i never got a chance to gif this

so i recently hit 2k followers and i’m still shook?? i can remember back when i didn’t have more than ten followers and i honestly never thought i would get any more than that, so thank you from the bottom of my heart!!!!

since i started this blog i’ve met lots of wonderful people that i’m proud to call my friends, and i’m so grateful i got the chance to talk to them because they inspire me and make me laugh all the time! so thank you everyone and ily so much!!! btw some of you listed here may know me as my sideblog @kagkik :D

here goes! (mutuals are in bolded italics)

a - c

@atwinkletoes @alarkling | @amandaseyfried | @alecsmaia | @acilles | @akaashingly | @alisarb | @alicias-clark | @aelins | @abelinajt | @alaynesasna | @ari-verse | @bradsbvry @baebastianstan | @bithgreene@bellravenclarke | @bawgdan | @bethdixon | @belcmi | @birdmacklin | @blakesgrffn | @bellesfrenchss | @bellarkestrash | @bellamyblake | @bob-morley | @bensolcs | @caringdean | @cass-ian | @captainheroism  | @cat-grant | @cockyblake | @cgrimes | @cloverlime | @clrkesbellamy | @clakregriffin | @c-sand | @cc5 | @clarys | @claryalec | @corlgrimes | @clarkemione | @cryptic-stars | @captcassivn | @clara-oswald | @croatoan-island

d - f

@daylightring | @dynamicsymmetry@daryl-dixon | @darylvdixon | @darsitaa | @dxrylswalker | @dracovengeance | @denisecloyd | @deparvohomine | @darylsbeth | @darcher | @dropshipbellarke | @dixonbeth@deansbrighthalo | @derrick-thatonegayguy@elucien | @empressmcbride@emergencyprotocol | @exoticdeviance | @emilylkinney | @erikjensen123 | @faeyrah | @feyrelight | @feysand | @feysanded@ffinnwolfhard | @fleurrdelacour | @fallingforthecaptain

g - i

@glennrhee | @gleggie@galacticaagirl | @glennsbucky | @grimes-greene | @greenerovia | @griffndors | @gobodosama | @glennierhee | @gcneraleiaorgana | @grifinnclarke | @ghostlywhitedirewolf | @guriras | @dixonangel | @hehmionee | @hireikotsu | @harley-quinn | @hikawaiona | @inkinmytea | @inukag | @inukagkik | @inupotter | @ivyandocean | @ironicphantrash | @i-am-subarashii-trash

j - l

@jamescarstairs @jamesfraserr | @jynersos | @jimonau | @jyn-erso | @jesus-daryl | @jaimelannistre | @jchnmurqhy | @kelseaglynn | @kagomehigurashi | @kag-san@kimseaokjin | @kharypayton | @kinomotos@kishseratos | @khaleesiwanheda | @kije999 | @lili-reinhart | @ledanna@lost-in-bethchilds | @lullabyjensen | @lorigrimes | @lady-demelza | @ladyarianne

m - o

@margaretrhees | @margcerys | @michonnejennings | @marystewart | @morrisonjennifer | @malec | @maggieandbeth | @magical-campanula | @mirsan | @marcuskanc | @maggierhees | @maggiegreenie | @manonblacksbeaks | @muffinblake | @montysmoon | @misseffie | @mondieuwordnerd | @maybe-obsessed | @michonnescarl | @norman-reedus | @nestarchron | @niylah | @nadiahilker | @njmphadora | @narkik | @noxaeternaa | @nightcourtlord | @narnieeeeee | @nikitajobson | @ourglennrhee | @ohmargaery

p - r

@pansexuallbellamy | @persepone | @puveblood | @platonic-bellarke | @phoenix-witches | @prairiejohnsons | @pirategf | @porter | @raylangives | @ravenslindsey | @rileyglue | @rovias | @rennoftheraven-clan | @rheesgrimes | @rumuff | @rositaseratos | @richonne | @rick-grimes | @rottenwasp | @ricksmichonne | @rhysand | @rosetylecr

s - u

@stormborn | @sirxusblack | @shumbane | @soothingheart | @sakurakinomctos | @swansashark | @smolbeanbethy | @stancy | @spacewlkr | @sankontesu | @scarlettsoldier | @skylxft | @sinuyasha | @smolholtz | @sapphicoctavia | @sherlockvowsontheriverstyx | @sesshaken | @sessmir | @sillyanshe | @skittle-unicorn | @sansastlark | @sail-not-drift | @thesupremefangirl | @tenseigaa | @talesofasalea | @thereadersmuse | @thewdead | @treatyoselfbitch | @tchamblers | @theamazingcat | @tessacarstairs | @templeton21 | @themaidenofgevaudan | @thewalkingfeeltrip | @thunderlovesbird | @thelovelylights | @timetraveln | @thevampirecat | @thesinginggreene | @thelastpatronus | @unbadgr

v - x

@valramorghulis | @vargaveronika | @verbam | @worthallyourgalleons | @whouffle | @wandaxmaximof | @wadcwwilson | @wellamyblake | @worthdyiing | @wisdomspryde | @w-alkerbait | @wentworthowl | @wandaheda

y - #

@yorleni | @youkaiyume | @zoemonroe | @zoyalina | @00sakon00

Different Kind of Punishment.

Summary;Y/N get’s detention for not doing her homework again but Mr.Hemming’s has a different kind of punishment for her. 

word count;800 

Message me if you would like part 2! 

Part 2 will contain sex just a little warning! 

I hope you enjoy this, i had this in my notes and decided i would post it

Y/N Pov

i knew getting involved with him was a bad idea but now i can’t help it.

it was never meant to be like this.

I got detention, nothing knew there.

But something changed, he didn’t look at me the same. I thought something was up with him but i never thought having sex with him would change everything.

I am in love with my teacher and there is nothing i can do about it.

He ignores me every chance he can get and he asked if i could transfer English class.

it’s not fair,but he’s married.

his words to me that night were “i love my wife, i want to make it work”

i never expected it to happen like it did, but who knew detention would lead to having an affair for 4 months with a teacher, a married teacher.

The sex was great, better than i had ever had.

i’m 17 years old and have had 3 boyfriends in high school so i wasn’t a stranger to sex, i have had it plently of times but i never had that feeling i had when i was with him.

nobody knows about not even my best friend Lucy. She would freak out if she knew,she had a crush on him but i never really did until that day.

it has been really hard not having anyone to talk to, i could talk to him but he won’t talk to me.

Yesterday at School just as the bell rang for home time i saw her, his wife. She’s beautiful, everything i wish i was. She has long blonde hair, the body and the face. No wonder he loves her, no wonder he want’s to be with her over me.

They were high school sweethearts he told me, he had the biggest crush on her since Sophomore when he was at school, he talked about her like he still had a crush on her.

It broke my heart, but it was my fault for asking him about her.

Things haven’t been working out in his marriage the last couple of months, anyone could see that at school. He wasn’t himself, always arriving late to class, clothes not ironed and he looked angry like he had just been arguing with someone. Which was probably his wife.

I guess that’s why we kept having sex for four months, i was his escape.

he made me feel special. Yes the sex was rough but sweet.

I really thought he liked me, i remember the first time.

4 Months ago..

It happened on a Wednesday but days before i could tell something was up with him. He stared at me more than he should have, when he passed my table i could feel his hands touch me longer than it should have.

By Wednesday.. i was convinced maybe he liked me but i thought it was just my crazy thinking.

I got to class early because i wanted to see him,it was quiet when i walked in. Mr. Hemmings was just going through some marking when i entered. He looked up and then looked down not saying anything, i thought nothing of it and then i just sat down on my seat.

“Well looks like i’m the first one here again” I mumbled to myself as i tilted my head slightly hoping to get a reaction from him or even a sound.

“SHUT UP” Luke shouted dropping his marking on the table making them spread all of it and fall onto the ground.

He walked around his table angrily over to me, i thought he was going to shout at me but next thing i know his hands are on my waist pulling me up to stand on my feet.

everything happened so quick. i didn’t have time to think or to even breathe and then he spoke

“You need to shut up you prick teasing little bitch”

i was so shocked by his words..

I never thought he would ever speak to me like that and the tone he used aswell shocked me more than anything,but i couldn’t help but feel turned on. It wasn’t a tone he would use when he was shouting at a pupil in class, it was like a dominant voice.

But how am i a prick teasing little bitch? I don’t walk around with my skirt up to my arse, i don’t unbutton my top for him in class, i’m just a normal pupil.

What have i done?

i was about to speak to try and calm him down but he spoke again “ You’re going to listen to me and not speak. The rules are;

Rule 1;You only answer with Yes Sir, No Sir"

Rule 2;Don’t ever call me by my name”

and Rule 3;Never speak of this to anyone"

“Do you understand Y/N” he said

“Ye sir” i spoke.

What is he going to do now..


So guys i hope you liked this, i wrote this ages ago so i’m sorry if it’s shit!

I was going to write the smut part and then post it but i’m going to see if you guys like it or not first. 

Message me or comment if you would like me to continue this. 

Until next time 

thankyou 

Love Morgan xxxxxx

Imagine Chris fulfilling his promise.

A/N: Yes, got this finished before I head out for the day. Thank God the time zones mess with my sleep schedule, right? 😂 This is a request from @ateliefloresdaprimavera. I hope you like it, love. I did, it’s honestly so cute. ❤️ And I love Mckenna, she’s really a doll. I can’t wait to watch ‘Gifted’, I’m going to sob like a baby.

Chris’ head titled as he watched you with a smile on his lips; he still couldn’t believe that he finally got to meet you in person. You’d both been in attendance of the same award shows and parties before, but he’d never gotten to chance to cross paths with you. It wasn’t until the 89th annual Oscars, at the Vanity Fair after party, that he finally caught you. You were talking to Octavia Spencer, who was a dear enough friend to Chris for him to butt into the conversation and introduce himself to you. The second your hands touch, Octavia excused herself. The look of adoration in Chris’ eyes did not go unnoticed, by you or Octavia. You were a fan of Chris’ so you’d heard him talk about how much he liked you on his interviews which was incredibly flattering, and as for Octavia- Chris had told her numerous time that he’d kill for a chance to speak with you; she wanted to get out of there before he killed her.

“You’re staring again,” you said and chuckled when Chris darted his gaze away. “I’m teasing,” you laughed and placed a hand on Chris’. “You’re fine. I like it when you stare, it’s very flattering.” He smiled and turned his hand palm up, entwining his fingers with yours. “So this is Chris Evans flirting, huh?”

“Actually,” he chuckled. “This is Chris Evans trying very hard not to freak out.” You smiled, brushing your thumb over his hand. “I’m so honored to be in your company, like you have no idea how happy I am right now.” You felt yourself blush. “You’re just such an amazing person, Y/N. This is the first time I’ve officially met you and I can say without a doubt that I’m in-love with you already.”

“Okay,” you chuckled, “I’m not that amazing.”

“I’d beg to differ,” he smiled. “You are that amazing.”

“You just met me, Chris. Are you seriously that sure about me already?” You quizzed and he nodded, smiling. “Oh please,” you giggled. “You think you know me, but you just know the person I portray when I’m in public. When you take me out on that date, you’re going to realize that I’m not all that and you’re going to get over this little crush you have on me.”

“That’s not going to happen,” he shook his head, chuckling. “Because sweetheart,” he pulled your hand to his lips and mumbled into your skin, “I’m going to marry you one day.” You laughed and nodded mockingly. “Just you wait and see,” he winked.
• • • • • • • •
You sat backstage with Lisa and Mckenna’s mom at the Ellen show where Chris and McKenna were being interviewed for their upcoming movie, ‘Gifted’. You smiled as you watched your husband through the TV, enjoying his interaction with Mckenna as you subconsciously smoothed your hand over your small baby bump. He was just going to be the greatest father when your child came along and you couldn’t wait until your little one arrived.

“Was it fun working with this guy here?”

“Yes,” Mckenna looked over at Chris, smiling. “We were always singing and dancing and he’s so nice. He has such a kind heart. He’s always doing charity and…” She trailed off, giving Chris time to respond to her sweetness.

“I pay her,” Chris chuckled, waving it off though he thought it was a huge deal that Mckenna liked him so much. It gave him a glimpse of the life he was about to have with you, hoping his own child would adore him as much as his on screen one did. “It’s not a big deal.”

“You know what’s a big deal though,” Ellen began, smiling because she too was incredibly happy for you and Chris. “You’re going to be a dad soon,” she said. Immediately Chris smiled and Mckenna clapped, bouncing excitedly in her seat. “Your lovely wife, Y/N, who is someone I absolutely adore.” Chris nodded, his smile growing wider with each second. “She’s how many weeks now?”

“She’s about fourteen weeks, so um- we’ve still got a while to go before the baby comes,” Chris answered. “We’re very excited, yeah. It’s been a long time coming, I’ve been waiting for this moment for what seems like forever.”

“Yeah,” Ellen chuckled. “I think she said the last time she was on the show- I believe it was your second wedding anniversary?” She quizzed and Chris nodded. “She said that you actually told her you were going to marry her the night you met her.”

“Uh…” Chris chuckled, scratching the back of his neck. “Yeah, I did.” He nodded and the audience clapped. “Um- She’s just one of those amazing people that you have a small window of opportunity with, y'know? I’ve been waiting for a chance to speak with her for so long that when I finally got it, I knew I wasn’t going to let it get away. She’s the one,” he shrugged, smiling. “Um-” He glanced over his shoulder when the audience clapped; Ellen had put photos of the two of you up on the screen. “Yeah, she’s beautiful and perfect and- I’m just the luckiest man on the planet.”

“Awwww,” Mckenna cooed, making Chris laugh. “That’s so sweet! You see what I mean? He has such a kind heart! He’s such a nice person, Ellen,” she told Ellen who nodded in agreement. “I just think he’s going to be the best dad and Y/N is going to be the best mom. They’re so lovely and I really like them together.”

“Aw,” Chris laughed, wrapping an arm around Mckenna, “you’re such a sweetheart. Y/N and I love her, we’ve told her parents numerous times that we’d gladly take her in if ever something happened to them.” Everyone laughed; you looked over at Mckenna’s mom, smiling, and she chuckled. “I just hope that my child loves me as much as this one.”

“Oh, of course!” Mckenna looked shocked that Chris would even say that. “Chris, you’re going to be so amazing as a dad and your baby is going to love you so much.” Chris smiled. “Trust me, you’re so much fun. There’s no way that your baby is going to love you any less than I do.”

“I agree,” Ellen nodded. “Both you and Y/N are going to be amazing parents. I wish you all the best and I urge everyone to watch ‘Gifted’ which comes out on 12th of April! The movie is absolutely amazing, the two leads are just so incredibly talented.” Chris and Mckenna smiled at each other before turning to the audience. “Chris Evans and Mckenna Grace, everyone!”
• • • • • • • •
“Hey you,” you smiled at Chris when he entered the green room with Mckenna by his side; she ran over to her mom to talk about how well she did. Chris, on the other hand, smiled and walked over to you, pulling you to your feet to hug you. “You did so good, baby. The tap dancing was top-notch,” you teased and he chuckled.

“Thank you for marrying me,” he whispered into your hair after pressing a kiss to your head. “I don’t know where my life would be if you didn’t say yes. I definitely wouldn’t be as happy as I am now, and-” he pulled away to place his hand on your bump. “I wouldn’t be a father.”

“You’re going to be an amazing father,” you smiled and placed your hand over his. “And I believe I’m the one who should say thank you. We wouldn’t be here if it weren’t for you, Chris. So thank you,” you wrapped your arms around his neck and his hands landed on your waist. “Thank you for fulfilling your promise to marry me one day.”

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Oh! Oh! Can I request a Negan x reader fic where the reader just turned 18 and Negan shares her first drink with her which leads to the bedroom? I got my fingers crossed for a little freaky-Deaky. 🤞🏻❤️ @fandomfreak202


sorry this took a decade to get out! hope you enjoy! x 


“23rd February. Red circle? Shit. Why did I circle today?” you thought curiously, looking up at your calendar, you had purchased from the sanctuary’s ‘store’ with your hard earned points. You had the job of laundry, mostly just the wives dresses and lingerie. They frequently needed them washing, considering Negan got through at least a minimum of two wives a day. You couldn’t deny your jealousy, sitting on your ass all day and getting anything you wanted would be nicer than having to go outside and deal with the post-apocalyptic world. You knew Negan would never offer you the chance to become a wife, his pet names for you were ‘kid’ or ‘little one’, making you feel like a three year-old. He would never see you as a woman, always that kid.

You got ready for the day, grabbing your point’s sheet and heading down to the washroom. Your friend, Malia was already down there, working away without you. “Trying to get some extra points? Your a half an hour early.” She quizzed, looking confused. “No, I’m just a little forgetful today. I circled today on my calendar and I can’t remember why. Did I ever mention it to you?” Malia shook her head, folding the top she was holding. “No. I can’t remember you mentioning anything.” You sighed, feeling stumped. You knew that it would annoy you until you remembered why today was so special.


 You finished your 7 hour shift, placing the washboard back in its holder.  Malia had finished about an hour ago, saying good night to you as it was getting dark when she left. You wiped your face with a flannel, a slight sheen of sweat on your forehead.  You locked the door to the washroom behind you, placing the key in your back pocket. You began walking back to your room, located on the other side of the sanctuary. You took a turn to the left, walking down the corridor that had the saviour’s rooms along it. Going up the stairs, you came to the floor that housed the wives and their rooms.  A pain of jealousy hit your heart, knowing Negan was probably with one of them right now.

You came to your door, before Simon sneaked up on you from behind, wrapping his arms around you in a hug. “Happy birthday, sweetheart!” he exclaimed, as you turned your head to look at him. That’s what you had forgotten; it was your birthday today! You didn’t really see the point in celebrating birthdays anymore, but you didn’t want to put a damper on Simon’s mood. “Thank you Si. What did you need me for?” You asked, just wanting to get a nice bath. “Negan wants to see you in his room, asap.” he said, giving you one last hug before walking off back to his duties. You started to worry a little, if Negan asked you to visit him, it wasn’t normally good. Last time, Dwight had been burnt by Negan. You couldn’t think of anything you might have done to piss him off, so you hoped it wasn’t anything negative. You walked further upstairs, onto the floor of Negan’s room. This floor was reserved for Negan and his top guys, making you intimidated and not worthy of being here. Negan’s door was placed at the end of the hallway, every step you took felt like a mile. You approached the door, breathing in and out before knocking firmly on the door.  

“Come in!” you heard him shout through the door, firm and blunt. You pushed the handle down, opening the door with a slight creak.  You popped your head around the door, seeing Negan sat at his desk, leather jacket placed on the back of his suede desk chair. “You wanted to see me, sir?” you addressed him, not knowing what your words did to him. “Come on in sweetheart.” He beckoned you in with his fingers; you feeling yourself swoon at his nickname. You walked further into the room, his eyes watching your chest swell in the tight tank top you had on. “Don’t be nervous, darlin’. I brought you in here because…” he started, opening one of his wooden desk draws to reveal a bottle of whisky. “I want your first drink to be with me.” He pulled the lid off with his teeth, grabbing two small glasses. He guided you to the couch, sitting at the side of you. He placed the glasses on the glass coffee table in front of the couches.  He passed you one, clinking the glasses together before you both gulped them down. You heaved at the taste, feeling the alcohol burning your throat. “Don’t worry darlin’, you get used to the taste.”


“So you were a teacher? In a school? With children? And you didn’t get fired, ever?” you asked in disbelief, feeling tipsy from the whisky you and Negan had been sharing. “Hey now, I was a good fucking teacher. I do wonder what happened to my students sometimes though, some of them were fucking good but others were fucking shit.” He confessed, downing the leftover contents of the glass. “Did they call you coach Negan? Or Mr Negan?” you giggled, picturing Negan in a sports outfit, playing soccer or basketball. “Always fucking sir, sweetheart. They showed me respect, just like you do doll. I like that about you.” He smiled, edging closer to you. 

“You know, being 21 now. I don’t feel any different; I don’t feel like a woman. I mean, what 21 year old hasn’t had sex before?” you sighed, not realising what you had let slip to your crush.  “You’re a virgin, doll? Oh my goodness.” He said, getting up from the seat. “Please, don’t treat me like a kid. Negan.” You sighed, walking over to him, grabbing onto his t-shirt to make him stay. “I want this, I want you. I have for a while but you see me as some dumb kid, don’t you?” you cried, letting the alcohol mess with your emotions. 

“No sweetheart, I don’t see you as a dumb kid. I see you as an independent, sexy grown woman. I’ve always wanted you, hell more than my fucking wives. I’ve imagined you in every position possible, but I didn’t want to act on it because of your age. I didn’t want to be the creepy old pervert.” He explained, his eyes burning into yours. “Well, lucky for you. I’m into older guys anyway.” You whispered into his ear, beginning to kiss under his earlobe. You heard him give a low growl, picking you up, walking towards the couch again. He put you down, spreading your legs so he could get in-between them. He placed his lips on yours, his beard rubbing against your cheek. Your fingers ran through his slicked back hair, as his hands grasped your waist. You ran your hands down his chest, and put them up his t-shirt, silently begging for him to take it off. He whipped it off, disregarding it on the floor, his full attention on you. He placed his hands on his belt, undoing it so he could get to his zipper.  

He began to slide his trousers down his legs as you took your top off, throwing it down near his t-shirt. You straddled him, feeling his hardening cock through his boxer shorts. He ran his hands up your back, unclasping your bra. As soon as your breasts were exposed, he took your right nipple in his mouth, sucking and teasing. You moaned, grabbing onto his hair. You broke away from him, so you could take off the rest of your clothes. “You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting for this babygirl.” He gasped, pulling your naked body back on top of him. You put your hands down his boxer shorts, grasping onto his hard cock. He moaned, bucking his hips slightly as he lifted himself so you could slide them off his body. They fell like a pool at the bottom of his feet, kicking them off before climbing back on top of you.

 “Fuck, are you ready sweetheart?” he asked, you dripping with anticipation. “Yes fuck!” you begged, Negan admiring you from above. He slid into your opening, you fitting him like a glove. You felt a tight pain as he began at a slow pace, knowing he didn’t want to hurt you. The pain started to subside the faster he went, you easing more into it. “Fuck, Negan harder!” you moaned, wrapping your legs around him, allowing him to go deeper. “Fuck, sweetheart. You feel so fucking good!” he said, grabbing your legs from around him, placing them on his shoulders. You gasped at the new feeling, pleasure building up in your core. Negan could feel himself getting ready, not wanting to release before you.

 “Come on baby, let me see that pretty cum face of yours.” He growled, hearing your whimpers and moans bringing him closer to his own climax. You felt yourself let go, along with a loud shout of Negan’s name. “Fuck, sweetheart. Shit!” he swore, feeling him release inside you. He fell on top of you, making sure not to crush your body in the process.

“Fuck, baby. Can I propose to you now?”

I don’t know how she did it. Fire
She was shaking all over. It took
her hours to put her make-up on.
But she did it. Even the false eye-lashes.
She ordered gin with triple
limes. Then a limosine. Everyone
knew she was the real heroine of
Blonde on Blonde.
oh it isn’t fair
oh it isn’t fair
how her ermine hair
turned men around
she was white on white
so blonde on blonde
and her long long legs
how I used to beg
to dance with her
but I never had
a chance with her
oh it isn’t fair
how her ermine hair
used to swing so nice
used to cut the air
how all the men
used to dance with her
I never got a chance with her
though I really asked her
down deep
where you do
really dream
in the mind
reading love
I’d get
inside
her move
and we’d
turn around
and she’d
turn around
and turn the head
of everyone in town
her shaking shaking
glittering bones
second blonde child
after brian jones
oh it isn’t fair

how I dreamed of her
and she slept
and she slept
forever
and I’ll never dance
with her no never
she broke down
like a baby
like a baby girl
like a lady
with ermine hair
oh it isn’t fair
and I’d like to see
her rise again
her white white bones
with baby brian jones
baby brian jones
like blushing
baby dolls”    

© Patti Smith

10

I have wanted to be an investigator for as long as I can remember. It’s the whole reason that I studied psychology in the first place. And then… for years I felt like that had been taken away… but now I’ve got a chance.

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.

“Go on a date with me,” Ansel asked for the fifth time this week, and its only Tuesday. “Come on y/n give me a chance.”

You closed your locker and turned to face him, “sorry Ansel but my answer is still the same. I’m not interested in a relationship right now.”

As you were walking away he slid in front of you, blocking the school doors, “who said anything about a relationship? Let’s just go out to dinner or something and talk like friends. And if you like me, we can go on another and then maybe we can think about a relationship.”

You pretended to think about it, “No.” You shoved past him and walked out.

Your best friend fell into step with you. “Why do you look so grumpy?”

“Ansel won’t drop this date thing,” you grumbled.

She sighed, “you know maybe you should give him a chance y/n! I don’t see why you think he’s playing you.”

Glaring at her, you said, “because he’s like that! He plays with girls! Remember Cindy? He tore her heart out.”

“But he’s never tried so hard to win a girl over!” She pointed out, “he always got what he wanted and you’re a challenge.”

You stopped walking and turned to her, “yeah, I am. What happens when I accept and the challenge is over? He’ll get bored and dump me for the next girl.”

“Whatever,” she rolled her eyes, “I still think you should give him a chance.” Then she walked off to her car.

The next day

You walked into third period, Advisory, dreading the whole hour. You’ve been avoiding Ansel all day but there was no avoiding him now. In a class where you just sit and talk about how you’re doing in school. Seriously what is the point of it?! And you had it with Ansel. Great.

“Everyone pull up a seat and gather into a circle,” your teacher said, “how is everyone doing today?”

Everyone mumbled a quiet, “good,” but Ansel, being the attention seeking jock he is flailed his arms and yelled, “oh I’ve been having a terrible week Mrs.Kay!”

“And why is that Ansel?”

He stood up to make a scene, “oh nothing! I’ve just been gathering the courage to ask out this girl I really like ALL month and when I finally man up and ask her, she says no!”

Ansel smiled at you, if looks could kill, he’d be dead by now. “Why do you think she’s saying no?” The teacher asked.

He sighed, “because let’s be honest, I haven’t been the best boyfriend in this school. I’m kind of a jerk who broke many hearts. And I know she’s afraid I’ll break hers. But I’m not perfect, and I don’t mean to do all this. I’m looking for the girl I’ll be in love with! And along the way I made mistakes! Oh I’ve made Many! But I actually like her. And I wish shed give me a chance.”

“Why don’t you tell her this?”

“I just did,” he smiled, and every girl in class blushed, probably thinking it was her. “And I’ll ask her out once more. Of she looks me in the eyes and says no. I’ll stop. But I want her to know I’m not all bad. I promise.”

He walked around the circle, winking at random girls, “so…” He stopped in front of you, “y/n, will you join me for a home cooked dinner at my house this Friday night? Please?”

You met his eyes, and you saw something you never expected to see. Innocence, and fear. Fear of what? Being rejected in front of these people that mean nothing to him? Or fear of being rejected by you, a girl he truly likes..

You let out a frustrated groan and hurried your head in your hands, how can you possibly say no?

ISAAC LAHEY X READER 

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Request:  Hey can you do a Isaac imagine where your bestfriends before the bite and after he starts acting like an ass to you so you call him out on it and tell him that the person in front of you isn’t your bestfriend. You can decide how it ends thanks loves 💚🖤

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Her head spun, cool wind whipping against her cheekbones as she sprinted through the green underbrush, her eyes reflecting the stars in the sky, lungs filling with the scent of fresh pines. She continued to run, to press on until her legs ached and her chest heaved with the need for oxygen, stopping to sink onto a patch of dirt that had a vantage point over the forest, giving her a birds eye view of the trees which were cloaked in inky darkness. The girl outstretched her legs, fingers sinking in the soil, and eyes fluttering closed while she took in the sweet release of peace and quiet, soon to be broken by an aggravated werewolf.

“(Y/N),” came a voice from behind her.

She flinched, blinking through her long lashes to get a look at the person who stood shrouded in moonlight.

“Isaac? What are you doing here?” she asked with intrigue.

He sunk down beside her, his eyes forward, “I could ask you the same.” A starry glow settled over his defined facial structure, blue eyes glowing vibrantly under the diamond dotted sky.

“Oh?” she responded in confusion. “I’ve just been feeling really weighed down recently, what with,” she paused a moment, “you know, everything that’s been going on.”

“You mean you becoming a werewolf,” Isaac grumbled.

“Yes, that. I guess I just needed to get out, escape it all for a little while,” she sighed, not picking up on the bitterness in Isaac’s voice.

“Yeah, well you can’t escape it. This sticks with you, and it’ll stay that way for the rest of you’re life, so don’t think you can just run through the forest and lose that part of you with the wind,” he said flatly.

She stared at the stone faced boy who sat beside her, and he continued on ignoring her gaze and running his fingers through his honey hair with agitation.

“I…um, okay?” she managed at last.

“That’s it? Okay?” Isaac snapped, turning to her and staring daggers into her bewildered expression.

“I don’t know what you want me to say,” she admitted. “I was just taking a breather to clear my mind, alright?”

“Yeah well maybe you should realize that coming out here at night will do nothing to change the fact that you’re life is over, and it has been from the second you were bit,” Isaac fired back, his jaw pulsating.

Her brows arched, lips parting in surprise, “excuse me?!”

Isaac tilted his face in towards hers, his voice soft and dangerous, “you heard me.”

She stood at once, kicking up dirt and spinning on her heel, her head tilted to the canvas in the sky as she took in shaky breaths and tried with all her might to calm her heartbeat.

“Feel that?” he whispered from behind her. “Heart racing, anger flaring, and that urge that’s begging you to turn right now? Just some of the perks of being a monster.”

“Stop it,” she commanded, her fists balling, nails pinching at her flesh as they extended outwards.

“Go on, let yourself do it. Or don’t. It’s not like you have the self restraint anyways,” he dared.

“SHUT UP!” she bellowed, turning and throwing a fist out towards the werewolf, who instantly caught her blow in his palm.

“Nice try,” he smirked with amusement, “rookie effort.”

She let a soft growl, a rumble gathering in her chest, fangs sinking into her tongue as they peeked out.

“Good, you’re angry,” he sighed with false pity. “It’s too easy with you.”

“Stop it,” she commanded through a ragged breath.

“Or what? You’ll fail at me again?” he breathed.

She looked at the boy in front of her, the one with the strong exterior but soft spot in his heart. She wanted to see him, his cute little smile and bouncy little curls, but she only saw a stranger under the moonlight.

“Just admit it, you’re too pathetic to ever survive our lifestyle,” he snapped.

“Stop,” she said again, her nostrils flaring as she pushed down the pain in her chest.

“Make me,” he dared.

Her eyes flared a bright copper color, claws extending, teeth protruding, and a growl emerging from her lips. She threw out a fist, but Isaac easily ducked, his head bent to the ground, and when it lifted again, his normally bright blue eyes mimicked her own. He lunged forward and aimed a fist at her, but she twisted his wrist back before he could make contact, causing him to wince out in pain. He fought back harder this time, his knee coming to her stomach and making her stumble back, the wind being forced out of her. She snarled and raked her claws against his flesh, but only enough to scrape at his skin.

“Come on,” he panted, “I know you could hurt me right now, and yet you haven’t.”

She went to slash at him again, but when he simply stood there as if to let her, withdrew her claws and pulled away.

“Why won’t you do it?” has asked, his golden eyes narrowing.

She only shook her head in response.

“DO IT,” he screamed, sending a punch at her jaw.

But she didn’t withdraw, she just stood there as his fist made contact with her face, hoping he wouldn’t do it, and crying out with anguish when he did. Her jaw was broken, and even though she could feel it healing at once, it still hurt like hell. The girl whimpered and hobbled away from Isaac, clutching at her face and sinking to the ground as a fresh waved of tears begged for escape behind her closed eyes, her fangs and teeth receding at once. She did not welcome the sobs that came, aware it only made her look even weaker, but she also didn’t accept the hand that came to her shoulder.

“You won, okay? Now leave me alone,” she said through a broken sob, her knees tucked to her chest.

“(Y/N)…” Isaac started unsurely.

“LEAVE!” she screeched, causing him to step back in alarm. “If you want me out of your life so badly, just do it already. I would’ve cared if it was Isaac Lahey, my best friend,” she whimpered, “but you’re not him. Not since I turned, at least.”

“I just-” Isaac began again.

“Don’t,” she begged softly.

Isaac gulped down the lump in his throat, giving a shake of his head, blonde curls spilling over his forehead.

“I don’t know what happened to you, Isaac, but this isn’t you. I don’t know why you hate me because you know I-I never wanted this. I d-didn’t want to be a werewolf, but now I have to be, because I got lucky enough to have a second chance at living, and I thought you of all people would want that for me. But I guess I was wrong, and you’d rather have me dead.” She lifted her head, steely eyes staring forward.

“I don’t want that,” he whispered, almost inaudibly.

“Then what happened!?” she stood, spinning to face the somber looking boy. “What happened to our little moments, our talks, our hugs, our laughs? Did they all die with me?” she panted softly.

Isaac’s eyes softened with sadness, “I don’t know.”

“So that’s it then? I lost my best friend with no explanation as to why?”

He shook his head, blinking through his lashes, his jaw pulsating lightly.

“Fine,” she turned to leave with a bitter chuckle.

“Wait,” he begged, voice breaking.

She stopped in her tracks, listening.

“I know you never wanted to be a werewolf, but…neither did I. When I found out what happened to you, I just- I broke inside. Not because of anything you’d done, but because of my own selfishness. I never wanted this for you because you don’t deserve it, you deserved the world, and you were so close to having it in your hands. You had a whole life ahead of you, one you worked so hard for, one you should’ve had, but instead you got this, you got-” he paused, tears leaking from his eyes, his lower lip quivering, “you got me.”

She turned slowly, looking at the broken boy who stood before her.

“I mean when I turned I had nothing but a life of no purpose, and a father who made me fear for my existence, I was already gone,” he trembled. “But not you. You were good, and you had friends, family, good grades, and a good life. I knew that becoming a werewolf meant all of that would change for you, and nothing would ever be the same again. I guess I just thought the best way for you to go on was without a person like me in your life, a person with nothing to offer you but more pain, and the easiest way for me to do that is if you hated me, which you do now.”

He took in a shaky breath, “I’m so sorry.”

She stared at him, tears streaming down her cheeks, not giving another moment of hesitation before she launched herself into Isaac’s chest, her arms flying around his neck and face burrowing into his collarbone. He froze for a second with surprise before he relaxed around her, arms around her waist and squeezing her tightly into him. 

“You were always good enough for me, Isaac Lahey,” she breathed into him.

He placed his chin atop her head, silent tears pooling in his eyes as he brought his hand to her hair and ran his slender fingers through her locks, his throat closing up.

“And you were right. With everything that’s been going on, I’m- I’m scared,” she mumbled into him. “And that’s why I need my best friend now more than ever. Because despite everything, you’ve always remained the one constant in my life, and you’re…” she trailed off.

“What?” he murmured, releasing her as his hands came to cup either side of her face so he could get a good look at her.

“You’re my anchor,” she whispered.

He used his thumb to brush the tears away from her eyes, his touch comforting to her cold flesh.

“I will never leave you. Ever.”

Her own hand came to lace through Isaac’s fingers, “promise?”

“I promise you,” he said. “And I will do everything I can to help you, to make sure you get that life you so dearly deserve.”

She bent forward, touching her forehead gently to his, unsure of what to say anymore. Isaac’s bright blue eyes bore into her own, causing her heart to flutter, and the ground to spin beneath her. 

“Trying to let go of you only taught me my greatest fear,” he said softly, after a long silence.

“And what’s that?” she asked.

“Losing you.”

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

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

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

‘Almost a Mistake’ (Part 2)

Part 1

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

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

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

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let’s try it

pairing: mark x reader
genre/warning: no warning. fluff-ish. 
word count: 548
description: first in series based on got7′s ‘never ever’. 
a/n: we’re apparently just addicted to song-based drabbles, so we’re starting a series with flight log: arrival. there will be seven based on the title track and then one for the other songs. please enjoy! 


After fumbling with your keys, you finally manage to lock your apartment. Your friends insisted that you go out tonight because it was time to move on. You have no desire to go, and it was hard not to take your trouble with your keys as a sign you shouldn’t. But, you had promised them.

You’re lost in your thoughts as you head to the stairwell and nearly collide with a man coming down the hall, “Sorr-” You begin to say but stop when you see his face. Your mouth goes dry, and your heart begins to race. “Mark?” You croak out.

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Dr. Castiel

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Title: Dr. Castiel

Pairing: Castiel x Reader

Word Count: 748

Warnings: Fluff

A/N: This wasn’t requested, but I thought this would be a cute thing to write for all of you <3 <3 Feedback is welcomed and appreciated! I love you all so much!! <3 <3

With Sam and Dean gone on a hunt on the East Coast, Castiel was left with you.  Unfortunately, you were sick.  Castiel wasn’t familiar with the flu, but he was sure it wasn’t life threatening to you.  He made sure to watch you carefully.  

Castiel padded to the kitchen after reading articles on your laptop about the virus.  He was going to make you some toast to test your stomach.  That was one thing the angel could do without setting the bunker on fire.  

Once he prepared the toast, he walked back to your room.  Castiel poked his head into your room, seeing if you were awake.  He learned that humans rested more when they were ill.  You were no exception.  Netflix was streaming on your tv, but you hadn’t moved.  Castiel took it upon himself to enter your room.  He set your toast down on the nightstand nearest to you.  

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I missed that smile …

Kai Parker x Reader

 (593 words , drabble)

(Reader breaks up with her boyfriend and Kai is there for her , in a way she didn’t expect…)

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Y/N sat on her couch , a light blanket covering her knees. A box of chocolates was sitting on the small table nearby. She reached for them but someone snatched them away from her.
“Nah - uh. You are cut off.” a male voice said.
“Give them back ! I need them !” she pleaded. It has been only a few days , she had stopped crying even tho her eyes still hurt. Y/N tried to snatch the box from his hands but he was way too fast for her.
Kai put the chocolates out of Y/N’s reach and sat on the other end of the couch , pulling the blanket so it covered his knees too. Y/N was pouting. A small smile showed up on his face before he spoke.
“Look , I know your boyfriend broke up with you … but eating a ton of chocolate is not going to make the pain go away.” Y/N stared at him for a few moments trying to decide what to say and in the end she just sighed. She had to admit it - he was right .. and all the chocolates did was made her feel sticky.
“Fine. Keep the chocolates.” Y/N said as she got up and went to the small cupboard at the other end of the room , opened it and grabbed a bottle of bourbon. “That will have to do then.” she muttered to herself. A blink of an eye later Kai was standing next to her , the bottle in his hand.  He chuckled and shook his head disapprovingly. Y/N let out a frustrated scream.
“Malachai Parker … ” she started “… what part of ‘I am in pain’ don’t you understand?!”  she said walking back to the couch. Sometimes Kai was really getting on her nerves. Emotions were new to him but still , why couldn’t he grasp the concept that she was just trying to shut down the pain , drown it somehow. He had offered to compell the pain away but she had said no. It didn’t seem fair to her.
“I don’t want an easy way out…” Y/N had told him.

Kai returned the bottle where it belonged and caught up with her in a split second using his vampire speed. He grabbed her hand and made her hurt around.
“I have an idea …” he said wrapping his hands around her waist and pulling her closer.  "… about something that might take your mind off of this.“ A mischievous smile on his face. 
”What do yo- “ she started to say but never got the chance to finish.
Y/N was so startled at first , she couldn’t register what was happening. Kai had leaned in and kissed her. She pulled back confused and a little shocked. Locking eyes with his she felt happiness flow through her for the first time in days ,only somehow magnified. Kai started saying something but he barely managed to being opening his mouth when she kissed him. He slowly backed her to the couch , climbing on top of her never breaking the kiss. Y/N pulled his body closer to hers. It felt as if electricity was coursing through her veins and she wanted more. She wanted this moment never to end. Far too soon for Y/N’s liking ,  Kai pulled away. He was smiling and Y/N was smiling too.
“There it is!” he said grinning. “I missed that smile !”
“Shhh…” Y/N shushed him “Just kiss me again.” she whispered smiling , pulling him closer again.


NOTE :  This is my first drabble / super short story , hope you guys like it ! :)

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Imagine skipping class with Chris.

A/N: Here’s Part 3. You can read the previous parts here: (Unexpected Reader - Part 1/Part 2) I hope you enjoy it, ‘cause I am. I like that it’s not as easy as the other love stories, it’s nice to see them really work for what they want. Anyhoo, I’ll leave you to read. X

Chris paced the pavement outside your apartment building, fingers playing with the hairs on his face. He was waiting to catch you before you headed to UCLA for your Tuesday morning class. The class that you’d told him numerous times was your least favorite and least important with your least favorite lecturer, hence why he was waiting outside your door; he had hope he could be a bad influence and steal you away for the day.

Since meeting at the airport a few weeks ago, you’d been inseparable. It was insane, but you could now safely say you were friends with Chris Evans. The same Chris Evans you’d been a fan of for years, and also the same Chris Evans who was a fan of your work. You still couldn’t believe it when he told you he’d read all your stories- that he was an avid fan of your mini-series. You thought you’d died in a plane crash on your way over to Sydney where you were catching a flight back to Los Angeles, and that all of it was part of your afterlife. But no, you were still alive and you were friends with your celebrity crush who had planned an amazing day for you.

His plans started with breakfast because he knew you more often than not skipped breakfast, then he was taking you to Marvel Studios in Burbank to meet some of the people in the industry. His grand finale had him pulling some crazy strings; he still couldn’t believe he was going to be able to take you inside the Dolby Theatre- where he knew your incredible talent would take you one day- and have dinner on the stage itself. He didn’t realize that in doing all of it, he was basically doing what he promised he wouldn’t do until he answered the question he’d been losing sleep over- “am I in-love with her, or the idea of her?”- and that was to take you out on a date.

But the thing he didn’t see was that if he was in-love with just the idea of you- the image he’d conjured from the words you’d written, he would’ve just taken you out already. He wasn’t just being your friend to start with because he was confused, he was doing it to show you that he respected and cared about you. Yes, your second person protagonist was wonderful and he wished he had that life, but that wasn’t real and you were. You were real and as wonderful and right in front of him; he wasn’t going to do anything to risk losing you. If he had to take it incredibly slow to achieve the life you clearly both craved, so be it.

“As I live and breathe,” Chris heard your voice and a smile immediately formed on his lips. “Chris Evans.” He looked up and saw you exit, smiling as you slung your bag over your shoulder and walked down the steps to meet him. “To what do I owe this pleasure?”

“Well…” He began, taking your backpack from you to help with the load; you smiled at the gesture as you took the arm he was holding out for you. “I was just wondering if you’d let me be a bad influence and steal you away for the day.” He said as the two of you started walking towards the direction of your university.

“Mm…” You wiggled your mouth from left to right, pondering. Your attendance was- as they say- on point, so you could afford to skip one day without any negative repercussions. “Depends,” you quipped with a smirk and he bit back his smile to hide his growing excitement. “What’s the offer?”

“I can’t tell you just yet,” he winked and you rolled your eyes. “But I can assure you that it’s better than anything Professor Killian can offer you.” You laughed and he nudged you playfully, “c'mon. You’re the perfect student, you can afford to miss one day. The most you’ll get is a light slap on the wrist, a 'I’m not angry, just disappointed’ speech.”

“That is a terrible speech to get.”

“True, but I promise it’ll be worth your time.”

“Is it worth missing my chance at education though?”

“Oh, definitely,” he nodded with a serious look that made you laugh. The second you started laughing, his lost his composure and a wide smile spread across his face. “It’s a boring and uninspiring class, Y/N. I think you’re much better off spending the day with a guy who’s been in the industry for decades now.”

“Wow, decades. That’s amazing, Chris,” you said and he nodded, a little to smugly. “But do you want to know what’s even more amazing?” You tried not to laugh as you proceeded to tease, “that I’m friends with a man sixteen years older than me.” You quipped then laughed when he shot you a deadpan look, even though he was trying very hard not to smile.

“Ha ha,” he bit playfully and you giggled. “Are you going to let me take you for the day or what?” You shrugged, smirking, but of course you were; you would never give up a chance to spend time with him. “I know you don’t want to miss out on school, but our trip is going to be somewhat educational. So…” He trailed off, smiling.

“Somewhat educational, you say? Oh, well- how could I refuse?” You dramatically responded in a almost south western accent; he nodded in response, chuckling at your overacting. “It sounds like you’ve got an actually educational event beat.” Your normal accent returned as you continued to tease him. “I guess I’m all yours, Evans.”

Chris felt his heart flutter at that statement, which was something he’d only read himself do in your stories. He realized that the more time he spent with you, the more he felt like he was living in one of your perfect worlds where nothing would ever go wrong. He looked over at you as you allowed your attention to drift from him to a woman walking her Labrador, and smiled when he saw you smile. Was he in-love with you, or was he just here for the perfect experience? You were a writer and he read your works; both of you knew what the other expected. So what if all of this was just another story? What if things between the two of you weren’t real? He didn’t want to jump into things too soon, the last thing he wanted was to hurt you or get hurt himself. Things were still foggy, everything was still so new. He needed more time to figure out if what he was feeling- what you were feeling- was genuine and not based off a fantasy.

“Just out of curiosity,” you began and Chris fell out of his thoughts, “are we going to walk to wherever you’re planning to take me? 'Cause um-” you glanced over you shoulder and he followed suit, “your car is back there.”

“We’re coming back to get it, we’re just going to get some breakfast first seeing as you skipped yours this morning?” He raised a brow and waited for your confirmation; you nodded, chuckling. “I just know you too well, Y/N. You should really stop giving out personal details in your stories, there are repercussions to telling the internet things.”

“Yes, but not all repercussions are negative. I mean-” you poked his arm and smiled, “I wouldn’t be here with you right now if I didn’t write the way I wrote.” He chuckled then nodded in agreement. “And that breakfast thing you found out after being friends with me, my protagonist always eats breakfast.” He rolled his eyes as a response. “And I don’t skip breakfast on purpose, it’s actually my favorite meal of the day. I just-”

“Like sleep more,” he finished for you and you scoffed in amazement. “I told you,” he winked and you chewed the inside of your cheek to prevent yourself from smiling too widely, “I just know you too well. I mean- we have lived a thousand lives together, it’d be embarrassing if I got details about you wrong.”

“Very much so,” you quipped, blushing.

Even though things with Chris were more comfortable now, you still had moments where you had to just breathe. You were a fan of his, after all. He was your celebrity crush and there wouldn’t be a day where he wouldn’t be. Friends or not, you still got overwhelmed by him. The way he talked, the way he smiled, his laughter- everything got to you if you didn’t take a step back from yourself. You knew it was wrong and that it probably wouldn’t happen, but you were still holding out for a relationship with him. The only thing that prevented you from showing that side of yourself was fear; fear of so many things.

What if he was only here because he was trying to see if you matched the character he loved so much? What if you were just something to take his mind off his breakup with Jenny Slate? What if you got together and you weren’t good enough for him? What if his mother hated you and he broke up with you because he was so close to his mother? You were turning twenty, he was turning thirty-six; he had his whole life figured out and you were still sorting through things; he was Chris Evans and you were just Y/N Y/L/N. Everything about the two of you didn’t make any sense; the only thing connecting the two of you was your stories. So what was going to happen when that excitement became obsolete? What was going to happen when he realized you were just a girl?

“Pancakes or waffles?” Chris’ voice brought you back to reality. “Wait, don’t answer that,” he held a finger up at you before you could answer him; you chuckled softly. “I should know this, I mean- what did Chris cook for Y/N whenever they had breakfast together?”

“Pancakes,” you both answered in unison then laughed. “You know what, Christopher Evans. I think it’s time you tell me more about yourself.” You said and he raised a brow with a cute smirk on his lips. “Every detail in my story about me is true, I’ve just been guessing with you. So right now, you know more about me than I know about you, and that’s not very fair, is it?”

“No it’s not,” he smiled, his hidden feelings for you surfaced slightly and you blushed at the look of love in his eyes. “Okay then, Y/N.” He caught himself and blinked, smiling like a friend would instead of a lover. “What would you like to know?”

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Part 3B

“Baby girl come here for a second.” you hear your boyfriend call from the living room where he’s sitting with his friend Jin “Ok. what do you want I’m busy trying to make dinner.” You stomp into the living room in the attire you thought company wouldn’t have to see which is only one of Namjoons shirts that fit largely on your frame and a pair of lacey black underwear. His shirt large enough to hide the fact you don’t got shorts. “Princess. Don’t talk to me like that. I was just going to tell you that Jin here is curious about the pretty little lady I told him I was dating you know we’re busy all the time so he never actually had the chance to meet you. Say your sorry and come here" he glared at you with his eyebrow raised and patted his lap. You walked forward towards the slender man across from your boyfriend “I am sorry.” turned around you settled yourself onto Namjoons lap wiggling your butt shifting your shirt up just so unintentionally showing your boyfriend you don’t have an shorts on. You nuzzle your face into the side of his neck whispering so only he could hear you “I’m sorry Daddy. I’ve been a bad girl. Please don’t punish me.” You felt his jaw clench tightly as he paused his conversation just long enough to shift you so you where sitting in such a way his member rested between your asscheeks and his right hand resting on the side of your ass. “So Princess. Tell Jin here your name.” You gave a shy smile and continued to do as he said “Hi. I’m y/n. thank you for taking such good care of this handful right here” you say giving Namjoons chest a small pat. You felt a tight squeeze. “Nice to meet you y/N. He has told me so much about you it’s finally nice to be able to meet you” he said with a polite smile. Namjoon adjusts his hops just so that he grinds into your ass once causing you to take a sharp breath. You knew you were going to be in for some hell. You rest your foot on the floor and begin to shake your leg impatiently knowing how long he plans on talking to his friend. With your body harshly moving from your leg shaking you barely noticed Namjoons small hip thrusts that would be almost unnoticeable unless you were paying serious attention to our laps. The devilish man under you continued to talk to Jin not missing a beat, the man across from you utterly clueless as to the evens unfolding in front of him. You feel Namjoons dick harden between your asscheeks causing a small trickle of warmth to spill between your legs.You lean your head back still shaking your leg not wanting these small thrusts to stop you turn your face to his neck breathing against his neck “Daddy” He stops hearing you call him by that name. You stop shaking your leg and begin to stand up. “I’m gonna go finish dinner. ill make a plate for Jin too.” You walk into the kitchen hearing Namjoons behind you telling him he’ll be right back with 2 beers. You feel him shove you against the fridge by your neck squeezing just enough that you take your bottom lip in your teeth. he leans forward and gives your neck one soft teasing bite before his hot breath tickles your ear “Stop playing games with Daddy just because he has company kitten. How dare you not have shorts on with Daddies friend sees your precious sweet treats that belong solely to me.” He turns you just enough that your ass is out towards him. he grips your cheeks between his hands and falls quickly to his knees liking the view he licks a long stop from your hit core to unexplored hole. He moved your unwear to the side just enough that he can swirl his tongue against your untouched heat. You gasp softly unexpectedly shoving your hips back against his tongue. He stands up pulling your hair “Be good kitten. Don’t make me punish you” He grabs 2 beers waking out of the kitchen leaving your fingers to quickly dip below your panty line and feel the warmth pooling at the bottom of your underwear. You finish up dinner “Dinner is ready” you say as you walk out with the boys plates you lean down to put Jins plate in front of him. As you leaned I’ve the front of the shirt bagging out slightly exposing your black lacey underwear. You gave Namjoons his plate and set yours down next to it as he grabbed you roughly by the waist pulled you back down onto his lap whispering into the back of your neck. “I saw that kitten. So did Daddies friend I saw it. He licked his lips like a greedy kid seeing my treats. After dinner I’m sending him home and you are fucked Princess.” You ate in silence as the boys happily carried on with their conversation “Hey man. I’m sorry in gonna head to bed I’m still kinda worn out from the tour.” Jin smiled and agreed shaking hands with the sexual devil you call a boyfriend.“ as soon as Jin walked out he shoved you off his lap and bent you over the couch exposing your ass. “What was that kitten? Did you want to be punished. Did you want Daddies friend to see my snack.” As he finished his sentence his hand landed on your ass with a sharp smack. You cried out and turned to look up at him “Of course not Daddy. I didn’t mean to.” He growled at the site of the fresh red mark making it’s way across your ass and the wetness that began to trickle down your leg. “Bad girls don’t get a treat. Good daddies do though and today Daddy wants something new.” The way his voice sounded sent a shock through your body he walked up behind you grabbing your hips pulling your underwear down exposing your ass. “This is my treat today not this” He leans down brushing his nose against your dripping core as he leans back up to kiss your right asscheek. You whimper wiggling your hips trying to lead him back down to where you need himmost. “Not today Kitten. You were bad.” He grips your waist hard enough it was surely to leave bruises. He licks down your ass lingering at your puckered entrance he sticks his tongue in darting it quickly in and out softening it up. He pulls himself up leaning over you his face in your neck as he sticks one finger in “Shit Princess your sucking my finger right into you.” You cry out softly at the new feeling. You feel your backside sting as he adds a new finger. “Princes you’ll have to let Daddy loosin you up or your gonna hurt tomorrow.” He kisses down your back until he reaches your dripping hot core. He gives it a small kitten lick before trailing back up to replace his fingers with his tongue. He moistens up your puckered hole as whips out his rock hard member pumping it quickly. He stands gentally running the tip against your slightly gaping hole. He pushes in slightly causing a sharp hiss to escape your lips “quiet kitten. Daddy doesn’t want to hear any protest.” He pushes in quickly your eyes filling with tears as a cry escapes past your lips “Daddy please” you cry out not used to him being in this untouched part of your body. He grabs your hair pulling you instinctively start to move your hips back and forth a tear falling from your eye as you feel yourself being stretched. “Damn princess. you’re so fucking tight. you’re body is sucking me in. ugh- fuck” He growls deep from in his throat as he starts to snap his hips against your ass. Your cried quickly turn to little mewls of pleasure as he starts rubbing your clit in rough quick circles. “Daddy I’ve been a bad girl please teach me a lesson” He takes a finger and slips it between your lips “Suck it kitten.” You quickly do as you are told taking his finger and swirling tour tongue bobbing your head imagining it was his hot member that’s currently wrecking your ass. You groan onto his fingers as you feel a knot build in your stomach you arch your back to meet his thrusts. Namjoon notices the small change and removes his fingers from your sensitive bud “what did I say kitten your not cumming tonight only daddy is.” You cry out at the loss of friction from the bundle of nerves. “Daddy please” You try to rub yourself but he quickly removes your hands grabbing your wrists holding them behind your back “No way. Stop that baby girl.” You cry out as he gives a deep thrust. He Pulls your arms back just far enough that he’s as deep as he could possibly get his head falls back and a deep throaty groan makes it’s way past his plump lips “uhh~ kitten~ you feel so good against daddies cock. you’re doing such a good job princess. being so good~” His thrusts get quicker and sloppier as he gets close to his climax. He leans over your back letting you have your arms back as he grabs your throat squeezing your airways just enough that euphoria sweeps throughout your body. He bites into your shoulder followed by a tight squeeze to your throat as you feel his load fill your ass. You cry out wishing you could follow along with the high. He pulls out cum dribbling from your stretched freshly fucked hole. He pants looking at your sweaty panting form his cum falling out of you. A scene he mentally took a picture of to bring him to his end when you aren’t around to do so. “Kitten you look so good with my cum filling you. Fuck” He places a harsh slap on your ass wiping away the sweat that was pouring down his face. You arch your back sticking your ads far up in the air “Look at that pretty pink pussy just dropping sweetnes down your legs… tsk tsk too bad kitten wasn’t good today Daddy really would have loved to finish up with a sweet treat. Maybe a taste wouldn’t hurt..” He takes his index finger and wiped up collecting as much of your juices as he could before bringing it to his lips. He bites his lip eyes drifting shut “Princess you taste so sweet If only” You purr quietly as you turn your head eyes half shut before you wiggle your ass in his direction “Daddy next time can we use toys… and both holes.” Namjoon lunges forward taking your earlobe inbetween his teeth “Dont tempt me kitten. I want to destroy your pretty pussy but for now you get nothing.“ You smile innocently at him thinking of all the ways you could get yourself in trouble “Yes Daddy”.

LOST 
    - PART II


Kai Parker x Reader
word count 
: 4 723
warning : possible triggers (around the end of the story)
summary : continues the story from part I 
*gif by me
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Kai moved a little closer to her and Y/N stood up, glancing at her friends with a confused look in her eyes. He couldn’t believe what was happening and couldn’t believe he hadn’t foreseen Seline’s little trick. How hadn’t he figured out there would be a catch? Was this what his life was supposed to be? Endless sea of pain and misery with only a few isles of happiness here an there? Why would fate throw him and Y/N together, allow them to have a child just to crush both of them afterwards? How it was that just when he had everything he could’ve ever wanted – people who truly love him and care for him, he ended up having his happiness slip right through his fingers?
   “Y/N? Y/N, it’s me. Kai.“ he got up, taking her hands in his so suddenly she slightly jumped up. “S-sorry. I – Please tell me you know who am.”
   “No.“ she smiled nervously at him, yanking her hands free. “Sorry. I have no idea who you are.”
Damon took a step towards them, lightly pushing Kai away. “Oh-kay. How about we get you to a hospital. Caroline ?”
   “Hospital ?“ questioned Y/N. “Why would I need a –”
   “I’ll explain everything on the way.“ smiled Caroline, taking a step towards Y/N and Kai who looked like sad lost puppy unable to tear his eyes away. “You know who I am right?”
   “Yeah. I do –“ she smiled. “Stefan, Damon, Bonnie, Caroline and … the only person I don’t know is him.”
   “But you do know me !“ exclaimed Kai trying to push his way past Damon. "Get out of my way. Don’t you see what Seline has done ?!”
The eldest Salvatore placed his hands on Kai’s shoulders and held him away while he watched as the girl he loves walked through the door. Only after they were gone, the vampire let go off him.
   “Listen to me twirp.“ started Damon. "I know you care about her in your own weird twisted way but now it’s not the time –”
   “When would be the time, Damon ?“ asked Kai, rubbing his chin. "I get it. You hate me but this is not about me. It’s about Y/N and my son. Tell me when do I get to meet him?” he stared at the vampire for a long moment. “You know what, don’t answer that. There is someone I have to go torture and kill downstairs right now. I suggest you go to Mystic Falls and get that pitching fork. Fast. Because Seline might be our only way to get Y/N’s memories back.”
Kai pushed his way past the vampire when Stefan blocked his way.
   “Where are you going ?“
   “Downstairs to rip Seline’s head off. Weren’t you listening ?” said Kai as if it’s obvious and in a flash he whooshed himself downstairs to the cells. He could barely contain his emotions or understand what half of them meant but the second he saw the siren, anger won over. “What have you done to her ?”
   "Awwh you woke her up. Good for you.“ smirked Seline, getting up from the bed she had been sitting on, playing cards. "I take it you didn’t like how your reunion went?”
Kai clenched his jaw, trying hard not to enter the cell and get things physical.
   “Tell me how to get her memories back or I swear –“
   “Your threats don’t work on me, Kai.” she stated. “I work for the Devil himself. I warned you. Did you really think you’d get to wake her up and pick up where you had left off ? Have a family while working with Cade ? It doesn’t work that way.”
   “You knew about my son.“
   “Of course I did. So does Cade.” said the siren as if it’s obviously. “He knows a lot more than you can imagine.”
   “If you touch Peter, I swear –“
Seline laughed. "There it is again, that sentimental attachment. Forget about her, forget about Peter. That boy doesn’t need you in his life. Let them move on. You have job to do –”
   “I don’t care. I will get her memories back and I will find a way to send you into oblivion.“

Later that same afternoon Kai did a locator spell, tracking down his son and the girl he loved. On his way there he thought about what he’d tell her andhow he’d tell her. There was no easy way to explain everything that had happened until this day. Their history, who he truly was and all he had done. But he had to try because not being with them, his true family, felt like his heart being ripped out of his chest.
Four knocks on the door later Kai tried to dry his sweaty palms in his jeans, nerves taking over completely. Then the door opened. He saw his son for the first time in the real world and everything went away.
A wide smile showed on Kai’s face and he knelt on the ground watching the boy lick his jam covered fingers.
   “Hi.” smiled Kai, barely able to contain himself from reaching out and hugging him. He was pretty sure if he got the chance, he’d never let go. “Is your mom home ?” His son nodded. “Could you call her to the door?”
   “Mommy !“ called out the boy, running away from the door just in time to run into his mother’s arms. Y/N lifted him up and headed towards the door scolding the young boy about eating jam before dinner.
   “You.” she stated. “H-how did you ?!”
   “Hi. I um –“ smiled Kai nervously. ”– I know earlier I must’ve scared you. It wasn’t my intention. I just I – I want to talk to you. Explain things or at least try to.“
Y/N studied his face for a long moment and stepped aside. "S-sure. Come in.”
   “Thanks.“ he stepped inside, looking around. He took one of the pictures on the reading light table and smiled. There she was at the swimming hole wearing her bikini while he used maguc to splash her with a bucket of water while he was taking the picture. "I had forgotten how good you um –” he cleared his throat remember there was a child in the room.
   “Oh um –“ she smiled nervously, letting Peter down on the ground. "Why don’t you go get your crayons or a puzzle and we can all play together.”
Peter smiled widely and ran off laughing. Y/N ran her fingers through her hair and lightly folded her arms on her chest watching Kai walk around and touch things. Mostly trail his fingers and smile to himself as if remembering something. Her eyes followed him around the room and she couldn’t help but notice the striking resemblance between him and Peter. It was like her son was a mini version of Kai or something, which made her wonder about so many things. Caroline had explained how Seline had done something to her, how she does know Kai but had been so vague on the ’how’ –
   “This place hasn’t changed.“ he said smiling. "Look, I know you don’t remember me and –”
   "Do you want something ? Tea ? Coffee ? Bourbon.“
   “Hot cocoa?” he said hopefully. “With the chilly spices. I mean, I know its almost spring but –. Is that weird ?”
Y/N smiled at him and took out two cups out of the cupboard while Kai leaned in against the kitchen counter not taking his eyes away from her for a second. “And tiny marshmallows right ?” Kai nodded. “That’s how Peter likes it too–” she trailed off.
   “Apparently eating jam as a finger food too.“ he reached his fingers in the open jam jar on the counter. "Blueberry. Nice.”
   “So –“
   “So –” he trailed off, gazing at her and sighed. “Look, I know your memories of me got erased or got locked away somewhere in your mind. I promise I will tell you everything you want to know just I beg you to listen before you jump to conclusions.”
   “Conclusions ?! What – oh-kay…“ she smiled, passing him the hot cocoa when Peter showed up with a large box with a puzzle in his hands. "300 pieces!? Wow, you think big.”
Peter reached for the cocoa and Y/N lifted the glass up. “Not before dinner.”
   “But mommy –“
   “No ‘but’s. You know the rules. You spoiled your appetite enough with that jam.” she said watching Kai ruffle the young boy’s hair. “Peter this is Kai. He is um –”
   “Your mom’s old friend.“ said Kai kneeling down until his eyes were on the same level as his son’s, taking a peek at the puzzle. It was from a cartoon he had seen before – Cars. "Wow, Lightning McQueen. You like Cars ?”
   “Yes !“ said the little boy jumping excitedly, laughing.
   “Awesome. So do I.” smiled Kai. “How about you help me find a comfy place for us to do the puzzle and you can tell me all about why you like Lightning McQueen.”
Y/N watched half curious half cautious as the boys walked around the living room and sat on the floor by one of the large windows. Kai helped Peter spill the puzzle all around and then without any warning half of the puzzle pieces flew up in the air. A part of her expected Kai to freak out, not knowing if he knows about supernaturals or not but the look on his face told her otherwise. He was in a complete awe, helping Peter start the puzzle and getting so distracted in doing so his son drank half his hot cocoa.
   “Peter!“ she warned, sitting on the ground next to Kai who had reached all the way across the puzzle piece pile to get a piece Peter needed. "You don’t look surprised to see him do all this.”
   “Oh, the floating objects ?“ smiled Kai, barely taking his eyes away from the little boy. "I um… Around this age you start doing these amazing things and at first its accidental and random… and then you start to figure it out.”
   “So you know about magic ?“ she questioned.
Kai nodded. “I do. I was a witch before I turned into a vampire/witch hybrid.” he snatched the cup with hot cocoa out of Peter’s reach.  “Nah-uh.” he lifted in the air. “We don’t want your mom to get upset with us do we ?”
   “No.“ sighed the little boy, "Sorry, mommy.”
   “It’s okay, trouble.“ she brushed her palm against her son’s cheek  and took a sip from her cocoa. Kai grinned at her and for a long moment they just gazed into each other’s eyes then awkwardly looked away. It felt as if something inside her sparked, watching Kai smile at her, his smoky blue eyes filled with mischief just like her sons, but before she had gotten the chance to ask, Peter ‘stole’ Kai’s attention, both of them making funny faces at each other while ordering the puzzle pieces. "Hey, Kai?”
   “Yes?“ he looked up from the now almost finished puzzle.
   “Would you like to stay over for dinner?”
Kai smiled widely at her. “I’d love to. But um – do you mind if I make dinner?”
   “You are a guest, I can’t possibly –“
   “Y/N –” he said softly. “– I offered and I want to. I really do. So, what do you want !”
   “Pancakes !“ exclaimed Peter, jumping on Kai’s lap. Y/N and Kai laughed. "Please, mommy?”
   “Yes. Please, mommy.“ said Kai, both he and Peter giving her their best puppy dog eyes. And there it was again – the striking resemblance between them. Maybe it was her imagination but something told her Kai was a little more than her friend. It was the way he looked at her, as if she was the only other person in the whole wide world. Ready to jump and take a bullet for her or something. How his eyes literally turned into hearts like in cartoon shows –
   “You two –” she sighed, shaking her head smiling. “Alright. But I am on maple syrup partrol.”
Kai laughed under his breath. “Better I do that. You tend to pour half the bottle –”
   “Hilarious.“ she laughed. “Let’s go then, maple syrup police.”

 *                    *                     *

Kai sat by Y/N’s bed gently brushing his fingers against her cheek while watching her sleep. He sighed and his lips curled into a small smile. Earlier he had been supposed to leave and he had left, only later on he had sneaked back inside the house unable to stay away from his family. He knew they couldn’t pick up from they had left off for so many reasons, but was willing to wait and if for some reason he couldn’t get her memories back – he was going to do everything to win her heart all over again because his life without her and Peter no longer existed.
Y/N stirred in her sleep, muttering something he couldn’t understand when he heard footsteps from the other room. A moment later Peter showed up and climbed onto the bed with her. Instinctively her arms wrapped around him and she hummed in her sleep. Kai watched the two most important people in his life and couldn’t help but smile. Even though he had barely spent an afternoon with Peter, Kai already knew he loves him and made a promise to himself to be the best father any boy can have. Or at least try to but first –
   “Whatever it takes.” he whispered, kissing his son’s forehead before pressing his lips against hers. “I will get your memories back. I promise.”
Kai sighed and headed downstairs to grab a pack with pork rinds before lying down on the couch for a few minutes. There were so many things to deal with at the moment. Cade, Katherine, sirens… the fact Y/N’s friends couldn’t stand him and the only reason they hadn’t killed him again yet was because of her and Peter. But the only thing that truly mattered to the young heretic was his son, his girl and finding a way to get her memories back. He closed his eyes and listened to their heartbeats upstairs and smiled. Each beat represented hope. Hope that after everything he might be able to redeem himself and finally be happy.
He got so lost in his thoughts hearing the footsteps nearing almost made him jump up from his seat just in time to see Y/N walk right past him and into the kitchen. Only there was something different about the way she walked. Almost as if she wasn’t conscious of her own actions. Immediately Kai got up and followed her, watching her reach inside one of the drawers and pull out a knife.
   “Y/N?“ he took a step towards her removing the cloaking spell he had put on himself. It didn’t appear she had heard him or seen him at all. "Y/N? Talk to me. Hey –”
Kai watched as Y/N examined the sharpness of the blade and before he had had time to say a single syllable or even process what she was about to do, she stabbed herself in the abdomen. His eyes widened and he caught her mid-fall, pulling out the knife and quickly biting his wrist before bringing it to her lips for her to heal.
   “Damn it –“ he muttered. At first nothing happened and Kai held his breath. Then her hands wrapped around his wrist and a sight of relief left his lips the exact same second. Her eyes fluttered closed and he lifted up her t-shirt enough to see the wound closing. Y/N let go of his wrist and looked around with a look of shock and confusion in her eyes.
   “What?” she looked up at him. “Kai ? How– what?”
Instantly he pulled her towards him holding her tightly against him. “You stabbed yourself with a knife. You know, I knew you sleep walked when you had a lot on your mind but this is a whole knew level of scary.”
   “What? No, I’d never –“ she said, pulling away from him. "How are you here? I thought you left.”
Kai scratched his forehead nervously, not wanting to lie to her. “I didn’t leave. Not really. I just – I couldn’t.”
   “Why?“ she asked curious.
   “Because –” he gazed into her eyes. “– you might not have your memories and not remember who I am or what we mean to each other, but … You are my life. You and Peter.”
Y/N studied his face for the hundredth time since they had met when suddenly she wrapped her arms around him and he did the same. His lips curled into a smile and he buried his face in the crook of her neck listening to her heart beating stronger than ever.
   “Thank you.“ she said, slowly pulling away. She got up and glanced at her PJ’s, lightly gripping on her bloody shirt. Kai looked at her and awkwardly turned away.
   “Why did you do it?” he asked suddenly. “Why could you try to take your own life?”
   “I – I don’t remember.“ she said quietly, taking off her shirt before pushing down her PJ bottoms which had blood on them too. Kai couldn’t help himself watching her reflection in the kitchen window as she did. Y/N tossed her bloody clothes in the laundry machine and Kai took off his jacket, passing it to her. "Thanks. You can turn around now.”
Kai squeezed his eyes and took a slight peek, instantly gulping. Y/N had buttoned up his jacket but it still barely coveredkitc and by all definitions she looked beyond stunning.
   “Wow.“ he smiled, taking a step towards her fixing her hair which had gotten partially stuck under the jacket. "You look – so pretty right now I –”
Y/N smiled shyly at the ground while Kai took another step towards her until she could feel his breath on her face. He rubbed her shoulders gently, warming her up and fought the urge to pull her into his arms again like he would’ve done under other circumstances. All her friends always saw the monster, the abomination but not her and even thought they had had such a short time together he had never felt happier in his life than during those few months he had her in his arms.
   “Who are you really?“ she asked suddenly. "I know we are friends. I know for some reason Peter is important to you which I can’t imagine why since you just met him –”
   “You wouldn’t believe me if I told you.“ he smiled, brushing his palm against her cheek.
   “Try me.”
Kai pursued his lips and sighed. “I am … was… your boyfriend until the wedding when I died, four years ago.”
   “Four – four years ago?“ she questioned, he nodded. "What happened? H-how did you die?”
Kai smiled at the ground and helped her sit on the couch, trying to figure out how to tell her. What if he tells her the truth, the full truth, and she rejects him ? He couldn’t bear losing her … or lying to her.
   “It all started in 1994 when I did something really awful and got myself sent to a Prison World for it. Stuck all by myself reliving the same day over and over again.“ he said quietly, looking at her. "I was born without my own magic and to my family that made me the black sheep, the abomination. They didn’t understand it so they isolated me. I couldn’t even touch anyone because they’d always flinch or run away from me. After my and my twin sister Jo’s 22nd birthday we were supposed to do this merge ceremony. Only that wasn’t what my father intended for us. He wanted to wait for the back up set of twins he and my mother had brought up to this world to turn 22 years old because his original twins had a design flaw.”
   “Being born different is not a flaw.“ she said softly. "It makes you special.”
Kai smiled.   “You’d think that right?“ he said. "Anyways, after figuring out my father’s intentions I snapped and got to spent the next like 18 years all by myself, unable to die no matter what cuz my family didn’t want me to end my sentence early. And then whoops, one day out of the blue while I was walking around Mystic Falls your buddies Damon and Bonnie showed up out of nowhere. Eventually I got out and my family reunion didn’t go very well, I suppose. I tried to do the merge with my twin sister as I was supposed to but instead I got to merge with my brother Luke.”
   “Stronger one wins, the weaker one dies.“ she said quietly.
   “Wait – you remember ?”
   “N-no. It’s just I remember bits and pieces of a conversation from Thanksgiving at Whitmore. But it’s really fuzzy. Its like the more I think about it, the fuzzier it gets.“ she smiled nervously. "So… When did we meet?” she asked curious, scooting over on the couch to make place for Kai to sit. Y/N tucked in a strand of her hair barely able to tear her eyes from him.
   “We met around Christmas after I siphoned the spell keeping the supernaturals out of Mystic Falls.“ he paused, taking shallow breath. "And after siphoning all this magic I may have kidnapped Elena –”
   “You what ?“ she asked a little shocked.
   “– and when your buddies came to get her, you were the one who convinced them not to kill me on the spot like Damon wanted.” he said softly. “We had crossed paths before, at Skull bar on Whitmore campus when I went to see my sister Liv but Christmas was the first time we actually interacted. You walked down the hallway checking the rooms for Elena and then you turned around finding me instead. You always saw good in me, in the sociopath everyone hated and feared. I am not a good person, Y/N. I’ve done awful things but even knowing what I’ve done, you decided to give me a chance. You believed in me when no one did and after the merge when I gained Luke’s empathy things between you and me changed. We fell in love with each other and things happened.”
Y/N listened, trying to imagine everything he was telling her. It was so much information for her to process but there it was this feeling deep inside her heart and soul, a feeling which told her he was being truthful. And seeing his eyes in that moment she knew her instinct wasn’t lying.
   “But then Damon and Bonnie got the brilliant idea to leave me in another Prison World where I was stuck for a few weeks before returning just in time for my sister’s wedding where I um – I killed myself. And being the all powerful leader of the Gemini coven, that meant taking down my entire family with me.“ he said quietly, still waiting for her to run away screaming or call her friends to come save her from ‘the monster’. "After I turned and your friends found out I had linked Elena’s life to Bonnie’s to get back at her for ditching me in the 1903 Prison World, Damon killed me. But not before you tried to stand in his way. This night changed so much for the both of us and I didn’t know it back then, neither did you but… you were pregnant at the time.”
   “Wait –“ she closed her eyes, running her fingers through her hair. "Are you t-telling me you are Peter’s father ?”
   “Believe me, I was more than surprised when you told me earlier today when I was in your head trying to save you.“ he smiling nervously. "I mean, can’t you see it? He is like a mini version of –”
   “– you.“
   “Yeah.”
   “You have the same hair, same habbits.“ she thought out loud. "Jam fingers?” she said a little amused and he laughed. “And those blue eyes. That mischievous spark that’s driving me completely insane.”
Kai smiled. “You always said that. So, you believe me then?“ he asked hopefully.
   “I do.” she smiled. “You just sound so honest and it’s hard to deny what’s right in front of my eyes.”
   “T-there is something else.“ he looked nervously at his hands. "What happened to you is my fault. You not remembering any of this, I mean. When I came back, I wasn’t really back. I was still stuck a little bit in Hell and to get a permanent foothold here and find you, I made a deal with Cade.”
   “What kind of a deal ?“
   “You know the work the sirens do for him? I um … I said I’d do the same. And then I got myself thrown into a cell at the Armoury and … after three days looking for you, you found me. I heard you talk with your friends. Begging them to let you see me or more likely threatening Damon to gouge out his eyes unless he did. And on your way to me, Seline jumped you and put you in a coma. I woke you up which is, you know good because if I hadn’t –” he swallowed hard. “– but the siren had thought ahead and now you don’t remember me. No sentimental attachments. That was the deal and with you and Peter around I –”
   “You can’t uphold your end of the bargain. “ she stated. "Kai, do you still –”
   “Love you ? Want to be with you and a part of our son’s life ?“ he finished for her. "I do. But with your memories  gone? You got a clean slate. You can start over with Peter, move away and not be burdened by the pain of losing me or any the supernatural craziness in this town. Maybe Seline is right, maybe I should go and –”
   “Do you really want to go ?“ she took his hands in hers. "Because you seem like someone who fights for what he wants, doesn’t give up and always wins in the end. I know I don’t remember us. I wish I did. What we had clearly was.. something special and if I was willing to die to save you, willing to ‘walk over’ my friends to see you, to be with you and tell you about Peter. I am pretty sure I’d protest loudly about you leaving.”
   “You would, actually.“ he smiled gazing into her eyes. He brushed his palm against her cheek and almost immediately her cheeks flushed and her heart skipped a beat. "Y/N, I promise I will do whatever it takes to get your memories back.”
   “Hey, if that doesn’t work… we can always make new ones.“ she smiled. "You, me and Peter.”
   “I’d love nothing more.“ he pulled her into his arms, hearing her sigh. Somehow everything felt absolutely perfect in that moment. Then she snuggled closer to him on the couch. For a while they just cuddled, both of them getting lost in their thoughts.
   “You know, it’s his birthday tomorrow. Well, today.” she smiled.
   “It is ?“ he smiled back.
   “Yeah, you know the day he was born I –” she stopped, her mind churning while she tried to remember the day her son came to this world and tell Kai the story. But the more she thought about it, the more it seemed as if her memories disappeared. “What has she done to me ?” she muttered to herself.
   “What?“ he asked concerned.
   “Seline.” she said quietly, tears filling her eyes. “I can’t – I can’t remember how Peter came into this world and the more I think about it the more it seems like my memory … evaporates or something. I never would’ve tried to kill myself. Why would I?! Why would I leave my son all alone ?!”
   “You wouldn’t.“ he wrapped his arms around her tighter, rubbing gentle circles on her back to calm her down. And then it hit him – Seline was still mind controlling her.

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