i thought that someone should finally make a gif set of this okay

Imagine Chris admitting you’re his celebrity crush.

A/N: This is a request from @unstainedlight and it took me forever to get to, I’m so sorry. But here it is, finally! It’s super cute and I’d a lot of fun writing it (as in I giggled a lot) Enjoy! X

You arrived on the ‘The Tonight Show with Jimmy Fallon’ set shortly after your husband, Chris. The two of you came in separate cars because you’d come from your movie set, whereas he came from the hotel you were put up in while working in New York; he wasn’t due to film ‘Avengers: Infinity War’ until May. Both you and Chris had been invited by Jimmy Fallon to do your own respective interviews on your upcoming movies and pending projects, or so the both of you thought. As it turned out, those reasons were just bait given to your publicists to get both of you on his set at the same time without raising suspicion; the man had something cheeky planned.

Jimmy had interviewed Chris numerous times now- one could say that they were friends, so Jimmy knew about Chris’ crush on you. He’d said numerous times now, in most of his interviews, that you were a beautiful actress he admired, with values, morals, and ethics that made him think very highly of you; or in short, that you were his celebrity crush. The thing that Jimmy didn’t know, however, was that they two of you were actually married. You’d met Chris in 2014 while having lunch with your friends, Emily Blunt and John Krasinski. Chris was a good friend of John’s who thought the two of you would hit it off, and you did almost immediately.

After that day, the two of you starting secretly dating under the media’s radar because neither of you wanted the stress that came with having your relationship in the limelight. Both of you had been in the industry for a while now, so you knew what it was like when you started dating someone. The constant scrutiny, the tabloids and the rumors, the analyzing of everything you do and say, the haters and cynics calling the relationship a publicity stunt and waiting for it to blow up- you didn’t want to deal with that. Those were the things that usually ended a Hollywood relationship which was the last thing you and Chris wanted, so things between the two of you were kept under a tight lid.

Your friends and family knew about the relationship, but everyone did as you both asked and kept what they knew to themselves. During your time as boyfriend and girlfriend, you attended all red carpet events alone and took no photos together so you wouldn’t risk revealing your relationship to the world. It was unpractical, difficult, and occasionally lonely, but it worked out. Of course you weren’t going to keep it a secret forever, at some point you were going to want to reveal to the world that you were with the best person you’d ever met; vice versa. You’d both agreed to keep things hush until things were more solidified, and now that the two of you were happily married- the relationship was to be revealed at your movie premiere which was in a week’s time. But perhaps Jimmy’s cheeky little plan to embarrass Chris would move that announcement up.

“Hey stranger,” you called as you caught Chris in your dressing room mirror; he was up first and was walking towards the stage. He poked his head in and shot you a smile which you reciprocated. “Good luck out there, Captain America,” you gave him a two finger salute which made him laugh as he disappeared around the corner with the stage manager.

“Oh my God,” your makeup artist, Arizona, let out the breath she was holding in. “He is so freaking handsome,” she said then chuckled when you laughed. “I’m so glad I’m not the one doing his makeup, I wouldn’t be able to focus.” You said nothing in response as you closed your eyes to let her finish doing your eyeshadow. “Are the two of you friends?”

“I guess,” you shrugged nonchalantly.

“You know you’re his celebrity crush, right?” She was grinning excitedly when you opened your eyes. “As a fan of both you and Chris Evans, I can say that the two of you would make such a great couple.” You had to bite the inside of your cheek to stop from laughing. “You two should really make a movie together, ‘cause that’d be amazing.”

“Yeah,” you nodded in agreement.

“Okay,” she sprayed your face with setting spray then tucked a stray hair in its place. “All done, Y/N. You look amazing as always,” she complimented with a sweet smile. “And as always, it’s been an honor to do your hair and makeup. If you ever need a permanent stylist, I’m your girl.”

“Thanks Arizona,” you smiled then saw the stage director enter the room through the mirror. “And that’s my cue,” you told her and rose to your feet. You followed the stage director towards the stage and watched the TV, waiting for Jimmy to introduce you and bring you out.

“So Chris, I’m not sure if you’ve seen the interview your buddy Sebastian did with James Cordon a while back.” Chris’ eyes narrowed slightly as he pondered; he watched most of the interviews his friends and cast mates did. “The one with his celebrity crush, Sharon Stone.” Jimmy reminded him; Chris laughed and nodded. “Well, taking a page out of Cordon’s book- I thought I’d bring your celebrity crush here tonight so you can have the same opportunity to try and win her over with your charm and good looks.”

“Oh God,” Chris laughed. “This is not going to end well, I can tell already.”

“Let’s give Y/N Y/L/N a hand,” Jimmy called and you walked out right on cue. Chris caught your eye and you both tried hard not to crack even though the smiles you had on your faces were enough to give your big secret away. “C'mon Chris,” Jimmy teased as he rose to his feet, joining the audience in giving you a standing ovation. “Get on your feet, give a good impression.”

“Right, sorry.” Chris jumped onto his feet and clapped for you until you got to his side. “Hi Y/N, it’s a pleasure to finally meet you.” He shook your hand then leaned forward to give your cheek a quick peck. “We’re going to blow this, aren’t we?” He whispered into your ear before pulling away; you subtly nodded in response.

“Hi everyone,” you waved at the audience and they cheered for you. “Oh wow,” you began addressing Jimmy as the three of you took your seats. “It is so good to be back here. How are you, Jimmy?” You asked and he laughed.

“I’m meant to be the interviewer here, Y/N,” he joked and you chuckled. “I’m great, and you look great too. The New York air must agree with you. You’ve been out here for a while now, right?” You nodded. “You’re filming your latest movie which takes place in Manhattan, are you having fun?”

“Crazy fun,” you nodded. “I love New York, it’s where I started my career and where some of my best friends live so- yeah, I’m having a lot of fun. New York’s basically like a third home to me,” you told him; beside you, Chris smiled because he knew you refer to LA- your hometown- as home and Boston- his hometown- as your second home.

“Third home?” Jimmy quizzed. “Isn’t the saying second home?” You nodded, chuckling softly. “Okay then, so if New York is your third home then- where’s your second home? I know LA is your hometown, so that’s number one. What’s number two?”

“Boston,” you answered, trying not to smile too widely as you glanced at Chris; he couldn’t hide his grin. “It’s um- it’s a place close to my heart, a lot of my friends are from Boston- like John Krasinski, and it’s also where I fell in-love actually, with a Bostonian.”

“You’re in-love?” Jimmy looked over at Chris and pressed his lips together. “Aw, that’s a bummer.” Both you and Chris laughed at that. “Here I was thinking I was going to set the two of you up 'cause you know, Chris- Captain America, is not shy about admitting who his celebrity crush is.” You chuckled softly as you nodded. “He’s from Boston too, so if you think he’s better than your current love- it wouldn’t be hard to jump ship. Right, Chris?”

“Well,” Chris winced, trying hard not to crack. “If she’s already in-love with someone else, y'know- I’m not going to interfere with that.” You bit the inside of your cheek, stifling your laughs. “If she were single, of course I’d go for it, but she’s in a relationship, man. I can’t do that to a brother,” he tried not to laugh as he said that.

“Think about this, Y/N,” Jimmy tried to sell your husband to you. “Chris is a fan of yours, he is practically in-love with you already.” You looked over at Chris and he nodded in agreement with Jimmy’s statement, holding a serious face that made you want to laugh. “And c'mon, how great can your current guy be compared to Captain America? I mean- the choice is simple, right? Right, guys?” He asked the audience and they cheered. “The two of you would be the new Brad and Angelina, minus the divorce 'cause you’re Chris’ celebrity crush and I doubt he’d do anything to risk losing you.”

“Oh, definitely not,” Chris agreed and you turned away, laughing. “I’d treasure you for the rest of my life, Y/N.” He took your left hand in his, lifting it into vision but hiding your wedding bands. “I’d love you in sickness and in health, for richer or poorer, till death do us part. But I think you already know that from when we exchanged wedding vows,” he said and revealed the wedding bands; everyone gasped, including Jimmy. “Yeah,” Chris began as you both turned to a stunned Jimmy, chuckling. “I didn’t need your help 'cause I already married my celebrity crush.”

“Oh my God,” Jimmy’s jaw dropped. “How- when- are you guys even- Wait, what?” He laughed, bouncing excitedly in his chair. “When did this even happen? I didn’t even know that you guys knew each other, let alone dated! And you’re married? What the fu-” he cut himself off, his smile wide. “That is amazing, wow! Congratulations, you two! Wow!” The audience cheered and clapped when Jimmy did. “This is exclusive right? No one knew before this moment?”

“Our friends and family know,” you told him, chuckling. “But no one else did, so yes. This is an exclusive on your show. I’m married to Chris Evans,” you said and Chris brought your entwined hands to his lips, kissing the back of your hand.

“Yup,” Chris grinned at you then turned to the camera, “I’m married to my celebrity crush.”

All The Time In The World

[One shot - request]

Summary: Olivia is the one in charge of Negan once he’s in jail, but what happens when you’re given the chance to come face to face with the man?

Note: This one shot was requested by the lovely @oceaninwinter

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“I really don’t wanna go down there.” Olivia said, shaking her head as she held onto the bucket of hot water.

“Then why do you do it?” You said confused as you looked back at her. You could see just how much she hated her job of having to take care of Negan.

“It’s just the job Rick gave to me, and I thought I could handle it.” She said, walking hesitantly to the basement door of the abandoned building you were currently in.

“Don’t. I’ll go.” You said with a shrug, “It can’t be that hard.”

You hadn’t been with the group long, you weren’t around for this whole “war” that they often talked about, which led to the way they were living their lives now. You always heard about the man they called Negan, but had never met him, but from the things that you had heard - all the stories - he was someone that everyone once feared, and for good reason. If half of what you heard was true, then he was terrifying. It made you nervous to even offer to trade jobs with her, but you saw how much she truly despised it, and figured that it would be easier on you than her. Your job was to stay upstairs and keep an eye out for anything suspicious, and having full permission from Rick to take Negan out if he tried to escape.

“No, (Y/N). I really shouldn’t, I don’t know how Rick would feel about it.” She answered. She was saying no, but you could see in her eyes that she wanted to say yes to it. It wouldn’t take much more pushing of the question to get her to agree.

You crossed you arms, “Rick doesn’t have to know, okay? We won’t tell him.”

“Negan would tell him.” She said matter-of-factly.

“Why would he do that?” You were genuinely confused now.

“That statement alone let’s me know that you don’t need to do this, (Y/N). He can’t be trusted, you don’t know him like the rest of us.” She warned.

You were beginning to grow just a little annoyed. You were offering her a chance to get out of it, and she seemed to come up with every excuse to say no.

You sighed and took a step closer to her, “I’ll ask him not to tell Rick, okay? And even if he tells him, so what? We’ll tell Rick you don’t wanna do this anymore. You can sit up here and keep a lookout while I deal with him.”

She pressed her lips together with a worried expression on her face, thinking it over until finally have you a reluctant nod, “Okay, okay.. I’ll let you do it.”

“Alright.” You said, your face was a blank expression, but inside you were nervous and intrigued all at once, you were finally gonna meet the man everyone has been afraid of.

She handed over the bucket of water to you, “You take this, and let him clean up.” She trailed off as she reached into her pocket to pull out a small leather pouch, “You’ll need this too if he wants to shave.. I’m assuming you know how to use one of these?” She said as she pulled a flap back on the pouch to reveal a straight razor.

You nodded, “It can’t be that hard, I just know I’d have to be extra careful.. I’m shaving him?” You said with a confused expression.

“Yes, you do. We never let him do it himself. You should also make sure that he keeps his distance.” She said, giving you a concerned look.

“You’re talking like he’s psychotic, or something, Olivia.” Your forehead creased.

“I don’t say it lightly, (Y/N). Keep your guard up at all times.. Here, you’ll need this, too, obviously.” She said as she reaching into her pocket, pulling out a small shiny object - it was the key to Negan’s cell.

You nodded again and stuffed the leather pouch into your pocket, taking the key from her, “I will.” You turned the knob of the basement door slowly, the creaking of it disturbing the silence, the draft of cold, damp air hitting you. You gave Olivia one more glance before you turned to walk down the rickety wooden steps as she shut the door behind you tightly. You had to admit you were a bundle of nerves going down there, you were shaking and it wasn’t from the cool air of the drafty basement. When you got to the bottom step, you took a moment to collect yourself, taking in a deep breathe. You could see the makeshift cell that has been welded against the wall. You glanced nervously into the darkened cell, just barely being able to make out a silhouette of the man named Negan.
You jumped suddenly when a voice sounded from the other side of the bars.

“Y'know I started to fuckin’ ask when Olivia had such a dramatic goddamn weight loss.” A deep voice said in a cheeky tone.

You approached the bars cautiously, setting down the bucket, “I’m not Olivia.”

“Yeah, I kinda fuckin’ figured that out on my own.” He said matter-of-factly. You could hear scraping on the concrete floor as his silhouette became bigger, he must have been sitting on the floor. You were finally granted your first glimpse of the man as he approached the bars, feeding his arms through them. You weren’t disappointed with the sight, he was tall, and more handsome than you had expected him to be. He was sporting a full beard, but his hair was short and slicked back against his skull, compared to his beard it must have been cut recently. You looked down at your feet for a moment, not being able to keep contact with his dark, intimidating eyes for very long.

“Where the fuck is my dear, Olivia? Not that I’m complaining, this is a nice fuckin’ change of scenery.” He said slowly, you looked back to see his tongue darting from between his lips. You could feel his eyes on your body, and suddenly you lost your voice.

“You’re not gonna fuckin’ ignore me now, are you?” He spoke sternly, regaining your attention.

You shook your head quickly, “No sir- I mean, Negan. She’s- she’s upstairs. I traded with her.”

He raised an eyebrow, “Sir? That’s fuckin’ sweet of you. What’s your name, darlin’?”

Your mouth relaxed into a thin line, “(Y/N)”

He gave you a dangerous, yet charming smirk, “That is a beautiful name.”

You bit your lip, trying not to let a smile break through, “Thank you.” You fiddled with your fingers absentmindedly as the silence filled the air again.

Negan leaned against the bars, “You seem pretty fuckin’ nervous.”

“Well, you are pretty infamous around here.” You admitted.

Negan chuckled, letting his teeth scrape over his bottom lip, “Yeah? According to fuckin’ who - Rick?”

You nodded slowly, “Him and the others. I’ve heard things.”

“You don’t look too fuckin’ familiar to me. I’m guessing you’re new?” He smirked cockily.

You were still nervous, but there was something about him that made you relax just a bit, and you weren’t sure if that was a good thing, or a bad thing that had a chance of getting you into some deep shit.

“I am. I wasn’t around for the war that everyone talks about. I’ve been here for about 3 months, give or take a few weeks.”

His lips parted as he gave you a coy grin, “I’ve been stuck behind these fuckin’ bars for almost a year now. After hearing the stories, you didn’t even fuckin’ bother to pay a visit to the resident jail bird, darlin’?”

You gave him a weak smile and shrugged, “Well I imagine you wouldn’t want people to come down here to gawk at you like a caged animal, and frankly, I was scared.”

“But I am a fuckin’ animal, sweetheart.” He said confidently, his white teeth peekimg through his lips.

He has a dark look in his eyes, that was almost.. Seductive.. The way his eyes trailed over you as he said it made you realize that he was hinting that he was an animal not just for his crimes, but for a more primal reason. A sudden, familiar heat rose up inside of you, a heat you hadn’t felt In a long time, and one that you so often ached to feel again. It was startling, you bit down on your lip hard, almost certain you had broken the skin. Negan making you feel this way - especially so soon - was wrong, it made you uncomfortable and excited all at once. You did your best to keep your composure as you felt the dampness between your legs increasing. You had to avert your eyes away from him again, his stare was so intense. You were sure he’d see right through you, and if he did, he spared you the embarrassment of letting it be known.

“Sweetheart, are you gonna give me my bucket of water any fuckin’ time soon? I’d like to use it before it gets cold.” He said, parting his hands as he leaned his head against a cell bar.

You closed your eyes, exhaling a shaky breath and dipped your hand into your pocket to pull the key out, “Yes, I’m sorry.” You approached his cell door, glancing at him timidly as you reached out to shove the key into the lock, turning it until there was a click. You pulled the door slowly, your hands gripping so tightly around one of the bars that your knuckles were turning white for fear he was going to dart from behind the bars. You held your breathe as he pulled his arms back through the bars and sauntered over to the door. He towered over you, forcing you to look up to meet his gaze and up close it was even more intimidating and.. Sexy. If he took it upon himself to try to escape there’s no way in hell you could have stopped him. He gave you a sly smirk as he bent down to grab the bucket and take it back into his cell, and it took everything in you to keep you from melting then and there. There was something about that man that was absolutely intoxicating. You weren’t the kind of woman to swoon for a man who gave you just the least bit of attention, but even you couldn’t deny the charm that radiated off of him.

You backed away from the cell, leaving the door ajar. You weren’t sure what you were supposed to do next, you felt your cheeks flush red again as you glanced over to see the white t-shirt he was wearing being pulled from his body. He was toned and had a few stray tattoos here and there, most notably being the cross on his left arm. If the top half looked this good, what else did he have hidden away under his clothes? You brushed the thought away, scolding yourself internally for thinking such a thing.

You could feel your palms getting clammy, “I should give you some privacy.”

He snorted and dipped a rag into the bucket, “Don’t fuckin’ get shy on my account, darlin’. Sweet thing usually fuckin’ sits over there and reads until I’m done.” He said gesturing to a chair in the corner of the room.

“Oh.. Right.” You said bashfully as you turned quickly, heading for the chair before he could take anymore clothes off. You sat down, keeping your eyes at your feet, trying to hold back your temptation to sneak a peek at this man. You tapped your foot lightly on the ground, you could hear the unzipping of his pants now and your eyes scanned along the floor momentarily, but they snapped back to your feet once his voice sounded again.

“How do you fuckin’ like it around here?” He said, sloshing water around in the bucket.

You gave a shrug, assuming that he was looking at you, “It’s nice. It’s sort of boring, but with the way stuff is now, I guess I should be thankful for a boring life.”

You heard him chuckle, “You don’t strike me as a boring girl, darlin’. You look like your prone to getting into some shit.”

You smirked, he wasn’t entirely wrong about that. A few moments passed, the silence fell over the room again, the only sound to be heard was the sound of water. Your temptation was beginning to override you and your curiosity had taken over you, your eyes trailed along the floor again. Fuck it. You eyes quickly darted forward, making contact with his bare body, and the sight was not disappointing either. Your eyes widened at the sight, your legs clenched involuntarily as felt the dampness between to legs beck not noticeable than before. This man was supposed to be so terrible and evil, but here you were lusting after him after you just met.

“It you want a better fuckin’ look at my dick, just say so, sweetheart.” His deep time called, breaking your concentration on his body.

You had a look of guilt on your face as you met his eyes in embarasment. He stood there, smirking as he dropped the rag back into the bucket.

You closed your eye tightly, shaking your head, “I- I’m sorry.” You opened one eye back up slowly.

He bit his lip, “It doesn’t fuckin’ bother me, darlin’. Don’t get much fuckin’ action from women these days, and try as I fuckin’ might, your other half up there won’t give me the time of fuckin’ day.. Is she a goddamn carpet muncher or something?” He said as he pulled his pants back on.

You chewed your lip “No, I don’t think so..”

He sniffed and gave you a shrug as he walked out of his cell, setting the bucket outside, his shirtless chest still glistening from the water running down it, “Could’ve fooled me. Shit, I’ve been trying to get her for months - and nothing - not even a sad eyecontactless handjob.”

Your lips parted slightly as your hand clamped over your face, trying to stifle back laughter.

He sucked his teeth as he walked forward, “Is it that amusing, babydoll?”

You shook your head, “I’m sorry. After all the things I’ve heard.. I never expected you to be funny.”

He shrugged and gave you a smile, “It wasn’t a joke, but what-the-fuck-ever. Do you have the razor, darlin’. I’d like to get this goddamn bush off my face.” He said run in his hand through his beard.

You gave a nod as you stood up, “I do.” You pulled the chair to the middle of the room to let him sit in it. He watched you intently as you pulled the leather pouch from your pants pocket to take the razor out.

“I’m not gonna lie, I don’t really know what I’m doing with this.” You confessed, your eyebrows knitting together.

He intertwined his hands behind his head as he leaned back in the chair “Just try not to slit my fuckin’ throat, darlin’. You’re gonna need to sharpen it first of all.”

“How?”

He closed his eyes with a smirk, “See this belt looking shit right here?” He said reaching around the back of the chair to pull on what looked like a strip of leather, “You sharpen it with this.”

“Okay, then I definitely don’t know what I’m doing.” You huffed, running a hand over your face.

“Here, give it to me.” He said reaching out for it.

You backed up quickly, pulling the arm that held it behind you. Giving him a hostile look. Did he think you were that stupid?

He gave you a call smile and blinked, “I’m serious. Look, if I wanted to fuckin’ escape, I wouldn’t need a dull fuckin’ straight razor to do it, babydoll.” He said leaning forward, his tone was serious, not the joking-nonchalant one he had been using the majority of the time.

You knew it was probably a terrible idea, and your mind was screaming at you not to do it, but you couldn’t help but believe him, and his natural charm wasn’t any help in keeping you cautious of him for very long. You let out a breathe and took a slow step towards him, reaching out to give it to him. You felt the chills run down your body when his hand made contact with yours, his fingers lingering over your skin longer than they should have before he pulled back, taking the one object he shouldn’t have been allowed do have in his hand. You had to let your mind adjust to the situation, you could only imagine Olivia’s face if she she saw this shit. You took a step back as you carefully watched the razor in his grasp as he stepped to the back of the chair, pulling the leather strap tightly to run the blade of the razor back and forth across it. This was a dangerous situation, and you knew it, but it seemed to excite you further at the same time. You could see the muscles in his bare arm flexing each time he moved. Your teeth found your bottom lip again, giving it a generous tug as you watched him. It was so easy to go into a trance-like state while you watched him, any movement he made being done with fluidity and ease, only making you all the more intrigued by him. You listened to the scraping of the blade against the leather, it was somewhat soothing as it eased the tense air of the room. You were snapped out of your transfixed state when when the scraping stopped. You swallowed, there was a lump im your throat when he turned back towards you, the sharpened razor still in his hand. You exhaled shakily.. Was this it? Was he gonna slit your throat and escape? So many thoughts were running through you as he stepped towards you, your body tensing, preparing for whatever he was going to do next. But you relaxed just as fast as you had been bracing yourself for something terrible.

He folded the razor back into itself, extending his arm to hand it over to you, “Might wanna be extra fuckin’ careful, sugar. It’s sharp as shit, and I’m not in the mood to get my throat slit today.”

You took it from his hand, giving him an obedient nod, surprised that he even gave it back to you at all, “I handn’t planned on it.” You smirked.

He finally sat back down, giving you some peace of mind when he did so. You walked around the the back of the chair to a small table that sat beside the wall. It was obviously Olivia’s setup for when she had the job of shaving him. You grabbed a can of shaving cream that sat on it and a clean rag before walking back over to him. His hands were back behind his head again, and his legs were kicked out as if he didn’t have a care in the world. You had to admit, you sort of admired that about him. He truly didn’t give a shit.

You held the can out to him, “I’m sure this part you can manage yourself, right?” You said teasingly.

He gave you a challenging expression and reached out to take the can from you, “You’ve sorta got a fuckin’ attitude on you, don’t you?”

“No more than you seem to have.” You brushed some hair behind your ear, giving a small smile as he began to cover his beard with shaving cream, “Females with an attitude intimidate you, or something?”

He ran his hand over his beard, his eyes shifting to you, giving you an almost dangerous look, and you decided at that moment maybe you should choose your words more carefully, he was still some who was unpredictable in his actions. His eyes narrowed as they continued to burn into yours as he handed the can back to you.

“No. I’ve always had a fuckin’ thing for the ones with an attitude.. They were always more fun to break.” He said, clearing his throat.

You turned quickly to bring the can back to the table, happy to get away from his gaze for another moment, mainly because you didn’t want him to see you blushing, yet again. It was beginning to get ridiculous. You took in a breath and walked back in from of him, opening up the razor slowly as you stood beside him, your nervousness growing again once you realized you were going to get extra up close and personal with him. You knew it wasn’t that you were were fearful of him harming you, it was for the fact that it would be would no secret to him now that you were weakened by his charming nature.

You stood there for a moment, overlooking his features before you finally reached out, placing your free hand on his head. He complied easily enough, tilting his head to the side as your brought down the razor, being careful not to cut him as you slid it down his cheek, listening to the scraping of it against his skin. He often shifted his eyes, looking at you out the corner of them. Once the first stroke was done, you were a little more confident in what you were doing.

“Shit, that was easy enough, huh?” He said as you wiped the razor on the rag, before bringing it back up to his skin again.

“Yeah, you’re still alive. I’d say I’m not doing too bad.” You smirked.

“Tell me something about your fuckin’ self, darlin’. You got yourself a man.. Or a fuckin’ woman? Can’t imagine something as pretty as you is single.” He said shifted his eyes over to you once, again giving you another sly grin.

You shook your head slowly, trying to keep your concentration as the razor glided across his skin again, “No. I was with someone, but that was a very long time ago.”

Negan hummed softly, giving you that dangerous look again. It had become apparent now that, that look made you susceptible to becoming very hot and bothered. The thought of throwing your leg over him and taking a seat brushed across your mind, you wondered how he would react. You bit the inside of your cheek roughly for letting these intruding thoughts keep popping into your mind. You finally finished with one side of his face, you looked down at his legs that were splayed out, blocking you.

You looked at him timidly, “Could you uh- your legs.”

“Sure fuckin’ thing, sweetheart.” He said clearing his throat as he sat up straight in the chair.

You moved in front of him, noting mentally that you were in the perfect position to straddle him for real now. You closed your eyes briefly. These thoughts didn’t seem like they were ever gonna stop, and you weren’t sure that you really wanted them to. You leaned forward, your hands sliding into his hair again, the sound of the razor over his skin filling the room. You followed his gaze and he made no effort to hide the fact that his eyes were locked onto your cleavage, his teeth brushing over his bottom lip. As if you weren’t hot enough over him already, the sight of lust in his eyes as he stared at your full breasts through the thin shirt you were wearing surely did it for you. You gave a small, mischievous smirk to yourself and leaned down a little further, making it seem like you wanted to be extra precise in shaving him, but in reality, you were teasing him, but of course he knew it. He raised his eyes up to you, meeting yours again. It was a dark, hungered look in his eyes and you could see his jaw flaring as he clenched his teeth tightly. You had to look away from him again, it was more intense than any stare he had given you yet, and you could feel your core clenching around nothing as your arousal began to meet it’s peak. At this point, you weren’t sure who was driving who crazy. The sexual tension in the room was no secret. It was a heavy, aching feeling.

As you got to the last bit of hair, you tried to shave it quickly. As you stood over him, your breast still in his face, you could feel the warmth of his fingertips as they brushed lightly over your legs. You swallowed hard as they rested lightly on the outside of your jeans. He was testing you to see how far you’d let him go, and at this point you were a practically a puddle beneath him, willing to let him do whatever he wanted, but trying - and failing - to keep that a secret. Once you finally finished, you backed up slowly from him, folding the razor back down and walked over to the table to set it down, grabbing another clean rag to hand to him.
He took it and wipe off the remnants of the shaving cream.

“You’re all done.” You said, exhaling, “Is that all you needed?”

He finished wiping his face and tossed the rag back onto the table before looking at you again, “That’s not all I fuckin’ need, darlin’.”

You were both locked in a staring competition now. Neither of you looked away, and you getting up the courage to not shy away from him this time as the sexual tension in the room seemed to boil over. You inhaled deeply, unwavering as you took one step towards him.

“What is it?” You said. You stood firm, but your voice was shaking.

He reached out again, letting a hand wrap around your thigh this time, running to your back, and down to grab your ass. A silent sign escaping your lips. Every nerve in your body seemed like it was on fire, and once Negan sensed that you were just as starved for some contact as he was. He wasted no time in yanking you down to him. You gasped quickly as the sudden jerk of your body as he brought you down to his lips, kissing you hungrily as his tongue darted between your lips. You held onto the back of the chair, finally getting to fulfill your though of straddling him as you threw one leg over him, settling down into his lap. You could feel how hard he was as his cock pressed against your already soaked slit through your jeans. You let out another sigh as his tongue continued to explore your mouth, both his hands now gripping your ass firmly. Your first instinct was to grind into him, and before you knew it, your hips were rolling against his doing your best to make contact with his member trying to relieve some of the ache you felt deep in your core. He seemed to take note of how desperate you were to feel something. He brushed his hands back over your thighs, unbuttoning your pants quickly. You gritted your teeth when a hand found it’s way inside, teasing your wetness with his fingers, your hips involuntarily bucking into his hand, causing a finger to slide inside of you, making you moan. He brought a free hand up to wrap around your neck. You could see the pure lust on his face as he watched you ride his fingers.

“Shit, I missed that goddamn feeling.” He growled seductively, he buried his face into your chest, biting and pulling at your shirt with his teeth, moving up to your neck to suck at the delicate skin. You knew him leaving marks would be a bad idea, but at the moment you didn’t care and you wanted him to mark you everywhere. Your hands fiddled with the button on his pants, finally getting them open as you reached into his jeans to stroke his hard cock. He grunted eagerly as he let the hand on your neck slide down to your breasts, squeezing them through the fabric of your shirt.

“Get this shit off, baby.” He ordered, tugging at your shirt roughly.

You complied immediately, lifting it over your head to throw it to the floor. He brought his hands around you, unhooking your bra with little effort, letting it fall from your body as he stuck his head into your breasts, grasping at them with his free hand, biting and sucking at your nipples as you continued to ride his fingers. By this point, his fingers were coated in your juices, he thumbed at your clit roughly.
You let your hand work up and down the shaft of his cock, moaning softly each time his fingers sunk deeper inside of you with each strike you made, but you wanted him inside of you, you wanted him to fuck you mercilessly while you writhed beneath him. Your free hand tangled in his hair as his face was still buried firmly in your breasts, your hips rocking vigorously on his fingers. He finally lifted his head back up, kissing you roughly, biting your bottom lip.

“You ever fucked in a jail cell before?” He purred seductively in your ear.

He said it as if it was a question, but you both knew it wasn’t. He was telling you what he was going to do to you, and you were more than willing to let him have his way.

“There’s a first time for everything.” You breathed back as he pulled his fingers from you, leaving you aching even more than you were and whimpering for his touch again as he left you with an empty feeling.

You released his cock, wrapping you arms around his neck as his strong arms held you close to him as he stood up, your legs wrapped around his waist as he carried you back to his cell. It was dimly lit inside of it, you didn’t even notice the cot that sat against the wall until he threw you onto it. You pulled yourself up as he stood in for of you, sliding his pants down to his hips, just enough to release his cock. You licked your lips as you watched him, finally getting a good view of just how big he was. Your hands trailed down to the front of your jeans, teasing your sensitive slit through them.

“Get on your knees.” He growled, walking forward to wrap your hair around his fist, you sighed as you propped yourself onto your knees, preparing yourself for what was next. With his fist in your hair he guided you towards him, your mouth opening for him as his cock slipped inside. You could taste the precome that had beaded on the head of his member, dragging your tongue over the tip, lapping it up immediately. He groaned, tilting his head down as his grip tightened on you, you let your lips wrap tightly around his shaft as your head bobbed up and down on him, taking in as much of his cock as you could until you could feel yourself on the verge of gagging, but you wanted to impress him, so you pushed the thought away as you shoved your own head down on his cock even further. response, he let out a moan, bucking his hips into your mouth, you could feel his cock in the back of your throat now, and you were surprised at the amount of control he had. For someone who hadn’t been with an actual woman in a while, you expected him to fuck your throat until it was raw - something you weren’t completely opposed to.

“Jesus Christ, darlin’.” He groaned, forcing his hips against your mouth, causing you to cough, but you didn’t stop sucking him, you let your tongue work up and down his length each time you bobbed your head up and down, doing your best to drive him crazy. You brought your hand up, swirling your tongue around his head, popping it in and out of your mouth lazily, letting your hand pump him, causing more precome to bead out of him. He let out a throaty grunt and pushed you off of him.

You smiled, biting your lip as he looked down at you, his eyes narrowed in a seductive expression as he leaned down, curling his fingers over the top of your jeans, ripping them off of you. You breathed heavily as he did so, not sure how much longer your could hold out. He pushed you back further on the bed as he grasped your legs, raising them to his shoulders as he nestled himself between your legs, kissing and biting hard at your thighs, making you yelp at the feeling, pain mixed with pleasure. You knew it was going to leave bruising tomorrow. He licked your slit through your panties, he was already getting to taste you as your had completely soaked through them, thanks to how turned on he had gotten you before sex was even thought of between the two of you. You laid your head back on the cot, reveling in the feeling of having someone’s tongue on you in such an intimate way again. You had almost forgotten how it felt, and when Negan did it, it felt even better than you had ever remembered it feeling. He brought his finger up to play with your clit through your panties, making you suck in sharp breathes, you were close to begging him. He pulled them to the side, dragging his finger up and down your folds, letting them slide in and out of you, creating a wet sound. Your back arched, his tongue pressed firmly again your clit as he lapped up your juices, his fingers thrusting in and out of you.

“Oh my God.” You moaned as you felt his tongue slide into you. You pulled his hair roughly, strands of it wrapped around your fingers.

“Is that what you fuckin’ like, baby?” He said, biting your wet lips.

“Yes.” You whimpered, you had bent completely to his will and were a mess beneath him, and craving his cock inside of you.

You pulled up on his hair, silently letting him know to come back up to you, “I want you, Negan.”

He leaned forward, kissing and biting his way back up your body, you gripped the sheets, loving the way your skin felt between his teeth. Your legs wrapped around him tightly once his face met yours, yours lips crashing into each other as he grinded against you. You could feel his throbbing cock teasing your aching pussy as he slipped the head in briefly, pulling back out. You whined in protest, bringing your hands back up to dig your nails into his skin, he let out a growl, wrapping his hands around your neck.

“You want this fuckin’ cock, babydoll?” He purred into your ear, nipping at your neck as he drug his teeth across your skin.

“Yes.. Please!” You answered back, letting your legs tighten around him even more.

He gave you a devilish smile as he pushed himself into you, letting all of his length slide into you at once, you lifted your hips up to his, feeling so much pleasure as he filled you up completely. You laid your head back, breathing deeply as he started with a few slow pumps into you, your walls already clenching themselves around his cock.

“I don’t think I’ve ever had a pussy this goddamn tight, darlin’.” He growled, bucking his hips against you, forcing himself deeper in, causing to to cry out. Your nails sinking further into his skin. He was going to have a few marks of his own after you were finished. He squeezed your neck, creating a delightful sensation as he started to grind himself in and out of you vigorously, the sound of wet skin smacking against each other accompanied with your moans. You bit down on your lip quickly, remembering Olivia upstairs.

“She’s gonna hear us.” You squeaked as he continued ramming himself into you, grunting into your ear.

“You’re just gonna have to be fuckin’ quiet, baby.” He said seductively, putting his other hand over your mouth to keep you quiet.

He slammed his hips into you violently, making you cry out, your voice soften by the cover of his hand as his cock hit the back of your walls. He kept it up for a while, your legs seeming to wrap around him tighter with each thrust, his cock now completely slick with your wetness as he slide in and out with ease. You were glad that his hand was covering your mouth, your moans became louder and more frequent as he had his way with you. You finally released the grip you had on him, a thought coming to your mind.

“Take me from behind. Fuck me hard.” You begged him, turning your body slightly.

He widened his eyes, smiling and he bit your lip, “Turn the fuck over, sweetheart.”

You gave him a nod, turning yourself over on the cot as you bent yourself down as far as you could, sticking your backside into the air for him. You felt a hard slap on your ass, forcing you to jerk away from him, but also wanting him to keep it up. He placed his hands on your ass, pulling you back against him as he slid into you with ease again, he gave your ass another had slap, making you moan again. You clamped a hand over your mouth, realizing the moan was louder than it should have been. He brought his hand down as he thrust into you, holding your own hand against your mouth.

“Easy, babydoll. You don’t wanna get us fuckin’ caught do you?” He smirked, slamming his hips into you again. The pleasure overtaking you, causing you to collapse into the cot as you shook your head.

You finally lifted your head back up, wanting to take some control of your own as you pushed yourself back into him, causing him to slip out of you. You turned around to face him as he stood there, looking at you confused for a moment. You narrowed your eyes at him.

“I wanna ride you.” You said bluntly, clenching your legs together as you were still feeling aftershocks of pleasure.

“Goddamn, you’re full of surprises, aren’t you, darlin’?” He smirked as he sat down, leaning back into the wall, stroking himself as you crawled to him, throwing your legs at his side as you lowered yourself down onto his cock. You gritted your teeth, making sure to keep your voice down as much as you could. You rocked your hips against his, just like you had done on the chair. You could feel his cock throbbing inside of you, only making you more eager to ride him. His hands cupped around your breasts, giving them a generous squeeze as he brought his mouth down to let his tongue swirl around your nipples. You buried your face in his neck to dull your moans. He smelled amazing and you kissed his neck, sucking the skin as he tugged at your nipple with his teeth. You bucked your hips hard against him. He moved his hands down to your hips to guide your rhythm how he wanted, still managing to maintain control even with you on top. You were starting to come to your peak, you could feel the build up of the orgasm and you already knew that it was going to be intense. You continued to thrust your hips against his, his cock slid in and out of you. You slammed yourself down onto it, causing a loud grunt to escape Negan’s lips as he clenched his jaw, giving you a dangerous stare. He continued to slam you down into his hips, only bringing you closer and closer to the edge until you were spilling over it.

“Shit, I gonna come!” You cried as you felt your walls grip around him even tighter than they had before, you could feel how wet you were making his dick as you climaxed. You buried your head further into his neck as you couldn’t help but scream, luckily it was muffled against his skin.

“That’s it, darlin’, fuckin’ come for me.” He groaned as you continued to ride him throughout your orgasm, desperately wanting him to finish with you. His grunts were becoming louder as he went into an animalistic state, forcing you down as hard as he could onto his cock.

“Motherfucker.” He growled, his fingers gripping around your waist tightly. You breathed heavily as you kept up your pace, but knowing you were already spent.

“Negan.” You moaned back in his ear.

He bucked his hips against yours for a few more times and you knew he was close. He kissed you hard on the mouth, his tongue forcing it’s way in.

He gave one last groan before he pulled you up roughly off of him, “Fuck, darlin’.” He threw you down onto the cot, quickly lifted himself above you as he stroked his cock a few times before you felt the warmth of the spurts as he came on your chest and abdomen, stroking himself dry. You let out a breath as a leaned down to you, both arms outstretched to hold his weight above you as he kissed you roughly once more. You both took a minute to catch your breathe and gather your thoughts. That had really just happened, and you were more satisfied than you had been in a long time. Negan lifted himself up off the cot as he pulled his pants back up. You sat up slowly on the edge of the cot, looking around for something to clean yourself up with, and before you could get up, he was handing you a rag and your clothes.

You scoffed as you took them, “Trying to get rid of me that quick?”

He rolled his eyes, “Fuck no, darlin’. I’d let you fuckin’ stay, but our dear Olivia is probably getting fuckin’ suspicious.”

You sighed as you wiped off your body, “Yeah, you’re probably right.” After you were cleaned up, you put your clothes on quickly as you got up to gather your things. Negan leaned against the bars of the cell, a satisfied grin on his face.

“Please fuckin’ tell me I’m gonna see if if you again, darlin’.” He said, sticking his arms through the bars again.

You looks back at him and smiled as you stuffed the razor back into your pocket and picked up the bucket of now cold water, “I have a feeling that I’ll be trading jobs with Olivia. If she’s not gonna reap the benefits of it, then I will.” You bit your lip as you closed the door to the cell, turning the key to lock it and stuffed the key back down into your pocket quickly, “It’s just a damn shame I have to lock you back up.”

“They couldn’t fuckin’ handle it if I was on the loose, baby.” He said, giving you a wicked smirk.

You blushed, looking at the ground momentarily, before you gave him a flirty look, “You really are an animal, Negan.”

“I’m a man of my fuckin’ word.” He shrugged, giving you an ‘I told you so’ look.

You nodded, “Well, as a man of your word, how about don’t mention to Rick I was down here when you see him? He’d probably put me off the job.”

He inhaled and ran his tongue over his lips, “Usually I’d fuckin’ say no. I get real fuckin’ pleasure from making Rick’s life difficult, but for that amazing pussy you just gave me - that I definitely want again - my lips are sealed, darlin’.”

“Good.” You smiled. You started to walk forward, but his outstretched arm caught you quickly. You looked over at him, “What?”

“You forgetting something?” He smiled as he pulled you to him to kiss you hard one last time through the bars. He pulled back to look down at you, “By the way, I’m fuckin’ keeping these.” He said as he reached down into his pocket, pulling his arm back up to show you your balled up panties in his hand.

You giggled, your face turning red, “They’re all yours, Negan. Keep it as a souvenir.”

“I’m thinking you fuckin’ sneak down here tomorrow, babydoll.”

You looked up at him one more time, a mischievous look on your face, “I had planned on it.”

He gave you an approving nod as you both kissed once more. He reluctantly let you go, and watched you walk back up that rickety staircase until you were completely out of his sight.

Curse of Desire

Summary: The reader is hopeless stuck in the friend zone with Dean, except there is total sexual tension. Both the reader and Dean are too insecure to see the truth, but after a witch case they’re kinda forced to. 

Word Count: 5135

Author’s note: I’m back bitches and since I graduated I’m here for good! This one is long but I feel like Tumblr has been lacking on the smut lately so this will be worth it. Tell me what you think:) 

It had been the normal run of the mill hunt, except things were never truly “run of the mill” with witches. The topic of the case was weird, but at the end of the day weren’t all witch cases?

You’d been sitting on the couch with Dean when Sam walked in, “Alright you two, I think I have a case”. Sam questioned why you and his brother were sharing a blanket on the couch, but reminded himself you both were “just friends”.

To say your relationship with Dean was complicated, would be an understatement. You were stuck in the friendzone, except the sexual friend zone minus the actual sex. By nature both you and Dean were dirty minded, but he never know the true impact his words had on you.

He would always make comments, or touch you in certain ways, his actions always made you question your “friendship” but your own insecurities made you brush them off. You always reminded yourself, “Dean is flirty with everyone…words are just words”.

It was always hard to hear Dean’s suggestive comments when you wanted so badly for them to be true. You’d make comments right back, stuck between wanting him to get the hint and realizing your silence might ruin your friendship because he would get the hint.

And that brought you to your current state, wanting Dean but afraid to lose him completely. Dean was instantly intrigued, “ What’s the case about?”. After he asked, he leaned back bringing himself closer to you.

As he made himself comfortable he rested his hand on your thigh, rubbing his thumb back and forth. The simplest touch sent shivers down your spine, and a million thoughts to race through your mind.

You were pulled from your thoughts by Sam snapping his finger, “Earth to (y/n), try to focus here”. Sam looked at you a certain way that made you blush, as if he just knew how madly in love with Dean you were and how insane Dean’s simple touch was making you.

Nodding your head you regained focus, pushing down your inner desires. Sam continued, “Okay this case is a little strange, but then again strange is our normal, it’s about a witch and a sex shop”.

Dean looked to you, “Wow some privates, a witch, and a sex shop” amused with his own joke. Rolling your eyes you replied, “ I’m not too sure how well privates rhyme with lion, but I like the effort”. He winked before turning his focus back to his brother.

Sam went on to explain that it was a sex shop in the middle of classic suburbia, which meant some boring suburban moms were getting down. There had been a string of sex related deaths meaning it was most likely a witch.

Dean couldn’t hide his excitement, “ Horny rich moms getting down….I’m down”. The slightest thought of Dean with someone else put you off and you got up from the couch. Sam rolled his eyes, “Dean it’s a case about sex related deaths….why would”.

Standing beside Sam you chimed in, “ This isn’t going to be a Stacy’s mom thing Dean, looks like someone’s been watching a little too much porn”. You laughed at your own joke but Sam put his hands up, still not fully understanding your relationship with his brother.

Dean smirked, “Aw princess don’t worry you fit into one of my other favorite categories, tight ass”. It was Dean’s turn to laugh at his own joke while you sighed in annoyance. Before you could open your mouth to reply Sam stopped you, “ Okay you two I’ve had enough of this conversation…it’s like living with two horny teenagers..”.

As Sam walked away you got in, “ Don’t act so pure Sam we share a computer!!”. Again Sam threw his hands up, surrendering to you two. Dean finally got up and high fived you, “Good one princess, I’m dying to know what searches you don’t share with Sammy”.

With a wink Dean was already down the hall catching up with Sam, leaving you there all hot and bothered. You instantly thought about what turned Dean on, what he looked like when he was turned on….and if you turned him on.

Trying to distract yourself you decided you’d start to pack. You’d gotten a text from Sam saying the plan was to leave in an hour or so, and then you’d be on the road. You packed the essentials, but also something a little more risky.

You decided to wear your favorite black lace panty set, feeding the part of your mind that told you something might happen with Dean. To feed the insecure part of your mind you put on your normal clothing over it. Just incase you laid out your second favorite set; it was light pink.

Before you knew it your door opened, and there stood Dean. You tried to quickly close your suitcase, but it was too late. He caught the cover before you could close it, “And what do we have here princess?”.

Dean held up the thong with both hands, smirking like a madman. Trying to not show your true feelings you played it off, “ Something only someone who earns it gets to see”. You needed to pretend that this situation didn’t throw you off, or else he would know.

He licked his lips, “ And what do I have to do to earn it?”. Before you could answer, or to be honest struggle to answer, Sam was also at your door. Strangely Dean hid what he was holding, which meant your panties were currently in his pocket.

Sam’s voice stopped your mind from running away, “ You guys ready? We should really hit the road”. You and Dean looked to each other before looking back to Sam. You smiled, “Yeah I should be ready in a minute, I’ll meet you and Dean in the garage?”.

You wanted to make things awkward for Dean once, aka leaving him with your panties. Sam nodded, “Alright, come on Dean”. Dean hesitated for a moment, but trailed after his brother.

It felt good to know Dean was struggling to explain something for once, and you found yourself laughing. Before you knew it though he was back in your room.

He sling shotted them at you as if he was eighteen again, “ I have only two reasons for liking these; seeing you in them, and getting you out of them”. You couldn’t help but laugh, there really was no one else like Dean. Laughing about the situation helped reassure yourself that he was just trying to get a reaction out of you.

Before he left you spoke, “ Sure Dean, everyone wants to get their best friend out of their panties”. That was the closest you got at telling him the truth, and you turned around in order to not even see his reaction. If you hadn’t  turned around you would’ve seen Dean struggling, his mind and tongue on two different sides.

You were something else to Dean, hard to understand because he felt so much for you. There were so many levels to you, which meant he felt so many different things for you. Normally when it came to girls Dean felt only one emotion; lust.

When it came to you he felt every emotion known to man, possibly even love. Love was not something Dean Winchester ever felt, and for once he was so unsure of himself. Did you love him back, where you only a friend, could you even love him?

To suppress his feelings he acted like he would towards any other girl; sexually. He’d constantly make sexual comments or jokes, but every time he did it just made things harder for him. When he’d summon up enough courage he’d touch you in small ways, trying to feed his desire in hopes to control it.

It never worked though, things just got harder and harder for him, he didn’t know what to do. Sometimes he swore you felt the same way, but if he didn’t love himself how could someone else? So Dean brushed everything off, to scared to actually act on his feelings.

He stood there nearly paralyzed, he was truly torn. Saved by Sam his brother called for him, “Dean come on, what’s with you lately?”. Dean just angrily ran a hand through his hair, eventually meeting his brother.

You let out a breath you didn’t know you’d been holding in. Packing the rest of your essentials you got ready to leave, preparing for an awkward car ride with Dean. You just told yourself, “ Just focus on the hunt, it will distract you”.

Before you showed up Sam decided to finally address something that had been bothering him. Dean was packing weapons into the back of the impala, mumbling to himself.

Sam stood behind him with his arms crossed, “Look Dean we don’t have long but we need to talk”. Dean just looked up to Sam, obviously still frustrated. Sam continued, “ I don’t know what’s with you but I know it has something to do with (y/n)”.

Dean snapped up, “Look I don’t want to hear it!”. Sam wasn’t phased, “ Look you need to hear it! Is she your friend or?”. Sam had never seen his brother so worked up over a girl before, and he had to assume it was because he loved her.

Dean threw his hands up, “I don’t even know Sammy, I couldn’t tell ya! If you ask (y/n) we’re friends but..”. Sam intervened, “You want something more”. Dean shook his head starting to laugh.

He was so angry, “Sammy when have I ever been in a situation like this? You understand books and I understand girls…but (y/n) she’s so much more Sammy I mean fuck…I don’t think I’ve ever cared so much! When it comes to her damn straight I want to find out all the things that make her feel so fucking good…but I also want to spend the morning after with her”.

Sam smiled to himself, so Dean was actually in love? Dean continued, “ I want to make pancakes with her at seven am…watch a movie…fuck even cuddle….I, Dean Winchester want all these things..”. Sam laughed knowing the true effect you have on his brother.

He finally answered Dean, “ So why don’t you tell her?”. Dean started to shake his head again, “ Because what if she doesn’t feel the same way Sammy? She called me her best friend about five mintues ago…I don’t want to lose her completely”.

Sam wanted to punch Dean in the face for being so damn oblivious. He placed a hand on Dean’s shoulder, “Dean I know she feels the same, I can see the look she gets in her eyes when you enter a room…she lights up”.

Before Sam could continue you walked into the garage, and they were forced to stop the conversation all together. You smiled, “Am I interrupting something?”. They both looked to each other before simultaneously saying, “No” which made you believe you were interrupting something.

You were eager to just get on with things so you pushed down your doubts and got into the impala. The boys followed suit, and the impala was full. While adjusting the rearview mirror Dean gave you a weird look, but when he found you looking back he tried to play it off with a wink.

Brushing it off you asked Sam, “ So how long until we get there…and how exactly are we even going to deal with this?”. The sooner you focused again on the case the sooner you feelings for Dean would become temporarily gone.

Sam turned his head to face you, “ The plan is to go to the sex shop and take the witch out if we can, it shouldn’t be that hard”. You grinned, “ That’s what she said” your grin faded when Dean said the exact same words at the same time as you.

It was yet another reminder that the two of you could be on the same page for certain things, but on more important topics be complete opposites. Sam rolled his eyes, “I guess I set myself up for that one”.

Dean grinned, “ Get ready Sammy the innuendos will be coming just as much as you when someone mentions Star Wars”. You couldn’t help but laugh at that one, and neither could Dean. He looked at you again through the rearview mirror, but his gaze lasted a little too long.

Sam helped break the tension, “Before (y/n) can add to this I’m turning on the radio, just pick a station Dean”.  Just like that Dean picked a station, eager to distract from the tension as well. Time passed quickly as music filled the void, but you’d still feel Dean’s gaze.

Before you knew it you were there, Leawood Kansas aka classic suburbia. The store you were looking for was, “Maledictio cordis” which was in the middle of town. You guessed even classic suburbia didn’t feel the need to hide their horniness.

Sam’s knowledge of latin allowed him to realize it translated to, “ The curse of desire”. That would teach snooty rich people the importance of intellectual growth over financial growth.  It didn’t take long for you guys to find the shop, the only problem was that you hadn’t thought of a cover.

It was a little too late because the three of you had already entered the shop. The woman behind the desk lit up at the sight of all three of you, “And what do we have here, a menage a trois?”. The boys went to laugh but you realized it was the perfect cover.

You placed a stray strand of  hair behind your ear, “ That obvious huh…I guess you can probably see the naivety radiating off of us”. Looking to both brothers you begged them to play along, despite how awkward it felt.

The woman came around to greet you, “Don’t even worry sweetie, everyone starts somewhere! What exactly were you looking for?”. You hadn’t thought quite that far ahead and you found yourself struggling to answer.

Dean luckily saved you, “Well it’s a bit taboo..” you looked to Sam sharing the same look of concern. The woman didn’t hesitate, “I think I’ll have just the thing for you, always the innocent ones huh”.

The woman winked at you, with a “knowing look”. You wanted to laugh but now that the woman’s back was turned Dean was able to communicate more successfully as he mouthed, “Go with it”.

Taking his advice you smiled at the woman, “ Well what exactly did you have in mind?”. To be honest you didn’t want to know the answer. There was enough sexual tension between you and Dean, but now you were in an imaginative relationship about to pick out a sex toy…with Sammy.

She smiled even wider, “ I’m going to let that be a surprise deary, I’m going to take your partner here into the back room and we’ll pick out something you will all enjoy”. You wanted to die right then and there, this was way too awkward.

You opened your mouth to say something but she cut you off, “I can only imagine the whole dynamic of your relationship…” before continuing she looked to Dean and then back at you, “It isn’t naivety that radiates off of you both but rather passion…you can see in your eyes”.

Sam laughed, “I always say the same thing about them…it’s a real dynamic alright”. Your face turned beat red, unsure of how to play this one off. The woman loved it all, “Why don’t I take both men to pick out something to surprise you, in the meantime browse around the shop”.

She began to lead Sam and Dean but then turned back around, “I almost forgot, you both should try out my new perfume, it helps ignite desire”. Before you could object she pulled a small bottle from her pocket, spraying both you and Dean.

From the second you inhaled it you’d known it was a mistake. Sam immediately drew his gun, “ What did you spray on them!?”. Dean had fallen to the floor, and you suddenly felt extremely sleepy yourself.

Unable to keep your eyes open you couldn’t truly process the situation unfolding. All you heard was, “ The cure will make…….it won’t be hard…..they just have to finally….” and then boom you were out cold.

Sam ended up shooting the witch and lighting her on fire. She hadn’t told him about the true cure and swore she never would, so what was the point? Worse came to worse he’d call Rowena and she’d tell him the truth.

Sam managed to get you both into the back of the impala, both still out cold. He knew Dean hated when anyone else drove baby, but drastic times called for drastic measures, and besides he wasn’t exactly in a position to object.  

Before you knew it you felt your body begin to slowly vibrate, and your ears heard a soft hum. Opening your eyes you realized you were in the back of the impala, your head on Dean’s lap. The roar of the engine had woken you up. You shot right up finding out the hard way that was a mistake, “Fuck my head…what happened”.

Dean pushed you back towards his lap, urging you to rest again, “That son of a witch was what happened…she sprayed us with something and then lights out for the both of us”. Sam filled you in on what had happened, and also that he wasn’t quite sure what was going to actually happen to you both.

The entire time Sam was talking all you could think about was how close your body was to Deans, and it felt completely different this time. It felt like each nerve in your body was suddenly awake, and you hadn’t even known they’d been asleep.

Shifting you decided to press your body against the cold impala door, hoping to clear your mind. You were pulled from your thoughts when Dean asked, “Sammy could you turn up the ac, it’s hot as hell in here and we’d both know”.

Sam looked confused, “Dean are you okay it’s 52 degrees out..”. You backed Dean, “No Sammy it’s actually really hot in here, maybe just roll down a window?”. Sam only became more concerned and decided to pull over.

Dean was annoyed, “ Come on Sammy you can’t handle the fact that we’re both hot…why is it such a sin to roll down a damn window!”. He finished the sentence by holding his head, obviously in pain.

Sam pulled out his phone, “ The problem is that you both should be freezing but you’re burning up AND some witch sprayed you with something! We’re gonna get a motel and I’m going to call Rowena”.

You laughed, “Come on Sam it can’t be that serious…maybe we just need to sleep this one off?”. The more you spoke the more you realized you were wrong, your body started to ache all over.

Sam held up a finger warningly, “ I’m not listening to either of you, you’re both too damn stubborn and I’m the one driving here!”. You were waiting for Dean’s response but he was hunched over in pain.

You rubbed his leg trying to ease the pain, but instead it caused him to moan. His eyes went wide, “ I uh…I don’t know what that was…Sammy call the damn witch”. You stood there unsure of what to do, your mere touch had got Dean to moan.

Sam turned back around, “ I’m taking this next exit and we’re staying at the first motel we see”. You and Dean both just nodded, trying to get a handle on things. Your thoughts went to Dean, and the ache throughout your body intensified.

Looking over to him you could tell he was also in pain, but was he thinking about you too? Before you could think any longer Sam pulled into the motel, “ Sweetest Dream” making things even sketchier.

Dean read your mind, “Really Sammy this place?”. Sam pulled in anyways and went to go buy a room, ignoring his brother’s comment. Turning to Dean you took him in again, trying to assess the situation.

When Dean saw you staring he met your gaze and held it, an extremely intense look in his eyes. You tried to dull the moment to stop the heat rushing to your core, “ You don’t look too hot Dean…I think that witch really messed us up”.

Dean licked his lips, “ But you look damn good princess I-”. His sentence was cut off by Sam opening up the car door and shutting the car off. Sam picked up on the fact that he was interrupting something, “ Look incase this thing is contagious I got a separate room for the both of you…I guess you can continue talking in there”.

Trying to hide your desire you got out of the car, “ Have you called Rowena yet?”. Sam nodded his head and helped you and Dean unpack into your shared room. After he placed your bags down he added, “Rowena said she’d be here any second, she’s coming with Cas”.

Dean came and sat down next to you, nearly on top of you. It felt like a magnet was pulling you both together and it took everything in you to not rip his clothes off right then and there. Again Dean rested his hand on your knee, tracing light circles with his thumb.

When you noticed what he was doing you moaned out loud, it felt like Dean was very well rubbing your clit, not your knee. Immediately you looked up at him, “I’m sorry…it just feels so good”.

Dean bit his lip and moved his hand higher up your leg, his touch getting more and more intense. Sam got up and moved towards you both, “ Woah guys… I’m right here….I think that witch really did mess you up”.

With a puff of air Rowena and Castiel where now in the room. Rowena walked over to you both, “ I’ll be the judge of that deary”. It was hard but you snapped out of the trance Dean was putting you in, turning to Rowena.

She looked you both over like a doctor would do; felt your forehead, took your pulse, checked your pupils. Once she was done she rested a hand on her hip, “ Well it’s a simple cure but”…why was there always a but? She continued, “ To cure it they need to sleep together”.

You blushed, “ We what….?”. She smiled, “ Oh honey don’t play dumb the spell only works when the two people sprayed are in love. It’s simple really; you can either sleep together and become cured or let your desire eat you alive”.

Looking to Dean he didn’t seem as hesitant, he wasn’t shocked or beat red like you. Sam crossed his arms against his chest, “ I guess the only thing is to leave you both alone?”. All your nerves came back, of course you wanted Dean but you were afraid he only wanted you because of the spell.

Rowena agreed, “ Sure thing Sam, it’s really all up to them”. Castiel finally added something, “ I wish you both the best of luck with this battle”. Once again the true meaning of a situation flew over his head.

Sam put a hand on his shoulder, “ Sure thing Cas, let’s just go”. With that they all left the room, and you and Dean were alone. You were torn, part of you wanted Dean so badly but the other part was to scared.

Dean put his hand on your upper thigh again, hoping to incite the same pleasure he had before. You got up from the bed, “ Dean I can’t do this….I want to so badly…but not like this”. Your mind was going crazy, but so was your body.

Dean raised an eyebrow, “ What do you mean (y/n)…like this?”. You were trying to process so much emotionally and physically that you couldn’t hide your first thought, “ I don’t want you to sleep with me because some spell Dean…I want it to be real”.

He almost looked hurt, “ This is real (y/n) I want this….I want you”. Still you weren’t convinced, what if it was just the spell talking? You shook your head, “ No Dean, right now your body wants this but tomorrow when you wake up next to me your brain won’t want it..not even for a second”.

Dean got up from where he’d been sitting, “ Didn’t you hear what Rowena said? We have to be in love for this to work…and I didn’t need this spell to let me know how I feel about you princess. I’ve loved you before this but now that I know you feel the same way I’m not scared to lose you”.

Your jaw dropped Dean confessing your love to you was something you’d never thought you’d hear. He took your hands in his, “ I hid what I’d felt because I didn’t think you’d ever feel the same way…didn’t think I deserved you…but what Rowena said reassured me”.

Instinctively you moved your hands to his chest, “ Dean I love you two I never thought you’d feel the same way”. You sentence trailed off when you realized you were actually touching him, again your core aching.

Deans hands moved to your hips, “ You’re so beautiful princess”. He was barely touching you but it was intoxicating, and you needed more. You started to push him back until he fell on the bed, taking you with him.

Straddling him you grinned, “ You don’t look so bad yourself Dean”. Again his hands found your hips, pushing you closer to his body. Resting one hand on his chest you finally leaned down to kiss him.

When your lips touched it felt like you entire body was on fire, and his whiskey flavored lips lit the match. As the kiss went on his hands roamed all over your body, as if he was trying to remember even the smallest details of your body.

You clothes were soon discarded but when Dean noticed you were left in just your bra and panty set he stopped completely. For a moment he didn’t say a word, truly taking you in. Dean then licked his lips, “ you’re even more beautiful than I ever thought possible”.

You bit your lip, his full attention too much for you. He placed a hand on your cheek, “You really are (y/n)”. Hearing him say your name like that drove you crazy, you wanted him so badly.

To let him know how you felt you kissed him again, knowing it would reassure him. As the kiss went on you felt Dean’s member press against you, and that alone made you moan his name.

When he heard you he bucked his hips towards you, needing you just as badly. He nearly begged into your ear, “ Say it again”. This side of Dean was something you only dreamed about, and having it be your reality made you soaking wet.

Before you could answer Dean slide your panties to the side and brushed your clit. It sent shivers down your spin, “ Dean please”. If your eyes weren’t closed you would’ve seen Dean grinning like a madman.

So many nights Dean had laid awake thinking about you in positions like this, coming undone right before him. He massaged your clit, “ That’s it princess, please what?”. If you weren’t so needy you would’ve cursed him for being so smug.

You looked down to him, “ Dean I need you to fuck me…please Dean”. Dean took off his own shorts, and completely took off your underwear. Slowly he undid your bra, and marveled at the sight of you completely naked.

He brought your body closer to his and sucked on your breast, swirling his tongue around your nipple. It was a small area but the pleasure radiated throughout your entire body. With his other hand he massaged your clit again.

You were already getting close, “ Fuck me Dean…I need you”. He flicked his tongue over your nipple before bringing his mouth back up to yours. Dean passionately kissed you again, “Fuck you sound so good begging for me”.

You felt Dean pressing against your entrance, his eyes looking for any doubt in yours. You cupped his cheek, “ Dean I’m sure I love you so much”. His eyes lit up, “ I love you two (y/n)”. With that you felt him slowly enter inside of you, your walls stretching against him.

Adjusting to his size you slowly rocked your hips back and forth. With his hands on your hips Dean guided you, helping you pick up the pace. You both kept moaning, you’d both never felt something this intense before.

As you went faster Dean massaged your clit again, “ Shit (y/n) you feel so good”. Dean took his finger that had been rubbing your clit and licked it, groaning at the taste. Your jaw dropped and the only response you had was to moan.

You started to pick up the pace, needing more of him. You bounced up and down on Dean’s dick and he hit your g-spot each time. The sensation of him pulling out and entering you fully all too much.

His thrusts started getting sloppier, “ Fuck I’m so close”. You felt like your orgasm could hit at any second, “ Me two Dean”. Dean started giving his all into every thrust, and you did the same.

You moved your hips in a circular motion around him, becoming sloppier yourself. Dean massaged your clit even faster getting you closer and closer. He was grunting and cursing, “ Cum for me (y/n)…fuck..cum for me princess”.

His words turned you on even more, pushing you over the edge. When your orgasm hit your body was no longer on fire, but rather waves of pleasure washed of you. Wave after wave rippled through your entire body and your only response was to call out his name.

Dean did the same, and you felt him twitch inside you. As he was cumming all he did was moan your name. All he could process was you and the pleasure you were giving him. His orgasm shook through him.

When it was over you both were left panting, looking into eachothers eyes. Dean pulled out but you still straddled him. Sheepishly you asked, “ Well we’re cured..still love me?”. He laughed and moved to his side, pulling you with him again. Dean dragged down your bottom lip with his thumb, “ Always have, always will”.  

The One That Got Away

based on the song by Katy Perry

“Why are you dragging me to a bar, Natasha? I told you that I didn’t feel like going out.” Bucky asked his bossy red-haired friend.

Nat just rolled her eyes before she answered him, “Because, I got tired of seeing you all holed up in your apartment for the millionth Saturday in a row.”

Bucky knew that he couldn’t fight her on this. Natasha was his closet friend and once she told someone to do something, they usually did it out of fear. He wasn’t ashamed to admit that he was scared of her a little.

Okay, more like a lot.

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Imagine your relationship with Chris being in the limelight.

A/N: Part 2, yay! As always, I hope this little fluff piece brings a smile to your face. 😊 You can read the related mini-series and the previous parts here: (Mini-series - Masterlist; Mini-series Spin-off: ‘Unexpected Reader’ and ‘Little Ways Away’ - Masterlist; ‘She Said Yes: Part 1’)

You chewed on your left thumbnail and tapped your right foot, anxiously and impatiently waiting for Chris’ FaceTime call. He’d texted you while you were in class, a text that held four simple but angsty words: “We need to talk.” You hated those four words when they had no context and you had no clue what the two of you needed to talk about. Things between the two of you since the engagement were back to being extraordinary; no disagreements, no fights, no misunderstandings. You were even in Atlanta over the weekend; a belated birthday celebration where you spent time with him and met his cast in person. Everything was perfect, so what could he possibly needed to talk to you about? Was he having doubts about marrying you? There was no way, he’d made it pretty clear he wanted to and was ready to. The anxiety was definitely eating you up, and if he didn’t call soon- you were going to call him first.

The front door swung open and Ava burst through, panting as though she’d just ran ten blocks. You looked up from your laptop and narrowed your eyes at the magazine she was holding up while she tried to catch her breath. Was that- “I know what Chris wants to talk to you about,” she blurted all in one breath. Just as she did, your MacBook started ringing; it was Chris calling. “Is that Chris? Answer it,” she instructed as she rushed to your side. You felt your jaw tighten as you answered the call, hoping your fiancé- who agreed things between the two of you were to be kept away from the limelight and under the radar until you graduated- had a good explanation for why the two of you were on the front page of US Weekly.

“Hey, baby,” Chris greeted you with a smile that hid his angst. He, too, had been having a hard time since he sent the 'we-need-to-talk’ text, especially when he was the reason the two of you needed to talk. “How’s your day been? You look gre-”

“Cut the crap, Evans,” Ava cut him off, holding up the magazine; Chris screwed his eyes shut, letting out a sigh. “She knows, we all know. It’s not just US Weekly, by the way,” she whispered to you and you scoffed at Chris, who was staring at Ava to stop talking. “Some of our Tumblr friends are um- freaking out, to say the least. You’re also all over-”

“Ava?” Chris interjected and Ava turned away from you to look at him. “Can I please talk to my fiancée in private?” Ava pressed her lips together and nodded, lowering the magazine onto the table as she left for her room. “Look, sweetheart,” he began as you picked up the magazine, shaking your head in disbelief at the title: 'Chris Evans announces his engagement to nineteen year old.’ “I know how it looks, but- it was an accident, I swear.”

“How do you accidentally announce an engagement, Christopher?”

“Oh wow, you’re using 'Christopher’. You’re definitely mad,” he mumbled then pressed his lips together when you shot him your death-defying stare that screamed “obviously I’m mad!” He sighed, knowing he’d broken the promise he made to you. But you had to know he didn’t do it on purpose. “I just- it slipped, Y/N. I was doing an on-set interview and they asked if I had anyone special waiting on me at home- you know, like they always do- and Mackie mentioned your name and I- I said 'yeah, I’m definitely missing my fiancée’ and- things snowballed from there.” You sighed, but you knew it was an accident now. “I am so sorry, I know this makes things very difficult for you.”

“Yes, it does,” you frowned at him and he sighed again. “Look- having people find out that I was your friend was overwhelming enough,” you reminded him of the beginning and he nodded. “Then people found out I was your girlfriend and that was-” you huffed, “insane, but still somehow manageable because we didn’t publicly confirm anything.” He nodded again, knowing exactly where you were going. “But Chris- this is you officially, and publicly, labeling me as your fiancée. I don’t even want to imagine what people are going to say, what’s-” you held up the magazine, “in this magazine. I mean- they didn’t even give me a name, just 'nineteen year old’.”

“Your name is inside, and on other…” He trailed off when he saw your stare had returned. “Yeah, but that’s not your point.” You nodded with tightly pursed lips. “I am really sorry, Y/N. See,” a small, cheeky smile appeared on his lips, “I know your name.” A weary chuckle escaped your throat which calmed Chris slightly. “Believe me, sweetheart. Soon it won’t be 'Chris Evans announces engagement to nineteen year old’, it’ll be 'Y/N Y/L/N marries redundant Captain America star’.”

“You’ll never be redundant,” you told him with a small smile.

“And you’re going to be a superstar,” he told you with a big grin.

“You’re not getting out of this so easily, Evans,” you chuckled when you realized what he was doing. He bit back his smile, nodding though he knew he would. “We’re going to have to talk about this, you’re going to have to help me figure out how to live life under the public eye.” He nodded, and you heaved a loud, dramatic sigh; he winced with a small, apologetic smile. “I guess I might as well get used to it now,” you groaned monotonously, making Chris laugh.

“It’s really not that bad,” he tried to console you.

“Says the man who loves his job, but hates the limelight.”

“You’re going to be fine,” he assured you. “You are so much stronger than me, so much better with being under the public eye. I mean- you look good all the time,” he complimented and you tried not to smile because once again, you knew what he was doing. “When we walk side by side on the street, people often mistake you for being the famous one.” You rolled your eyes because that only happened once; someone thought you were an actress and Chris was your bodyguard. “You’re going to be fine. It’s going to be hard at first, but soon everyone will see how amazing you are and understand that I’m the lucky one in the relationship.”

“I can’t wait to go back on Tumblr,” you said with a sarcastic enthusiasm and Chris chuckled. “You do realize most of my followers know what I look like, right? I bet you my inbox is going to be filled with questions and messages to pass on to you and- definitely hate mail, I’m going to be hated by so many people.” He tried to speak, but he couldn’t before you asserted, “so many, Chris.”

“I can’t imagine how anyone could hate you, darling.”

“That’s because you’re in-love with me, Chris,” you frowned.

“Exactly,” he smiled and you sighed, knowing he was right before he even got his point out. “I love you, that is all that matters- all that should matter. Who cares what dumb magazine is writing about? Who cares what strangers who don’t know anything about us think? Our friends and families approve, we approve. I mean- we are what matters here, Y/N. So pop on a hat and some sunglasses, say nothing, stay away from the tabloids, and live your life as you’ve always lived it.”

You said nothing for a while, just watched your handsome fiancé’s face in the computer screen as he smiled at you. Finally, “okay, fine.” His smile widened. “But don’t think you’re completely off the hook, 'cause you’re not.” He chuckled and nodded in acknowledgment. “If things get too overwhelming, I’m going to hate and blame you.”

“As long as you still marry me,” he winked, “I really don’t care.”

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Part 3

test (sehun)
genre: fluff
word count: 779 w.
summary: sehun volunteers to be your test subject. (not really.)

A month of hard work blossomed into this sleek lipstick placed neatly on the table. It was a final project for your Chemistry class. You crafted an environmental-friendly lipstick with a shade of chateau wine to complete the set. You did all you can to execute your experiment perfectly.

And it worked. Well, not quite yet.

You had to prove its long lasting effect as a lipstick before your professor could grade your work next week. There were three stages in your research design: drink a bubble tea, eat a burger and finally, kiss a boy.

If your lipstick could withstand those three stages then your project would save your grades from going to a downright spiral.

“And where would you get your so-called ‘test subject’?” Kyungsoo questioned, his small frame leaning towards you from across the lunch table.

“The third stage is optional,” you shrugged innocently. It’s not that you were terrified of kissing another person’s lips. You just weren’t confident in the whole kiss action.

Junmyeon butted in, “But you included that in your rubrics, you can’t change it now.”

“Seems like someone wants to be kissed,” Baekhyun teased, poking Junmyeon’s sides. Junmyeon swatted the younger’s hands away. “I have a girlfriend, you freak.”

Baekhyun chomped a big bite on the burger. His boisterous munching grinded your gears. “I have one, too. As I recall, Kyungsoo also has a girlfriend and if you were to even place a small peck on one of us, you’d be dead meat in no time.”

You took a big gulp down the cola you were drinking. Kyungsoo interrupted, “I mean, the only option you have is Sehun.”

Right then and there, Kyungsoo would have suffered from the effect of a spit take to be made by yours truly. You managed to cover your mouth just in time.

“Uh, yeah, no thanks,” you cleared your throat. “Kissing Sehun would be weird. He’s the closest friend I have because you dumbasses spend most of your time with your girlfriends.”

With a sigh, you added, “I don’t want our friendship to be awkward just because of a kiss.”

“Well, it won’t. You two are platonic, right? I don’t see any problem about that.” Junmyeon replied, brow raised as if he was expecting some kind of reaction from you.

“Speaking of the devil,” Baekhyun smirked as he pointed out to Sehun striding towards your table. You were still left dumbfounded by Junmyeon’s remarks earlier.

The crowd naturally dispersed to create a path for him to walk on. It must be your bad eyesight or something, but why was there suddenly streams of light highlighting Sehun’s godly features.

“Hey, Sehun! You’re best friend would like to ask you something!” Baekhyun hollered, hands formed in a cave-like shape so that his voice would reverberate across the whole cafeteria. The whole cafeteria.

“What’s up?” Sehun greeted.

“The sky,” you rolled your eyes to surpress whatever alien feeling that’s swirling inside you right now. Kyungsoo elbowed your stomach. “Ow! Okay, fine. Would you like to be my test subject for my Chem experiment?”

Sehun sat down on your other side. “Sure, what should I do?”

“Um–”

“Kiss her! You have to kiss her,” Baekhyun butted in. You scrunched your face in disgust because it seems like he was waiting for this moment to come much longer than you. Wait. Scratch that.

Sehun shrugged. You were about to kick Baekhyun under the table when Sehun swept you off your feet. What seemed to be a quick peck turned out to be longer. Your entire body tensed as the other three watched in silence, shocked.

When the kiss ended, your eyes were as wide as saucers. He commented, “Hmm, cherry.”

Caressing your now disheveled hair, you said, “I’m gonna go and lay down and die for like half hour, okay? Nobody disturb me.”

As you were collecting your things, Sehun grabbed a hold of your face. Scrutinizing your features, his gaze travelled from your eyes until it stopped at your lips. His thumb gently carressed your bottom lip.

“Your lipstick isn’t as effective as I thought it would be,” he said. His eyes glimmered with a hint of mischief. “You could always make another one. I’d prefer it if we do this kissing thing at my house.”

You can see how the boys were trying to avoid eavesdropping at your conversation. Sehun smirked before he sent you a flirty wink. “That way I could help you improve your project.”

note: i never thought i’d get to write a sehun drabble cause i don’t really get osh feels but i did it!! | masterlist

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JOHN MURPHY IMAGINE #2: TENT BUDDIES.
(Lightly expanded from another fic I had read.)

You were just leaving the medical tent as the sun was starting to set when you were approached by Clark, her lap dog Bellamy following close behind. You always had gotten along with Clarke, you worked with her in the medical wing of the arch before you had been arrested for stealing medicine.
“(Y/N),"she started,"hey we need to ask you something,”
“What’s that?"you asked her smiling.
"We need to start saving supplies if we’re gonna move anywhere outside the camp,"she started nervously.
"We need your tent,"Bellamy finished for her.
You didn’t really have a problem with it, just as long as you wouldn’t be left to sleep on the forest floor or in the sick air of the dropship.
"Where should I sleep then?"you asked already mentally planning the most convent way to pack up all your stuff.
Clarke shifted,"well we’re all gonna have to double up. And there’s still a spot left for you…”
“Okay, who’s tent am I in?"you asked just as an arm moved around your shoulder.
You recognized the black, leather sleeve from Murphy’s patched up leather jacket.
You shook your head slapping his hand off you,"no. Absolutely not,”
“Oh come on!"Bellamy scoffed.
"No, I’m not sharing with Murphy. No way,"you protested as his hand moved over your shoulder.
"Ah! You’re gonna break my heart,"murphy smirked.
"I’ll break a lot more if you don’t shut up,"you scowl slapping his hand away again as he backed off.
"Murphy, beat it."Bellamy scoffed
"Ill see you later then (y/n),"murphy winked walking off.
"Really?,"you stared at them wide-eyed,"you want me to sleep in the same tent as him?!”
Bellamy put his hand on your arm,“Come on, please? It’ll be just like back when he was hurt and you took care of him,"he explained.
"But then he needed help. Now he doesn’t need it and I just don’t feel super comfortable sharing a bed with him,"you crossed your arms.
Clarke stepped forward replacing Bellamy’s hand with hers,"please (y/n) we really need the extra supplies,”
You looked at murphy then back at Bellamy and Clarke, You felt your defense breaking down and sighed,“fine! I’ll do it!”
The sun was just starting to set as you finished packing up your things to move to the other side of camp. You hesitated at the front of Murphy’s tent. You could hear him inside,
Humming. Praying maybe? He didn’t really seem like the religious type. Finally you unzipped the opening and set your bag inside.
“I thought I heard someone out there,"murphy turned his far to the side to face you.
"Hey,"you greeted him awkwardly sitting down,"one bed huh?”
“Yep, just the one,"he cracked a little smile,"I don’t bite. A little handsy but I don’t bite,”
You rolled your eyes holding in your laugh as you turned and unzipped you bag looking for a sleep shirt. Out of the corner of your eye you watched as murphy started pulling his shirt off. You found yourself staring at his toned back. Little scars scattered the surface of his back like a painting. His pale skin looked so pained as his hands moved over the bruised and scarred skin of his torso.
“It’s not polite to stare,"you hadn’t even notice you were starring.
"Sorry…"you turned away digging through your bag. You searched desperately for something warm to sleep in, you thin black t shirt wouldn’t cut it,"shit”
“What?"Murphy asked turning to face you.
You looked at his toned, pale chest,"um..I can’t find my sleep shirt,”
He brought out a black long sleeve shirt and tossed it to you,“wear that,”
“T-thank you,"you nodded to him before turning back around and starting to remove your shirt.
When you were left in just your black bra you pulled down your pony tail letting your hair fall to your shoulders. A finger moved down to the side of your spine, over a scar you had back there.
"How did you get that?"Murphy asked you, moving his hand over it again.
Your skin was hyper sensitive as you felt his hand on your skin. His hands were surprisingly warm and rough but gentle.
"I fell off the bed when I was little cut my back on an exposed bed frame. Took four stitches to fix it,"you explained still mesmerized by the feeling of his hand on you.
His hand moved back up your spine to your neck so he could trace his fingers over three scratches on your neck and collarbone,"and these?”
“You’re not the only one here whose had their time with the grounders,"you instructive u cocked your head to the side so your hair felt the other way, letting his see it better.
You weren’t prepare for what you felt next, his lips. Soft, warm, smooth pressing against the disfigured skin. Murphy’s other hand moved around your waist pulling you closer to him. His bare chest rubbed against your back.
"what are you doing?"you mumbled turning to meet his eyes.
"You’re the only person whose kind to me, I’m just Returning the kindness,"he looked into your eyes before leaning in slowly to kiss you.
You hesitate before kissing him back. John murphy. Criminal jackass john Murphy was kissing you, softly, tenderly. Moving his hands over your body in the slightest of ways.
You pulled off slightly,"Murphy…”
“Don’t talk,"he kissed you again.
"No, murphy stop,"you pulled off.
He stopped his hands and his lips,"I-I..I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have done that,” he ran a hand through his hair.
“No, That’s not what I’m saying,"you put your hand on his shoulder,"I just…where did this come from? You’ve never shown any attraction to me until right now,”
He looked down,“remember back when I was still sick? And I was having those night terrors? Every time I would wake up you were always right there ready to calm me down. You’re the only person I know who can calm me down as easily as you do. Frankly you make me want to be a better person and down here I don’t know how many chances a guy like me is gonna get with a girl like you.”
You were taken back, you could also tell that he had never said anything like this to anyone. He wasn’t a sentimental guy, you knew that. And yet you remembered the week you took care of him and how different he is when he’s alone. Sweeter, softer, less guarded. You had also been physically attracted to him, he was handsome you knew that. But after that you had formed an emotional attraction, a real one that you were unfamiliar with.
“Please say something…"he asked you fiddling with his hands.
"Murphy,"you put your hand on his cheek and kissing his softly.
You felt his hesitation as he kisses you back moving his hands back over your hips. You moved over his so he was laying on his back.
His hands over you back felt amazing as he reached to unclasp your bra your lips migrated to his jaw as your eyes me with his. You hesitated before kissing his neck. Since the hanging incident he didn’t like anything to touch his neck, even when you had to clean the scar tissue forming there.
"Can I?"you asked him just the feeling of your breath was enough for him to tense up. He swallowed and locked his lips before nodding.
You kissed it lightly feeling the thin scar from the wire noose against your lips. Murphy flinches at the gentle feeling against such a mistreated part of him. Eventually he adjusted to the unusually gentle touches and relaxed.
"See…it’s not so bad,"you mumbled against his skin leaving little open mouthed kisses.
He moaned softly in agreement before moving your chin up to kiss you again. His tongue slipped between your lips. He was good, you couldn’t help but wonder what an expert tongue like that could do. You felt him hard against your thigh that had rested between his legs. You teased him a bit moving your thigh against the front of his pants.
"Don’t tease,"you moaned in your ear squeezing at your back.
"But it’s just so fun,"your breath fluttered against his ear.
He grabbed your lower back flipping you into your back leaning in close,"I said. Don’t tease.”
His blue eyes were dark as they looked deep into yours. Your hands gripped at his arms as he leaned in to kiss your neck. Desperate, biting kisses marked all over your skin causing hickies you knew would show tomorrow. He took one of your breasts in his hand making you moan. Your back arches instinctively up to his chest and his kisses your collarbone moving further down your stomach. He loops his thumbs in the waistband of your underwear pulling it off.
“Baby are you ready?"he cleared with you.
It felt strange to here such sweet words coming out of his mouth but you wanted him, all of him. You nodded pawing at his boxers as he took them off, his cock slapping against his lower stomach.
"See what you do to me?"he smirked at you surprised face.
"You’re…really big…"you stared at him seeing him blush a bit before he kissed you again.
His lips were swollen from the rough, needy kisses as he moved you back to your back and thrust into you, hesitating so you could adjust to his size. You weren’t a virgin but he was much bigger than you had expected. You gasp at his thrust into you again gripping his hair.
"F-fuck…"you moaned leaning your head back against his pillow.
He moved his hips faster burying his face in your neck as he moved faster. Murphy let out small guttural moans moving his hands over you bare back.
"So beautiful,"he smiled against your throat.
You leaned his face up licking the skin of his neck, effectively making him shiver. You couldn’t help but shout as he hits that perfect spot inside you. He frantically moved his hand over your mouth.
"We’ll get caught,"he muttered.
You just whimpered as he hit that spot again and again. Finally you couldn’t hold it in anymore and you came hard pulling at his dark hair. The loud moan you let out was enough to make him cum as well.
With a few more weak thrust he let you moved back to your back as he pulled out. Murphy laid next to you panting, the dim orange light from the lantern casting shadows on his pale, toned chest.
He opened his arm to you,"come here,”
You curled up to his side resting your head on his chest. Your fingered moved over his chest lighting and absentmindedly as he played with your hair.
“If we’re gonna keep this up you’re gonna have to learn how to keep it quiet,"he chuckled.
"I don’t mind people knowing I’m the one boning the big bad wolf,” you laughed.
“Big bad wolf huh?"he repeated,"I’ve been called worse,”
Murphy looked down at you before kissing your head,“you’re something else, (y/n) know that?”
“I’ve been called worse,"you shrugged kissing his chest.
"Would you…?” He asked
“Would i what?"you rested your head on your hand to be eye level with him.
"Want to keep doing this? Us? Together?"he blushed.
You rolled your eyes chuckling,"I guess you wouldn’t be the worst thing that’s ever happened to me.”
“Come on..I’m being serious,"he rubbed your back.
You kissed his lips softly,"I’m in if you are,”
“I’m in,"he smiled kissing you again.
"Looks like sharing a tent won’t be so hard after all?"you kissed his cheek laying back on his chest.

Past Loves

Summary: Although the reader now hunts with Sam and Dean, they weren’t the first brothers to introduce her to the supernatural. Salvatore is just as much a meaningful last name as Winchester to the reader. The past is brought up when a trip to Mystic Falls leads the reader to run into her past love, Damon. Let’s just say Damon is perfect at making Dean jealous. 

Word count: 2818

Author’s Note: I love the vampire diaries and Damon just demands to be written. If you guys are fans too I think I’m going to start writing TVD imagines too! 

The Winchesters hadn’t been the brothers to introduce you to the supernatural, but they were your family now. As it always went, you’d had a life before you’d met them. You’d never really talked about your past life, Sam knew certain things. Keeping your past life hidden, meant keeping a past love hidden, Damon Salvatore.

You didn’t know where to begin when it came to Damon, he’d helped you through so much. The reason you’d kept him somewhat of a secret was because your current feelings for Dean. You knew how Damon was, and if he knew you were hopelessly in love but too shy to do anything he’d intervene.

The problem was that your current case called for a trip to Mystic Falls. You were sitting at the table with Sam as Dean was making coffee. Sam spoke up, “So (y/n) is today the day we meet the infamous Da-”. Sam knew you were head over heels for Dean, and he was totally up to something. You cut him off, “Maybe if you stay alive to actually work on the case today”.

Dean didn’t miss anything, “Who are we talking about?”. You sent daggers at Sam, “Oh uh no one”. You hoped Dean would just give up, he had his own past love affairs, so many in fact that why would he even care about yours? Sam continued regardless of your glares, “Not just anyone from what you’ve told me (y/n)…”.

You choked on your coffee and Dean raised an eyebrow. You blushed, “You guys aren’t the only two that have past loves”. Sam smirked at watching Dean’s reaction as he questioningly asked, “Past loves?”. Blushing you got up from the table, too confused as to why Dean cared so much when he never made a real move.

Sam smiled, “Well guys let’s get on the road today should be fun!”. He was loving Dean being jealous because he knew his brother just needed a push to really accept how he felt. You were Sam’s best friend, and if anyone were to be with his brother it should be you. Everything was packed and within a half hour you were on the road.

The ride included Sam hinting at your past and Dean getting jealous. You didn’t understand how he was so jealous because on every hunt you ran into someone Dean had known on a…more personal level…so why wasn’t it okay for you? Regardless his emotions were getting the best of him.

Finally the impala pulled into Mystic Falls and you lead the boys to , “The Mystic Grill” because you knew burgers and beer would lighten the mood. You were sat down at a table and when the waiter came to take your drinks she said, “The man at the bar ordered you this shot, said he remembers how you like it”.

You smiled and rolled your eyes, this had Damon all over it. You looked to the bar and there he was, smirking raising his drink. Dean spoke up, “Little early for a shot-”, but you were already gone from the table. Walking over to the bar you took him in, sexy as ever but then again he didn’t age.

Damon smiled, “So (y/n) I can’t tell if you miss me and that’s why you’re here or if I’ve been replaced”. He looked to Sam and Dean and you smiled. You hugged him, “Damon no one could replace you”. For a second he pretended to be the carless wild Damon many knew him as, but he soon melted into the hug and held you tight.

He whispered in your ear, “Next time don’t go so long without calling”. When the hug ended you explained yourself, “ Life has been so crazy I’m sorry”. He raised his shoulders telling you that all was forgiven, then he grabbed your hand and made you do a slow spin. He clicked his tongue, “Hmm hmm hmm, time does you well”.

Before you could speak he raised an eyebrow, “Okay why is the shorter lumber jack giving me a death glare right now?”. He must’ve been talking about Dean, and you had to admit it was a funny description. You decided to take the shot before explaining but he knew you too well.

Damon let out a sigh, “You’re in love huh? Please don’t tell me-”. You shook your head, “Damon he’s just too good for me, and he doesn’t seem to care, so I’ve kept my feelings quiet”. Damon got that look in his eyes, the classic “I’m about to put things in motion” look.

He raised his eyebrows, “Doesn’t care, if I’m hearing correctly short lumberjack is asking tall lumberjack just who the hell I am and why I’m all over you…I can work with jealousy”. Damon was a vampire which meant super hearing, and you had to trust what he said.

You put up a finger, “Damon no, do not-”. Too late, he’d set his mind on something. He compelled the waiter to give you another round of shots, alcohol would make things interesting. Smirking evilly he asked, “Never too early for a body shot right?”. Before you could object the bartender was back with salt, lime, and tequila.

Rolling his eyes he said, “ Come on, he’s jealous and he should be. You’re too good to wait around for something, I’m showing him what he’s missing”. You hated to admit it but he was right, and Dean deserved a taste of his own medicine. You smiled, “ You’re right, but don’t go falling in love with me again”.

You both started to laugh, “Same goes to you (y/n), but we should make this look real”. Damon placed the salt up your next and you happily took the lime between your lips. He pouted, “Missing something” and before you knew it the shot was placed between your breasts. Your mouth opened but you laughed, this was classic Damon.

Damon took down the shot and winked at you. His tongue slowly licked up your neck and to add effect he sucked a little, of course leaving a mark. He whispered in your ear, “Oh this is funn”. His lips soon met yours as he took the lime in his own mouth. When it was over he licked his lips, “My work here is done, the dynamic duo is walking our way as we speak”.

Dean was the first to speak, “Let me guess this is Damon”. Before getting up to greet Dean he took his thumb and wiped the lime juice from the corner of your mouth before dragging down your bottom lip slowly, man was he good at this. Damon smiled, “Sorry, had a little something there”.

Damon got up and went to shake Dean’s hand, “The one and only”. Sam looked to you and you just grinned. Sam tried to defuse the anger, “Well I’ve heard a lot about you from (y/n)”. Dean added, “You know I can’t imagine you two having a past”.

You opened your mouth to speak but Damon spoke first, “Oh (y/n) and I had fun, you know I might still have a couple scratches on my back to prove it”. Deans jaw clenched and Sam tried not to laugh. Damon continued, “Wasn’t it fun (y/n) sneaking around trying not to get caught, but you were always too loud..but I mean I’m not really complaining”. Now Dean’s fists were clenched and you wanted to break the tension.

Sam beat you too it, “You know I have a feeling (y/n) was totally different back then”. Damon looked at you and winked as he said, “It’s always the quiet ones”. Dean was about to combust and he barely got out the words, “(y/n), outside”.

He pulled your hand and dragged you to where the impala was parked. You were telling him stop and within a flash he was suddenly pinned against the impala. All you could say was, “Damon?”. Dean was trying to push him away but Damon had a couple hundred years on him, “Why so angry?”.

You went next to them and pushed them away, “Okay Damon that’s enough, point proven”. Dean fixed his jacket but looked angrier as ever. Damon backed off but not before asking, “You know you can’t be angry, she’s not even yours”. With a flash he was gone, all he really wanted to do was emphasize the fact that you were never Deans.

Dean ran his hands through his hair, “Vampires, it had to be fucking vampires”. At this point you were angry too, you never acted like an ass when you saw him hitting on girls on cases. Crossing your arms over your chest you answered him, “Damon’s right Dean, why are you so angry? Why do you get to be angry?”.

He looked lost for a moment, trying to find the right words. He let out a sigh, “ I don’t know okay? All I know is that I didn’t like some guy all over you as I watched”. The irony caused you to laugh. Really? Rolling your eyes you spoke the truth, “Dean what do you think I’ve had to watch every hunt, but you don’t see me freaking out. You know what why are you freaking out, the thought that someone might want me is too much for you?”.

Walking closer to you he uncrossed your arms, “I’m sorry that’s not what I want, or think. I just, I’ve…never been in love and-”. Love, were you hearing him correctly? Dean continued, “I was scared of what I felt, Winchesters don’t have a good track record when it comes to love, but that was no excuse”.

You were still hurt, “You’re right it wasn’t”. He laughed and took your hands, “Damon just got me so angry you know? All his little remarks”. You couldn’t help but shake your head and smile, “ He’s known to have that effect on people”. It seemed like Dean was still not telling you something so you raised an eyebrow.

Finally he spoke up, “Was what he said true?”. You were confused, “About what?”. Suddenly you were catching on and you grinned. Biting your lip you replied, “What do you think?”. Dean stepped even closer to you, “I think I’ve done enough waiting”. His lips were on yours, a mixture of whiskey tequila.

His hands frantically roamed all over your body, trying to makeup for lost time. You smiled, “Dean I think we’d both be a lot happier somewhere more private”. Dean was already one step ahead as you heard him open the impalas door for you.

Dean turned on the radio and you slid closer to him, the best part of the impala was the fact that there wasn’t individual seats. You started to kiss his neck and he laughed, “ Where is somewhere more private?”.

Sliding your body down you were now hovering over his pants zipper. You looked up to him, “Until we find somewhere more private I figured I could keep you occupied”. Before Dean could question what that could possibly mean you started to unzip his pants and pull them down.

You were still looking up at him and you could tell how flustered he was, “ Uh (y/n) I don’t..are you sur?-”. You cut him off by slowly taking his member in your hand. All thoughts left his mind as he watched you.

Laughing you reminded him, “ Uh Dean shouldn’t you be watching the road?”. He half smirked and reluctantly took his eyes off you and brought them to the road as he drove. You slowly licked up his shaft stopped before you got to the tip.

You were still watching him and you wanted to laugh as his eyes frantically darted from the road to you. Continuing you circled his tip with your tongue before sucking lightly. You put your other hand to use by lightly grasping his balls and massaging.

Suddenly you felt his hand slid up your back before resting on your head. You knew what he wanted to do and you encouraged him, “I like it when you take what you want Dean”. He then had the courage to guide you down onto him.

Dean was still being reluctant and to encourage him even more you took as much of him as you could into your mouth, which was a lot more than he’d originally thought. You took your mouth off of him and looked up at him smiling.

He was biting his lip and his grip on your head tightened, “ I want you”. You took as much of him as you could again and bobbed your head up and down. His hold on your head guided you and caused you to pick up speed. Dean’s moans and groans were so loud they rang out over the radio, “ Fuck baby”.

You took your mouth off of his penis to begin sucking on his balls and you thought he was going to crash the car right then and there. Your entire body moved as Dean took a turn. Looking up you realized that he’d driven to a dead-end surrounded by trees, as private as he needed.

His voice was coarse, “ That feels so good but I need more”. Taking the hint you straddled Dean, feeling him press into you. You smiled, “ I need this too Dean”, and with that you both took off the rest of your clothes as quickly as you could.

Dean had one hand on your hip while he held his penis in the other, “ You sure you’re ready?”. You wanted to laugh, you were dripping wet of course you were ready. To convince him you kissed him passionately, lightly biting his bottom lip. With that he entered you, and you instantly groaned.

Slowly you moved your hips and Dean’s hands grabbed them. Once again he started to guide you, making you go faster. You started kissing him again until he stopped to kiss down your neck.

Dean moaned, “You feel so damn good (y/n)”. This only made you want to go faster and before you knew it you were bouncing up and down. His mouth moved to your breasts, sucking your nipples tenderly.

You nearly screamed, “ Dean fuck, fuck”. Knowing it would feel even better you turned around, your back now to Dean. You leaned against dashboard, arching your back. He slapped your ass, “ Shit that feels good huh?”. You moaned, but that wasn’t enough.

Dean grabbed a fistful of your hair pulling you closer to him, “Talk to me princess”. Again your face was right next to his as your head rested in the crook of his neck. Looking at him you answered, “you feel so- fuck- so good Dean”.

One hand found your clit and began rubbing while the other lightly gripped your neck. He continued, “You’re so fucking beautiful baby”. Dean began to thrust deep and hard into you. You began to close your eyes, everything was too intense. Dean spoke again, “ No baby, open those eyes”.

You felt your orgasm coming, but you fought it. He didn’t slow down, “ You’re gonna come huh princess, tell me who’s making you cum!”. You were unable to reply so his grip on your neck tightened.

Your voice was faint but you answered, “ You are Dean”. Dean actually laughed, a new side of him showing. His hand and hips somehow went faster, and he knew what he was doing to you. He demanded, “ I want you to cum for me princess okay? Tell me who’s making you feel so good when you do”. You nodded your head in response.

Once again his grip tightened, “ Need to hear you say it baby”. It was now seconds away but you yelled his name out. You felt him coming undone as well, “ Fuck (y/n), fuck yes”. As Dean came so did you, everything was so intense.

Your eyes shut, and your body was trying to cope with every nerve suddenly being on fire. If Dean hadn’t been holding you up you surely would’ve fallen. As your orgasm shook over you all you could do was scream his name.

When you both finished all you could do was attempt to catch your breath. You turned around to face Dean again and saw the happiness in his eyes. He ran a hand through your hair, “ I really fucking love you princess”. Dean kissed you on the forehead, and it was your turn to beam with happiness.

You suddenly heard your phone buzz and saw you’d gotten a text from Damon. Out of curiosity you read it and it said, “ Nice performance, princess, next time try not picking a place so close to our house. Super hearing is a bitch”. You couldn’t help but laugh, and be insanely thankful for Damon. You kissed Dean again, realizing how lucky you truly were.

Teenage Dream by matildajones [E | 58,596 | 7 Aug 2015]

“I’m married. I’m married to Derek Hale,” Stiles says. Everything seems to hit him at once. He pushes aside the fact there’s a celebrity sitting right next to him, and then thinks of why the fuck he can’t remember him, why he doesn’t know who he’s married to, and how much time he must have lost.

After an accident, Stiles wakes up to what can only be a dream. He has money, he has fame, he has award winning actor Derek Hale as his husband. It quickly seems more and more like a nightmare because Stiles doesn’t remember getting any of it - and it’s hard to accept the reality that Derek can still love him.

If We Could Match by InTheArmsofaThief [E | 23455 | 28 Feb 2015]

As Stiles waits behind the camera during an interview, he thinks he should maybe quit. Because, in all honesty, despite the charming smile the actor is pulling out for EW, Derek Hale is kind of a jerk.

Show Me How We Can Escape by secondstar [E | 9,858 | 18 Sep 2015]

Stiles needed a vacation. He deserved it, after working nonstop. Australia felt like a world away from the limelight; just what he needed. He didn’t expect to meet Derek, though.

Wheatgrass and Froot Loops by WhoNatural [E | 6,885 | 13 Jun 2014]

"You’re falling for him,” she says, and it’s not a question. Stiles looks up, blinks, and shakes his head.“No,” he lies. “We work out, have really intense sex, and then eat cereal marketed for children. We have a system, okay? Why upset the arrangement?”

I Know Places by ericaismeg [G | 21k | January 2015]

Stiles is tired of the fame and the media that comes with being a famous actor. Lydia, his manager, gives him a three week break from his social calendar while his agent, Peter, is off doing who knows what, who knows where. At the last function before his break, Stiles finally meets Derek Hale - the nephew that Peter has been shunned by for the past six and a half years.

Stiles knows how twisted the tabloids get things, it’s why he’s avoided doing anything remotely scandalous for his entire life. But when Derek Hale wants to get coffee with him, Stiles doesn’t care what anyone else says. He’s going.

Traditionally Non-Traditional by Angelwithwingsoffire [NR | WIPfg | June 2015]

Stiles Stilinski has been looking forward to two things his entire life: Going to San Diego Comic Con and cosplaying his favorite characters ever and meeting his soulmate, the person he is destined to meet and either fall in love with or be best friends forever with. He hopes its the first option. But he never, in all those years, thought it both of those would happen at the same time, or that he’d be one of those lucky/unlucky people who are soulbonded to a celebrity.

AKA This is the story of a Youtuber and an Actor who have a long journey ahead of them before they figure out just what destiny has in story for them.

its derek hale wtf by bleep0bleep [E | 38.6k | June 2015]

Stiles doesn’t buy the whole magical, transcendent soulmate reveal story, snickers at all those movies where the couple touches each others marks for the first time, eyes glimmering over in emotion when they feel the bond surge through their bodies (who comes up with this stuff?), shakes his head at all those dreamy-eyed people willing to shell out money to track down their other half.

Stiles is just really ambivalent about the whole thing. He meets his other half in his lifetime? Cool. If not? It’s just fine; he’s happy where he is.

At least that’s what he keeps telling himself.

~

You know how this story ends, but how does it begin?

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Professor Pride Week 15

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Title: Professor Pride Week 15

Characters: Professor!Pride x Reader, Gibbs, and Dog!Tony

Word Count: 1,434

Warnings: slight angst, fluff

A/N: This is NOT the end for these two.  I hope you all enjoy this! Feedback is welcomed and appreciated! I love you all so much! <3

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It was finals week.  The last week you would be on campus; possibly the last week you would see Dwayne.  No matter what, you had to be out of your dorm by the end of the week.  You plopped down in your seat, running your hand over the smooth wooden surface.  You’d miss sitting here.  

You looked up when you heard the door open.  You were twenty minutes early to class, and so was Dwayne.  He had a coffee in his hand, his briefcase in the other.  He padded up to your desk, placing the coffee down in front of you.

“Ah got’cha your favorite,” Pride spoke in a low, sweet voice.  The professor pressed a kiss to your forehead, his lips lingering for a few seconds.  “Good luck [Y/N], ah know you’ll do great.”

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Imagine Chris falling in-love with you at first sight.

A/N: First of all, pat yourself on the back for donating to Christopher’s Haven. You’re doing a good deed by donating and you’re a step closer to possibly meeting Chris. Secondly, I know we all want to win the draw so here’s something to soften the blow when we find out we’re not that lucky. Lastly- if you haven’t donated, go donate! It’s for a really good cause.

You still couldn’t believe that you’d won the draw, that out of hundreds and thousands of people that went into it- you were the one who won the chance to spend an entire day with Chris Evans. It felt like you were dreaming and you were about to wake at any moment only to find out that- it’d been an extremely vivid dream. From the moment you got the phone call, to the moment the plane ticket and hotel information arrived in your mailbox- you’d been living in a wonderful daze. Even now, as you and your best friend stood in the lobby of the hotel waiting for Chris’ publicist, you were still in that wonderful daze.

“I still can’t believe you chose me to take with you,” Hunter chuckled. “You know Lia is plotting your murder, right?” He quizzed and you nodded, laughing. “She thinks you brought me so you could have Captain America all to yourself.”

“Yes and no,” you responded vaguely.

You’d actually chose Hunter- a guy- because you wanted a buffer. You knew that if you brought Lia- a girl- she’d be freaking out as hard as you and make things even more awkward for Chris. Hunter was a fan but he was first and foremost a guy who was indifferent to celebrities, he saw them as normal human beings unlike yourself. You needed his indifferent attitude so that if you freaked out too hard, you could use him to calm yourself. That and- it would probably be easier for Chris to small talk with a guy who liked football than a girl who wrote fan fiction about him.

“I’m here already,” Chris told his publicist as he entered the hotel lobby. “I drove from my house?” He scanned the vicinity for the blue wristbands he was told about. “I have a car, I don’t need you to send one for me. Why didn’t I wait for you? Well, I didn’t want it to be overly formal. I’m thirty-five, I think I’m capable of looking after two people for a day.”

Chris caught sight of the blue wristbands as his publicist continued to go over the rules of the day; what he could and could not do, as well as what you and Hunter could and could not do. He hummed a few “mm hm” in response then fell silent and felt his lips part in awe when his eyes landed on you.

There was no explaining what he felt when he saw you, it was like- everything in the world suddenly made sense. His vision became clearer, his hearing more pristine, and his heart- pumped harder than it’d ever pumped before. You were beautiful- there was no argument there- but it wasn’t your ridiculously good looks that drew him in. There was something about you, something about your aura that enticed his entire being. He watched you intently from a distance as he tried to figure out what it was about you that made him feel both excited and calm; he couldn’t but he knew he didn’t want that feeling to ever go away.

“Holy shit.” You spotted Chris and quickly grabbed Hunter’s arm, squeezing it till he winced. “He’s coming over!” You hissed, beckoning your head in Chris’ direction. “He’s coming over, Hunter! Oh my God, Chris Evans is coming over! What do I do? How do I act? Is this dress okay?” You felt yourself start to panic. “Hunter!” You hissed, tightening your grip.

“Oh my God,” Hunter narrowed his eyes at you. “I know you love him but can you just-” He yanked his arm out of your vice-like grip. “Calm down? He’s just a human being, good looking but still human. You don’t need to be anything other than yourself, okay? He’s going to love you, Y/N.”

“What if he doesn’t?” You breathed, suddenly worried. “What if he doesn’t like me at all?”

“Then he’s a jerk and you can find yourself a new celebrity crush.” Hunter answered and slipped his hand into yours, giving it a light squeeze. “But I doubt that, who could hate someone as adorable as you?”

“Thanks,” you giggled softly.

Chris felt his heart sink a little when he saw Hunter take your hand. Of course someone like you had a boyfriend, it’d be a surprise if you didn’t. He let out a quick sigh then took a deep breath and forced a smile onto his face; it killed him knowing you weren’t available. But then again, it wasn’t like he had a chance with you anyway. You looked to be in your early twenties and what would a twenty-two year old want with a thirty-five year old?

“Hey guys,” Chris greeted the both of you and a nervous whimper escaped your throat. “It’s good to have you here with me today. I’m Chris,” he held out his hand for you to shake. You stared at it for a moment then shook it, wincing when you realized how sweaty your palm was. “And you are?”

“I’m um…” You trailed off, unable to find your name in your thoughts.

“I’m Hunter,” Hunter told Chris and shook his hand. “This is Y/N. Sorry about her,” Hunter chuckled softly. “She’s really nervous ‘cause she’s a really, really big fan. She’s usually very talkative and a lot more coherent, but I guess that’s when she’s not in the presence of the man she talks about all the time. She’ll be fine in a few minutes, she just needs time to process the situation.”

“That’s fine,” Chris smiled at you and you blushed deeply. “Should we get going? My car’s outside and the people at the escape room are waiting for us. We’ve got a whole day together but the escape room thing has a set time that we have to meet.”

“Sure,” Hunter nodded.

Chris led the way then glanced back at the two of you. Were the two of you together? He couldn’t tell, but the way Hunter introduced you and spoke to him- he didn’t sound like a boyfriend. A boyfriend would’ve been extremely jealous and hostile towards the guy his girl talked about all the time, even if it was a celebrity. Chris needed to know so he decided to test the water.

“It’s nice of you to accompany your girlfriend to spend the day with me.”

“He’s not my boyfriend.” You finally summed up the courage to speak to Chris; you cringed knowing that the first thing you said to Captain America was that and not ‘hi, my name is Y/N.’ “Hunter and I are just friends,” you repeated when Chris glanced back at you.

“Dating her would be like dating my sister,” Hunter agreed. “She is very much single as her standards have been ruined by you and her own writing. She’s one those girls who likes old school love, all talk no sex.”

“Shut up,” you blushed deeply.

“That’s not a bad thing to like,” Chris slowed his walk so he could walk alongside you instead of in front of you. “The world could use a few more girls like you, it’ll definitely make dating and being in-love more worthwhile if I had someone who appreciated old school love.”

You smiled and Chris smiled back.

“You know what,” Hunter pulled his hand out of yours and stopped, causing you and Chris to stop with him. “I’m feeling kinda off.” He patted his stomach. “I think I ate something bad at breakfast. Why don’t you two go ahead and enjoy the day, I’ll just hang here.”

“No,” you narrowed your eyes at Hunter, “you’re coming.”

“No, I’m not,” Hunter said then smiled knowingly when he saw a slight excitement flicker in Chris’ blue eyes. “You two have fun, I’ll see you later.” He looked over your shoulder at Chris and smiled, nodding tersely and getting one in return. “Just so you know, her mother will kill us both if anything happens to her.”

“Duly noted,” Chris nodded.

“Hunter!” You hissed when he started to walk away. “Don’t leave me alone!”

“Surely spending the day with me alone won’t be that bad,” Chris joked and you winced, turning to face him with a nervous smile. “I know you’re nervous but- you don’t have a reason to be. I’m just like any other guy,” he assured you.

“I don’t know if I’m going to survive being trapped with you in an escape room,” you admitted and he chuckled softly. “Don’t take this the wrong way though, it’s because I really like you and I feel like I’m going to freak out pretty freaking hard if we’re trapped together.”

“How about we ditch the escape room?” He suggested and you raised an eyebrow. “We can always just hang out. I think that was the whole point of winning this draw, you get to spend the day with me. The escape room was just something the reps came up with, we don’t have to do it.”

“What would we do?”

“Well- you’re a huge fan and you’re in my hometown, I figured I could give you a guided tour. I could take you to all the spots I went to growing up, take you to my favorite coffee house, my favorite restaurant, my favorite bar? I think you might enjoy that more than being trapped in a room with me.”

“Oh, I’d enjoy being trapped in a room with you,” you told him and he chuckled softly. “But um-” you bit back your smile. “I think I’d like the guided tour more. But that’s only if you want to,” you quickly added, “I don’t want to impose on your privacy.”

“I would love for you to do that.” He smiled and you smiled but felt your eyes narrow in confusion. “But in exchange, I’d like to get to know you a little better too. Who is Y/N other than a Chris Evans fan who loves old school love?” He asked rhetorically and you chuckled softly. “Do we have a deal?” He held out his hand for you to take, not shake.

“Deal,” you nodded and placed your hand in his.

Part 2, maybe? I can see it happening, definitely.

HENRY X READER - PITY KISS


(Y/n) lit the candle with careful hands, watching Henry out of the corner of her eye. He was pacing up and down the room, muttering things under his breath. He was nervous. Very nervous. He had every right to be, this was his first ever date after all.

               The mere thought made a tight pain form in her chest.

               No, not now.

               He needs you right now.

               You can’t be the jealous bitch you want to be.

               He’s your best friend.

               Just your best friend.

               Right now he isn’t the guy you’ve been in love with for three years.

               “Stop panicking” she smiled, waving out the flame on the match quickly before dropping it the sink to make sure it wouldn’t set anything alight. That would be the last thing he needed.

               “How?” he grumbled, pulling at his awkward shirt.

               “Deep breaths, buddy” she sighed, walking towards him to help him fix it “You’re gonna be fine” Her hands played with the material until it sat right on him, before leaving her hands on his shoulders in a comforting manor. He watched her with tense eyes, trying to calm down.

               “But what if I’m not” he shrugged her off as he resumed his pacing, biting his lip “What if I say something rude? Or stupid? Or if I start rambling like-?”

               “Like you are right now?” she grinned, pulling him so he stood in front of her once again “Henry, you won’t do anything of those things okay. It’ll be perfect. And even if you do, I bet my life she’ll find it cute”

               I know I do.

               “You really think so?” he gave her one of his lopsided, half smiles, making her heart fluttered.

               “I’m sure of it” she replied in a quiet voice, trying to not show how much he affected her.

               “Thanks, (Y/n)” he drew her in for a quick hug before she grabbed her coat and walked out the back door, wringing her hands as she went. He didn’t seem to notice however. He also didn’t notice the tears dribbling down her face as she walked home.




Henry walked down the road, his hands stuffed into his pockets, head low. The date hadn’t gone well.

               She doesn’t like me that way.

               Figures.

               The one chance I have at normalilty and its snatched away from me.

               He glanced up at the small two floor house in front of him. He noticed the girl’s light was still on, despite the fact she had told him she wasn’t feeling well that day. She had been walking around helping him with a glum tired look on her face. He had just assumed she was sick. But this doesn’t make any sense.

               He knew (Y/n) like the back of his hand. And when she was sick, she slept as much as she could.

               He knocked on the floor door tentatively, wiping away any evidence that he had cried on the walk home.

               He could wait until he was alone before the tears started again. He would have to. (y/n) hated to see him cry. But he had to get to the bottom of this.

               “Um, hi Mrs (Y/ln). I was wondering-“he began as the girl’s mother opened the door in her dressing gown.

               “Oh Henry, how many times have I told you?” she tutted “Just call me (Y/mn). Now come in quick, or we’ll both catch our death of cold”

               She ushered him in quickly, smoothing out her slightly messy hair.

               “Now, I’m guessing you’re here to collect those books you left here last week” the woman smiled “(Y/n) left them down here for you-“

               “Actually, I’m just here to see (Y/n)” he interrupted, heading towards the stairs “Buts thanks anyway”

               “I don’t think that’s a good idea love” she stopped him, a tight lip smile on her face “She isn’t feeling well, wouldn’t want you to catch it too”

               “Then whys she still up?” he frowned.

               (Y/mn) didn’t answer, her fake smile faltering.

               “I think it’s time you got home now”

               “Why can’t I see her?”

               “Henry-“

               “Has something happened?”

               “You need to go now. She’d just not feeling well”

               He could hardly fight back against the woman as she manoeuvred him towards the door, confused and slightly frightened.

               “but-“

               “See you tomorrow maybe”

               And like that the front door was closed once again.

               Henry looked up at the girl’s bedroom window. The blinds were closed the lights on. She was in there. A tight feeling in his stomach told him something was wrong.

               So naturally, he couldn’t just give up there.




(Y/n) heard a shuffling noise coming from outside, moving her head up from her crippled position. She was laid out on the bed, hair tangled, sleeves still damp from when she had wiped at her eyes. She had told her mother she didn’t want anyone near her, retreating to her room to cry in piece. She and Henry were very much alike in that sense. They didn’t like to show others how upset they were.

               She had heard someone come in minutes before, but just assumed it was her father finally in from a long day of work. But now with the mysterious shuffling, she started to wonder if something more sinister was at work.

               She listened as her window slowly slid up, cursing at the fact she hadn’t put on the latch.

               (Y/n) felt her heart jump in her throat as a hand pulled back her curtains. She got ready to scream for her mother, but when a familiar head poked through the gap in the material her cries fell silent.

               “Henry!” she hissed, diving for him “What are you doing? You’re going to get yourself killed. Inside, inside this room right now!”

               She helped pull him through, landing roughly on her back with him hovering over her.

               The two stared at each other for a few seconds, trying to catch their breath.

               “You’ve been crying” he whispered, reaching forward to stroke her cheek.

               “No I haven’t” she replied quickly, flinching away from him.

               He frowned at her actions, wondering why she was shutting him out.

               “Why are you upset?”

“I think you should go, Henry”

She pushed him gently, standing up slowly. She walked over to her door, opening it for him as she turned off her bedroom light. She was tired. Too tired to fight anymore.

“Doesn’t matter what you think” he answered smartly “I’m staying”

She laughed lightly at his persistence, sitting down on her bed with a loud thump. After a moment or two he joined her.

The two sat in silence, (Y/n) staring at her hands dully. Henry watched her however, trying to decide what was wrong. But after a while, he become more captivated with her.

He loved the way the moonlight was bouncing off her (Y/hc) hair, the brightness also reflecting in her (Y/ec) eyes. She was slouched over, fragile. Tired.

“Beautiful” he mumbled, catching her attention.

“Pardon” she frowned.

“Nothing, it’s just um…you…uh” he stuttered “You look beautiful, I mean”

She glanced at the mirror and snorted. Her hair was puffy and a tangled mess. Her eyes were bloodshot, large bag forming underneath them. The skin of her cheeks was blotchy and wet, clothes crumpled.

“Funny” she grumbled, falling back against the covers.

“I’m being serious” he copied her actions, reaching out to play with her hair.

“So I’m guessing the date didn’t go that well” she changed the subject quickly “Or you’d be with her”

“Yeah” he sighed “She doesn’t see me that way”

“I’m sorry” she whispered “I know you really liked her”

“Yeah”

He wasn’t really listening, he was looking at her lips and then at the sad look in her eyes.

I wonder.

He rolled over so he hovered above her once again, sliding one hand so it lay against the top of her head.

“What are you doing?” she gulped, a light blush covering her face.

He didn’t reply, bending down lightly.

“Wait” she stopped him “Don’t do this if it’s a pity kiss. Don’t do this just because you know that I’m hurting and that you’re hurting. Don’t do this out of pity Henry”

She paused.

“If you kiss me, do it because you actually want to kiss me. Not her. Me”

He waited only a second before smashing his lips onto hers.

JOHN MURPHY IMAGINE:
(Alright, disclaimer: I have never publish one of these before. So feedback would be amazing. I hope you enjoy it!)

You had been sharing a tent with Murphy since he returned after being banished. The disease the grounders gave him and the rest of the camp had faded but he was still in pretty bad shape from being tortured. Frankly, you didn’t want to be the one taking care of him but you volunteered for two reasons. The first being, you figured everyone hated him too much to actually take care of him. And it was easier than building or hunting. On top of that you were the only other one here with any medical training. You worked under clarke’s mother, Abby, back on the ark before you were arrested for breaking into medical files.
He slept half the time and the other half was either spent complaining or with surprisingly pleasant conversation. Murphy surprised you, he wasn’t the homicidal maniac everyone had expected of him. Sure, he was arrogant and stubborn but every once in a while you would see the tiniest glint of fear of compassion in him. On this particular day, he had a really rough time sleeping that night so he did so in the morning. When you left he was sleeping with yet another cold sweat break out on his forehead. The morning routine for you stayed the same, leave the tent, receive your and murphy’s rations, return to tent. But before you could return you heard the all too familiar cry of murphy having one of his night terrors again. You dropped the small ration bags you were holding and ran to the entrance of the tent before someone else could try to “take care of him”
Clarke approached you giving you that over concerned look that she always did. She was closely followed by her lap-dog Bellamy wielding his hand gun.
You move Bellamy’s hand down,“let me handle it,"before turning to the rest of the group,"nothing to see here, go back to work. Clarke I’m gonna need a bowl of cold water and a rag, shirt, anything you can find.”
Everyone dispersed as you went into the tent, murphy was still asleep shouting loudly as he tossed and turned. You put your hands in his shoulders moving the covers off his body.
“Murphy! Calm down. Wake up murphy. Wake up,"you shook him softly.
He shook in your hands like a leaf before finally opening his eyes and gripping your wrists.
"You’re safe…"you whispered to him moving some hair off his sweaty forehead,"you’re okay…”
For a brief moment Murphy was hiding behind nothing. There was no shield hiding his fear and he caught his breath. Clarke peaked his head in and set the bowl and rag next to you.
“Thank you,"you said to her,"murphy lay down you’ll feel better when you’re not as hot.”
Half of you expected him to say something along the lines of ‘oh doll, I’m never not hot’. But he just nodded, breathing heavily and laid back, stripping his shirt off. Anyone else would have been surprised to see his unwarranted strip show but you’ve had to help him do a lot worse. His body was nothing new to you, you regularly cleaned and changed his bandaging in addition to his preference of sleeping in only boxer shorts.
But this was all too different, his body glistened in sweat, shaking violently. Fresh scratches and dried blood marking his skin.
“You’re safe…john…its just (Y/N),"you told him in a soft soothing voice before starting to sop the sweat off of his head.
Finally his breathing steadied and and he was finally able to speak.
"What was it this time?"you asked him cleaning some dried blood off a large gash on his forehead.
"I don’t want to talk about it (Y/N)"he sighed.
"Murphy you know talking will help,"you encouraged.
"It’s the same one I have every time…something touches my..n-neck."he couldn’t meet your eyes as he confessed his fear.
"The hanging again?”
“Yeah..,"he looked away again turning his face to the side,"I guess my neck is a bit more sensitive than most.”
You weren’t sure what to say, he had been through far too much for words to mean anything.
“Did I ever tell you my first impression of you?”, you asked him.
“No but I’m not in the mood to have another person tell me how much they used to hate me,"he rolled his eyes.
You moved your tag to his chest to clean up the gashes in his left peck,"I never hated you. I thought you were crazy but I never hated you.”
“Don’t lie to me. That’s worse than telling you that you hate me,"he scoffed.
"I’m not lying. When I first met you, you were just one of Bellamy’s little sidekick. Followed him around like a dog,"you chuckled moving your finger over his wound carefully,"but I remember that you were always making some sort of joke or public declaration. You were such a character.”
“Is that a good thing?”, he turned back to you.
“Very good,"you smile at him.
"Why are you so nice to me? No one cares how I feel,”
“I do,” you cocked your head at him,“you need to stop assuming people hate you.”
“They haven’t given me a reason not to think otherwise,”
“I know but, I don’t hate you. Believe it or not I actually kind of like you,"your trained hands rewrapped the bandage around his waist.
He gripped your wrist,"why?”
“You’ve made some mistakes but frankly if you or anyone else here read half the files I did, they would fear and hate everyone here.” You told him.
“Is that what you got arrested for?"he asked you.
You nodded,"apparently breaking into the chancellors files is a very, very bad thing to do.”
“Sounds like your a very very bad girl,"that signature murphy smirk spread across his face.
"See, now you’re feeling better,"you joked with him enjoying watching his eyes light up.
Murphy moved his hand over the back of your neck,"I would be dead if it weren’t for you.”
“Probably,"you agreed putting the blood soaked rag into the dirtied water before he tilted your chin up.
"Thank you."he said softly before leaning in and kissing you.
You kissed back against his chapped lips moving your hands over his shoulders, before pushing him off slightly.
"I-I’m sorry…that was really forward,"he kicked his lips looking down flustered,"I understand if you don’t want to talk to me again.”
You leaned in pecking his lips,“I liked it. But, maybe you should pace yourself before trying anything again.”
He kisses you once more before you stand up to empty the water and retrieve his rations from before.
“Maybe next time, Tiger.”

                          KYLO X READER || Soul Mate 16


The voice you hear your thoughts in is your soulmate’s but you don’t know who they are until you hear them speak for the first time.

A/N: Okay…so let’s just talk about how reader and Kylo finally kissed? Like? I was so happy to finally make it happen??!! Damn, it’s about time. This part is more like a filler, but, please enjoy the weird tension shared between Kylo and reader! [GIF NOT MINE]

Word Count: 2.6K+

Warning: None…

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It was the best sleep you’ve ever had, well, it wasn’t something you wished for due to the factors that lead you to it…but, it was who knows how many hours straight of nothing but sleep–no dreams whatsoever. It was weird, yet, it did the job and you woke up feeling a whole lot better, minus the hunger and thirst. Shifting around a bit as you felt yourself slip back into consciousness, the first thought that greeted you was the ‘flashback’ of the 'small’ kiss you shared with Kylo yesterday. You couldn’t help it, a blush crept on your sleepy face, and lucky for you, Kylo hadn’t noticed.

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FIRST LOVE PART THREE:http://imaginingbucky.tumblr.com/post/145532464219/imaginingbucky-part-two

FIRST LOVE PART FOUR:

“What’s going on guys?” Sebastian asked.

“(Y/n) and I was just about to go and get some sushi.” Chris answered oblivious to the awkward vibes coming from you. You had been so close to not running into Sebastian.

Sebastian seemed a little surprised and looked back over at you, “Oh really?”

You nodded not knowing what else to say. You couldn’t even form words.

“Yeah, there’s a nice place down the street we were going to go and try.” Chris said.

Sebastian had this look on his face that you knew quite well. When you guys were young, you often knew what he was feeling since you could read him like a book. He often hated how you could tell when he was upset or annoyed so easily.

Now, you could tell that he was upset.

“Well, have fun you two. Maybe I will see you guys later?” Sebastian questioned.

“Yeah maybe.” Chris spoke before the two of you walked into the elevator. Sebastian had walked off and you felt a little relieved.

“Are you going to tell me why that seemed so awkward?” Chris chuckled as the doors closed.

“It’s a long story.”

“I’ve got plenty of time.”

———-

“So he didn’t tell you that he was seeing someone?”

You shook your head as you looked down at your plate, “Nope. He gave me all of the signs that he was probably interested and then when you told me he had a girlfriend, I was completely shocked.”

“I’m sorry for being the bearer of bad news.” Chris reached over and grabbed another piece of sushi.

It didn’t take long for you to open up to him once the both of you reached the restaurant. He was just such an easy person to talk to. He didn’t interrupt, didn’t give you judging looks. Chris listened until you were done before asking any questions or giving any advice.

“It’s not your fault,” you mumbled, “I shouldn’t have been so stupid to think that after all of this time, he would still be interested. We were young but…. seeing him again, it just..”

“It was like how it was all those years ago.” Chris finished for you.

You nodded and rested your arms on the table, “Yeah. Maybe I should just get over it. It’s probably smart if I move on. He clearly has.”

“I see the way he looks at you, (Y/n). There’s something there.”

“It’s doesn’t matter. I’m not the kind of girl that gets in between someone’s relationship. I hate that I feel this way but there isn’t anything that I can do. I just have to try and avoid any possible conversations with him or something.” You knew that it was easier said than done and so did Chris.

“I don’t think that’s possible. We are going to be seeing each other everyday for the next few months. It’s going to be long hours and close quarters. You can’t avoid him.”

You sighed, “I know. It’s hard being around him and having to hide how I feel.”

Chris looked at something behind you, “Well, you might want to start figuring out how you are going to be around him.”

You sat up a little, “Why?”

“He’s coming.”

It was like every nerve in your body froze. Goosebumps formed on your arms.

Sebastian spotted you and Chris at a table near the back. He made his way over and thought that the two of you seemed pretty cozy.

“Hey guys.” He said once he walked over to the table.

You looked up at him and saw that he seemed to be in a better mood.

“Hey Sebastian.” You said trying to act like you were completely okay.

“After you guys left, I realized I was in the mood to get some sushi. Figured I would join you guys if that’s okay.”

Chris glanced at you, “Yeah, it’s fine.” Sebastian slid into the side of the booth that you were on. You wished that the waitress had given you guys a regular table.

You moved your plate over and yourself to make some space between you and Sebastian. Chris noticed how uneasy that you were.

“So, what were you guys chatting about?” Sebastian asked.

“Just about the next couple of days. Busy schedule and all.”

“Yeah, it’s been so crazy that I’ve hardly had time to catch up with (Y/n).” Sebastian looked over at you. You tried to give a convincing smile.

“Are you scheduled for the promo shoots tomorrow?” Chris asked Sebastian. The majority of the cast were going to be together that following day for the promos. It was the time that they did the photo shoots that would end up on billboards, cereal boxes, and the movie posters.

You had been extremely excited to be able to put on your costume for the first time. Once you were shown the sketches of it, it hit you that you were playing a superhero. You had been more excited than ever.

“Yeah, I am,” Sebastian answered and looked over at you, “Are you?”

You nodded, “Yeah, I’ll be there.”

“Great, maybe we could get some breakfast before. Finally get to catch up like we wanted to.” He smiled a little. Sebastian felt like you were avoiding him. He could feel it after you blew him off earlier.

“Well, actually Chris and I were going to workout tomorrow morning before heading to the studios.” You lied looking over at Chris hoping that he would go along with it.

Sebastian’s eyebrows furrowed a little and looked at Chris, “I thought you told me earlier you had to be on set at six?”

Oh crap.

“Oh yeah, I do. I forgot to tell you that (Y/n), I can’t make our workout tomorrow morning.” You could tell that Chris was sorry that he somewhat got caught in the lie.

“It’s okay. I’ll just go alone.” You grabbed your fork and ate more sushi before any more lies would blurt out.

“I can go with you. I think we have to be at the studio around the same time so it all works out.” Sebastian offered. He wondered if you would turn him down twice in one day.

“Uh,” you looked at Chris and remembered what he said about trying to make it all work, “Yeah that would be great.”

Sebastian was surprised that you agreed. He figured that when you guys were alone, it would be the perfect time to try and talk to you. He wanted to know why you seemed a little off around him.

“Seven o'clock good with you?”

You nodded, “Yeah, that sounds good. Could you scoot out for a second? I need to go to the ladies room.”

Sebastian got out of the booth and so did you. You walked away from the table and to the bathroom to have a minute to yourself. You didn’t want to be around him and now you were making plans with him.

———-

Chris watched as you walked away from the table. An idea struck him as Sebastian sat back down.

“So, how is it working with your old girlfriend?” Chris asked him. He wanted to gage Sebastian’s reaction.

Sebastian thought about it for a second, “I’m really glad that she’s around. I haven’t seen her in so long and when I heard that she would be in the movie…..I got excited.”

“Why haven’t you guys connected in the past?”

“I don’t know. I guess I was upset with how I left when I was younger. I promised her that I would keep in touch with her but I didn’t. I took it up as my responsibly because I was the one leaving.”

“I don’t think she resents you for it. She seems fine.”

“Does she?” Sebastian questioned, “To me it seems like she’s upset with me about something.”

“Can you think of anything that you could’ve done to her?” Chris wanted to say exactly why you were upset with him but it wasn’t his place.

Sebastian shook his head, “No, I can’t.”

Chris decided to turn it up a notch, “She’s not seeing anyone right?”

Sebastian froze. Was Chris interested in you? “Uh, no she’s not. Why? Are you planning on asking her out or something?”

Chris shrugged his shoulders, “I don’t know yet. I wouldn’t if you weren’t okay with it.” Chris had no intention of asking you out. He just wanted to see what Sebastian would say.

You started walking back to the table and saw Chris and Sebastian talking. After a moment to catch your breath and collect your thoughts, you felt okay to sit at the table and finish dinner.

“Okay, you guys can stop gossiping. I’m back.” You said as you stood at the table. Chris got up and gestured for you to sit at his side of the table.

Sebastian looked at you and watched as you sat down and then Chris followed. He noticed how Chris sat closer to you than he previously had when you were by him on the other side. He noticed that you seemed to be happier when you were next to Chris.

He didn’t like it one bit.

———-

It took you three times to hit the snooze button on your alarm before you actually got out of bed. You felt nervous to see Sebastian at the gym. You had to think of anything and everything else to try and distract yourself as you got ready.

You dressed in shorts and a tank top with sneakers before grabbing your gym bag and leaving your hotel room.

Sebastian was there waiting for you in the gym.

“Good morning.” He smiled when he saw you walk in. There was a few other people there in the gym but it was huge so it felt like you and Sebastian were alone.

“Hey, good morning.” You said back.

You set your bag near Sebastian’s and started to stretch.

“Did you have fun last night?” He asked as he stretched too.

“Yeah I did. Did you?”

He nodded, “I always have had fun when I’ve been around you.”

You looked away from him to hide the blush that crept up on your cheeks. You used to love when he said cute stuff like that, now it just made you feel more upset.

The two of you lapsed into a comfortable silence as you both did your respective workouts. You used the elliptical while he did some weights.

The both of you would sneak glances to the other while the other wasn’t looking.

Sebastian working out was very distracting. His muscles bulging out. The sounds he would make. It was giving you inappropriate thoughts.

You looked away and focused on what you were doing.

Once you were done with the elliptical, you wanted to get a few minutes in at the punching bag.

Sebastian noticed you walking over to it and followed you, “Need some help?”

“Yeah thanks.”

Sebastian wrapped the tape around your hands. You tried to ignore the stirring feelings you got by him touching you. Sebastian felt it too.

He helped you out your gloves on and held the bag while you started punching.

“Got quite the punch there. I would hate to be on the opposite side of it.” Sebastian smiled.

“I’m sure you would.”

It was silent for a few moments as you jabbed left and right. You could feel your arms burning from the impact but you continued through.

“So, want to tell me why you’ve been avoiding me?” Sebastian asked out of the blue.

You stopped what you were doing, “I’m not avoiding you.”

He chuckled, “Not right now but you have been. Did I do something wrong?”

“No, you haven’t. I’m not avoiding you, Sebastian.” It seemed like you were getting better and better at lying.

“(Y/n), I can tell that you’re lying. You can’t even look me in my eyes.”

You ignored him and started punching the bag again.

“Is it because something is sort of happening between you and Chris?” Sebastian hated the words that were coming out of his mouth.

“No, I’m not avoiding you.” You repeated.

“So something is happening between you and Chris.”

You were getting more aggravated so your punching became more frequent. You put all of your energy into it.

“Nothing is going on with me and Chris.” You answered curtly.

“Seems like it is.” Sebastian mumbled.

You stopped, “And if it is?”

Sebastian let go of the bag, “What?”

“If something was going on between me and Chris, why would it bother you? We haven’t dated in years.”

“It does bother me, (Y/n)!”

The other people in the gym were leaving, probably annoyed with the conversation going on between you and Sebastian just like you were.

“Why?! You’ve got a girlfriend!” You shouted. Sebastian froze, “How did you–”

“Does it matter how I found out?” You cut him off, “Just know that I do and I hate the fact that I allowed myself to start having these feelings for you all over again! I know it’s been years since we’ve laid eyes on each other but looking at you…. it takes me back.”

You took off the gloves and threw them to the ground. Hurrying and grabbing your bag, you walked out of the gym, Sebastian calling after you the whole time.

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Professor Pride Week 16

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Title: Professor Pride Week 16

Characters: Professor!Pride x Reader, Gibbs, Dog!Tony

Word Count: 1,590

Warnings: fluff

A/N: It’s Tuesday and you know what that means! <3 <3 I hope you all enjoy this! I love you all so much! <3

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Pride woke up before you on Monday morning, wishing the two of you could stay in bed today.  He knew you had an important day ahead of you.  You didn’t know it, but he knew Gibbs.  He had been great friends with Gibbs for many years.  When you told him about how Gibbs told you to come back after New Year’s, he could only smile and shake his head.  It was just like Gibbs to give you a chance.

He couldn’t help the smile that spread across his lips as you shuffled into the kitchen.  You were already dressed, but your hair was still messy.  Pride still found you to be the most beautiful woman in the world.  

You walked over to the counter, grabbing the mug that Dwayne had already grabbed for you.  On your way over to the coffee pot, you rested your hand gently on Pride’s arm, leaning on your tiptoes to press a chaste kiss to his lips.

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A/N: Okay but this is possibly the cutest chapter yet, or at least towards the end it is, and I’m pretty happy with its outcome and I hope you all are as well! Also, I’m digging all these nicknames the two little shits keep giving each other and it’s probably gonna be a reoccurring theme. I got a bit carried away so sorry that it’s extra long this time around! Enjoy, my lovely readers :)

Word Count: 6K+

Warning: Profanity.


Sneaking out of the resistance hangar wasn’t the easiest thing, let alone, getting to it–especially when your bet friend [Poe] lived and breathed there. It was pretty easy at first, after showering and eating something, you walked along the halls like any other respected Resistance officer. Here and there you were greeted by casual hellos and salutes, you doing the same back before you slid behind one of the back walls that lead to the hallway of the hangar. Of course, there was no real reason to sneak around when you could’ve lied and said you had business to attend to…but you were afraid word was going to reach out to Leia and a whole domino affect would happen and you really weren’t up for that.

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So, I recently hit my 2 year mark in this fandom (holla for posting chap. 1 of home is where the heart is just over 2 years ago!) and I asked what people would like for me to do, and one of the biggest responses was for a fic rec post. And since I haven’t done one of those in a really long time, here’s a semi-extensive but in no way complete or finite list of favorite fics.

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Spencer Reid Imagine: Sometimes I think that we waste our words and we waste our moments. And we don’t take the time to say the things that are in our hearts when we have the chance.
Warnings: Cute Fluffball Dr Reid can be considered too much.
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It started after Elle got shot in her home, that was the final straw for you. Somebody walked into her house, her space, she wasn’t an agent there, just a person, a person who was supposed to be in her safe space, but instead was shot and nearly died in her front room. How were you supposed to sleep after that? You couldn’t feel safe alone anymore, not after that, you didn’t even feel safe in there for more than five minutes, so, in your desperation, you decided upon something. For the past couple weeks, you had been staying in a hotel, you felt safer there, as if nobody could hurt you here, however, unbeknownst to you Reid lived on the street opposite and had seen you sneaking in and out and was beginning to become concerned; so much so he confronted you one morning.

It was only seven in the morning, however, traffic was always a nightmare and you had to park a couple streets away from the hotel so you set off through the lobby doors, only to feel a hand grip your arm gently. “Every morning I see you leave here” a familiar voice spoke, as you turned you became face to face with Reid. “Every morning” he continued as you both started walking, him only a quarter of a pace behind you. “So I started thinking maybe you were meeting guys here or bringing them back here, but then I never saw you with anyone, ” he paused for a breath, letting you take the opportunity to speak.morning,“ he continued as you both started walking, him only a quarter of a pace behind you. "So I started thinking maybe you were meeting guys here or bringing them back here but then I never saw you with anyone” he paused for a breath letting you take the opportunity to speak.

“I’m sorry what?” you said harshly, “You thought I was bringing guys back here, Spencer you know I’m not like that” your words were easily readable to show you were offended yet he carried on anyway.

“Exactly that’s not like you, so that had me thinking, and I just can’t figure it out. So you need to tell me, why aren’t you going home?” he questioned trying to get ahead to stop you yet you both continued walking.

“Do you want a lift in?” you offered as you both reached the car park. Spencer stopped you finally by grabbing you once again, this time a little rougher.

“If you’ll tell me what’s going on then yeah” you glanced at him for a moment before speaking.

“Just get in the car”

The first few minutes of the drive were silent, mainly because you were trying to figure out how to word it. “Elle” you spoke quietly. “Because of Elle, well no, not because of her Spence, because of what happened to her.” You paused once again as you thought over your words once more. “When Elle got stabbed she was at home, and now, I can’t sleep at night because of this, I cant spend more than five minute alone in my house because I’m so incredibly scared that someone is going to come in and kill me, I’ve started sleeping at a hotel because I don’t feel alone. It got so bad I couldn’t sleep at home so I started sleeping there.” You stopped to let him process your rant, “Just, just don’t tell the others Spence, okay? I don’t need them to know about this.” The car ride from that moment on was filled with silence. Neither of you cold muster up another word. It was as if the heaviness that hung in the air was crushing your lungs preventing words from escaping from your chest.

The day trudged by slowly, many pitfalls occurring yet you still handled them, and just as you were about to leave Spencer stopped you. “Hear me out okay?” he breathed slipping into the empty elevator with you. “I’ll come home with you get some stuff and you can stay with me tonight, I only have one bedroom, but I can sleep on the couch, at least then you can sleep somewhere comfy.” his words were sweet and it was an offer you were too tired to refuse.

By the time you reached Spencer’s apartment it was late, and both of you were just desperate for sleep, once you had changed you saw Spencer setting up the couch for himself. “Hey Spence” you spoke drawing his attention, “I don’t feel right taking the bed, I’ll take the couch it’s okay” you smiled walking over only for him to stop you by placing his hand on your wrist. He seemed a little silenced by your attire, an old, oversized shirt with you underwear on underneath, the shirt covered you well enough without shorts but it was still an adjustment to Spencer.

“Don’t be silly, you need sleep y/n, the bed is yours” he smiled at you softly, a tired look spread across his face.

“Why don’t we share the bed Spence, it’s more than big enough, come on” you offered grasping his hand in yours, his finger immediately tightening around yours.

He hesitated before nodding following behind you into the bedroom, your hand gripped firmly in his only letting go to get under the covers. Silence filled the space for a few moments before Reid gripped your hand pulling you a little closer.

“Can you talk about something please Spence, when you talk, your words make me feel safe” you blushed as Spencer pulled you closer still, so you were almost with your back against his chest.

“Sometimes I think that we waste our words and we waste our moments. And we don’t take the time to say the things that are in our hearts when we have the chance” he stopped himself after the last syllable as he realised he was beginning to ramble.

“Tell me something that’s in your heart then” you whispered feeling Spencer freeze just a little before wrapping his hand that held yours around your waist so that he was completely cuddled into you, you could even work out his breathing pace from the breaths he was leaving on your neck; it was rapid.

“I have, I have some pretty strong feelings for you, they’ve been here for such a long time and, and I don’t really know if I should go for it or not, boy genius, couldn’t ever work out how to talk to a girl” he buried his face into your neck just a little.

“Spence, the feelings are more than mutual,”.

TRUE ROMANCE IX + Book 2 of Soul Mate [also on AO3]


Summary: What if second chances did exist…except in another lifetime?

A/N: My dudes! I’d like to announce that the next chapter (or chapter 11, I can’t quite remember) will have clean smut…or at least, somewhat smut as i’m a shit at writing it but it’s a little heads up for those who aren’t so comfortable reading it. With that being said, here’s 9! Enjoy!

Warning: Slight profanity.

Word Count: 3.3K+

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“We were going crazy! We called and called and called your phone, checked in with the front desk, called Rey like crazy–even Poe! Where were you?” Leia asked as she had her hand on her hips, Han simply sitting on the couch as Ben sighed, pushing his hair back.

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