stuff is usually a cure to anything for you,” he chuckled.

“How do you know that?” she stammered, arms folding.

“Because I know you,” he smiled. His little dimples arose on his cute cheeks, his bright eyes crinkling as he watched her response intently.

She sat quiet for a minute, toying with a string on her sweater, “am I good enough?” she asked at last.

Stiles gaped, taken a back, “obviously, what, why?!”

“Well because apparently he doesn’t think so,” she pouted, lower lip jutting out.

“Ugh, Isaac? That guy? Really?” Stiles rolled his eyes.

“Hey, don’t say it like that,” she huffed.

“Well I’m sure you have better taste than in sunshine haired werewolf boys with commitment issues,” Stiles leaned back in his chair, tapping his foot against the polished wooden floorboards.

“Stiles,” she warned.

“Right, sorry, sorry!” he raised his hands in defeat, tilting his chin to the ceiling, where golden lights came trickling down from strings.

“You say it like you know better,” she teased, “do you?”

His eyes flickered back to hers, “maybe.”

Her hands wrapped around her big red mug as she took a sip of her not so hot drink, the chocolate making her feel bubbly and good just like Stiles knew it would. 

“Enlighten me,” she smiled.

“Oookay,” Stiles ran his slender fingers absentmindedly through his messy brown hair. “I think there’s someone out there who really cares for you, like a lot, like you’re their whole world,” his voice lowered seriously. “I think he loves how your laugh sounds, and he just wants to hear it all the time, to know you’re happy and that he can give you everything you deserve.”

He finished quietly, his eyes burning holes into the oak table and basically looking anywhere except at hers. He breathed in the scent of freshly brewed coffee and warm pastries, his heart doing flips. The cafe was practically empty by this point, and they were the last two to be sat in the cozy back room.

“Mm,” she contemplated, setting down her mug when he finished. “Now where do you think my mystery man is, Mr. Stilinski?” she beamed.

“Probably closer than you think,” he tried weakly.

She stared at him for a good few seconds, eyes flickering up and down her friend with interest, and then she burst out in a fit of giggles.

“What?” stiles chuckled, throat rumbling from the sight of her sinking into her laughter with little wheezes for air.

“Phew, you got me for a second there,” she snorted. “Oh god,” she covered her face like she always did when she ugly laughed, but Stiles just grinned. He loved her ugly laugh.

“What?” he said again.

“Oh nothing,” she bent forward in her chair and placed her palm to Stiles’ knee, “it was a good act though.”

“Act?” Stiles pondered, buzzing with electricity from where she touched him.

“Well you know, Stiles the nerdy goofball, lecturing me on love? Yeah right,” she winked.

“Heyy,” Stiles said with mock hurt, the butterflies in his stomach dying down, “you’d be surprised how knowledgeable I am in that area.”

“Oh please, the farthest you’ve managed is a high school crush, and lord knows she’s not going anywhere near that area,” the girl snickered.

Stiles let out a giggle, resting his palm atop the girls hand. She didn’t flinch away, but she tensed, just a little.

“Okay, so I’m a little lacking in the relationship field. But you had a crush on a dumb jock of a werewolf with raging hormones,” he fired back playfully.

“Ouch,” she said.

“Too soon?” Stiles asked, wondering if he’d hurt her feelings.

“Nah,” she smiled, “I don’t need that loser,” she decided.

“There you go!” Stiles beamed, “you finally came around.”

“I guess I just needed the right person to show me how,” she squeezed his hand lightly.

“Here,” Stiles said, moving his hand and raising a thumb to her face. She dipped back a little, but he shushed her protests and wiped the excess whipped cream from around her mouth anyways.

“Oof, thanks,” she said. “Wha-EW!” she giggled when Stiles licked the cream off his fingers with a smirk.

“What?” he snickered, “can’t waste. That would just be selfish.”

“Well, you’re right there. You’re not selfish, Stiles Stilinski.”

“Aren’t I?” he lifted a brow, frown settling in on his full lips.

“No,” she insisted. “You care too much about the people you love to hurt them,” she said, “one of the many wonderful things about you. Coupled with the fact that you buy me hot chocolate all the time,” she smiled.

“Well, I know how to treat a lady,” he said, giving her a nudge.

“Oh yeah?” she challenged.

“Hey hey hey, don’t judge. I bet I’m way better at this stuff than you’d give me credit for,” his warm brown eyes crinkled happily.


“Like I give great cuddles.”

“From practicing with your pillow?”

“Okay well I’m a good kisser, I bet.”

“From practicing on your hand?”

“Fine but I can fend off anyone who gets in our way.”

“From practicing with that flimsy thing you call a bat?”

Stiles stopped, eyes narrowing as he suppressed a smile, “you can make fun of me, but don’t you dare make fun of my bat.”

They burst out laughing in sync, wiping the tears from their eyes as they bent over themselves with giggles. When they finally calmed down enough to take a breather, the girl had propped herself on her elbows, leaning in towards him, and he mimicked her gesture.

His eyes flickered over his, and his voice came a whisper, “you’re really cute when you laugh, you know that?”

“Wow, guess you can add being a gentleman to that list of yours,” she blushed.

He sighed, his face saddening, eyes drawing away.

“What’s up?” she asked, tilting his chin up with her fingertips.

“You know what else I’m good at?” he said with a sense of defeat.

“What?” she said, so close to him now that she could breathe in his cologne and warm aroma.

“Falling for beautiful girls who can’t even see the power they have over me.”

For a second, she laughed. It was instinct. He was joking, right? That’s what Stiles was best at, jokes. But then her eyes came to him, and she noticed his hesitant gaze, tilted lips, and trembling fingers, and suddenly it wasn’t so funny. Stiles, the adorable and dorky Stiles, suddenly seemed far more intimidating in front of her.

She bent back, her heart faltering, “oh.”

The cafe seemed to spin around her. The floorboards were gone, the coffee’s scent was making her dizzy,  the lights were blurring.

“Yeah,” Stiles said softly. Then, when he saw her spaced out expression, “you okay?”

“Y-yeah,” she shook her head, taking in a long breath and focusing herself once more, “fine.”

“I’m sorry,” he said at once. “I shouldn’t have said anything, I-I m-mean that was dumb, obviously. I guess I was wrapped up in the moment and you’re whole fall for Isaac just got me all over the place,” he stammered, placing his head in his hands.

“Hey, no, Stiles, look at me,” she soothed, pulling his hands gently away from his face, “I’m glad you told me.”

“Really?” he rasped, fingers trembling against hers.

“Yeah, I was just so oblivious that it never even occurred to me you could feel like that, I’m sorry.”

“Don’t say that,” he said quietly.

“No, but I have to. You’re my best friend Stiles, you’ve always been there for me. So there for me that I never even thought twice of what we meant to each other besides that. You bringing it up just woke me up, shone a light for me, reminded me that…” she trailed off.

“That what?’ he murmured, golden flecked eyes darting over her face.

“Maybe you’re right. Maybe he is closer than I know,” she said. “I mean, who’s there when I can’t stand being alone or afraid? You. Who makes me laugh more than anyone else could? You. Who puts me first, the person who I know I would fight for the same way they would fight for me-” she babbled, fireworks erupting in her belly, suddenly wanting to melt under Stiles’ gaze.

“Loving you just comes so easy that I’ve been taking it for granted,” she finished.

It was weird for her, to stare at her best friend and suddenly see him clearly. His adorable freckles, the distinct blink of his eyes when he laughed, how much more vivid his eyes looked up close, the way he would twitch his nose or touch his face when he was nervous. It was like seeing him for the first time.

“What are you saying?” Stiles breathed.

“I don’t know what I’m saying,” she admitted, her heart doing bounds.

Stiles bent forward, so close their noses almost brushed each other.

“Okay. What are you feeling?” he tried.

“I’m feeling,” she whispered, heart going into overdrive, unable to think clearly from being so close to him.

“Yeah?” he breathed.

“I’m feeling…” she blinked down at his lips, and he tilted his head like he was daring her to try something.

“I’m feeling kind of like I want to kiss you,” she said, her last words coming muffled as she spoke them into the breath where her lips met Stiles’. They were soft and warm, intoxicating, even, and god did Stiles know how to use them. He brought a hand to her cheek, fingers sliding across her flesh and into her hair as he bent more deeply into her mouth, sending electricity through her veins. She detached herself for a breath, but he was back at once, and there was a sudden urge for dominance as the two molded their lips together with more pressure, dipping back and forth as one leaned in harder than the other. Her hands went to his hair, brushing through his soft locks and tugging softly at them, the smell of the cafe being drowned out by his gentle aroma, and the brief taste of him being enough to have her hooked, to know she was going to have it bad.

Stiles pulled away with a long breath, his big eyes blinking open to hers, their foreheads touching.

“Wow,” stiles said breathlessly.

“Wow,” she repeated, instantly hating the way her mouth felt without his lips pressed to hers. “I guess that practice on your hand really did pay off,” she giggled.

“You just couldn’t help yourself, could you?” Stiles’ eyes crinkled, his lips twitching.

“I really tried,” she laughed.

He brushed his nose lightly to hers with a big smile that filled her whole being with joy.

“You really make me crazy, Stiles Stilinski,” she said in awe of him.

“Do you think,” he started nervously, “I can continue to make you crazy? I can be, you know, the only guy making you crazy, maybe?” 

“Maybe?” she repeated.

“Yeah,” his cheeks warmed.

“More than maybe,” she decided.

Little Sister

(requested by anon)

Damon hurts reader when his humanity is off and Kai comforts her.


Y/N woke up in the middle of the night from a loud noise coming from downstairs. Having supernatural hearing sucks. she thought as she got up and walked downstairs. Ever since Damon flipped his humanity switch after Elena was forced into a sleeping curse , things at the Salvatore Boarding House have been a little out of control.  
Y/N walked down the stairs and tripped over something … or someone. She could smell the blood.
“What the hell?” she muttered , kneeling down. Whoever it was she had tripped over , was already dead. Y/N sighed in frustration. “Damon !” she raised her voice. “Damon !” she called out again , carefully walking over the body , nearly tripping over another. Suddenly someone grabbed her foot.
“Help me…” a young girl said.
Y/N kneeled down , biting her wrist and bringing it to the girls mouth.
“Leave and forget this ever happened.” she compelled the girl.
A few more steps away she found another survivor.
“Damn it Damon …” she cursed under her breath.
A few steps ahead there was a guy still bleeding out on the carpet.
Lovely. she thought. This will be hell to clean up.
It was dark in the house , but the fire in the fireplace was burning , lighting up the living room enough for Y/N to see Damon draining yet another body. He wasn’t alone. Kai was on the other sofa , draining some random stranger.
“Since when are you two buddies ?” Y/N asked annoyed.
Kai let the body drop on the ground , blood dripping from his chin , the black veins under his eyes slowly fading away.
“Oh hello.” Kai said. “We didn’t wake you , did we ?” he said glancing for a second at Damon who grinned at the comment and then returning his gaze to Y/N.
Y/N rolled her eyes. “No , no … I was just randomly sleepwalking and tripping over dead bodies in the house.” she said with a sarcastic smile , glancing at Kai and returning her attention towards her brother. “You can’t keep doing this. So many people missing will draw too much attention.”
Damon finished his snack and turned towards Y/N. “You are an even bigger buzzkill than Stefan.”
Y/N scoffed. Her brother had gone off the deep end and Stefan had picked the worst possible moment to go out of town leaving her to deal with Damon alone.
“Look , I know you miss Elena , but this is not you. What do you think Elena would say when she finds out the first thing you did after leaving her in a coffin for the next 50 years was to throw a ‘dinner party’ killing dozens because you couldn’t deal with the pain of losing her?” she paused for a second , pointing at Kai. “And why are you hanging out with him of all people ?!”
Kai had an amused look on his face.
“Oh , you think this is funny?” Y/N asked him. “May I remind you , none of this would be happening if you hadn’t put that spell on Elena.”
“Ouuchh.” Kai muttered.
Y/N couldn’t belive any of them at that moment. Damon was looking straight through her. It was like her words weren’t even being registered by him and Kai … well , he was Kai.
“Are you even listening to me Damon ?” she asked , a second later Damon had pinned her to the wall , his hand wrapped around her neck.
“Listen to me , you are better than this -” she started to say but was cut off by her brother.
“No , you listen to me. I am better like  this and I do not need you coming to my rescue because guess what - I don’t need to be rescued.” Damon hissed at her. Y/N rolled her eyes and pushed him away , sent him flying across the room.
“You  are the big brother Damon . You  are supposed to be looking after me , not the other way around.” she said just as Damon came after her again. This time punching a whole in her chest , wrapping his hand around her heart , queezing it. Y/N was struggling to breath.
“I never should’ve gone back for you in 1867. Turning you was the biggest mistake of my life.” Damon hissed.
Y/N felt as if the whole world has been turned upside down. Damon , her brother , the one who loved her so much and had convinced Stefan to go back for her … who always protected  her and looked after her even before he became a vampire… Her brother was gone. She had no idea who was standing in front of her. Tears filled her eyes , not because of the pain in her chest , but because her brother had shattered her heart with those words.
“Kill me , Damon. At least I will be free of you.” she said angrily , barely uttering the words. Her brother stared at her , his expression blank. “Go on. Do it! Kill me !” she raised her voice , a tear rolling down her cheek.

Kai who was enjoying the show until this point , suddenly got up muttering a spell reaching his hand. Damon screamed in pain , pulling his hand out of Y/N’s chest and holding his head as if it was about to explode.
“I think that’s enough…” Kai said , his voice scary calm.
“Stay out of this , creeper! ” Damon snapped back at him.
Up until this moment Kai was having fun watching them argue…but watching Damon break Y/N’s heart while also trying to literally rip it out of her chest ?  Damon had crossed a line. Before the merge Kai probably wouldn’t have cared at all what happens to Y/N , but now emotions got in the way. Y/N was always nicer to Kai than the others , always willing to listen at least while the others directly shut him out. She didn’t deserve to die , not like this. Not at the hands of her own brother.
“And they say I am the monster…” Kai muttered , flicking his wrist snapping Damon’s neck.  
Kai kneeled down next to Y/N who had a shocked look on her face. Who could blame her ? Her brother just tried to kill her. he thought and suddenly felt a peck of guilt for all the things he had done to his siblings , to Liv …
“Y/N , are you OK?” he asked , Y/N glaring at him in disbelief. “Right , dumb question.”
Kai looked at the girl standing before him unsure what to do. Emotions are so hard to navigate , he thought. A  moment later he sat on the floor down next to her and wrapped his arms around her as she started crying. The pain in her eyes made him feel helpless and he hated that. He also hated the fact he had no idea how to get her to stop crying.
“Do you want some ice cream or maybe chocolate ? In movies that usually helps … ” he asked but she just shook her head. Kai took a deep breath , deciding to take a different approach. “You know , he didn’t mean it. You are his little sister and I’m sure he loves you … even without his humanity.” he said gently brushing her a tear from her cheek.
Y/N looked at him through tears. Kai was last person Y/N had expected to ever comfort her , to make her feel safe but in this exact moment thats exactly how he made her feel. Safe. If it wasn’t for him , she’d probably be dead. She wrapped her hands around him and he hugged her tight. This feels nice.  she thought with a surprise , warmth spreading through her body.
“Thank you…for saving me.” she whispered.
“Any time.” he said rubbing her back.
They stood curled up on the floor for a while longer before Y/N’s breathing calmed down a little and her sobs stopped. Damon was starting to come back to life.Y/N wriggled out of Kai’s hands and stood up , taking a few steps towards the hidden vervain stash.
All of the sudden Kai felt empty. Not having her in his arms somehow felt wrong to him. He watched as she injected Damon with a concentrated dose of vervain and turned towards him , her eyes still filled with hurt.
“Do you mind umm… could you help me out with this , please ?” she asked pointing at Damon. Kai nodded and together they dragged Damon’s body down the cellar , locking him up in a cell.
Kai glanced at Y/N who had wrapped her hands around her chest , looking through the small window on top of the door at Damon’s body laying on the ground. He wanted to say something but words escaped him. Since when do I have trouble talking to girls?!  he thought. He followed Y/N upstairs and he watched as she poured herself a drink, looking around the living room.
THIS will have to wait until morning. she thought glancing for a moment at Kai.
Kai.. she thought a small smile across her face.
“I .. I should go.” he said heading towards the door.
Y/N hesitated for a split second. She still felt warmth on the inside … It was because of Kai , she knew it and she didn’t want him to go.
“Or you can stay ?” she said in quiet voice. Kai turned around looking at her. There was something in his eyes that had changed. “Please , stay… ” she asked again. “I don’t want to be alone tonight.”
“Yeah , sure.. If that’s what you want.” he said walking back towards her. Y/N could hear a smile in his voice. She poured another glass with bourbon and handed it to him but he refused. She sat on the sofa , Kai sitting next to her.
“You know something’s tickling at my mind.” she said trailing off. “Why did Damon leave any survivors? It’s very unlike him … ” she thought out loud.
A small smile showed up on Kai’s face. “Those weren’t Damon’s victims …”  he said , Y/N turning around with a surprised look on her face.
“Who would’ve thought…” she said , a smile on her face. Y/N snuggled closer to Kai and he wrapped his arms around her pulling her close. She listened to his breathing for a while before they both fell asleep , exhaustion catching up with them.

“Y/N , I’m home … ” Stefan said , freezing on the spot noticing all the dead bodies around the living room. “What the -” he started to say as his gaze fell on his little sister and Kai snuggled together on the sofa. He walked towards them , poking his little sister awake. She slowly opened her eyes and saw Stefan looking at her with a curious look , his eyes darting between her and Kai. “Care to explain what’s going on here ?” he asked.


DISCLAIMER: I highly advise you click on that atrocious thumbnail. I swear it looks much better blown up (kinda)!

I want to apologize beforehand for my long absence. I will likely not be posting much personal art for a bit while I tackle Crunch Time at work as well as some super cool fancy projects I am working on!

So to thank all of you for being such an important part of my life, as well as being patient with my absence, I want to show you guys an animation I was working on awhile back!

This is a Fanimation of one of the lovely @missusruin‘s pieces!

My frames were painted by my oh so beautiful wife @nyssabetts !

One day, I promise I will finish this. Til then you guys can have where I last left it off.


A/N: Fluff Appreciation Day. More Winchester!Sister but this one is more Sam focused instead of Dean like I normally do. Also, some Salieen 

“Sammy let me help you,” you begged.

“No, y/n. I don’t really feel comfortable asking my little sister for relationship advice.”

“Awwww Sammy you scared that I’m better at relationships than you.”

“No, I’d rather think you don’t have relationships at all besides with your family.”

“Well, I’ve got mad relationship skills, bro. Let me know if you need trendy places to propose.”

“Y/n we are not at the stage in our relationship yet. We are barely dating.”

You grabbed Sam’s arm and dragged him to the war room to point out Eileen. She was seated at the table with Dean who was jabbering on about something you were sure she had no interest in, but she sat there and listened anyway.

“Sammy any girl that is willing to sit and listen to Dean babble must really like you because I’m his sister and I can barely handle it. That girl out there really likes you. You can see it in the way she looks at you. There’s a glint in her eyes. And you know what I know you like her just as much because I know you and Dean better than you guys know yourselves.”

He just looked at you with a smile and pride. “How did you turn out so great and insightful?”

“Well, my two really tall doofus brothers raised me right I guess,” you said with a shrug.

“That is a freaking miracle, let me tell you,” Sam said with a chuckle.

“Oh, I know. When Dean tried to give me the puberty/period talk, that was the most awkward moment of my life.”

You both chuckled at that remembering the poor guy trying his best to explain things to you. “So, do you really think she likes me like that?” Sam asked.

“No, I know she does. Like I said mad relationship skills, just don’t tell Dean. I’m really not feeling the sex talk right now.”

Sam laughed at that. “Deal and if you would like I could give you that talk instead.”

“How about you go make your move lover boy and don’t ever have that talk.”

“Oh, you’re getting the talk just not right now. I don’t think I could stomach that thought right now,” Dean said as he was walking towards.

“Shit, of course you hear that,” you said.

“Sis, I hear more than you think I do. Now, Sammy go get your woman while y/n and I have a very non-sex related conversation.”

You and Sam just rolled your eyes and walked off in your own separate directions. 

It’s hard when things get messy    Let’s go? Yes, no - hell no!

Make me

Word count: 1003 

Warning: smut (nonny here’s the imagine you requested)

You and Kai hook up

When you and Kai met, you immediately connected, like tgere was a spark between you two and you knew you were going to see more of him and not just that one time. After a few days later, you met him again and you both felt the attraction between you. That night after hanging out at the grill, you and Kai hooked up for the first time. It was amazing and both you and Kai agreed you would definitely do it again. Soon, you and Kai started a relationship, even though it was more sexual than emotional. You’d agreed you’d try to keep it that way, trying to not let any feelings take over. You liked it that way and so did Kai.

It’s been a week and a half since the last time you and Kai hooked up. You’ve never been this frustrated in your life and everything was driving you crazy, but Kai was nowhere to be seen. The first thought that popped into your mind was that he might be hooking up with someone else and that made you kinda angry. That could’ve meant you had feelings for him. Those feelimgs and you were scared to tell Kai about them or even acknowledge them. Maybe it was better to leave them burried.

‘Oh hello’ a familiar voice spoke up, making you turn around. It was exactly who you thought it’d be.

'Oh so you do know where I live, I thought you got lost.’ You said sarcastically and took a few steps forward as you entered the kitchen.

'I see someone’s not feeling very well. Someone made you angry?’ He asked and came behind you, placing his hands on your waist, your shirt coming up just a little bit as you felt his fingers on your skin. His touch felt like fire. When he touched you, you gasped, feeling like there was a lump in your throat. His hot breath caressed your neck, making you close your eyes. You snapped out of the moment and pushed his hands away.

'Well what do you think?’ You snapped and turned around, facing Kai as you leaned against the table.

'Feeling frustrated, aren’t we?’ Kai asked and came closer.

'Shut up, Kai.’ You snapped at him again, and met his eyes, his gaze burning into your skin. You bit your lip and tried to control your breathing.

'Make me.’ He whispered and winked at you, his grin obvious on his face. You wrapped your arms around his neck and crashed your lips with his, making him moan out. He picked you up and placed on the table, his body moving forward, standing between your legs.

'I need you so fucking much.’ Kai mutter as you lifted his shirt up and threw it across the kitchen. You intertwined your fingers in his hair, slightly pulling on it, making him moan out. He reached between your bodies, unbuttoning your jeans. He pushed his hand inside your underwear and started rubbing your clit with his finger, your grip on his hair getting stronger. He locked his eyes with yours, standing deeply into them while his hand was getting you closer to your release. You reached down to his jeans and unbuttoned them, pushing them down with his boxers, his hard lenght popping up. You wrapped your fingers around him and circled around the tip with your thumb making him bite his lip. Suddenly je pushed two fingers inside you, making you gasp as you pulled him closer and kissed him deeply, your hand still on his hard lenght. Your moaned out louder as you started clenching around his fingers. He pushed your hand away from him and pushed you down, your back hitting the table. He pulled out his fingers and vigorously pulling the jeans down your legs and ripped your panties and your bra with ease, leaving you naked in front of him. He placed his hand between your breasts and gently trailed it down your body and stopping right at your sensitive clit.

'Please Kai’ you moaned out, your voice barely audible.

'What do you want me to do? You have to tell me.’ He said, his voice sexier than ever. You looked at him, the biggest grin splattered on his face. Clearly he was enjoying in torturing you this way.

'Fuck me, Kai’ you finally muttered as Kai got closer to your entrance and push himself in with a single swift move, making you arch your back. Being filled in that way has never felt that good. You sat up and placed your arms around Kai’s neck, your lips finding his as Kai started thrusting at an incredibly slow pace. Even though there was no more room for Kai to come closer to your body, you did everything to feel him as close as you good. His hands were firmly placed on your waist while his hips mercilessly slammed into you. He kept changing his pace, from fast to slow, from gentle to rough, getting you and him closer to release with every thrust he made.

'I’m gonna-’

'I know, me too’ he whispered, his hips kept repeating his actions and after a few more thrusts you reached your climax and came around him, your fingers digging into his biceps. He made a few more thrusts and then came inside you, placing his head in the crook of your neck, moaning your name as he stilled and pressed his forehead on yours.

He finally opened his eyes, locking them with your. He was still inside you as he kissed you.

'Still mad at me?’ He whispered and pulled out, making you wince a little bit.

'What do you think?’ You asked and kissed him as you pulled away and winked at him.

'Got it’

'But if you disappear like that again, you better watch yourself when you come back.’

'Am I goning to be punished?’

'We’ll see’ you replied as he pulled you closer again and kissed, his hands roaming over your body.

summary: you’re a medic in Neverland and Pan comes to you feeling sick
requested: yes (so cute)
warning: none
Your eyes stared at the dewy chamomile, waiting until the sun light hit it just right before plucking it from the earth. The birds hummed in the trees as the sun pushed back the black sky to reveal a blue one. Golden hues crawled against the soft soil before clawing its way towards the plant. It almost seemed to sparkle under the soft light. It’s medicinal properties were at its peak during the sunrise, making it perfect for the boys when they got sick, which was more frequent then you would have thought.

Your hands reached into the soil, pulling it up from the root and shaking off all the extra dirt. The plant was then placed in the woven basket bundled up with other varying flora species like passion flower, aloe vera, and lavender. After dusting off your hands, you walked back towards the camp where the boys were already up and about. A fire was roaring in the middle of the camp, boys already eating breakfast and laughing together. It was pleasant to see them act as people and not wild animals.

You went into your tent that was filled with dried flowers and varying plants alike. Everyone had their responsibilities here, despite the fact that Neverland was the place without rules. Boys hunted, patrolled, cooked, and built during their time here. All of those were appealing to you when you first arrived, but you found that many of the boys would become ill and have to suffer through the sickness for weeks before they could get better. Pan didn’t see any reason to heal them, but you did.

The basket was placed on the table, quickly tying your hair up into a pony tail as you began to go to work. Sunburns in Neverland were more common than you thought and boys always seemed to be eating some sort of toxic berry, despite all their years of living in Neverland. You tied up the chamomile, hanging it on your rack with other dried flowers. The aloe vera was next. You began to slowly strip it open, having the oils and gel goop onto a wooden bowl. The tent opened, stomping footsteps approaching you which you ignored until you were finished extracting the healing properties of the cactus. Once you were finished, you turned around to face a fuming Pan.

“What is it?” You asked, wiping your hands with a rag and eyeing him suspiciously.

“I think I’m sick,” he said, crossing his arms over his chest and gnawing on his lip. This feeling he had was…strange to say the least. He surely hadn’t felt it before and it ached his entire body.

“Well, how are you feeling?” You asked, cocking your head to the side and placing a hand on your hip. “You don’t appear to be sick to me,”

“Well that’s because it’s on the inside! It changes so drastically. One minute I’ll be filled with happiness, my heart is racing and I feel like I’m being lit on fire. The next minute, I’m overwhelmed with anxiety. I can’t eat or sleep,” He asked, running his hands through his hair. “Am I dying?” He asked, a sense of concern hidden behind his words. His symptoms sounded close to drug addiction, but there wasn’t any of that in Neverland.

“Can you see a pattern as to where you are when you get your feelings of happiness?” You asked, holding your chin between your hands.

“The bonfire, out in the jungle or the beach, even here I feel it now!” He exclaimed. Pan had a habit of being such a drama queen, which is something the other boys didn’t get to see very often. Although, it wasn’t exactly a luxury to you either.

“Well let me check your temperature if you feel it now,” you offered, stepping towards Pan and sitting him down on the makeshift cot. You tilted his head up, pressing the back of your hand to his forehead, staring down at him intently. You could see his cheeks and ears slowly become red as his forehead became hotter, making you furrow your brows. “Did you just get hotter?” You asked. He grinned up at you.

“I can assure you, Love. I’ve always been this attractive,” He snuck in a quip, making you roll your eyes. That was the Pan you are so familiar with. The annoying pan, but the one you felt comfortable around.

“Can you just focus, Pan?” You asked, sitting down on your stool. He groaned, nodding his head and slouching slightly. “Alright, now when do you feel anxious?” You questioned.

“When I’m alone, mostly. I also felt it this morning when the boys were out having breakfast, like I was disappointed. I don’t know what I was hoping for but whatever it was, it wasn’t there this morning,” He sighed, as if reliving the feeling. Your face became suddenly red at the realization. It took you so long. How can you say that to Pan? He would go ballistic. Being in love is an adult thing, not fit for the boys of Neverland.

“Pan, I think I understand what’s going on,” you said slowly, thinking out every word before you spoke. You didn’t know what frightened you more, if Pan was in love with you or if he wasn’t. It was understandable if it was Felix. An island full of boys for all eternity? It seemed likely. Of course, you had to make sure. Although, perhaps you just needed an excuse to do this.

“Well what's—” you quickly interrupted him, getting off your stool and placing yourself onto his lap. His ears became red but his face hadn’t wavered. “Oh, I see,” He grinned at you, holding your waist, “You want to do this now, Love? Maybe I’m not the one who’s sick,” You shut him up, putting your lips against his in a kiss which he was eager to reciprocate. It only felt like a short time before you pulled away, staring intently at you.

“Do you feel better or worse?” You asked, tilting your head to the side.

“Maybe you should kiss me again, Love, and find out,” He smirked, leaning in again, making you press a finger to his lips. A frown settled on his face. You swiftly got off of him and sat back down in your stool. That was answer enough.

“Pan, you’re in love,” you stated simply, although your stomach was doing flips at the thought it was with you.

“Love…” He trailed off, looking down at the realization. “Well, what do I do?” He asked, gripping the side of the cot.

“Well it’s up to you now. Just know that whatever you decide, love is not a childish thing. It has to be taken seriously and—” you trailed off, as Pan stood up and stepped closer to you. You stood up as well, taking a step back and running into your desk. “And it takes effort. It’s something to be cherished and…and…” You stammered, which was out of nature for you. Pan stood close to you, looking down at you with an almost devilish smile. Has he always been this tall? You felt like an imp compared to him now. “Pan…” You breathed, looking up at him.

“Love, you worry too much,” He grinned, leaning down and pressing his lips against yours.

Gif Not Mine i Found It On Google

Meg’s Wayward Followers Crack Challenge

Okay, so I’ve finally got my challenge together, I’m celebrating hitting 2500 followers. Again, thank you so much!

On to the challenge. I know I’m not the only one who’s excited for Wayward Daughters. It’s the inspiration for this challenge.

The Rules

*Choose one of my favorite women of SPN, I’m allowing 5 people for each. You can add any other SPN character you’d like, as long as they aren’t listed below. For example if you’d like to do a Jody and Donna pairing, just ask me.

*Choose a prompt from my list of prompts from various tv shows. Mostly The New Girl and Supernatural. I’m only allowing one prompt per person.

  • Message me with your choices, reblogs and comments won’t count.

  • Use your SPN woman and your prompt to write a crack fic, you can pair it with fluff, smut, drabble even AU. But no RP for this challenge. It must be A crack fic since I love funny fics and it’s my challenge 😂

  • Be sure to label any triggers in your fic or I will not re-blog and I’m not joking.

  • Tag me in your fic @meg-wayward-af and #Meg'sWaywardCrackChallenge

  • Fics are due by, let’s make it November 12.

Women of SPN

Jody Mills Donna Hanscum Mary Winchester Charlie Bradbury Rowena Meg Eileen Leahy Ellen Harvelle Bela Talbot Abadon Jo Harville Ruby Billie the Reaper Amara Jessica Moore Tessa the Reaper Missouri Moseley Alex Jones Lisa Braeden Claire Novak


  1. “I don’t know what I’m doing emotionally.”

  2. “I found him under the steps eating a dead raccoons eyeball. Your cats a psycho.”

  3. “Wanna get blingo’d on my mini bar and watch pay-per-view?”

  4. “I am so many types of bitches, I’ve lost count.”

  5. “I’m eating cookies and avoiding confrontation.”

  6. “I feel like I wanna murder someone and also, I want a soft pretzel.”

  7. “I’m gonna end up alone. I’m gonna be a single old lady, flashing people on the subway.”

  8. “Well, I guess I can’t hide my crazy.”

  9. “I want to go in my room and do weird stuff on my computer.”

  10. “Saturday is a day for sleeping.”

  11. “You question my pajamas, you make me question our entire friendship!”

  12. “Oh my gosh, look it’s food. I love food.”

  13. “I’m freaking out!”

  14. “Life sucks! And then it gets better and then it sucks again.”

  15. “I’ll probably be watching Dirty Dancing at least 6 or 7 times a day.”

  16. “She’s on a flip phone! Which means she’s either poor or a time traveler.”

  17. “Its perfectly fine to watch tv all day.”

  18. “I’m about to go pay this $800 fine, and my checks have baby farm animals on them, bitch!”

  19. “Ugh, couples.”

  20. “Can we just take a moment to celebrate me?”

  21. “I’m really bad at making decisions.”

  22. “Do I regret it? Yes. Would I do it again? Probably.”

  23. “I like being weird!”

  24. “Lets just go out to dinner, and then just nail each other. Just pound each other.”

  25. “I just wanted to listen to Taylor Swift alone.”

  26. “Pink wine makes me, slutty.”

  27. “Where are you? This place is fancy and I don’t know which fork to kill myself with.”

  28. “I feel like I’ve laid a million eggs and they’re all hatching.

  29. “Why can’t I stop thinking about his mouth on my mouth?”

  30. “I’ve done things, I wrote half a book about zombies.”

  31. “You’re drinking on a Tuesday and you’re a teacher.”

  32. “But what if it’s me, what if I have some idea of love in my head and it’s just totally wrong.”

  33. “Come on bangs, you sons of bitches.”

  34. “We’re weirdos. But that’s who we are. And that’s fine.”

  35. “It feels like a fat man is sitting on my uterus!”

  36. “Yeah, and Hannibal Lecter’s a good psychiatrist.”

  37. “Whiskey now, if you don’t mind?”

  38. “What the cuss?! A vampire?!

  39. “Hakuna matata, lady.”

  40. “But he was my dick.”

  41. “I’ve got a body in the basement. But I’ve got another body buried in the yard.”

  42. “I need to leave this scintillating conversation.”

  43. “Netflix, what do you recommend to fill my day off? Speak to me.”

  44. “I think I’m adorable.”

  45. “No chick flick moments.”

  46. “Is this a sex torture dungeon?”

  47. “Dude you’re confusing porn with reality again.”

  48. “You smell like a toilet.”

  49. “I get all tingly when you take control like that.”

  50. “Are you okay? He was so mean to you! Oh my God!”

  51. “I lost my shoe.”

  52. “Here ghosty ghosty ghosty!”

  53. “On Thursdays, we’re teddy bear doctors.”

  54. “Don’t make me lick your damn face.”

  55. “I would like to purchase the alcohol, please.”

  56. “I’m mocking you. When in doubt, I’m always mocking you.”

  57. “Can I come out now? It smells in there.”

  58. “Yes, it’s porn! So what? What’s the big deal? It’s just the body in its natural form. Spread eagle on a motorcycle.”

  59. “There was so much awkward silence I pretended to get a phone call from a banana.”

  60. “I can’t afford to have anymore hate in my head. My hate is at capacity.”

  61. “I’ve always been a good judge of people, that’s why I don’t like none of ‘em.”

  62. “Whoa! Cute guy alert!”

  63. “I don’t wanna take my shirt off at Comic Con.”

  64. “Oh please, you’re trying to bag that cute doctor.”

  65. “The dark, violent turn our love play took last night haunts me. The wine cork will remain where it is as a sign of my commitment.”

  66. “Penny for your thoughts. Thousand dollars for your tushy.”

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Imagine food fights with Chris.

With the sun relentlessly beaming down on your face, you were quickly aroused from your sleep. You were expecting a bad hangover after the night you had, but you woke with only a minor headache and slight fatigue; it was thanks to Chris, he had forced an Advil down your throat before putting you to bed.

You yawned and rubbed your eyes, turning to reach for Chris only to find his side of the bed empty. You propped yourself on your elbows, attempting to peer into the ensuite from where you were. The door was wide open and you couldn’t hear any sounds, which could only mean that Chris was downstairs having breakfast or watching TV, or he and Dodger had gone for their morning run.

God, how he could go for a run or do anything physical after last night was beyond you.

It wasn’t until you reached for his pillow that you noticed the note sitting on top of it. You pinched it off the pillow and laid on your back, holding it in front of your face. Your vision was fuzzy because you had only just woken up, and because you weren’t wearing your glasses, but you could make out what he’d scrawled across the paper.

Good morning, my sweet,

Dodger and I went out to get some fresh fruit for breakfast, we’ll be back soon. The coffee’s on the pot so if you’d like to get out of bed to have some while you wait for us to return, you’re more than welcome to. I doubt you’ll even be awake before we get back but- better safe than sorry.

Your ever-loving husband,

You smiled and stretched before getting out of bed, taking your glasses with you as you headed to the bathroom to clean up. You caught yourself in the mirror as you brushed your teeth, noticing that you were still wearing Chris’ white dress shirt from the night before; both of you had spent it at the Oscars and its after party, which was where you and possibly Chris- you couldn’t remember- got ridiculously drunk. You pressed your nose into your shoulder and smiled because the shirt still smelt like he did; of bergamot, vanilla, and sandalwood.

You made your way downstairs and headed for the kitchen. You could smell the coffee even before you turned the corner. On the table was your favorite mug; Chris had gotten it for you for Christmas, it was white with blue snowflakes. You spotted another note with his handwriting, you picked it up and giggled when you read it.

Here I was thinking you were just going to stay fast asleep until Dodger and I got home. :P The cream and sugar are where they always are. I know it’s not Starbucks quality but I hope you enjoy your coffee anyway. If you need another Advil, take it.

You heard noises coming from the front door, then Chris’ voice and Dodger’s scuttling feet across the hardwood floor. You smiled and leaned against the marble counter, sipping your coffee as you waited for them to come through the archway.

“Well well well,” Chris smiled at you. “Good morning, Sleeping Beauty.” He kissed you on the cheek then moved to unpack the groceries. “I honestly didn’t think you’d be awake, I sent Dodger upstairs to go get you.”

“I could tell from the notes you left me,” you chuckled and drew one from him as well. “I’m surprised you’re awake, to be honest. You drank a lot more than I did.” You reminded him, putting your cup down with a thunk.

“You forget I’m a Bostonian,” he chuckled. “We don’t get drunk and we don’t have hangovers. It’s in our genes,” he shrugged nonchalantly and you laughed. “You’re lucky I made you take that Advil last night, otherwise you wouldn’t be laughing right now.”

“Thank you, sweetheart.” You hugged him from behind and kissed his shoulder blade. “What did you get?” You poked your head around him to peer at the bags that were filled with fresh fruit. “What are you going to make?”

“Pancakes,” he told you and you felt your smile widen. “These are just toppings. I even got…” He dragged out in a sing song voice, searching the bag for whatever he got. “Marshmallows!” He exclaimed excitedly, holding the bag of mini marshmallows in front of you.

“You’re such a kid,” you giggled.

“Gotta match my wife’s personality,” he teased then kissed the tip of your nose. “Shall we start?” He asked and you nodded. “Grab the mixing bowl and whisk, will you?” You nodded, doing as he asked. “Oh- and the milk and eggs from the fridge.” He instructed then padded over to the pantry to get the dry ingredients.

“Here you go,” you placed the needed items in front of him.

“Okay,” he clapped his hands together. “Let’s get pancaking. Hey-” he pointed at you and you raised an eyebrow. “No food fights,” he warned in a playful tone that meant the complete opposite of what he just said.

“Of course,” you nodded, biting back your smile.

Dodger joined the two of you in the kitchen just as you started mixing the batter. You had the job of pouring the ingredients in the bowl while Chris did the whisking of the mixture. You chatted about little things, laughing at events that had occurred the night before. You didn’t remember playing beer pong with Sebastian and Margarita until Chris reminded you; you and Chris were an unbeatable duo and Seb and Margo were absolutely smashed by the end of the game. You laughed, imagining how they must be feeling this morning.

“Hold it,” Chris stopped you and you narrowed your eyes in confusion. “You have something on your-” he dipped his pinky finger into the batter and poked it on the tip of your nose. “Nose,” he finished, biting back his smile.

“Wow,” you scoffed and chuckled at the same time. “Thank you, I didn’t notice it until just then. You know what though,” you dipped your hand into the bag of flour and grabbed a fistful of the white powder. “You have something-” you tossed it at him and he closed his eyes. “Oh, all over you face.” You said and pressed your lips together, laughing softly through your nose.

“Seriously?” His smile grew wider. “You wanna go big?” His hand dipped into the bag of flour and he tossed a handful in your face before you could dodge out of the way. “You have something all over your face as well.”

Dodger barked and drew both your and Chris’ attention onto him; the poor puppy was covered in flour too. You looked back at Chris and shook your head at him, “see what you did. Now he’s going to run all over the house and leave a trail of flour behind him.”

“Me?” He laughed. “You started the flour tossing, thank you very much. Look over there, look at all the flour behind you.” He pointed behind you and you turned. “Honestly, Y/N. It’s Sunday, I don’t want to spend the day cleaning the house.”

“There’s nothing-” You were met with another fistful of flour when you turned back to him. “Oh my God!” You laughed and he did the same, grabbing his left boob. “You’re such an asshole!” You slapped his arm.

“You look like a ghost,” he laughed louder.

“Well then you better match your wife,” you grabbed a fistful and tossed it at him. He dodged it with ease and snatched the bag away before you could grab another fistful. “Running scared, are we?” You challenged with a smug smile.

“Hey,” he held up the bag with one hand, “I’ve got the ammunition.”

“You’ve got no balls,” you placed your hands on your hips. “That’s why you’re cheating.”

He scoffed and shook his head. You watched as he slowly put the bag of flour down, the smirk on his face only meant trouble for you. You tried to make a run for it before he pounced, but you were too slow for the Super Soldier. He grabbed your waist and pulled you into his front, nuzzling his flour covered face into your neck. You shrieked with laughing, hunching in his grip.

“Stop!” You laughed.

“Let’s call a truce so we can have breakfast.”

“Okay okay!” You cried out, choking on your laughter. “Truce!”

The two of you focused on cooking the pancakes without anymore flour tosses, and it took about ten minutes but you finally had a plateful of deliciously fluffy pancakes. You sat on the cold marble bench top, swinging your legs back and forth as Chris cut up a pancake doused in maple syrup.

“You are absolutely filthy,” he chuckled as he fed you. “How is it?” He asked, before taking a bite himself.

“Fantastic,” you smiled then dipped your finger in the bowl of maple syrup. “Cut me another piece please.” You asked and he did; when he looked up from the plate, you touched the tip of his nose with the sticky syrup. “Who’s filthy now?” You asked with a smug smile.

“I don’t know…” He dipped his hand into the maple syrup and wiped it onto your cheek. “You?”

“Chris!” You laughed. “You’re going to pay for this.” You jumped off the bench and took a handful of icing sugar and threw it at his face. Your jaw dropped when you saw him dipped his hand into the Nutella jar, smirking. “Don’t you dare,” you told him and slowly backed away.

You tried to make a run for it but he caught your waist with one arm and smeared the Nutella on your face and into your hair. You screamed and laughed and squirmed in his arms. He laughed and held onto you tightly as he dragged you back to the table to add a touch of icing sugar on you.

“You’re looking absolutely delicious,” he chuckled and planted a kiss on your cheek.

“I’m going to have a lot of trouble trying to get all this mucky stuff out of my hair,” you pouted.

“I will be more than happy to help,” he whispered into your ear with a cheeky, flirtatious tone.

You turned around in his arms and wrapped your arms around his neck, smiling. You walked him back until he was half sat on the bench, you could tell from the smirk on his face that he was expecting something other than what you had planned. You leaned in inches away from his lips, it was a distraction so you could reach for the open jar of peanut butter and dip your hand into it. Just as he was about to kiss you, you scooped out a big dollop of peanut butter and smeared it into his hair. He made a face and groaned, pretending to be annoyed with you.

“I think you’re going to be way to busy with your own hair,” you giggled, biting your lower lip.

“Alright, alright.” He chuckled. “Let’s call it a truce and eat ‘cause as fun as this is, I’m starving.”

“Okay,” you nodded, smiling.

You and Chris continued eating breakfast with maple syrup, peanut butter, Nutella, flour, and icing sugar, on your clothes, in your hair and all over your faces. As a materialistic actress, you would usually mind being covered in anything other than Chanel but it was different with Chris, you could be covered in mud and be comfortably okay.

“I’m going to go have a shower,” you said and hopped off the island bench top. He nodded and followed behind you as you headed for the stairs. You chuckled and turned around, stopping him with my hand. “Alone, Captain.”

“Aw…” he pouted.

“But you can go have a shower with the kitchen,” you chuckled. “It is dirtier than I am and I’m sure it’ll appreciate the help in cleaning it up. So…Chop chop,” you clapped your hands in his face and he chuckled.

“Are you really going to make me clean up alone?”

“Well…You did start the food fight,” I winced. “It’s only fair that the one who started it, ends it.”

“I don’t want to clean up by myself…” He whined and you pouted, giving him your best puppy dog eyes; his weakness. “Fine, I’ll clean up.” He grumbled and you smiled. “You go have your shower. Time limit of half an hour, please. I too would like to get all this muck off me.”

“Thank you, baby,” you smiled and pecked him on the lips before skipping out of the kitchen.

“You’d be better off without me.”

“Do you actually believe that?”

"Yes I do.”

“Well it’s a bullshit.”

“I don’t think so.”

“But I do and I am going to argue about it with you for as long as it’s needed.”

“There is no point I already made my mind.”

“So you want to tell me it was all a lie? All those years together?”

“I am saying it would be better if you have never met me.”

“You want me out of your life.”


“Well there is a easy way for that. Just say that you don’t love me.”


“No. Say it. Say that you never really loved me and you never will.”


“Just be a man Oliver and do it!”

“I can’t…”

“You are a fucking coward! I don’t even know why I love you so much and why I can’t stop…it would be so much easier to just hate you but I can’t…why don’t you fight for me? Do you really not love me?”

“God Felicity of course I do. I love you more than my own life, that’s why I don’t want to drag you down with me.”

“Have you ever thought that maybe I won’t let that happen? I will fight for both of us if necessary.”

“I don’t deserve you.”

“But you have me so don’t push me away. Can you do that for once?”

“I can try.”

“Good. That’s a good start.”

“I am sorry.”

“Oh Oliver. I love you okay? With your flaws and eveything. I will always be by your side.”

“I am such a fuck up.”

“That’s okay I accept all of you. I won’t let you push me away so quickly.”

“I still think you would be better…”

“Well thankfully I am the brain in this relationship so not getting rid of me.”

“I really need your strenght Felicity more than ever.”

“You have it, just like you have me.”

“Thank you, thank you for everything.”

“Always my love.”