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Surprise, Surprise

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Title: Surprise, Surprise

Characters: Lucifer x Reader, Chuck, Sam, and Dean

Word Count: 952

Warnings: fluffish

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

Sam and Dean watched as Lucifer and Chuck talked to each other.  They thought that they would be at each other’s throats, but that wasn’t the case.  It felt weird for Dean and Sam to be in the same room as the two of them.  At first they were talking about nothing, but now they were talking about everything.

“Have you found your soulmate,” Chuck asked, curiosity evident in his voice.  “Where are they?”

“I decided to leave [Y/N] out of this,” Lucifer muttered, letting his arm drop onto his lap.  “I don’t need aunt Amara going after her to get to me, to get to you.”

“Wait, Lucifer has a soulmate,” Sam cut in, extending his gaze to Chuck.

“I’m still an angel Sam,” Lucifer noted, rolling his eyes.  “All angels have soulmates.”

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Teen Romance Flick 101

Word Count: 14K+
Pairing: Peter Parker x Female Reader
Summary: After failing your Algebra test you have to ask Peter Parker– one of the best students– to be your tutor. As you get to know each other better, feelings begin to develop between the two of you.
Warnings: None.
A/N: This is one of the most common tropes and let me tell ya: I haven’t got one single regret. I kept characters nameless and generic because I don’t want to mess up the characterization of the Homecoming characters– but I’ll probably update this fic when it comes out to make it fit better in that universe. [F/N] stands for Full Name in case you don’t realize it. 


You stare at the giant red F on your test and you feel your stomach clenching, because you studied so much for this test and it still wasn’t enough. The bell rings and your classmates stand up, rushing out of the room to get out as soon as possible– but you stay behind, putting everything on your backpack slower than usual. Once everyone is out you walk to your teacher and take a deep breath before coughing to get her attention.

“Ah, [Y/N]. I was thinking you were going to talk to me after class.” She says with a warm smile and that makes you feel worse– because she’s an incredible teacher and person and she tried so hard with you, but no matter how much effort comes from both of you the fact that you are a big class with many students is a guarantee that she just won’t be able to give you all the attention you need to fully understand what you have to do.

You smile back but it’s only half-hearted– and she sighs and joins her hands on top of her desk.

“You can take a make-up test in two weeks– and that’s the best I can do to help you work out a solution for your grade.” You feel your soul returning to your body and let out a sigh of relief, because not everything is lost.

“Thank you so much. I really tried but Algebra is just so hard for me–” You say apologetically and she lifts up a hand, shaking her head.

“I know you did. You’re a good student, [Y/N]. I know that. Which is why I have a suggestion for you– to help you understand Algebra better.”

“Yes! Anything, really.” You respond eagerly, nodding.

“A tutor. A student who has no problem with the subject and can explain things to you one on one– someone you can ask any questions you possibly have how many times you want.”

“I can’t believe I hadn’t thought of that. Well… I guess it’s because I only know two people who are good at Algebra, and they have way too much on their plates for me to ask them to tutor me on top of that. So, do you know about anyone I can ask?” You ask with a hopeful smile, while wracking your brain to try and remember which students in other classes are good at Algebra– but you’ve never cared enough to find out so you come up empty. Your teacher grins and nods.

“Peter Parker.”

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Title: Daggers

Image: Dark and Anti fighting on who can spend time with you.

You watched the two men in front of you, questioning if they really should be called men considering they were both acting like children. And why was this? Because the two decided to argue over who’s day it was to spend time with you. Of course you didn’t get a say in this matter so you watched the two boys argue and you were slightly becoming impatient, you only wanted to go to the movies.

“It’s my day! You had the human yesterday!” Anti hissed at Dark, glitching violently. They never even bothered to use your name unless it was to you and half the time it seemed like a chore to them. Dark was a little more polite and did use your name more, Anti however, not so much. When you asked him about it, he simply shrugged, saying that ‘The human’ was a nickname, but you knew that was a lie.

 "The human has a name, isn’t that right, (Y/N)?“ Dark addressed you as you sat on the bed in your room, you didn’t answer, knowing Anti was glaring holes into your head. Dark whipped his head to Anti, glaring at him, "It’s rude to glare at others, Anti.”

“Hypocrite!” Anti said, now glaring at Dark. 

You had had enough, “Guys-” But were quickly cut off by Dark, 

“Not now (Y/N).” He stated, his hand raised as he continued to glare at Anti, “I’m gonna shove a knife down this kid’s throat." 

Anti became more angrier the more time passed, "Not if I cut your head off first old man.” The pair had taken a step towards each other and it started to worry you. You never liked these fights, cause for one, your room would become a mess in the space of two seconds. The boys always fought messily and it annoyed you.

 "It’s my day, I deserve it, I did the job for you last night so why can’t I go??!“ Anti asked Dark, nothing but venom in his voice.

"Hey-" 

"Shut up before I make you shut up.” Anti spat at you, your eyes going slightly wide. 

You didn’t like it when he was angry at you. You were only going to ask what the job was from last night but that was out of the question…“I don’t care what you deserve, it is my turn, I treat people with respect unlike you.” Dark had hit a nerve, causing Anti to stand finger length away from Dark, glitching with fury, his claws beginning to show. 

“Um-”

“NOT NOW (Y/N)!!” They both shouted at you, causing you to become angry, you were on your last nerve. You mumbled to yourself, getting up and working on a plan to make them stop. The pair hadn’t even noticed that you had disappeared to receive the pairs daggers. 

The daggers always helped when they were like this or just when you wanted peace and time with your real friends, this was one of they times. You knew they would be super pissed with you when they found a way back but that was something you could always handle. You pulled out Anti’s dagger, shoving it directly into his back from behind, he shouted in pain before glitching away. Dark began to smirk, giving you the opportunity to pull his dagger out, stabbing him straight in the chest, he hissed in pain before disappearing in a puff of black smoke.

 You threw the clean daggers onto your bed, grabbing your jacket before making your way out of the now peaceful room.

REQUEST: Can you do an imagine of Kai Parker from tvd please? Open free to your imagination :) bc I like sm your stories! Thank you :)

Kai Parker was a bad guy.

He was a monster and a killer.

Kai didn’t care about anyone or anything.

Those are the things that everyone told you.

People noticed the way that your eyes would light up when someone would say his name. They would see the blush creep up on your cheeks whenever he would appear.

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Sammy’s Gotcha

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Title: Sammy’s Gotcha

Pairing: Sam Winchester x Reader

Word count: 1,078

Warnings: injured reader, fluff

A/N: This was requested by three different people (all anon). I hope you all enjoy this! Feedback is welcomed and appreciated! I love you all so much! <3 <3

For the past week you had been incredibly stressed.  You never gave yourself time to relax.  There was no time to relax, or so you thought.  Realistically, there was time to relax, but you never did.  You wanted to keep going.  You were afraid that if you slowed down your thoughts and feelings would catch up to you.  The thoughts that stopped you for a whole week only two months ago.  It was as if your whole world as going to crash down around you once again.

Sam was always there by your side through it all.  He never failed to see the signs that things were getting bad again.  Sam saw the way you blocked them out.  Sam noticed how you didn’t sleep at night.  He could see that it was only a matter of time before you would snap.

Unfortunately, that day happened to be today.  After the three of you returned to the bunker, you went straight to your room.  Sam and Dean watched you with concerned eyes.  Dean thought it was best to let you work it out yourself, but that’s not how Sam felt.  Sam kept a reasonable distance behind you as you walked to your room.  Sam could hear your sniffles as they echoed off of the hallway walls.  

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Imagine making up with Chris. (Part B)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

We are the same

Word count: 1839

Warning: some smut

You are a heretic that’s even more powerful than Kai, which turns him on but when you get hurt he realizes that he loves you

153 years. That’s how long you’ve been living in Mystic Falls. You were an original vampire but you were also a siphon, which made you a heretic. Your life wasn’t easy because your life could’ve never bee normal. While your friends played with each other, you were stuck in your room just because you were different. It only happened once that you accidentally siphoned a little girl, even though you didn’t even know you had these powers. Everything changed when you grew up. You distanced yourself from everyone and started living your life. That’s how you ended up in Mystic Falls. Of course, there was no one there who was like you, that is until a significant siphon came to Mystic Falls. Malachai Parker. He always wanted to prove he was better than you, stronger, a powerful leader of the gemini coven, but truthfully, you were way stronger than him. You merged with your twin sister who was the most powerful witch when you were younger and getting all of her powers only meant that you were the strongest of them all. You loved it. The strenght you had, the powerful magic that was running through your body and the fact that you could siphon your vampirism and covert it into more magic always made you feel even more powerful.

You and Kai were always competing, always did things that would somehow prove who out of the two of you was stronger, but it was obvious it was you.

‘Why do you always have to prove that you’re better?’ Kai muttered while the both of you were standing in the middle of the woods, his body slowly taking small steps as he walked around you, watching your every move.

‘I don’t have to prove anything. I am better.’ He stopped in front of you, his face only inches away from yours. You leaned in, getting so close that your noses were touching. 'Stronger. More powerful than you. It’s actually fun.’ You muttered, your hot breath tickling his lips, making him sigh deeply.

'Is that so?’ Kai asked and walked behind you again, moving your hair from your shoulder to one side, allowing him to get a clear sight of your neck. He came closer and brushed your neck with his nose, sending shivers down your spine.

'Yes’ you breathed out, unable to concentrate on anything else.

'It’s kind of a turn on. Having the girl who’s more powerful than me, has more control. I like it.’ He whispered on your ear as his hands found your waist, his fingers tugging on your shirt. You swallowed hard and quickly turned around only to be face to face with him once more, your heart feeling like it was going to jump out of your chest. You’ve always been attracted to Kai. From the moment you started hanging out with eachother, you felt attracted to him.

'You know I could snap your neck with just two fingers and make you feel pain you’ve never felt before?’ You muttered, Kai’s eyes never leaving yours.

'Damn.’ Kai trailed off. You part your lips slightly and leaned in, your bottom lip brushing Kai’s upper lip, making Kai swallow hard.

'Remember how we decided to stay friends when we met? Did we make the right decision?’ You trailed off and pressed your pelvis against his, making him look down.

'Fuck it.’ He groaned and suddenly pushed you against the tree, your back hitting the hard surface. His hands roamed all over your body as his lips finally found yours. He kissed you deeply while your hands found their way to his jeans, unbuttoning them and pushing them halfway down.

'I’ve waited too long for this.’

'Stop talking.’ You breathed out and took of his shirt, revealing his toned torso, while his hads worked on taking your clothes off. You were standing completely naked in front of him while he only had his jeans and broefs still on, but pushed halfway down, stopping just slightly above his knees. He placed his hands under your ass and picked you up, your legs instantly wrapping around his waist.

'Ready?’ He breathed out.

'Just do it.’ You commanded as he caught his lenght with his hand and brought it close to your entrance. He pushed the tip in, your mouth instantaneously falling open as Kai placed his hands on each side of your body, his palms resting on the tree behind you. He locked his eyes with yours and pushed all the way in, his eyes focused on your actions and how your mouth parted and a moan escaped your mouth when he entered you fully. He kept still, waiting for you to adjust but you couldn’t wait any longer. You bucked your hips forward, looking for some more friction.

'Kai, move. Please.’

'As you wish.’ He pulled back and thrusted in really fast and hard making you moan out loud and throw your head back. He kept repeating his actions, his pace changing from fast and hard, to slow and deep and it was driving you crazy.

'Shit.’ He groaned and placed his head in the crook of your neck, his hot breath constantly hitting your skin, moans escaping his mouth everytime he thrusted into you. Your hands went up to his hair as you grabbed on it gently, your hips bucking every now and then to meet Kai’s hips.

'Kai, I’m close.’

'Me too.’ He moaned out and picked up his pace again, focusin on getting you to your release first as he felt your walls clenching around his lenght, letting him now that you were there. Your eyes shut closed, your orgasm making you dig your nails into Kai’s back and out of pleasure, you accidentally siphoned him. He threw his head back and groaned at the feeling as he came strongly inside of you, making his fangs to come out. He stilled and looked at you while trying to catch his breath. He pulled out and let you down on the semi cold ground, covered with grass and an occasional flower. He pressed his forehead on yours and closed his eyes for a brief second.

'Well, this was fun.’ He said and got dressed quickly, you following his actions.

'So, is this going to stay a secret or?’

'It’s just a one time thing, isn’t it?’ You asked him, catching him by surprise. He was lost for words. He looked down, avoiding your eyes because deep down, he didn’t want this to be a one time thing, but he didn’t want to say anything so he just nodded. You looked around, staring at the ground, looking for your right shoe.

'Where is it?’ You muttered under your breath and sighed deeply, unable to find it. You waked around for what it seemed like minutes to find it, when it was right in front of you the entire time. You laughed and started walking to pick it up, when you felt an excruciating pain in your torso, a loud noise following it. You looked down and saw about 5 vervain stained bullet holes in your body, the burning sensation making you wince out in pain. You turned around and faced Kai who looked more shocked than ever.

'Kai’ you muttered out and dropped down on the ground, feeling the bullets sliding deeper into your body with every breath you took.

'I’m gonna help you.’ He said and pushed a finger inside your torso, getting the bullet after bullet out of your body. Vervain stinging on his fingers not bothering him at that moment because he did everything to help you and get the bullets out of your body.

'Kai, there’s one.. going right toward my heart.’ You stuttered, your voice barely audible. You knew that bullets couldn’t kill you because you were an original, but it still felt like you were going to die.

'Shit! I’ll get it out, just hang on, ok?’ Kai stated and dug his fingers right where the last bullet was. He probably forgot you were an original and was starting to panic that you were going to die. The look on his face when he couldn’t pull it out was something you could never describe. There was pain, concern and even anger visible on his face, not wanting to give up. He pushed his fingers a bit deeper and finally pulled out the bullet, making you take a deep breath and arch your back at the feeling of relief that suddely took over your body. His eyes were focused on your body, watching how every wound healed quickly. You sat up and pulled yourself back a little bit, leaning on the tree behind you. Kai didn’t say anything. He was staring at the ground, not bothering the blood that was covering his fingers.

'Kai?’ You said, making him snap out of it, his eyes immediately focusing on yours.

'Are you ok?’

'What? Yes, I’m fine. It’s just- you really scared me. I thought you were going to die.’ Kai muttered, his voice shaking like he was going to cry.

'You know I can’t die like that. Bullets can’t do anything. Except if they’re made out of white oak. Which I probably shouldn’t mention ever again.’

'You know I would never use it to hurt you. I care too much about you.’ He said, taking you by surprise. At that moment you started to wonder what was all this really about?

'Are you sure you’re ok?’

'No.’ He said and smiled weakly.

'Talk to me then.’ You pulled yourself closer, your palms resting on Kai’s hands.

'I’m scared that I’m going to lose you and I don’t want to. You mean so much to me and I didn’t want to say anything but, I’m in love with you and seeing you hurt was the worst thing I had to go through in my life. I want to do everything I can to protect you and make you safe.’

'Why didn’t you say anything before?’

'Because I know you don’t feel the same.’ He said while getting up as he took a few steps away from you, his back facing you.

'Judging quickly, aren’t we?’ You trailed off, making him turn around.

'I’m just stating the facts.’

'Well, you’re completely wrong. I can’t imagine a day without you.’ You said and at that moment Kai took a few large steps toward you, his hands instatly finding your waist. He stared at yoir eyes for a few seconds before he cupped your face and kissed you deeply, this time the kiss feeling completely different than before.

'Can’t believe you waited so long to tell me. If me dying was the key to you finally admitting admiting how you feel about me, I would’ve done it a long time ago.’ You said and laughed, Kai’s face expression serious.

'That’s not funny.’

'Come here.’ You whispered and pulled him close again, your lips finding his soft ones once again, fitting perfectly like you were made for eachother.

IT’S HERE.

I managed to escape the tiny people for more than two seconds, so hold on to your butts.

There were quite a few recommendations for a “fake relationship” trope…so I SORT OF took that recommendation. Except, I kinda sorta did something with it that was likely NOT what you you were asking for, so hopefully, you’ll still enjoy. :)

Chapter 1

Barba stared at his phone as he walked off the elevator. He could hardly believe the day was only half over. It felt like he’d been up and running around for hours already.

Maybe if he’d stopped at the second glass of champagne last night, he wouldn’t still be dragging after his third cup of…

His thoughts were interrupted as he turned the corner, crashing into someone on the other side. His coffee cup fell to the ground, bursting open, drops splashing up against the cuff of his perfectly pressed and pristine slacks.

“Great,” he muttered.

“Sorry about that. I…”

Barba was still looking down at the sea of caffeine around him, stepping away before the offending liquid could somehow do further damage.

“Why doesn’t anyone watch where they’re going?”

The woman stepped back, eyes narrowing.

“Alright, then. Allow me to retract my apology.”

Barba was looking up now, just in time to see her hand rise to her hip.

“Excuse me?”

“The apology was a knee jerk reaction. But you’re right. You should have been watching where you were going, so I really don’t need to say I’m sorry. Good luck with your pants.”

Before Barba could respond, her heels clicked past him to the elevator, disappearing behind its doors.

Barba heaved a sigh as he turned for the restrooms, hoping to minimize the damage done.

As he leaned against the bathroom counter, blotting the final splotch, his phone trilled in his coat pocket.

    We have an update on the Lorenz case. Are you far?

Unfortunately, Im still in the building, he thought, before replying.

    Up in a few.

~~~
“Thanks, Fin. It’s just been a bit of a week.”

Fin threw an arm around her, giving her shoulder a tight squeeze. Her eyelashes fluttered, the rapid blinking a sure sign she was doing her best not to cry.

“You know I always got you, girl.”

She nodded, quickly wiping away even the start of tears before continuing.


“Oh, and I didn’t even tell you about the idiot I ran into downstairs. I mean, literally ran into. Staring at his phone, nearly doused me with his coffee, then had the nerve to act like it was my fault.”

“Yeah, well, people are idiots. You know that as well as anyone.”

“But in such increasing numbers.”

Fin smiled, happy to see her follow suit, but as the door to Lieutenant Benson’s office opened, Fin noticed the wrinkle forming across her forehead.

“Somethin’ wrong, Rey?”

Barba walked across the squad room, a file in hand, pausing in front of Fin’s desk as he caught her eye.

It was the woman from the lobby.

“Coffee spills,” she started, “as tragic as they seem, don’t qualify you as a Special Victim.”

“Your friend is hilarious, Tutuola.”

Fin looked back and forth between Reina and Barba and shook his head.

“THIS is the dude you ran into downstairs?”

“The very same. Lucky for me, I have somewhere to be.” Reina turned toward Fin and kissed his cheek. “Don’t be late tonight.”

Fin bit back a grin as he watched her walk toward the elevator, raising an eyebrow as he glanced back at Barba.

“I see you met Rey.”

“Not so much met as encountered. Friend of yours, I take it?”

Fin crossed his arms and cocked his head to one side. “Rey’s my girl. Why? You got somethin’ you wanna say about her?”

“She’s charming,” Barba deadpanned, looking at his watch. “And I have an appointment to get to, so as much as I’d love to hear how the universe brought you lovebirds together, I have to run.”

Fin’s face pulled together in momentary confusion, slowly melting into a smile when he realized Barba’s mistake.

“Don’t let me keep you, then, Counselor.”

~~~

“There’s a fresh pot of coffee on and your three o’ clock is waiting in your office.”

“Thanks, Carmen. Have they been in there long?”

“No. When you texted you were five minutes out, I went ahead and got her settled.”

It was barely after three, but Barba hated being late. He took a breath before entering the office, apologies at the ready.

“Ms. King, sorry to keep you waiting…”

His words drifted as she stood, turning to meet him.

It was her. The woman from the lobby. Fin’s “girl”.


QUESTION: Here’s your chance to participate. Reina is his 3 o’ clock appointment - is she:

A) An expert witness
B) Opposing Counsel 
C) let @ohbelieveyoume decide


We’ll let @ohbelieveyoume set the clock on your votes. 

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

I started this animation a little over a year ago….featuring gummy bears! Hence why he has no pupils. it was meant to be for the 11 second club competition but again, just did not have time to participate again. This isn’t the only 11 second club incomplete I have too. I’m really trying to finish both anyway because I’m long overdue for some new animations. My reel’s feeling a bit stale.

This and another segment were the only two parts I had fully animated so far but this was by far my favorite little snip it. I wanna work on making my acting better but it’s getting there I guess. 

Tom Holland Imagine: Beautiful Pt. 2

Pt. 1: http://sexy-stan.tumblr.com/post/157170782434/tom-holland-imagine-beautiful

Summary: After months of you and Tom denying the connection you felt after he spent the night cuddled up next to you in bed, you began tired of feeling lonely and agreed to go on a date with Harrison. Little did either you or Tom know, the date was all part of Harrison’s plan…

A/N: I didn’t really think about writing a part two until I got this idea so here ya go

Warnings: None

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Why am I doing this? He’s not the one I want.

I stared at my reflection in the mirror as I finished getting ready for my date with Harrison. I only agreed since Tom never made a move after the night we spent together.

I looked over at my bed and remembered how amazing it felt to be wrapped up in his strong arms.

Yes, Harrison was an amazing catch, but he would never be Tom.

There was a pit in the bottom of my stomach once I realized that me agreeing to go on this date ended all chances I had of being with Tom. And I also knew Harrison and I would never be able to make it work.

I heard the doorbell ring and felt sick to my stomach as I heard my mom greeting Harrison at the door.

“Y/N! Harrison’s here.” My mom called up.

I wiped the tear that fell from my eye and grabbed my purse before going down the stairs.

Harrison was waiting patiently with a bouquet of flowers in his hand.

“Uh, these are for you…” He awkwardly said as he handed me the flowers.

I thanked him and took them to the kitchen to put them in a vase.

And after that, we were off.

The car ride was filled with an awkward silence.

I hated this.

Harrison was my best friend and now I felt sick just from looking at him.

“Stop the car!” I yelled.

Harrison slammed the breaks and looked over at me with wide eyes.

“Y/N, what’s wrong?”

“I-I think I’m gonna be sick.”

I jumped out of the car and ran to the side of the road and began to breathe heavily.

“Jesus, Y/N!” Harrison said as he held my hair out of my face even though I hadn’t actually thrown up.

“What are we doing, Harrison?” I asked.

He looked at me with confused eyes.

“What do you mean?”

“Why did you ask me out? I know you don’t like me that way.”

“I– I was trying to get Tom to make a move…”

“What?”

“Ever since that night you two spent together, he hasn’t stopped talking about how in love he is with you. And I kept telling him to ask you out but he would make some excuse like that you would never say yes to him or that he wouldn’t want to put you through dating a celebrity or some other bullshit excuse.”

“Where is he now?”

“He’s at his house… or at the cafe I told him we were going to.”

“Take me to him. Please.”

“Of course.”

Harrison helped me back into the car. In a matter of minutes, we were parked outside an unfamiliar house.

I had never actually been to Tom’s house. We were always at either Harrison or I’s considering we lived next door to each other.

“Go on, Y/N. I know you love him too.”

I smiled at my best friend and got out of the car.

I walked up to the door and knocked. A few moments later a smaller version of Tom opened the door.

“Hello, can I help you?”

“I need to see Tom.”

“Oh… wait, how did you get this address? If you’re some crazy fan, I’ll call the police!”

“I’m Y/N, his friend and Harrison’s neighbor.” I said as I gestured to Harrison who was still waiting in his car.

“Oh… OH! You’re the girl Tom never shuts up about! Wait, aren’t you supposed to be dating Harrison? Isn’t that why Tom hasn’t left his room all day?”

“Alright, move.” I said as I pushed the boy out of the way.

“Second door to the right once you get upstairs! I’m Harry by the way!” He called after me.

I paused when I reached Tom’s door. I could hear sniffling coming from the other side which only made my heart break more. I lightly knocked.

“Harry, I said I want to be left alone today!” Tom’s voiced called.

I felt my heart crush as I could hear the sadness in his voice. I opened the door and saw him curled up on his bed staring at the wall.

“Harry! I sai- oh…”

I smiled softly at Tom as he realized I was not his younger brother.

“Hey, can I sit down?”

Tom nodded. I crossed the room and sat down in front of him on the bed. His eyes were red from crying and his curls were all over the place.

“C'mere.” I said as I pulled him to where his head was in my lap.

I ran my fingers through his soft curls as his hands held my other one.

“Aren’t you supposed to be with Harrison right now?”

“And why would I want to be with him when I could be with you?”

“D-Don’t you like him? I can see it on your face. He makes you laugh harder than I ever could. And you guys always cuddle on the couch and hang out like everyday…”

“Harrison is like my brother! I only said yes to him cause you wouldn’t ask me out, Tom. I’ve wanted to be with you since the second I laid my eyes on you. You were so… beautiful.”

By now, Tom was sitting up in front of me.

“I love you.” He blurted out.

His eyes went wide as he realized what he said.

“I-I’m so sorry, Y/N! Shit, I just ruined everything didn’t I… Jesus Christ, I’m such an id-”

I cut him off by crashing his lips onto mine.

“I love you, too you idiot.”

Tom smiled and pulled me back into him and began to kiss me again.

“Bout damn time.” We heard someone mumble.

Tom and I broke apart to see Harry and Harrison standing in the doorway. Harrison with a cocky smirk on his face.

“Yes, it is about damn time. And Harrison, you have 5 seconds to run for going after my girl.” Tom said.

Harrison’s smirk faded as his eyes went wide and he took off down the hallways, Tom hot on his heels.

“My boys.” I said as Harry and I laughed at Harrison’s pleas to get Tom to stop.

Chapter Two:Unexpected kiss

It’s been three days since Kells has been back in Cleveland. We’ve done absolutely nothing apart from laze around in ours sweats. However, we have watched everything on Netflix and smoked hella weed in those three days, so that’s quite an achievement! It was 10am when I woke up, Kells was still asleep. He looked so peaceful, one arm raised and under his head, his blonde hair covering his face and his mouth slightly open. I didn’t want to wake him so I carefully crept out of the bed and in to see my sister.

“Morning (Y/N)” she mumbled as soon as I opened the door. She was laying in her bed playing on her phone, probably hungover from being out last night with her girls.

“Morning (Y/S/N) happy birthday!” I leant over, kissed her head and handed her a little gift box along with a card.

“Aww thanks! Are you and K coming tonight? We’re going to that cute cocktail bar downtown.” She sat up in the bed and yawned. She definitely went out drinking last night, I could still smell the alcohol on her and let’s face it, she didn’t look great!                                                                                                                                                            

“Sure” I sat down on the side of her bed. “I definitely will, I dunno about Kells though. I’ll ask him when he wakes up.”

“Did he stay here again?!” she asked, I knew exactly what she was gonna say next so I breathed in deeply to brace myself for it… “You two need to hurry up and get together already, jeez.” She laid back down in the bed and sighed.

“Shut up (Y/S/N), he’s my best friend.” I raised my eyebrows like I was disgusted.

“We all know you like him, I think you’re the only one who hasn’t figured it out yet!” she rolled her eyes at me.

“He could legit have any girl he wanted… no, he does get any girl he wants. He’s not gonna settle for me, he doesn’t like me in that way anyway”

“I guess we’ll just find out tonight!” She smiled at me.

“Find out what tonight?!”

“You’ll find out” She rolled over and obviously didn’t want to talk anymore, so I went back to my room to see if K was up yet.

“Good morning sleeping beauty, you are awake” You joked.

“Morning” He sat up in the bed and stretched; his black vest rising up, revealing the ‘V’ line I’d always been attracted to and the XXX tattoo on his lower stomach. His voice always sounded so raspy in the morning, it was sexy. I found myself staring at him for a couple seconds, I was beginning to look at him in a different way. I didn’t realize how beautiful he was.

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I was ready to go to the cocktail bar with (Y/S/N) and her friends. I wore a black crop top that revealed my left tattoo sleeve and navel piercing, a pair of black, ripped jeans and a red plaid shirt tied around my waist. I thought I would just go casual, plus I never really was a high-heels and glitter sort of girl. I was just doing some last minute makeup touch-ups in the mirror, when Kells came down the stairs. He put both hands on my shoulders while peering over me looking at his own reflection in the mirror. He smelled so good, he always did. He almost took as long as I did to get ready though! He was wearing black, ripped jeans also, with a white t-shirt, leather jacket and of course an EST bandana wrapped around his head.

“Fuck (Y/N)!“ He said, his mouth dropped open.

“What? Should I change?” I looked down at myself, I started to become anxious and paranoid. “It’s too casual isn’t it?”

I could see his eyes dancing around my body and he took a few seconds to respond. “No, you look amazing, seriously! You ready to go?” I had seen him bite his bottom lip out of the corner of my eye but I didn’t mention anything.

“Sure” I replied.

In the taxi on the way to the bar, he was telling me about his day. He had a daddy/daughter date with Casie, they went to the zoo and painted pictures together. He then met up with his boys and chilled. When we pulled up outside the bar, Kells got out of the cab and walked around to my side and opened the door.

“Thank-you sir!” I joked and he held out his arm as if I was to cross arms with him.

When we got to the bar, (Y/S/N) and all her friends were in a VIP booth. We walked over linking arms, both of us holding a drink. “How are you in the VIP section?” I asked my sister. I was a bit confused, you had to be a ‘somebody’ to get into those. But when I looked over to Kells, he was smirking as if he had something to do with it. “You did this!” I playfully punched him in the arm “Great, boost her ego even more!” I laughed sarcastically.

“Fuck it, it’s her birthday… and you’re only 22 once, right? Let’s get fucked up!” He raised a glass of whisky and everyone cheered.

As the night went on, the drinks were going down easier and so much quicker. I was really drunk by this point. K hadn’t left my side most of the night and I felt myself becoming more attached and attracted to him. He kept catching me staring at him, but when we caught eye contact I would quickly look away. We kept exchanging contact and flirty comments here and there.
I was on the dancefloor with my sister when Kells came over with a drink for me and then grabbed me by my free hand and took me outside. He was sticking two fingers up at me signaling we were going for a joint. We went across the road and sat on a wall while he skinned up.

“You having a good night?” he pulled his weed and rolling papers from his pockets.

“Yeah, are you? (Y/S/N) is too, she’s wasted!” I replied, swaying whilst sitting on the wall.

“Good! It’s her birthday. And yeah, especially now I can get a breather with my girl, it’s so hot in there!” He took off his leather jacket and put it around my shoulders.

“Your girl?” I looked at him confused.

“Yeah, you’re my best friend right?” He was still rolling and didn’t look up from what he was doing.

“Oh” I fake laughed, how embarrassing… ”Yeah, right.” I felt my face blush slightly but was thankful he was concentrating on rolling and he didn’t see it.

“I mean, I spoke to (Y/S/N) earlier and she told me that you were into me?” He questioned. “But you didn’t want to ruin our friendship. That true?” My eyes instantly widened. “I mean I always thought we had something between us, but I didn’t wanna lose you either. Y’know?” He laughed and sparked up the joint, still not connecting his eyes with mine. He actually seemed shy and I’ve never seen him like this.

I sat on the wall speechless, why would (Y/S/N) tell K this? For one, I never said that to her and two, he just told me he’s into me?! What the fuck?!

“Can I just see something, real quick?” He asked.

“Sure, what’s wrong?” K pulled me up off of the wall and set his joint down.

We were now standing in front of each other. He was towering over me with his arms around me, I wasn’t quite sure what to do with mine so I just put them on his waist. I felt warm and safe. I felt like I’d been waiting for this moment all night. He leaned down to kiss me… “What are you doing?” I asked and jolted my head back.

“Shh.” He put his index finger over my mouth, then moved it and rested his hand on my cheek. He just held me like this for a few seconds. His eyes dancing all over my face like he had done earlier and like he’d been doing all night. He then focused on my mouth, biting his own lip first for the second time tonight. Before I knew it, his lips had crashed against mine. I put my hands on his chest, my brain was telling me to push him away, but my heart was telling me to pull him in closer. It actually felt right. I had this rush of excitement throughout my body and my legs became weak at his touch. We continued kissing for a few minutes longer, his jacket fell from my shoulders which startled him to break away. He had smudged my lipstick so he gently wiped it away with his thumb. Still holding my face, he looked at me in the eyes and smiled.

Imagine Chris discovering just how much you love him. (Part C)

A/N: Part 2C = more sugar, more honey, and more fluff. ❤️ You can read the related mini-series and the previous parts here: (Mini-series - Masterlist; Mini-series Spin-off: ‘Unexpected Reader’, ‘Little Ways Away’, and ‘She Said Yes’ - Masterlist; ‘Miss Graduate’: Part 1/Part 2A/2B)

Chris woke up to the sound of you throwing up in the bathroom. All that alcohol you consumed last night was finally making its way out of your system in the most awful way possible. He grabbed a box of tissues from his bedside table and walked to where you were, kneeling down next to you to grab a handful of your hair. He plopped the tissue box beside the toilet bowl then gently grabbed another handful of your hair with his other hand, holding it back as you continued to throw up.

“Get it all out, sweetheart,” Chris transferred all your hair into one hand, using the other to gently rub your back. “Let me guess,” he said before you could, “‘I’m never drinking again’?” You managed a light laugh and nodded before throwing up another load of fluids. “Yeah, okay. How about you finish throwing up so I can get some food and water into you?”

“I think I’m okay now,” you drew back from the toilet bowl and sat on the tiled floor, leaning against the bathtub when Chris released your hair and got to his feet. He wet a face towel for you while you leaned forward and pulled a few tissues from the box, wiping your mouth and tossing the scrunched up balls of tissues into the toilet bowl. “Why did you let me drink so much?” You quizzed as Chris wrung the warm face towel in his hand.

“It was your college graduation and you really only get one of those,” he shrugged then turned to you, descending to his knees in front of you. “And,” he gently wiped your face, “I did try to stop you. You called me a ‘party pooper’ and I got offended, so I let you do you.” You laughed then winced at the volume of your own laughter. “You’re okay, you’re young so you’ll recover faster. When I was twenty-two-”

“Ah yes, when was that again? Like a million years ago,” you teased him and he rolled his eyes with a bit back smile. “And I’m not twenty-two yet, thank you very much.” Another eye roll as he continued to dab your face. “I turn twenty-two soon, in two months actually. We’ve got your thirty-eighth, Ava’s twenty-first, and Seb’s thirty-seventh first. Then it’ll be my twenty-second, I’m the last out of the four musketeers.”

“As I was saying, you’ll recover fast. I mean-” he tried not to laugh as he teased you, “if you can talk as much as you just did, your hangover isn’t really that bad.” You giggled and slapped his arm, making him bellow with laughter and you grimace with a headache. “Shit, sorry.” He covered his mouth, shifting his loud laughter to a soft snicker. “C'mon, get up,” he got to his feet and helped you to yours. He put the lid down over the toilet bowl and flushed, instructing you to “go remove your makeup and have a shower. You’ll feel much better after, I promise. I’m going to go get breakfast ready while you do that.”

“Okay,” you yawned.

“Okay,” Chris chuckled, patting your butt before leaving you to it.

You closed the door behind him and stripped, stepping into the shower. You turned the water on and let it heat itself up, shuddering when the cold water splashed on your skin. Eventually, when the water warmed, you stepped under it and allowed the water to run down your body. Your memory was foggy, but you were pretty sure Chris woke you up in the middle of the night to tell you he loved you. You didn’t have a clue why, but you found yourself smiling anyway. That man was a romantic, that was for sure. The way he took care of you, so gentle and so caring- you couldn’t have asked for more in a lifelong partner.

When you finished your shower, you dried yourself and wrapped the towel around your body. You ran your hand over the fog on the mirror to give yourself a small space to see yourself. You cleansed your face, removing all the makeup you had on from the day before. You then admired your bare face, smiling. Before Chris, you didn’t feel beautiful without makeup. You knew you were pretty, but- you didn’t feel pretty most of the time. You saw yourself as average, basic- the kind you didn’t think people would look twice at unless you really dolled yourself up. But Chris? He didn’t make you feel like that, he made you feel as though you were the most beautiful girl he’d ever laid eyes on. That- now that was a feeling you’d never, ever get sick of.

“No barking, Dodger,” Chris instructed Dodger, who barked excitedly when he saw you walk into the kitchen. “Our poor girl’s got a bit of a hangover,” he pouted adorably at you and you snickered, reaching over to scratch Dodger’s head. “I got the cure right here,” he pointed the spatula over his shoulder, “pancakes and bacon, baby.”

“I looove pancakes and bacon,” you stated, letting an excited growl build in the back of your throat; Chris laughed. He turned back to the stove as you walked over, hugging him from behind. “Thanks for taking care of me, baby.” You kissed his shoulder blade. “You’re the best.” You rested your cheek against his back, smiling when he rubbed your arm with one hand.

“I’d beg to differ,” he replied and you pulled away, raising an eyebrow as you moved into his sight. “You’re the best,” he told you and you scrunched your face, facials asking “what did I do?” He chuckled, “the notebook?” He reminded you and you smiled. “I read it all last night, and yes,” he poked you with the spatula, “I cried like the cry baby I am.”

“So you did come and hug me in the middle of the night?” You asked and he nodded. “I thought it happened, but I wasn’t sure. Aw, sweetheart,” you chuckled when he wrapped his arms around you, enfolding you into a tight hug. “I love you,” you hugged him tightly too. “And I meant every word I wrote,” he loosened his grip so you could look up at him, “especially the last paragraph.”

“I know,” he nodded. “And I mean it when I say this, the feeling is mutual. I don’t care what I end up doing, or what I don’t end up doing 'cause- Y/N, nothing I achieve in my lifetime will compare to what I’ve achieved with you. Acting, directing- that is just a job, it’s a job. You, my darling, you are my life now.” You smiled, reaching to caress his face. “I don’t need anything but you. I don’t need an Oscar, or recognition for something other than Captain America-”

“You don’t need it, but you’ll get it anyway 'cause you deserve it.” You cut him off and he smiled, dipping his head to kiss you. “I love you,” you told him again when he broke the kiss. “I seriously, seriously love you.” You asserted and he nodded in acknowledgement, smiling as he booped your nose. “And we are going to get married,” you assured him when he pulled away from you. “You know that, right?”

“Of course I do,” he chuckled as he turned back to the stove. “I didn’t propose to you for nothing, darling.” He said and you pressed your lips together because he wasn’t hearing you. You were trying to talk about, as well as apologize for the long engagement as it was technically your call. He was ready to get married- he’d marry you tomorrow if it were his choice, but it wasn’t; it was yours and you wanted to wait a little longer. “Do you want eggs too?” He quizzed, glancing over at you.

“No, I’m okay,” you answered his question before continuing the previous topic. “And I wasn’t talking about getting married in general.” He turned to you with furrowed brows. “I meant like- 'I’m sorry I’m making you wait so long, we’re going to get married soon’.” His facials softened and he smiled, turning off the stove. “I know I’m being incredibly-”

“Don’t,” he shook his head. “I told you I’m okay waiting, that hasn’t changed.” You huffed with pursed lips, guilt pooled in your eyes. You knew he was just saying that because he was so nice about everything when it came to you. “Sweetheart,” he chuckled and cupped your face in his hands. “You do what you need to do, take all the time you need. Marriage or no marriage, I’m not going anywhere.”

“I know, but I can’t keep pushing it back.”

“You’re just pushing it back, you’re not running out on me.”

“I know, but we said after your Marvel contract ended and I graduated.” You reminded him and he gave you his 'what’s your point?’ face. “And your contract’s ended and I’ve graduated. That was what we agreed on, so- that is what we should proceed with, right?”

“Do you feel like you’re ready to get married now?”

“No,” you mumbled sheepishly. He pursed his lips and used his hands to do a 'see’ gesture. “But that’s not because of you!” You quickly protested, which made him laugh because like he didn’t already know that. “I just- there are some things I want settled before I settle with you.”

“I know, of course I know. Baby, I know you better than you know yourself which is why I want you to settle those things before you settle with me too. That was our original agreement, remember?” You knew he was referring to the letter he wrote you that professed his love; he told you he wanted you to pursue your dreams first. “Don’t worry about me, I’m capable of waiting. I’ve waited thirty-eight years, I can wait a little longer.”

“I don’t want you to wait any longer, Chris.” Your brows furrowed and he sighed. “There is no certainty in this industry, it could take me ten years to find even the slightest success. We can’t afford that,” you shook your head. “I love you, and I want to marry you and give you the life you deserve. I meant what I wrote, you are what’s important to me.” He smiled, taking your hand and giving it a light squeeze. “So give me until the end of the year, if nothing happens for me- we’ll start planning our wedding.”

“Are you sure?”

“Absolutely,” you nodded with a smile, “my career can wait. This-” you gestured between the two of you as you squeezed his hand. “It can’t wait.” He leaned forward and kissed your forehead. “Plus-” you giggled as the two of you pulled away from each other, “I’m young, I’ve got lots of time. My man’s a lot older than I am,” you teased and Chris burst into laughter. “I want him to get married and have kids before he turns completely gray.”

“Watch it, kid,” he warned, playfully swatting your ass as he returned to his pan on the stove. You laughed and hopped up on the counter, watching him as he made a plate for you. “Here,” he held out the plate for you then pulled it away as you reached for it. “Uh uh,” he shook his head and you narrowed your eyes at him. “Not without a kiss first.” He pointed to his cheek and you rolled your eyes, leaning forward. “Ah hah,” he turned his head at the last minute, catching your lips instead.

“You’re a dork.” You laughed softly against his lips as you kissed him back, wrapping your arms around his neck as he lowered the plate on the table to place his hands on your waist. He moved in-between your thighs, letting his smile grow wider as the two of you continued to make out on the kitchen bench top. “You know I’ve still got a hangover, right?” You quizzed when his hands got a little suggestive.

“Mm hm,” he pressed his lips against your neck and hummed. “Which means you’re in need of a little Vitamin C,” he pulled back and winked with a smug smirk. His smirk turned into a eye-reaching smile when you threw your head back, laughing. He swept you off the bench and into his arms, bridal style, causing you to yelp in surprise. “We can have breakfast after, you’re more of a breakfast for lunch girl anyway.”

“If you say so, Evans,” you giggled, wrapping your arms around his neck. “After all,” you felt a similar smug smirk surface as he carried you towards the stairs, “who am I to argue with the guy who knows me better than I know myself?”

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Part 3

A/N To the anon who requested a Benjamin imagine, here ya go! I hope you like it :)

Summary: Reader and Benjamin get caught… again

Warnings: Uhhhh… a makeout session I guess? If that needs a warning lol

Benjamin

Benjamin had arrived back early from his shift. It’d been a slow day, and the two other people watching had told him he could go ahead and head back, and so he did. And the first place he went, was to you. The two of you hadn’t had any alone time in what felt like months, when in reality it’d only been a few weeks. Any time he tried, something would always come up.

Henry would walk in. Ezekiel would need him to do something. Or the two of you would just be too exhausted from the days activities to do anything.

But now, you both were finally able to spend some time together. “Wait, wait- what if Henry comes back early?” You muttered against Benjamins slightly chapped lips as his hands roamed under your shirt and on your soft skin. “He won’t.” He insisted, but you still weren’t convinced.

You panted lightly as you pulled back, out of breath from the make out session the two of you were currently having. “Are you sure?” Ben chuckled at your constant worrying, his thumb caressing your cheek,“I’m sure.” You grabbed his hand, laughing yourself,“Don’t laugh at me, Benjamin. I don’t want your little brother to walk in on us making out.. again!” Pulling you closer into him, he pecked you on the lips,“I promise, he won’t. He’s at one of his friends houses, or something.”

You stared up at him for a moment before grinning, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him down to meet your lips. He spun the two of you around so that the back of your legs were against the bed, and he pushed you down gently so that you were laying down.

His lips made their way down your jaw and down your neck, where he began gently sucking. Your breath hitched as your fingers pulled through his curly hair, tugging at it. His tongue ran over the bruise he was making on your neck, and you moaned quietly, bringing his lips up to yours once more. He finished what he had been doing earlier and pulled your shirt off, leaving you in only a bra and your jeans.

Flipping the two of you over you began to pull at his shirt, gesturing for him to take it off. He did as told, and you began kissing down his neck while your hands slid down his chest and to his stomach, where you began to unbuckle his belt and pants. Just as you began to slide them off, he sat up and took your lips in his once again. His hands moved to your back, where he unclasped your bra, letting it fall to the side.

“This is not fair,” you giggled against his lips, allowing him to slip his tongue in your mouth.

And then all of a sudden, there was a quick knock before the door was thrown open, and in came Jerry. He shrieked while the two of you gasped, and Benjamin grabbed the blanket and pulled it around you, blocking your bare chest from his view.

Jerry covered his eyes with one hand, spluttering out,“I’m so sorry! Uh, Ezekiel wanted you, b-but I’ll tell him your busy!” He ran out of the room as quickly as he came in, not giving either of you a chance to respond, slamming the door shut. The two of you stared at the door for a second before looking at each other with embarrassed and confused faces, and then you broke out into laughter.

“Oh my god! Did you see his face?” You laughed, eyes squeezing shut as you leaned against his shoulder. “Well, we can add Jerry to the list of people who have seen us making out.” Benjamin grinned, cheeks red from embarrassment.

“Why do we always forgot to check that the door is locked?” You asked as you stood up and locked the door. He shrugged as you turning around with a smirk on your face, knowing that it was likely no one would bother either of you for the rest of the night.

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Imagine Chris surprising you and your daughter.

Author’s Note: Oh my God, how cute was the Gifted trailer?! ❤️

“Mama.” Your seven year old daughter, Olivia, looked up at you as the two of you walked home from the park with Dodger. “Do you think Daddy will be home for my birthday party tomorrow?” She asked, her big blue eyes filled with so much hope; they painfully reminded you of your husband’s, whom you hadn’t seen in almost four months thanks to his acting career.

“I don’t know, baby.” You gave her small hand a light squeeze. “Your daddy would love to spend tomorrow with you but his work keeps him very busy.” Olivia sighed but nodded understandingly. “Even if he misses it, know that he loves you very much.”

“I know that.” She looked up at you and smiled. “It’s okay, Mama. I understand.”

It broke your heart because your seven year old shouldn’t have to understand why her dad was missing yet another birthday. She should have been throwing a tantrum like she did when she turned five and you missed your a flight home from London because filming had taken longer than expected. Either she was growing up faster than most kids her age or she was just used to her A-List parents and their incredibly demanding jobs; being in the Hollywood industry meant occasionally missing family milestones.

‘We’ll celebrate again when Daddy gets back,“ you told her. "We’ll see it like you have two birthdays.” Her eyes lit up with excitement and she grinned. “Yup,” you nodded, confirming her suspicion. “That means double the presents too.”

“Yay!” She cheered excitedly. “C'mon Dodger, I’ll race you home!” She pulled her hand out of yours and sprinted ahead; Dodger yanked his leash out of your grip and ran after his master’s mini-me. “Dodger, wait for me!” You heard your child laugh as Dodger ran ahead of her.

You chuckled softly, following behind them. The two of them loved to race, but they usually only did it when the house was in near sight. You’d warned her about roads and cars, and stranger danger, so she always made sure it wasn’t much of a distance before she raced the pup home.

“I never get to beat you.” Olivia sat on the front porch with an adorable pout on her face. Dodger barked and jumped around her playfully, drawing laughter from her. “It’s okay, Dodger. I still love you,” she hugged him and nuzzled her small face into his fur.

“C'mon, you two.” You chuckled as you walked up the porch stairs and unlocked the door. “Let’s clean up and get ready for dinner.” Olivia and Dodger followed behind you inside the house. “You said you wanted to make some pizza, right?”

“Mm hm!” Olivia chirped, taking off her sneakers as you worked to lock the door. Your eyes narrowed at the brown boots sitting by the shoe rack; you were sure Chris had taken them with him, perhaps he took the other ones. “I love pizza, just like Daddy! If he were here, he’d be real excited for dinner too.”

“Yeah, he would be.” You nodded and held out your hand for her to take. “Let’s go wash our hands and then we can start making our pizza dough. What are you feeling like?” You asked as the two of you started to walk towards the kitchen. “Thin and crispy, thick and fluffy, deep di-” Before you could finish your sentence, your daughter pulled her hand out of your grip and sprinted towards the bearded man lying on your couch.

“Daddy!” She pounced on him, her tiny body landing knee first on his chest.

“Oh God.” He coughed then chuckled, wrapping his arm around her and sitting up. Olivia squealed excitedly as he rose to his feet, throwing her over his shoulder. “You’re growing fast, little one.” He lowered her back down onto his hip as he walked over to you. “Soon you’re going to be as tall and as beautiful as your mama.” He smiled at you and you smiled back, genuinely happy to see his handsome face. “Hey you,” he leaned forward and kissed you.

“Welcome home,” you pulled away to say then returned your lips to his.

“Bleh,” Olivia made a face then laughed when Chris broke the kiss to tickle her. “Stop, Daddy!” She squirmed in his arms then cupped his face in her small hands, forcing him to smile with her fingers. “We’re so glad to have you home.”

“And I’m glad to be home,” he grinned at her. “I couldn’t miss my little princess’s eighth birthday, and I definitely couldn’t miss pizza night.” He poked her side and she giggled, making his smile reach his eyes. “What are we thinking? Thick and fluffy with lots and lots of cheese?

"Yes, please!” She nodded in agreement. “What do you think, Mama?” The two of them turned to you with the same hopeful, pleading eyes. You chuckled; the two of them knew perfectly well it was hard enough for you to say no to one, let alone two.

“Like I have a say when it comes to the two of you,” you chuckled. “Fine, yes. Thick and fluffy with lots and lots of cheese.” Chris and Olivia glanced at each other, grinning happily. “I don’t care about any of that 'cause all I care about is that we’ve got you back home.” You admitted, walking into Chris’ open arm.

“Me too, sweetheart.” Chris kissed your hair. “Me too.”

You Belong To Me– Harry Styles 


  A/N: This imagine is a bit different because it starts from the middle, then hops to the beginning and continues as normal, kinda like a flashback. Explaining it just in case anyone gets confused. :) It’s not as complicated as it sounds and I think that as you read it, you’ll understand it. Okay, love you guys! :*

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“No! You aren’t going anywhere until I’m through. You fucking tell me what that prick was doing to you. Who is he and why was he fucking touching you? What the bloody hell did he want?”

 Eventhough I had expected this outcome, Harry’s angry outburst still planted a small seed of fear inside me, causing me to wince back at the rising volume of his rough language.

 I slowly look up into his darkening eyes, rage burning through them as he stares down at me. He has his hands on either side of my head, resting on the wall that my chair is propped up against, sealing me in from both sides so I can’t leave; not that I would. Leaving Harry during his rushes of fury was not a very bright idea. 

 Harry’s chest is rising and falling rapidly, his breath coming out in short pants. The veins on his forehead have become prominent due to what he had seen unfolding just a few minutes before.

 What got me into this situation wasn’t anything very harmful at all: a bit of flirting, and not even on my part.

 Harry had left me at the counter of the bar, excusing himself to go use the loo. Moments after he had disappeared into the crowd a tall blonde boy around my age had wandered to stand infront of me, pulling my attention to his unknown body standing so close.

  “Hello.” He had said, giving me an endearing smile. He seemed like a nice enough guy–he was wearing a pair of bootcut jeans and a dark navy blue button down, his sandy blonde hair styled up into a quiff.

  “Hi.” I had answered, returning his polite smile. I wasn’t interested because I’m with Harry, but turning him down when he hasn’t even made a move just seemed too cruel.

 "I’m Austin. And you are?“ 

 "Y/N.”

 "Nice to meet you, Y/N. I was standing over there with some friends and I couldn’t help but notice you sitting here alone. I was wondering if you’d like to dance?“ He pushes the conversation forward, now stepping it up to a dance request, and I cautiously glance in the direction Harry went, nervousness beginning to weigh down onto my chest.

 "I’m sorry. I already have a boyfriend.” I reply honestly, looking up at him apologetically. In another world where I was not dating Harry I would’ve accepted his outstretched hand, but I am dating Harry, and any other guy is nothing more to me than a possible friend. 

 "Oh, come on. I’m sure he won’t mind.“ Austin prods, giving me a wink and taking my hand from the counter-top, pulling me to up to my feet. 

 Just as I’m about to yank my hand out of his grip, I see a familiar figure clad in a dotted shirt and black skinny jeans enter my peripheral vision. In less then two breaths Harry is standing next to me, his brows furrowed and his hands clenched into tight fists at his sides. 

 "I’m sorry, mate. There seems to be a misunderstanding. She’s not single.” Harry’s voice is eerily calm, but as he speaks I can see that he is gritting his teeth, the muscle in his jaw ticking as he works on keeping his temper in check.

 I almost flinch at the smooth tone of his voice, knowing very well what will come afterwords. His cool composer is an act–the calm before an untamable storm.

 Austin sizes up Harry, looking him up and down. Harry is immediately the alpha, having atleast two-to-three good inches over the other boy’s head. Austin seems to recognize this, letting his fingers go slack, my hand returning to my side only to be wrapped in Harry’s hard grip. 

 "I’m sorry, man. I didn’t know.“ An obvious lie on Austin’s part since I had clearly stated that I was not alone, but I don’t speak up because the sooner this encounter is over, the better. 

 Harry gives a stiff nod and Austin takes this as a sign, turning around on his heel and going back the way he came from. Harry stares intently at the back of the other young man’s head as it sinks back into the crowd, almost as if daring him to even as much as look back. When the boy is out of view, Harry turns his blazing gaze at me, my eyes diverting to the floor to prevent from being trapped in his intimidating glare. 

 "Come on.” I hear Harry give a rough grunt, my hand being tugged harshly in the opposite direction Austin left. I follow him, not uttering a word. The situation at hand had not been my fault, but since Harry couldn’t take it out on Austin because he hadn’t technically done anything wrong, he was going to use me as much as possible. 

 We arrive at a two-seat tall table hidden away pretty well from the people around the club. I don’t wait for Harry to tell me to sit but I climb onto the long stool by myself. Eventhough Harry is upset with me I feel his hand being placed on the dip of my spine, keeping me from possibly falling back from the seat as I position myself accordingly. Harry could be very short-tempered, but it was only because he cared so much, thus describing what is about to go down between us. 

 "Who was that and what did he want?“ His breathing is starting to pick up pace, signaling that his patience and composer are running thin. 

 "Can we not do this here, please?” I beg quietly, looking up at him through my lashes. 

 Harry ignores my question, repeating his own. “Who the fuck was that?”

 As the first curse word leaves his lips I know he is going to cause a scene. Harry never curses at me when we fight. He uses that type of language daily, but only in a playful manner, but whenever I tick him off to his limit, he losses control of what he begins to say. 

 "I said not here.“ I repeat my statement, this time attempting to slide off the barstool to get through to him that I will not be doing this argument in public, but he grips onto my hips, pushing me back onto the seat until my back is pressed against the wall. He places his hands on either side of my head, eliminating any chances of escape.

 “No! You aren’t going anywhere until I’m through. You fucking tell me what that prick was doing to you. Who is he and why was he fucking touching you? What the bloody hell did he want?”

 "Harry, please–” I try to talk him out of this one last time, but I’m cut off as he slams his fist into the wall behind me, making me wince back from his lanky body as he towers over me, the veins in his neck popping out. 

 "Tell. Me.“ Harry grits out, his eyes daring me to object one more time. I shy away from him, fear starting to settle into my blood as I see his state darkening, his eyes becoming clouded with rage. When Harry looses his mind over something he doesn’t recognize what he’s doing until after he’s done it, meaning he could hurt me in the flare of the moment.

 "His name’s Austin.” I murmur, daring a glance up at him to let him know that I’m aware of his anger. “He came up to me after you left and asked me to dance. When I said no he grabbed my hand, and then that’s when you showed up.”

 "Didn’t you tell him you were with me?“ He asks incredulously. 

 "Of course I did. He didn’t care…" 

 "Motherfucker. I won’t care either when I’m pounding his face in.” Harry growls, pushing himself off of the wall and turning around, searching for Austin in the crowd. He spots him, his gaze zeroing in on his target as he sits on a couch, chatting with a couple of his friends. 

“I’ll fucking show him ‘not caring.’" 

 "Harry, no!” I grab his forearm, tugging him back towards me. “Leave him alone. It’s done. Nothing happened. Please don’t make this a big deal; just forget it.”

 "Of course I won’t ‘just leave him alone’, Y/N! He was coming onto you even after you rejected him! That’s considered harassing, and I’m going to go and kick his ass for it. Let me go.“ He doesn’t even look at me as he finishes talking, twisting his arm from my grip and taking a few strides forward.

 "Stop!” I jump down from the stool, this time grabbing his face in my hands and sharply turning him to face me, our noses brushing. Harry’s eyes are flashing with dangerous light, telling me that his body has gone into full-fighter mode; it’s my job to defuse him. 

 "Harry.“ I breathe out, my lips rubbing over his ever-so slightly. With every word I place a kiss onto his warm skin, trying to get a safe response from him. “Let. It. Go.“ 

 "But–” I grip onto the sides of his face, looking into his eyes as I shake my head.

 "Forget it. He’s not important.“ 

 "Let me just–” I silence him one last time by placing my lips onto the side of his neck and beginning to suck gently, earning the desired affect as I feel his body slump forward in a ceasefire. I smile against his strong pulse, pulling him forward with me as I step back a couple of times until my back hits the wall, then wrapping my arms around his neck to keep it stationed against my lips. I open my mouth a bit wider, letting my teeth nibble against the delicate skin over his quickening heart-beat, biting down as I hear a hiss stream from his mouth.

 I let my hands wonder up behind his head, gripping onto his soft curls and twirling them inbetween my fingers, tugging in the way I know drives him insane. I pull his hips closer, subtly rubbing up against his crotch.

 A low moan betrays him, his head tilting down so his hazy eyes lock on mine, the anger dissipating. 

 “Just forget him.” I plead again in a quiet whisper. 

 “Fine.” He mumbles back, wrapping his arms around my waist and abruptly flipping me around so that he’s now the one leaning against the wall. Pulling me closer he nudges our noses, then lifting his head and tilting it back. “Keep going.”

I’m immediately surprised by Harry’s demand because he’s always the one to take charge in the relationship, meaning that I’ve never had him in the position I have him in now, even-more-so meaning that I’ve never marked him. I raise my eyebrows at him in question and he nods, stretching out his neck a bit to give me more access.  

I obey, connecting my lips back onto his warm flesh and continuing my actions from before.

I allow my teeth to sink in hard, then letting my tongue smooth over the area to soothe the aching skin, sucking gently as one of my hands pulls at his hair, the other hand sneakily wandering down to rest against at the front of his jeans. 

The fact that we’re doing this in a club full of people doesn’t really matter considering there are couples almost literally shagging in the middle of the dance floor; plus, we’re pretty hidden in this undisturbed corner, the low lights and dark shadows fogging us out of the immediate view of others. With this in mind, I slowly begin to rock my hand back and forth, palming Harry through his tight jeans.

His head lulls back, a wispy groan escaping him as he bites down onto his lower lip, his eyes fluttering shut. 

“So good, baby.” He mutters, his hips jerking forward slightly to satisfy his growing need. 

I give him a reassuring squeeze, getting on my tip-toes to press my lips against his.

The bulge in his trousers grows heavier in my hands and I suddenly let out a small moan, the notion of having this effect on him becoming even more intriguing by the second.

Harry chuckles, the breath of his words tickling my ear. “It looks like this is making you hornier than it’s making me.”

I rapidly nod my head, looking up at him as I feel desire leaking into my eyes.

“I bet you want a good fuck right now, don’t you? A good, hard, rough fuck, hm, kitten?” I know the words are directed towards me, but as he talks his eyes aren’t looking at me; they’re focused on something or someone behind my back.

I turn my head to the side and see Austin’s eyes glued on us, his cold glare meeting Harry’s dead-on. Harry smirks at him, cupping my chin with his fingers and turning my head back to face him, his lips crashing onto mine. 

“He knows who you belong to now.” He murmurs through the kiss, his fingers snaking around my wrist. “Now let’s go. My cock is literally throbbing to be inside you.”

 The warmth of Harry’s body is ripped from me as he steps away, my own body being jerked forward towards his only a second after.

Harry weaves through the crowd fast, his quick pace making me stumble every few steps. How he manages to get around all of these drunken people and with such dark lighting is beyond me, but after a few moments we burst through the front doors of the nightclub. A cool night summer breeze is blowing, pushing my hair back from my face as Harry nearly sprints towards his car, unlocking it and shoving me into the passenger’s seat. He runs around the front of the car, sliding into the driver’s seat and turning on the ignition, the car roaring to life.

He leans across the dashboard, his lips finding mine in a heated kiss. 

“Fuck, I need you so bad.” He growls, but pulls away anyhow. “We’re going to have to wait because when I fuck you I want to be somewhere where I know you can scream as loud as you want.”

“Okay.” I say, trying to catch my breath from the brisk walking and heavy kissing.

Harry sets the car into motion, pulling out of the parking space and exiting the lot.

As we speed down the highway I can feel anxiousness weighing down on my stomach again. 

Harry and I had only had sex a few times, in which he had been slow, level-headed, and understanding, keeping his rough dominance at bay. Not only that, but Harry hadn’t gone all the way in– we’d always stopped at the half-way mark. As I glance at him, I can tell that only going in half-way isn’t on his mind right now, and being gentle has been locked away in the recesses of his thoughts. 

No matter what Harry has planned, one thing is obvious:

I’m in for a hell of a ride.

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By: Andrea 

HOLY SHIT 200+ OF YOU ARE WATCHING THIS SHIT SHOW ?!

I can’t believe that over 200 of you people like having my sorry butt on your dash and my personal take on my precious speedshit filling up your feed where there could be so many better Jesse’s on your dash. Like ?? What are you guys doing here I don’t deserve you all! I love you all and just A H H H I’ve only been writing Jesse for about 6 months and just ?? THANK YOU?!

Okay Okay, I did say this would be a follow forever, and I’ll follow through with that. But because I will PROBABLY start gushing so it’s all going to be below the cut so AGAIN THANK YOU ALL!

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The King of Jealousy

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Title: The King of Jealousy

Pairing: Pride x Reader

Word Count: 1,014

Warnings: none?

A/N: I was gonna save this for Friday, but I was easily convinced to post it now. Tonight is a new episode of NOLA and I am PUMPED! Feedback is welcomed and appreciated! I love you all so much!! <3 This was requested by an Anon: Pride x Reader oneshot where Pride is jealous bc someone is flirting with the reader

Dwayne Pride’s friend, Jethro, was famous for his rules.  Pride on the other hand, didn’t have any rules.  Jethro would have scolded Pride for dating you.  He couldn’t help the feelings he had for you.  He loved you.  There was no way he was going to stand by as someone else had the chance to sweep you off of your feet.  He never regretted the day he made you his.

The hardest thing about being with you in this line of work, was the suspects and the random people you had to deal with.  Pride always tried to be in the interrogation room with you whenever it was possible.  Suspects often tried to sweet talk you and that made Dwayne’s blood boil.

The agent watched through the glass as you and LaSalle sat the perp down in a chair.  He had to admit, he did like watching you during interrogations.  You were great at getting under people’s skin.  

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