now in gif so i can cry more over how perfect they are

Hold me tight -Tom Holland

A/N: This is some angsty shit because I feel that way lately. It has a fluffy ending though! Hope you like it? Enjoy!!

You came home to Toms apartment and unlocked the door with the key he had given you five months into your relationship. You closed the door behind you and kicked your shoes off before taking your jacket off and wandering to the kitchen. You opened a cupboard and took a glas out to pour yourself some water. After you emptied the glass you leaned against the counter and looked out the window. It was a rainy thursday afternoon, the clouds were blocking the sun and it was very grey and depressing outside. You let out a sigh and put your glas into the sink.
“Hey.” The voice of Tom made you jump and you pressed your palm against your chest and closed your eyes.
“Shit. You scared me.” you said and opened up your eyes to look at him.
“Sorry.” he apologized and walked over to you. He put his hands on your hips and was about to lean down but you pushed him gently away.
“I’m - going to take a shower.” you said and he furrowed his brows not understanding why you were so cold to him.
“Are you okay?” he asked, concern showing in his features.
“Yeah. I’m fine.” you said and walked past him.
“Are you sure?” he asked again and you rolled your eyes.
“I’m fine.” you said, now annoyance echoing in your voice and he decided to let it go.
After you took a shower, you did not go back into the living room. You went into the bedroom and laid down while scrolling through your phone.

Tom was really confused why you were not talking to him but he also did not want to push you even though he was concerned. After two hours he finally pealed himself off the couch and walked over to his bedroom to check on you. There you were, lying on your side, legs pulled up to your chest, one hand under your head and the other one holding your phone. You didn’t even look up when Tom came in and kept your eyes fixed on the phone.
“Hey, uh…Do you want to eat something? We could order in?” he offered but you shook your head. He furrowed his brows and leaned against the door frame, crossing his arms infront of his chest.

“Alright. What’s going on? What happened?” he finally asked and was growing impatient with every second now.
“Nothing.”

“Can you atleast look at me while we’re talking?” he said a little angry and you looked over your phone into his eyes.
“What?” you asked and he let his arms fall to his sides.
“I want you to tell me what is going on.” he said and you sighed while sitting up.
“And I told you: Nothing. Why can’t you let it go?”

“I can’t because you are spreading negativity. If you would talk to me we could solve it and go back to normal. I’m tired of having to pull everything out of you,” he said and ran his fingers desperatly through his hair.

“Then don’t!” you finally yelled and got up from the bed.
“I’m trying to keep to myself so I don’t spread my mood but you keep digging and digging. I’m feeling down, okay? I feel worn out. Maybe I’m depressed I don’t know. I feel anxious and stressed out because I have this feeling that I can’t handle the stuff that is going on in my life right now. Can you help me with any of this?” you asked, your voice shaking and your hands thrown into the air.

“No, you can’t,” you added when he didn’t speak up and let your hands fall to your sides.
“And that’s why I keep it to myself. Most of the time I can handle it but sometimes I can’t. And that’s when I need my space so I can work on it without affecting anyone around me.”

Tom was speachless. He couldn’t bare the thought of you struggling without telling anyone. He ran his fingers through his hair once more and took a deep breath. As soon as he stepped forward you rose your hand and gestured him to stay still.
“I need to be alone right now. If you’re heart doesn’t allow you to give me space I can leave and come back when I’m done gathering myself.” you said and his eyes widened and he suddenly felt his heart skip a beat.

“Take as much time as you need. Just don’t go.” he said quickly and stepped back. He closed the door behind him and you were alone again but this time you felt empty. This little bickering between Tom and you stirred up your emotions more than they already were. You put your face into your palms and leaned your elbows on your thighs. Tears started to build in your eyes and soon you were sobbing. You knew that Tom didn’t deserve to be yelled at. He was concerned about you and was only trying to help because he cared. But when things got too much you liked to take a step back and at times like this any tiny thing could set you off.

You laid back down on your side and pulled your knees to your chest, trying to make yourself as small as possible. You must’ve cried yourself to sleep because when you opened your eyes the room was dark, only the street lights glistening through the curtains, and your eyes felt puffy and drained. You looked over your shoulder and saw Tom sleeping right next to you. He was sleeping on his side and the moonlight was lighting half of his face making him look soft and at peace. He was wearing an old blue t-shirt which had moved up his body a bit. Your throat was dry from all the crying so you stood up without making any noise and tiptoed out of the room into the kitchen. You did not open any lights because your eyes were very sensitive to light and you could see pretty much everything. You opened the cupboard and took a glas out before taking cold water out of the fridge. You were drinking your second glas while looking out of the window when you heared footsteps behind you.

You looked over your shoulder to see Tom standing in the doorframe, leaning against it.
“Hey.” he said giving you a dejavu and you smiled a little. His hair was all tousled standing up into every direction. He brushed his hand through his hair trying to controll the situation on his head a little but it didn’t work as he wanted it to and made you chuckle.
“Come here.” you said and you two met each other in the middle of the kitchen.
You brushed his hair back with your hands making them look less chaotic. He watched you the whole time and admired your beauty silently. Your eyes were focused on his hair and you were biting your lip and he smiled at your concentration. He enjoyed your gentle touch and his heart skipped a beat. It was such an innocent but caring gesture of you that it made his heart swell.

“That doesn’t look too bad.” you said finally and leaned your hands on your hips and looked into his eyes.
“If you say so.” he chuckled and wasn’t sure if he should touch you or not.
“Not that it didn’t look good before. I like your hair in any shape.” you said and looked down to your feet, suddenly feeling insecure. You wanted to apologize, you wanted to say something but you felt a knot in your throat.
You looked up into his eyes and he was waiting patiently for you to make the first step. He didn’t want to push you, he wanted to give you space so you could make up your mind on your own.

“There is so much weight on my shoulders right now which is painfully stressfull. I know it will pass but I can’t help it. Most of the time I can handle the pressure. But there are days where I feel like drowning. Like there is no light at the end of the tunnel. But I also know that this will pass too. That’s the reason why I don’t tell you or anyone about it. It’s temporary. It’s not worth talking about it. I can handle it you know. I’ve been handling it forever.” you rambled and fiddled with your fingers,“I didn’t mean to yell at you though. I’m sorry.” you apologized and looked up into his eyes again.

“Can I say something?” he said with a little smile on his lips and you nodded.
“I know that you can handle what’s going on in your head and in your life. I have no doubt. But I want to be there for you. You don’t need to tell me everything if you don’t want to. But a relationship is based on trust and understanding. Don’t shut me out. Tell me what’s going on and I’ll respect your way of dealing with it. Just talk to me.” he said and you looked down trying to surpress the tears.
“I’m sorry.”

“No, no. Don’t be sorry. No one apologizes for having a wound or a broken bone, you shouldn’t too. It’s okay.” he said and stepped closer.
“I love you.” you finally blurted out and looked into his eyes and he smiled back. I don’t deserve you, you wanted to add but didn’t.
“I love you too.” he answered and put his hands hesitantly on your hips.
He leaned in to give you a kiss on your forhead and hugged you afterwards.

“You’re not perfect. Neither am I. And that’s perfectly fine.” he said and you smiled against his chest and breathed his comforting scent in.
“Aren’t you supposed to say something like: But you are perfect to me?” you teased him and you knew that he rolled his eyes even if you couldn’t see it.
“You’re such a mood killer.” he sighed and you chukled against his chest while tightening your hug. No matter how far you’d fall he would always be there to pick you up. Even if it meant standing in the kitchen at 3am in the morning.

TITLE:  Faking It 

IMAGINE: (Y/N) and Steve are both tired of their friends (namely Sam and Tony), trying to set them up with people. What happens when one night they decide to take control of their own love lives and teach Sam and Tony a lesson? (x)


[gif is not mine -creds to the owner. requests are open. immensely proud of this, probably except the ending. i’ve uploaded this like 3 times now and tumblr keeps deleting it, so apologies for the continuous upload for this.]

warnings: swear words, mature situations -minor sex scenes.

word count: 3.2 k+


‘The question of whether we can fight fate will always remain a mystery. But the bigger question is what happens when we stop fighting it.’

“Tony, for the last fucking time, I don’t want to go on a date with your friend!” (Y/N) yelled exasperated as she threw a piece of bread at him. “How many times do I have to tell you?”

“Come on, he’s totally your type and you guys would be perfect for each other,” his voice now took on a whining tone and (Y/N) rolled her eyes. “Please, just this one time?”

(Y/N) smiled sweetly at him, “No.” She hopped off the stool she was sitting on, “Last time I agreed to one of your dates he started crying when they brought the entree, and then again when we started having sex.”


Steve placed his hands on his knees as he bent over, trying to catch his breath. “Good run, Cap” He looked behind him and saw Sam jogging to where he was.

“You were so close in beating me this time,” he placed his hands on his back and stretched. Steve groaned as he began rubbing his shoulders.

“You busy tonight?”

Steve shook his head, “No, why?”

“There’s this girl,” Sam started but Steve glared at him. “Now, hear me out, she’s lovely and-,” Sam didn’t finish as Steve held up a hand.

“Look, I don’t want to Sam. I mean I’ve tried this thing before when Nat tried to set me up and it just didn’t work out. If I want to start dating, I’ll do it through my own way.” Steve clasped a hand on Sam’s shoulder. “Thanks though.”


(Y/N) fiddled with the screwdriver in Bruce’s lab, “I thought you wanted my help on a formula Bruce, but all I’ve done is play with your tools.”

Bruce turned around with a sheepish smile on his face, “Sorry (Y/N). It’s on that table if you want to have a look at it.”

She smiled at him and walked to the table. Leaning on it with her arms, she began scanning it. (Y/N) was focused until Tony barged in.

“Guys, I just got us a reservation at Top Stem!”

(Y/N) looked over at Bruce, then turned back to Tony, “Isn’t that the hipster bar in Brooklyn?”

Tony smiled and nodded, “Yep. Know a guy and he managed to book us a table.”

“What’s the occasion?”

“I mean everyone’s here since forever,” Tony shrugged. She knew that it meant more to him that he could ever admit. After the Civil War broke out between the group, tensions ran high and even though it’s been 5 years since the event happened the group still wasn’t as it was before.

“I’m in,” Bruce smiled.

“Me too,” (Y/N) smiled and continued reading the document. She was too engrossed once again so she didn’t notice the scheming look between Bruce and Tony.


“I’m at the restaurant Sam, and nobody’s here yet,” Steve spoke into the phone, peering in every now and then into the restaurant. “It is the Top Stem, right?” He asked. “Alright, I’ll go in, but if you’re not here or anyone in the next 15 minutes, I’m leaving.” With that, Steve hung up and walked in.

When he was seated he saw that the bar was dimly lit, giving it an intimate feel, especially with the single flower in the middle of the table. He frowned at the multiple empty chairs that circled the table.

“Rogers?” He heard his name and looked up from the menu. He saw (Y/N), and in that moment he allowed himself to bask in her beauty. He hasn’t spoken to her in a long time. Of course, their relationship was never friendly, but still, he missed the fights and the banter, and the wanting to rip her clothes to shred and push her up against the wall. Steve coughed, making sure that he wasn’t blushing when he replied to her.

“Are we the first ones here?” (Y/N) asked, sitting down across from him. Steve nodded. “Fantastic,” she grumbled.

“That hurts (Y/L/N),” he gave her a smirk and she smiled largely at him.

After 10 minutes passed, (Y/N) opened her phone and texted Tony’s number.

‘Where are you guys?’

“Tony?” Steve nodded towards the phone.

“Yeah, I mean our friends are little shits, but they’re usually around five minutes late,” she checked her watch, “not ten.”

Suddenly a buzz went through the table.

‘At home. Have fun ;)’

“For fucks sake,” (Y/N) groaned. “By any chance did Sam want to set you up with someone before this?”

Realization went through him and he cursed, “Are you fucking serious?”

(Y/N) laughed at him, “Language, Cap.”

“Our friends are shit.”

“I’ll drink to that.” (Y/N) raised her glass and gulped it down. “I can’t believe I fell for this, I mean it’s a Stark plan,” she sneered. “Those usually have more holes than Swiss cheese.”

“Sam and Tony schemed us. Us out of all people!”

(Y/N) agreed, “Fuck. You know what we should do?”

Steve looked at her, he knew that look. It was that look before a scheme hatched in her mind, god he knew that look. He loved that look. He got turned on by that look. “What?”

“Since our dear friends thought that they could out scheme us, why don’t we show them just how great we can be together?” He gestured for her to go on. “Let’s pretend to date and then we’ll have this dramatic fall out after like a month or so and then they’ll don’t know what to do because we’ll force them to choose sides. Then, we’ll come out and say, ‘it wasn’t real, but this could be the outcome if you keep fucking with our lives.’”

Steve sat back for a while. Usually he was a good guy, he wouldn’t scheme, but sometimes (Y/N) brought out that Steve he wanted to be when he was younger. One that wouldn’t take shit from anyone. He got that chance when (Y/N) entered in his life.

“I’m in.”


3 weeks into ‘dating.’

“I can’t believe that you and Capsicle are dating now,” Tony sat down next to her, a bowl of cereal placed in front of him. “I mean, I thought you would high-tail out of there but not before throwing a drink in his face.”

(Y/N) shrugged, “Well, when I first saw him that’s what I wanted to do. I guess old habits die hard, but once we got talking, it was just realization. I just realized just how much we were alike, but so different at the same time.”

“Ew,” Tony shoved her lightly. “Can you spare me the romantic feelings?”

She threw a piece of granola at him. What surprised her was just how true her statement was.


3.5 Weeks into ‘dating’

“So what’s the next step on the plan?” Steve asked as he opened the door for her.

“I’m not sure if you’re going to like this, but they have to catch us in a sexual manner to say,” (Y/N) spoke and cringed. “You can just lay on top of me, I know that you don’t want to do any of that until you really like someone.”

“How do you know?”

(Y/N) rolled her eyes, “Oh please. You’re Mr. Poster Guy for having an emotional connection before having sex with a girl,” noticing his casted down eyes, “not that there’s any wrong with that!” She placed a hand on his shoulder.

“I’m just saying, Tony knows me. Tony knows that I don’t need an emotional connection when fucking someone.” She saw that he cringed when she said that. “Sorry.” She stopped walking and leaned into the wall, “He won’t believe we’re dating until he catches us in the act. He believes that we had this weird pent up sexual frustration before.”

Steve laughed, “Sam and Nat said the same thing.”

“Okay, so this is what I have in mind-,” she never got to finish her sentence as Steve pushed her up against the wall, she subconsciously lifted her legs and wrapped it around his waist. (Y/N) wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him in closer, opening her mouth to allow his tongue in. She moaned as he grinded his hips to hers. “Steve, fuck,” she moaned out as he began placing kissed on his neck.

Steve relished in the way she grinded her hips against her. He could feel himself harden against his gym shorts and he really couldn’t care enough to blush or apologize. He almost took her when she began moaning his name. “You like that?” He nipped her jaw as he grinded against her again.

“God yes,” she rolled her head and pulled him in again to kiss him.

They only broke apart when they heard several throats clearing. (Y/N) and Steve broke apart slowly, she opened her eyes and saw that he was staring at her. His normal crystal blue eyes, were darker than she’s ever seen before.

“Get a room,” Tony hollered, backed up by Clint and Sam’s snickering.

Steve and (Y/N) turned their heads, foreheads still touching, to their audience. “Sorry, can’t keep my hands off her, I mean have you seen her?”

Pietro nodded and smugly grinned, “I sure have.”

Steve growled and (Y/N) found herself getting turned on by it. She grinned and lightly bit his earlobe, grinding into him for the extra act. Steve turned his attention back to her and smiled. He pecked her lips once more.

“For the love of god! I’ve given you guys practically a floor each, can you not do it where everyone can see!” Tony complained as he shut his eyes and dramatically walked to the gym. The others walked past, each smiling smugly and laughing.

Once they were out of view and hearing range, Steve allowed (Y/N) to unwrap her legs around him and gently set her down. “Didn’t know that you had in it you Rogers. I’m surprised, pleasantly surprised, but surprised nonetheless.”

Steve didn’t reply to that comment but he did give her a small, shy smile. “I guess they believe that we’re dating now?”

“For sure,” she laughed, still trying to catch her breath. “I’ll see you round Rogers.” With a wink she disappeared, swaying her hips as she did so, knowing that he was watching her. As she walked away she desperately tried to forget how good he felt, how good and right it felt when he kissed her. How he held her in the right places.

She leaned against a wall, “Fuck.” Yup, she was fucking screwed because she’s opening herself up to Steve.


4 Weeks into ‘dating’

“No need to be jealous (Y/N), you know that he only has his eyes and his other things for you,” Bucky whispered as they both watched a flirtatious reported touched Steve’s arm.

(Y/N) refused to admit that she was jealous. She wasn’t jealous at all. She didn’t want to drag him away and claw the woman who had her paws on him. Nope. Not at all. She was only concerned about their plan being thwarted if he couldn’t keep his dick in his pants. She glanced at Bucky and he gave her a supportive smile. “Thanks, Buck.” She touched his arm gently, and that was the time that Steve looked up.

His eyes narrowed as he saw his best friend and his ‘girlfriend-slash-not-girlfriend-but he kinds of has feelings for her?’ closely talking. “So, what would you say was the best thing about the ‘40’s?” Tierney asked as she posed her pencil over the paper.

He turned back to her, giving him her most charming smile and answered.


(Y/N) took a deep breath, her nostrils flaring as she heard the woman’s laugh from across the room. “Breathe,” Bucky warned. They both watched as the reported fiddled with Steve’s tie. “Fuck,” Bucky swore as he watched (Y/N) storming over. “Fuck, fuck, fuck. Why can’t Sam do this?”


(Y/N) stormed over to where they were, standing so close to Steve that he couldn’t physically move away from her. “Am I interrupting something?” She asked sweetly. Steve looked down at (Y/N), to anyone who didn’t know her, they would have just thought that she was asking a simple question, but he knew that tone.

“Uh, I was just doing an interview here with Mr. Rogers,” the woman explained.

(Y/N) turned to her, an eyebrow arched and her jaw clenched, “Are you really?” She felt Steve’s hand wrap around her waist and leaned back into him. She smirked when she saw the reporter’s eyes move to the gesture. “Because from where I stood you were trying to get into my boyfriend’s pants.”  She moved closer to the woman, “Are you really trying to get into my man’s pants?”

“No, no-,” the woman stuttered.

“Good, because fucking another woman’s man is a big no-no, no matter what, understand?”

“I didn’t know that he had a girlfriend,” the woman tried to explain.

“That’s why I’m letting you off, just make sure when you want to flirt with someone, make sure that they’re not taken, otherwise it can get,” (Y/N) tilted her head and gave the woman in front of her another smile, “messy.” With a turn, she faced Steve indicating that the conversation ended. Luckily, the woman took the hint and walked off.


Steve allowed himself to be dragged by into an empty room. She turned around and he saw that she was beyond pissed. “Do you want our plan to go down the drain?”

“Are you jealous?” He laughed at the thought. (Y/N), jealous? In all of the time that he knew her, she never once showed this kind of emotion.

“I’m angry that our plan would be tarnished, yes.”

He walked over to her, smiling all the while. “You were jealous.” He placed his hands on her hips. She shook her head, anger still in his eyes. “Oh really?” She nodded. “So after this whole charade, you wouldn’t mind me dating her,” he ghosted his lips over hers, “fuck her,” now her ear, “make love to her?” He allowed himself to nibble on her ear, earning a moan from her.

“Fuck her all you want,” (Y/N) grasped the tie, pulling him closer, their noses touching, “but you’re mine right now.” She grounded her hips against his, and this time it was him moaning.

As their kisses got more desperate, (Y/N) allowed her to think. How did it come to this situation? Alone, in a room with Steve Rogers of all people trying to undo her dress, which started which jealously? If you told her this 3 years ago, she would have laughed in your face, but at this moment? She allowed herself to enjoy Steve Rogers.

“Steve, fuck! Oh my god!” She yelled as she fisted his hair.

“Better be quiet doll, or someone might come in,” he mumbled against her clit.

“Don’t care,” she mumbled, Steve moved back in this time with more rigor. Her head tilting back, moaning loudly as she did so.


5.5 Weeks into ‘dating’

“Aren’t we supposed to break up now or something?” He dropped it so casually, it was like he was talking about the weather.

She was so stunned that she couldn’t formulate a sentence so she decided on, “What?”

“Wasn’t that the plan?” She stopped playing with his hair and turned to him. He noticed her eyes drop down, her brows furrowed. “Unless you don’t want to.” He teased.

She looked up and clenched her jaw, “No. I just don’t know how to do it dramatically, I mean I haven’t had the time to think with you fucking me.” She yanked herself out of his grasp, and neither would admit it but they missed each others touch.

Steve’s eyes widened with her cold tone, “(Y/N)…”

“Give me until tonight, then I’ll you the plan,” she walked away, her heart beating furiously.

Once she was in her room, she locked the door and sat on her bed. (Y/N) placed her face on her hands. She completely forgot about the plan -with all the sex, the talks about their past and her incessant questions about his childhood, and the weird dates in Brooklyn that she couldn’t help but enjoy. She never thought that when got into this that their goal, her goal of making sure that Tony and the gang never in their life again would blur with one kiss from Steve Rogers.

(Y/N) had it all planned out. She usually knew what was real and what wasn’t, but whenever she was with Steve, she couldn’t help but feel that everything was real.


She stood by the kitchen, whiskey in her hand. (Y/N) texted Steve two minutes ago to meet her so they can ‘break-up’. She didn’t want to, not that she’ll ever voice that thought out. She saw Steve as soon as he entered the kitchen, his face wasn’t impassive as she thought it would be.

He stalked over to her, every Avenger now watching them. He pulled her into him roughly, his hand on her waist, the other on her ass. (Y/N) was shocked, so she hesitantly kissed him back. He broke apart with her, “I need to talk to you.” Steve didn’t allow her to respond, he just grabbed her by the hand and dragged her to his room. They both felt a group of eyes watching them, but they could not care less.

“Rogers, what the hell are you doing?” He locked the door. Steve faced her.

“I love you,” he stated plainly. “I didn’t want to fall in love with you, but fuck, every single smile that you gave me, every single conversation that we had made me fall in love with you. I’m not going to lie, when I first met you I thought that you were one of the most beautiful people I have ever seen, but then you opened your perfect little mouth and you ruined it all.”

He gave a small laugh, “But you didn’t at the same time.” He looked at her, “I wanted you more than anything, the way that you talked to me -you talked to me like I was a normal guy pissing you off, not Captain America. You were the most annoying, frustrating woman in my life, I didn’t know whether I wanted to kill you or fuck you. But I did know one thing, I couldn’t imagine my life without your incessant nagging about everything that I did.”

Steve stopped speaking, they both knew that he was finished talking. (Y/N) stood there, in the middle of Steve’s room, unmoving, no emotion in her eyes. She closed her yes and inhaled.

“Has anyone ever told you that you’re dramatic? You could rival Tony,” She opened her eyes and looked at him. He knew that her words were supposed to be biting but once he saw her eyes, oh god, he could burst out crying. Steve saw the love and admiration that he knew would take awhile for her to voice out. But it was still there. She loved him as well.

“You love me,” he teased and she shrugged laughing all the while. “You know what’s better than normal sex against a wall?” Steve asked.

She moved forward, wrapping her arms around him, her face glowing. “What?”

“Having passionate sex in Tony’s office,” he winked at her and she laughed.

“And they say that I’m the inappropriate one in the relationship!” She grinned at him. He was beautiful and he was hers. “I must say though, you know a way to girl’s heart.”

“Correction, I know the way to your heart.” He grinned down at her, and kissing her for the first time, not because of a scheme or a plan, but because he finally got the girl who managed to make him rip out his hair, kiss her until she’s out of breath and set his soul on fire. Sure, he had a rough road ahead of him, but if she was there with him, he could manage.

Hey guys! I just wanted to put a disclaimer out here on this story, it is very angsty and deals with mature subject matter, it could possibly be a trigger warning. Thankyou so much!

It all started simple enough, it wasn’t supposed to end up like this. Hanging out with the gang, that was it. But then there was Betty Cooper

Kind, selfless, beautiful Betty Cooper who would rather die than see any living thing being tormented in any way. He should’ve noticed it, seen it in her eyes, the way her shoulders drew up and her breathing quickened. She was ready for a fight. And a fight she was going to get.

They had been eating, that’s all, just minding their own business, going over school work and laughing with their friends when all of a sudden the crash of a plate hitting the ground echoed through the barely full diner. Everyone’s eyes were drawn to Dilton Doiley now sitting on the ground covered in his own food, bleeding from his arm. He wasn’t alone. Surrounding him were the biggest high schoolers Jughead had ever seen, tattooed and muscled their faces so mean and rough, it was scary to even look. And then they kicked the poor boy laying on the ground.

They kicked Dilton so hard, he coughed himself into throwing up. Betty was up in a second flat, he never even had the chance to touch her, grab her arm. Keep her stuck in that seat. He would’ve done anything to keep her there.

“Stop! What’s wrong with you?! What are you doing?!” She shouted hysterically, moving to help Dilton but was quickly stopped by one of the bunch.

“Back off bitch, this isn’t your fight.” It was a group of six all equally staring Betty down with such venom Jughead thought me might throw up alongside Dilton. He saw her hands go up to her ponytail, tightening it.

Oh shit.

“It’s my fight now, this is my town, my diner, my friends.” She stood tall , not a shake to her body. Suddenly without any warning she was slapped across the face, completely knocking her to the ground. “I said mind your own business bitch.” The tallest one spoke spitting on the ground near Betty’s face.

He had hopped over the booth in a second flat, Archie and Kevin following close behind

As soon as he reached for the monster who had slapped Betty he was being pulled down by another two of the gang. Pinning him to the ground and using the heel of his boot, the one to his left kicked him hard in the cheek, splitting his lip. He vaguely heard the screams of Veronica and Cheryl and saw Archie and Kevin being held back.

“This your girlfriend?” The tallest one said shoving Betty’s face into the ground by jugheads head keeping his foot on her head, he couldn’t help but think that this asshole was getting dirt in her hair. He tried to catch her eyes, tried to tell her it was gonna be okay, he was here, they were gonna get out of this but he couldn’t find her eyes, he could only make out the light pink cardigan, they weren’t letting him move, suddenly he heard her yelp and the sound of skin hitting skin caused him to push up in the force holding him back. He caught a glimpse of the scene.

The man had Betty’s shirt almost all the way over her head and had punched her directly in her side. “You’ve gotta learn” he was saying, “you can come with us, pretty young thing like you, we’ve got space in our trailer, we could make good use of you.” The rest of the group laughed and jughead growled

“Oh your boyfriend looks jealous, why don’t we let him see a little more, hell who knows it might be the last time he gets to see this tight little body.” The man was trying to unbutton her jeans but she was wiggling too much. He gripped her face so tight, Jughead was sure he was gonna leave bruises “stop fucking around”

She looked the man dead in the eye and spit right in his face “fuck you.” He couldn’t help the swell of pride in his chest, she wasn’t going down without a fight. The mans face contorted into something Jughead had never seen before, he was so angry he was physically red

“You dumb..” his hands were around her neck squeezing and jughead thrashed, pushing against the men holding, “Betty! Get the hell off of her!” He was crying now he could see her choking.

It was all over before it began, the sound of police cars blared through the windows and he was released, watching Betty slip to the ground he breathed a sigh of relief, the gang tried to run but as soon as they made it to the door, pops was there, rifle in his hands and cellphone held up. The cops rammed through the door taking down each and everyone of the monsters. He looked up to see a flash of black and red fly past him.

“Betty! Somebody help! Please” Veronica was crying, thick streaks of black mascara running down her face and Cheryl was on her cellphone with who he presumed was a lawyer based on her declaration of “you’ll be representing Betty Cooper and I want you hereNOW!”

He looked up and saw Archie, holding his arm and helping a shaking Kevin up.

Suddenly snapping out of his daze he got up running to where Betty was laying. Shoving both Cheryl and Veronica out of the way he dropped to his knees. Betty’s eyes were open, tears streaming out, her eye completely swollen and the harsh red fingerprints sticking out on her smooth skin, she had her fingers on her throat,

“I can’t Breathe” she choked out her voice raspy and weak.

Jughead was crying now, she should never look this, ever. but here she was , broken and hurt. And he couldn’t stop it, he didn’t do anything to help her, he couldn’t.

She was reaching for him

“My side juggie, its…I can’t..” his hands instantly went to the lift her t shirt, her ribs were bruised beyond belief and that brought on a fresh round of tears. Suddenly she was being ushered away by a group of emts a man gently lifting her onto a stretcher. Veronica looked at Jughead, “I’m gonna go to the hospital with her okay, you stay here and answer the questions they have, but if I don’t see you by Betty’s side in an hour, I’ll lose it.”

Archie gripped his shoulder
“This was not your fault man, they were going to kill Dilton, Betty did what she does best, help people. you couldn’t have stopped it. You know that”

Shaking his head he went over to the officer to describe the attack, apparently these men have been on a rampage, they had put six students in critical care, ones still fighting for his life. They were going away for a long time.

And Betty did that.

She stuck up to those monsters and she got them put away. But how could he face her? He looked her in the eyes as they beat her. He couldn’t do anything, just watch. The voice of Kevin Keller broke him out of his thoughts.

“She needs you, I know you’re blaming yourself but Betty would kill you if she knew you were doing that, you jumped in, you put yourself at risk for her, she knows that, she’s probably feeling just as guilty as you are, so go to her. Now. before she overthinks herself into a coma.” Sheriff Keller came and quickly took his son away. He was a good dad.

Shit, Betty’s parents were away on a week long cruise for a journalism retreat. Betty literally was on her own.

Hopping into Archie’s car, he smiled weakly at his best friend, he was waiting for him, he knew he would come to his senses, turning the key Archie turned to Jughead , a huge smile on his face
“Alright jug, lets go get you your girl.”

He rolled his eyes. Alright then, let’s go get the girl.

***

Pulling into the hospital parking lot, Jughead ran out of the car, sliding into the waiting room, “Betty Cooper” he yelled to the general public
“I need to see Betty cooper.” Suddenly a nurse in light blue scrubs approached him “Betty Cooper is in recovery, from her chart I can see she’s fine , no internal bleeding. Just some fractured ribs and a whole lot of bruising. Unfortunately only family can see her right now, ms.lodge is the exception.”

Jughead shook his head
“No. no I have to see her, her family is all away, I’m what she has right now. I’m … I’m her boyfriend.”

The nurse looked at the panicked boy and felt herself smile, he clearly cared about the beautiful blonde. She could bend the rules just once.
“First door on your right.”

He started to run before turning back quickly “Thankyou, Thankyou so much”

Standing outside the door, he took a deep breathe, okay he was ready. Slamming open the door he felt like all the wind had been knocked out of him.
She looked so small in the huge white hospital bed, tubes sticking out of her arms, the purple Bruises marring her perfect face. He wanted to cry, but he wouldn’t she needed him to be strong.

“Well I’m going to get pudding, vanilla or chocolate b?” Veronica said gathering her wallet.

Betty’s eyes never left jugheads “chocolate” she smiled, she knew that was his favorite.

Eyeing Jughead with cautious eyes, Veronica walked out the door. As soon as the handles clicked shut he was by her side

“I’m sorry” they both said at the same time.

It was almost comical how similar their faces were in that moment.

“For what” they both said again almost synchronized.

Jughead finally took her hand cautious of the tubes “I let them do this to you, I couldn’t get away I tried so hard, I watched everything they did, everything they tried to do. I couldn’t even protect you.” She shook her head quickly,

“This is my fault I should have left it alone, I saw how they were acting, but.. they were gonna kill him. He’s so small, he couldn’t take much more” she choked out through watery eyes “and then you jumped in and they hit you. That’s my fault” her fingers went to touch his bloody lip. But he grabbed her hand pressing it into his chest, right over his heart.
“I would go through this a hundred times over to spare even one of those bruises on your face.”

She sniffled, smiling at him

“Were quite the pair aren’t we?”

He laughed softly, rubbing the soft skin of her cheek, careful of any bruises.

“I’m not letting you out of my sight now, I hope you know that.” Betty nodded
“I don’t wanna be anywhere but with you.” She whispered
“Good, because I’m not going anywhere.” He dropped his forehead to hers and closed his eyes.

Forgive me Father, for I have sinned. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yes,” you breathe out.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I am sorry about your underwear though…”

Imagine getting together with Chris.

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

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

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

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

“I’d say.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I think Ava will figure it out.”

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

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Pay Back.

A/N: Sorry this was so short. I’m drowning in requests rn. I’m going to close them for right now.

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“What are we looking for again?” Liam asked as we descended into the dark underground tunnels. About an hour earlier, we all met in Scott’s house devising a plan. A plan to break our fellow pack member, Lydia Martain, out of Eichen House Sanitarium. Liam, Malia, and I were the distraction, Kira was the get away driver, and Scott and Stiles were the rescue team. The distraction teams’ task was to find the Chimera Pack and keep them at bay as long as possible. 

“I don’t know. A clue.” I shrugged as I ventured further into the pipe lined corridors. 

 Malia brushed past me “All I can smell from back there is your stupid perfume.” 

She said annoyance in her voice. Malia never really seemed in a good mood. Except maybe around her boyfriend, Stiles. Sometimes not even then. Liam and I followed Malia, the tunnel had many different extension. You’d get lost if you didn’t have a map, or super human smell. Unfortunately, I had neither. I was the only human among my companions, but I was smarter than both of them combined. Which is why I was with them. I was the voice of reason amid the two hot heads trekking with me. Suddenly, Malia stopped cause me to bump into her. She rolled her eyes at me over her shoulder. 

 “Do you hear that?” Her voice was hushed. 

 “Yeah.” Liam agreed his voice the same quiet tone.

I strained my ears to hear what their supernatural ones could, knowing that was impossible. 

 “I don’t hear any-“ I started, but was cut off my the two of them shushing me in unison. I furrowed my brow at them, but stayed quiet. From behind us a sound, like a metal piece hitting the ground, caught our attention. We all spun around to see Tracy and Josh, two chimera hybrids, standing a yard or two away. 

“Y/N.” Liam growled without looking at me. 

 “Yeah.” 

“Run.” He warned.

 As he said the words, Tracy and Josh charged at us. Tracy closed the gap between us first, and in that short distance she’d change into her Kanima form. Josh was still a bit behind, but flashed his fangs and his lightning power at us. I turned in the opposite direction and ran. I was no match for chimeras, I could barely walk without tripping over air half the time. I ran to the end of the hallway, and made a left. Running right into something solid, it knocked me backwards and I hit the ground. I looked up clutching my head to see what I’d run into. Fear washed over me instantly. Standing in front of me, mischievous smile and all was Theo Raeken. I could hear my heart pounding in my ears. I looked around feverishly trying to find something to attack with or some way to escape. 

 “Tsk. Tsk. You know fighting back is stupid.” He taunted me. I stood up cautiously, his eyes followed me intently. Without warning, I started towards him and swung my fist. It hit him in the jaw and he stumbled backwards. 

 “Feisty, aren’t we Princess?” He chuckled touching his lip to check for blood.

 “Tougher than I look, Princess.” I mocked. He stepped closer to me, and I instinctively stepped back. 

 “Tough, but not smart. I could pin before you knew was I did.” 

“I’d kick your ass, and I’d make sure you knew what I did.” I sassed. 

 He smiled at me, a cunning but beautiful smile. Everything about him was impossibly perfect, but I couldn’t be distracted. I had to get away. Once again, I started towards him but he was ready for me this time. Like he promised, he grabbed me and slammed me into the wall, pipes smashing into my back. He pinned my arms down to my side, a smirk smug on his face. I squirmed trying to free myself from his grip but he was to strong, and the struggling only seemed to entertain him. I had half a mind to spit in his face, when I saw it. He moved his gaze from my eyes to my lips and back. It was only for a second, had I not been so close to his face I might have missed it. It was like a sign from the supernatural gods. I pushed my lips firmly into his, and I was surprised when he returned the kiss. I could feel his grip on my arms loosen and I had my chance. I thrusted my knee into his groin causing him to grab it and double over in pain. I pushed past him and ran. My only escape was deeper in the maze like tunnels. The few doors I found as I ran were all locked. After several minutes of running, my pace started to slow and I knew I had to find a spot to hide. I made another turned, and saw a door ajar ahead. I sprinted towards it and squeezed inside shutting it quietly behind me. I was in an old supply closet. It was square with a chair in the corner to the right, a broom and an few boxes of powdered soap on a shelf in the far left corner. I walked over to the chair slumping in it. It creaked as I did. I figured I would wait until Scott and Stiles texted me that they’d gotten Lydia out okay, then I would sneak out. Hopefully, no one would be there by then.

“Find her!” Theo’s voice rang out. I wasn’t sure how close or how far he was. The tunnels were too echoey. 

“Where can she hide? All these doors are locked.” Tracy said.

“Yeah, Theo. She probably already got out.” a boy’s voice whined.

“What is it Theo?” Tracy asked. He hadn’t said anything, but he must have heard or smelled something. I held my breath just incase, his super hearing could me from where ever he was.

“Nothing.” He said finally after several minutes. “Let’s get out of here.”

There was no protest from any of them. But they were leaving, which meant I could too. I gave it about five minutes before cracking opening the door and peeking out. It seemed cleared and so I opened the door wider. Thinking I was alone, I started down the hallway. Suddenly, a hand wrapped around my torso hoisting me up and another covered my mouth. I started kicking and screaming, but bother were futile. My assailant’s strength was greater than my own. I was carried back into the same room, before I was let go. Finally, I was able to see who’d captured me.

“I like your perfume.” Theo smirked. 

Shit.

 Malia said it was strong. Note to self, perfume not great for hiding. 

“Let me go, Theo.” I warned unthreateningly.

“Why princess?”

He walked towards me, and I took a few steps backwards hitting a way. Dread rushed through me. I had no where to go. Before I knew it, he was inches from me. His smirk still perfect on his face. 

He grabbed my chin and turned my face to the left and than to the right. “Pay back is a bitch. ” he growled.

“I’m not afraid of you.” her voice quivered.

“You sure?’ He chuckled. “Because you’re heart beat says your terrified.” 

He lifted my chin, that he was still holding, up to look at him. I nibbled on my lower lip, a nervous habit of mine. The expression on his face changed as he watch me. Roughly, he grabbed both of my arms and put them together over my head. He held them there with one hand and with the other pulled my lips to his kissing my hard. I caught myself kissing him back, but I couldn’t help it. His lips were warm and soft. He licked my lips with his tongue asking to enter. I let him, and he swirled his tongue around mine. Everything in me told me stop, to push him off of me and run. But he started caressing my body with his free hand, and it felt so good. I bit his lower lip softly, causing him to groan in my mouth. He removed his hold on my hands, and moved down my body to my thighs. He lifted me up, and I wrapped my legs around him. I started to move my hands, but he glared up at me.

“Don’t move those hands until I say.” he warned. I nodded and he attack my neck with kisses. I moaned with pleasure. The sensation sent a shiver down my spine. Without thinking, I tangled my fingers in his hair. He withdrew from my neck, and narrowed his eyes. He loosened his grip on my thighs and I knew he was putting me down. Once I was firmly on the ground her spun me around, my front touching the wall. He nuzzled his nose in my ear.

“I don’t remember saying you could move you hands.” He growled.

“I’m sorry.” I whimpered. He didn’t say anything. He reached to my front, unbuttoning my pants and easing down the zipper. In one quick motion, he pulled my jeans and panties down around my knees. He smoothed his hand over my ass softly, before smacking it hard. Initially, I felt pain and hissed. But the sting dulled quickly and all I felt was pure pleasure. 

“I told you not to move, Princess.” He spanked me a few more times, and I could feel myself growing wetter with each one. 

“I’m going to fuck you now, and you’re not going make any noise. Understand?” He whispered in my ear. I nodded.

“I want you to say it.” he hissed.

“I’m not going to make any noise.” I recited.

“Good girl.” he cooed. I could hear him unzipping his pants behind me, and pulling them down. He pulled down his boxers and I heard him fiddling with the condom wrapper trying to get it opened. I wondered if he just walked around with condoms in his pocket. He put his hands on my hips readying himself. I stuck my ass out grinding against his erection. Theo groaned and tightened his grip on my hips, I could feel a bruise forming already. He teased my pussy with his tip as he lined himself up with my entrance. 

“god, you’re so wet.” He moaned. He slid in slowly and it took everything in me not to cry out. I dug my fingers into the wall, trying to suppress every urge to moan. I could hear him smiling behind me. He quickened his pace, and I wasn’t sure if I would be able to obey his command much longer.

“It feels so good, doesn’t it?” He purred. “Tell me, Princess.”

“Yes.” I moaned loudly. “Please, Theo. Faster.” I begged. He loved that he was the reason for my pleasure and he pumped in me faster. My walls tightened around him and I knew I was almost to my edge. From the low grunts and growls from behind me. He was too.

“I’m-I’m…” I tried to say.

“Come Princess.” At the words, I reached my climax. My moans filled the small room and that seemed to fuel Theo. He thrusted a couple more time before exploding his load into the condom. He pulled out and released his grip on my hips. My knees were shaky and I hazily redressed myself. He was already dressed when I looked at him again. He stepped closer to me and kissed me softly on the lips.

“Let’s do this again sometime.” He whispered and then he disappeared out of the room. I slouched against the wall.

“What just happened?” I said aloud to myself.

We do this together

(Montgomery de la Cruz x reader)

A/N: Honestly I never thought I would write a imagine about Monty, but oh my god I’m obsessed with him lately, we all know how attractive it is a redeemable bad boy, I’ve lived this with Reggie already lol.

Anyway this imagine it’s a little sad (?) at first I wanted to write one based on Sorry by Halsey, but it turned out being this, truth is that you end up showing your mood when your writing and obviously I wasn’t in my happiest mood writing this one, but now I am feeling a lot better and I want to write one really fluffy and flirty and happiness everywhere so stay tuned.

I hope you like this one xx 

Warnings: Mention of sexual assault and english is not my first language.

Words: 3.040

Masterpost


It had been a week since I ended my relationship with Monty and since that moment I had been receiving messages and calls, which I didn’t answer, he tried to talk with me every day in the halls or at lunch, but I had avoid him perfectly.

I understood why he felt the need of talking with me, because for him it didn’t make sense that what we had would had ended, our relationship worked so good, we were the image of balance you need between two people in order to make something work. I heard people talk when I passed next to them, how the wonder why we had broken up.

The truth was that I was broken inside, but I was the best when it came to pretend a complete different feeling outside that what I was feeling inside, for example right now in the inside my heart was completely shattered and even more when I saw Monty and his attempts of talking with me, but in the outside I made it look like if I didn’t care about him, like if I didn’t even know him.

I thought that he would end up giving up and he would move on with his life, but day after day he kept coming to me, he didn’t want to forget about us.

There was a day in particular that I found really hard, Monty’s birthday. That day everyone wished him happy birthday in the halls, someone even invited me to the party they were throwing for him at Bryce’s, I obviously wouldn’t go.

When I opened my locker I saw his present, I had bought it a month ago because there were a couple of tickets for an important baseball game and I knew how much he wanted to go and his mother didn’t let him buy the ticket because he got a bad grade, but I knew he wold end up passing that subject and that’s why I bought them, but now they were useless.

I had them in my hand, but I didn’t put them out of my locker so that way no one would see them. That was the first day I felt I could end up crying in front of everyone in that hall, but the sound of a locker closing next to me brought me back to reality and I left the tickets, closing my locker like if there were a bomb inside.

I leaned my back against the cold metal and I looked at the people around me until my eyes met with his for a few seconds, making him start coming in my direction.

“(Y/N) wait please!” he exclaimed when I started to walk away from him.

“Happy birthday Monty!” I looked behind for a second to see how one of the cheerleaders had stopped him to talk to him, even though he kept looking at me.

I locked myself in one of the cubicles in the bathroom, I had to go to my next class, but I didn’t think I could make it; I needed to take a break.

My hands were shaking, which made me even more nervous, so I crossed my arms in front of me, trying to make them stop. I repeated over and over again that everything would be fine; that I had made the right decision even thought it was painful.

I leaned my back on one of the cubicle walls and I slid until I was sitting on the floor, I hugged my legs against my chest and when I heard the bell rang that’s when I burst into tears.

I made myself stop when I heard the bathroom door opening, I even hold my breath to make it look like I wasn’t there, but they had heard me.

“I know there’s someone there” I heard a familiar voice say “I didn’t mean to bother you, but if you need help… I won’t judge” then I recognized the voice, it was my loved friend Hannah.

“It’s me…” I sniffed not moving from my position “(Y/N)” I added.

Silence appeared for a few seconds before I saw under the door how Hannah had sat on the other side.

“Do you want to talk about it?” she knew everything I was going through and all my thoughts, sometimes I wondered if she knew me better than I know myself.

“No” my voice cracked in that moment, showing that I was worse than I expected “I don’t know…”

“I know I’ve said this before… but I think you should do something about it and you should definitely talk to Monty and hear what he has to say about it”

Silence appeared again, this time longer than before. I knew Hannah was right, but if I talked about it I feel like the pain wouldn’t stop and if I talk to Monty I didn’t know how that conversation could end up.

I opened the cubicle door and Hannah stood up quickly, wrapping her arms around me instead of say or ask something else, I hugged her back until I felt I had my strength back.

I spent the rest of the hour with her, talking about the possible scenarios I could find when I talk with Monty, even though I don’t think anything could prepare me for what I would find.

When the bell rang again when left the bathroom and Hannah went to her next class, wishing me luck, and I walked to the classroom where I knew I would find Monty.

He was talking to Zach when they exited the class and when I saw him my heart skipped a beat and my body froze, I was close to turn around and leave, run away as fast as I could, but I saw Zack warning Monty of my presence and when he looked at me he stopped talking.

He started walking in my direction; I guess he thought I’d try to run from him, because I saw his surprised expression when he noticed I didn’t move, looking at him all the time.

“Ca-can we talk?” he sounded almost confused.

I just nodded while I bit my lip, so hard that in any moment I could start tasting the blood.

We walked in silence to the gym, which was empty. I drop my bag on the floor next to the bleachers and I turned in his direction.

“I’m sorry, okay? I don’t know what I’ve done wrong, but I’m sorry, please forgive me” He said walking towards me and taking my hands in his.

I looked at our hands and then at him again. People weren’t use to see this side of Monty, how he needed another person and he would do anything to keep someone by his side, even though he hadn’t to act like the asshole everyone thinks he is.

I put my hands away from him and I saw in his eyes how much that hurt him “You haven’t done anything wrong Monty” I said with a weak smile “You are the perfect boyfriend, every girl would be lucky to have you”

I didn’t know if his expression was more confused or surprised by my words.

“But then… why? Why did you break up?” that was the hard part of this conversation.

“Because…” I sighed heavily looking at my hands, I couldn’t stop playing with them “You deserve someone better Monty and-“

“What? What do you mean with someone better?” he said cutting me “I want you (Y/N), I deserve you” he cupped my face with his hands to make me look him in the eyes.

“You don’t get it… I… I can’t give you what you need” I put my hands on his, moving them away from me “I’m sorry Mont, sorry that I can’t believe that anybody ever really starts to fall in love with me, it is not your fault, I’m a mess and I’m never going to change, I’m sorry if I’ve hurt you because that’s the last thing I wanted to do…”

We stared at each other in silence, I was trying to keep my façade and not start crying and I really think he was feeling the same way because he started biting his lip, something he only does when he’s feeling vulnerable.

“I don’t know what’s going on” he said in a calm tone “But (Y/N), I love you, I am in love with you” he got closer to me if that was even possible “Please tell me what’s happening, let me help you. I’ve tried to ignore it because I know you don’t like to talk about your problems, but this is enough” he put one of his hands in my cheek and that gesture and his words were what he needed to break me and let the tears fall fast through my cheeks.

Without a second thought he brought me towards him and he hugged me, rubbing my hair slowly and kissing my temple. I wrapped my arms around his waist tightly, like if something was going to try to take him away from me.

It seemed like if we stayed like that for an eternity and I was okay with that, because being between his arms was my favourite place to be.

“I didn’t want to…” I cried griping his shirt “I didn’t want to…” I repeated closing my eyes tightly.

Monty made some space between us to be able to look at me and when I opened my eyes to see him I noticed how worried he was.

“(Y/N) what’s going on?” I closed my eyes again and I tighten my lips together trying to find the right way to say what I had to say.

“Something happened to me…” I opened my eyes to see his face when he heard my words through my shaky voice “in that party we went two weeks ago…” my tears started to fall faster and my voice was cracking with every word.

“Wh-what do you mean? What happened?” I could hear how fast his heart was beating in that moment, even faster than mine.

“I drank too much… an-and I went to one of the rooms to rest” I sobbed “someone entered the room… I thought it was you when I felt kisses in my neck” I bit my lip trying to stay as calm as I could “but when I opened my eyes it wasn’t you…” I cried even more than before because of the memory.

I felt his body tense under my hands and how much he was trying to keep himself together.

“I-I tried to push him away… but I couldn’t” he wrapped his arms around me again and I cried with my face hidden in his neck “I was so scared….” I whispered “I tried to scream… fight… and I couldn’t”

“Who did it?” he asked in a cold tone after a few minutes in silence.

I didn’t say anything so he made me look at him and he repeated the question.

“I know what you’ll do if I tell you who did it” I said wiping my tears.

“Of course you know it! I’m going to do what that son of a bitch deserves!” he exclaimed finally losing it “Why didn’t you tell me anything? You should have come to me first” he add softening his voice and trying to make me look him in the eyes.

“Because I still can’t believe this has happened” I answered looking at him and starting my crying again.

“I’m sorry” he said quickly cupping my face with his hands and kissing my forehead “I’m sorry” he said once again “fuck this is so frustrating” he whispered before making me look at him “but you’re going to be okay, I promise” now he seemed to feel guilty and that made me feel even worse “I’m going to be by your side through everything and that asshole it’s going to pay” I shacked my head when I realized what he meant.

“I’m not going to do anything” I said it so weakly that I almost couldn’t hear me, but I know he heard me because of how he reacted.

“You can’t let this go away so easily babe” he tried to sound as calm as he could “You can’t let him go away with what he’s done”

“I can’t do this Monty… I know what’s going to happen if everyone knows about what happened, one way or another people will look at me and talk about me; it’s his word against mine”

“If someone dares to say something about you I’ll make sure they don’t see the sun again” I couldn’t help but smile weakly, even though I wouldn’t let him do anything to anyone it was a relief knowing that I could count on him and that he was by my side no matter what.

“I love you” I said out of nowhere, getting what I wanted, which was see him smile “I just thought you would be better without me after what happened, because I don’t know if I will be the same again” I said looking at him through my glassy eyes.

“There’s nothing you can do that makes me stop loving you” he said caressing my cheeks with his thumbs.

I put my hands on his and I closed my eyes, enjoying the touch of his skin against mine.

“Mont?”

“Yeah?”

“You have to promise me that you won’t do anything if I tell you who did this” I said after a long silence.

I didn’t want to say his name out loud because it was something pretty painful, but I think Monty deserved to know.

“I… I promise you” he said not very sure

I opened my eyes, I knew he would be furious no matter the name I said, but I knew even better that when he heard who did this he probably would lose it, but I had to do it “It was Bryce…” I said feeling a lump on my throat.

I felt his hands tense and I could see how he clenched his jaw; he had to sigh deep a couple of times to control his berating.

I slide my hands through his forearms, making him come back to this moment and not think about all the possible scenarios where he killed Bryce. There was a mix of rage and helplessness in his eyes, something I hadn’t seen before.

“I’m so sorry for doing this to you, I’m sorry for ruining your birthday” I said with a shaky voice.

“You haven’t ruined anything” he said calmly “You haven’t done anything wrong, do you hear me? So stop apologizing” he added kissing my forehead.

I gave him my best smile thanking him his words “Can we leave?” I asked in a whisper.

He nodded before kissing my lips carefully and wrapping his arm around my shoulders. He grabbed my bag and we left for the rest of the day.

After that day I didn’t go to school for a few days, the same way I didn’t go the week after the party, it was like coming back to that again.

Monty came to my house after classes and he stayed until I fell sleep at night, but that day he didn’t showed up at his usual hour, I decided to wait in case something came up and he was coming late, but after an hour I called him, not getting an answer and then I started to get worried.

I went to his house to look for him, I saw his jeep on the entrance and that calmed me a little bit because at least I knew where he was, but when I knock at the door and nothing happened I started to get worried again. I took the emergency key, which I obviously knew where it was and I got in like if I were at my own house.

“Monty?” the house was in complete silence.

I went upstairs to his room and then I heard his voice, in his bathroom, I heard how he was swearing and letting some groans scape his lips.

“Monty?” I asked knocking at the door.

I suddenly stopped hearing him and after a few seconds he unlocked the door, I waited for him to open it, but when he didn’t I pushed it open and then I saw him, he had a black eye and cuts in his nose, cheek and lips.

My eyes were wide open by that moment and I went to him quickly, taking his face between my hands carefully.

“What happened?” I asked worried.

I didn’t get an answer, just the look he gave me every time he does something he know I don’t approve and then I knew it, I knew what he had done so I put my hands away from him.

“I had to do it, I promise you I’ve tried to control it all this time, but today I couldn’t help it anymore” I noticed how his voice was about to crack “I couldn’t do like anything happened after what he did and I wasn’t there to stop it” and then it hit me, he felt more gilt than all the rage he could hold against Bryce and getting in a fight with him was a way to try to release all that guilt.

“Look at me” I said putting my hands on his neck “there’s nothing you could’ve done, you can’t blame yourself for this”

“I should have been with you and nothing would have happened” he said with tears in his eyes.

I wrapped my arms around his neck and brought him closer to me, trying to comfort him “stop it Mont, it’s not your fault” I felt his arms around my waist and how his body relaxed under our touch.

I didn’t know how I would get over this or if I could be the same again, stop feeling this fear that something is about to happen all the time or the feeling that I’m hopeless, but if I knew something for sure was that if I had Monty by my side I would be fine and we’d get over this together.

black-light party - peter hale 


Requested by from wattpad 
Prompt - Peter and y/n go to the blacklight Party in Derek’s loft.
Warnings - none all fluff,
Pairing - Peter Hale x reader
Story
You walked up to Derek’s loft your heels clanking each step you took. Peter smirked “what are you thinking sweetheart?” he asked seeing the look of annoyance on your face. “you said we was going out, on a date! I thought you meant to a bar or for something to eat. I didn’t think you meant a night in your nephews” you told him. Peter just laughed more making you look at him suspicious, “I know but I had other ideas Derek’s not here and well the mayhem twins are having some form of party” he said holding your hand tight with one hand as he grabbed the door handle with the other. “and I also thought it would be the perfect place to show off my gorgeous girlfriend” he said bending down to kiss your cheek.

You and Peter had been going out with each other for a few weeks but hadn’t had an outdoor date, you had always cooked meals with wine and a movie at his apartment or your home. Your relationship wasn’t a secret but no one knew you and Peter was couple ether. so when peter told you he wanted to take you out it felt special and real, not that your relationship wasn’t real just you wanted more people to see the power couple you both was.
as the door slid open half of the beacon hills high school was there all in glowing paint and glow sticks dancing round “wait is this Danny’s black light Party?” you say to peter overly excited “ you’ve been saying all week about this party, you looked gutted when it was cancelled. So when I told the twins they could use the loft I thought you’d devastated if you missed it” he said with his arm around your back. shrieking you tuned and hugged him “thank you Peter”

Peter chuckled seeing how excited you was kisses you going to get a drink. He hated party’s and a rave party certainly wasn’t his thing, but he knew how much y/n really wanted to go. Making her happy was all that mattered to him. He watch as she smiled and laughed with stilinski, he could sense her happiness and joy walking back to her. Taking the time to admire her beauty as she glowed under the fluorescent lights.

You watched everyone dancing to the dj set up by the window. You couldn’t help think where was the little furniture Derek had and how mad he was going to be if/when he found out. “y/n, your here!” a drunk stiles point to you “yes captain obvious” you laughed back. Stiles had orange lipstick all over his cheek “you having a good night” you say pointing it out to him. Peter came over handing you a drink. Stiles watched as Peter kissed you putting his arm around your waist. The look on stiles’ face made your giggle as he was putting 2 and 2 together. “are.. you to.. going out” he said slow. Peter smiled “yes is that so hard to believe” he said to a very confused looking stiles. Stiles started asking you questions like ‘why are you going out with him? Did you know how evil Peter was? Why would you choose to date a psychopath?“ after telling stiles you loved Peter and Peter loved you, How you had been seeing Peter for a while and it was non of the packs business who you spent your nights.

When stiles left you Peter was mumbling annoyed about his questions. You turned to the paint table picking up a paint brush walking to peter his eyes clasped on you. Slowly you took your top off leaving you in a short vest top you looked at Peter "we can moan about stiles or do you want to paint my body” you say flirty waving the brush at him. Peter growled biting his lip smiling kind of all at the same time “definitely paint your body” he said before he started to paint around your collarbone.

Peter’s gentle touches made you shiver, light hums escaped your lips, especially when he would kiss your neck before painting. Peter was always different with you kinder and softer but he surprised you tonight. You had been used to his constant touching you and kisses behind closed doors, but you didn’t expect him to be this affectionate with you in public too making you love him more.
When Peter finished you looked to see butterflies and flowers neatly painted over your chest. You giggled “why butterflies” you asked him taken back by his choose “because sweetheart, I get butterflies every time I see you” he said before pulling you into a deep loving kiss. 

Lydia was looking round the loft, she saw Allison and Isaac dancing “ugh finally” she said aloud to herself next she saw stiles dancing madly with girl “awkwardly” she said Turing to see Aidan dancing with two girls “predictably” she said pulling a face. Next she saw Peter with y/n kissing in the middle of the dance floor like to them the was no one else there but them “very unpredictable but I like it” she smiled watching her best friend looking into Peter’s eyes smiling, in a way she hadn’t in a long time. 

Lydia was about to walk over when something triggered her banshee senses. Walking upstairs and out onto the balcony, she looked round unsure why she came out here. Quickly 5 ninjas surrounded her, One put its hand on her neck just under her ear. Looking into the glowing yellow eyes she let out a small cry before the omi ninja dropped her.

After a few dances Peter held you still his arms around you pulling you into his chest “so are you enjoying our first public date?” he asked winking at you. Blushing brighter then the uv paint you nodded “when you said date I thought dinner but your full of surprises Peter!” you answer “I love you y/n I wanted you to be happy” he confessed “I’m always happy when I’m with you and I love you more” you said smiling back Peter kisses your cheek close to your ear “it’s not possible” he whispered. Before you could argue back with him he turned his head. “what’s wrong?” you ask seeing his sudden change, making you feel nervous. Peter smiled at you “stay here kitten I’ll be back now” he said before walking up stairs. Part of you wanted to follow him when Aidan came asking if you had see Ethan. “not in a while want me to help you find him” you say. He nodded yes and you both went different ways to find the twin.

Allison and Isaac were in a room the twins was using as a party storage, you walked in as she was looking at a mark under his ear “have you guys seen Ethan I think Aidan is….” you stopped talking when you saw Ethan on the floor having some kind of fit. “Ethan” you scream running to his side dropping to your knees. Isaac and Allison looked shocked but not surprised at seeing him. Isaac told you to hold Ethan. He grabbed the twins arm “what are you doing?” you asked in a panic “triggering the healing process” he answered you before snapping Ethan’s arm. A growl came from Ethan as his eyes flashed blue. You, Issac and Allison helped him up about to take him to his twin.

Outside the room the music stopped, Derek’s roaring voice could be heard telling everyone to leave. When you all got to the main room of the loft Aidan was lay Lydia on the floor Scott with him helping her. She looked just as shaken as Ethan did. Kira was stood with them looking nervous at a very angry Derek.
Before anyone could speak a noise caught all the wolfs attention, you turn to see what they was looking at when masked ninjas filled the room. You looked at one of the slowly walking backwards terrified by its glowing firefly eyes. You looked round seeing Aidan next to you “guy’s why are they only looking at us” he called out. You went to run as you saw they had surrounded only you and Aidan. “what do we do” you say fear filled you voice. Derek, Scott and Isaac all looked at each other nodding. They flicked their claws out making the shadow ninjas turn looking at them.

Aidan stood in front of you trying to protect you, Scott had been thrown across the room Kira ran to him. Derek snapped one of their necks smiling after but it quickly drops as the thing seems unharmed by it. Derek was also thrown across the room. The omi turned to Aidan holding his head, Scott Isaac and derek all to hurt and injured to do anything. You pulled a light off the wall smacking it over the closest one. They dropped Aidan facing you next, you screamed as they walked to you backing up dropping the smashed light.

Peter had found Lydia with Aidan telling him to take her to the others he looked round the upstairs of the loft for her attacker, when he was surrounded by them, after they held and tested Peter he fell to the floor in a fit, he heard the scream of his soul mate, triggering his wolf side he felt something he had never before the need to protect, snapping out of the fit caused by the omi he ran to y/n. Jumping in front of her eyes glowing, saving her was his only goal.

A body dropped in front of you pushing you back into the corner. A loud terrifying roar sent vibrations through your chest. You had seen Peter as a werewolf before but this was scary, you wasn’t sure if it was because you was being attacked but something in him was more beast then man at the moment.
Peter stood blocking you from the omi, Derek had now gotten up taking on the one who sent him down. Scott was also on his feet gaining the attention of another.  The last Three of them moved closer to you drawing out their swords. They ran at Peter who was fighting their swings and slashes. His body hid most of the fighting from your view. You could see Isaac helping Aidan. Little bits of Derek fighting, you could hear Scott but not see him.
Peter had managed to kick one of them away but the other two ran at the same time to him. One of the had somehow come up behind you and Peter saw the sword out the corner of his eye. He spun round pushing you down as the ninja stabbed him instead of you.

You screamed as you saw the metal cut into his skin running at him the omi ninjas vanished with the sunrise. You saw Peter stand up pulling out the sword from his shoulder running to help him. He grabbed your face, his blue human eyes scanning you all over for any sign of injury before hugging you tight. Planting kisses on your head. “when I heard you scream I thought I was going to lose you” his voice shaking a little. You leaned back a little, his arms still round you tight looking up at him “you saved me” you burly say. “of course I did y/n I love you I would never let anyone hurt you” he said leaning down giving a sweet loving kiss on your lips.

A cough came from someone behind you making both you and Peter turn. The Pack all looked breathless holding someone up or a part of their body that was hurting. “what?” Peter asked looking at the confused expression most of them had. “I never thought I’d see the day Peter hale put himself in danger for someone else” Scott said. Peter put his arm around you before boldly saying “well Scott that’s something I only do for the person I love” smiling down at you.


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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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Those days were the easy days. Now my biggest problem is figuring out whether my ex who was sleeping with and got another girl pregnant was the father of my baby or if it was my best friend of years that I had drunken rebound sex with.

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My hand shook and so did my chest as I tried to take a breath in. My eyes zoned in on the stupid little plus sign on the stupid little stick that I had to pee on and wait for what felt like forever to get a result from.

“Shit,” I whispered to myself. “Shit, shit, shit.”

My teeth sunk into my bottom lip to fight the sting of tears that wanted to slip from my eyes. It almost seemed that the weather outside was in tune with how I felt as the sound of the heavy rain beating against the window rang through my ears and echoed against the tiles of the bathroom.

Throwing the positive pregnancy test in to the bin beside the counter I take a deep breath and lean against the counter looking at my reflection in the mirror. I looked like shit, as if I hadn’t slept in a week and in truth I really hadn’t but I suspected that my pale, washed out face was more from the vomiting every time I got a whiff of a flower or anything else that carried a strong scent.

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I’ll go with you

(Zach Dempsey mini-series part III)

Part I Part II

A/N: I hope you like it! I really like writing about Zach, he’s so sweet :)

Warnings: English is not my first language.

Words: 2.162

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We were just one week apart from saying goodbye to the life we knew, goodbye to the high school life and hello to the college life. I couldn’t wait to start the rest of my life and even better, I couldn’t wait to start it with Zach by my side.

We got in the same college, which was the most amazing thing ever, I still couldn’t believe it, I know I’m still young, but I knew I wanted to spend the rest of my days with Zach and I was hoping he felt the same way about me because I couldn’t imagine my life without him in it.

We had all planned, we would leave in a week to take a little holiday just the two of us and after that we would set in college, where he was going to study to be a marine biologist and I was going to study to be a veterinarian.

As you could imagine there was a party to celebrate the end of high school, all the grades were invited even though only the seniors were leaving. The party was in a house whose owner I didn’t know but it looked like they had money.

I wasn’t there because I really wanted but because Zach made me come, as always. He promised he woulnd’t drink a single drop of alcohol and I didn’t want to ruin his last high school party, but he stay firm and didn’t drink anything.

He was with his friends and I was with mine, Clay, Hannah and Tony, talking about anything and everything.

When I saw Zach getting up al walking in my direction I stopped paying attention to what my friends were saying and I watched him with a big smile on my face.

“Hey babe” he said lowering and kissing my forehead “I’m going to pick up my sister from a friend’s house. She called me saying she doesn’t feel well and she wants to go back home, will you be fine while I come back?”

“Oh, I’ll go with you” I said getting on my feet before he could say anything “I’ll see you later guys” I added saying goodbye to my friends and grabbing the hand Zach was offering to me.

We talked about the plans we had for our little trip when my phone went off and I saw the caller was my mother.

I answered, but it wasn’t my mother on the other side, it was my father, which was odd because he could have just called with his phone and when I heard his voice I knew something was wrong.

“What is it dad?” I heard sobs on the other side of the phone “Is mom alright?”

“Yes honey, your mom is fine… this call is about fluff…”as I listened what my father was telling me my eyes started opening more and more, I got a lump on my throat and I put my free hand on my mouth trying to contain how much I wanted to cry right now.

I didn’t answer to my dad’s words; I just put my phone away from my ear. I was completely shocked.

“Hey (Y/n) what’s wrong?” Zach asked clearly concerned.

I looked at Zach with tears in my eyes and trying to find the words to say that my best friend for more than ten years has just died, but when I looked at him and saw he was staring at me and he hadn’t seen the car coming in our direction I just screamed his name to make him look to the road again, but it was too late.

Zach did a hard turn trying to avoid the car. Everything was in slow motion, like if it wasn’t really happening, but it was real and when the other car crashed with us I came back to reality.

It took me a few seconds to react and be aware of what had happened, my body hurt like hell, specially my arm, but that didn’t matter right now, I looked at Zach to see if he was fine and when I saw him my heart just broke even more.

Thanks to the hard turn Zach did I was fine, as far I could tell, because the other car crashed in Zach’s side and not mine.

I called him desperately, waiting for him to open his eyes at any moment. He was bleeding in different spots of his arm, head and face, but still he reacted to my voice.

I reached for my phone quickly and I called emergencies, trying to stay calm. They told me I had to keep him awake while the help arrived and that I had to remind on the phone in case something happens.

“Hey Zach look at me” I said taking my seatbelt off to get closer to him. He had his eyes closed and it didn’t look like he could move his body “You’re going to be fine, do you hear me?” even though I wanted to sound optimistic I couldn’t help the tears falling from my eyes, seeing him like this was tearing me apart, I couldn’t face the idea of losing him “You’re going to get out of this and we’re going to leave for college together” I saw his lips bending in a little smile and it seems like he wanted to say something but I stopped him “shhh, don’t talk, save your energy to stay awake” I wanted to caress his face so he could feel my touch, but I couldn’t see properly how bad his injures were and I didn’t want to make it worse so I grad his right hand, which was perfectly fine.

When I heard the ambulance I sighed heavily, I had to think that everything was going to be just fine.

“I…” even though I told him not to talk he didn’t listen to me “I lo-love…you” he said trying to give my hand a squeeze.

“And I love you, with all my heart Zach, that’s why you can’t close your eyes” I hated thinking that those could be his lasts words.

The ambulances finally arrived and the paramedics took care of taking Zach and the other person out of the cars. I could get out by myself, but when I stand outside I felt everything spinning around me and the next thing I remember is seeing all black.

I was hearing voices and beeps around me and when I opened my eyes I saw I was in an ambulance, next to two paramedics that were looking the machines attached to me.

“Where is Zach?” was the first thing that left my lips. When I didn’t get an answer I tried to sit straight on the stretcher and then one of the paramedics made me lay again.

“He’s in other ambulance, in his way to the hospital”

“Is he going to be ok?”

“I can’t answer that; I didn’t take care of him”

I tried to relax, but it was impossible and when I look at my body trying to find some injure I just saw my right arm with a bandage, but I wasn’t feeling any pain maybe because they had gave me some kind of painkiller.

Once we were at the hospital they ran a lot of tests on me and as much as I asked for Zach no one told me anything and I didn’t know if that was good or bad news.

Suddenly the curtains that were around me moved and I saw my parents, obviously worried.

My mom came to hug me and I hugged her back, hiding my face in the crock of his neck and trying not to cry, I didn’t know where I should start talking.

“How has it happened?” I asked without letting my mom let go of me. I was referring to what my father told me over the phone before the accident.

“We can talk about that later, don’t think about that now” my mom said putting her hands on my cheeks and kissing my forehead.

“Do you know anything about Zach?” I looked at my father because I knew how to read his expression so that way I’d know if they were telling me the truth “I’ve been asking the nurses, but no one tells me anything”

A doctor appeared and my parents couldn’t answer my question. He told us I was free to go, that I was perfect expect for the cut on my arm, which was pretty deep, but it wouldn’t be a problem.

While he kept talking to my parents I excused myself and got out of there, ready to find answers. Just when I was going to ask for Zach to the girl in the reception I saw Zach’s mom at the end of the hallway and I ran in her direction.

“Mrs. Dempsey” I said breathless. She turned in my direction and a bug smile appeared on her face, which made me think everything was ok “Where is Zach? Is he ok?”

“He’s in there” she answered pointing at the close door next to her “and he’s going to be fine, you don’t have to worry” as soon as she finished that sentence she evolved me with her arms, hugging me, which made me feel confused “he’s alive thanks to you, if you hadn’t been there to call emergencies…” she couldn’t finish the sentence and I didn’t want her to “are you ok?” she asked letting me go and examining me, looking for something different.

“Yes, I just have a cut in my arm. Can I… it is possible to see him?” I asked anxious to see him again.

The door opened and a nurse got out, leaving the door half-open.

“He’s all yours” Zach’s mom told motioning me to the door.

Without a second thought I got into the room and there he was, peacefully laid on the bed, this time with his face clean of blood.

“Zach” I called him softly, standing by his bed and grabbing his hand. He turned his head in my direction and his eyes opened slowly, I could see the cuts on his face clearly now “Hey” I added happy to see him and kissing his hand “How do you feel?”

“Like if the basketball and baseball teams had passed over me” he joked with a weak tone on his voice “are you ok?”

“Yes, thanks to you” I replied letting a few tears roll down my cheeks “You should rest, I’ll be here when you wake up” he closed his eyes when he heard my words and with my free hand I started rubbing his hair.

I ended up falling asleep there, I had told my parents where I was, I didn’t want to scare them more.

When I opened my eyes again I found Zach looking at me, this time more recovered than the last time I talked with him.

“Good morning” he said with a smile on his face.

I lifted my head from the bed, adjusting my eyes to the light, I was a little confused, but I remembered what had happened the night before.

“Is it morning already?” I asked turning to the window to see that it was a new day indeed “Have you slept good?” I said turning to Zach again.

“I can’t complain” he answered “I won’t ask how you slept because I can imagine the answer to that. You should had gone home to rest”

“I’m not leaving you here”

“As much as I like hearing that you’ll have to leave at some point, I don’t think they’re letting me go soon” he put his hand on my cheek and caressed my skin with his thumb.

“I can’t go home…” I whisper.

“Why?”

“Last night… when my dad called me before the accident..” I had to stop to clear my throat to send the urge to cry away, I hadn’t think about it too much and I hadn’t say it out loud yet “He told me fluff had died” I felt my eyes burn, I wanted to cry so badly.

“Come here” he said pulling from my hand in his direction.

I laid next to him, he embraced my body with his arms and hugged me tight to his warm body not caring about how much his wounds could hurt.

“And then I thought I was going to lose you too” I couldn’t hide it anymore and I started crying.

“Don’t think about that ok? I’m here and I’m not going anywhere” he replied kissing my head.

We stayed there until a nurse came in and I had to leave the room.

In the end we hadn’t our vacations before college, Zach needed time to recover and I needed time to stop feeling like crap after what happened that night and the loss of my dog, but when the time came we left for college without looking behind.

KAI PARKER FIC

BRUISES PT.6    (part five here)

*SOME SMUT AT THE END*

X x X

He brought both his hand to her cheeks, touching his forehead gently to hers for the briefest of moments.

“I know you enjoy running headfirst into danger, but you need to go, now,” he breathed with worry, blazing blue eyes anxiously darting over hers.

“Kai-” she began. 

“Please,” he whispered, “I need to know you’re safe.”

She trembled under his fingertips, her lower lip quivering, “okay.”

He swallowed the lump in his throat, “good.”

Her shaking hands came up to hold his hand against her cheek, breath hitched in her throat as she brushed her lips gingerly over his pouted ones, eyes closing as he pulled away, easing her out the room before murmuring an incantation that made her body melt into the thin air. She could still see him, but was unable to make a noise as she watched a streak of red blood trickle from his nose, Kai wiping it quickly away in hopes she didn’t notice.

“Soon,” he promised to her invisible shape before vanishing into the next room over.

He strode across the thick red carpets, putting on a brave face as he approached his father, who stood beside the flickering embers in the fireplace, face set.

“Where is she?” Joshua growled.

“What are you talking about?” Kai played dumb, lips twitching into his smug expression.

His father plucked a string from his pocket, raising up the glass vial filled with ruby red vampire blood, watching as it swung back and forth in front of his face.

“You won’t find her,” Kai shrugged.

“Now that I have this I can,” his father challenged.

Kai’s brows furrowed, as he raised a hand, slender fingers extending as he called out an ineffective spell. He cursed and tried again, sweat gathering on his forehead when he realized his magic wasn’t working.

“Looks like you’re out of magic” Joshua sighed with false empathy.

“Shut up,” Kai barked.

“Try and make me,” he retorted.

“Oh I will,” Kai said, hardened expression as he aimed a fist at his father, who snapped Kai’s wrist before he could make contact with his face.

Kai let out a cry as he stumbled back in anguish, holding his wrist to his chest as he bit at his cheeks to restrain from letting his tears bring his father satisfaction.

“What if I told you the merge could happen?” Joshua said, approaching his son with narrowed eyes. 

“We both know you’d never let it happen,” Kai growled weakly.

“And if I told you it could? If you could pick the merge, or the girl-” he began.

“I’d choose her,” Kai cut him off before he could finish, “every time, i’d choose her.”

“Mm,” Joshua shook his head in disbelief, icy glare staring Kai down. “And that feeling inside of you, the one that fiends for magic, when it gets worse and worse with every day you don’t merge, then what?”

“Then I’ll get through it,” he mumbled.

“Or you won’t. And that side of you that you try so hard to bury will one day take over every fiber of you’re being, and you’ll lose her forever, if you somehow managed not to kill her by that point.”

“Don’t,” Kai snapped, his eyes watering as he shook his head with denial.

Joshua Parker kicked Kai down onto the carpet, looking smug as he watched his own son cower beneath him. His face softened as he sunk down to Kai’s level, whispering, “believe it or not, I don’t want to hurt her, in fact I’m doing the opposite.”

Kai’s chest rattled as anger flared in his chest, jaw pulsating as he held his tongue down between his teeth.

“I didn’t know it before but…” he paused, “she’s only human.” The tone of his voice seemed calmer, more genuine.

“I know that,” Kai stated obviously, “and that also means she poses no threat to our coven, so you’ll leave her be.”

“Well it’s because she’s human that I won’t kill her,” Joshua said.

Kai froze, “so what is it that you want?”

“I want you to let her go.”

“I can’t do that.”

“But you will.”

“Or else?”

“I’ll do what needs to be done.”

“WHY!?” Kai spat, “For once in my life, father, I’m happy. Let me have that,” he choked quietly, a tear escaping from his glistening eyes, “please.”

“But people like you don’t get to be happy,” he smiled a little with a tilt of his head as more blood oozed from Kai’s nose.

“Why?” he asked again, his lip trembling.

“I’m trying to save her before you destroy the light in her soul, just like you always do,” he said flatly. “And,” he added, “what she can do is worse than the threat of any vampire, witch, or other magical being.”

“And what’s that?”

“Love you,” Joshua Parker breathed. “And that love is giving you false hope. She’s rooting some idea in your head that you can finally be free, that there is something good in this world for you, and that’s exactly what is going to drive you to believe you can escape the coven. So, tell me you haven’t thought about it.”

Kai said nothing as he blinked up at his father.

“That’s what I thought,” he sighed.

“I wasn’t going to hurt you,” Kai began.

“I know, because you’re too cowardly to dare try, so instead you would run.”

Joshua Parker stood up and turned his back to Kai, “you have one day.”

“What?” Kai struggled to stand, wincing out as he brought himself up from the floor.

“Bring her to me, and I’ll let her go free without a trace of your existence to remain in her mind. She can go on and live the life she deserves, one without you in it.”

“And if I refuse?” Kai breathed.

“I’ll kill her.”

Kai lunged for his father, grabbing his wrist and feeling the hot sensation of magic flooding into his system, the sensation like a drug dissolving into his bloodstream. But before he could take enough in, his father groaned in pain and slapped him back to the ground before vanishing out of sight. Kai gasped out, the crushing pain settling over his heart as he crumpled into a ball on the floor and began to sob with no restraint. He used his magic to heal his wrist, but nothing he did could soothe the ache he felt coursing within him, his own tears getting caught in his lips as he choked for air and rocked himself on the carpet with every shake of his chest. He called out for her, and suddenly she was there, arms hitching under his body as she cradled his head to her chest, pressing her lips into his forehead before scooping him up with immense strength and bringing his crumpled form up the stairs and onto her bed. She crawled into the fluffy sheets beside him, whispering into his ear and gently rubbing her hands against his back until he began to settle into the mold of her body. His breath began to calm, tears staining her clothes, eyes bright red from crying as he brought them up to look at her, his lips raw and chapped.

“He’s going to take you away from me,” Kai managed through a broken sob.

“He won’t,” she promised, searching for the sparkle that usually glimmered in Kai’s eyes.

“Don’t make that promise,” he whispered hoarsely.

“Malachai,” she stopped him with a brush of her fingertips to his lips, “can you do something for me?”

“Anything,” he said.

“I want you to take a long and hot shower, to breathe and get in a fresh change of clothes, and when you come out, I promise I’ll explain, okay?”

He looked at her with confusion, but gave a faint nod, “okay.”

And so he pulled himself from her bed and dragged his form over to her bathroom, door swinging open as he remembered that first night she’d brought him into the bath and seen the canvas of bruises that painted his body. He turned the knobs to full heat, not flinching as he stripped and stood beneath the searing hot gushes of water, his head to the cold tiles as he just stood there, practicing his breathing and trying with no luck to wash his mind of worry. He lathered on a thick layer of the soap that smelled of her, and came out of the shower shortly after, a fluffy white towel around his waist as he went walking back to her bedroom, feeling a little better, but still numb all over. She sat on the bed, a brown book spread open on her lap, the girl deep in thought. Her twinkling lights blazed like little fairies above her, that lip jutted out perfectly, hair cascading beautifully around her perfect face.

“Hey,” he sat beside her.

“Hi,” she said, closing the faded old book and setting it on her dresser. “There’s something I need to tell you.”

“Okay?” he asked.

“I’ve been in contact with a witch,” she admitted.

“What?!” Kai said with alarm.

“I was digging through this book that belongs to your father, reading up on this girl who’s been traced back to your coven. And though I don’t fully understand her work, I know she’s been outcast for not following by the rules of the coven, so she’s been set aside, unspoken of.”

“And?” Kai asked anxiously.

“And she hates that coven as much as you do, which means she’s on our side. I still haven’t met her, but she been sending me letters from nowhere for a week now, scribbled with messages that I respond to, and…she’s gonna help us, Kai.”

“How do you know you can trust her?” he asked with disbelief.

“She tried to cut ties with the coven and it ended badly, don’t you think she’s willing to help us do the same without making her mistakes?”

“What are you saying?” Kai said, his brows arched in worry.

“I’m saying that you’re not going to lose me, because this time tomorrow you’ll be unbound from that sad excuse of a family for good,” she smiled with hope.

“And if it doesn’t wor-”

“It will,” she cut him off, “ I promise.”

“So I’m…not going to lose you?” his lips twitched, breath caught in his throat.

“You’re not gonna lose me,” she repeated with a cute little laugh.

Kai stared at her, eyes boring deep into her own, a spark of hope flaring in his chest as he looked at her full lips with longing, not knowing how to thank her, how to tell her how grateful he was. She brought a hand to his cheek, body meshing softly into Kai’s front as her lips attached cautiously to his. Her arms went slinking around his neck as she nudged deeper into his lips, lost in the need to feel it all, taste it all. Kai’s hand went to her neck as he forced her closer into his mouth, his back arching back onto the bed as her weight gently settled over him. She groaned lightly against his lips, and Kai felt something within him stir, an unfamiliar feeling that told him he wanted more, and he did. Her hands went sliding through his brown locks, tongue invading his mouth, hands pinning his shoulders into the mattress as her hair fell in a halo around his face. He didn’t understand the hunger awaking in his body, the way he ached to explore all of her, how his hands were grasping at her shirt with no restraint. He detached his lips from hers and rolled his head to the side, chest shaking as he gulped in air and averted her eyes.

“Malachai?” she whispered.

He shook his head, teeth grinding together as her fingers went crawling under his chin and bringing his blue eyes back to hers.

“I’m sorry,” he breathed, “I-I’ve never been this close to somebody, I just-” he paused, “I don’t know this feeling,” he admitted. “And I don’t know how to control myself with you.”

She gave him a smile, bright eyes glistening as she bent down to peck his lips, her hands working at her clothes as she murmured against him, “it’s okay, I don’t want you to control yourself.” She pulled back as the words fell huskily from her lips, her top falling to the sheets as she sat bare atop his chest, those eyes inviting him in. He looked at her in awe, cheeks flushing as he drank in the sight of her.

“Come here,” she smiled faintly, making him chase her lips as he bent his back to catch her mouth, his hand pinning her shoulders into him, her exposed flesh pressed to his. He moved his slender fingers down her bare stomach, goosebumps arising on her flesh, not daring to go further until she nodded against his lips. And then they were both there, nothing between them but lust and hot flesh. Kai welcomed the new feeling that consumed his body, breathing out in surprise when she went to kiss every bruise on his body, to trail her fingertips over every scar with affection pulsating in her fingertips. Every part of his body marked with hate was instead touched by her love, and with every passing moment he needed her more and more. The control she held over him was overwhelming, the way she made him forget to breathe, the way the only name he could remember was hers, the way she could make him feel nothing but her raw lips to his flesh. She was dominant, and she knew what she wanted, but Kai eventually plucked up the courage to take control, rolling her body beneath his as he exchanged the favor, his lips to her skin, his hips rolling against her own, his hands grabbing at her soft hair. He started off gentle, but with every passing second she would encourage him further, would push his head roughly into her skin, or arch her back to make sure he could consume all of her, and so he eased more comfortably into her rhythm, losing himself in her, just as she lost herself in him. 

Imagine your first fight with Chris.

A/N: Part 3 😭 Did I cry? Oh, I definitely would’ve if I wrote this in the privacy of my own home. But seeing as I was in public, I had to take a few deep breaths and get through it without crying. You can read the previous parts here: (Mini-series - Masterlist; Mini-series Spin-off: ‘Unexpected Reader - Masterlist’, ‘Little Ways Away - Part 1/Part 2)

Friday came and that meant it’d been five days since Chris last spoke with you, and five days since you started ignoring his calls. Both of you were going insane not being able to speak to the other, but that was where you were at and needed to be. So Chris took Sebastian’s advice into consideration and stopped pushing, he ate up whatever lie you gave him and hoped you’d call soon because he was seriously missing your voice. You wanted to call, God, you wanted to call. You wanted to hear his voice; you wanted to see his face on your computer screen; you wanted to tell him about how Jack dropped a fork down a customer’s dress and hear him bellow with laughter, but you couldn’t.

Things with you hadn’t improved; you were still stressed and on the verge of having a mental breakdown that you didn’t want to bother your very busy boyfriend with. As frustrating as you knew you were being, you still believed Chris was better off not knowing. You believed that because you hadn’t talked to him, you couldn’t hear how worried he was about you; how stressed he was because he couldn’t talk to you; how much he needed you while he was pulling sixteen hour days miles from the girl he loved. He, too, was on the verge of having a mental breakdown but was too afraid that you’d do what Sebastian said if he pushed too hard. So he left you alone, gave you the space you apparently needed, and suffered in silence.

The two of you really were too similar, incredibly good at repeating history, and becoming increasingly insufferable to those around you. If you’d just let your incredibly wise best friend give you some brutally honest advice, you wouldn’t be in this situation and the last five days wouldn’t have been your hell on earth.

“Hey, babe,” Ava called from the kitchen as came through the front door; Dodger barked.

“Hey, sorry.” You gave them both a quick wave as you rushed down the hallway to your room; you were running late for work due to an impromptu meeting with Professor Killian, who was concerned about your recent decline in mood. They followed you; Ava with her bowl of Lucky Charms, and stood in your doorway, watching you bounce around your room gathering your work clothes. “I’m running so late, Jack’s texted me twice already and-” you stopped and looked around, frowning, “where the hell is my apron?”

“I think it’s in the wash, but you can use mine.” She told you and walked over to her room to grab it while you got changed. “What were you doing at school anyway?” She asked as she walked back towards your room; she stood in the hallway and waited for you, whereas Dodger left for the living room. “You don’t have classes on Friday, did they change your timetable?”

“No, thank God,” you took the apron Ava was holding out and shoved it into your handbag. “I got an email from Professor Killian because he’s concerned about me. Apparently I’ve been very distracted and unproductive in his class.” You rolled your eyes and Ava pursed her lips in response because she knew your professor was right. “What a ridiculous accusation, I turned in two drafts yesterday.” You headed for the bathroom to quickly fix your hair before you left for your fine-dine restaurant job; Ava followed, quietly eating her cereal. “Have I been distracted and unproductive?”

“I don’t think you want me to answer that,” Ava said with a wince.

“Seriously?” You narrowed your eyes at her. “How have I been distracted and unproductive?”

“Babe-” Ava sighed and followed you as you headed for the front door. “Since you decided to stop talking to Chris, you haven’t been particularly focused on anything.” You stopped and turned to her with raised eyebrows. “You go through your days upset and distracted, and yes- you still do your writing and you go to work, but you’re lacking your usual perky personality and it is very noticeable. I mean- If Killian noticed, you know you’re on rough terrain.”

“God, I know,” you sighed. “I know you’re right. I just- I’m trying,” you told her and she nodded, knowing very well you were. “And I want to talk to him, I just feel like if I do- I’m going to freak him out and make him worry and- I don’t want to do that while he’s busy with work.”

“You know he’s never going to be too busy for you, right?”

“I know,” you managed a smile. “But I still don’t want to add more to his already very full plate. I know I’m being very frustrating and ignoring him is not one of my best ideas, but it’s all I have right now.” Ava reached for your elbow and gave your arm a light squeeze because she was starting to understand why you were doing what you were doing. “I’ll talk to him soon, I just need to figure out how to explain everything to him so he doesn’t worry about me after I hang up. Am I making sense?” You chuckled wearily with limited humor. “I feel like I’m just blathering.”

“Perfect sense,” she assured you, smiling. “You care about him, that’s why you’re doing all this. Props, sweetheart. Really, I’m very proud of you and the way you’re coping with everything.” She gave you a quick one arm hug and you smiled, hugging her back. “You’re going to be fine, like I told Chris- you’re a tough nut to crack. But y'know, in a positive light- not the mysterious, hard-to-deal-with meaning. Though you are a puzzle sometimes, a very complicated puzzle.”

“Yeah, I’m a fucking macadamia nut,” you joked and both laughed. “I really gotta run,” you told her and she nodded, making her way to the couch to join Dodger as your phone started ringing. The ringtone was your average, day-to-day, every-man ringtone so you picked up without looking at it; you’d no idea Chris had borrowed a phone so he could trick you into picking up his call. He didn’t want to push, but he had a terrible day and he needed to talk to you. “Hello?”

“Here I was thinking you’d let this call go to voicemail too,” Chris’ voice came through and you felt your breath hitch in your throat. “Um-” He chuckled with limited humor. You were too stunned to process the emotions wrapped in his tone; you couldn’t even tell that he’d been crying. “Hey, um- God, it’s so good to finally hear your voice. How are you, sweetheart?”

“I’m good,” you found yourself lying again. “I’m actually on my way to work, so can I call y-”

“Of course you are,” Chris muttered bitterly; his hand tugging at his hair as he tried not to swear.

“Of course I am?” You felt your eyes narrow even though you knew you deserved whatever Chris was throwing your way. “What is that suppose to mean?” You bit as Ava turned; she saw the expression on your face which meant the call you’d been avoiding had arrived. She found herself lowering her bowl and planting both feet on the ground, preparing to intervene if she needed to- if the fight became bigger than it should. Dodger was on alert too, like he could sense the storm brewing between you and his best friend.

“What is that suppose to mean?” Chris bit back with a scoff. “Are you kidding me right now, Y/N? You haven’t spoken to me in five days! Did we get into a fight, did we break up? I don’t know because we haven’t talked!” You tried to interject, but he didn’t let you. “You’ve avoided all my calls and attempts at FaceTiming you, you reply to all my texts in less than five words- like what is your problem? Did I do something to piss you off, because if I did- please, let me know.”

“Chris-” you began then sighed, “I’m sorry, but this sounds like a fight I can’t get into right now.” You heard him scoff on the other end and you wanted to kick yourself. “It’s not you, okay? I’m just-” you glanced at the clock hanging on your wall, “I need to go. I’ll call you after work and we’ll talk about this then.”

“No,” he practically growled. “We’re going to talk about this now, Y/N. I’ve given you enough time to sort out whatever the hell is going on with you, I want to resolve this now. I don’t care if you’re late for work, this is a lot more important than a shift where they can easily get someone to cover for you. What is going on? Did I do something to upset you?”

“No! God, Chris- not everything is about you.” Your heart ached at the sound of his voice, it ached for him. “I already told you, this isn’t about you.” You said, as you realized how much it was; you missed him dearly and it was affecting your entire being- mind, body, and soul. Up until you heard his voice, you didn’t realize how much your life was in shambles. Sure, school was great and work was good, but- you were alone and apart from your soulmate that you took nineteen years to find. You were not okay, you needed the next seven months to be over. “I’ve just been busy, okay? And I’m busy now, so I really need to end this phone call and call you back later.”

“Don’t you dare hang up on me,” he warned; his voice broke but you were too distraught to notice. “Y/N, we need to communicate. We may be perfect for each other, but God- we are terrible at being in a relationship.” Your eyes narrowed at that. “Couples are meant to be honest with each other. We’re meant to tell each other everything, yet here we are arguing about something that could’ve easily been avoided if we just talked.”

“I don’t even know what we’re arguing about!” You cried with a deep frown; Ava noticed your hand clench into a tight fist and she knew you were about to lost it. “You started this argument, Chris,” you accused and he scoffed. “I was just trying to get to work.” There was a long pause where neither of you said anything, then you did, “I know we need to talk, but I don’t have time to talk to you right now.”

Remember love and how it was a strange concept? How it could either be the simplest of things, or the most complicated? How a wrong move, a poorly chosen word, bad timing- how all of these factors were capable of tearing a soul into pieces? Well, the two of you were about to experience that ache and anguish.

“Make time,” he bit, trying to hold back his tears. “Have Ava cover your shift so we can talk, Y/N. I’m not asking for a lot here, I’m asking to talk to my girlfriend.” You turned your back towards Ava so she didn’t see you starting to cry, but she knew. “All I want is a second of your time, Y/N, a second of your time to just talk. Can you give me that? Can you give me that and ask me about my day? You’re not the only one who is having a hard time with all of this. I miss you too, and I need you too.”

“This is not how I imagined this conversation would go,” you mumbled under your breath instead of keeping it in your head. That was your mistake; the straw that broke the camel’s back; the prompt that brought forth words Chris didn’t mean and regretted immediately.

“Of course not,” Chris bit. “'Cause everything is just fucking perfect in your stories, isn’t it?” You felt your heart break at the harshness of his tone as well as the bitterness of his words. “Newsflash, Y/N, this is real life and I am not perfect. I am nowhere near fucking perfect,” he spat and you bit the inside of your cheek to stop yourself from having a full on breakdown.

“What is your problem, Chris?”

Chris could hear your voice shake and he knew you were crying. He knew he was hurting you and it broke his heart to think that you were crying because of him, but he couldn’t stop the foul words from spilling out of his mouth. “I can’t be the perfect guy you want me to be,” he told you and a whimper escaped your lips. “Your expectations are too high and I don’t know how to live up to them. I thought I did, but-” he swallowed, “I don’t.”

“What are you trying to say?” You breathed and Ava jumped up; she knew exactly what was happening. You waited for him to say something, but he didn’t, so you did. “You know I never asked you to be anyone you weren’t, I never expected anything from you.” Ava tried to take the phone out of your hand, but you moved out of her reach. “But clearly, I was wrong. Clearly…” You trailed off because you couldn’t breathe. “I overreached and this was a huge mistake.”

“Y/N, no! Hang up, hang up now!” Ava hissed at you, but you ignored her with a shake of your head and tears streaming down your face. Both of you were tired and stressed out, neither of you knew what you were doing- you were just doing it. “Give me the phone,” Ava urged, reaching for your phone only to have you dodge her attempts, “give me the phone now!”

“If you don’t want to be with me anymore,” you continued before Chris could process what was happening. “If this is too difficult for you, Chris…” You took a shaky breath, doing everything you could to hold yourself together. “Then let’s just quit while we’re ahead, okay?” You didn’t wait for him to confirm, you just muttered a “okay.”

He finally processed what you were saying and frowned because that wasn’t at all what he wanted, or where he’d imagined your first fight would end. “No no no,” he quickly said before you hung up on him. “No, that’s not what I want. Y/N, I made a promise-”

“It’s fine,” you whispered. “I didn’t expect you to keep your promise anyway, you’re Chris Evans after all and I’m just…me.” You couldn’t hold it together anymore and you knew it was time to hang up. “Consider that letter void,” you managed with your quivering voice. “Like you said, Chris, this is not a story- it’s real life.” You hung up before he could say anything else, slamming your phone on the dining table as your hand flew to your stomach where you felt like you’d just been stab. “Oh my God,” you covered your mouth with your other hand. “What did I just do?”

“Hey,” Ava was quick to go to your aid, placing a comforting hand on your back that you shook off because you knew you’d lose it if you accepted that comfort. “Y/N, you can’t possibly go to work.” She tried to stop you as you grabbed your bag and made your way to the front door. “No!” She ran in front of you and blocked the door, pushing you back with one hand. “You are not going anywhere, you need to process this.”

“I need to go to work,” you told her in the firmest tone you could muster. You heard Dodger bark, but you couldn’t even look his way because he reminded you too much of the guy you’d so carelessly broke up with. “I’m fine, really,” you tried and failed to assure her. “Now please move out of my way because I am really, really late. Please,” you demanded and she reluctantly did as she was told.

The second you stepped out of the house and the door closed behind you, you broke down. You staggered down the first flight of stairs, hiding on the second so Ava couldn’t see you if she came out. You buried your face in your hands and sobbed, wishing you could take back the past five days so you could do it right this time. You had the perfect guy- the man of your dreams, and what did you do? You tossed him aside like he was nothing when he was actually your north, south, east, and west. You wished Chris was wrong, you wished real life was like your stories so you could be less of a fucking idiot and not ruin everything good in your life.

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Part 4

FATHER


(requested by anon)
Kai Parker x Reader
word count :
2 283
summary : Kai comes back from Hell and finds out he is a father.
*not my gif
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THE NIGHT BEFORE THE WEDDING …

Almost a month in the 1903 Prison World and the first person Kai wanted to see when he got out was Y/N. He couldn’t explain to himself why. Maybe it was because she was always nice to him , trying to defend him and convince her friends to give him a chance. It was almost 1.43AM when Kai finally got to Y/N’s house. There were no lights in the house and he wanted to surprise her , or maybe scare her to death. He wasn’t sure which way the conversation was going to end up. Kai looked up at her bedroom window , a smile spead across his face when he saw it was open. He quickly climbed up and sneaked inside , being as quiet as possible. Y/N was sleeping soundly , with a book in her hands.
“Of course.” he said to himself. Y/N loved books , they were her escape from reality.
Kai sneaked into bed with her , poking her a few times in her stomach until she woke up. He covered her mouth with his hand , making sure she wouldn’t scream. Her eyes widened in shock then surprise and finally relief when she recognised who it was.
“Miss me ?”
“Kai ! You scared the hell out of me … What are you doing here ? How are you here ? I thought Bonnie -”
“Oh she did , but I got out. Came here first , I don’t know why. Seemed the right place to visit. You should really close your window at night , who knows what kind of monsters might sneak into your room.” he said amused.
Y/N sat in her bed , leaving her book on the night stand.
“Well , I am glad you got out… Things were getting boring without you.”
“So what I am hearing is - you missed me ?” he said crawling on top of her. “You are awfully calm for someone who found a murderous sociopath in her bed in the middle of the night. Most people would’ve screamed , called the police …”
Kai brushed her cheek with the back of his hand , feeling her blush under his touch.
“Maybe a little. Why did you come here of all places ?” Y/N wondered.
“I … don’t know. I couldn’t stop thinking about you. It’s so annoying. In the Prison World there wasn’t much to do , 1903 was definitely a boring time period. They didn’t have any pork rinds so that was torture… but the real torture was you.” he said gazing into her eyes. “I saw you everywhere. You were constantly in my thoughts , distracting me…”
“Y-you were thinking about me ?”
“Yes ! Why is that ? It’s not like we were friends or anything… Feelings are hard.”
Y/N felt her heart racing realising what Kai was saying , what he still hadn’t figured out. Could it be that he has feelings for her too ? She stretched her hand , her fingertips tracing his cheeks , then his jaw line. When she touched his lips he closed his eyes for a moment and Y/N smiled to herself. Kai was starring at her as if he was seeing her for the first time , a mischievous grin spread across his face. His fingers touched her lips for a moment.
“Are you going to scream if I kiss you ?” he asked suddenly.
“I might if you don’t … ” she said , her hands quickly snaking to the back of his head pulling him towards her. Kai kissed her gently at first , the kiss deepening with every second. It was like someone had lit a match and started a fire. The more they kissed , the more they craved each other.


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Y/N’s phone rang , DAMON said the called ID. She sighed. Lately the calls from Damon never had good news. With everything happening the past few months - sirens and now with Cade on the loose it was all an endless mess.
“Hey. Is everything alright?”
“Peachy.” Damon said. “Could you come by the house ? It’s kind of important…”
“Is that a blender ? Damon what is this about ? Can’t you tell me on the phone ? I have my hands full here … Katie caught the flu and there is no one to help me around the house right now..”
“It’s OK you can both come. Hey do you want a strawberry smoothie ? I just made one… ”
“No.”
“Well , you are getting one anyways…See you in a bit.”
Y/N glanced at her phone screen shaking her head. Damon was acting weird. She turned towards her 4 year old son who was playing with his food , splashing it all around. She lifted him up carefully , wiping his face clean before changing his clothes. He looked so much like his father - same eyes , same nose , same hair color same everything. Even after all this time, it was still Kai. There were days when she absolutely hated him for getting himself killed , other days when she’d just leave Alex with Katie (the babysitter) and drive off to the clearing by the Wickery Bridge where Damon had burried Kai’s body and just sit there and cry. Some days she couldn’t stand to be around Damon or her friends… but they had been there for her. Caroline comforted her after her other baby didn’t survive childbirth then later on , Y/N had helped her with the twins. They were a family after all.
Y/N’s life had been crazy the past 12 years and a part of her always hoped that somehow , someway Kai would return. Except there was no Other Side , no more Prison Worlds… no way for that to happen. She sighed , pulling a dark blue shirt over Alexander’s head and tying his shoes afterwards. At the end of the day , she at least had her son and in a way it felt like being with Kai.
“We are going to see uncle Damon now.” said with a smile before lifting up her son and taking her bag and car keys. “And then we are going for ice cream or cotton candy. Whatever you want.”
Alex clapped his hand excitedly muttering something about ‘horseys’ and ‘candy’.

Y/N parked the car outside the Salvatore’s , opening the car’s back door undoing the belts on Alex’s car chair before taking him in her hands. Little Alexander wrapped his tiny hands around her neck holding onto her , lightly pulling at her hair.
“Damon ?” Y/N called out , walking inside. “Where are -”
Y/N froze on the spot , her eyes drifting to the sofa in the living room. She closed her eyes and opened them again making sure she wasn’t dreaming. On the sofa sat Kai Parker with a bag of pork rinds. He turned towards her , his eyes widening and a smile spreading across his face.
“M-Malachai ?”
“Hello sweetheart.” he said getting up , his eyes falling on the little boy in her hands. Kai seemed unable to move or form any words , his eyes wider than before and his mouth hanging semi open then closed the open again. He looked between her and the little boy , surprise and shock on his face.
“Mommy ?” Alexander said , placing his hand on her cheek trying to get her attention. Y/N hadn’t blinked in probably a whole minute now, afraid that if she does Kai would disappear. “Whoos dis ?” her son asked , pointing at Kai.
“M-mommy ?!” asked Kai , taking a step towards them. As he got closer the more the resemblance between him and the little boy became visible to him. He had the same brown hair , same blue eyes , same nose… It was as if Kai was looking at a mini version of himself. “Damon didn’t say anything about … Y/N , is he my … ?”
Y/N nodded , letting Alexander down on the ground taking his hand and taking a few steps towards Kai. He knelt down afraid to take another step not wanting to scare his son. He had never known he wanted to be a father. Never had imagined this would happen to him or that he even deserved a happiness like this. Y/N also knelt down , holding onto their son’s waist.
“Alexander , this … this is your dad.” she said smiling , glancing at Kai who seemed to slowly snap out of his initial shock , a wide smile spreading across his face. Alex turned towards Kai, sucking on his thumb , then back at his mother who gave him a nod letting him go. He took a few shaky steps , nearly stumbling over a few times before Kai scooped him up suddenly , hugging his son tight.
“Oh my God.” he said smiling. Kai’s eyes were gleaming with happy tears. He caressed his sons head , not taking his eyes off him. Alex’s eyes were filled with curiousity and he smiled at his dad and Kai felt his heart melt. He didn’t know how that was possible. “Hey buddy. I … I’m your dad.”
Alex touched Kai’s face for a moment and Kai flinched in pain a little but he never stopped smiling neither pushed away his son’s hand. He didn’t care about the pain , he only cared about his son. Y/N shortened the distance between them hugging them both.
“Yeah , he is a siphoner. Just like his dad.” Y/N smiled, happy tears glistening in her eyes.
“Our … our son is perfect.” Kai kissed Alex’s forehead.
“I love how you said ‘our’ son.” she said tears starting to streak down her cheeks, playing with Alex’s hand. “My boys … how much I love my boys.”
Y/N rested her head on Kai’s shoulder and he turned towards her for a second. “If I had known …” he whispered.
Kai felt happy , a different kind of happy he never ever knew it existed. He looked at Y/N and Alex , his a family now. A real family with people who love him the way he is. He felt her hand wiping a tear from his cheek , he hadn’t even realised he had started crying. Kai closed his eyes for a moment enjoying her touch. Alex pinched his nose , laughing at the face Kai made (bringing his eyes to his nose) before smiling back at his son. Y/N laughed , her hands searching for Kai’s phone in his pocket. He tensed for a moment when her hands wondered onto his crotch , muttering an ‘I’m sorry’ to him , her cheesk flushing red.
“I want to capture this moment. Make it last forever.” she said , wiping a tear from her cheek , quickly taking a picture of Kai and Alex - Kai had tapped his nose making him laugh. Then Alex had rested his head on his father’s shoulder.
“I missed it all .. ” whispered Kai. “I … ”
Y/N sighed , she knew this one was coming and there was no way to change it. They will just have to make up for lost time.
“DAMON !” she called out , knowing very well he was around there somewhere llistening in.. He rushed downstairs glancing between Kai , Y/N and little Alexander in Kai’s arms. Alex was tugging at Kai’s hair and Kai was grinning like never before. “Could you … take our treasure for a few minutes ?”
Damon nodded , taking a few steps towards them taking Alex from Kai’s hands.
“Come on buddy. Lets go get some ice cream in the kitchen.” he said smiling and then whispered. “Lets give time to mommy and daddy to properly greet each other…”
Y/N tossed one of the pillows from the sofa at Damon’s head. He turned around grinning at them.
“Oh don’t act like you haven’t been thinking about it.” he said serious.

As soon as Damon and Alex were out of sight and ear shot , Y/N punched Kai hard in the shoulder.
“Owww.” he flinched in pain. “What was that for ?”
“Getting yourself killed ! ” Y/N said angrily taking a few steps towards the fire place. “No. Wait … sleeping with me and leaving the next morning without a note or anything. Give me an hour , I’ll get you a full list with all the reasons.”
Kai vamp - speed ran towards her , spinning her around with his hands on her waist. They stared at each other longingly for a moment and then Kai’s lips smashed against hers. He pulled her close , holding on to her tightly.
“I’m .. I’m sorry.” he said pulling away for a second before smashing his lips against hers again. “If I had known … I never would’ve - ”
Y/N shushed him with a kiss nearly knocking him over onto the floor.
“I realised it too late … I love you Y/N.” said Kai , his hands cupping her face. “I love you.”
He gazed into her eyes , seeing the happiness that filled them hearing his words. Y/N smiled pressing her lips against his again.
“I love you too. I never stopped.”
Kai grinned at her , twirling her in his arms both of them laughing and enjoying their happiness.
“I can’t believe you are here.” Y/N said smiling through tears , her fingers touching every inch of his face. “I missed you so much … I …”
His lips found hers again , hungrily wanting more. He never thought she’d see her again let alone he’d have someone else in his life besides her. Now he had everything he could’ve ever wanted.

A few moments later Damon walked in with Alex holding his hand.
“Wow cool down you two. There are children present.”
They pulled away from each other awkwardly. Y/N walked towards Damon , as Alex ran into Kai’s arms calling out to him ‘dada’. She glanced behind her and grabbed tightly Damon’s wrist.
“If you do anything to send Kai away … I swear to God…You will end up in Hell faster than you can blink. Got it ?”


MASTERLIST March / April 2017
MASTERLIST MAY 2017


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NOTE : I am not sure of this is what you wanted , but I hope you still like it. :-)

Celestial Friend Part 3

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Pairing: Gabriel x Reader

Word Count: 1,503

Warnings: angst, Josh (He’s gonna be a constant problem, I’m sure), slight fluff

A/N: Here is Part 3, where I’m sure we won’t see the last of Josh. I hope you guys are enjoying this series as it’s just starting out! Feedback is welcomed and appreciated!

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It was Friday, which only meant two things: the end of the week, and serving some just desserts.  Josh was a basketball player, but his posse included cheerleaders and football players as well.  You and Gabriel decided that no basketball player could do that damage to your locker.  It had to be a few of the football players.

“Gabriel, we can’t punish the whole team,” you said, shaking your head.  “As much as I want them to have a minor in convenience in their lives, I don’t wanna do that to someone who is innocent.”  You kept your voice low in the library, keeping your eyes locked on to your book.  It was lunch time and you retreated to the library.

The archangel spotted the principal and a few of the football players and Josh, heading towards you.  He could only assume this meant trouble.  He gestured his head at the four men coming your way.  “I have a feeling you’ll change your mind [Y/N],” Gabriel murmured, folding his arms across his chest.

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KAI PARKER FIC

Bruises (Pt. 1)

My fave, @fandomimagineswithme, asked me to write a Kai fic, so this is my first one and i’m hoping it’s not a flop!

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Malachai Parker, or so he claimed to be, sat hidden behind the rounded corner of the girls bedroom, his head against the wall, knees to his chest as he took in quiet, ragged breaths. She’d found him outside, running, crying, and though she had no idea from what, the good in her heart told her that bringing him in was the proper thing to do. The girl’s room was warm and inviting, full of light and colorful family photos, essentially the opposite of Kai’s, and it seemed to emit the same radiance as she did. He was clothed in a black tee and torn old grey jacket, frayed and dirty around the edges, and his full lips seemed to bend down into a permanent frown.

“Here, tea,” the girl entered the room, shutting the door quietly behind herself, raising a finger to her lips. She was wearing a floral printed white blouse paired with a high waisted black skirt and cute little brown boots covered in the mud from outside. She held a steaming blue mug of tea in her hands, and she kicked her boots off as she sunk slowly to the floor and handed it to the boy, who outstretched trembling hands.

“Thanks,” he muttered, eyes anywhere but on her as he took a sip.

The girl watched him as if he were some foreign creature, her eyes darting to his sunken blue eyes, colorless cheeks, and-

“Hey, are you okay?” she asked, reaching out towards a purplish blue bruise on Kai’s wrist.

He snapped his arm quickly away, as if an instinct, apologizing at one, “s-sorry.”

“No, it’s okay,” she said apologetically, “I shouldn’t have….”

She continued watching, not saying a word until he put his mug down. Once he did, he finally locked eyes with her, getting a good look at her pretty face for the first time, instantly feeling himself freeze over. She looked so sad over a stranger, so, human.

“Are you okay, Malachai Parker?” she asked softly, genuinely. 

“You can call me Kai,” he responded.

“I like Malachai,” she smiled, little dimples alighting her cheeks “it’s nice.”

“Oh,” he said, taken aback, “alright.”

Her smile faded, fully aware he’d avoided the question, but not pressing him for more, she pushed herself up and walked away before quickly returning with a hoodie in her arms.

“Change,” she insisted, “I’ll wash your clothes for you, they’re pretty dirty.”

“It’s really okay,” Kai shook his head.

“Kai,” she sighed, giving him that pout and bright eyes.

“Alright,” he said, standing. He just stood there, waiting for her to realize.

“Oh! Right, sorry, I’ll go,” she said, handing Kai the pullover and stepping out the room. As she left, she couldn’t help but catch sight of him in the reflection of her window. He pulled off his black shirt, and her hands went flying to her mouth as she caught sight of his beaten and bruised body. Initially, she’d been worried the her biggest clothes wouldn’t fit him, but he easily slid the clothes over his skinny and underfed body. She quickly ducked behind the wall before he could catch her looking, eyes wet as she shook her head in disbelief. She went to put his clothes into the wash before returning with her composed self back in order, wiping at her eyes before she entered her room again.

Kai stood awkwardly near her bed, eyes drifting up as she drew close. 

“These smell like you, like, really nice,” he said, toying with the sleeve of her clothes.

“Oh,” she smiled bashfully, cheeks warming, “uh, thanks.”

A sort of tension seemed to hang between the two, and not sure what to say, she quickly added, “your clothes will be done soon, I put them on quick wash.”

“Thanks,” he said, “I mean, I can wait for them but I don’t want to hold you up, so if you want me to go…” he trailed off.

“No, it’s okay,” she insisted, “wait.”

She sighed and suddenly sunk straight down onto her bed atop the fluffy quilts, rubbing at her temples with agitation. She felt his weight sink slowly down beside her, and she raised her head to catch the worry in his eyes.

“What’s wrong?” Kai asked.

“What’s wrong?” she laughed sadly. “What’s wrong is I found a stranger out by himself in the middle of the night with nobody, and he hasn’t mentioned once where he came from or where he’s planning on going. He won’t tell me about the bruises he’s covered in, and now I’m scared to let him go back to wherever he got those bruises,” she said, jaw clenched as a tear rolled down her cheek.

Kai didn’t say anything, rather, he didn’t know how to.

“Who are you, Malachai Parker?” she asked quietly.

“I think the word you’re looking for is what,” he said after a long silence.

“What?” she asked, eyebrows furrowing as she raised her head.

“I’m not-” he stumbled, not quite sure how to open up, “I’m not like you.”

“How?” she pressed on.

Kai closed his eyes, giving his head a little shake as he searched for the right way to show her. His eyes fell to a silver ring around her finger, and he signalled at it before gently sliding it off of her hands and placing it into his opened palms. He then proceeded to quietly whisper some sort of strange incantation, and the girls eyes widened as the ring began to melt into his flesh, silver goo dripping across his fingertips. Liquid dripped down before vanishing all at once as his blue eyes opened hesitantly.

“That’s how,” he said softly.

“You’re- You have magic?” she gasped quietly. He expected her to be more horrified than happy, which is why he was taken aback by the grin that split across her lips.

“It’s not that simple,” he uttered. “I don’t have magic, I steal it.”

“Oh?” she asked.

“I’m a heretic, but, I’m also a siphon. The rest of my family, well, they’re all perfect little heretics, but me, I’m just the dysfunctional outcast. The only way I get my magic is by taking it from other people, so, that doesn’t go down very well with the gemini coven, you know, ‘crazy sociopath’ and all.”

Half of what he said took a couple of seconds to process, but she figured it out eventually, scooting herself sideways to face Kai.

“So, the bruises?” 

“My father,” Kai said coldly.

She sat there in shock, brain going crazy as she took it all in, and suddenly she was bent forward, wrapping her arms tightly around the heretic before he could say anything. She sunk her face into the back of his neck, squeezing him lightly and gently rubbing her hand over the small of his back. Kai went stiff for a moment, but then cautiously sunk into her arms, eyes closing as he breathed her in, this feeling unfamiliar to him.

“I’m so sorry,” she said, releasing him. “For what you’re going through, and for making you tell me.”

“I’m sorry I let you take me in,” he said, to which her eyes narrowed. “It’s clear to see you’re a perfect girl with a perfect life, and I don’t want to get in the middle of that and mess it up,” he sighed.

“Maybe I don’t want a perfect life,” she murmured, eyes fixated on Kai’s.

Kai took in a shaky breath before standing and heading over to the girl’s window, eyes fluttering closed in an attempt to prevent her control over him to continue.

“Malachai,” she said, taking his hand from behind.

He felt his heart go crazy, biting at his lip to restrain himself.

“You need to let someone in,” she begged, “I want to be that someone.”

Kai turned, eyes opening, “Don’t you see? I can’t be selfish with someone like you,” he said. “You’re precious, human, I just can’t-”

“Don’t,” she pleaded.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered. “Thank you, for taking me in, for showing me more kindness in one night than I’ve ever been shown in my life, but, I have to go.”

He raised his slender fingers to her face, gently pushing her stray hairs behind her ears, the faintest of smiles tickling his lips, “goodbye.”

And then he was gone.

Imagine Chris attending your graduation.

A/N: Back at it with more of the Chris Evans Mini-Series Spin-off! This is Part 1 of Chapter 4 which is called ‘Miss Graduate’. And as always, it’s just fluff, fluff, and more fluff. You can read the related mini-series and the previous parts here: (Mini-series - Masterlist; Mini-series Spin-off: ‘Unexpected Reader’, ‘Little Ways Away’, and 'She Said Yes’ - Masterlist) Enjoooooy 😁❤️

You stood in front of your mirror in your graduation cap and gown, smiling at yourself with great pride. You couldn’t believe it, the day was finally here. You’d made it through hell and high water, but you were finally graduating. You lifted your head to keep the welling tears in your eyes; you did not want to ruin your makeup before you even got to the ceremony.

Chris poked his head into your room and immediately smiled when he saw you. To say he was proud of his girl was an understatement, as he was more than just proud of you. He wished he could tell you what he thought, but there were simply no words to express how he felt seeing you in that graduation cap and gown. The feeling was mutual when you went to his Broadway debut, to his 'Avengers: Infinity War’ premieres, basically to anything that involved showcasing his undeniable talent. There was a sense of excitement, and pride, and adoration; just a huge mess of positive emotions. Now Chris wasn’t only feeling all that because you’d achieved something amazing, it was also because your graduation meant you were soon to move in with, and eventually marry him. Those two things were something he’d been dreaming of since he’d met and fell in-love with you; with his beautiful, talented, and perfect other half.

You spotted Chris in the mirror and smiled. He crossed his arms over his chest and leaned against the door frame, “you look very dignified.” You chuckled as you turned, shooting him a quick wink. “You ready to go? 'Cause Ava is, she’s downstairs in the car with Seb.”

Yes, your best friend was graduating alongside you, top of her class whereas you came third in yours. Ava was a year younger than you, but you’d gone into university at the same time due to your gap year. You were glad to have taken that gap year, as you couldn’t have imagined doing that wild ride without her. She was like a substitute for your mom, who you were thick as thieves with. She reassured you, kept your grounded, read your work and gave you honest reviews, took care of you, and showered you with endless love and positive vibes. Ava was pretty much your sister from another mother, and your mother’s second daughter; she was your family. So as excited as you were to move in with Chris, it was going to be heartbreaking to leave the apartment you shared with Ava for three years. You were going to miss seeing her face every morning and every night, though she swore she was going to hang around your new home so much Chris would think she’d moved in too.

Speaking of Ava, her and Sebastian were now officially a couple- hence why he was attending the graduation ceremony. After that dinner at Chris’- where their obvious chemistry could not be ignored- they casually dated for a little while, doing a little bit of a long distance thing as Sebastian had to go back to New York after his shoot. But when he was in Los Angeles, or when he invited her to New York- they went on dinner dates and movie nights and short romantic getaways in and around Los Angeles and New York. It was always superbly romantic and Ava would always return home with a huge smile on her face. It was fairly obvious they both wanted something more, but were afraid to jump too quickly as they didn’t want to get hurt or hurt the other person. So they tested the waters, took things incredibly slow to see if things between them was something that could last them a lifetime. They were insufferable, but a little less than you and Chris were considering they were actually dating. Six months after their first proper date, they announced that they were officially a couple. Sebastian posted about her on Instagram, they trended on the World Wide Web, and you and Chris popped the champagne.

“Yeah, just give me a sec.” You walked over to the left side of your bed- the side where Chris usually slept when he slept over. “There’s something I want to give you before we go.” You took off your heels before you got on your hands and knees, searching under your bed for your secret box of secret things. Chris watched you curiously, pushing his weight off the door frame and onto his feet. “I’ve been working on it before you even knew I existed, I just didn’t know how I was going to give it to you.”

“You didn’t know how you were going to give something you’ve been hiding under the bed to the man who sleeps in said bed?” He teased and you chuckled, slipping your heels back on as you got back on your feet. “Oh God,” Chris chuckled when he saw what you had in your hand; a leather bound notebook in your favorite color- Tiffany&Co’s signature blue. You held it out for him to take, biting back your smile. “You’re going to make me cry like a fucking baby with this book, aren’t you?”

“Probably,” you nodded and he chuckled, smoothing one hand over the surface of the notebook. “I was going to save it until the night before our wedding, but um- I decided to stick with my original plan instead. You know, the one I had before I knew I was going to end up marrying my idol.” Another low chuckle escaped his throat. “And that was to somehow get it to you on my graduation day, so,” you beckoned your head at the book.

“I shouldn’t start reading it in the car, should I?” He asked.

“Not if you want to look pretty for the pictures,” you shook your head and he cracked a smile, nodding in acknowledgement. “You can read it whenever you want, but I can promise that a cry baby like yourself-” you teased him and he laughed, “you’ll cry when you read it.”

“I’ll save it for when I’m alone then,” he told you, setting the notebook down on the top of your dresser. You watched him as his hand remained on top of the notebook, eyes contemplating whether or not he wanted to read it now. He was curious and it was obvious, but he also took your warning fairly seriously; you were very good at making him cry with your writing. “Why’d you have to give it to me now?” He both groaned and chuckled simultaneously.

“Because I’m a sucker for cliffhangers,” you giggled, drawing a chuckle from him. “Now come on,” you took his hand and pulled him out of the room and away from the notebook. “We’re going to be late for the ceremony. Chris-” he abruptly pulled you back and into his arms, pressing his lips against yours. You felt a smile on his lips and one surface on your own as his hand moved onto your lower back, pressing your body against his. “And what was that for?” You asked when he broke the kiss, resting his forehead against yours.

“I am just so incredibly proud of you,” he told you and both your eyes welled with tears.

“Don’t start with me, Evans.” You chuckled and drew back slightly so you could tilt your head and stop yourself from crying; your makeup may have been waterproof, but there was no way it could survive the crying that came as a result of Chris’ touching words. “We said no crying until we got home, I want to look pretty for the pictures.”

“Lucky for you,” he gently swiped a tear that was rolling down your cheek, “you’re a beautiful cryer.” You chuckled then pecked his lips, brushing his bearded cheek with your thumb. “Okay, we should really go 'cause my pants just vibrated.” He patted the pocket where his phone was in, and you tried not to laugh as you teased him.

“Who knew a graduation gown could turn you on so much?”

“Oh God,” he threw his head back, bellowing with laughter. You giggled and pulled away from him, taking his hand and leading him towards the front door. “You know, you should really learn to be more like me and keep the bad jokes to yourself.”

“I should,” you glanced back at him with a smirk, “but where’s the fun in that?”

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Chris and Sebastian moved to sit with yours and Ava’s families upon arrival, while the two of you went to join your respective classes. It was insane how many people were there, and how majority of them were as emotional as you were after your chancellor’s speech. The part of his speech that stuck with you the most was, “this is the end of your life as a student and the beginning of your life as a contributor to society. You no longer have your parents, your professors, or your student identity to fall back on. You are an adult now. You are responsible for every action you make, and every reaction you create. So do something extraordinary with your time on this earth, with your existence, and do not- for a second, let anyone or anything decide on your fate because this is your life. Stand up, because it’s time for all of you to set out and conquer the world.”

When applause erupted through the crowd of more than eight thousand people, you found yourself looking for Chris’ face in the sea of people. It was ridiculous because there was no way you would’ve spotted him from where you were, but you tried to anyway because he was the reason you were here and ready to do as your chancellor said.

Ava spotted you scanning the crowd then smiled when she caught your gaze, sharing a nod of pride and acknowledgement with you. Her smile widened when she saw your lips mouthing the words, “I am so proud of you.” To which she mouthed back, “I am so proud of you too,” causing your smile to reach your eyes. You kept your gazes on each other then turned away chuckling softly when you both realized you were making each other cry. You may not have spotted Chris, but you saw your best friend and she, too, was one of the reasons you’d made it. Without her and her constant support, you wouldn’t be sitting there and you sure as hell wouldn’t have believed you deserved to be with Chris.

When all was said and done, you pushed through the sea of students celebrating and crying with their friends and families so you could find yours and do the same. Ava found you before you could find her, throwing her arms around you to give a tight hug as she cried with utter joy. You hugged her back with the same tears of joy streaming down your face, laughing softly at your promise to not cry until you got home. “Congratulations, Ava.” You whispered before you pulled away. “You did it, you graduated.”

“So did you,” she chuckled, brushing her tears away. “And you’re finally getting the life I always knew you’d get, the one you always argued was impossible and unrealistic.” You chuckled when she poked your arm, smiling. “Look at this, I always knew we’d end up here.” She took your left hand and reminded you of the engagement ring Chris had slipped on almost three years ago. “I am so, so happy for you. You are going to do some extraordinary things with your life,” she gently squeezed your elbow, “I just know it.”

“You too, Ava,” you smiled, giving her elbow a gentle squeeze back. “And you are going to make the most beautiful bride one day.” She chuckled softly and dropped her gaze, hiding her reddening cheeks. “He’s going to ask, you know that right?” You tried not to smile when you remembered talking to Sebastian about his plans with your best friend; he was going to marry her, definitely, he was just waiting for the right time. To which you countered with, “there is never a right time, Seb. Just the right person, and Ava’s pretty freaking perfect for you.”

“Let’s focus on your engagement and your wedding first, we don’t want a Bride Wars situation to happen.” She joked and you laughed. “Though I doubt it would, I’d happily let you and Chris have whatever location and date you want.” You smiled and gave your best friend another tight hug.

“Are the two of you going to share that love? 'Cause we’d really like to get in some PG hugs and kisses before we bring you back to your families.” You heard Chris’ voice and smiled, releasing Ava from your arms to turn to your fiancé. “Congratulations, Ava,” he said to her as she walked past him to hug Sebastian. “For you, my love.” He held out a bouquet of red rose and you smiled, taking it from him before you buried yourself in his arms. “Congratulations, sweetheart. I am-” he chuckled to stop himself from crying, “I am so proud of you.”

“Thank you,” you looked up at him and smiled. “Now I’d tell you all about how I wouldn’t have pursued screen writing without you, and how I couldn’t have made it through the last three years without you, but-” you chuckled. “It’s in the notebook and I don’t want to spoil anything for you.” He chuckled, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “So I’ll just tell you this instead, though- I’m pretty sure you know this by now.” He nodded before you could say anything. “I love you, Chris Evans. More than I’ll love another being in this lifetime, more than I love Fan fic Chris, and more than I love myself.” He smiled and caressed your face in his hands, ready to dip his head to press his lips against yours. “And I am so ready to move in, marry, and spend the rest of my life with you.”

“Took the words right out of my mouth.”

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Part 2A

Grief - Random Writing

Pairing: Wanda x Reader

Summary: Random writing to get rid of writer’s block, this is basically Wanda dealing with the grief of Pietro, but it somehow ends up in R being an immortal of 684 years old… I have no idea what this is, read at your own risk

Words: 2418

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Fools  Part 1

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Warning: Abuse (from father, even if you have the nicest father in the world just pretend you have a terrible one. And for those who are going through actual abuse. I am dearly sorry fro using it in this story. I hope you find a way out of your hell.) Strong language, Sad, love, possibly some smut (in the future)

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(Y/n) = your name.

(btw I would recommend listening to Namjoon and Jungkook’s version of Fools before reading. On my watt pad page ill post the media and I’ll try and do the same for my Tumblr blog? Yeah, anyway this will be a multi part. Love you guys!)

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[SUMMARY: Negan finds a baby girl in the middle of the woods and takes her in. He begins to fall for one of his wives when he sees how much she takes care of the baby.]

Smut/Super fluff/Negan as a dad

Negan and Hazel.

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