is it too early in my relationship with this show to gif it

The promo and the GIF/photos inspired me…also on AO3 http://archiveofourown.org/works/9621602

Sharing is trusting

Alec’s hands are griping Magnus’ shirt backing him up towards the bedroom, leaning down to kiss him passionately as they go, lips crashing together as he’s pulled against the hard lines of shadowhunter body.

 Magnus is loving this turn of events just days after their first date but can’t help wonder why Alec suddenly seems so forward when something dawns on him. Quickly he breaks the kiss, gasping for breath with a hand on Alec’s chest to try and keep some space between them.


“Alexander…wait a moment please.” Magnus smiles at Alec and takes a small step away, hoping to slow things down a little.

“You do know just because I told you about the 17,000 doesn’t mean I expect to add you to that list right away. I think you and I could have something really special here and that means that I want to treasure every moment with you.

We don’t have to rush this, you only get one first time and you need to be sure you’re ready. And then, when you’re sure we’ll make it special, meaningful. Most of the others I don’t even remember their names, they were just a way to pass the time on lonely nights. A quick bit of fun, you already mean way more than that to me already, you know that right?”

Alec blushes and looks away, unable to hold Magnus’ gaze.

“I…I…I just want to make you happy. I don’t want you to find someone else Magnus, someone who knows how to do this, who can give you a proper relationship with everything that involves. How can I compare to all those other experiences you’ve had when I’ve literally done nothing! ”

Magnus slides his hand from Alec’s chest up to the front of his shoulder and rubs small comforting circles with his thumb until the shadowhunter looks at him again.

“Alexander, you don’t have to compete. You have my full attention and there is no one I want to spend time with more than you. I love just talking to you, I’d love to snuggle with you while we chat, kiss you some more but only if you want it too. It’s ok if we take this slow, just try not to overthink everything. You’re not the only one that feels vulnerable. ”


Alec searches Magnus face trying to figure out why the beautiful, confident man in front of him could possibly feel vulnerable.

“What are you worried about Magnus, you’ve lived forever, had so many experiences. You must know how handsome and wonderful you are, how attractive others find you.” Alec says, no heat behind his words just feeling confused still.

“Well, I try…” Magnus chuckles gesturing at himself, drawing attention to his make up and jewellery before looking a little more serious when he continues. “But there’s things about me you don’t know yet. I’m hoping you’ll get to know them eventually but let’s just say not everyone over the years has been as tolerant of warlocks as you are. Not all experiences are good ones.”

“You know that how I feel has nothing to do with you being a warlock or not. It’s you as a person that I like.” Alec reassures.

Magnus smiles up at Alec before taking a deep breath, his face now reflecting his inner insecurities and doubts, deciding if he really wants to continue with what he’s about to do.

“What’s is it Magnus? ” Alec asks as he notices not only the expression change but also the way Magnus whole body seems to have stiffened slightly.

“I want to show you something Alexander, I think it’ll help. You’ve told me about your insecurities and fears tonight so it’s only right I share a big one of my own. ” he tries to smile at the taller man but it feels week even to himself.

“Only if you’re sure…” Alec repeats back Magnus’ earlier sentiment.

“I’m sure…its just…I’ve lost people who I was interested in before over this, I don’t want to lose you but I don’t want to hide from you. I trust you and it’s important to me that you know exactly what you’re getting into before you decide if you want us to go further.” 


“Er…okay?” Alec says as he watches Magnus closes his eyes, take a deep breath and seems to steady himself for a moment. He takes both of Magnus’ hands in his, interlacing his own fingers with the other mans ringed fingers trying to reassure the man in front of him.

Slowly Magnus’ eyes flutter open and Alec’s breath catches at what he sees. Gone are the deep brown eyes that he’s used to seeing Magnus with, the expressive eyes that always give away what the warlock is feeling and now in their place are honey gold orbs with narrow almond shaped pupils. They seem to sparkle in the light and Alec can’t help but stare. 


Magnus looks away blinking as he puts the glamour back up, sadness reflected on his face as he tries to turn away and Alec immediately realises he’s not said anything yet and had just been examining the warlock marks, his gaze intense and emotionless as he tried to take in every detail. He quickly lifts his hand to cup Magnus’ face in his palm and guides it back towards him.

“You’re beautiful” he whispers, his voice breathy and low “seriously Magnus, I got a little lost looking at them and I’m sorry if that made you doubt my reaction but your eyes are just mesmerising.” Alec leans in to gently place a kiss on Magnus’ lips before pulling back to smile at him.

Magnus lets out the breath he hadn’t even realised he was still holding and smiles up at his boyfriend, his heart squeezes in his chest and he’s pretty sure it’s the last fragments of the walls he’d built crumbling and falling away. 

They stand like that for a few moments, neither one saying anything just looking at each other and smiling. Alec is the first to break the comfortable silence.

“Don’t feel like you ever have to hide from me Magnus, I love your real eyes and I’m honoured you felt ready to show me them. Now can we get back to where this night was originally going. I might have started with all the wrong reasons but I’m sure now. I trust you Magnus and I want to spend the night with you.”

“Alexander, you never cease to amaze me!” Magnus whispers as he reveals his cat eyes again and this time it’s him who reaches up to wrap his hand around the back of Alec’s neck, pulling him down to kiss him deeply as they slowly start walking their way to the bedroom again. 

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Magnus stirs early the next morning, the rising sun shining in his eyes where he forgot to close the curtains last night. What catches his eye though is the perfect form laying next to him, the sheet covering Alec’s lower body but his torso is bathed in sunlight and Magnus reaches out to trace the runes across the muscled sholders and back. 

Alec yawns and groans as he slowly wakes up, rolling over to smile at the warlock as long fingers slide from his back, across his ribs to land on his chest as he moves.  

“Morning sweetheart” Magnus whispers as he places a chaste kiss on Alec’s cheek.

“Hi,” Alec breathes “so last night really happened.” A blush spreading on his cheeks. 

“You don’t regret it do you?”

“Of course not Magnus, it was wonderful, you were amazing. I just wish I could have made it as good for you as it was for me” Alec ducks his head, avoiding Magnus’ gaze.

“Darling, you have no idea how good it was for me too. Being your first was an honour but it was my first time too. The first time I got to be with you, a memory I will always treasure. It’s something I hope to repeat often though.” Magnus chuckles and gives Alec a fond look.

Alec just smiles and snuggles close and rests his head on Magnus’ chest.

“I think I like that idea…very much!”

“You know Alexander, I think I had to kiss a lot of toads first but I finally found my prince in you.”

Alec just rolls his eyes at the cheesy comment but suddenly every last doubt he ever had about not being able to compare to everyone in Magnus’ past has gone. They might have got to have a small taste of this magical man but Alec is the one who gets to keep him.

Imagine Chris trying not to break his promise.

A/N: This was meant to be a one shot, but um- I have a feeling I have another mini series on my hands. Oh God, forgive the bad timing. 😂 It probably won’t be a full-blown mini series, just a few parts. 🤷🏻‍♀️ I’ll see the comments then I’ll decide.

Chris stood outside your apartment block, leaning against his car as he waited for you to show. It was the same drill every morning, ever since your script was bought by Paramount and he was hired to be the director. You didn’t drive and Chris was- well, he was a good guy with a heart of gold; he was always more than happy to go out of his way to drive Sebastian Stan’s baby sister. It was more because of his fond feelings towards you than a favor to his best friend that he was making these detours. And speaking of Sebastian, Chris couldn’t help but think back to what your brother had instructed him to do about his feelings for you.

“Shove it somewhere no one will find, not even you.” Sebastian had told him. “Her career is just blossoming, Chris. It’s bad enough people think Paramount bought her script because of me, if they find out the two of you are…” Sebastian didn’t have to finish his sentence because Chris knew exactly what people would say if they found out you were dating him; the director hired to make your first script into a movie. “I know you care about her, so don’t do this to her.”

Chris sighed because he knew Sebastian was right, he couldn’t let his being with you overshadow your first big break. So he made a promise, a promise that kept him from making a move until the filming and the press tours were done. He’d been just friends with you for so long, what was another six months? It wasn’t like he hadn’t told you how he felt and you could’ve been taken from him at any second; you knew exactly how he felt and you’d told him you felt the same way. You just shared your brother’s concerns and asked politely if the two of you could remain friends until the movie was done and all the dust had settled.

Chris spotted you as soon as you walked out of your apartment building. He chuckled because he could tell from the way your earphones were in, you had forgotten the drill again. You didn’t forget, you just expected him not to drive an hour out of his way to come get you because you’d told him time and time again you were fine taking the bus or a cab. But time and time again, he’d show up at your door ready to pick you up for work.

You were listening to Taylor Swift’s ‘I Know Places’, trying hard not to wince at the irony of your situation. Her song was the perfect depiction of your current relationship with Chris, though it had not yet blossomed as you didn’t know places you could hide away with him. You wished you did, but you knew it wouldn’t have been that simple even if you did; it was never simple when you were constantly under the limelight. The limelight that was worst now that you were starting to make a name for yourself, and not just known as Sebastian Stan’s baby sister. You liked Chris, but you didn’t want to throw your career away before it even started. You couldn’t, especially when being a screen writer was everything you’d ever wanted since you were a little kid. You could still remember how you would write little skits and Sebastian would act it out; your brother was always so supportive of you, you couldn’t disappoint him now.

“Good morning,” Chris stepped in front of you as you started to walk past him. You jumped back, yelping, then huffed when you realized it was just Chris. “Sorry,” he chuckled, gently pulling your earphones from your ears. “I forget that you always have your music up really loud.” He passed you the cables and you chuckled, unplugging it from your phone and stuffing it into your bag. “I see you forgot you have a personal chauffeur.”

“I see you went in the wrong direction again,” you quipped and he laughed. “You know you don’t have to do this every morning, I’m perfectly fine taking public transport.” He shrugged nonchalantly. “I am an hour out of the way, Chris. I’m dragging you out of bed way too early, you-”

“You need to realize that I’d drive two hours out of my way for you,” he cut you off with a smile and you found yourself smiling along with him. “Now,” he slapped his hands together, rubbing them with delight. “Have you had breakfast? 'Cause I haven’t and Frank’s Bistro is,” he threw his thumb over his shoulder, “calling.”

“Do we have time?” You asked and he nodded without even glancing at his watch. “Chris,” you laughed, grabbing his wrist to look at the time. It was 7:30AM, and neither of you had to be at the studio until 10AM. As the drive was- from your place- one hour and forty minutes, the two of you had time for breakfast. “Okay,” you released his wrist and he smiled, moving beside you as the two of you walked down to Frank’s. “Breakfast is on me.”

“I prefer breakfast on a plate,” he leaned in and teased with a whisper in your ear, “but I’m more than happy to have you after.” You blushed, but laughed as you shoved him playfully. “Aren’t you glad Seb isn’t here to keep me in check?”

“No,” you tried not to smile as you bit, making Chris laugh so hard he grabbed his left pec. “It’d be much better if he were here,” you said out loud, then thought to yourself when you felt your heart flutter at the sight of Chris, “'cause you’re not the only one that he needs to keep in check.”


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After Frank’s famous Belgian waffles, you and Chris sipped on chai teas and chatted. You still had time before you had to start the drive, and with Chris’ driving- you could afford a few extra minutes. It was always nice to spend time with Chris. You’d been a fan of him since his Johnny Storm days so one could only imagine your excitement when you heard your big brother was going to be working with him on Captain America.

The first time you met Chris was on the set, after weeks of bugging Sebastian- he finally agreed to take you. He was very hesitant about bringing you along knowing how badly you crushed on his co-star. Sebastian had always been a very protective older brother because of the ten year age gap, if he could- he would’ve kept you from all the bad in the world. Of course this didn’t mean he thought Chris was bad, he just wasn’t mentally ready to see you with a guy; a guy he saw you having forever with. He knew you’d bug him to bring you onto the set eventually, so he spent the weeks leading up to that moment to scout Chris out. It was the first time he’d worked with Chris Evans and he needed to know if he was good enough for his baby sister; it didn’t take long, just like it didn’t take long for you and Chris to become close.

Seven years of friendship might make one question why you and Chris didn’t date before you made your big break. You could blame Sebastian’s overprotectiveness, but that wasn’t the main reason. Yeah, he didn’t want you to date Chris until you turned twenty-three at most. But even after you did, you didn’t feel ready to be in a relationship with someone as futuristic and intense as Chris. It wasn’t a bad thing to be because you were the same, you just knew if you’d gotten together with him at the wrong time- you’d lose an amazing guy who you could easily marry and have kids with. You wanted the timing to be perfect, and just as it came close- your script sold and Chris became your director, killing all chances of dating him for a while.  

“I know we’ve been friends for a while now,” Chris began and you tuned back into the conversation. “But I still feel like you haven’t told me everything there is to know about yourself. So what are you hiding from me, Miss Stan?”

“Please,” you laughed. “We’ve been friends for seven years, you know everything there is to know about me. Even some incredibly personal and blackmail worthy details,” you reminded him and he suppressed laughter at all the deep, dark secrets he’d found out about you over the years. “I’m an open book, Mr. Evans.”

“As open as you are, I’m sure there’s a hidden chapter somewhere.”

“Nope, not this girl,” you shook your head. “What you see is what you get.”

“Well, if you ever think of anything,” he smiled, “You know I’m always here for you, right?”

“Yeah, I know,” you reached over the table and patted his hand, “you’re a really good friend.”

“Friend,” he repeated, grimacing. You rolled your eyes with a bit back smile because you knew he was just being overdramatic; he knew very well where he stood when it came to you and your feelings. “Wow, that- that is really hurtful, Y/N. I mean- I’ve professed my love for you and you hit me with a 'you’re a really good friend’. That is stone cold,” he pressed his hand to his heart, “you’re breaking my fragile heart.”

“Like you believe you’re in the friend zone.”

“I’m not your boyfriend, so…” He trailed off, pressing his lips together to hide his smile. You rolled your eyes and he laughed, reaching over the table to take your hand in his. “Maybe Seb really needs to be around when we hang out. What do you think about changing our male lead?” He joked and you laughed, but your eyes remained on Chris’ hand playing with yours. “What’s going on in that pretty little brain of yours?” He asked, squeezing your hand to catch your gaze.

“Pretty little brain of mine?” You scoffed, pulling your hand away. He chuckled as you said, “that seems slightly offensive, Mr. Feminist.” You knew he didn’t mean offense, he’d never do anything to offend you ever. “Let’s see, what goes on in this pretty little brain of mine.” You smirked at him as you repeated his phrase and he winced with a smile. “Well, story ideas- but that’s obvious.” He nodded. “Fluffy puppies like Dodger.” He smiled. “Gummi Bears.” He chuckled. “And one very handsome man.”

“One very handsome man by the name of Chris?” He smirked.

“Oh my God,” you gasped, “how’d you know I was thinking about Chris Pratt?

"Oh wow,” he tried not to laugh as he feigned offense. “That is- wow, Y/N. Low blow.”

“No,” you reached for his hand and smiled sweetly. “There’s only one Chris I think about.” He smiled as you entwined your fingers with his. “It’s not Pratt, or Pine, or Hemsworth.” His smile widened and you tried not to laugh as you wiped that smile off his face with, “it’s Chris Wood.”

“Very funny,” he rolled his eyes and you giggled, drawing your hand back. There was a short moment of silence that brought the two of you to the reality of your situation, saddening you and Chris. “This is a lot harder than I thought it’d be,” he admitted, licking his dry lips.

“Me too,” you sighed.

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Part 2

first day at a new job and oh fuck my boss is the person I drunkenly hooked up with last weekend/night

The pounding headache that currently plagued you was going to be a serious problem. You took medicine to try and ease it but it hadn’t kicked in just yet.

Your best friends Pietro and Natasha took you out for drinks the night before to celebrate you landing your dream job. One drink turned into four and the night got hazy after that. You knew that it wasn’t the smartest thing to go out the night before you were to start a new job, but you were in a good mood and wanted to.

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Something was off. For the past couple of weeks, Harry had been acting strangely. He’d always seem like his head was up in the clouds, and whenever you managed to pull him back down to earth, he’d give you nothing but short answers. You put it off at first, thinking it was just him being super tired from all the work he had to get done. It made sense, obviously! He’d leave the house in the morning, and he wouldn’t come back until the dead of night. The most affection you had gotten from him was a side hug and a quick peck on the cheek. 

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“I honestly have no idea what’s going on.” You shook your head, raising your mug to your lips to take a sip of coffee. Y/F/N raised an eyebrow before shrugging casually while she continued to scroll through her phone. Since Harry was barely at home, you figured you’d leave the house for some fresh air. Spending a day with Y/F/N doing nothing but drinking coffee and gossiping was a great way to unwind! Except, Y/F/N was doing nothing but winding you up. 

“If you think about it, what I said makes a lot of sense.” Y/F/N continued to push her logic, locking her phone and setting it aside. “All the puzzle pieces fit together perfectly! What else would he be doing? He leaves early, he comes back late. He’s barely showing any affection. You two have only been together for a couple months - I don’t want to come off as brutal, but maybe he’s… Y’know, goofing around with-” 

“Harry would never cheat on me!” You interrupted, your cheeks flaring up as you got a couple glares from other coffee-drinkers. “I… I trust him.” You cleared your throat, Y/F/N letting out a sharp breath. 

“Y/N, listen to me. Sometimes, relationships don’t work out! I know you really, really like him, but it can’t be helped if he doesn’t feel the same way about you! I hate to say it, but maybe you two just aren’t compatible.” 

Suddenly, it clicked in your mind. Your lifestyle and Harry’s lifestyle didn’t match up. While he was off attending interviews, mingling with celebrities, and going to fancy parties, you were at home studying for your finals. You were a university student - Harry was a world-renown popstar

“Honey, maybe he wants someone who knows what it feels like being super famous. Maybe he wants someone who understands- Heck, maybe he already found someone else! He obviously cares about you so he’s probably finding a way to break it to y-” 

“That’s not fair.” You cut Y/F/N off, feeling your heart beginning to race. You couldn’t accept it, you didn’t want to accept it! 

“Y/N-” 

“I don’t wanna talk about this anymore.” 

You were going to do it. You were going to finally talk to Harry about the ongoing situation. Even though you hated confrontation, you knew you had to do something about it. You were sick of being alone, you were sick of the fact that Harry was treating you like a friend rather than a girlfriend. Or maybe you could just avoid everything and act like nothing was wrong. 

“Y/N, love - It’s nearly 1 in the mornin’, why’re you still up?” You jumped slightly at the sound of the door slamming, making you look up from your textbooks. 

“Studying.” You responded, watching as Harry kicked his boots off and hung his coat up on the coat rack. 

“A’right.. I’m goin’ to bed, then. Don’ study for too long. You go crazy when you’re running on less than 6 hours of sleep.” Harry joked, leaning down and pressing a kiss to the top of your head. Just before he had the chance to head towards the stairs, you stopped him. 

“Can we talk?” You asked quietly, unable to make direct eye contact with Harry. He tilted his head in curiosity before nodding slowly, moving over to sit down next to you on the couch. 

“Wha’s the matter?” He pinched your arm playfully before grabbing a throw pillow and hugging it to his chest. There was a moment of silence before he noticed your eyes beginning to well with tears. “Y/N, what’s wrong?” Harry sat up straighter, about to wrap an arm around your shoulder before you pushed his hand away. 

“I just… I feel like you don’t like me as much as I like you.” You sniffled, trying your best to keep from bursting into tears. “I don’t think I can be in a relationship where I’m alone for most of the day, and the most I get out of you is a kiss on the cheek.” 

“Y/N-” 

“And I understand that our lives are different from each other’s, and as much as it hurts me - If you want to be with someone who’s more… Compatible with you, I can accept that.” A hot tear rolled down your cheek before you reached up and quickly wiped it away. “I just want you to be happy, you know? I don’t understand why you’ve been acting so distant lately, and I want you to talk to me, but you’re barely here and I feel like it would be better for the both of us if we-”

“I love you.” 

“-Harry, I’m not done talking, let me finish.” You hiccuped, using the back of your hand to wipe away a tear again as the gears continued to click in your head. “As I was saying, it would be-” Wait a minute. Wait a minute. “I’m sorry, you what?”  

“I know I’ve not been the greatest boyfriend lately… Y’know, we’ve only been together for a couple months but I… I’ve been feeling different, I guess, and I was scared that if I told you, you’d freak out and run away or something. I dunno, I went out a lot cos I was afraid that if you did something cute I would blurt out how much I like you and that’s jus’ not the ideal way I want to do it?” Harry was rambling at this point, his cheeks brightening up as he reached up to scratch the back of his neck nervously. “This isn’t exactly the way I wanted to tell you either, but I figured it be good to tell you now rather than have you break up with-” 

“Say it again.” You whispered, a soft smile ghosting over your features. You were obviously still in a state of ‘what-the-hell-is-going-on’, considering Harry had just admitted he loved you - but you needed to hear it again to make sure you weren’t dreaming. Harry paused, blinking quickly to make sure you were reacting positively. 

I love you.” 

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hopefully this makes up for the fact i’ve been very inactive lately sorry my friends!! (this hasn’t been proofread by the way don’t kill me) 

Hello friends! Guess who’s back? Spoiler - it’s me. So I have a confession - I love soulmate AUs. I’ve not written Pietro in a while so I eased myself into this by focusing predominantly on another character. It needs a second part to finish it off which I’ll upload soon. Hopefully the plot is twisty and interesting enough for you guys. Thanks to @sxnali for the request; I loved it. Enjoy, my darlings!

Prompt[s]: (if you don’t mind) can you do a soulmate au where the first words they say to each other are tattooed somewhere on the other’s body? with pietro please? (im sorry if this sent twice i think i hit send in the middle of typing this but im not sure oops)

‘Almost a Mistake’ (Part 1)

There was a reason that New York was considered the city that never sleeps. Regardless of the hour, life was buzzing, left, right, and centre. Cars clamoured the roads in lines of traffic, and birds flew overhead, seeking and taking every opportunity amongst the crowds of hungry people that swarmed the streets.

The smell of hot dogs was prominent – especially on a Saturday when everyone and his mate was out on the streets. You wished that you could say you too had come out for fun but work had called you in for overtime, and the coming winter’s energy bills convinced you to take it.

With your headphones safely nestled on your head, you navigated the bustling tourists with your eyes on your iPod, trying to pick the best tune for the next leg of your journey. You’d splashed out on new headphones and for good reason – there were noise cancelling. As far as you were concerned, that made them worth the cost, tuning out the soundtrack of the city as you walked.

Each time you skipped a song, there was a moment of quiet where the world bled in. You heard horns beeping, steps smacking against the pavement, and even someone shouting in the distance. Probably a food vendor trying to sell to a passer-by. You skipped another song and got another flash of reality. Cooing pigeons, roaring engines, and still a person shouting. It was definitely male, and getting closer.

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In Secret 

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word count : 1 977
summary : AU / Reader is a heretic and the Mikaelson’s little sister. Reader and Kai are dating in secret.
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Y/N’s life has never been easy. Her siblings were the oldest vampires in history , the Originals. Klaus , her youngest brother was a hybrid like her , though not quite like her. Back before their mother Esther had called upon the spirits turning her entire family into vampires , Y/N had been the only one among her siblings born without her own magic. However she could draw it from others and later on when they had turned she had found out there is a way for her to siphon herself and do magic turning her into the first heretic. After their mother had died , Y/N had fled with her brother and best friend Kol running for centuries while their father hunted them down.
Going back to Mystic Falls that Fall had been the best decision she had ever made. She had gone to see how Jeremy was doing. Even though her family had caused him and his family and friends a lot of pain , they had become friends. During her visit she met her boyfriend - Malachai Parker. He was also a heretic but due to her over protective brothers (specially Klaus) their relationship had to be kept secret and she had introduced Kai to them as her friend.
Sneaking around in a house full with vampires was a tricky thing , luckily she knew her mother’s privacy spell and whenever they wanted to be alone she’d always cast it making sure no one found out.

Y/N’s day had been exhausting , the circle of drama and horrors in the Mikaelson’s family never ended. Her family had enemies , lots of them and as one of the few of her siblings who could do magic , there was a lot for her to do. She walked into her bedroom closing the door with a loud bang , tossing herself onto the empty bed.
“Ouch.” Kai’s voice sounded from under her. He quickly uncloaked himself , rubbing his forehead where she had hit him accidentally.
“OH my God…” she got off the bed , covering her mouth with her hands , an apologetic look on her face. “I’m so sorry … I didn’t mean to - wait. What are you doing here ?”
Kai got to the edge of the bed , his hands on her waist as he pulled her towards him. He was looking at her with longing loving eyes as she rested her hands on his shoulders.
“I wanted to surprise you.” he said smiling. “Also I couldn’t stay away from you another day. I know you said things with your family are spinning out of control right now , but I want to be here for you ….and I can’t do that from my apartment two blocks away now , can I?”
Y/N pushed him onto the bed in vamp speed crawling on top of him , her hand on his chest. Leaning over him , her lips barely touching his. The past few days have been torture without him and she wanted nothing more than to be with him then and there.
“Tomorrow… Kol will be out of town with Davina. Klaus and Elijah will be out of the house. Freya will be busy with Vincent at the bell tower…” she whispered smiling. “We will -”
“ - have the house all to ourselves?” Kai finished with a grin on his face. It had been ages since they had gotten the chance to spend time alone in the house and Y/N had already started planning their day alone together. Usually they’d go out somewhere to be alone and enjoy each others company to the fullest , or they’d go to Kai’s place but it felt completely different when they were at her house.
“Yes.” she whispered , her lips smashing against his. Kai vamp speed rolled over her , pinning her hands over her head kissing her fiercely. Y/N pushed him off her and onto the bed next to her. “Hold up.” she said , getting up quickly to get the sage for the privacy spell burning. Kai flicked his wrist , locking her bedroom door.
Y/N turned around with a smile on her face. “Now… where were we ?” she pretended to think for a moment before Kai grabbed her by the waist tossing her onto the bed with him picking up where they left off.

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Kai went to his apartment early the next morning to change and take a quick shower before heading back to the Mikaelson’s to spend the entire day with Y/N.
“Hey.” he said with a smile , hands in his pockets , just as Klaus and Elijah were walking past him. Elijah nodded at him while Klaus stopped for a moment , patting him on the back.
“What are you doing here so early in the day ?” he asked curious.
“Oh I was just down by that coffee place down the street , thought I’d swing by and say ‘Hi.’ Busy day ?”
Klaus laughed under his breath. “Always is.”
In that moment Y/N showed up with an apple in her hands. “OH HEY.”
“Niklaus.” Elijah said , his voice filled with impatience.
“Right ..Well have fun you two.” said Klaus and quickly left after Elijah.
Both Kai and Y/N stood frozen in their spots for a few moments listening in to mak sure they are alone , then wide smiles spread on both their faces. Y/N ran into Kai’s arms , jumping up and wounding her legs around his waist their lips meeting in a passionate kiss.
“Oh today is going to be so much fun.” Kai said , lightly brushing his nose against Y/N’s , before his lips found hers again kissing her gently. He let her feet on the ground , snaking his hands around her waist from behind.
“Do you want to help me make breakfast?” she asked smiling.
“Pancakes ?” he said , kissing her neck gently.
“And bacon.”
Kai spun her around in vamp speed smashing his lips against hers. “So in sync.” he smiled. “OH and this weekend , we are going to the movies. Guess which movie premiered a few days ago …”
“Baywatch.” she smiled at his wide grin.
“Yes ! Aren’t you excited ? Its going to be so much fun !” he said excitedly.
They headed into the kitchen and started on breakfast , except it was more like Y/N was making the pancake dough while Kai was too busy distracting her. He had wrapped his hands around her , his head resting on her shoulder whispering all the things he wanted to do today while occasionally every few minutes he’d place a gentle kiss on her neck then up her chin until she had stopped whisking and started to getting lost in him , his touch and kisses.
“MMmm Kai … s-stop. We have to make the pancakes or the dough will go to waste.” she murmured turning her head around to kiss him. “I promise afterwords its all you whispered to me.”
Kai pulled her closer for a moment before letting go of her and starting on the pancakes. He had a natural talent for making the perfect pancakes (and perfect everything really , lets face it) They made a mix of chocolate chip / blueberry pancakes - Kai was flipping the pancakes in the air while Y/N was catching them directly in the plate.
They sat together having breakfast , Y/N tapping his nose with whipped cream making him pout for a second before he broke up into laughter.
“You are going to pay for this.” he threatened.
Y/N laughed , winking at him. “Oh really?” she teased.
“Yes! Really!”
Kai got up suddenly pulling her off her chair and seating her onto the empty kitchen counter , tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. Everything still seemed like a dream to him - her smile when she sees him , the spark in her eyes every time they are together. He was afraid it would end and was prepared to do whatever it takes to keep her. Even going against her brothers if necessary. Kai gazed into her eyes for a long moment before his lips crashed against hers , hungrily wanting more and more. Y/N snacked her hands around his neck , pulling him closer to her , wounding her legs around him.
“I’d gladly pay every time if this is the price.” she muttered before pulling him in for another kiss. Kai’s hands tugged at her shirt for a moment before lightly sliding under it , unclasping her bra. He gave her a devilish smirk , a second later ripping it off her. His lips crashed against hers , then traced their way down her jawline to her neck. Y/N threw her head back , a soft moan tumbling off her lips. “Every time.” she whispered. Her hands sliding down his back ,pulling his shirt up.
“What … what is going on here ?” Kol’s voice interrupted them.
Y/N and Kai pulled away from each other , just noticing that Klaus and Elijah were a step behind Kol with unreadable expressions on their faces. Y/N got off the kitchen counter , quickly grabbing her bra from the floor tugging it in the back of her jeans.
“Um … we um … We were making b-breakfast.” Y/N said running her fingers through her hair , slightly taking a step in front of Kai who stretched out his arm protectively , pushing her behind him .
“Sure you were.” said Kol winking at them. Kai glanced at Y/N who looked even more startled than he felt. He cleared his throat and took a step towards her brothers.
“We .. we are in love with each other.” he said , his tone calm and serious. “There is nothing in the world that’s going to change the way I feel about her … I want to be with her , always. And …. I don’t care if you disagree. I’ll do and endure anything just to be with her forever. ”
Y/N stared at him as if seeing him for the first time. He knew her brothers would fight him on this and he didn’t care about the fact he might end up dead.
Klaus started laughing and clapping while Elijah fixed his suit , his lips pressed in a thin line. Kol raised his eyebrows looking at his sister.
“A family gathering and no one called for me ? Shame.” Rebekah showed up from nowhere, Freya and Hayley at her tail. “Oh come on , little sis. You didn’t really think we didn’t know did you ?”
Y/N blinked a few times looking around her siblings. Elijah was smiling at her , they all were. Rebekah looked at Klaus who seemed to be the only one who hadn’t figured it out before that moment.
“You all KNEW ?” asked Kai and Y/N in unison.
“I didn’t.” interjected Klaus.
“Well of course. Kai’s longing loving looks are hard to miss. You move , he moves … like magnets. And then there are those midnight visits to your bedroom. It’s kind of cute and I have to be honest - I am a little jealous.” said Rebekah smiling. Klaus glanced shocked at Rebekah and then at Y/N and Kai who were still frozen on the spot.
“Midnight visits huh ?” wondered Klaus.
“S-so you are not m-mad ?” Y/N asked her siblings.
“Of course we are mad. You made pancakes and didn’t save any for us ?! How dare you?!” said Freya , winking at them.
Kai seemed to relax at last , wrapping his strong arms around Y/N , a smile on his face. Klaus took a step towards them with a serious look on his face - his lips pressed in a thin line , his eyes on Kai. Y/N tensed sensing something bad might happen.
“Tell me , Malachai… What makes you suitable for my sister ? She is pure vampire you are nothing but -”
“Relax brother.” said Kol putting a hand on Klaus’ shoulder. “He is perfect for her.”
Klaus smiled and patted Kai on his back.
“I’m only joking.” he said laughing under his breath. “Welcome to the family.”

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The Chris Evans Mini-Series (One Shots)

Imagine your first Mother’s Day with Chris and your baby boy.

A/N: Happy Mother’s Day to all the lovely moms out there. I know I’d be lost without mine. Here’s a quick (kinda quick) one shot, it’s written around my favorite couple and favorite little baby boy. ❤️

Chris laid awake next to you and watched as the first light of dawn came to behind the beige chiffon curtains in your master bedroom. It was Mother’s Day and he’d asked Kevin for a little time off his ‘Avengers: Infinity War’ press tour to go home and see you as it was your first ever Mother’s Day. He smiled to himself as he looked over at you, remembering the look you had on your face when he walked through the front door yesterday afternoon. He wasn’t meant to be home until early August, not even for a short four days. It was the greatest Mother’s Day present you could have gotten; Chris’ presence. You kissed him so long and so hard, the world around him spun.

His smile widened when he thought back to the look on his baby boy’s face when he carried him for the first time in four and a half months. Like every other parent who had to leave for long periods of time while their child was still a baby, Chris was worried that his son wouldn’t recognize him. He was afraid that Jack would see him as a stranger even though he FaceTimed the two of you every morning and every night. He was even hesitant to pick Jack up from his rocker, nervous his son would start crying if he did. He was so afraid that he just stood by the front door and observed his son from afar, feet glued to the ground despite your urging him to pick Jack up. Even Dodger urged him, nudging his best friend’s leg with his head.

You assured Chris none of what he was worried about would happen as you spoke about him with your son all the time. You showed him pictures, you watched interviews together, and little home videos you’d shot on your phone. You told Chris how Jack would light up every time he saw him, or heard him on the television, or your laptop, or some other mobile device. Chris managed to take a step closer upon hearing that, but still kept his distance. You sighed and decided to help move the meeting along, knowing the worries your husband were carrying on his shoulders were irrelevant. You walked over to Jack who smiled at you when you lifted him out of his rocker, bouncing him gently as you made your way over to Chris.

“You are so good with him,” Chris told you when he saw the way Jack looked at you, utterly mesmerized by his beautiful mother. “No no no,” he shook his head, taking a step back when you got too close. “I don’t want to scare him, Y/N. Just-” he huffed, “take it slow, please?”

“You’re not going to scare him, Chris,” you chuckled softly and took slow steps towards Chris, who looked like he was ready to run out the door. “Chris, stop.” You narrowed your eyes at Chris when he took another step back as you got closer. “You’re being ridiculous, so can you stop. Please?”

“Sorry,” he mumbled and released some of the tension from his shoulders, allowing you to approach with Jack. The closer you got, the tighter his shoulders got. “Oh my God, he’s not going to cry is he?” He asked you when he saw his son watching him curiously, his tiny head tilted to one side. “Y/N, is he going to-” Jack started laughing, making you smile and Chris flinch. “He’s got the cutest laugh,” Chris looked up at you with a wide grin; you nodded with the same smile. For a second, he forgot he was afraid and unconsciously reached for the hand Jack was holding out. “Hey, buddy.” Jack’s hand wrapped around Chris’ finger. “Have you been looking after your mama for me? Yeah?” Chris laughed along with Jack and you smiled at Dodger as the two of you observed their interaction. “You’re the man of the house now, aren’t you?”

“Do you want to hold him?” You asked and Chris nodded, but made no effort to prepare himself for the pass over. “Sweetheart, you’re not going to scare him. Look at him, he’s so happy to see his daddy. Trust me, it’s going to be okay. If he loves the try-hard mom, he’s going to love the natural dad,” you joked, drawing a smile to Chris’ face. “Here,” you carefully passed Jack over and Chris took him from you like an absolute pro. “See,” you kissed Chris’ cheek as he bounced your giggling son, “there’s nothing to be afraid of.”

“Thank you,” he returned a kiss on your cheek then proceeded to kiss Jack’s. “For this, for him- for everything you’ve given me since we met.” You smiled, gently rubbing Jack’s back as you rubbed Chris’ arm. “How are you doing, Jack?” He spoke to your son with so much joy in his voice. “Are we cool?” Jack cupped Chris’ face in his hands and made soft noises with his lips, making you and Chris laugh. “I know, bud. I miss my beard too.”

Chris returned to reality when he heard soft noises come through the baby monitor. He quickly grabbed it from his bedside table and turned it off, slipping out of bed to attend to him. He was trying to give you the best day of your life, starting with some well-deserved rest. He knew you were playing it cool, but you were having a bit of a hard time doing the whole parenting thing without him. He’d wished he’d gotten you pregnant after his Marvel contract ended, so he could’ve been there for everything. He wanted the whole experience, but he’d only had half a pregnancy, an early labor, and the three months of Jack’s life. As much as he’d like to complain, he couldn’t; he had the perfect wife and the son he’d always wanted. Sure, he’d missed out on a little bit, but it was only the beginning. There was so much more to come that he was going to be there for.

“Good morning, Dodger.” Chris patted Dodger’s head as he walked past him to scoop Jack out of his cot. “Hey, buddy.” He rocked Jack soothingly, smiling when his son wrapped his tiny arms around his neck and rested his head against his chest. “I’ve missed you too, kiddo.” He held Jack as closely as he had last night, rocking his son to sleep before joining you in bed. “I know I haven’t been around, but I’ll be home soon. You and Dodger just keep taking care of your mama for me, okay? I promise I’ll be home soon, to take care of all of you.”

Chris carried Jack for a little while, pacing the room as he enjoyed the simplicity of holding his son in his arms. It was feeling he’d never, ever get sick of. It was peaceful, very zen-like to have Jack’s tiny body held against his chest; to listen to his soft breaths; to kiss his soft hair; to breath him in because babies always smelt good. Chris didn’t know why, but they did. He was so satisfied with his life at that very moment because he was finally a dad able to celebrate Mother’s Day with his wife and child; he was no longer just a son who had to take care of his mom. He was a husband, a father, and he had to show you how grateful he was towards the woman who’d given him that. He needed to make breakfast, and clean the house, and take out the trash, and fix anything that was broken in his absence. He needed to spend today, and the next two and a half days showing how much he loved and appreciated you before he had to leave again. You may have known already, but it wouldn’t have killed him to emphasize.

You instinctively woke at 6:25AM, like every other morning if Jack managed to sleep through the first light of dawn. You turned over and reached for your husband only to find the bed empty and the baby monitor turned off. You smiled because you knew what day it was and what Chris had planned to do for you while he was home. It was sweet, like everything he did. You stretched, grabbing his pillow and hugging it to your chest. Your mom was right about you knocking things out of the park with him, he was absolutely perfect.

You got out of bed and went into the bathroom to get cleaned up. You were coming out of the bathroom when you heard Chris’ footsteps and Dodger’s paws coming down the hall. “Shhh,” you heard Chris tell your babbling son. “We don’t want to wake your mama, I’m just going to sneak into the bathroom to brush-” You smiled at him as your three boys entered the room. “Oh, you’re awake.” He chuckled when you nodded, walking over to him. “Was it us? Were we too loud?”

“No,” you shook your head and held out your arms to take Jack from Chris. “I’m used to waking up early, as is Dodger.” You looked down at Dodger, smiling. “This little guy keeps us up and at it. Don’t you, bud?” You poked your son’s stomach, making him laugh and Chris smile. “You can go brush your teeth, I’ll watch him.”

“Happy Mother’s Day, sweetheart.” He leaned over to peck you on the lips and you smiled. “I’m going to go brush my teeth first, then I’ll come back and give you a proper kiss.” You chuckled and nodded, bouncing your son as you made your way back over to your bed. Dodger joined you, sitting down in front of you and resting his head in your lap.

“How did you sleep, handsome?” You asked your son, smoothing his bedhead with your hand.

“It’s definitely good to be back in bed with my wife,” Chris answered from the bathroom. You laughed and he poked his head out with a toothbrush in his mouth, “oh. You’re talking to Jack,” he said, his words muffled by his brushing.

“Yes I am,” you smiled. “But I’m glad you slept well too, handsome.” You winked at Chris, earning a wink back. “And you, Dodger.” You cooed and scratched his head. “Anyway, Chris.” You looked back up at your husband. “I am really glad to have you back in bed too, it’s been awfully lonely without you around.”

“I know it has been,” Chris murmured, careful not to get any toothpaste anywhere. “I’ll be home soon though.” He walked back in to rinse and spit, then came back out as he dried his face with his face towel. “And then we can actually be a team like I promised.” You smiled and nodded. “I’m really sorry I haven’t been around to help you.” He walked over and sat down next to you; you passed him Jack and he held his son close to his chest. “Really, really sorry.”

“Don’t be,” you shook your head, kissing his cheek. He pressed his lips together, eyes filled with guilt. “Darling,” you chuckled, rubbing his back. “You didn’t run out on me, you went to work. It’s not your fault you’ve been away, you’re making money to provide for this family. So don’t apologize, okay? You haven’t been far, you know I always carry you in my heart.” He cracked a smile and leaned in to kiss you. “I love you,” you told him then met his lips.

“I love you too,” he whispered. “And you’re getting everything you deserve today, don’t you worry.”

“I’ve already gotten everything I need,” you smiled at him. “My three,” you glanced from Dodger, to Jack, to Chris, “beautiful and perfect boys.” Chris chuckled, leaning in for another kiss. “Yeah, I don’t need anything else.”

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Speaking of the Devil (Draco Malfoy x Reader)

Prompt: Draco’s girlfriend getting comforted by Draco himself in a really special way. ;)

Requested: Yes. (4 times)
Word Count: 1,695.
Warning(s): SMUT, fluff.
Note: That was so intense for me to write holy crap.

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You were bored out of your mind, staring out of the window in Potions while Slughorn was talking about some other, stupid potion. Every time you looked at the clock, it’s been seconds since the previous time when you looked at it. Everything was going so slow at school. It felt like you’ve never got some spare time, and oh man, boyfriend Draco knew everything about it. Your relationship wasn’t going so well since you’ve been very busy with school lately and you guys didn’t do things as much as before. And when you were together, it was always you complaining about no freedom and him comforting you.

“Miss Y/N Y/L/N, please head to the headmaster’s office,” you heard and immediately you looked up from the window. What? Where was that voice coming from? Neither from the speakers nor from someone who would be standing at the door.

Your classmates looked at you and even the teacher looked pretty pissed about the interruption.

“Eh…” you said nervous and started to pack your things. You slung the backpack on your back and without saying anything else, you left the classroom, heading to the office

“What the hell did I do?” you groaned at yourself and just when you wanted to walk along a corridor, two strong arms grabbed you by your hips and then one hand clapped in front of your mouth.

You screamed and kicked the person behind you and when you hit his crotch, you heard him hiss and he let go of you. It was obviously a male because of the amazing strength in the arms. Reminded you of your boyfriend.

Speaking of the devil.

“Y/N! What the hell!” he laughed and when you turned around, you saw Draco, standing up because you kicked him to the ground.

“Oh my god sorry Draco, I-I didn’t…”

He shook his head and laughed. “Babe, doesn’t matter,” he said and he wrapped his arms around you.

“What are you doing here? Was it you, who I heard in class?” you asked, knowing the answer already.

“Yeah,” he said, making you furrow your eyebrows, “I took some potion I got from the Weasley twins. Otherwise you would recognize my voice.”

You gasped and hit him in the chest playfully. “You are such a dork, oh my god.”

“But I am your dork,” he grinned as he rubbed your back. You smiled and backed away, but not that much so you were still in his arms.

“What are you doing by the way?” you asked him and you two started walk towards the Slytherin common room.

“Surprising you, thought you could use that,” he said as he placed his lips on yours without waiting for a respond. You reacted immediately and he started to make it rougher by squeezing your bum. You gasped and he slipped his tongue inside your mouth. You couldn’t help but smile and hummed by how smooth Draco was.

He let go of you and smirked. “Let’s continue this, shall we?” he asked and you nodded with a smile, before you were heading to the common room.

“What’d you mean by continuing exactly?” you asked, looking oblivious on purpose. Draco smirked and acted like he was thinking. “I don’t know, how about a dinner in Hogsmeade,” he teased, you knowing he definitely didn’t mean it. But to tease along, you smiled and hugged him.

“Great idea, Draco,” you whispered as you pecked his lips. Confusing flashed across his face, but seeing you getting “excited” changed his mind to a real dinner. Eventually he groaned and murmured: “God dammit,” before arriving at his dorm to have a cuddle session with you.

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You started getting ready kind of early just so you’d be able to take your time and relax a little bit too. After your shower, you put on a pair of cute lace undies and a bralette and sat down on the floor in front of your big mirror, starting to brush your hair.

While your hair was still drying, Draco came into your room and saw you there, half naked, as he said: “Oh my god, babe, you’re so hot.” You kind of brushed it off as just a compliment and not really thought anything of it, until he came up to you, pushed your wet hair to the side and started kissing your neck.

“Draco, I’m trying to curl my eyelashes, can’t you wait until after dinner?” you said and he groaned and walked away because you rarely ever said no to any kind of sex with him but when you said “later” you meant it and he wouldn’t try and push it. So he went into your bathroom and took a shower like it was his own, damn bathroom.

When he came back into your bedroom, he only wore a towel and you saw very clearly that he had a hard on so you laughed as he rolled his eyes and went to get dressed. You started drying your hair with one hand and scrolled through Instagram with the other so you weren’t really paying any attention to him. 

After a couple of minutes your hair was finally dry, so you turned off the hair dryer and the first thing you heard, was Draco moaning. Immediately you looked up and saw him watching you in the mirror with one hand in his boxers, slow movements visible. 

“Oh my god, Draco,” you laughed at the effect you had on him. Getting up from your place on the floor, you climbed on the bed and straddled him. “Y/N, I need you so bad,” he said quietly. “You look so hot when you’re pleasuring yourself, how could I say no to you?” you mumbled against his neck as you started kissing your way down his body. 

The kisses were sloppy and slow and just as you were about to unwrap the towel from his body, he said: ‘No, Y/N, please, can we skip the teasing?’

You raised one eyebrow, palming him through his towel before lifting yourself up again and earning a groan from him.

‘Alright baby boy, let me show what you got,’ you whispered in his ear as you felt his heart pounding in his chest like crazy. You thought you heard him whimpering, but as soon as you wanted to do something else, he flipped you around as a surprised sound left your mouth.

When you looked up to his eyes, they were dark and full of lust, ready to drill you into the mattress and fuck you senseless until you were unable to walk to next couple of days. And god, if that didn’t work on you, then what would?

Yeah, nothing.

He slowly took off your freshly new panties as you slowly unwrapped the towel around his waist. Moment later you two were totally naked, your bralette was being thrown across the room. Not before Draco complimented you about how smoking hot you looked in it of course, but he didn’t feel a little bit sorry about ripping them of your chest.

The tip of his dick was touching your entrance, his head dipped in the crook of you shoulder, leaving hickeys all over the place. In one, swift move he entered you, groans and muffled profanities leaving your mouths as he started to pick up the pace.

‘Draco, oh- oh my god,’ you moaned his name, which made him go harder like you were encouraging him. You dug your nails in his back and left scratches every time he pumped in to you. The pain made him moan even more as he rested his forehead on your forehead, looking at your eyes so lustfully, finally getting what he wanted.

His pumps started to slow down, him not entering you fully anymore, so you took this opportunity to toss him on his back so you could ride him.

‘Y/N, oh,’ he moaned as he grabbed your hips while you were bouncing up and down his cock, the end hitting your g-spot every time you hit his hips. Your hand searched for one of his as you entangled your fingers with his, before you started to circle around him, Draco pushing his head into the mattress because of the different move you made.

When you started to slow down, Draco sat up a bit, leaning on his elbows as he pumped with your movements, skin slapping against each other. ‘Yes, yes, yes,’ you started to chant in moans when he hit the right angle, him going even faster as you couldn’t keep up with the pace anymore, tired of bouncing.

‘I’m… almost… there,’ you groaned and then again, Draco flipped you two over.

‘Me too babe, me too,’ he whispered in a husky voice as his thumb made circles on your clit, wanting to let you finish first like the real gentleman he was.

You screamed and tried to muffle it with screaming into his chest, but it didn’t really work. Seconds after your orgasm, Draco pulled out of you and came on your stomach, exhaling a deep, throaty moan. 

After some while, he collapsed next to you on your bed as you tried to catch your breath again, because bloody hell, that was probably the best sex you guys have ever had. And there was nothing to complain about, it was amazing.

Draco grabbed your hand again, this time tenderly and soft, like it was made out of glass, as he pulled you close, pulling the sheets over your two, sweaty naked bodies. ‘That was so great, Y/N,’ he breathed out as he started to play with your hair, your eyelids starting to get heavy even though it was only 7 pm.

'No diner I guess?’ you whispered as you felt Draco chuckling heavily. 

'This was your desert.’ You giggled before nuzzling in his chest more, letting your eyes close as you were very tired all of the sudden. 

'Goodnight baby,’ he whispered as you responded with a sound that was supposed to sound like a yes, but after a couple of seconds you drifted off to sleep, Draco following minutes later with his arms secure around your body.

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This was so intense, my hands are sweaty, I feel so weird about this but it’s so hot… I JUST WROTE THAT WOAH.

Draco Malfoy doesn’t need a condom, he’s a damn wizard alright.

I listened to Frozen songs while writing this, it was so weird I’m laUGHING.

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I might be a little off my game but hopefully this is what you were looking for. I rather enjoyed writing the dialogue for this so I hope it suits the characters. This was requested by thegirlwiththeimpala so enjoy! I hope there was enough fluff for you - I decided to shake it up and not write a kissing scene. I think it would have been too out of place at this stage in their relationship but let me know your honest opinion, I appreciate the feedback.

Prompt: Can you do a oneshot were Steve and you are watching a movie together and fall asleep on the couch and the avengers (Tony and Nat!?) find you in the morning (cuddled up) and think it´s really sweet and taking a picture. When you and Steve see the photo you admit you like each other. Really fluffy. <3

“The Photograph” (Part 1)

“Well that film absolutely sucked.” Steve snorted as the credits began to roll. Kicking the blanket away with your feet, you heaved your legs off of his lap. The minute you did so, your calves missed the gentle touch of his hands which he had been resting atop the blanket.

“It wasn’t that bad, was it?” You giggled as you approached the DVD player.
“Yes, (y/n), it was. Frankly, the plot was predictable and the relationship between Reed and Susan was stale.” You rolled your eyes as the device spit the DVD tray back out, almost as if it was rejecting your “The Fantastic Four” DVD. You still didn’t understand why it was so disliked – you thought it was quite an enjoyable film.
“Oh, what would you know about love and all that jazz?” You laughed. You didn’t notice the way his eyes stared longingly at you in silent response to your question. Eventually, he was forced to say something else.
“Don’t even get me started on the actor who played the fire guy – what was his name? Johnny Storm? He was awful.”

“Well alright then, you can pick the next DVD if you like.” You replied. Having returned the disc to its case, you gestured to the small selection of films you had extracted from your ever-growing collection.
“(Y/n), it’s nearly midnight.” Steve pointed out with a smile that suggested he didn’t really care.
“I didn’t say we’d watch all of it… Even if we fall asleep here, I’m not letting up until you have watched a film you don’t complain after.”
Steve’s eyes pored over the films you had piled up on the coffee table in front of him – nothing really jumped out.
“Oh, I don’t know, why don’t you just choose?” He asked rhetorically.
“Because every time I do, I get a bloody monologue afterwards telling me why it’s such a crap film. Now pick something so I can’t be held responsible.” You demanded. Steve smirked at the authority that you were showing.
“Fine. That one.” He said, jutting out his index finger at a box halfway down the pile. Following the direction in which he was pointing, you saw the faces of Gary Sinise and John Malkovich looking back at you.

Of Mice and Men.

“Good choice.” You said before dealing with the disc. As the DVD whirred into action, you picked up the remote and returned to your position on the sofa, draping the thick blanket over your legs. Steve turned to you.
“What are you doing?”
“Well, when people place their asses on a surface and stay there it’s usually referred to as ‘sitting down’. Didn’t realise that was such a novelty in the 40s.” You muttered whilst adjusting the blanket. After playfully hitting you as punishment for your sarcasm, Steve explained.
“No shit Sherlock. I meant that you’ve moved further away.” He sighed. Without realising, you had indeed sat next on the seat next to him as opposed to how you’d initially sat – with your legs across his lap which he fondly stroked. He held up his arm so that you could crawl next to him and you obliged.

“I’ve read the book and I know how this ends – if it’s as sad as I remember then I’m going to need you here to comfort me.” He smiled wistfully.
“This coming from the man who fought Nazis-OW!” You yelped. Steve had pinched you in the rib to stop you being sarcastic.
“Bravery has nothing to do with sentimentality…” He chuckled. With your arms wrapped around his torso and your head on his chest, it was difficult for you to look up at him though it didn’t stop you from trying.
“Wow, that’s actually, surprisingly deep, Steve.” You giggled.
“I do have a brain, you know.”
“Really? Well, let me know if you ever fancy using it.”

Pinch.

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Imagine Chris helping you take care of your little sister.

A/N: I know it’s been a while, I’ve been suffering from good old writer’s block. Anyway, here’s a piece. I think there may be a part 2 to this, but don’t quote me. We’ll see how the response for this one is. X

Your little sister, Olive, watched cartoons in your living room with your boyfriend, Chris, while you stood in your kitchen on the phone with your mom. The two of you were in the argument of your life thanks to the actions of the youngest member in your family. Your eight year old sister had managed to ditch school after her nanny dropped her off, and somehow found her way to your apartment which was two hours away. As upset as the two of you were at her, you couldn’t help but be amazed by her; she’d only ever been to your apartment with the company of another adult, how she remembered the directions and the address was beyond you.

“Do you think you can watch Olive for a few hours?” Your mom asked and you sighed. “I know you’ve got a big meeting later, but I’ve got a client coming in in about fifteen minutes and your dad’s still operating. I’d send Zoe, but she’s clearly fired after today.” You tried to get a word in but she interrupted, “it’s just a few hours, Y/N.”

“Mom, I can’t risk missing today’s meeting,” you argued. “It’s down to me and-”

“I know, sweetheart,” she said then sighed, “look. I promise I’ll be there before you have to go, I just have to take this client and I’ll cancel the rest of my day. Just give me a few hours,” she told you and you sighed again. “It’s too bad Chris is in Houston, otherwise he could help babysit Olive. He lives for that stuff,” she chuckled softly and you did the same; that was true, he loved her.

“Actually-” you began then winced when you remembered both of you had wanted to keep his return a secret. He had come back a week early to surprise you and he had told no one so he could spend the week with you with no interruptions, but desperate times. “Chris got back early to surprise me, his plane landed at like four in the morning.”

“Great, do you-”

“Mom,” you frowned, “did you not hear what I just said? His plane landed at like four in the morning, he’s exhausted and he needs some sleep. Just-” you ran a hand through your hair; your stress levels were starting to build up. “Finish-” Chris snatched your phone out of your hand before you could say anymore.

“Hi Mom,” Chris greeted your mom, smiling at you even though you were frowning at him. “Thank you, it’s really good to be home. Can’t say I miss your daughter’s angry face though,” he poked your side and your lips quirked slightly. “Don’t worry, I’m more than happy to watch Olive. No, it’s fine. I’m sure she’ll be more than happy to take a nap with me,” he joked then chuckled at something your mom said. “Sure, we’ll talk to you later.” With a smile, he hung up.

“You didn’t have to do that,” you told him as he put the phone down on the kitchen counter. “I know you’re exhausted.” He shrugged nonchalantly. “She’s not your responsibility, Chris. She’s my sister and-” He cut you off with a quick peck on your lips.

“She’s going to be my sister when I marry you,” he whispered, pressing his forehead against yours; you smiled at the thought of him proposing after being together for four years. “Relax, okay? I know I said I was going to sleep while you were at your meeting, but I can sleep when I’m dead.” You chuckled at that. “C'mon,” he took your hand and led you out of the kitchen and into the living room. “She thinks you’re mad at her and I know you’re not, so go tell her that.”

Olive was still sitting on the couch with her eyes glue to the television, but you could tell from the guilty look on her face that she hadn’t been watching Tom&Jerry. You and Chris stood in the archway and watched her; you were yet to decide if you were upset with her. It didn’t take you long to decide because this was your baby sister, no matter what she did or said- there wouldn’t be a day where you wouldn’t have a soft spot for her.

“Are you mad at me?” Olive sheepishly asked, looking over at you. You sighed with a small smile as you made your way over to her. “I’m really sorry, Sissy. I know you had a big meeting today, I just didn’t-” You knelt down in front of her as her pretty brown eyes welled with tears. “I’m so sorry,” she started to cry.

“Don’t be, sweet pea.” You took her small hands in yours. “It’s only a meeting, okay?” You lied to her, “I can always reschedule.” You pulled one hand away and lifted her chin with your index finger. “Don’t cry, sweetheart. It’s not important, it’s just a meeting. You’re okay,” you brushed her tears away with your hand.

“But Mom and Dad both said that it’s important,” she sniffled. “They said it’s about big movie deal and that if you miss it, you’re going to lose the job and get into big trouble with your agent. I knew that and I still came, I’m so sorry. I’m going to ruin your career,” she wept and your heart ached.

“She’s not going to miss her meeting, bug.” Chris walked over and sat down next to Olive, wrapping a comforting arm around her small frame. “Don’t worry, she’s going to go to her meeting and you’re going to hang out with me. It’s okay,” he gently rubbed her arm. “Hey,” he said and she looked up at him, sniffling. “Your sister’s career is not that easy to ruin, she’s dating a dumb dork and she’s still one of the highest ranking actresses in Hollywood.” He joked, drawing soft giggles from Olive, and a chuckle from you. “There’s that smile,” he poked her cheek and her giggles became louder.

“Why don’t you tell us why you ditched school?” You asked and saw her facials contorted with angst. “We can’t help you if you don’t tell us, Olive.” You told her when she looked hesitant to tell you and Chris; she glanced between the both of you, chewing on the inside of her cheek.

“You’re friends with Captain America for a reason, bug.” Chris whispered in her ear and she managed a small smile. “Whatever it is, I promise you that I will do everything in my power to protect you. Just tell us what happened,” he gently urged.

Her head dropped and she whispered softly, “everybody thinks I’m weird.” She looked up and continued, “they all think it’s impossible that I’m your sister. Nobody believes me when I tell them, they say that we are nothing alike and that I’m lying when I say I know you and Chris. But I’m not lying, Sissy.” She lowered her gaze and mumbled to herself, “I’m not lying.”

“I know you’re not,” you chuckled softly, lifting her chin so you could meet her gaze. “How can it be a lie when we’re right in front of you?” She smiled when you booped her nose. “Baby, people are going to say what they’re going to say. You can’t stop that, but you can stop letting it affect you. It doesn’t matter what they think because you are my sister and you do know us.”

“Yeah,” Chris nodded. “You’re the one that gets to come to our premieres, you’re the one that gets to hang out on our sets, you’re the one I carry on my shoulders at football games and have tickle fights with.” He reminded her, playfully tickling her sides and making her laugh. “Not your school mates,” he told her, smiling. “So who cares what they think? They’re just jealous they don’t have the same opportunities you do. Just keep your head up, play it cool, and it’ll blow over soon.”

“Yeah,” you agreed. “And if it doesn’t, I think Captain America and I can drop by and pick you up after school one day.” You suggested and she looked between the two of you with a wide grin. “Can’t we, Cap?” You winked at him and he winked back, nodding. “That’ll show them, won’t it?” You asked Olive and she nodded excitedly. “But you have to promise me something if you want that to happen.”

“Anything,” she nodded.

“Don’t ever do something like this again,” you told her with slightly narrowed eyes and she lowered her gaze sheepishly. “What if something happened to you on your way here, Olive? You’re eight years old, someone could’ve just grabbed you off the street.” You scolded. “This was a very stupid thing to do, you know that right?”

“I know, but-” she looked up, trying to argue but was cut off by your glare; Chris pressed his lips together, suppressing his smile because it seemed like that glare of yours worked on anyone. “I know,” she mumbled, lowering her gaze once more. “I won’t do it again, Sissy.”

“Good,” you softened your facials. “To be honest, I’m more impressed than upset. How on earth did you find your way here by yourself?” You asked as you rose to your feet; your eyes narrowed when you saw your boyfriend and your sister share a knowing smile. “Is that why your bagel run took so long, because you drove two hours to pick her up?”

“No, it took so long because the line was ridiculously long,” he stuck with his story and you shot him a weary look. “And I had to wait for Scott to drop her off,” he added then pressed his lips together. “What?” He chuckled when you scoffed. “She texted me and told me she didn’t want to go to school, I mean- have you ever seen me say no to you Y/L/N ladies? Scott was in that area so I asked if he could pick her up and drop her off.”

“How did you know Chris was coming back?” You asked Olive.

“Because he told me he was coming home early to surprise you,” she giggled. “He’s also-”

“Uh uh,” Chris cut her off, laughing, his hand over her mouth. “You’ve said too much already.”

“What are you talking about?” You raised an eyebrow.

“Nothing,” Chris smiled. “You should go get ready for your meeting, don’t you also have some emails and whatnots to attend to?” He quizzed and you nodded, narrowing your eyes at his odd behavior. “Go on,” he beckoned his head towards your home office. “We’ll be fine, we’re just going to watch some Tom&Jerry. Right, Olive?” He asked her and she nodded, noising agreement into his hand.

“Whatever,” you chuckled softly and made your way into the home office.

In the living room, Chris and Olive discussed out of your earshot. “She has no clue you’re going to propose, does she?” Olive asked her soon-to-be brother-in-law, giggling. “I am so excited!” She squealed, hopping off the couch. “When are you going to do it? Can I see the ring? Please, Chris? Can I see it?” She jumped up and down; Chris laughed and rose to his feet, picking her up with one arm and spinning her.

“How about you quiet down before you ruin the surprise?”


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Mike’s Call-outs and Backstories in the Worst Intervention EverTM

I enjoyed the Worst Intervention EverTM - I liked the glimpse into the vaults of caution and resentment civilised Mike gathers, assesses, and locks away that junkie-comedown-Mike is all too willing to toss out of the pram. His “you don’t get to talk to me” at Paige, especially after the incredulous-eyebrows at “and that we love you,” was a particularly satisfying testament to what Aaron said about Mike “putting aside some of the things he may actually feel about it” in early episodes in order to halt her self-destruction. I also liked the revelation of his darker feelings about Briggs, both the cover-ups and the saviour complex, especially in the light of how he does still seek his approval and feel guilt over his role in the FBI’s discovery of these secrets. His pause at the warning look Charlie gives him during the murder-rant, before the unusual invocation of the baby, could suggest that his original impulse was to bring up Juan Badillo. I like that while, presumably checked by Charlie, he doesn’t go there, he does skate on the cusp of exposing Paige’s betrayal - and it’s Briggs, who’d once intended to do that, who stops him. Well, he did promise.

But the outburst that really intrigued me was his seemingly left-field call-out of Jake’s previous alcoholism and family problems. Right before this episode, I’d actually been writing a bit of meta on how I wish Graceland would draw on their presumably-canonical (details have generally corroborated so far, hence) backstories to lend a subtle context to the characters’ sometimes baffling inclinations, and 3.07 delivers both directly with Charlie’s anecdote, and a frustratingly tantalising ‘could it be - please be’ with Mike’s attack on Jakes.

Discussion of Mike’s DJ call-out, his bond with Charlie, and his saviour complex complex vis-à-vis Briggs and Paige in view of his backstory under the cut:

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Under Arrest 

s u m m a r y // You and Justin host a Halloween party but afterwards you have a surprise for Justin.

*contains mature content*

(sorry for any mistakes I’ don’t feel like reading over it atm)

You felt a bunch of kisses being pressed to your face, the scent of Justin’s minty toothpaste filling your nostrils. Fluttering your eyes open, he pecked your lips making you groan. “Wake up sweetheart.” He smiled, nudging your face with his chin. You shook your head no playfully, turning on your side so you could fall back asleep. “Y/n,” He hummed, cuddling up behind you, his cold hands roaming under his t-shirt of his you’re wearing.  You smacked his hand away, laying on your stomach so he could stop groping you. “Get up baby.” He cooed, laying his head on back, his fingertips crawled up your spine making you shiver. His slyly picked you up in his arms, your head hitting his bare chest as he carried you bridal style into the bathroom. Your eyes shot open as soon as you heard the sound of the water pouring out the shower.

“No, no, no, no.” You shirked, trying to get out his hold. He laughed, tugging his boxers down with one hand. He stepped in the shower as you tried to get out his grip but it was too late. The warm steamy water soaked the white t-shirt. He put you down, your cold feet hitting the tile, a pout on your lips. “I hate you.” You huffed, as his hungry eyes stared at your hard nubs through the t-shirt. You playfully rolled your eyes, your fingers tugging the shirt over your head along with your panties.

“You love me.” He responded, his hands finding their way to your waist. “Are you excited for the Halloween party tonight?” He questioned, turning you around so you back could press against his chest, the now hot water rushing down over the both of you. You hummed in response as Justin grabbed the shampoo, beginning to massage in into your scalp.

“I have two costumes, one for the party and one for the after party.” You teased, leaning your head back into his magic fingers. He stopped for a moment thinking about what you just said. You guys didn’t plan for an after party—with your guest.

“What after party?” He questioned as you turned around to wash the shampoo from your hair. You didn’t answer him, just gave him a shy smile, his eyebrows furrowing.

Stepping towards him, you brushed your lips against his neck, “I’ll just say that the after party evolves you me and a bed.” You whispered, your voice vibrating against his neck. He sucked in a sharp breath as you pulled away. Grabbing the pink luffa from hanging on the shower wall, you squirted the peach smelling body wash on it, turning your back to Justin as you washed yourself.  

“How about we cancel the party and skip to the after party.” He husked, kneading his hands into your ass. You bit down on your lower lip trying not to give into his temptations. “So you’re dressing up from me?” He asked. “A little nurse costume?” He added, trying to figure out your second costume. You shook your head no. You went out a few days ago and found a sexy police costume. You know he’s going to love it because it’s unexpected. He’s had his little school girl fantasies but this one will surprise him. “A school girl? I’ve always dreamed of fucking you in one of the skirts.” He admitted, making you giggle.

“Nope, but you’ll see.” You said, pressing a chaste kiss on his lips while the soap washed off your body. Before he could ask for more you stepped out the shower, many curse words leaving his lips. Just as you were pulling you jeans up your legs he stepped into the room, you two share without a towel wrapped around his torso. You shook your head playfully at his attempt to make you give in. “Get dressed, we need to get more decorations remember?” You proposed. He gave a subtly wink as you watched his non-hard cock swing as he walked. You rubbed your hands over your face regretting ever telling him about your little surprise…he’s going not going to let it go all day.

Over the next few hours, you and Justin picked up more decorations, the Halloween cake and other things. He teased you the whole by doing little things: he would rub his hand up and down your thigh while driving, discreetly grope your ass in your skinny jeans at the store, and kiss your neck to catch you off guard.

Sliding the tights up your legs, Justin’s arms locked around your waist making you jump. “Am I in heaven because I think I’ve found an angel?” He smirked, stepping back a little to get a full view of your costume as you laughed at him. You’re wearing a white leotard with white stocking and white pump heels. “It’s still not too late to cancel and just have the after party.” He grinned, his eyes scanning up and down your body.

“Shouldn’t you be putting on your costume?” You posed, looking over his all white attire. He never told you what he’s going to be so you’ve been kind of curios.

“This is my costume; kind of…I have wings too.” He smiled, making you grin from ear to ear.

“Aw, you’re matching me?” You tried to hide the loving smile from your face. He nodded his head, sweeping his blonde hair from his face. You placed your hands on his cheeks, giving him a big kiss on his sweet lips. “You’re so cute, you know that?” You smiled widely. “Help me put on my wings.” You turned around, sliding your arms under the string, adjusting it you fixed your halo over your head, Justin stuffing his hands in his pocket.

“You look gorgeous baby.” He complimented, ambling into the walk in close to grab his white angel wings. You watched as he slid them on, his tattoos being emphasized by all the white he’s wearing. “Oh god everyone on Instagram and twitter are going to start saying we’re relationship goals.” He joked, taking his phone out his pocket. You giggled at his comment strutting over to him in your heels so you could take some pictures before everyone arrives. He posted three of the picture you two took on Instagram, one of just you, one of just him, and another of you two together with his lips pressed against your smiling cheek. He captioned the picture of you by yourself with ‘my angel’, the picture of him with ‘the angel’s boyfriend’ and the last one with ‘angel kisses’. His captions are always so cheesy but you think it’s cute.

Scattering the food around the house, the doorbell rang singling your friends are starting to show up. Justin answered the door, the sound of his friends greeting him making you smile. “Baby, they’re here.” Justin yelled, walking into the kitchen with squad shortly behind them.

“Hey.” You laughed, a little scared of some of their costumes. You’re happy Justin didn’t try to be a killer clown or something because those things have always scared you. “Nice costumes.” You complimented, hugging them each one by one. Za is some type of zombie, Hailey is a cat, Khalil is a basketball player, and Kendall is a mouse.

“You look good too Y/N, I like the matching outfits.” Kendall said, pointing between you and Justin. Throughout the night, you all joked around eating food, talking and watching scary movies. You’re currently cuddled up to Justin, hiding your face in his chest from the bloody screen. He covered your eyes for you, pressing his lips against his forehead. Checking his watch, he saw that the time is almost one and he’s been eager for your “after party” all day. “I think I’m going to start heading home, I have an early flight tomorrow.” Kendall yawned, standing up from the suede couch. You nodded your head as the rest of squad starting saying similar things. After saying your goodbyes to them, Justin walked them out. You took this opportunity to run upstairs to your room.

Going into the walk in closet, you grabbed the bag off the top shelf you hid, along with your black stiletto heels. You hurried into the bathroom shutting the door. Sliding the leotard off, your kicked your tights off, tossing your angel wings and halo to the side. Sliding the black shorts up your legs, you slipped on the black high knee socks. “Babe?” Justin called, his voice slightly far. You hurried putting on the black lace push up bra, the cropped police shirt with it. “Y/N,” He yelled again his raspy voice closer than before, as you put the hat over your head, quickly putting on your heels. You grabbed the fake handcuffs unlocking the bathroom door to see him walking in the room. He stopped in his tracks, taking a minute to look over you attire. “Damn baby.” He breathed, stepping closer to you.

You smirked at him moving behind him, placing a kiss on his neck. “You’re under arrest.” You teased, pushing him towards the bed. He plopped down on top of the duvet, your fingers tugging his white t-shirt over his head. Wrapping the handcuffs around his wrist, you left his hands hanging with the headboard.

“I’m sure we can work something out ma’am.” He rasped, licking his pink lips. You straddled his thighs toying your fingertips up his abs, stopping at his cross tattoo.

“I’m sure it can.” You replied, his eyes flashing with lust. Keeping contact with his hazel brown eyes, your lips grazed all over his chest, a loud huff leaving his lips. You’ve been waiting to tease him all night—waiting for his begging. Kissing down his abdomen, you stopped at his happy trail, his breath excellerating. Sitting back up straight, you grabbed his chin, colliding your wet lips with his. He grunted into the kiss, the sound of him trying to get out the handcuffs making you giggle. You could taste a bit of the frosting form the cake on his lips. Smacking your lips together, you ran your fingers through his blonde hair. You pulled away, bringing his bottom lip with you in the process. He pursed his lips wanting more, his tongue begging to tangle with yours. You parted your lips intertwining your tongue with his. A groan coming from his mouth. Your fingertips roamed down his chest, tugging on the band of his white jeans, your head titling to get more access to his kiss.

Popping the button to his jeans, you pulled his zipper down, his Calvin Klein boxers coming to view. Detaching his lips from yours, you nuzzled you head into his neck. Searching for his sweet spot, you nipped at his hot skin once you found it, his hands wanting nothing more than to roam all over your  body. Your boobs surrounded his face, close to his desperate lips as they were practically falling out your bra. You flicked your tongue against his skin, holding your hips away from his to remove his jeans.

“Baby,” He grumbled, as your threw them to the side, standing up on the bed. You turned around, one foot on each side of his body, slowly pulling the tight black leather shorts down your legs. Bending over so he could get a clear of your lace thong. He wiggled in the silver handcuffs making you laugh at little. “It’s not funny Y/N.” He groaned as you straddled him once again, purposely rubbing yourself over his crotch.

“I think it’s pretty funny…reminds me of all those times you would tease the hell out of me…now it’s your turn.” You sassed, turning around so your back could face him. You scooted your ass a little closer to his face as if you were about to do the sixty-nine position but that’s not happening tonight. Moving your fingertips down your body, you teasingly moved your panties to the side trying to show him your current arousal. He whispered a low “fuck”. You could tell this was torturing him but he’ll love it later. Sliding two finger up and down your arousal, he continued to try to wiggle out the handcuffs. Turning back around to face him you pulled his boxers down, his hard cock springing free. He breathed deeply as you shimmed out your lace panties as well. You brushed your fingers against his sensitive tip, his breath hitching.

Leaning down you pressed your lips against it making him flinch. “Shit, Y/N” He cursed, his eyes shooting daggers into yours. You moved up his torso, placing him between your folds. You slid his tip up and down a moan leaving your precious lips. You dug your teeth into your bottom lip your clit rubbed against him, getting the same satisfaction as he is at the moment. “Baby, please put it in.” He begged, looking down at your sexes rub together. You shook your head no, not wanting the pleasure to stop. “Please.” He breathed, twitching under you. Giving in you placed him at your entrance, your mouth dropping wide open once your bodies collided.

Rocking your hips against his, he leaned his head back on the headboard, your hands clinging to his chest. You moved your hips back and forth leaning down and attaching his lips to yours again. The sound of your moans and your lips smacking together echoed in the room. You reached up to his hands, undoing the lock on his hands cuffs to let his arms loose. As soon as you did, your back hit the thick duvet, his hands wasting no time in ripping the rest of what your wearing from your body. “You did good baby.” He husked, throwing your lace bra to the side. Grabbing the handcuffs he flipped you on your stomach attaching the to your wrist. Bringing your ass up he gave it a light smack as he thrusted inside you. You moaned loudly, your face plastered against the satin sheets. You furiously bit your bottom lip having no other way to contain yourself. Smacking your ass again, you began to slightly regret taking his hands cuffs off but you’ve been yearning for his touch all day.

“Oh my god, Justin.” You gasped, feeling your legs start to shake. He held on to your waist, pounding into with as much force as he could. “Fuck.” You moaned, the black headboard banging against the wall. After a few more thrust your body face, practically falling out his grip onto the bed. He unlocked the handcuffs from your wrist kissing your cheek softly. “That did not go as planned.” You whined, pouting your lips. 

“At least you tried baby.” He chuckled, kissing your forehead.

The problem with Domestic!Avengers stories is that certain characters become very difficult to find gifs for. I’m not complaining - they’re great fun to write, but it means I have to stretch to using gifs of the actors rather than the characters which in some cases can ruin the illusion. It’s nothing too drastic here though, it actually works quite nicely, so I hope that @twilighost123‘s request is as fun for you guys to read as it was for me to write. Enjoy, my darlings! 

Prompt: Can you a Bucky x reader where whenever you’re alone with him he’s flirty and playful with you but whenever someone else shows up or is around he goes into tough Winter Soldier mode please

“Façade”

You hadn’t known him that long. So when Bucky Barnes came and put his arm around you, to say your heart was beating out of your chest was an understatement. You had peacefully been watching television when the Winter Soldier had collapsed onto the sofa next to you. The next thing you know he was sliding his arm incredibly subtly around your shoulders.

“What’re you doing there Buck?” You asked when you felt his hand brush past your neck.
“Just gettin’ comfy.” He said. After taking a quick breath, you continued channel hopping as Bucky gradually snuggled closer and closer to you. When you settled on a documentary about dinosaurs, he grunted.
“Problem?”
“This is dull.”
“No, it’s not. It’s-”

Bucky scrambled across your lap and attempted to pry the remote from your fingers. You stretched your arm further out but he was determined and soon was leaning fully across your lap before he had finally gotten hold of it. Instead of returning to his seat, Bucky simply decided to stay there and block your view of the TV with his torso whilst finding something more suitable. He skipped past a couple of things before eventually deciding to go back to the documentary.
“You’re right. Nothing else was on.”

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Little Dameron


Request: An AU, where the reader is Poe’s lil sis -she’s in her early 20s- and in a party at Leia and Han’s house, she met Kylo, eventually both started dating but everyone is like “hell no, stay away from her, you gonna break her heart”. Sorry for my english

A/N: Thank you @niniel3nenya for the request, sorry it took a while! It’s short, hope you enjoy! + let’s pretend that’s not Lena lol (GIF NOT MINE)

Word Count: 1.2K+

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It was one thing to take you to a party you really wanted to go to, and it was another thing to completely ditch you for his group of friends–thanks, Poe–you didn’t know whether to find him and chew him out for being a terrible big brother or flat out just sit there and do nothing. Of course, the latter would have been nicer if there wasn’t constant movement and for the fact that the music was too loud for your liking. “Why am I even here, I literally could’ve forced myself out of this…” You mumbled to yourself, mindlessly walking around the less cluttered halls of the house as you had grown bored out of your mind. “Damn you, Poe.” Crossing your arms and rolling your eyes at the sight of a few drunks. Everywhere you went to escape, there was always someone or something in the way.

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seasons have changed and so have we by jesswritesthings : 20K | Rated: Mature

He doesn’t think of Liam when he fucks into the guy he can’t remember the name of in the back of his Range Rover or the time he spreads Michael one of his employee’s on his and Liam’s bed and eats him out before sending him on his way with a small kiss on his lips. He doesn’t but he cries in the morning after in one of Liam’s shirts as he watches their wedding videos and thinks over where everything went wrong and why he couldn’t still be in love with this guy that gives him and supports him through everything.

or

Where Zayn doesn’t love Liam like he use too.

Home by jesswritesthings | Words: 6K | Rated: teens and up

where Liam thinks zayn is cheating or bored but really he was just planning a surprise

i wish it never ended with a heartbreak by jesswritesthings | Words: 2K | Rated: teens and up | major character death

“Hello from the other side
I must’ve called a thousand times
To tell you I’m sorry for everything that I’ve done
But when I call you never seem to be home…”

before the sun comes by jesswritesthings | Words: 1K | Rated: teens and up 

the sun isn’t up but Liam decides to be a little shit.

Zayn likes to tease Liam by speaking urdu.

baby, kiss me before they turn the lights out by jesswritesthings | Words: 8K | Rated: teens and up

Liam and Zayn kiss beside a Ferris wheels at the fair before they close down for the night.

Cards on the Table by StormDancer | Words: 33K | Rated: Mature

Slowly, very slowly, Zayn nods. “After the job,” he agrees, and turns to leave. But then he pauses, with his hand on the doorknob, and Liam braces himself because he knows the signs of a Zayn Malik bit of wisdom coming. “But Liam—” he talks to the side, not looking back, “You keep on wanting me to show my hand. But you–you’ve barely got any money in the pot.”

In which Liam pines, Zayn broods, Louis is manic, Harry charms everyone, Niall makes the best sandwiches, and stealing the money is barely the point at all.

the boys of the summer by countthestars | Words: 22K | Rated: Mature

Louis cracks open his can and holds it up in a toast. “To the best summer of our lives,” he declares.

“To graduating high school,” Harry adds.

“To beer!” Niall crows.

Liam looks around the fire at his three best friends in the entire world, the rest of summer stretching out in front of them as vast and endless as the ocean. There’s nowhere on earth he’d rather be.

“To friendship,” he says.

Four cans clink together in a toast and just for a moment, Liam feels like he’s invincible.

;

Liam is 17 the summer he falls in love.

Boys of Summer (Solstice) by ballsdeepinharry | Words: 13K | Rated: Mature

It’s 1999 in SoCal. Zayn just graduated high school but all he cares about is riding bikes and occasionally getting high and getting dragged around to parties by his two best friends— Niall and Harry.

Niall rides bikes that he makes out of stolen parts and Harry is just a broke kid with a skateboard and a ridiculously high IQ.

Liam lives a privileged life, everything handed to him on a silver platter, but all he dreams of is being a pro skater. Louis is Liam’s best friend (if not his mischievous sidekick) who doesn’t mind stirring up trouble with the kids from the other side of the tracks.

You Never Give Up On Me by sunshinexbomb | Words: 31K | Rated: Mature

Zayn doesn’t know if it’s funny or a little sad that they keep skirting around this thing they’ve gotten themselves into. Sometimes it hurts knowing that Liam never asks him to stay even though Zayn knows he wants him to. He wonders how long he can keep doing this, can keep waiting for Liam, and he doesn’t know if it scares him or not that he could possibly wait forever.

In which Zayn is an English teacher tempted to write awful poetry about the warm coffee color of Liam’s eyes, Liam is a primary ed teacher and single parent who thinks he’s too busy to be in a relationship, Niall and Harry are the sickeningly cute newlywed teachers in the school, and Louis is a drama teacher who is not-so-patiently waiting for the day of his own wedding.

This Love Left a Permanent Mark by harrietelizabeth | Words: 25K | Rated: Explicit 

Liam’s memory of Zayn is a summer afternoon, scraping enough money together between them for ice creams and a pack of smokes, the window open in Liam’s room to entice a breeze inside. It’s midnight conversations and early morning kisses, still half asleep. It’s all the words Liam never knew how to say until he heard them from Zayn’s lips.

And Zayn’s memory of Liam is….well, that’s the problem. Liam has no idea.

i’m not crazy, i’m just a little unwell by redsweater | Words: 27K | Rated: Mature

“You need to get over the fact we haven’t shared everything together babe,” Liam mumbles tired.

Zayns shakes his head, “I do not. Couples must experience everything together. I know smoking our first cigarette together is stupid, but it makes me happy considering I didn’t get drunk with you my first time, nor did I lose my virginity to you.” Zayn gives Liam a pointed look, like he dares him to say something about that topic.

zayn is special, and liam’s in love

searching for a sweet surrender (but this is not the end) by grayaolouis | 18K | Rated: Teen and up audiences 

Louis Tomlinson and Harry Styles, the two most loved coaches on The Voice UK known for their banter on the show and best friendship off. Louis’s determined to win and finally end Harry’s winning streak with Zayn Malik on his team, but Harry’s flirting and Liam Payne have different plans.

— Or an AU based off the Voice where Louis’s Adam, Harry’s Blake, Niall’s Shakira, Zayn and Liam have a cliche Romeo/Juliet love story and Louis’s too old for pathetic pining.

Black Treacle by littlenoona | Words: 68K | Rated: Explicit | ABO 

Liam wasn’t gay. She wasn’t. She liked dick. She’d never seen one in person, but she’d watched enough porn during her heats to have a pretty good idea of what they looked like, kinda scary but well, that’s just how they looked like. She liked them. She was supposed to, right? She was an omega, was supposed to want an alpha, a male alpha, to stuff her full of his pups and make her his good girl. So why the fuck was she fingering herself to the girl next door?

(or the fic where liam doesn’t like girls and zayn will punch whoever looks at liam in the throat and harry just wants zayn to fuck her and niall just wants to have a simple date with his girlfriend and louis just wants to fool around // genderswap!)

Watch you dance by vastlyunknown | Words: 5K | Rated: Explicit 

Liam is a dancer. Zayn is an R'N'B singer. Louis and Harry are agents who hate each other. It all turns a bit ridiculous and a lot lovely.

I’m a good boy by rosetintmyworld | Words: 46K | Rated: Explicit | VERY TRIGGERING

Liam Payne seemingly lives a normal, if not boring life. He has one friend and is a second string lacrosse player. Everything seems normal, until you look behind the closed doors. His father loves him, even if it’s too much and he’s convinced himself of that. Until, a new boy comes to town, the boy has scars and a secret of his own, and he only wants Liam to let him in.

small town firelight by theviolonist | Words: 74K | Rated: Explicit | genderswap

“I love you,” the little girl in blue says, ducking her head, and the daredevil, who was so happy to make a friend when she climbed over the fence that first day, has never hated friendship more.

(or, Zayn is a punk and Liam is her best friend and definitely not a lesbian)

for you, i can be by top_linson | Words: 8K | Rated: Mature

prompt: How about a fic where Liam is like the cliche frat boy and Zayn is like some hipster art student who hates frats but goes to one of their parties and ends up falling for Liam

somehow i still carry on, burdened by fears by slashter | Words: 31K | Rated: Explicit 

He doesn’t realize how much pain he’s in until the hot water hits his shoulders. He hisses at the sting but lets the water pound his aching muscles anyway, washing himself with Liam’s body wash and shampoo, then toweling himself off until he’s practically pink. His knees are already buckling as he makes his way over to the dresser, grabbing a pair of clean boxers, and he eases himself into bed, wrapping himself in the cold sheets.
He doesn’t cry, no, not at all.

[Or the one where Liam’s been kidnapped but doesn’t remember Zayn and Zayn struggles with loss and love and heartbreak all over again]

your personal superhero by zaynplusanyone | Words: 11K | Not Rated

Liam stumbles into Zayn and his daughter’s lives but a secret or two may end up not being worth the fight.

i don’t want to wake up lonely by larrification | words: 7K | Rated: teens and up 

“Zayn had never been more grateful for his vapid bitch of an ex-wife.”

or where Zayn loses his wife, his kid, and his job over a few months. He doesn’t know who he pissed off, but he does know that he’ll do anything to get his life back. Minus Perrie. Plus the hot CPS worker.

rather be with you by takemeorleaveme | Words: 2K | rated: teens and up 

He downs the rest of his more gin than tonic and sets his glass down. He begins to walk to the loos, except he feels a tap on his shoulder.
Zayn turns and is frozen in place, staring into a pair of friendly eyes. He raises an eyebrow in response.
The other male motions him to come to the bar— he follows because- fuck it. It’s not like this night can get worse.

Alternatively: Zayn really regrets going out with Niall. When a man approaches him with an offer he just has to refuse, Zayn isn’t too gutted about it.

my favorite color’s liam by ziam22 | words: 9K | rated: mature 

A scrabble on Zayn and Liam’s first meeting, conversation, hand holding, hug, I love you’s, kiss, French kiss, shower, handjob, blowjob, and time (sex)

i think of only you by alifeofourown | words: 7K | rated: teens and up

Zayn is in love with Liam but Liam is with Danielle, so Zayn has no choice but to win Liam over by seducing him and just plain loving him.

you’ll never treat yourself right, darling, but i want you to by wafflehood | words: 10K | rated: teens and up 

He loves it, the singing and the touring and the fans and the boys, his boys, and he wouldn’t trade it for anything in the world, not being a fireman or an Olympic runner, and he’s so, so grateful for everything he’s been given, everything they’ve been given. But sometimes he reads hateful tweets, or comments not meant to be hurtful but end up feeling like a punch in the gut anyway, listens to people belittle everything they’ve achieved, and he doesn’t mean to let it get to him, but it does.

(or, in which Liam doesn’t love himself, (or think he deserves to be loved by anyone else), and Zayn tries to show him why he should).

baby, look what you’ve done to me by heroesneeded | words: 4K | explicit

“'Is there a reason you’re always staring at me from your window?’ Liam learns that Zayn’s very blunt.

Liam stutters and tries to come up with an answer that doesn’t seem creepy. He doesn’t want to tell him the truth so he starts to tell a lie.

‘Do you just like admiring me?’ Zayn asks, licking his lips and Liam’s eyes glance down at the movement before looking back into Zayn’s eyes.“

Or, Liam’s always admired his yard guy. He’s never talked to him just stared at him from the window. He thinks he’s being sneaky until one day the guy needs to come in to get a glass of water. And something else…

though i try by outofcases | words: 17K | rated: teens and up 

When Liam tells Zayn he wants to come out to their families, Zayn stalls until he can’t anymore. Backed up against a wall and scrambling for options, he makes decisions he’ll come to regret and rushes to fix them in any way he can. Along the way, he finds out what family really means, picks himself back up when he falls, and learns that courage and show business have next to nothing in common.

or

Liam is getting tired of secrets, and Zayn is not good under pressure.

heart stutters like moths wings by ihavetoomuchfreetime | words: 5K | Not rated

non-au. the four times that zayn shows liam he loves him, and the one time he says it.

no regrets, just love by burieddeep | words: 7K | rated: teens and up 

Liam is a prostitute with pretty routine life. Zayn is a college kid who has developed a fascination with drilling holes into Liam’s routine.

right from the start you know i got you by tomlinblows | words: 10K | not rated 

“I’m going to die,” Liam rushed through his head. “No, worse than death. I’m going to shrivel up into the size of a pebble and get chucked so far out into the ocean a whale swallows me in. Then, I’ll taste so bad that it’ll spit me out and land me on some socio-monkey island where I’ll get torn to bits and passed around like a hockey puck as they sink their diseased teeth into my flesh. I knocked into Zayn Malik and I am definitely going to die.”

lips do what hands do by erstwhiled | words: 36K | rated; explicit

You’re not supposed to fall in love with students, it’s unethical or something.

follow you into the dark by ghostrider | words: 18K | rated: mature | VERY TRIGGERING / major character death

Zayn doesn’t know exactly what brought him to this stage. Doesn’t know when Liam became both his biggest weakness and strength. He still can’t quite believe that there is someone in his life who has deprived him off the ability to say ‘no’.

What he does know though; is that he’s too far gone to be pulled back. And according to the irritating voice of his subconscious, he is so fucked.

On the other hand, by the way, Liam is too far gone as well. But, in an entirely different way.

i like it when you sleep by grandtheftlove | words: 5K | rated: mature | girl/boy drug use

"Zayn sits cross legged on the sheets, staring at the embers burning at end of whatever the hell it is he’s smoking, the only light in the pitch black room. There are cigarette holes in the duvet. He doesn’t care what he smokes anymore. When he’s not high off the taste of Liam on his tongue, it’s got to be something else, anything else. He only smokes when she’s asleep, and he knows withdrawal from Liam would be harder than withdrawal from anything else he’s sucked into his lungs, but it’s so hard, he’s so fucked up.”

Inspired by the poem “I Like It When You Sleep” By Matty Healy of the 1975, Insomniac Zayn struggles to protect the girl he is head over heels in love with from the drug addiction that consumes him. He’s guilty for being who he is and he’s guilty because Liam loves him, and Liam deserves so much more.

doing it wrong by fuckmeliam | words: 4K | rated: explicit

Liam writhed beneath him, trying in vain to thrust up into Zayn’s elusive fingers. He felt warm all over, his body pumping blood and pounding with the low music Zayn put on what felt like hours before and the desperate, aching desire to feel something, anything on his leaking cock.

“Please—” Liam breathed the word like a prayer, breaths huffing out in little exasperated whines.

“I guess I did want you to fucking beg.” Zayn slowly pressed his palm to Liam’s hip, sliding closer to where he was panting to be touched.

(or the one where liam’s pouty and jealous because zouis hang out and get high together and he just wants to blow smoke in zayn’s mouth)

better to be than to burn by ashsparagus | words: 14K | rated: teens and up 

Zayn’s twin sister, Leigh, is betrothed to Liam. And Zayn hates him. Like, a lot.

escape by becharlatan | words: 2K | not rated

Zayn never knew that Liam liked making love in the midnights on the dunes of the cape. He knows, however, that their marriage life is slightly slipping down the hill.

to feel a little warm (all by myself, im here again) by leeyumosaurus | words: 2K | rated: teens and up

In which Zayn skips out on Jay’s wedding.

eyes shut fingers open by lostlenore | words: 4K | not rated

Liam gets off the bus in front of the fine arts studios feeling like he should’ve arrived wearing nothing but a trench coat and expensive heels.

let not my love be called called idolatry by lostlenore | words 4K | not rated

Liam would make a terrible princess

for your love (i’d proudly climb a mountain) by hit_it_with_a_shoe | words: 10K | not rated

It’s the last few days before they’re all off to Uni. Zayn just wants his boys around him while he still has them.

-It’s not that Zayn is restless, more just… floating. Unquestionably awake, but in a quiet sort of headspace, weed fading from his system even as the alcohol clings to him slightly. The red eyes of Louis’ bedside alarm clock (a creepy little Pooh Bear perpetually about to pinwheel over the side as he reaches for a pot of honey) says it’s just about two in the morning.-

In which Niall discovers that he is, in fact, the very last straight boy.

and ive been thinking about you lately… by supercalifragili | words: 13K | rated: mature

“What’s up?” Niall’s groggy voice filters through and
“You worked some sort of love charm on me right?” Liam asks quickly and Niall laughs with him at 2:03 in the morning.
He’s never laughed this much.

well that was just a lie (when they said you was high classed) by postitbandit | words: 8K | rated: explicit 

The funny thing about all of it, about how it starts and how it ends, is that he met Zayn first.

we move on like this by sunnysideup | Words: 13K | not rated

A comment on Christmas Day 2016 takes Liam and Zayn on a journey to family life.



(ps i didn’t add really popular fics, i added fics that had less recognition and my favs also i shamelessly promoted my fics! 

anyway i hope this is use full, enjoy) 

Pearls

Tiva oneshot. Image source: (x)

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It’s been six weeks since the birth of their daughter, and it’s time Tony and Ziva get out of the house. What better day than Valentine’s Day? Note the M rating, it’s there for a reason. Married/Established Tiva, Sexual Tension.


Ziva was putting the finishing touches on getting ready, adding the final piece – a pearl necklace Tony had bought for her early in their relationship. She’d never been one for jewelry – save for her Star of David and some small earrings – but Tony had splurged and she promised she would wear it for special occasions.

Tonight was one such special occasion.

It had taken a bit of bargaining, but Ziva had managed to convince Gibbs to let Tony leave earlier than he usually might have allowed, especially considering the team’s work on a case. Tony was none the wiser, and probably didn’t even realize what day it was, he’d been so busy with work and completely wrapped up in Reilynn, their six-week old baby, whenever he was at home.

It was unseasonably warm for February, and Ziva relished the opportunity to show a little skin for their date. She’d chosen a pair of thigh-high stockings – complete with a garter belt – under a slim black dress that showed off just the right amount of her cleavage, her breasts still enlarged from her recent pregnancy. She didn’t want to admit it, but she rather liked the way they looked now, fuller, more rounded. Her hips, too, had taken cues from her pregnancy and filled out some, and she marveled now at the way her dress hugged her curvaceous body.

Tony was going to lose his mind tonight.

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FIRST LOVE PART SEVEN: http://imaginingbucky.tumblr.com/post/145930295939/first-love-part-six

FIRST LOVE PART EIGHT:

A few weeks had passed since the talk that you had with Sebastian. You hadn’t really seen much of him besides the times you guys were in the same scene together. He kept his distance and so did you.

You wondered if things would ever feel normal between the two of you. You wondered if you and Sebastian could ever have a normal friendship. You didn’t want to lose him. Thinking of a life without him in it was a sad thought.

It was ten in the morning and you had been sitting in hair and makeup nearly finished getting ready for your scene. You were looking over your lines when the door to the trailer opened and Chris walked in. He held two cups of coffee in his hands and handed you one.

“I got your favorite.” He smiled.

You gratefully took the coffee from him, “You are a lifesaver. I’m going to need this today.”

He sat on the empty chair besides you, “You have a long day ahead of you?”

You nodded, “Yeah. I have a scene with Scarlett and one with Anthony, Elizabeth and Paul before I have rehearsals in the afternoon. What about you?”

“I have some scenes with Downey and…. Sebastian today.” Chris glanced at you to gage your reaction. He noticed that you would get this sad facial expression whenever his name was mentioned. Sebastian did the same when he heard your name.

“Oh, are you guys doing the final fight scene?” You asked.

“Not just yet. That’s going to be filmed in the next few days.”

Gina, the girl that was doing your makeup had to go step out for a few minutes. It left you and Chris alone.

“So, you haven’t talked to him in a while huh?” Chris asked referring to Sebastian.

“Uh, no I haven’t. We’ve been sort of avoiding each other.”

“So I guess you haven’t heard about him and Elaine.”

You looked at Chris, “What happened?”

“She broke up with him. It was the day after she had came to visit him. He didn’t tell me specifics just that it was over.”

You instantly felt sad for Sebastian. It must’ve been a lot for him to go through. The conversation the two of you had and then Elaine breaking up with him. It would be stressful to anyone.

“Is he- um, is he okay?” You asked Chris.

Chris shrugged his shoulders, “I think he’s taking it day by day. He says he doesn’t want to talk about it but I’m hoping he’ll come around soon.”

“I’m glad that you guys are talking.”

“I explained to him that I see you as one of my dear friends and he understood. I don’t know why he got so jealous. I wouldn’t ever do that to him.”

“I’m just glad things have sort of gone back to normal.” You commented.

“Not with the two of you. Do you think that you guys will talk anytime soon?”

You shrugged your shoulders this time, “I have no idea. I want to go and talk to him, but I just forget everything that I want to say to him. After what I told him, he probably doesn’t want to talk to me.”

“He is probably thinking the same thing about you.”

“Maybe.” You mumbled.

“You guys probably need some space. It’ll do you guys some good.”

The door to the trailer opened and Elizabeth walked in.

“Morning guys!” She smiled sitting on one of the empty chairs.

“Morning.” You and Chris replied in unison.

The three of you chatted about the day ahead before Elizabeth mentioned plans for that evening. “Since it’s the weekend, some of us wanted to go and get a few drinks. Are you guys up for it?”

Chris nodded, “Yeah that would be fun. (Y/n), are you going to come?”

“Sure. It would be better than staying in my room. I think I’ve seen everything on Netflix.” You joked. Ever since your conversation with Sebastian, you seemed to turn into a recluse, only leaving your room for work or food.

It wasn’t that you were scared of running into him, it was just that you didn’t know what to say to him. The way you both left things was completely awkward. It felt weird to talk to him during scenes and then go to not talking to him. Your characters spoke to each other more than you guys did.

You truly cared about Sebastian. You knew that the way you felt about him was unlike how you had ever felt about someone else. Sebastian was the one guy that you had always completely trusted.

“We are going to have so much fun!”

You hoped for a normal night out with the rest of the crew.

———-

You had planned to meet the others in the lobby around ten that evening. You were tired from a day of filming but since you had the next two days off, you figured that you could catch up on sleep then.

You had finished curling your hair before grabbing your things and going to meet the others. You weren’t entirely too sure about who was all going but you were looking forward to hanging out with everyone.

Once you made it to the lobby, you saw Scarlett with Anthony. They were the only two. You were surprised that you managed to beat Chris who seemed like he was early for everything all of the time.

“I love that dress!” Scarlett said when you approached the two of them.

“Thank you. Yours is beautiful too. Red is definitely your color.” You smiled. The dress you had on was a black strapless with lace embellishments. It was hot at night so you didn’t want to wear something that would overheat you as soon as you stepped out of the hotel.

“Need a wingman tonight (Y/n)? You are going to have to fight the guys off of you and I would be glad to offer you my assistance.” Mackie joked.

“If I need help, you’ll be the first person I go to.” You laughed. You weren’t looking to meet anyone that night. That was the furthest thing in your mind.

“You’re gonna have to fight them off with a stick!”

“Whose fighting someone off with a stick?” You turned and saw Chris had walked over mid conversation. Sebastian was right beside him. He looked right at you and you quickly looked away. So he was going to be joining everyone.

Elizabeth showed up soon after with Chadwick and the rest of you set out to go. There was a van waiting for you guys parked in front of the hotel.

Chris lend you a hand since you were wearing heels to get on the van. You sat in the middle with Elizabeth on one side and Sebastian on the other. You were surprised that he sat by you since there was an empty seat by Mackie in front of you.

You looked ahead and wouldn’t meet Sebastian’s glances. He was sitting awfully close to you. Your knees bumped into each other’s a few times. There was like this electric current that flowed between the two of you. You couldn’t put it into words.

The van was filled with multiple conversations on the way to the bar. You chatted with Elizabeth the majority of the way about random things. You knew that Sebastian was listening the entire time since he stayed silent.

The bar that you guys arrived at was sort of big. It had a dance floor and a stage for a band. It wasn’t completely packed but it wasn’t empty either. You could tell that people were starting to notice the group by stares and flashing cameras. You hoped that you would all still have a good night.

Chris lead the group to a booth in the back. It had a bit of privacy from onlookers. You were the last to get in the booth right after Mackie. Sebastian was on the other side of him and he hoped to sit by you like he did in the van. He was glad that you didn’t see him almost shove Mackie out of the way earlier so that he could sit with you.

A waitress came and brought you all some shots on the house. You grabbed one of the glasses along with everyone else and did a small cheers.

“Let’s go and dance!” Elizabeth said after a while. Some of you got up to go on the dance floor. Scarlett, Sebastian and Chadwick stayed behind.

You linked arms with Elizabeth and walked with her to the center of the dance floor. They were playing some song that you weren’t too familiar with but it had a good beat. You allowed yourself to feel stress free for an amount of time. It felt nice to be able to throw your hands in the air and let go.

You didn’t think about how you still had feelings for Sebastian or the fact that things were completely awkward between the two of you. All you could think about was how much fun you were having with your friends.

———-

Sebastian watched as you danced with some of the others. He saw that you were having a good time and it put a smile on his face. All he wanted was for you to be happy. He felt like he had put you through a lot since you guys had seen each other again. He hated seeing you upset and knowing that he did that to you made him sad.

He cared about you more than he could put it into words and your happiness was so important to him. Of course he would love to be with you, but he didn’t know if you felt the same.

After the conversation that the two of you had weeks ago, it seemed like it was all up in the air. He wished that things hadn’t been so complicated. It all stemmed from him not being truthful when he first saw you again. He got so swept up in the emotions that he felt because you were around again that he made unwise decisions.

Sebastian knew that if he had kissed you that day in wardrobe, he would feel guilty about it. Elaine was such a sweet girl and he did enjoy the time that he spent with her. She hadn’t done anything wrong in their relationship and he knew that he couldn’t just break up with her without a reason.

“Why don’t you stop staring and go dance with her.” Scarlett nudged him with her shoulder a little after she noticed he had been staring at you for quite some time.

Sebastian snapped out of his thoughts, “What?”

“You’re going to burn holes in the girl’s head if you keep staring so hard.” She joked.

He looked away from you, “I’m not staring.”

“Whatever you say. Just know that a girl like that isn’t going to stay waiting forever.”

“What do you mean?”

“I know you just got out of a relationship but (Y/n) is a catch. She’s beautiful and smart and one of the most down to earth people that I’ve met.”

Sebastian chuckled, “Are you sure that you don’t want to date her?”

“You’re hilarious,” she rolled her eyes, “Just don’t wait too long. Look, some guy is already over there trying to put the moves on her.”

He quickly looked and saw that there was a guy that had approached you. He saw that the guy pulled out his phone to take a picture with you which you did without a problem. Sebastian thought the guy would leave once the picture had been taken but he stayed talking with you.

He noticed the guy was moving closer and closer to you and Sebastian clenched his jaw in frustration. He stood up from the booth and made his way on the dance floor.

The closer he got to you and the guy, the more jealous he had gotten. Once he reached you, he saw that the guy had walked away. You stood there wondering why Sebastian seemed so upset.

“Everything okay?” You asked him. It had been the first words in weeks that you had said to him.

He nodded, “Yeah, I just uh- I didn’t know if that guy was bothering you or not.”

You shook your head, “No, he was just telling me that his girlfriend was a fan and that she wouldn’t have believed that he met me without taking a photo.”

Sebastian felt relieved as soon as you said the guy had a girlfriend. He almost smiled.

“Oh, I just wanted to make sure you were okay.” He told you. He almost had to shout it over the music.

“Thank you.”

The two of you stood there for a moment as the music turned to a slow song. It seemed like the dance floor was filled with other couples. You noticed that the rest of the group had returned to the booth.

“I’m gonna uh, go get a drink. Do you want one?” You asked him.

He nodded, “Yeah, I’ll go with you.”

Sebastian followed you over to the bar and you both ordered another shot.

“I think that we should talk.” Sebastian said while you both waited for the bartender to bring your drinks.

“I do too but I don’t think right now is a good time.” You told him.

“I agree but we will soon right? I don’t like how it’s been between us.”

“Neither have I. We will talk soon. I promise.”

Sebastian felt relieved. The bartender brought you both your shots and you both drank them before ordering another round for the table.

You lost count how many shots you had after that and the rest of the night turned into one big blur.

———–

When you woke up the next morning to a pounding headache, you knew that you had overdone it the night before at the bar. You couldn’t remember the last time you had drank so much.

It took you a split second to realize that you weren’t alone in bed. You opened your eyes and saw an arm wrapped around your waist. You were cuddling with someone and you weren’t even in your room.

You slowly looked to your left and saw Sebastian sleeping soundly beside you. He had a tight grip on you. He was shirtless from what you could see and you didn’t even have to look to realize that you were completely naked.

Before you could completely start to freak out, Sebastian slowly stirred besides you. He opened his eyes and blinked a few times before focusing on you.

It was like you could read his thoughts as he looked around the room and then back at you. You could tell that he was wondering what happened also.

“What the hell happened last night?” You questioned.

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This scene was the final nail in the proverbial coffin of Arrow’s Feels Fiesta in their 100th episode. After the gut wrenching scenes between Oliver and his family and Oliver’s brave and selfless decision to leave this fantasy world where he was a regular guy. A world where he was not crippled by emotional trauma (and physical one too, come to think of it) or where he carried physical representation of the horrors he’s had to endure for a decade.

Just before he leaves back for “the real world” Oliver turns around and sees projections? Hallucinations? Holograms? of the people he loves most. Granted it’s not a complete cast of people because 3 other people Oliver loves dearly just left through the portal. He doesn’t need a reminder of Thea, John and Sara because he got them back within this bizarro world.

But the rest of them? The people Oliver sees in front of him in that gif? - They are people he can’t get back. His parents, Tommy, and Laurel are dead. Roy and Felicity are unattainable to him in the way that he needs them. Roy can’t be by his side, can’t be his friend and brother anymore because Roy chose to save Oliver’s life at the expense of his own and had to run. Felicity is in Oliver’s life but not in the way Oliver would like - she’s his friend and partner, yes, but that’s not enough. It probably never will.

So it makes sense that Oliver would see these people at such a pivotal moment of his life. A moment where he embraces who he is. All of who he is, and a moment which is undoubtedly one of the most painful things he’s ever had to do, because he has to let his family go. And while it wouldn’t be the first time he’s lost them, it’ll most certainly be the first time Oliver chose to leave them.

Remember Oliver’s words to Barry in the previous part of the crossover (The Flash 3x08)? - “I had no choice” / “I was helpless”. Because all these losses (even in part, the loss of Felicity) were beyond Oliver’s control. Someone else decided to take these people away from Oliver and he had no say in the matter: Robert killed himself, Dahrk killed Laurel, Roy, Felicity and Diggle faked Roy’s death and helped him flee, Slade murdered Moira, Malcolm’s Undertaking killed Tommy, and Felicity was the one who decided to break things off.

So in many ways this scene is about Oliver letting them go. It’s about Oliver accepting that loss and making a conscious decision to move on. One that broke his heart, but one that needed to be done nevertheless. 

And yet… It’s not exactly that. Because there is someone in that group of people that doesn’t fit the “people Oliver has lost” category. That person is Felicity. She is very much in Oliver’s life. She’s maybe not his girlfriend or fiancee anymore, but she is his partner and his friend. She is in Oliver’s life in ways that the rest of the charaters in this group aren’t. Another thing that distinguishes Felicity from the rest of them is her placement.

Moira, Tommy, Laurel, Roy and Robert are all standing at the bottom of the stairs. On the ground at an eye level with Oliver. Felicity is the only one who towers several steps above them all. Practically speaking? - There’s no reason for this. There’s plenty of space where the rest of the characters are. They would have only needed to have Moira take 2-3 steps to the left to accomodate Felicity. I’ll admit I haven’t quite figured out what the meaning of this positiong is because I am still wrapping my head around this maginificent masterpiece of an episode. And before you say, “she’s the love of his life” (which she undoubtedly is) I think there’s more to it than simply that. The argument of “she’s the most important woman in his life” doesn’t work for me either. Because there are several women who take top priority on Oliver Queen’s list and those are Moira, Thea and Felicity. I’d even go as far as to include Sara in this list (less so Laurel) beacuse of how intricately linked Oliver and Sara’s journey’s are and how the characters mirror each other in so many ways.

To quote Olivanders though, it only gets “curioser and curioser” as this scene continues. Because these characters get to “speak” and we get to have a closer look at their horrible cgi effects them. I have stared at this gif for the longest time trying to figure out the order these characters have been placed in. They weren’t going for symmetry or the boy/girl thing. They weren’t going for a chronological order of Oliver’s losses. And really, there’s nothing that makes sense while you look at the six of them as a group. But once you break them down to two groups of men / women things suddenly clear up.

We start with Moira. It makes sense that she’ll be the first. For one, Arrow started with this very same image - Oliver’s mother. Oliver’s mother and their love for one another. There are very few things in this world that are more precious and more revered than a mother’s love for her child. And regardless of all the questionable, bad choices Moira has done in her life, she loved her children fiercely. Her words to Oliver are a combination of several seasons. The first and last words she ever said to him: “You’ll never be without me, my beautiful boy.” and “there is nothing else to be said, except I could not be more proud”.

Then we move straight to Felicity. We hear her before we see her. She continues right where Moira left off and just like Moira her words to Oliver echo several seasons. Season 4′s “you’ve become something else. You’ve become someone else” which in itself is an idea so deeply rooted into Oliver’s own mind. That somehow he is two people and those two people cannot live in the same body. Then she echoes her words that gave Oliver hope when there was none to be had. She says “You honour the dead by fighting and you are not done fighting” which is especially poignant given the context of the scene it’s in. Oliver surrounded by his dead loved ones. People he loved, lost and wants to so desperately do right by. Even in their death.

Felicity’s words are a schism. She is simultaneously Oliver’s self doubt and Oliver’s hope. And maybe that’s why she’s standing above everyone else. Because while Robert, Moira, Tommy, Roy and Laurel are reminders of what and who Oliver has lost, Felicity is a reminder of what he has gained. Of what he can look forward to. Of his mission and desire to do good which are not solely fueled by his father’s words anymore. And frankly, there is no one more fitting to represent that growth for Oliver. Especially since she is the one who prompted and inspired him to help people outside his list.

Lastly, there’s Laurel, quite possibly the most turbulent of Oliver’s relationships for reasons that are 95% Oliver’s own fault. In an episode where Laurel was the symbol of  a “what if” and a “what could have been” in a way that was extremely reminiscent of those early days on the Island where Oliver used to stare at her photo and build her up as his perfect, unattainable love, Laurel’s words to Oliver in that moment are a stark contrast to it all. Beacuse “I know who you are in your bones, Oliver, and that person doesn’t give up” are the first words Laurel told him since Slade outed his identity to her. It’s the first time on the show that Laurel saw Oliver for who he is, instead of the man he used to be or the one Laurel thought he was.

They are especially important coming off the back of Oliver breaking Laurel’s heart again in this bizarro world by running off to go back home. Because Oliver of days past would have taken this opportunity to hate himself and be hard on himself and convince himself that he is underserving of forgiveness and incapable of growth. So hearing Laurel say this is not only an acknowledgement that he finally heard Laurel, but that he also understood what she was trying to tell him. Just as much as his acknowledgement that the Laurel he knew, the real Laurel would not hold this particular separation against him. And that she would have done the same thing in his shoes, because they both share that same pig-headed stubborness that doesn’t let them give up on anything.

Moving on to the gents.

We start with Tommy. The most important man in Oliver’s life. Oliver’s first brother (because Digg is his brother too. and so is Roy). Oliver’s oldest and closest friend and incidentally, one of Oliver’s biggest regrets. Not Tommy or their friendship, but rather the way Oliver handled it after his return home. Tommy’s words are a curious thing though. He’s the only character whose words haven’t actually been spoken by him on the show. Tommy’s “I know I called you a murder but you are not. You are a hero” are of the time Oliver hallucinated him while fighting Cyrus Gold. They are Oliver’s wish of what Tommy could have come to say one day if they ever got the chance to reconcile, had Tommy been alive. Tommy is an echo of Sara’s words to Laurel “some things you just can’t fix”. Tommy is to Oliver what Laurel is to Sara. Unfixable. One regret no amount of self acceptance and self care will ever cure. Tommy is a representation of that bone deep dull pain of losing someone you love, but learning to live with it. Tommy is the manifestation of the fact that even though Oliver learns to move on, the sting of the loss and its heaviness would always be there.

After Tommy follows Roy. Roy Harper. The first person Oliver took under his wing. Someone who put his life in Oliver’s hands and who Oliver feels he has failed. So Roy’s words of “You saved my life, you gave me purpose. It’s time we get to save you.” are a reminder to him that much like Digg, Felicity, Thea and Sara (and even Laurel) Roy makes and has made his own choices. That as much damage as Oliver thinks he’s done to this boy he’s also done an equal if not greater good to him. And in many ways, Roy learned the same lessons Oliver had to much quicker than Oliver did. And that just like Roy grew from this jaded, angry young man that Oliver saw so much of himself in, just as Roy learned to overcome his own fears and horrors, so can Oliver. So will Oliver. If throughout the first 3 season Oliver was Roy’s inspiration it is now Roy’s turn to inspire Oliver.

And lastly, Robert. Robert is the last person who speaks to Oliver which in so many ways brings Oliver and his journey full circle, because it was Robert who started Oliver on this quest to be better. On the quest to live. Robert’s words “This is your responsibility now” are more approving than demanding which again, is a very stark contrast to Robert’s last words to Oliver. His downright aggressive and insistent “Survive!” - not a plea, not a request, but an order. Oliver finally chose to accept this responsibility in 5.08 rather than have it thrust upon him by one person or the other. So Robert’s words are in many ways a parting blessing from a father to his son, but at the same time they are also a reminder that Oliver can now truly start to honour his father. Because not only will he be fulfilling Robert’s dying wish of cleaning their home of corruption and crime, but he will also be doing it the right way and for the right reasons. Oliver’s heart is finally in what he does.

In many ways each of these people represents a season of Arrow. Obviously, Robert is the representation of season 1 - so much of it revolved around Oliver’s promise to his father. About making sure his father’s sacrifice was worth it. That Robert’s judgement call was not for nothing.

Tommy and Moira represent Season 2 - the season which revolved around Oliver’s vow to Tommy that he will not kill anymore. That he will honour his best friend’s memory and their friendship in the only way he knows how. Then there’s Moira and how much her loss hurt. And yet, by the end of the season Oliver not only honoured Tommy, but his mother as well. Because he chose to be the bigger person, to take the high road, to show mercy instead of cruelty.

Then there’s Laurel and Roy - the manifestation of season 3. A season where they came to be into the heroes that they are. A season that was all about finding your identity and gritting your teeth and plowing through the pain to move forward. They are also two people who Oliver took under his wing and failed. Much like he failed himself in trying to be “two people”.

Season 4 - Felicity. How Oliver adopted a more optimistic and accepting outlook. How he finally dared to want and work for his future. How he opened up his heart and loved and lost and hurt And yet, how despite all that he is still there and still fighting and still growing. A testament to his personal growth because where he would have run from his troubles in the past in this season he looked them in the eye and said “not a chance”.

And finally, there’s Oliver, looking teary eyed at the manifestation of his journey so far. Looking at the last decade of his life and deciding to cherish it instead of having it as a burden. To see the growth and self-value it granted him instead of the pain and suffering. Oliver is the representation of season 5 in this scene. Because he is his own legacy just as much as these people are his legacy. His actions, his choices. They are what matters. They are what will be left of him after he is gone. That is what will be remembered.

And with all of that Oliver steps into the light and goes home.