i love his eyes when the gif starts

Imagine you threat Peter with somthing silly

You live directly over Peter with your dad and brother. So every morning the two of you walk together and Peter usually uses the fire escape to climb to your window and come in.“Y/N you ready to go?” Peter climbs into your room as you grab your bag. “Yup let’s go!” The two of you say bye to your dad and head out to the street. Peter notices that your phone is in your back pocket and smirks. He snatches it swiftly and starts running. “Peter where are you going?!” He turns waving the phone. “Catch me if you want it back!” You curse quitly and start running through a crowd of people. Your eyes stay on Peter as you catch up when suddenly he turns into an alley. You go after him and find his not there. “Peter?” Then you see a shadow behide you. Moving quickly on your feet you turn around and pin the brown eyed boy against the wall. “Peter I hate you.” You say glaring at him as you both catch your breath.“Oh come in you love me.” He says smiling wide. “Well lover boy I would like my phone back now.” You say letting go of him and putting your hand out. Peter moves slowly taking his time to get it out of his pocket. “I swear Parker if you don’t hand it ov-” “What Y/N? What are you going to do?” He asks smirking knowing that you would never hurt him. “I’LL-I’Ll Ummm… HIT YOUR LIPS WITH MINE SOftly because I like you and I can’t hurt you.” Laughter rolls out of the Peter in to alley. You roll your eyes and press your lips on his to shut him up. He gets startled but responds to the kiss. You break the kiss putting your forehead against his. “See I told you I would.” He giggles and says, “Well you sure showed me didn’t you.” “Yep.” You say befor dashing off with both of your phones towards school.

I’m Not Leaving


Characters: Jensen x Reader

Warnings: angst, discussion of a miscarriage (Please don’t read if this is a trigger for you)

Word Count: 806

A/N: 6k Celebration and One Year Fic-i-verary Celebration Fic ONE. The line requested was, “I just can’t keep pretending everything’s alright.” It will be highlighted in the fic. I coupled it with this gif and turned it into a Jensen Gif Blurb. This is written for my sweet Rose, @winchester-writes Hope this is angsty enough for you boo. 

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“A start?” said Ellaria Sand, incredulous. “Gods forbid. I would it were a finish. Tywin Lannister is dead. So are Robert Baratheon, Amory Lorch, and now Gregor Clegane, all those who had a hand in murdering Elia and her children. Even Joffrey, who was not yet born when Elia died. I saw the boy perish with mine own eyes, clawing at his throat as he tried to draw a breath. Who else is there to kill? Do Myrcella and Tommen need to die so the shades of Rhaenys and Aegon can be at rest? Where does it end?

(…)

Ellaria’s cheeks were wet with tears, her dark eyes shining. Even weeping, she has a strength in her, the captain thought.

“Oberyn wanted vengeance for Elia. Now the three of you want vengeance for him. I have four daughters, I remind you. Your sisters. My Elia is fourteen, almost a woman. Obella is twelve, on the brink of maidenhood. They worship you, as Dorea and Loreza worship them. If you should die, must El and Obella seek vengeance for you, then Dorea and Loree for them? Is that how it goes, round and round forever? I ask again, where does it end?” Ellaria Sand laid her hand on the Mountain’s head. “I saw your father die. Here is his killer. Can I take a skull to bed with me, to give me comfort in the night? Will it make me laugh, write me songs, care for me when I am old and sick?" ― The Watcher, A Dance with Dragons.

Imagine sneaking off with Chris.

You sat at a table sipping cocktails and gossiping with Scarlett, Hayley, and Cobie while Chris, drank beer on the other side of the room with Robert, Sebastian, and Mark. The two of you were in attendance of a MCU office party; Kevin’s way of letting his cast and crew let loose and have fun before he dropped the hammer on all of you with Infinity War. The calm before the storm, as Chris put it.

Speaking of Chris, he was subtly watching you over his beer. He’d been trying to get your attention for the past fifteen minutes so he could get you to sneak off with him, but you were yet to look over. He wanted some time alone with his best friend on the roof; the usual spot the two of you would go to at every office party after an hour of mingling. The more time he spent with you, the more he grew tired of being just friends. He’d always kept that to himself because the last thing he wanted was to screw things up, but seeing you in that white lace dress, smiling and laughing like an angel- he couldn’t hold back his feelings anymore.

The two of you’d been friends for almost seven years now; you’d met Chris while on the set of ‘The Losers’ and immediately hit it off. You quickly became best friends, and though there was a slight attraction between the two of you- nothing ever happened because you were both in relationships at the time. Even after you both became available, there was a mutual agreement that the friendship was too important to screw up, so again- nothing happened despite how badly both of you wanted something to. Something almost happened at the premiere of 'The Winter Soldier’, and again at the 'Avengers: Age of Ultron’ viewing party. The 'will they, won’t they?’ eventually reached a point where your friends, families, and co-workers felt the need to start a pool.

“You know you can just walk over there, right?” Sebastian reminded Chris when he noticed him staring at you. Chris quickly darted his gaze away, feigning innocence; the three men in his company chuckled. “You know we all know you like her, right?”

“Well, she is one of my best friends,” Chris retorted, running a hand over his hair; a nervous tick. Sebastian, Robert, and Mark shot him a weary gaze and he sighed, “what? We’re good as friends, we’ve established that.”

“You’ve been staring at her with heart eyes for the past fifteen minutes,” Robert chuckled. “There is no way you’re fine with just being her friend.” Chris made no effort to respond, he just sipped at his beer. “She likes you too, you know.” He said and Chris choked on his beer. “She’s just afraid of losing you as a friend if things don’t work out.”

“But it’s obvious that’s not going to happen,” Mark continued, “so just go and make your move. The two of you would be so good together, you’d be like Hollywood’s new power couple.” Chris chuckled softly at that, blushing at the thought of being with you. “Go, Chris,” he urged.

“Go,” Sebastian and Robert agreed.

“If you won’t,” Sebastian joked, “I will.”

“Fine,” Chris chuckled and downed his beer. “Wish me luck.”

You caught Chris’ gaze before he reached you, he beckoned his head in the direction of you roof and you nodded, smiling. He walked off in that direction, grabbing his coat on his way up; you excused yourself from your table and did the same. Scarlett, Hayley, and Cobie squealed when they saw looked over to Sebastian, Robert, and Mark who were winking and giving them thumbs up from the bar. Perhaps tonight was the night they could finally end the pool and give the world the couple they wanted; Chris Evans and Y/N Y/L/N.

“Aw man,” Chris groaned, pretending to be annoyed when he saw you.

“What?” You chuckled; confusion contorted in your expression.

“You were meant to come up without a coat so I could give you mine,” he said then laughed when you did. “As always, you’re your own hero.” He teased and you rolled your eyes, playfully shoving him when you reached his side.

“You’re such an idiot sometimes,” you chuckled softly.

“You still love me, so- whatever works, right?” He smiled when you did.

There was a short moment of silence that gave Chris the opportunity he needed to talk to you about becoming something more and to confess his love for you, but before he could push past his nerves and start- you spoke.

“There’s a reason you brought me up here, isn’t there?” You asked him, turning away from the city’s beautiful skyline to meet Chris’ as beautiful blue eyes. “This isn’t one of our usual hang-out-and-escape-from-the-crowd rendezvous?”

His immediate reaction was to back out so he didn’t screw up what he had with you, but when he paused and watched you intently- he realized he couldn’t play it safe anymore. He wanted- no, he needed to be with you. He was done fantasizing about the life he could have with you, he wanted to make it happen. He wanted to marry you and buy a house with you and have children with you; you were his one and he’d known that for a while now. It was time he stopped stalling and started doing even if it meant leaping out of his comfort zone.

“No, it’s not,” he shook his head. “I brought you up here to tell you I love you and I can’t just be friends with you anymore.” You felt your heart skip a beat at that confession. “I don’t know why or how nothing’s happened between us yet considering there were so many moments where something almost did. I don’t know what’s holding us back, but I’m done letting it. I’m putting all my cards on the table, I’m all in. I want to be with you,” he said, taking your hands in his.

“I want to be with you too,” you smiled, squeezing his hands. “I’ve wanted to be with you for so long now, I just-” He cut you off, pulling you into his arms and pressing his lips against yours. The two of you’d kissed before because of your roles, but it was nothing like this kiss; this kiss took both your breaths away. “Wow,” you breathed when he broke it, pressing his forehead against yours.

“Wow is right,” he chuckled softly, rubbing gentle circles into your sides. “Why have we never kissed like that on-screen before?” He quizzed and you laughed. “It would’ve definitely sped things up for us romantically, and- professionally? Think of all the awards we could’ve won for best on-screen kiss.”

“Shut up and just kiss me.” You lifted your head, reaching to meet his lips but he pulled back before they could touch. “What are you doing?” You chuckled softly, narrowing your eyes at his deeply flushed cheeks. “What are you looking at?” You turned to follow his gaze which was locked on something behind you; heat rushed to your cheeks and your jaw dropped at the sight of your cast members.

“Finally!” They all cheered.

“Oh God,” you buried your face into Chris’ chest, which was quivering with laughter.

“Yeah,” Chris pressed a kiss to the top of your head, “we’re never going to hear the end of this.”

Forgive me Father, for I have sinned. 

You stare at the closed door in front of you and take a deep breath for the third time tonight. You’re standing outside your boyfriend’s apartment, like you’ve done a thousand times before. It’s the same chipped and faded paint on the wood you’ve seen that has been etched into your memory, along with the same useless doorbell that never works- But it all feels different, because of what you’ve come here to do.

You are completely, totally, hopelessly in love with Daveed Diggs. He feels the same way about you, you know he does. He’s expressed it breathlessly between kisses, in dorky love letters, and in a song coupled with Lin’s awkward beatboxing in the background. And because the two of you are in love, you want to do what people who are in love do.

In the year that you’ve been dating he has mostly managed to keep his hands off of you. You never went much further than the occasional hasty make out session on the couch, but lately you’d been wanting more. You came to his apartment with the intention of finally, finally taking that next step with him. You are worried about one thing, though, since you are an absolutely clueless virgin. You’ve never done this before, but have always imagined how it would go… your first time being so intimate with another human being. Thinking it through from the last couple of days, you convinced yourself you had nothing to worry about. He’s always been so caring with you, and you’re not a child. You know how this works.

You finally knock on the door, smoothing out your dress and fixing your hair as you wait. You’ve chosen to wear something that you know makes you look irresistible-a short, sleeveless dress, lace tights, and your lucky heels, all in black. It should definitely do the trick.

Soft footsteps come closer, and the door opens to reveal your boyfriend, messy haired and as cute as ever.

“Hey, Y/N,” He beams at you, his brown eyes shining with joy from your surprise of just randomly showing at his door. He’s so cute that you nearly forget to respond.

“Hi, Dave. Mind if I come inside?” You smile back, trying to add an edge to your voice that you hope is anything near sexy.

“Not at all, sugar,” He ushers you inside and kisses your cheek as you brush past him. “What inspired this visit?” He hums against your neck, slipping his arms around your waist.

“Oh, nothing, I just wanted to see you. That’s all,” You reply coyly.

“Well, you’re always welcome here. I can never get enough of you,” He’s still smiling at you, although it’s more of a smirk now. Maybe he knows what you’re up to. Still in an almost-embrace, you drift into the living room and onto the couch.

“Do you want a drink? I could get us some beers,” Daveed asks.

“How about something a little more… sophisticated?” You suggest sinking your vision to his eyes, hoping that you’re still being subtle.

He must have caught on to your plan, because his eyebrows quirk up, like they always do when he’s in a playful mood. “Coming right up, doll,” he says and whisks to the kitchen and returns shortly with two blood-red glasses. When he gives you yours your hands touch and linger. It’s as if every time your skin has come into contact, from the kiss at the door to this quick moment, sparks have flown between the two of you. Even making eye contact with him over the rim of your glass has you feeling hot all over.

It doesn’t take long before both of your glasses are drained and you’re basically in his lap, toying with the buttons at the top of his shirt. You kick off your shoes so you can bring your feet up on the couch. Looking down at you, he pulls you closer to him, as if it were even possible. It’s still chaste and innocent. You’re only playing with each other’s hair, looking into each other’s eyes. His gaze keeps flicking down to your lips, which you had agonized over for some time, delicately painting on the perfect shade of red. Then his lips are on yours, soft at first and then building up to something dangerous and reckless. There’s teeth, there’s tongue, it’s filthy and you love it. Your lipstick is definitely ruined but you couldn’t care less.

He pushes you onto your back, suddenly harsh and commanding. He has total control over you, and you’re just helplessly needy, arching into his touch and chasing those wonderful feelings he’s giving you. There’s that sinful thing he does with his tongue, and the way he keeps grinding his hips where your dress has ridden up… It’s too much and not enough.

“Maybe we should… Mmf… Go to your room?” You ask as he stops his assault on your lips to nibble at your collarbone.

He simply nods, holding your hand on the way there and looking at you like he wants to devour you. He throws you onto the bed, making you squeak in surprise. “I want you, and I’m going to take you… I’ll make you mine, babydoll…” He murmurs and literally tears your tights off your legs. The amount of force he’s using begins to scare you.

Your dress is the next to go. Thankfully, he manages to keep it in one piece. Now you’re fully exposed, except for a thin lace bra which he makes quick work of. He’s straddling you at this point, and you can feel his erection straining in his skinny jeans. “You’re so fucking beautiful, Y/N.” He growls as he takes in the expanse of your bare body. Even though it’s a compliment, it sounds almost predatory.

His clothes come off quickly. You want to take a second to let the fact sink in that you’re skin to skin with the love of your life, but he’s moving so fast you don’t have the time. It’s too frantic. Every touch is fleeting; every brush of your lips is too rushed.

“It’s been such a long time, sweetheart. You’re so gorgeous. I might have to skip the foreplay. I need to feel you, now,” He growls and pounces on you, and starts rutting his cock against your opening. It’s nice- but your eyes widen when you realize exactly how big he is. You were not expecting it to be so thick or so long, and you find yourself wondering how on Earth that is going to fit inside you. “Mmm… You’re going to feel me for days. You’ll be so wrecked when I’m through with you…” He’s pressing harder, sending prickles of pain throughout your body and your heart is racing. You want to back out, but it must be too late now. He’s starts to force it in you and it’s too much too soon- you cry out in pain.

“It’s okay, it will be better soon, it’s just been a while-” he begins to soothe you, his eyes closed and running his hands over your arms.

“No, no, no- I’m a virgin. I’m a virgin, Daveed.” You blurt out.

“You’re what?” He stops immediately, and pulls out to scoop you up in his arms.

“I’ve never had sex. I’m sorry… I’m sorry I didn’t tell you,” tears practically falling out as you admitted it. “I thought it would be fine, but you were being so rough, and you were bigger than I expected and…” You trail off, pressing your face into his bare shoulder.

“Oh my God, I’m so sorry Y/N.” He strokes your hair, kissing your forehead softly. “I’m so, so sorry. I shouldn’t have assumed that you’d done this before. I don’t know what I was thinking. Why didn’t you tell me? I would have made it better for you.”

“I don’t know.” You sigh. “I wanted everything to go smoothly.”

“That worked out really well.” He says sarcastically, trying to pull a joke. He must have noticed your worried expression because he adds, “I’m not mad at you, babe. Don’t worry. Just be honest with me in the future, okay?”

You nod meekly, and then smile at him, which he returns happily. Then he wraps you in another hug. “I didn’t say we had to stop. I only said we should go slower., You whisper, glancing at him and biting your lower lip.

“Will you be okay if I touch you?” he asks cautiously. He seems more afraid than you are, now. You find yourself unable to believe that he cares about you so much.

“Yes,” you breathe out.

He lets his hands run over you, in no rush. This time he worships you; he treats you like a queen. Daveed memorizes every dip and curve, delicately tracing every freckle and scar. It seems like an eternity before he reaches the place you need him to be. His fingers touch your clit hesitantly at first, but he moves faster as you let out whines and gasps of pleasure. “Do you like that, sugar?” he asks, smirking, obviously proud of the reactions he’s retrieving from you.

“Oh God, yes…” you cut yourself off with a moan when a finger enters you. It’s seconds before he finds the spot that has you begging for more and bucking into his hand. Then it’s joined by another, and you wince at the stretch but never stop the stream of noises and incoherent curses leaving your mouth.

“So wet… I think you’re ready, doll,” He retracts his fingers and guides you onto your back. He’s above you, now; knees braced on either side of you. You’re still shaking, but he’s still lending you soothing touches. Every time you look at him you find yourself reassured, somehow. It reminds you that all he wants tonight is to make you feel as special as he thinks you are. “I’ll be careful, I promise,” Daveed motions and kisses your forehead. Then he’s pushing in, as slow as he promised. He watches you carefully, ready to pull out at the first sign that you’re in pain. Your eyes are shut tight as you try to ignore the slight stretch. “Hey, look at me.” He tilts your chin up and you look at him. He’s absolutely bewitching like this, towering over you, beautiful eyes glinting and full of an intoxicating combination of adoration and lust. “Are you okay?”

“Yes,” you say. He takes this as his cue to slide in fully, eliciting a pained whimper from you. Immediately he’s planting quick, sloppy kisses to your neck, mumbling apologies and promises about how good it’s going to feel. You’re not sure if you believe him until he starts to move. Somehow he’s managed to reach a place you never knew existed, and each time he rubs against it you’re overcome with such an intense want for him. You moan out loud, shamefully loud, and he grins against your skin. Heat spreads over you, radiating from every point where your body connects with his. He keeps making all these wonderful, lewd noises- groans and breathy “oh fuck”s and unintelligible praise. The unhurried roll of his hips is driving you mad with bliss, to the point where you’re almost delirious.

“You’re so perfect, Y/N,” He groans. You try to respond, but you’re so overwhelmed by aching need and the heavenly drag of his cock in an out of you that you can’t manage more than desperate panting. You’re trembling beneath him, consumed with unfamiliar feelings and a fire that keeps threatening to break loose in your body. Unfathomable ecstasy washes over you when he finds your clit again, rubbing it to the beat of his thrusts. “I want to see you become undone for me,” he purrs.

So you do. It’s everything you thought it would be- heaven, paradise, a high you know you could never get from any drug. Your release triggers his, and you watch his face contort in euphoria.

Still in a haze, you untangle yourselves. He pulls you close to him, your back against his chest. Both of you are sweaty and practically burning up from your previous activities, but you don’t mind at all. “That was… amazing. You’re amazing,” He mumbles into your hair.

“You’re not too bad yourself.” You giggle, exhausted from your adventure.

“I love you so much, you know that, right?” You turn to face him and he props himself up on an elbow.

“Of course I do. I love you, too,” you say, and you mean it. He smiles and pecks you on the lips.

“I am sorry about your underwear though…”

The Dark Side

Summary: Both the reader and Jughead don’t know what to call what they have, but they do know they both want more. When Jughead shows up wearing a Southside Serpent jacket, it forces things into motion. 

Word Count: 1141

Author’s note: Okay this might be short but I can assure you it’s filled with both smut AND fluff…it’s gonna hit you in the feels! I wanted to write something for people who don’t like long stories:)

Tonight had been full of surprises, and when you heard a knock on the door you knew they weren’t finished yet. Currently you were sitting on the kitchen counter in FP’s trailer, your arms wrapped around Jughead’s neck while his were around your waist.

He stopped kissing your neck when he heard the knocking again, “ What’s a guy gotta do to get some privacy around here?”. Laughing you urged him to go open the door, the quicker he opened the door the quicker you could go back to what you were doing.

Jughead opened the door, stepped outside, and was completely taken aback. There stood all the Southside Serpents, which was the last thing he expected to see. The leader stepped forward and explained that they were grateful FP didn’t name names, and this gratefulness extended to Jughead.

He handed Jughead a Serpent jacket, and let him know that they were only a call away if he ever needed it. Jughead immediately put it on, but he wasn’t really sure why. Stepping back into the trailer, he remembered you were there.

For a second Jughead was scared how you would react. The last thing he wanted was for you to reject him, especially because after the events of tonight he realized he loved you. Love was not something Jughead thought he deserved, but fuck you made him feel otherwise.

You both weren’t exactly together, but it wasn’t like you were messing around with other people. Jughead had always had feelings for you, but he didn’t know you felt the same way until some insisting from Archie and Betty.

It had all started once you signed up to help write for the Blue and Gold. You’d just moved here and had wanted to get to know some people, and with your love for writing signing up for the school paper just made sense.

You automatically became close with Betty, you were both positive and happy people. The difference was that you were more down to earth and Jughead loved you for that. You shared your happiness, not pushed it onto other people.

From the moment he saw you Jughead was attracted to you, and he remembered the moment like it was yesterday. He had been with Archie standing outside the classroom where they edited.

Jughead had stopped mid sentence, and also stopped walking altogether. Betty must’ve told you a joke because you were smiling, and Jughead didn’t know a strangers smile could make him feel so warm.

Your eyes lit up when you smiled too, and all he knew was that he wanted to be the reason you smiled like that. Archie picked up on it too, “ Why don’t you go talk to her Juggy, or I could-”.

Jughead placed a hand on Archie’s shoulder pulling him back, “ You need to choose between Cheryl and Veronica Arch, I don’t need to lose this one to the orange side too”. Archie of course just smiled, he’d been teasing Jughead.

Jughead walked over to the table where you and Betty had been sitting. Instantly you looked up, and when you looked him over you got butterflies in your stomach. He was somehow so beautiful but sexy at the same time.

He smiled at you and asked, “ Who have you recruited here for the dark side Betty?”. His joke made you laugh, god he was funny too? Betty opened her mouth but you intervened, “ You don’t need to be recruited for the dark side when you were born on it”.

That was of course a joke and to make sure he understood you winked. Jughead raised an eyebrow but smirked, “ You don’t seem like the type, maybe I’ll just have to test you out then”. Archie and Betty just looked to each other in shock, they’d never seen Jughead talk like this.

Was he flirting? Shrugging your shoulders you responded, “ Well then it’s a plan-”. He sat down, “ Jughead Jones”. For a moment he got scared that you might laugh at his name, he knew it was weird but everyone in Riverdale was used to it.

Smiling you responded, “ Jughead Jones…I like the sound of that. I’m (y/n) (y/l/n)”. Jughead sat down across from you, and from there it all just started. It was like from the moment you’d seen each other a fire had been ignited, and the flame just grew.

You’d become insanely close with Jughead and were now in this weird undefined relationship, but you wanted more. There was no one like Jughead Jones and you didn’t want anyone else. You loved him.

When you saw Jughead in the jacket you smiled, “ Am I going to have to pull a “Grease” and get a makeover because I-”. He just rolled his eyes and walked back over to you, resting his hands on your hips.

Jughead smiled, “ You don’t hate it?”. You ran your hands up and down the jacket, “You look fucking hot Juggy….I approve of the jacket”. Jughead smiled, feeling the relief wash over him.

Jughead wanted to trust you, but your face was telling him otherwise. He knew there was still something you weren’t telling him, whenever you bit your lip you were hiding something.

He looked to you with concern in his eyes, “ You can tell me anything (y/n) trust me”. You wanted to laugh, he was reading you completely wrong. Smirking you answered, “ It’s just I now have the urge to call you daddy when you’re wearing that but I didn’t know if you’d like that”.

Jughead bit his lip shaking his head, god he had read you wrong. He dragged down your bottom lip with his thumb, “ If that didn’t turn me on so much I’d kill you for making me so concerned”.

Shrugging your shoulders you explained, “ Killing the love of you life Jughead Jones? I thought we both agreed that dying for your partner was overrated and that Romeo and Juliet was-”.

You were cut off when Jughead kissed you, but you didn’t mind being interrupted that way. He broke the kiss to tell you, “ I love you (y/n)”. Smiling you decided you didn’t want to ruin the moment and stopped yourself from being sarcastic.

Wrapping your arms around his neck you replied, “ I love you too, I love you for who you are Jughead”. And in that moment Jughead finally felt safe, for once in his life he was finally home. Even though it was a sentimental moment he couldn’t help himself, “ You know you sound fucking hot calling me daddy (y/n)”.

He was mocking you from earlier, but you didn’t care. You both laughed for a moment until you realized how turned on you both were. Once again you kissed the love of your life, it had never felt better to be on the dark side.

It was hot. Way too hot. And there was no place to hide from the heat. Well there was inside, but due to being the hostess of this little get together you couldn’t hide indoors all day. You almost regretted planning this little shindig for the middle of summer but Harry had convinced you it’d be fun. Plus today was the only day everyone had off and could come together.

Harry and you had spent all morning getting the food prepped, the back yard set up, and the pool cleaned. People were set to start showing up any minute now. You were hoping maybe you’d have a minute to run inside, cool yourself off a bit, maybe apply some more deodorant. You looked at your phone to check the time, seeing that you had pretty much no time to do any of that. “Uugggghhhhh, noooo.” You whined under your breath.

“What was that for love? Not excited for our guests?” Harry chuckled. You rolled your eyes before you turned, pointing a finger at him. “Don’t even. You know I am excited to see everyone, and am happy we all finally can get together. But why does it have to be so bloody hot today?!” You stated as you wiped the sweat off your brow. “I just wanted one moment to run inside and cool down, maybe apply some more deodorant before guests arrived”

Harry walked up to you and wrapped his arms around your waist as you placed your arms around his neck. “Here lemme see…Ooh yeah, you do stink a bit” You smacked him upside his head. “Ouch okay, I’m just joking love. No need to get violent.” He chuckled and pressed a kiss to your cheek. “You do know that to answer the door you have to go inside? Which means, you can cool off in doing so and then you can send them outside to me and you just run upstairs real quick and do whatever you need”

You huffed. “Damnit, how come I didn’t think of that?!” Harry just stuck his tongue out at you in response. “Uhm excuse me Styles, put that thing back where it came from or so help me”

Harry let out a quick loud laugh. “Did you seriously just quote a children’s movie to scold me?” You just smirked and shrugged. “Wow, you watch way too many kids movies love”

You just rolled your eyes at him. “Well I do work as a Nanny H. With two kids under the age of 5 all you ever watch is kids movies or tv shows. I can’t help it if lines from it get stuck in my head from time to time. But you have no room to talk, you knew that was from a children’s movie!”

Harry pulled you into him and gave you a quick peck. “Let’s be honest with one another love. You watch kids movies even when you’re not working. You watch them at home and make me watch them with you. You’re a kid at heart” He smirked at you. You just rolled your eyes at him again, but smiled.

He was right, of course he was. You had seen more kids movies than adult movies probably. Or at least knew them better. You were a kid at heart, but that was what had attracted you to him. Your carefree, goofy, happy go lucky attitude instantly won him over. Sure it meant lots of kids movies but it also meant lots of laughs, smiles and someone to always keep his mood up. Also his heart warmed any time he saw you with the children you nannied for. He couldn’t wait till until the he got to watch you with your own children. Children that you two would have together. He would be done for then.

Harry smiled and leaned down to be eye level with you. “But that’s what I love about you.” He placed a sweet soft peck on your lips. You wrapped your arms back around his neck, and started kissed him back. Your kissing had started to turn into more when you heard the doorbell ring. You groaned.

“Well our guests await love. Go let them in, send them out to me and go freshen up if you still want” He shot you a smile and a wink, placed a kiss to your cheek before you removed your arms and started to walk inside the house.

You turned your head back to him before you got fully indoors. “Hey H?” He looked up from his phone, “Yes love?”

“I love you” You said with a smile. Harry smiled back at you, a small one, the one reserved for only you. “I love you too”

Imagine getting together with Chris.

A/N: Part 5 is here and I think I just died. OH MY GOD! As the writer, and as a reader- AHHHHHHHH! I’m sorry, I’m so calm right now. (No I am not, my heart) You can read the previous parts here: (Unexpected Reader - Part 1/Part 2/Part 3A/3B/Part 4A/4B) Please enjoy! X

Chris laid sprawled on his couch with furrowed brows, tapping his TV remote against his bare chest. It was 1:48AM and he had an early morning meeting tomorrow, but he was still wide awake. He couldn’t sleep because he had too much on his mind, like the fact that you were yet to read the letter he’d left- admitting his love for you- at your apartment. Since he left said letter at said apartment, with each hour that ticked by- he’d been texting your best friend asking if you’d read it. Each time, he’d get a text back from Ava telling him the same thing: “she’s not home yet.” It finally got to the ninth hour at 11:00PM that he stopped texting Ava and texted you instead, not to ask about the letter but to see if you were okay. Which brought forth the other thing that was keeping him up.

Chris had texted you to ask if you were okay, and you’d sent back a simple “perfect.” Now what was that suppose to mean? Were you perfect because your date with Sam went well? Were you perfect because you’d read his letter and was thinking about your answer? No, you couldn’t have read the letter already. You wouldn’t have just texted if you’d read it. He knew you and he knew you would’ve called if you’d read it, unless- you didn’t feel the same way, or had changed your mind about him since hearing about Scarlett and going on that date with Sam. He should’ve addressed that rumor the second it came out, talked to you about it instead of calling Scarlett and laughing about it. If he lost you because of it, it was his fault and his fault alone.

“What am I going to do, bud?” Chris asked Dodger, his best friend who was half asleep by his feet. “What am I going to do if I lose her?” Dodger looked up when Chris sat up and reached down to smooth his hand over his pup’s head. “She’s the one and I was too afraid to tell her that when I had the chance, and now-” He cut himself off with a huff, scratching Dodger’s head ever so gently. “I’m a real fucking idiot, aren’t I?”

“I’d say.”

Chris was so distracted that he didn’t even hear you come in from the back door; you’d a set of keys because he trusted you and occasionally needed you to come take care of Dodger for him. He jumped to his feet, feeling his heart in his throat. You were crying, but it was out of pure and utter joy as well as love for the man standing in front of you. His lips parted and he tried to speak, but no sound came forth. He’d play a thousand different scenarios in his head and ways to respond, but now that it was actually happening- he’d no clue what to say. He stepped over Dodger and started towards you, stopping when you took a step back. You held up the letter that you’d read four times in the cab ride over with the help of your iPhone’s torch. Each time you’d read it- you fell even harder for Chris; words you wanted to use to form a response danced in your mind. But now, as you stood in front of him, you couldn’t speak either. God, the two of you were made for each other.

“Y/N, I’m not dating Scarlett,” Chris finally spoke. Upon hearing those words leave his mouth, he wanted to slap himself. As important as that piece of information was, he wished his first words to you were “I love you.” Which was what he said next, drawing more happy tears from your eyes. “Please don’t cry,” he pleaded as he started towards you again, stopping when you held up a hand.

“I’m sorry, I just- I need a moment,” you told him and he nodded understandingly. “I um- This was-” you held up the letter, smiling. “It was a very Fan fic Chris thing to do,” you said and you both managed a light laugh. “How did you learn to write like that? Those first two paragraphs-”

“Y/N,” he cut you off, chuckling. “I don’t think we need to talk about my writing capabilities right this very second, do you?” He quizzed and you shook your head, swallowing. “You came here to tell me something,” he began as he slowly inched closer to you; step by step. “You came here to answer a question, to confess your true feelings.” You nodded slowly, feeling your heart on the verge of exploding. “So how about,” he grabbed you by the waist and pulled you towards him, “we get to that?”

“You’re not wearing a shirt,” you blurted out and grimaced at how awkward you were. Chris laughed, because how awkward you were was one of the things he loved about you. “I um…” You couldn’t believe how difficult it was to talk around a shirtless Chris; how his female co-stars managed was beyond you. His hands rubbing small, gentle circles into your sides weren’t helping your ability to speak coherently either. “Can you-” you put a hand on his chest to push him back; his heat radiated through your palm. “I just need some space so I can think.”

“I think we’ve done enough thinking, don’t you?” He returned to his original position, but this time a little closer and his grip a little tighter. “I’m done thinking and so are you,” he whispered as he dipped his head. With his lips inches from yours, his minty breath warm against your cheeks. “Do you love me?” He asked gently and you felt yourself nod as you got lost in his eyes; he smiled so wide, his pearly whites blinded you. “Do you want to kiss me?” He asked and got another breathless nod from you. “Good, because I love you and I want to kiss you too.”

The second his lips touched yours, everything fell into place. You realized that saying was a cliché you’d used many times before, in a quite a few of your stories, but not once had you truly understood or felt what you wrote. Not until now, not until you had Chris’ soft and supple lips pressed against yours. It was insane how good and how right it felt, and how many more clichés played through your mind. “He kissed you like your lips were the air that he needed to breathe”, and “he kissed you like there was no tomorrow”, and “his lips touched yours and sparks flew.” In that very moment, as his hands gently caressed your face while his lips worked against yours tenderly, attentively, and passionately- you lived through every romantic, breathtaking kiss scene you’d ever written. It felt like pure and utter magic- and yes, you realized that was yet another cliché but God, you didn’t care. You were happy because you were kissing the one you could, and had pictured forever with.

“Fuck,” Chris breathed when he broke the kiss, resting his forehead against yours. “Sorry,” he chuckled breathlessly and you shook your head, smiling. You could feel how flaming hot your cheeks were, as well as how wide your smile was; it was wider than it’d ever been. “I don’t mean to swear in your face, I just- that was fucking amazing. I mean- Fuck,” he cussed again, laughing. “You have no idea how long I’ve been wanting to do that.”

“Why don’t you do it again?” Your arms wrapped around his neck as you inched closer to his lips.

You didn’t have to ask him twice; he chuckled and kissed you again, moaning ever so softly when your hands found their way into his un-gelled hair. Now you weren’t a girl he wanted to rush things with because he respected you, but he was so swept up- in the passion, and the romance, and the very obvious lust in the air- that he couldn’t help himself. His hands reached under your thighs and he swiftly lifted you up, wrapping your legs around his waist. You knew what was happening and what would happen if you let it, and though you always promised your mom you wouldn’t rush into things- this was Chris and she’d always wished you’d end up with him after reading your series. Now that the opportunity had arise, surely she wouldn’t blame you for taking things a little faster than usual. It wasn’t like he was going to run out on you, the letter made it pretty damn clear he was here to stay.

He broke the kiss and smiled, carrying you as he started towards the stairs. He didn’t know who to thank for you, just every thread in the universe that brought the two of you together. You did the same thing, brushing his bearded cheek with your thumb.

“Does Ava know you’re not going to be there when she wakes up?” That question was his subtle was of asking for consent; he wouldn’t and couldn’t do anything you were uncomfortable with. He knew the hold he had on you, but he’d never use it to his advantage. Similarly, you knew the hold you had on him and you’d never use that to your advantage either.

“I think Ava will figure it out.”

“Yeah,” Chris bit back his growing smile, “I think she will too.”

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Pairing: Jax Teller x Reader

Warnings: Swearing

Summary: You’ve been working at the shop for a while now, and have formed a crush on Jax and he has one on you, but you don’t know. You get jealous when he starts to flirt with a Crow Eater at a party and you confront him about it, but spill your feelings for him. 

I’ve Always Loved You

“Hey (Y/N), the boys are throwing a party tonight. Are you going?” Cherry swirled on the spinny chair behind the office desk.i could hear the bubble gum popping between her teeth. I look up to see her with a smirk playing at her lips. I have been working at the club for a couple months now, after Gemma hired me. Everyone has been really welcoming and I love my job. There is one problem though, I have a huge crush on the VP of the Sons of Anarchy. He’s way out if my league and will never have feelings for me, but a girl can dream.

“I don’t know? I was just thinking about staying in tonight.” I look back down at the paper work and I hear her chuckle.

“Come on, Jax is gonna be there. I know you want to see him.” Cherry’s heels clicked across the cemet and I chewed on my lip.

“I don’t kn-”

“Just say yes! Don’t be prude. Also, this might be your only chance to get close to Jax.” She nudged me with her elbow and I giggled. Cherry was my best friend, and the only one who knew about my feelings for Jax. I helped him through a lot when it came to Abel and Wendy. He talked to me about the club, and I felt like he really trusted me. He was such a good friend. He helped me with a lot of my problems as well.

“Fine! I’ll go!”

“Where are you going?” I hear a familiar deep voice and butterflies errupt in my stomach. I spin around to see the blonde haired, buff, man in front of me. Jax Teller.

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Imagine Chris thanking you in his speech.

A/N: Hi hi, I’m back from my hiatus. I didn’t really plan for a hiatus, I’ve just been busy with work and suffering from a bit of a writer’s block. (You can tell I’m still suffering a little because this one’s kind of a mess) Anyhoo, this is a request from @shadowprincess0218. Hope you enjoy it. X

“Oh God,” Chris mumbled under his breath when Jennifer Lawrence finished her speech. You glanced over at your husband, whose hand was now adjusting his tie as a nervous tick. “My category is next,” he said to himself then swallowed the lump in his throat.

“You’re going to be fine.” You assured him, placing your hand on his knee and giving it an assuring squeeze under the table. “Stop fiddling, you’re going to mess up your tie.” You told him but his hand remained on his tie, adjusting and readjusting.

“Why aren’t you nervous?” He raised an eyebrow, glancing at you before focusing his attention back on his perfectly fine tie. “It’s your screenplay I directed, it’s your work on the line too.” He reminded you and you chuckled. “Martin Scorsese won best director for your last screenplay, what if I don’t win one for this one?”

“You will because you’re an amazing director, you wouldn’t have gotten a nomination if you weren’t. Stop, Chris.” You chuckled softly and wrapped your hand around his wrist, pulling his hand away from the tie that he would not stop adjusting. “No matter how many times you adjust that tie, you’re still going to be nervous. Just-” You slipped your cool, dry hand into his clammy one. “Hold my hand and breathe.”

“But my hand is all clammy.” He told you as he tried to pull his hand from yours, only to have you tighten your grip by entwining your fingers with his. “Right,” he chuckled softly, “you don’t care about that. Thank you,” he pressed a kiss to the side of your head and you smiled.

“Let’s move on to our next category, best director.” Your dear friend and husband’s co-star, Robert Downey Jr.- the host of the 89th annual Academy Awards- started. You glanced at Chris when you felt him tense in his seat next to you. “Please put your hands together for Scarlett Johansson and Jeremy Renner, two people I’m proud to call my friends, to present the next award.”

The crowd erupted into an applause as Scarlett and Jeremy walked out, they hugged Robert before stepping in front of the podium with the golden envelope that had the information that could make or break yours and Chris’ heart. You weren’t all that concerned about your screenplay getting best director, you were more concerned about your husband getting it because he was an amazing director who deserved all the recognition in the world. Now it was your turn to fiddle; your hand reached for your clover necklace which you wore whenever you felt you needed the luck, and you definitely needed it now. You knew your husband was very talented but talent wasn’t always what got you an Oscar; Leonardo DiCaprio had incredible talent but he only had one Oscar, you could only hope Chris wasn’t as unlucky as Leo.

“And the nominees for best director are…”

You lost focus on Scarlett’s voice when you heard Chris mutter, “I feel sick.” You turned to him and chuckled softly, giving his hand a light squeeze. “I know it’s nerves but- I genuinely feel like I’m going to throw up. Can you do something to distract me?”

“I could kiss you but I’m afraid you’ll throw up in my mouth,” you told him and he chuckled. “Just keep your eyes on me, focus on my touch, and match my breaths.” You instructed and he followed. “How did you manage award shows before me, Christopher Evans?” You teased him and he chuckled again.

“With great difficulty.”

“And the best director award goes to…” You and Chris turned to the stage as Scarlett opened the envelope. Both her and Jeremy’s smile reached their eyes and you felt your heart skip a beat. Could it be? Was Chris’ name inside the envelope? “Chris Evans!”

Applause and cheers broke out around the two of you. You knew what had just happened but Chris was still in a daze, only realizing it was his name that was called when you pulled your hand away to give him the standing ovation he deserved. He rose to his feet and hugged you tightly, kissing your cheek and whispering an “I love you” in your ear before making his way to the stage.

“Good job, Dorito.” Robert patted him on the back as he walked past.

“Congratulations, Chris,” Scarlett passed him the Oscar then hugged him tightly.

“You deserve it, man.” Jeremy smiled and shook his hand before leaving him to his speech.

The crowd settled and you sat back down as Chris took the podium, he looked at his award then looked out into the crowd at you with a wide smile. You felt tears well in your eyes out of pure adoration and joy for your husband; he was finally getting recognized for something other than his good looks. He was very handsome- there was no doubt about it- but he was so much more than that which was why he enjoyed directing; directing got people talking about his talent rather than his physical appearance.

“Wow,” Chris began speaking and the crowd fell silent. “This is incredibly surreal. I always thought that I’d only ever be up here to present an award, never in a million years did I think I’d get a nomination- let alone a win. I’m incredibly grateful for this opportunity so thank you to the Academy.” The crowd clapped. “And now for the more personal thank yous. To my mom and dad, for giving me the chance to pursue my passion. To Anne, my agent, who got me the jobs that brought me here. And of course, to my beautiful wife, Y/N, who has only made my already wonderful life better with each passing day.”

You smiled and wiped away a tear that fell unknowingly.

“Without you, sweetheart, my life and all of this would be meaningless.” He told you and your smile widened. “You give me all the support and love I need to get through each day and- I just- I wouldn’t be here without you.” He glanced at his Oscar then chuckled, “like literally because she is the reason I had a movie to direct in the first place. Without your talent, I wouldn’t be able to apply mine and I wouldn’t have this Oscar so- from the bottom of my heart, thank you. Thank you for being so talented, thank you for trusting me with your work, and thank you for being the light in my life. I love you, Y/N.” He said and smiled when you mouthed the same three words back.

The music started playing which gave Chris his cue to make his exit and return to your side. “Aren’t they just the cutest?” Robert teased as Chris disappeared back stage with Scarlett and Jeremy. “You should see them when we have them over for dinner, with their heart eyes and their hands all over each other.” You shook your head at Robert, biting back your smile. “Congratulations Chris, and Y/N. Your screenplay got him best director, let’s see if it gets you best screenplay,” he reminded you of your nomination and you suddenly felt the same nerves Chris did earlier. “Let’s move on to the next category, shall we?”

Your nerves disappeared and you redirected your attention when Chris returned; he wrapped his arms around you as you wrapped yours around him. “I told you you’d win,” you whispered as you pulled away. “I didn’t marry you for your good looks, you know.” You teased him and he chuckled, dipping his head to kiss you ever so tenderly on the lips.

“I know,” he whispered when he broke the kiss, “you married me for my Oscar.”

“Like I need yours when I have three at home,” you poked his side and he laughed.

Unconfident Daryl

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


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“WalMart baby!” You giggle.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I’m too rough.” He rumbles.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Snowed in

Word count: 3,426

Warning: smut

Request: You and Kai get lost and get stuck in a cabin because of a storm

Getting asked to go on a trip to the mountains with Damon, Elena and the rest of them seemed extremelly fun. You could have used some time out in the opening and this one even included snow. It sounded like you would have the best time of your life, until you had found out that Malachai Parker was coming too. Malachai. Freaking. Parker. You have never liked him. He was always teasing you or making fun of you and when you were close to him, after only a few minutes and hearing him constantly talking about irrelevant stuff, made you want to punch him straight in the face. Even when he was eating, he couldn’t stop talking.

‘C'mon, it will be fun! We could hang out, play some games, we could totally, you know.. hook up, because it seems like you really dig me.’ Kai said and bit his lip and of course, couldn’t even stop himself from winking at you. You furrowed your brows and gagged on purpose, showing what your answer was.

'Ew, gross.’ You replied and swallowed hard, your heartbeat picking up it’s pace. The truth was, even though you hated Kai, there was such sexual tension between you and him and you couldn’t hide it. You wanted him more than anything and him teasing you has only added fuel to the fire. 'Also, who says 'dig me’ nowadays?’ He chuckled quietly and took a few steps towards you, his body almost touching yours.

'I know you want me.’ He whispered and brushed his lips against your ear, sending shivers down your spine. You took a deep breath and tried to calm down your breathing, but it seemed as if everyone in the room had noticed what was going on between you and Kai.

'So, I assume, you will change your mind now?’ Elena asked, showing you a mischevious smile and leaned on the door frame with her arms crossed.

'What do you mean?’ You asked, befuddledly.

'I know you like him. You don’t have to hide that from me. The sexual tension between you two is, whew, off the charts. I bet if there was no one in the room right now, you would rip his clothes off and-’

'Stop. Stop! Just, wow.’ Elena laughed as you turned around and walked out of the living room and straight to your room, closing the doors behind you. You leaned your back on them and sighed heavily, taking a big breath and exhaling slowly, making all the tension and thoughts go away.

'If you feel that frustrated, you should have just asked me to do something about it, I wouldn’t mind.’ Your eyes shot open and caught a glimpse of Kai’s tall figure standing only a few feet away from you, looking more sexy than ever. He bit his lip when your eyes met his and you couldn’t help but wonder what his lips would feel like on your body. What they could do to you and how good they could make you feel. You cleared your throat and cleared your mind from your thoughts, trying to focuse on getting ready for the trip. You walked over to the drawers, taking out some of your favourite warm and fuzzy socks, packing them in a medium black bag.

'What are you doing here, Kai? Shouldn’t you be packing for our trip? That reminds me, I can’t wait for us to be all alone together and braid each others hair, oh and maybe we could, you know.’ You walked over to him, tracing your fingers over his exposed biceps. 'hook up. What do you say?’

'Now that’s what I’m talking about.’

'I see you don’t understand sarcasm much?’ You rolled your eyes at him and stepped away from him, taking your underwear out of your drawers. Not even a second later, you felt his hands on your waist, his hot breath caressing your neck. You closed your eyes at the feeling as his fingers slowly traced your sweet spot and then pressed his lips on that same spot. You moaned quietly, his fingers finding your bare spot on your waist, his touch feeling like fire. You slowly turned around and found yourself way too close to him. Your noses brushed against one another, Kai’s hot breath flashing over your lips.

'When you’re around, it’s hard to understand anything.’ Kai whispered, his eyes piercing through yours, their blue colour making you go weak at the knees.

'Are you going to kiss me or not?’ You whispered, a chuckle escaping Kai’s body. You had no control of the words coming out of your mouth and you knew if he had kissed you right then, you wouldn’t be able to stop yourself and you would have ended going all the way with him. He slowly leaned in and just when he wanted to pressed his lips on yours, a knock echoed through your room.

'You ready?’ Elena asked behind the closed doors, making Kai step back.

'Um, yeah, I just, I’ll be down in 5.’ You shouted and at that moment you have finally snapped out of your thoughts. You pushed Kai away from you and walked over to your bag, putting other clothes in it, closing it and leaving the room withouth saying anything to Kai. You sighed heavily, your heartbeat slowing down. You would have lied if you said you didn’t like having Kai so close to you. His long fingers touching your body or how perfect his lips looked up close and how you couldn’t stop wondering if his lips were as soft as they looked. You wanted to kiss him more than anything and you weren’t trying to hide it anymore. You have been pushing him away all this time when in reality, you wanted him and him only and nothing would stop you from continuing what you and him had started in your room.

Ride from the Salvatore’s house to the mountains has been long and mostly quiet, that is, when the radio wasn’t blasting and Damon singing every freaking song that had played and that was going on for hours. You wanted to plug something into your ears and doze off and get lost in your small world without anyone interrupting you. Since you were sitting with Kai in the backseat all alone, you couldn’t help but look at him every now and then and admire how perfect he looked. His stubble, which you had wondered what it would feel like if you traced your tongue across his stuble or what it would feel like between your thighs. His fingers tapped his leg, following the song rhythm, but they also made you cross your legs. The thought of what they could do to you made you wet and made your heart beat a lot faster.

'Enjoying the view?’ Kai whispered, but his eyes were still focused on the road, as if he was avoiding to look you in the eyes.

'What? No, I was just looking how- amazing the- trees look.’ You blurted out and rolled your eyes at how stupid that must have sounded, but it was the first thing that had popped into your head.

'Sure, sure. I can’t wait to get in the shower when we arrive and wash all of this sweat off my body. With a nice hot soapy shower, sounds nice, doesn’t it?’ Damn. He finally looked at you and you got lost for words. His words got to you so easily and they made you feel like you were on fire. You wanted to kiss him right then and there, not caring that Elena and Damon were in the car with you. 'Perhaps you could join me.’

'Dream on, Parker.’ You trailed off and looked away, but deep down that’s exactly what you wanted.

After 4 hours, you have finally arrived and the place looked absolutely magical. You were staying at the cabin that had a full on view at the mountains that were slightly hiding behind the clouds of thick fog.

'So, I’m staying with Elena, Caroline with Stefan, Bon Bon and Jeremy and you, well you are with Kai.’ Damon trailed off, you eyes widening at his words. It couldn’t be.

'What? Can’t I just stay with Matt? How come he gets to be alone? Matt you wouldn’t mind sharing a room with me, would you?’ You turned around to face Matt, watching how he just shrugged his shoulder.

'Well, I-’

'No. You and Kai need to sort your things out. I don’t want you guys to ruin my trip because of your stupid arguments. Fix them and I’m telling you, being in the same room is a good thing. I guarantee you, by the end of this trip, you two will be best buddies.’

'More like fuck buddies.’ Kai blurted out, making you look at him wide eyed. You mouthed shut up to him and ready to protest again, but when you turned around, no one was there.

'Great. This was exactly what I needed. A guy who loves to take soapy showers and loves to tease the fuck out of me.’ You grunted, disappointment obvious in your voice as you picked up your bags and started walking towards your cabin you were supposed to share with Kai.

'I love how you’re totally different around them and when they leave, you’re literally tearing off my clothes with your eyes. I like that.’ He trailed off.

'Oh and, guys, we’re going skiing in 10 minutes, so be prepared!’ Elena shouted before closing the doors of her cabin again.

'Guess like you won’t have that shower after all. Too bad.’ You said and walked into the cabin while Kai was holding the doors for you, on purposely brushing your hip against his crotch, a mischevious smile flashing on your face. It was your time to tease Kai and this trip might have came in handy.

You have never skied before and falling on your ass a couple of times did nothing else but amuse Kai. Everytime you fell down, he was there. He picked you up but then his hand somehow always ended up on your ass, cleaning up the snow from your suit.

'You know that’s not really necessary. I can take care of myself.’ You said and tried to walk away, but the big skis you had attached to your feet haven’t exactly let you walk away from him that easily.

'Yeah, I know, but I just like how my hand fits so perfectly on your cute little butt.’ Kai muttered, his gaze falling down to your ass.

'I assume none of those girls were up for some action since you are that desperate to touch a female’s body?’ You asked him and showed him a small smile, taking off the skis off your feet.

'Ouch. You know, I know a lot of ways you could use that mouth of yours and none of them are you trashing me. Wanna try them out, sweet cheeks?’

'Sweet cheeks? Really?’ You asked and couldn’t help but laugh at his comment.

'I tell you what. Let’s race and if you win, I’ll leave you alone and if I win-’ he got closer to you and pressed his lips against your ear, biting your earlobe slightly. 'I get to do whatever I want with your cute little vampire body. It will be fun! Deal?’ He asked you as you swallowed hard, your walls clenching just at the sound of those words.

'Deal!’ You muttered and put your skis back on, ready to somehow try to beat Kai. The snow had started falling but that didn’t stop you from going. Of course, from the very begining, Kai was in the lead and somehow you had managed to get closer but just at the finish line, you fell down and tumbled, ending up losing both of your skis and losing to Kai which had meant only one thing.

'I win.’ Kai appeared out of nowhere and muttered, satisfaction in his voice.

'Great. Now, how are we supposed to get back up there, genius?’ You asked him and pointed up, but the cabin was nowhere to be seen.

'I saw a path not far from here. C'mon.’ Kai helped you up as you walked behind him, completely trusting him. When it seemed as if you were going in a right direction, you have figured it out that you have been walking in circles for at least half an hour. The weather was getting worse and your footprints that were in the snow, have disappeared completely. It was getting harder to see because of how hard the snow was falling and you were also freezing.

'Kai, we’re going in circles. This is not the right way!’ You shouted and looked around, hoping you would at least find a clue to lead you in the right direction. Kai stopped and placed his hands on his waist as he carefully looked around until his gaze stopped at one of the cabins in the distance.

'There. I think it’s empty. C'mon.’ He took you by your hand and led you in that direction. There was no light and it seemed as if no one was in there. You stepped inside, immediately feeling a bit warmer, but it was still really cold. You rubbed your hands together, hoping you would somehow get warmer and prevent your fingers from falling off because of the coldness. Kai found some wood next to the fireplace and lit them up, the warmth spreading through the cabin quickly. You took off your ski suit and remained in leggings and your favourite hoodie, your fuzzy socks keeping your feet warm. You wrapped your arms around yourself, rubbing them with your hands, warming yourself up. Kai looked at you and smiled. I didn’t take him long to get closer to you, his arms wrapping around your cold body.

'What are you doing?’ You asked him, you brows furrowing.

'Warming you up. It would be a lot faster if you took your clothes off.’ Kai muttered and chuckled, hoping to make you laugh and he did. For once, he looked at you with a sympathetic look and as if he wanted to apologize for getting you into this situation. You pressed your head against his chest and wrapped your arms around him, his heartbeat steady and calming.

'As much as stupid this idea was, I think it ended up pretty well.’ You looked up at him, admiring how beautiful he looked under the dimmed lights.

'As long as I get to be with you.’ He trailed off and locked his eyes with yours, his nose brushing against his. He looked down at your lips and not even a second after, he kissed you deeply and passionately, his hands desperately trying to get your body closer to his. You intertwined your fingers with his hair, kissing him like yoour life depended on it. He traced his hands down your body and over your ass as he picked you up and carried you to the bed not far away from the fire place, throwing you down and climbing on top of you. You tugged at his shirt and took it off, for the first time getting a good look at his toned torso. He pulled away from your lips and pulled your leggings down your body along with your underwear, your hear completely exposed to him. He spread your legs apart and traced his fingers through your folds, gathering your juices and brough them up to his mouth, devouring them as if it was his favourite thing. You propped yourself up on your elbows and got a perfect look at Kai’s face when he came close to your head and blew, his hot breath making your breath hitch. He licked your folds with his tongue and then started sucking on your clit, a loud moan escaping your mouth. You ripped your shirt open and unhooked your bra, grabbing your breasts and squeezed them as you played with your nipples while Kai kept sucking on your clit. He pushed three of his fingers into you, stretching you out, making you arch your back and moan his name out. His actions were so fast that you were starting to approach your orgasm a lot faster than you wanted. You grabbed onto the bed sheets and it took only Kai’s fingers to curl inside you as your walls started clenching and your body shaking under his touch, your eyes closing at the feeling. He swiftly pulled his fingers out of you and licked them clean as he stepped down from the bed, unbotting his pants and pushing them down along with his boxers, his hard lenght springing free. You bit your lip at the sight, imagining how good he would feel inside you. He climbed on the bed, but instead of climbing on top of you, he picked you up by your waist with ease and laid down on his back, placing your heat right above his face. You swallowed hard and before you could have even said anything, he pressed your hips down on his face, your clit laying perfectly above his tongue, circling around it. You spread your legs further apart and started grinding on Kai’s face, his tongue working magically on you.

'Shit, Kai!’ You moaned out and threw your head back, your hands cupping your breasts, pinching on your nipples. He pushed his tongue inside you and kept it there for a split second as he starting pumping it in and out of you and hummed, the vibrations making your walls clench. You grabbed onto the headboard, your hips still gringing on Kai’s mouth as you felt yourself coming close to another orgasm. Just when you started feeling your high approaching, Kai stopped and removed you from his face. He threw you on the bed and spread your legs as much as he could and then in a swift motion, he pushed inside you, filling you up to the hilt, making you scream out loud. His thrusts were deep and rough and with every thrust, your breath hitched, his thich shaft hitting your spot every time he pushed in.

'You feel so tight around me, fuck.’ He cursed out, his hips relentlessly slamming into you. He reached down and started rubbing your clit harshly with his fingers, your orgasm approaching again.

'Fuck me, Kai.’ You moaned out loudly, arching your back as your orgasm tore through your body, making you dizzy. You already felt tired but you knew Kai was far from being done with you. He stopped thrusting and picked you up with his lenght still inside you and climbed off the bed. He walked towards the nearest wall and slammed your body against it, your legs instantly wrapping around him. He had a new angle to thrust in and it felt better than anything you have ever tried in your life. He placed his head in the crook of your neck as his hips kept sliding in and out of you at the same pace, his moans turning a lot louder than at the begining. You grabbed onto his biceps and dug your nails in them, but Kai didn’t care. He kept focusing on getting you to reach another orgasm and at that time, he was getting close too. He felt your walls clenching around him again.

'Fuck!.’ He groaned as you clenched around him and came for the third time, your whole body shaking and not long after that, he came inside you in hot short spurts, riding out your and his orgasm at the same time as his fangs sank into your neck, piercing your skin and your blood dropping down onto your body. He pulled out his lenght as both of you dropped down on the floor, his finger picking up a few drops of blood from your chest, licking them clean.

'I guess, getting lost with you wasn’t that bad.’ You said, your voice shaky, a drop of sweat rolling down your forehead. 'Can we do this again tomorrow?’ You asked, but he only looked at you wide eyed as his brows furrowed, but soon it was replaced with a cheeky smile.

'Oh, I’m far from being done today. Round two under the shower?’ He asked and winked at you as he picked you up swiftly and carried you into the bathroom and in the shower, his body already pressed against yours, ready to make you his again.

ANGER

(requested by anon -
  not sure if this is what you wanted but i hope you like it anyways ☺)

WORD COUNT : 1230

Reader and Kai have a fight , Kai ending up scaring Reader like never before.

*not my gif

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Y/N was sitting on the couch reading a book , flipping page after page completely consumed by the story , when Kai walked in slamming the front foor with a loud bag. Y/N jumped up startled , dropping her book onto the floor. As she leaned in to pick it up , she glanced at Kai. He was literally shaking with anger.  She picked up the book and left on the small table , before walking towards Kai.
“Kai?” she asked , “Is something wrong?” He kept pacing back and forth , his eyes black. Y/N tried to touch his hand , but he pulled away. The look he gave her made her take a step back. Whatever it was that had him like this , it was not good.
“Where it is?” he asked her , his voice was scary calm.
Y/N looked at him confused. “Where is what?”
He took a step towards her , towering over her. “You know what I am talking about.  Where is it?” he yelled at her , grabbing her wrist.
“Actually , I don’t have the faintest clue.” Y/N said , trying to sound calm but the truth is she was starting to get scared.  Kai didn’t look like himself. She had no idea what he was talking about or what had made him so angry.
“The Ascendant ! I know your friends took it !” he screamed at her , making her jump in place. “They want to send me back to the Prison World!”
Y/N looked at him shocked. To her it was news the Ascendant had gone missing , no wonder Kai was so angry. “I don’t know Kai , I swear.” she said , her voice trembling.  She reached for her phone , wanting to dial Stefan and try to find out whats happening but Kai grabbed it from her hands and smashed it against the wall.
“Kai !” she said angrily turning to look at the remains of her smashed phone on the ground. She took a deep breath but it didn’t help.  Suddenly Kai had her pinned to the wall , his hand on her neck squeezing it. Y/N was strugling to breath , her lips turning blue. “Stop ! You are scaring me!” she said , barely making the words out.
“You are just like the rest of them ! You gave them the Ascendant didn’t you ? I knew you’d never forgive me , that you never really cared about me!” he screamed at her.
“No , Kai .. I swear I didn’t. I’d never …” she said weakly.
His breathing had gotten heavier and it appeared to that no matter what Y/N said , it only fueled his rage. She had never seen him like that. It was as if there was a completely different person standing infront of her. They’ve had their fights as couples always do , but things had never gotten this bad. Usually in the middle of the argument , they’d realise whatever it was they were fighting about was meaningless and make up. Did he really think she’d give her friends the Ascendant? No , it wasn’t possible. Kai knew very well that she’d rather die than give her friends the means to send him away. Had his rage blinded him so much that he had forgotten this ?
She looked in horror as black veins started showing under his eyes , his fangs coming out.
‘He wouldn’t do that.’ she thought , ‘He wouldn’t hurt me.’
She was wrong.
A moment later Kai sank his teeth into her neck , not caring at all about the scream that followed.  Tears starting to stream down her face. It wasn’t the physical pain he was causing her , it was the fact he clearly didn’t care about her at all. He let go his grip on her neck and Y/N dropped on the floor , barely breathing.
Suddenly Kai seemed to snap out of it , fear flooding his veins. His heart broke seeing what he had done to her.
“Oh God..” he muttered. “What did I do ?” fear and worry in his voice. “What did I do !?” He kneeled down and wrapped his hands around her before biting his wrist , putting  it on her lips. “Don’t be dead , please don’t be dead.” he kept muttering under his breath , tears filling his eyelids.  "I love you…“ he whispered.A few moments later Kai  felt Y/N grabbing his wrist , drinking his blood and her eyes opened. Kai sighed in relief , closing his eyes for a moment. What he saw when he opened them broke his heart all over again.
Y/N’s eyes were filled with tears and terror. She glanced at him for a split second and tried to escape his grasp , but his hands were wrapped too tightly around her. She was shaking with fear.
“Let me go !” she said tears streaming down her face. “Let me go !” she repeated , tears starting to stream down her face.
“Y/N , I … ” Kai started to say as she kept trying to get herself free , her heart beating fast and uneven. He couldn’t watch her like this. Y/N was his best friend , the only person who he truly cared about and have ever loved.  He pulled her closer rubbing her back. “I’m sorry …” he whispered , wiping a tear from her cheek.  "I .. I don’t know what happened. I would never hurt you.“ he said.
Y/N looked at him like she had no idea who he was , trying to find the right words to say to him.
"Why?” she asked paused for a moment , trying to calm down. “Why would you do this Kai?!” she raised her voice.
“I don’t know …” he said , his voice hollow. “I just … I … I got scared. You don’t know what its like in the Prision World.” he trailed off.
Silence hang in the air. Y/N kept looking at him as if he was a stranger and Kai kept wishing there was a way to fix what he had done. He couldn’t come up with anything that could.
“You were a completely different person , I don’t .. ” Y/N struggled to find the right words. “How could you even think that I’d give them the Ascendant ?!” she raised her voice again.  Suddenly her expression went blank. “I need some time to figure things out.” Y/N said calmly.
“Please don’t…” Kai said his voice barely audiable. He knew where the conversation was going and he didn’t like it at all but Kai had only himself to blame. He stared at the ground for a long moment before he reached and touched her face , leaning in to kiss her. Y/N didn’t return his kiss.  He took a step back looking completely broken.
It hurt her seeing him like this but the memory of what had just happened was too fresh for her to just put it behind her and forgive him right then and there. She took his hand and gave it a queeze before turning around to walk into her bedroom , closing the door behind her.  Y/N rested her back against the door for a moment and slided towards the ground trying hard not to cry.
Kai stood frozen for a moment and the sound of Y/N closing the door shut seemed to snap him back to reality. He walked towards her bedroom and sat on floor on  the other side of the door , listening to Y/N crying…  He wished this day had never happened.

Imagine making up with Chris. (Part B)

A/N: Part 5B 😊 Isn’t it good to see a smiling Chris gif again? Ah, it’s good to be back with the sunshine and rainbows. You can read the previous parts here: (Mini-series - Masterlist; Mini-series Spin-off: ‘Unexpected Reader - Masterlist’, ‘Little Ways Away - Part 1/Part 2/Part 3/Part 4/Part 5A’)

“Y/N,” you heard your name over the PA and looked up from your air ticket. “Paging Y/N Y/L/N, please make your way to ‘Gate 43’. This is your final call, 'Delta 1554’ to Atlanta, Georgia will be leaving momentarily. Please make your way to 'Gate 43’ immediately, thank you.”

It was your final call- your final chance to get on the plane to go see Chris and apologize, so why were you still stuck frozen to the plastic seat? You should’ve been jumping up, rushing to the gate so you could go to the love of your life and make things right. But no, you were doing the opposite and you didn’t know why. Well, at least you thought you didn’t. You had the answer to your question, just once again too afraid to admit it. You used excuses instead, convincing yourself it was school and work preventing you from getting on that plane. “You have responsibilities, Y/N,” you’d say to yourself, knowing very well your responsibility to Chris was much more important.

Another fifteen minutes passed, and like the voice from the PA promised, your flight left without you. You stuffed your ticket into your pocket and rose to your feet, enfolding your trench coat around your body as you tied the belt tight around your waist. With your clutch under your arm and your hands in your silk pockets, you made your way to the exit. It was 12:48AM; you’d been sitting at the airport for almost six hours and it was starting to look weird. You thought about going home, but you knew Ava would want to talk to you about the events that had transpired earlier than night; a talk you weren’t ready for. You could’ve gone to your parents’ place, but they were definitely going to question you; the same problem would arise if you went to your older brother’s apartment. All you wanted right now was to be alone, to sit and cry alone. A place you knew you could do that was Chris’ place, so you got into a cab and headed to the last place anyone expected you to go to.

“Y/N,” Chris called out to you and you turned.

You swore you thought you were dreaming when you saw him, you had to pinch yourself because there was no way he’d risk his job to come see your irrational and stupid ass. You pulled your ice cold hands out of your pockets, the air ticket you didn’t use still glued to your right hand. Chris started to make his way over to you with hesitant and careful steps, afraid you were an illusion that would disappear if he got too close. It was insane, the two of you were living out a freaking Hollywood movie. You felt your lips part as words tried to force their way out of your throat; an apology, but you were speechless. All you could do was let him hug you and you hug him in return. A gush of relief flooded your body and you started to cry, grabbing fistfuls of his coat.

“I am so, so sorry,” you both said simultaneously; the hold you had on each other tightening.

You felt him take a deep breath and realized he was breathing you in, reminding himself of the scent he’d been missing for the past two months. He didn’t realize how badly he’d missed you until he had you in his arms; thoughts were even had about quitting his job and retiring so he could be with you. That was how sure he was about you, and how in-love he was with you. You would’ve never let him because not only did you know his career was incredibly important to him, you had faith he was going to be a big Hollywood legend. That was how sure you were about him, and how in-love you were with him. Miscommunication and dishonesty aside, the two of you were perfect for each other.

“I am such a fucking idiot,” you choked out and Chris chuckled with limited humor, disagreeing with you with a shake of his head. “No, I am,” you wanted to pull away to look him in the eyes, but you couldn’t. His arms were so warm and comforting, so full of love and relief; you’d missed those arms. “I should’ve talked to you- I should’ve…” You trailed off because should’ve, would’ve, could’ve. “I’m sorry, Chris.”

“Hey, stop.” He gently pushed you away by the shoulders and cupped your face in his hands, working his thumbs to brush the tears from your face. It was a mess with your makeup running, but you still looked beautiful to him. “I’m sorry, okay? I said some stupid and hurtful things and- I love you,” he asserted and you smiled. “I love you so much, Y/N. So damn much,” he emphasized as tears started to well in his eyes.

“I wanted to fly to you,” you told him, showing him the ticket that had crumpled in your hand. He chuckled as he took it from you, examining the date. “I bought the ticket and I sat in the airport, but I couldn’t bring myself to get on the plane. I was too afraid you’d turn me away,” you admitted in sheepish voice when his facials prompted an explanation from you. “I got all dressed up for nothing,” you managed a light laugh and Chris smiled, kissing your forehead. “I figured you’d hate me less if I showed up in your favorite dress.”

“Baby,” he chuckled softly as he hands dropped to your waist, pulling your body flush against yours. “I could never, ever hate you.” One hand caressed your face as he dipped his head, kissing your lips tenderly. Your arms snaked around his lower back and you smiled against his lips; lips you thought you’d never get to kiss again. “You are the love of my life,” he whispered when he broke the kiss, resting his forehead against yours.

“And you are the love of mine,” you whispered back. “I am so sorry, Chris,” you told him again and he chuckled, rubbing small circles into your cheek and hipbone. “I am never, ever going to do anything so fucking stupid again. I’m never going to keep anything from you ever again. I’m going to talk so much, you’re going to want me to sew my mouth shut.” He laughed, pecking your lips again. “I love you,” you chuckled softly.

“I’ve missed you,” he smiled with eyes filled with adoration. “The past five days have been utter hell, sweetheart.” You chuckled and nodded in agreement. “I have so much to tell you that- we’re not going to get to do anything naughty before I have to head back to Atlanta.” You laughed and he smiled; he’d missed that too. “And believe me, naughty things are all I want to do right now. You know what this dress does to me,” he winked and you bit back your smile. “Honestly,” he chuckled and pulled you back in for a tight hug, “it’s just good to see your face.”

“Likewise, Captain,” you hugged him tightly too, closing your eyes and breathing him in. “Likewise.”

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Epilogue (I can’t wait for y’all to read the epilogue. I think this epilogue consist of my favorite moment between them so far.)

“There will be no fuckin fightin on me weddin day.” That was the last thing Niall said before he hung up the phone, you were giving him a blank stare as he walked into the kitchen with his phone to his ear.

“Do I even want to know what that was about?” You asked him as you watched him shove his phone into his back pocket. He turned his head so he could look at you and when you raised an eyebrow at him he just shook his head.

“Jus me cousin,” your eyes went wide at the thought of him speaking to his cousin in such a harsh way. “Him and me uncle aren’t really gettin along and I jus wanted to let him know there will be no fightin, arguin, screamin or getting loud on our weddin day.” He soon was standing behind you wrapping his arms around your waist.

“Well maybe I’ll have you call my brothers,” you turned around so you could wrap your arms around his neck. “Think they will need to hear the same speech.” You added before getting on your tiptoes and placing a sweet kiss to his lips. Niall just smiled as you pulled away and gave your waist a little squeeze.

“That lot of boys needs more dan jus a speech love, they need a proper threat.” You laughed as he unwrapped his arms from your waist. You reluctantly let your arms fall from his neck and land at your sides.

“Well who better to threaten them than you? Big bad Mr. Niall James Horan.” He just rolled his eyes at you before making his way towards the fridge. You went back to fixing the salad you were planing on having for dinner as Niall dug around the fridge looking for a beer. “Bottom shelf on the left.” He shot you a smile as he reached in and grabbed the glass bottle from the shelf before closing the fridge.

“They won’t take me seriously love.” He told you as he popped the top off the bottle. You just gave him a pleading smile and even made your eyes a bit wide in the process causing him to just roll his eyes as he brought the bottle to his lips for a swig. “Okay I will give em a call for ya love.” You just smiled to yourself as he made his way out of the kitchen and headed for the living room.

You were about to start getting ready for bed a few nights later when you heard Niall talking in his office down the hallway. You slipped off your shoes and put your hair in a bun atop your head as you made your way down the hallway. You stopped and leaned against the doorway once you saw Niall facing his laptop talking to the screen making you assume he was on a skype call.

“Well ya sister wanted me ta tell you and da boys that she doesn’t want anything ta embarrass her on the big day. So dis is me tellin you one time an one time only dat if ya rowdy lot so much as start yellin too loud I will throw ya arses out faster dan you can even try ta say sorry. Ya understand?” You bit your lip to keep the smirk off your face, you had never really heard Niall sound so serious before. You heard sounds coming from the computer and you just imagined it was your brother agreeing with him.

“Okay now dat we got that out da way, you lot wanna come down for a beer sometime this week?” You couldn’t stop the giggle from escaping your mouth, Niall snapped his head in your direction and just raised an eyebrow at you. He quickly said goodbye to your brother and turned his screen off before motioning you to come into the office.

“How did that go?” You asked him as you finally made your way over to him, you just plopped down onto his lap causing him to laugh as he wrapped his arms around your waist.

“Went well, they won’t be causing any trouble.” He pulled you closer as you wrapped your arms around his neck. He leaned in and gave you a sweet kiss causing you to smile as he pulled away. “Now let’s get to bed shall we?” He quickly stood up with you in his arms causing a squeal to escape from your mouth as you held on tighter to his neck as one of his arms slid to underneath your knees.

You loved that Niall was willing to talk to your rowdy brothers just to make sure your wedding day went off without a hitch. He would do anything for you, that was something you were becoming well aware of. He went the extra mile when it came to you and he never complained. He would just rub your shoulders when he’d walk into the house and see you leaning over a seating chart looking stressed, he would make you a cup of coffee in the morning when he knew you’d been up late talking to family members about last minute wedding plans, he just always was there with the right words to say or arms open. You knew you were lucky to have him but it was times like this that you knew you were just truly blessed to have him in your life as your soon to be husband.

KAI PARKER X READER

Hourglass

Hi, i love your imagines and i was wondering if you have time for a request. Could you write an imagine about Kai falling in love with someone and he is confused with his feelings for her and he gets angry at first but the girl can calm him down and he confesses his love for her? Hope it made a little sense, thank you! :) 

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She could hear him throwing pebbles up against her glass window, but this was the norm by now. The sky had settled into a dusty orange-pink color, free of clouds, a cool breeze rustling the bright green ferns outside. The girl hopped up from her chair, wearing a golden yellow sundress and messy bun atop her head. She skipped over, pulling her blinds open and sticking her head out to see Malachai Parker, nervous smile on his lips as he signals at her with a tilt of his head. He wore a black coat with his usual muddy converse, and the light sent pretty flares across his sculpted facial features.

“Why do you bother knocking, or, throwing pebbles?” she laughs.

“Because I am a gentleman,” his voice comes from behind her as he melts into the air in her room.

She yelps and stumbles back, hitting the wall, hands flying to cover her face, “Kai!!”

“Ah, that gets you every time,” he chortles, lacing his fingers through hers to pull her hands from her face so he can look at her.

She gave a usual pout, “you need to stop that.”

“Only when it stops being funny,” he beams, dimples rising on his cheeks.

She sighs and pulls her window closed, turning to face him, “what?”

“What?” he mimics.

“What’s that look you’re giving me?” she elaborates.

“There is no look,” he lies with a smirk.

“When Kai Parker is up to something, I know it.”

He folds his arms on his chest, “okay, maybe there is something.”

“Tell me,” she commands.

And then his smile fades a little, and he pulls her gently by her wrists, “can we talk first?”

“Oh yeah, of course,” she nods, sinking onto her mattress which is draped in a flowery quilt and overstuffed pillows. She sits beside the heretic, who’s fingers are lightly shaking. Kai has an aroma of dark spice that makes her dizzy, in a good way, but makes it hard to focus on his words.

“Everything okay?” she takes his fingertips in her palms, and his eyes stare at her hands for a good ten seconds before he answers.

“Yes. Sort of. I don’t know?” he stumbles, brows knitting.

She never sees him nervous, so this was something new.

He runs a hand through his brown locks, giving a nervous laugh, “it’s complicated.”

A smile tickles her lips, “oh my god. It’s a girl, isn’t it?”

His big blue eyes go wide, and his cheeks burn red, the signs being enough of an answer, so she doesn’t listen when he tries to deny it.

“Well, I know all about being a romantic, Kai Parker,” she says sarcastically.

“You do?” he responds with worry, not picking up on her joke.

“Yeah, of course! Here, you can ask my boyfriend, he’s right…” she looks around the empty room as if in search of something, “oh wait that’s right, he doesn’t exist!”

Kai lets out a quiet snort, unable to stop his lips from splitting as he laughs.

She smiles at him, bringing her hand to rest on his tattered grey jeans, “so, tell me about her.”

“Uhh,” he toys with the silver rings decorating his slender fingers, averting her eyes all at once.

“Oh come on, wuss,” she teases with a gentle shove. 

“Okay,” he says seriously, eyes flickering up to hers. “She’s sweet, and empathetic, the kindest person ever. And she makes me laugh like nobody else can.” He pauses, chewing at his bottom lip, gaze boring into her, “and she’s the most beautiful girl I’ve ever known.”

She sits there, contemplating him, taking in deep and slow breaths.

“But?” she asks at last.

“But I’m scared I’m only going to hurt her.”

“No you won’t, Kai,” she answers.

“I won’t mean to,” his voice drops, “but it’s what I do.”

“Don’t say that,” she warns.

“Why?” he snaps suddenly, eyes going misty like he does when he gets mad.

“Because I can tell you care about her, and you would never hurt someone you love,” she says, placing a hand on his arm to try and calm him.

His jaw pulsates, “and if she doesn’t love me back?”

“What?”

“You heard me,” he whispers, an edge in his voice, like his every action is determined by her next words.

“If she doesn’t, she would probably want you to know she cares about you, and that it’s not anything you’ve done.”

“So that’s how it is then,” he says, sounding final.

“Kai?”

But before she can speak, a blue vase across the room shatters, glass fragments soaring through the air and scattering across the carpet. Kai doesn’t flinch, his eyes closed ad he unintentionally channels his magic.

“I’m sorry,” he tries to compose himself, blue eyes sad as her lamp goes flying off the dresser and crashing to the floor as well.

“It’s okay,” she soothes, “calm down, it’s okay.”

“I can’t,” he shakes his head, a candle on her desk igniting in a huge red flare before extinguishing all at once. A puff of smoke seeps into the air where the embers had been a second ago.

“Shh, look at me.” A hand comes up to cup either side of his face, her fingers spreading across his sculpted cheekbones and soft stubble. “It’s okay, deep breaths.” And so she sits, bent into the heretic, forehead pressed to his as they both take deep waves of oxygen in until his breath steadies, one together. When her eyes blink open, he’s staring at her like she’s the only thing he sees in the world, and he pulls away abruptly.

“Better?” she asks quietly, rubbing her thumb gently against his skin.

He nods faintly, “thanks.” He didn’t tell her of the control she held over him like that, how she was the only one who didn’t flinch away, the only one who could calm him down when he felt the darkness settling in.

“Always.”

“See,” Kai murmurs, “I can’t lose control with her.”

She doesn’t know what answer to give Kai, so she just stares blankly at him, the silence enveloping the two, broken only when Kai shuffles around a bit in his pockets.

“I got her this necklace,” he says, withdrawing a tiny silver hourglass on a chain. It’s filled with little grains of sparkling sand that tumble as he turns it in his palms.

Something registers as she raises a brow, “hourglass?”

“It’s symbolic,” he answers, icy blue eyes flickering across her face, awaiting her reaction.

Her heart hammers loud in her ears as the realization dawns upon her.

Kai whispers to her, never breaking her gaze, “I got it for her the day I realized I was in love with her. I remember because she told me-”

“Every minute of her life with you in it was one worth living,” she finished quietly.

“Yeah,” Kai whispered, his hands visibly trembling.

“Kai,” she begins, but is cut off.

“Just let me say it,” he begs quietly. “Because I haven’t before, and it’s been tearing me up from the inside out for too long I don’t know if it’ll ruin what we have, but all I know is I can’t live another second without you knowing how I feel. You drive me crazy, (Y/N), to the point where I can’t see someone without seeing your face, smell something without breathing in your perfume, hear something without listening to your laugh,” he rambles. “When other people ran from me, you stayed, and hell, you should’ve run as far from me as you could, yet here you are. I’ve felt dead, asleep, gone, for as long as I can remember, but you…you’ve made every minute worth living,” he said. He swallowed the lump in his throat, his eyes boring into her, “and I love you.”

She sat in awe, her lips slightly parted. “Do you remember where we were, when I told you that?” she asked.

Kai brushed his fingertips against hers with a nod, and suddenly they were in the middle of an empty park together, the cozy bed and scent of her dissipating into something new. In reality, they were back in her room, but everything around them, the scent of the pines, the green grass under their feet, felt real. And then it started to rain, rolling black clouds sending buckets of water upon them, soaking their skin and sending a misty haze over the park. Water droplets clung to the heretic’s skin, plastering brown locks to his forehead, sending goosebumps to his flesh, but the girl burned as bright as her yellow dress under that rain, each splash of water sending a jolt through her bloodstream. Kai closed his eyes, reciting his words like from the first time.

“I can make us cover,” he offered, a silver cloud appearing over their heads like a magical umbrella.

“No!” she insisted, reciting her own words. “I love it!”

“Why?” he laughed aloud, a happy rumble emitting from his throat as he wiped at his eyes.

“It’s weird,” she shrugs with a tilt of a head, “or you’d think it is.”

“Try me,” he beams, lighting up the shrouded darkness with that smile.

“The rain and darkness can seem scary, daunting, even. It’s not like sunshine, bright and inviting, something that warms your flesh and makes you smile as you take it in. People love sunshine, not like rain, they hide from rain, when really it poses no threat. I think when it rains, all that water flushes away everything bad from all the days before, and you’re left with a clean slate, a new start again,” she babbles, remembering each word perfectly, droplets catching in her eyelashes.

Kai inhales the dewy smell with a smirk, “you know what, you’re right.”

“I am?” she poses it like a question, just like she had the first time.

“Yeah,” he pulls a piece of her wet hair affectionately back behind her ear, trailing his thumb down her cheekbone.

“And why’s that?” her heart flutters.

“Because I know it isn’t fear or sadness I feel, never with you,” he shrugs. “So it can rain all it wants, but when the time passes and the sun comes up again, you’ll still be there, and that makes it worth living through.”

He takes in a shallow breath, and she smiles, the next words falling easily off her lips, “Well every minute of my life with you in it is worth living, Malachai Parker.”

A silence fell, only filled with pattering raindrops around them, the scene was over. The trees around them swayed with the wind that rolled over with the rain, the ground sparkling from the droplets that shone like tiny diamonds.

“That’s when I knew,” he breathed.

“Me too,” she says quietly.

Kai’s heart does flips in his chest, like he heard wrong, “w-what?”

“I love you, Kai,” she says, a weight lifting off of her, “so much.”

He gives a breathy laugh, lips splitting, blue eyes crinkling like he doesn’t believe her own words.

“There’s just one thing I regret from that day,” she says over the falling rain.

“What did you do?” he asks nervously.

“It’s what I didn’t do.”

And just like that, her lips go crashing against his own, and his arms are around her waist, hers around his neck, fingers in his soft hair, and nothing between them. A swirling downpour splashes over the two, but they are oblivious to the darkness around them as they are lost in each other’s lips, a newfound hunger rising in both of them. Kai nudges softly into her, and she nudges back harder, their mouths at war as all those unspoken words and lost moments go flooding back into that one kiss. The grey sky and cold rain that enveloped them gave no sign on warmth or brightness, but entangled in each other and feeling only the dance of their lips against the other, all their happiness would be enough to light the world and more.

Imagine your boyfriend Benny getting jealous when another guy talks to you and you try to tell him he had nothing to worry about.

“Who was he?” Benny asked you, his jaw clenched and his arms crossed over his chest.

“Nobody!” You repeat for the third time.

“Why do you keep lying to me?” Benny shouted, throwing his hand up in the air.

“I’m not lying, you idiot! I love you!” You yell. You sat down on the couch and held your head in your hands as tears start to stream down your face.

“You- you love me?” Benny stuttered as he sat down beside you.

“Of course I do.” You replied, looking him in the eyes.

“I love you too.” He said, wiping away the tear from your damp cheeks.

“Then why-”

“I got jealous, okay? I can’t stand it when another guy talks to you or touches you or looks at you the wrong because I’m terrified that you’ll like him better than me and I’m so in love with you that I can’t help it.” Benny ranted.

“I would never leave you, you idiot.” You replied.

“I love you.” He added.

“I know.” You said with a smirk .

“Did you really just Leia and Han me?” He asked with a goofy grin.

BACK TOGETHER


(requested by anon)

Kai Parker x Reader 
word count
: 4 366
summary : Reader and Kai have loved each other before he got sent to Hell and when he comes back they meet again. 
 *gif by jake-riley
keep reading after the cut ;)

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A sigh came from behind her just as she was putting on her shirt but before she had had time to turn around, Kai placed his hands over her eyes.
“Kai what are y-”
“Shhh…” he shushed her. “Come with me.”
Kai led her down the hallway , as she stumbled every few steps. It had been the 7 month anniversary since the day they had met and Kai wanted to make something special to surprise her. He wanted to celebrate every moment they shared together. Preparing the surprise however had been a little trickier with her in the apartment. He had been trying very very hard not to let her see any of it before things are ready.
“You are the most special person I’ve ever had in my life.” he said as they walked to the balcony right outside his apartments living room. “And I know you said you didn’t want me to do anything special for today but I feel like we should celebrate the little moments , you know. Though meeting you was quite possibly the biggest moment in my life and without you I just – I don’t know who I would be anymore.”
“You will never be without me , Kai.” she said smiling. “I will always be by your side. Always and forever , remember ?”
 Kai removed his palms from her eyes and Y/N opened them , finding the balcony arranged so beautifully  her breath got caught in her throat. There were flower petals on the ground and a couple of flower pots here and there. On the small table there was breakfast for the both of them and a small vase with her favourite flowers along with her favourite pancakes with coconut whipped cream , coffee and fresh berries enough for the both of them. Y/N turned towards him with a wide smile on her face , finding him smiling back at her.
“D-do you like it?” asked Kai smiling nervously. “I didn’t have much time this morning. You wouldn’t let me leave the bed and I ju-”
Y/N pressed her lips against his not letting him finish. He was always so nervous when doing things like that , afraid he’s going to mess it up somehow.
“I don’t like it.” she said with a serious tone , gazing into his eyes. “I love it!”
  Kai laughed pulling her into his arms. Y/N was the best thing that has happened to him in his life. There were days where he’d just sit and look at her , not saying a word just thinking how lucky he was that they had found each other. After all the bad things he had done , somehow the universe had decided to reward him with her and he wanted to be better because of her.
“Happy 7 month anniversary since the day we met.” he said pressing his lips on hers. “Remember ? You were at Skull bar studying or pretending to study while drinking beer on the bar when I sat there and in your rush to get back to classes , you somehow spilled all of it on your clothes and you had to borrow my jacket.”
“OH I remember.” she smiled at the memory. Y/N hadn’t had a clue who he was at the time but the moment their eyes met it was already clear he is
the one. Though she still wondered how she had spilled the drink on herself … “I also remember how you couldn’t stop starring at my chest through wet shirt -”
“HEY it had been a while since I had seen anything like it.” he raised his hands in defence. “I’m quite happy you spilled that drink on yourself though. Other ways we might’ve missed each other.”
“Not possible. We would’ve found each other some other way. I’m sure of it.” she smiled at him as Kai sat on one of the chairs and pulled her down on his lap , wrapping his arms around her tightly.
“I hope so. OH and I have a surprise for you. Well , another one.” he said , taking a small box she hadn’t noticed hidden behind the flowers. “This is for you.”
Y/N took the box and opened it finding a key inside. She looked up at him with curious look in her eyes. There had been a lot of things she had expected to find in there but a key was not one of them.
“A key? What does it open ?” she wondered , holding it with her fingers.
“Y/N , we’ve – we’ve been together for more than 5 months now. I don’t even know how I got that lucky to have met you in the first place , let alone to have fallen in love with you and have you loving me back.” he started , not taking his eyes away from her. “You are staying over most nights anyways. I just thought that – maybe you’d like to move in with me ? Officially ?”
“I would love to.” said Y/N smiling. “But are you sure ? You know how annoying I can be. I’ll eat your pork rinds and sing at the top of my lungs when my favourite song plays on the radio , distract you all the time - ”
Kai laughed under his breath , gazing into her eyes. Nothing Y/N did could ever annoy him. What they had was special. It had been this instant connection you see in movies. From the moment he had first seen her , he had felt something towards her - even before the merge. There was just something about her that drew him in like a magnet.  After the merge it had slowly started becoming clear to him what those emotions meant and eventually they found their way to each other. Y/N had changed his life and he had changed hers.  They loved each other more than any of them could put into words. Y/N would do anything for him and Kai was the same when it came to her.
“I love you more than anything Y/N… and I don’t ever ever want to know what its like to live without you.” said Kai , his eyes sparkling like never before. “And I want to wake up next to you every morning. Forever.”
“I don’t want to what life without you is like either. ” she said smiling. “Losing you would mean losing a part of me and I know I wont recover. I love you.” she said softly. “More than words.”


Y/N opened her eyes , feeling a tear roll down her cheek. Every time a moment she and Kai had shared returned as a dream to her , it was always like this. It wasn’t like the memories were sad , no - the memories were happy , but the hole in her heart had never healed. It had been four years since Kai had died and Y/N would still stop by his grave at least once a day or more. Some days her ‘stopping by’ meant spending hours sitting on the ground next to his headstone , talking to him. At least Stefan had been sensitive enough towards her feelings , understanding that they loved each other and had helped her bury him. Damon had had other intentions.
Damon.
The past few years Y/N had spent hating him and that had drawn a rift between her and her friends. Every time the subject was brought up they’d just start arguing with her how Kai had never changed and had fooled her into believing that he had. Not that it mattered to Y/N. The heart wants what the heart wants and she would’ve loved him either way. None of the people she grew up with was willing to admit that Bonnie stabbing Kai in the back , literally , and ditching him in 1903 had caused the chaos at the wedding. Kai had even said it himself. Damon and Bonnie had had tricked him and Kai had believed them because he had wanted to , not realising what a huge mistake that was. How was he not to snap again ? He spent weeks in 1903 used as a human blood bag to Lilly’s heretics. Being left alone again in another Prison World was going to have it’s consequences. Yet Kai hadn’t been completely gone even then , he never had been. Why else would he stab Jo first , making sure she is dead before killing himself and taking his entire coven with him ? No , Kai cared about his sister enough to spare her the slow painful death the rest of the coven would have to endure after he jammed that piece of glass in his neck. Everyone always expected the worst from him and in the end he had given in , living up to their worse expectations. Nothing Y/N said to her friends mattered though…

A sigh left her lips and she placed her hand on her forehead , trying to blink back the tears. Four years and it was still him. It had always been only him and it would always be him. Losing him didn’t hurt any less with time as people always said. Stefan had offered to take away her suffering , make her forget and help her move on but Y/N had refused. There was no way she’d ever let someone mess with her memories of Kai and – moving on ? How does someone move on after losing their other half ? No. It wasn’t possible.
Y/N’s phone rang interrupting her thoughts. DAMON said the caller ID. A groan left her lips and she clicked ignore. Last thing she wanted was to talk to her least favourite person on this planet. Her phone rang again , and again. Finally she picked up realising there was no other way to get rid of him.
“What is it Damon?” she said sounding more annoyed than ever. “If you have called to gloat again I swear -”
“Don’t hang up , just listen.” he said starting to talk really fast. “I know you hate my guts and you don’t ever want to see my face or hear my voice ever again. You made that very clear but … I think I can make it up to you.”
“What ? Did you invent a time machine that would take me back to the time I tried to stake you so I can finally get some peace of mind?” she rolled her eyes. There was no way for Damon to make it up to her. Not now , not ever. He had tried apologising and she had told him multiple times that  ‘Sometimes I do things I don’t have to do.’  does not count as an apology. One of the few times he had tried that half-ass apology , she had tried to stake him and almost had succeeded if it hadn’t been for Stefan intervening.
 “Let me say HI. Let me say HI.” said a very familiar voice from the other end of the line. Y/N blinked fast a couple of times sure that her dreams were now turning into full blown hallucinations. And even if that was true , all of the sudden Damon had he complete attention.
“No. Not a time machine but something happened.” said the vampire. “Meet me downtown in 30 minutes near the diner ? You know , the one you tried to stake me in after I tried to apologise?”
“Wait , who’s in the car with you?”
“Just come meet me. ”
“Wait , Damon if you don’t tell me who - ”
“And wear something nice. BYE.” said Damon , hanging up a second later.
Y/N stared at her phone screen shaking her head. It wasn’t possible was it ? No. Her mind was playing tricks on her … or Damon was playing another twisted game but either way she had to know. She opened the nightstand’s drawer pulling out the same wooden stake she had tried to use to kill him the first time. If he was messing with her , things would get ugly and this time he was going to get it.
Quickly she got up and put on her favourite jeans and one of Kai’s tshirts. Y/N could never bring herself to give them away or any of his things. Why would she? After he had asked her to move in with him officially , he had practically packed her things for her with magic and they moved in the same day , a few hours after he asked actually. Living in his apartment had been the only thing to keep her from falling apart 100% after his death. Y/N could feel him everywhere around her - sometimes she could literally see him smile at her from across the room or motioning for her to come sit on his lap while watching TV. Everywhere she looked , he was there … only it wasn’t really real. It was all her imagination. Y/N brushed her hair , pulling it in a loose ponytail , grabbed her phone and put the wooden stake in her backpack before running outside.

Y/N walked down the street taking a turn just to where the diner was with her phone in her hands just about to dial Damon’s number when she spotted him in standing at the beginning of one of the alleys talking on his phone and there was someone incredibly familiar with him.
  “Come on Damon. Next victim won’t find itself.”

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Imagine attending a wedding with Chris.

“I can’t believe you’re attending my wedding with Captain America.” Luca, your best friend giggled excitedly as you helped her with her makeup. You smiled and shook your head, mostly because you couldn’t believe it either. “I take things are going well then?”

“We’re attending a wedding together,” you said and you realized it was the first time you’d actually admitted it to yourself. “It’s going amazing,” you told her then smiled. “I don’t think I’ve been so happy in a long time. Chris is…He’s kind of the perfect man.”

“He will be perfect if he quits smoking,” Luca murmured under her breath and you rolled your eyes. “I’m sorry but it’s true,” she held her hands up in surrender. “You’re only turning a blind eye to that bad habit because he’s Chris Evans, any other guy would’ve been kicked out to the curb already.”

“For your information, he quit the day after our first date.” You defended your boyfriend of almost a year now. “I just didn’t tell you because I didn’t want you to be jealous of my now perfect relationship with the perfect man.”

“Oh haha,” she bit sarcastically but she couldn’t help her smile. “Can we be serious here for a second?” She asked, pushing your hand away from her face. “I’m really happy for you, babe,” she said and you smiled. “You deserve to be with the perfect man after your string of imperfect ones. I cannot wait for the day I get to do all this crazy maid of honor stuff for you while you sit and wait to meet Chris at the alter.”

“Me neither,” you smiled then said, “but today is not that day. Today is your day and I’m your maid of honor so stop talking and let me finish your makeup,” you scolded playfully and she laughed, closing her eyes so you could finish applying her eyeshadow.

“Hey Y/N.” Olivia, Luca’s cousin and another one of her bridesmaids poked her head into the room and your hand lowered as you looked up; Luca turned to the door as well. “Chris just arrived, do you want me to finish up so you can go see him?”

“No, it’s okay. I’m almost don-” you were cut off by Luca.

“Go see him, you doofus.” She instructed as she yanked the makeup brush from your hand. “You’ve done enough for me and this wedding, it’s time you go and enjoy it. I’ll see you when it’s time to walk down the aisle, that one I’m going to need you there for.”

“I love you,” you hugged her.

“Save those three words for Chris,” she hugged you back.

Olivia took over for you and you left the bride’s prep room and headed out into the reception hall. You found Chris by the bar with Kai, the best man and one of your oldest friends, chatting and drinking beer. The guys heard your heels coming their way and they glanced in your direction, talking and laughing amongst themselves as they turned away. You counted to three in your head and silence fell among them as you saw both men by the bar dart their gazes back onto you, letting it wash over you from head to toe. Chris choked on his beer when you smiled and gave him a flirty little wave of your fingers, and you silently thanked God that your best friend wasn’t one of those girls who wanted her bridesmaids’ dresses to be uglier than hers.

“Maid of honor,” Kai nodded at you.

“Best man,” you nodded back.

“You look beautiful,” Kai complimented.

“I think that’s my line, man,” Chris chuckled.

“And I think that’s my cue,” Kai chuckled then left.

“Well, what do you think?” You held your arms open and gracefully shimmied, showing off your dress to Chris who laughed and nodded his head in approval. “And you look very handsome also.” You grabbed him by his tie and drew yourself closer towards him until your body was flushed against his.

“Hi beautiful.” He smiled down at you because even at 5'7’’ with 4’’ heels you were still slightly shorter than him; you loved that because what girl in her right mind didn’t want a gorgeous guy towering over them?

“Hey Captain,” you smiled then kissed him tenderly as he placed his hands on your waist. “Thank you for coming,” you told him when you broke the kiss. “I know you like to shy away from the limelight but I really appreciate you being here with me.”

“I would go to Times Square on New Years Eve if it meant spending time with you.” He chuckled then kissed your hair and you felt yourself blush. “So how’s Bridezilla doing?” He joked and you laughed. “I’m surprised she’s letting you out here to see me considering the wedding’s about to start.”

“She’s surprisingly a lot calmer on her wedding day,” you told him with a light chuckle.

“That’s ‘cause you’re a wonderful friend who’s made sure everything’s gone to plan,” he poked your side and you giggled. “Seriously, Y/N, you look absolutely breathtaking. I can’t even-” he shook his head, pretending to be at a loss for words. “Forget the bride, all eyes will be on you.”

“Don’t let her hear you say that,” you warned him playfully.

“Right,” he chuckled and pretended to zip his lips.
• • • • • • • •
After the wedding ceremony- which was everything Luca had wanted since the two of you were kids- the reception began. You followed Luca around for a bit, helping her with her dress as she made her way around the reception hall greeting friends and family. It was only after she noticed Chris being crowded by a group of very single and slightly drunk ladies that she called Olivia to take over, sending you back to him to enjoy the rest of the wedding as a couple.

“Clear out, ladies.” You instructed as you pushed through them to get to Chris; you saw him let out a breath of relief. “He’s taken,” you wrapped an arm around his waist and he did the same to you. “So move it or lose it. You told them and they groaned but did as you said because they were all well aware of how catty you could be if you wanted to.

“Thank God,” he rested his head against yours. “I was so close to hiding in the bathroom until you were done with your maid of honor duties.” He admitted and you pouted, giving him sympathetic eyes. “No, I’m so glad I’m here though because this is a huge step in the right direction for our relationship. I’m really proud to be here as your boyfriend, Y/N. And if being here with you means having to deal with them- then bring them back because I can do it all day,” he quote a famous line from his Captain America movies and winked.

“I love you,” you told him with a light chuckle.

“Not as much as I love you,” he told you then smiled.

You kissed him just as the band started to play Ed Sheeran’s ‘Thinking Out Loud’. He broke the kiss with a wide smile on his face and beckoned his head towards the dance floor. You chuckled and nodded, letting him led you out there with the rest of the couples including the new bride and groom. Luca caught your eye as Chris pulled you into a slow dance position and you saw her wink, you bit back your smile as winked back.

When your legs don’t work like they used to before
And I can’t sweep you off of your feet
Will your mouth still remember the taste of my love?
Will your eyes still smile from your cheeks?

“Hey,” Chris began as the two of you swayed on the dance floor. “Do you remember the first time we met at that coffee shop and this song was playing in the background?” You nodded, smiling. “That was the first time I truly believed in love at first sight,” he said and you laughed. “Don’t laugh at me,” he chuckled. “I’m being serious.”

“I know you are,” you smiled. “And trust me, when I saw you it was love at first sight too 'cause you looked smoking as Captain America,” you teased him and he laughed. “I even liked you when you were the scrawny kid from Brooklyn, I have a weakness for blue eyes.”

“Oh, I know you do.” He grinned then spun you out then pulled you back in, causing you to giggle and causing every other girl in the room- except the bride- to envy your very situation with the most handsome man they’d ever laid eyes on.

And, darling, I will be loving you 'til we’re 70
And, baby, my heart could still fall as hard at 23
And I’m thinking 'bout how people fall in love in mysterious ways
Maybe just the touch of a hand
Well, me—I fall in love with you every single day
And I just wanna tell you I am.

So, honey, now
Take me into your loving arms
Kiss me under the light of a thousand stars
Place your head on my beating heart
I’m thinking out loud
Maybe we found love right where we are

“What do you think about this wedding?” You asked Chris. “It’s nice, isn’t it?” He nodded in agreement, scanning the room like you were. “It’s big but not so big that you don’t know everyone by name. I think I want something simple and sweet like this one day.”

“Are you trying to tell me something, sweetheart?” He asked with a cheeky grin on his face. “'Cause you know I’m crazy about you and that I will propose the second I feel like you’re ready for more. So don’t say anything you don’t mean,” he warned playfully.

“I won’t,” you chuckled. “But I can see this for us, can’t you?” You asked and he nodded with a sweet, adoring smile. “I know things are still a little early in our relationship to take that step but- it’s nice to think about.”

“No, I don’t think we’re that far off,” he disagreed. “Time is a concept, Y/N, so it doesn’t matter if we’ve only been dating for eleven months. If we know we love each other and we can see the rest of our lives together, are we really going to let time stop us from taking that leap?”

“You’re very wise for someone who’s only been alive for thirty-five years,” you said and he chuckled. “I know you’re right and it’s not the time that’s bothering me. There’s just a lot we haven’t talked about yet and we don’t even live together. What if when we move in you realize I’m an annoying person to live with and you fall out of love with me and want to break up?”

“That’s not possible.” He shook his head and you smiled which quickly turned into a fake scowl when he added. “You practically already live with me and I already know how annoying you can be to live with and I still love you.”

“You’re a jerk,” you pulled your hand out of his and playfully slapped his chest.

When my hair’s all but gone and my memory fades
And the crowds don’t remember my name
When my hands don’t play the strings the same way (mmm…)
I know you will still love me the same

'Cause, honey, your soul could never grow old, it’s evergreen
And, baby, your smile’s forever in my mind and memory
I’m thinking 'bout how people fall in love in mysterious ways
Maybe it’s all part of a plan
Well, I’ll just keep on making the same mistakes
Hoping that you’ll understand

“Tell me something.” He said when he stopped laughing, taking your hand back into his. “Something you’ve never told me or anyone- and by anyone, I mean Luca as well- before. Anything, even a weird thought you were afraid people might judge you for.”

“Why?” You giggled.

“Think of it as a bonding exercise.”

“Fine,” you huffed then thought about something you’d never told anyone before. “Well- I’ve known I wanted to be a writer since I was six and it’s-” You saw him roll his eyes because you’d told him this before. “No,” you chuckled, “I didn’t tell you the full story. You just know that I wanted to, you don’t know why I wanted to.”

“Yes I do,” he nodded. “You write because it’s fun and you make people feel with your words. There’s nothing better than seeing someone cry or laugh because of what you’d written on the page, you told me that on our first date.”

“Yes, but I started writing for myself,” you told him. “I didn’t have a great time growing up, up until my twenties- I was the girl people turned to as an option. Other than Luca, I didn’t have many real friends and I sure as hell didn’t have any good boyfriends. Writing was an escape for me, a place where I could be someone other than myself and experience life and love the way I used to watch in movies. I figured if I could do it for myself, why couldn’t I do it for other people? Give the somewhere to run to, someone to be with in their darkest hours.”

That, baby, now
Take me into your loving arms
Kiss me under the light of a thousand stars
Place your head on my beating heart
Thinking out loud
Maybe we found love right where we are (oh, oh)

“Whoever treated you as an option must have been out of their fucking minds because you’re amazing and everything you do is amazing,” he said and you smiled. “Screw those past people, especially those past boyfriends. Luca and I lucked out with you in our lives and you will always be our first choice, come hell or high water.”

“You’re amazing, you know that?” You asked Chris rhetorically and he shrugged nonchalantly. “I think I’m the one who lucked out in this relationship. You are the best guy I’ve dated and- I don’t think I want to spend the rest of my life without you,” you admitted.

“The feeling is mutual, Y/N,” he smiled. “Because when I look at you, I finally see where the rest of my life is.” He dipped his head and met your lips for a tender kiss. “Just give me the word and I’ll give you the world,” he whispered, pressing his forehead against yours.

La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, lo-ud

So, baby, now
Take me into your loving arms
Kiss me under the light of a thousand stars
Oh, darling, place your head on my beating heart
I’m thinking out loud
But maybe we found love right where we are
Oh, baby, we found love right where we are
And we found love right where we are

“I’m ready whenever you are,” you whispered back.

“Good,” he smiled and drew back slightly, “because the ring was starting to burn a hole in my pocket.” Your lips fell apart and you stared at him in awe and disbelief. “Don’t worry,” he chuckled. “I wasn’t going to propose at your best friend’s wedding, I was going to wait till the hotel even though she was begging me to, said it’d make a great story.”

“Luca knew about this?” Your gaze darted to your best friend who was far too busy with her new husband to look your way.

“Who do you think went ring shopping with me?”

“Oh my God.” You chuckled, feeling your eyes well with tears of joy.

“Think you can keep it together until we get back to the hotel?” He teased.

“I will if you will,” you smiled and kissed him once more.

46 “Ride me.”
48 “This? This belongs to me.”

-

Jealousy runs through him as he watches her with Dwight. It’s fucking stupid to feel like that, especially since she told him this morning that she loves him.
Now her head falls back and she let out a small laughter. It sounds like music in his ears and he hates himself for feeling that way. Even when he’d never tell her or anyone else about what’s going in his head.
… and his heart.
“(Y/N), back in the penthouse!” He barks, seeing her wince.
“Bu-but…”
“Now!”
She sends him a glare like he can fuck himself and fuck off, the glow in her eyes inflame a fire in his lower abdomen. Smirking he watches her go, can’t stop himself as he slaps her ass. He snickers quietly as she turns around and shows him her middle finger.
As soon as they reach the penthouse he pushes her in his bedroom, closing the door with a kick of his foot.
“You fucking need to understand something. This..” With each word he goes closer to her, his nose almost touching her as he slides his hand under the skirt.
Harshly he grabs with his glove covered hand her pussy, educing a gasp from her. “This is mine.”
With his index and ring finger he spreads her labia to massage her clit with small circles. Her eyes falling shut and she moans in pleasure, leaning in the touch.
“Say it.” He orders quietly, his dick growing from the sight of her and the heat around his fingers.
“I-I’m yours, Ne-Negan… please.” Another moan falls from her lips.
And fuck, he loves when she starts stuttering, because her head fills with bliss he only can give to her.
“Good.” He praises her before pulling back and she sighs annoyed.
“Negan.”
A pout is given and Negan has to hold back not to kiss these perfect lips as he steps back.
Maybe later when she earned it, he thinks with a devilish smirk.
“Now come.” He lies down on the bed, still fully clothed. “And ride your leader.”