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first time | jeff atkins imagine

request: i seriously had so many requests asking for jeff x reader’s first time, so here you go, loves.

**note: this imagine obviously contains smut.

your p.o.v ━

you were currently walking over to your boyfriends house, bobbing your head to one of lana del rey’s songs. your boyfriend, jeff atkins, rang you up late afternoon, asking if you wanted to come over and study since his parents would be visiting some old friends that night.

you happily agreed, excited to finally see your boyfriend since this week in school had you both extremely busy.

you finally made it to his house, knocking three times on the hard door and waiting for someone to answer.

“hello, y/n. it’s so great to see you again, come in,” jeff’s mother said, stepping aside with a smile. “thanks mrs. atkins, it’s nice to see you as well,” you smiled warmly back.

“jeff, honey! y/n is here,” mrs. atkins yelled, shutting the door and nodding her head at you to follow her. you both made it into the living room, both of you hearing jeff’s heavy footsteps thumping their way downstairs rather quickly.

mrs. atkins turned towards you, a small smile on her face. “would you like something to drink or some snacks for studying?” she asked.

“um, a water would be great,” you said politely.

she nodded, making her way into the kitchen. you notice jeff stop at the last step, looking at you with bright eyes. “hi love,” he said, walking over to you, then leaning down and pecking your lips gently. “i missed you,” you whispered, your lips forming a small pout. he chuckled, leaning down and kissing your nose which made your nose scrunch up.

“i missed you more,” he said deeply, his arms wrapping around your waist and holding you close.

“here you go- oh.”

you pulled away from jeff instantly, making him release a huff. “mom,” he groaned, rolling his eyes.

you turned your head around to see a blushing mrs. atkins, holding a bowl of chips and two water bottles tucked underneath her arm.

“sorry, i just.. here,” she said, a knowing smile on her lips as she handed you the bowl and jeff the two water bottles. she eyed the both of you curiously, earning another groan from jeff.

“your father and i should be leaving in five minutes,” mrs. atkins said, making her way over towards jeff and giving him thirty dollars in cash. “this is for dinner. will y/n be spending the night?” she asked with twinkling eyes.

“thanks mom, and i guess if you want to?” jeff asked, looking towards you with raised eyebrows.

“oh, um, i didn’t really bring a sleeping bag,” you mumbled, a blush covering your cheeks. “it’s alright, you can borrow some of my clothes,” jeff winked, causing his mother to clear her throat.

“it’s okay, i can just ask my mom to come pick me up later-”

“nonsense, you can stay if you would like y/n,” his mother said kindly. you nodded, “thank you… mrs. atkins.”

she nodded, “now get to studying you two,” she said sternly, a small snort escaping her as she walked away.

jeff huffed, annoyance written all over his face. “your mom is great,” you told him, making your way past him and walking up the stairs.

“yeah, but she can be a little over the top,” jeff sighed, walking behind you. you both made it inside of his room, you instantly walking over straight to his bed and sitting down, popping a chip in your mouth.

you saw jeff close and lock the door, making you raise a eyebrow.

he looked over at you with a cheeky smile, “what?”

you shook your head, “shouldn’t you leave that open?”

he frowned, “why? my parents won’t be home anyways,” he said, making his way over to his bed and sitting down next to you. you noticed his history textbook thrown across his bed along with his notebook.

“i’m glad you’re spending the night,” jeff suddenly said, making your eyes snap up to look at him.

you never spent the night over jeff’s house, nor did he ever sleep over at yours, even though you both had been dating for almost six months. it was strange, but your parents would never allow a boy to sleep with you in your room and you were always shy to sleep over at jeff’s house.

“i’ll have to call my mom up and tell her i’m staying with a friend,” you said, putting the bowl aside and grabbing jeff’s history textbook. “alright,” jeff said, scooting back and watching you with curious eyes.

“so, what section should we start with?” you asked, kicking your shoes off.

it was about a hour later, and you were reading a small section from the history book to jeff so he could copy down notes.

though, jeff had other plans.

jeff’s head was currently leaning on your shoulder, and little snores were escaping him making you roll your eyes.

you knew he was playing, but it made you grumpy. “jeff,” you sighed, pushing his shoulder slightly and hearing him moan deeply.

your eyes widen, your face heating up as you pushed him again, making him whine your name.

“what?” he asked sleepily, lifting his head up and looking at you.

you looked up at him, and cursed him silently as he was still freaking taller than you even while sitting down.

“you fell asleep,” you said blankly. jeff smiled lazily, “i know, it was a power nap y/n.”

you snorted, shoving the book into jeff’s lap and making him release a pained groan. “what was that for?” he breathed.

“for not paying attention,” you spat, getting up and walking over to your boyfriends desk. you looked down, seeing all of the love notes and poems you had gave him stacked into a neat pile.

you smiled instantly, picking one up and reading it. you put the paper against your nose, smelling deeply. you could smell the faint scent of your perfume on the paper, making your eyes flutter close for a moment.

“it’s one of my favorites that you wrote me, that’s why it’s on the top,” jeff suddenly whispered from behind you, making you jump.

you turned around to face him, seeing his hair slightly messy and his eyes heavy. you admired him, your eyes focused directly on his.

“what are you staring at?” jeff asked you, his head tilted slightly in question. you shook your head, “nothing, i was just… admiring you,” you trailed off, walking back over to his bed.

you flopped down on the bed, laying sprawled out across it. you felt the bed shift slightly, seeing jeff crawl his way on top of you making you roll your eyes. “what are you doing?” you asked him, feeling him lay completely on top of you.

you were squished underneath his weight, though he used his arms to push himself up so he wasn’t crushing you completely.

suddenly, he leaned down and started slowly kissing your lips, earning a small surprised gasp come from you. you kissed him back though, opening your mouth as you felt his tongue trying to pry its way inside your sweet mouth.

your tongues fought each other, each exploring each other’s mouth, as jeff’s hands started to roam at your sides.

jeff moved his lips, trailing them to your jawline and down to your neck, before sucking rather harshly on your sweet spot. you released a content sigh, tipping your head back and letting him do as he pleased.

your neck was already marked up prior to him sucking on your neck, being as jeff was the type of person to mark his lover, meaning you.

he liked leaving marks on you, passion marks of course, but he liked seeing them later on and knowing that he was the one to have made them. you didn’t mind, you loved looking in the mirror later on and seeing the deep marks your boyfriend made while in a heated moment of passion.

though, you and jeff never did anything besides heavy makeout sessions, being as you were still a virgin and very shy when you both brought up the topic about sex. jeff didn’t mind though, he knew you would only go to that stage if you were ready, and even then you were sure he would still be nervous about taking something from you that held such value.

you knew jeff was a total gentleman, and you knew he would wait as long as you needed, which made you fall in love with him even more.

“jeff,” you moaned, wrapping your arms around his neck and bringing him closer against you. he looked back up, asking if this was okay and you nodded, before kissing his swollen lips again roughly. he kissed you back hungrily, nibbling on your lower lip.

while his hands pushed himself up, making him break the kiss as he sat back on his knees, breathing deeply. you eyed him, your chest heaving up and down. “what’s wrong?” you asked, a small pout forming on your lips as you sat up along with your boyfriend.

he shook his head, biting his lower lip and closing his eyes tightly. “jeff, baby, what’s wrong? what happened?”

“it’s nothing, love,” he assured you softly, looking at you as he positioned himself to lay back down. “why’d you stop then?”

he chuckled nervously, as your eyes were focused only on his face with a small glare coming from you.

“well… i um,” he trailed off, looking up at the ceiling. “what?” you pressed on, wanting to know if it was something you had done.

“i was getting hard,” jeff said blankly, looking you dead in the eyes.

you blinked, then blinked again, before you opened and then closed your mouth.

it was normal, you thought, trying to process his words. you got horny sometimes too, but you never really noticed jeff get hard from your makeout sessions before. maybe he was just good at hiding it from you whenever the both of you would makeout, though it never seemed to affect him before.

“jeff, it’s alright, really,” you said, grabbing his hand and intertwining your fingers with his.

he raised a eyebrow at you, “y/n, i’m happy you think so, but i don’t want to make you uncomfortable or make you feel like you have to do something that you don’t-”

you shushed him by quickly getting on top of him and straddling his waist, then leaned down to press your lips against his again.

you didn’t know what made you do it, but you were sure in that moment that you wanted jeff atkins to be your first and only.

“i want you,” you whispered against his lips, feeling him freeze again, making you giggle. you leaned back, still in his lap, but quickly tugged your shirt off, leaving you only in a lavender lacy bra and a pair of sweatpants.

jeff groaned, seeing you fling your shirt over to the other side of the room, before you bent down and proceeded with kissing him again.

you felt jeff gently grip your shoulders, squeezing them and then rubbing his fingertips in little circles against your shoulder blades. after a moment, you pulled back, looking down at him with big, y/e/c eyes.

“don’t you want me?” you asked, your lower lip forming a pout, making jeff shut his eyes tightly and release a frustrated sigh.

“fuck, y/n, you can’t just ask me things like that. don’t you know what you do to me?” jeff asked you, his eyes snapping open and his face was pure desperation.

you shook your head, tilting your head to the side innocently. you honestly didn’t know what you were doing, all you knew was that you wanted jeff, and that’s it.

you were a year younger than jeff, and even though most teenagers knew about sex including your boyfriend, you really knew nothing besides the basics.

jeff suddenly sat up, wrapping his arms around your waist as to hold you close against him while sitting up. “i need you to be sure y/n,” jeff said quietly, his forehead leaning against yours.

your arms were wrapping their way around him, holding him closely. “i’m sure, jeff.”

jeff smiled brightly, then smashed his lips into yours and trying his best to unclasp your bra.

he struggled, his fingers fumbling with the clips as he mumbled curses under his breath as he felt your lips attack his neck.

you found his sweet spot after a moment, biting and sucking on it, making your boyfriend groan deeply. “fuck, fuck, y/n,” jeff said, feeling as you started to lightly grind down against his member.

you pulled away quickly, not knowing if what you did was good or bad. “what is it?” you asked him, noticing his breathing was quickened. “it’s nothing, just.. don’t you wanna go slower? at least let me be the one taking care of you this time.”

you blushed, nodding your head once and rising up off of jeff’s lap, before you sat beside him and looked at him to see him pulling off his shirt, revealing his toned chest and abs. you bit your lip, looking at his gorgeous torso.

“see something you like?” jeff smirked, looking down at you. you rolled your eyes, sticking your tongue out at him rather childishly which made him laugh.

jeff faced you again, then reached out with his hand to cup your cheek, bringing his lips to yours. as you two kissed for what felt like forever, it felt as if something shifted.

the way jeff was kissing you now was slow, and almost teasingly? you enjoyed it, but you also needed air. you pulled away after a minute, gasping down air, your eyes still shut as you felt jeff’s forehead against yours, both of you were breathing each other in.

“i love you,” jeff said, caressing your cheek softly, pecking your lips again. he started leaving wet kisses down your chin, making his way to your neck, and down to the center of your chest. then, he suddenly pushed you down gently on the bed so you were laying on your back, he crawled back on top of you and looked down at you with heavy, lustful eyes.

“i love you,” you gasped, feeling jeff’s fingertips lightly trace your hip bones, making your back arch slightly. he moved his hands to the top of your sweats, looking down at you for confirmation. you nodded, a small smile tugging at your lips.

jeff swiftly pulled your sweats down, leaving your lavender laced panties on. he spread your legs apart, hearing you breathe in quickly. “are you alright, love?”

you bit your lip, nodding your head because you didn’t trust your voice right now.

jeff’s eyes wandered over your face for a moment, before his eyes started trailing down your covered breasts, and seeing the few cute beauty marks covering your stomach, he smiled.

lastly, his eyes stopped at your most vulnerable place. your eyes were focused on jeff’s face, looking at his reactions.

you saw his lips tug up into a tiny smirk, noticing a little wet patch on your panties. you swallowed, seeing his hands gently making their way up and down your thighs, squeezing them slightly in his large hands.

you squeezed your hands into fists, your stomach in knots as you waited for jeff to make his first move.

“j-jeff?” you squeaked, looking at him with wide eyes. his eyes snapped towards your face instantly, raising a eyebrow.

you bit your lip, you heart felt like it was going to pop out of your chest any minute if he didn’t do something soon.

jeff suddenly got into position, making himself comfortable as he moved to lay between your legs. his face hovered right above your pussy, his eyes still only focused on your face and noticing your chest was heaving.

it was amazing, he barely did anything, yet he had you like this already.

he moved one hand up and ran it along your heat, feeling your juices soaking your panties already. he moved your panties to the side, getting a full view of your needy pussy.

you choked on air, feelings jeff’s fingers start to rub your clit slowly, almost teasingly. “oh!” you gasped, your body already pressing down against his fingers which made him chuckle and look back up at you.

your bottom lip was caught between your teeth, your eyes fluttering close as your back arched. suddenly, you felt jeff’s warm mouth make contact with your clit, sucking on it harshly. you moaned loudly, feeling jeff hold your legs down as you started squirming.

he continued sucking, then he licked all the way from your wet little hole until he reached your clit again, making you release a strangled cry.

you have never felt like this before, sure your masturbated a few times before, but nothing to this extreme.

jeff moaned against you, and suddenly you felt pressure, as jeff was pressing one finger against your hole. “oh god, oh god,” you whimpered, feeling him push his finger inside you and then slowly pulled it back out.

he started pumping his finger in and out for a minute, getting familiar with your tight heat. you didn’t know what do, as your head tilted back and your mouth was parted slightly, gasping for breath as your stomach continuously tightened.

jeff added a second finger, a groan escaping him as he pulled away from your clit, making you frown from lost. “jeff?” you questioned, your voice squeaky and breathless. “christ, y/n. how are you so tight?”

jeff continued pumping his two fingers in you, trying his best to add a third, then went back to giving attention to your pulsing clit.

“oh, fuck!” you screamed, feeling his tongue flick against you with speed. you were going to cum if he kept doing this, and he knew it. you tried your best to grind down against his mouth, letting out a small cry as he pulled his fingers out of you quickly and gripped your thighs, keeping them in place.

your eyes found his, his eyes were fully dilated, blown from lust, as were yours. your head fell back again, feeling like you were going to cum any minute. your hand made its ways towards his head, and you pushed down forcefully.

you were gripping his hair so tightly, you didn’t even notice the moans coming from jeff as you were a moaning mess yourself. “ooh, jeff, i’m g-gonna-”

that’s when you felt it, your boyfriend shoved his fingers back into you, pumping them quickly, then bit down on your clit. you released a scream as you came, your hips bucking wildly against jeff’s clever mouth and talented fingers.

as you were still on your high, you felt jeff licking up your juices, making a humming noise in enjoyment, making your over sensitive clit vibrate.

he pulled away after a moment, licking his lips, and watching your chest heave. your face was fully flushed, your eyes closed and your body felt like mush.

after a moment to catch your breath, you opened your eyes to see a amused looking jeff atkins, sitting on his knees.

“you’re so beautiful,” jeff whispered, his eyebrows furrowing.

“t-thank you,” you stuttered, eyeing your boyfriend curiously. you bit your lip, about to sit up as you assumed jeff would want you to return the favor, but he lightly pushed you back down.

“don’t you want me to-”

“no, i said i would be taking care of you,” jeff smiled softly, leaning over to his nightstand, which made his muscles stretch.

he dug into his nightstand drawer, making a accomplished sound as he pulled out two things.

a condom and lube.

you swallowed, seeing him place the two things beside you before he got up and slowly pulled down his pants and boxers, his eyes locked with yours as he did this.

you didn’t know how jeff did it, but he seemed completely fine with stripping in front of you. you didn’t blame him though, he had a amazing body.

you on the other hand, you were comfortable with your body, but you still got shy showing your boyfriend everything you owned. it made you vulnerable, and nervous.

you and jeff never got naked like this before in front of each other, this was all new. you were excited though, as this was a new experience for you.

jeff never pressured you though, the only clothing jeff had seen you without was your shirt, which he looked away instantly asking if you were done changing. he only ever did what made you feel comfortable, which you appreciated.

you knew jeff wasn’t a virgin, which you both discussed before, him telling you the regretful story of his first time in late sophomore year.

it broke your heart, knowing that the girl jeff used to be in love with just used him to get popular and for sex.

jeff wasn’t like that though, once he was in love, he was totally smitten and would do everything in his power to make that person happy. he was heartbroken, and very closed off most of junior year before senior year and the both of you started dating each other.

he seemed very nervous about asking you out, stuttering his words out, which usually wasn’t like him. he was usually very confident with his words and around women, but with you, you left him speechless. a stuttering mess, as you told him once, making him playfully glare at you.

the good thing was that you both had been very close before he asked you out, you both had trust for one another, and the both of you shared everything now.

jeff finished stripping the last bit of his clothes off, kicking his pants and boxers off.

your heart rate started to beat up rapidly again, as you eyed his long, hard member.

your eyes snapped up towards his face again, seeing him biting his lower lip. jeff made his way between your legs against, grabbing the condom and tearing it open with his teeth, then slid it on his leaking member.

he leaned down, leaning his weight on his elbows and his face hovered above yours for a moment, before he pressed his lips against yours.

your arched your back, your chest pressed against his. you hummed, feeling your tongues swirling around each other’s, enjoying each other’s taste.

you felt jeff reach underneath you, taking a moment again trying to unclasp your bra, which he successfully did this time.

he took it off you, then threw it somewhere, flinging it over his shoulder, totally forgetting about it.

you were both completely naked against each other now, and you could feel his heavy cock poking at your stomach.

“do you want this?” you heard jeff mumble against your skin as he moved his way down to your breasts, suddenly sucking on a perky nipple, making you gasp.

your arms wrapped around his neck, holding him closely. “y-yes!” you said breathlessly, feeling him move to your other breast.

he nibbled on your nipple, then reached up with a hand to play with your other breast, pinching and pulling the harden nipple.

you moaned softly, “jeff,” you whined, your hands making their way into his messy hair, rubbing your fingers through it.

he chuckled against your skin, placing a wet kiss in the middle of your chest, before pulling away. you watched him, observing the way his muscles moved and the way his fingers worked while unscrewing the lid of the bottle of lube.

you saw him pour some onto his hand, then put the bottle of lube aside as he started coating his cock.

he looked down, positioning the head of his cock against your virgin hole, looking up and focusing his eyes on your face. “you ready, love?” jeff purred, asking you one last time if you were sure about this.

you nodded, whispering a soft ‘yes’.

that’s when you felt it, jeff slowly entering you, making you cry out in pain and mixed pleasure. jeff stopped instantly, looking down at you with worried eyes. “are you okay, y/n?”

you nodded your head multiple times to assure him, that yes, you were fine with the whole situation. the only thing you were not okay with was the pain that came with the pleasure.

“it h-hurts,” you whined, taking in quick breaths.

“i know, i know baby. just breathe for me, okay?”

“okay,” you said, nodding for him to continue. jeff continued his way into you, feeling your walls clench around him, making him release a deep, throaty moan. “ooh, fucking fuck,” jeff cursed under his breath, his eyes squeezing shut.

he gave you a moment to adjust to his large size, focusing on his breathing.

he knew it hurt you, and he was doing everything in his power to hold back from pounding into you. “okay,” you said softly, reaching both of your hands out and placing them on his broad shoulders.

jeff slowly pulled back, watching your facial expressions and trying his best to ease your pain by moving one of his hands down and massaging your clit quickly.

jeff started to slowly pump into you, watching as your eyes fluttered close, little moans escaping your pretty mouth.

jeff released a small growl, “look at me,” he demanded, causing your eyes to snap open and release a shaky breath. “j-jeff,” you whined, throwing your head back as he started thrusting into you at a faster pace, but still making sure he wasn’t hurting you.

he bent down, attacking your mouth with his, making you moan in pleasure as he continued to rub your clit in fast circles.

a moment later, you felt jeff hit something, making you release a muffled scream against his mouth. jeff pulled away from your mouth, trailing opened mouth kisses along your neck, biting down almost painfully, which made you throw your head back.

jeff continued to hit that special place inside of you, as he started to pound into you, making you moan loudly. you gripped jeff’s shoulders tightly, feeling him still attacking your neck.

jeff pulled away from you rather suddenly, stopping his thrusts for moment and lifting your legs up and putting them over his shoulder. he then continued to roughly take you, making him release frequent curses loudly as he went deeper inside of you.

“oh, fuck, mmm, y/n!” he yelled, moving one of his hands back down towards your clit, rubbing it quickly. you screamed, bucking your hips against his which made him lose it.

“j-jeff, please!” you gasped, feeling yourself tighten around his cock, before cumming hard.

your high pitched screams echoed throughout his room, feeling your orgasm hit you hard.

jeff continued fucking you, sweat beading on his forehead. a minute later, you heard a loud, drawn out moan escape him. “f-fuck!”

he rode out his own orgasm, his eye squeezed shut tightly and his lower lip caught between his teeth, biting down hard.

jeff slowly came to a stop, keeping himself buried within you for a moment, as he breathed deeply and looked down at you with tired eyes.

you were sucking on your bottom lip nervously, your face felt like it was on fire.

“jeff, was this okay?” you asked him shyly, blinking as he pulled out of you slowly. a lazy smile made its way on his lips, “it was perfect y/n,” he assured you.

he gently took your legs off of his shoulders, placing them down gently as to not hurt you, knowing you would be sore sooner or later.

you watched as he got up off of the bed, walking over to the trash can. you heard a snapping noise, making your ears perk up curiously, before realizing that he took off the condom.

he made his way back over to you and got into the bed, lifting the blanket up and pulling it over the both of you. before you even moved, you felt jeff carefully pull you on top of him, earning a surprised sound from you.

you heard him chuckle softly, his arms wrapping around your waist and holding you against him. your head was rested on his chest as the both of you stared into each other’s eyes. “i love you,” you said, pecking his lips.

this earned you a toothy smile from the tired boy, “love you,” he said sleepily, hugging your flushed body against his as close as possible. “you should rest now, love,” he told you softly, kissing the tip of your nose.

“okay,” you whispered, shifting into a more comfortable position, half of your body slung over his, both of your legs intertwined together.

it didn’t take you both very long, before you both were sound asleep, both of you feeling content and very in love.

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i really hope you guys enjoy this, i deleted this imagine and restarted it like six times, i swear. also, my mom finally got me the book ‘13 reasons why’ so y'all already know that means i'ma be binge reading it the rest of the weekend. also, is binge reading a thing?? i don’t know. anyways, enjoy loves!

(sorry for any grammar mistakes, i edited this imagine three times, but if you see any grammar mistakes, just ignore them please!)

Well sometimes I see Mel as a villian. For me he is just like Chara, a guy you can’t say if he’s good or bad. The first version of this picture I never showed anyone cause it was awful.. but after the last pages of GZtale…. I remebered that pic and I make a new version. And it’s nothing like the version before.
I tried something new. No lines. And (nearly) only tweens. I want to practice with those things so maybe I can use them in my regular animations ^^
I hope you guys like it!

The picture shows Ganz drowning in the melancholy of mel. Yeeeeeeaaahhh. Dunno how to say what I mean on another way.

Art, Animation by ME

GZtale, Ganz and Mel by @golzy @gzstudio-official

Imagine falling in-love with Chris.

It may have only been your third date with Chris, but you were already certain you were starting to fall for the guy. This was a first for you, it’d never taken you three dates before. It was always- without exception- a copious amount of dates before your mind allowed your heart to decide on someone. You were a hopeless romantic, but your parents raised you smart. They’d both experienced their fair share of toxic relationships, having both been cheated on before by their earlier partners which left you with the inclination to always love with your head before your heart. You thought you could do that with Chris, but the second he spoke to you- you knew you were a goner. That mental checklist you had, the tests you’d appropriate- they suddenly became insignificant. He was the one. He proved it in three dates without you even having to ask. He was the ultimate gentleman: kind, loving, caring, compassionate, sweet, and genuine. He’d hold open doors and pull out chairs, get the check and drive you home, lend you his jacket if it was cold and lend you his arm if it was slippery. He was the kind of guy parents wanted their daughters to date and eventually marry.

The clock in the lobby of your apartment block displayed the time of 12:03PM when you and Chris walked in. The security guard, Carson looked up from his lukewarm coffee and waved a lazy hand at the both of you as you crossed the main floor to the line of elevators. You lived in a neighborhood with very low crime rate, in a building with 24/7 security, but it never stopped Chris from walking you all the way to your door. It was a gesture you loved, a gesture you never felt had any other motives. If all he got at the end of each date was a hug, or a kiss on the cheek, he’d still walk away smiling. He was patient and respectful; qualities that were lacking in many. That was why you felt safe with him, content and comfortable as long as you were with him. You hoped he knew that, you needed him to know that.

“I told you I’d have you back in one piece,” Chris joked as soon as the two of you arrived at your front door. He released your hand so you could work on opening your front door. He watched you, smiling at how beautiful you looked in that red dress. He couldn’t believe it when you told him this was the first time you’d put it on, asking if it was because you’d only recently acquired such a masterpiece. You’d told him “no”, that “it’s just something I’ve been saving for a special occasion.” His smile tenfold when he heard that, honored that he was what you’d decided to bestow that beautiful dress with.

The lock of your apartment door clicked open and you turned your back on your front door to smile at him. “Thank you for tonight,” you said and he nodded, taking one of your hands in his. An ache filled both your hearts, knowing this was the end of the night. “I actually had a really good time,” you told him and he laughed.

“Why on earth do you sound so surprised?”

“Because it was a party and I don’t do parties well,” you admitted and he chuckled, unable to wipe that love sick smile off his face. He couldn’t explain it, the way he felt when he was with you. It was ineffable, and it was almost inevitable where his relationship with you would end up. “But it was fun, you made it fun.”

“I told you when we met I’m a very fun guy.”

“And I didn’t believe you then, but I believe you now,” you said then giggled when his smile widened. Your gaze lowered to your joined hands; neither were going to let go of the other. “So um…” It was so quiet in the hallway you heard yourself swallow. You didn’t want him to go, you knew the second you walked inside and he turned for the elevator- you’d miss him. You wanted to invite him inside, but you were afraid of what you might risk if you rushed into things. It was the third date, and commonly third dates meant sex but- it couldn’t just be about sex with him. If he was the one, you wanted more.

“Are you tired?” He suddenly blurted.

“What?” You looked at him confusedly.

“Do you want to talk?” He asked. “‘Cause I feel like we didn’t get to talk much at the party and-” He cut himself off then smiled, releasing your hand to tuck a lock of your hair behind your ear. “I’d really like to have some alone time with you.” You felt the butterflies flapping their wings rapidly against the walls of your stomach. “I’m not trying anything, Y/N. I’m serious about just wanting to talk, I always think we have the best conversations.”

“I don’t think you’re trying anything,” was all you said before opening your front door and beckoning him inside. You slipped off your heels and immediately became much shorter than him, turning on the lights in your kitchen as he removed his shoes.

The light in your open floor kitchen illuminated your living room, showcasing a coffee table drowning in an ocean of opened travel books about Italy, scattered pieces of paper with notes scribbled upon their white surfaces, and writing materials in various colors. You traveled for a living, he remembered you telling him that. You loved to write and you had an incredible sense of wanderlust, so what job was better for you than a travel journalist? Your job probably tore you away from your home and loved ones as much as his did, but still, there was optimism about the development of your relationship.

“Do you want something to drink?”

“I’m good,” he assured you, settling on your couch. “So when’s the next job?” He asked, looking back at you instead of scanning your materials in front of him. He felt like it was an invasion of privacy. This was actually the first time he’d been inside your apartment. It was nice, it possessed class he’d expected it to from looking at the owner. It was a little big considering you lived alone, but who was he to judge?

“Not for a few months,” you answered as you joined him on the couch. He took his arm off the back and rested it in his lap, planting both feet on the ground to give you more room. You were sat close enough so you could exchange an affectionate touch or two, but far enough to spot and cease any unwanted advances. It wasn’t Chris you were worried about, it was you. The sexual tension in the air was thick, the fact you were still a little buzzed made it worst. If you didn’t keep that small portion of your brain sober to remind you of the wonderful possibilities you could have with Chris by taking things slow, the two of you would be tangled in your sheets by now. “Italy is actually for a holiday, ‘cause it’s different when you’re working. Sometimes I don’t know if combining my two favorite things with a job was the best idea, I feel like it drains the goodness.”

“I’m sure it does, but it beats being stuck in an office doing that nine-to-five thing like a ritual.” He said and you chuckled, nodding in agreement. “I’m going to ask you something,” he reached across for your hand, the pad of his thumb gently running along your knuckles. “And don’t freak out ‘cause it’s just part of my dating process.”

“If you don’t want someone to freak out then don’t say the words ‘freak out’ ‘cause it freaks people out,” you told him and he laughed, squeezing your hand. “What is it?” You asked, resting your elbow on the back of your couch and leaning your head against your palm.

“How do you know when you’re in-love with someone?”

You felt your breath caught in your throat as you tried to process his words. Was it really a question that was part of his dating process, or was he trying to tell you something? You falling head over heels for him after three dates, you understood. You were a girl and not even feminism protected you from those Hollywood Rom-Com stereotypes when it came to a guy as perfect as Chris. But Chris was a guy and you weren’t that perfect, so what was he hinting at?

“How do you know when you’re in-love with someone?” You answered with his question and he chuckled, shaking his head. Clearly he’d expected that reaction from you, it was a bold question after only three dates.

“I can’t envision my future without her being there,” he answered. “I start to plan with her in mind. I become more aware of my decisions. I don’t do anything that I think will affect her negatively. And of course, the cliché of always wanting to be around her, and…” He shuffled closer, taking your hand and pressing it to where his heart was. “And feeling my heart beat twice as fast and three times as hard when I’m with her.”

“Ditto,” you heard yourself mumble as you watched him lean in.

“If I tell you I’m in-love with you,” he whispered, lips inches from yours, “will you promise not to run?” You nodded, taking your head from your hand and resting said hand on his cheek instead. “Because I’m in-love with you, Y/N. I’m in-love with you after three dates, is that insane?”

“No,” you smiled, “‘cause I’m pretty sure you had me at two.”

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Good Girl

Jim X Reader

Word Count: 1445

Prompt: “Oh I’ve been looking for a good girl, yeah been looing for good girl, tell me if you think you found, tell me if there’s a chance you’ll let me know.”

Summary: You’ve always been stereotyped as being a goody-two-shoes but you’ve caught Jim Kirk’s attention

“You’re a good girl Y/n. You’re a well behaved child and your parents are lucky to have you.” Was what you constantly heard as a child. Still when you went to the Star Fleet Academy you were told how well behaved and disciplined you were. It was a stuck record and you didn’t know how to get out of it. What you didn’t understand was that you were rebellious, you’d taken drugs and drank until you couldn’t stand. Had one night stands and kissed girls and boys on the same night. You just didn’t do it all the time and gave in your homework on time, which ‘apparently’ meant that you could do no wrong.

People always labelled you as a goody two shoes even though your friends knew you could have a real short fuse. You were just able to control yourself in a respectful way to your lectures’. Which some of your peers didn’t seem able to do. Jim Kirk was one of these. You admired his ability to be spectacularly intelligent and at the same time a complete idiot who wasted his time. It had almost become a goal of yours to have the image he did. People knew he was a playboy who didn’t do as he was supposed to and slept with a different girl each night. But he also aced every test and was top of most of his classes. Saying you envied Jim Kirk was a massive understatement.

But lately, weirdly enough, he’d been talking to you a lot because of Gaila. She kept inviting him round and then leaving so you two were just together in your shared dorm. He’s never tried anything and you appreciated that he didn’t have to be as nice as he was. You at school wasn’t exactly the company he wanted. You were usually revising for something and he’s often help you with that. But recently he’d been coming round off his own volition which was strange

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One year;


Kai helps the reader feel better after everyone around her seems to leave.

Word count: 2049

“Turning you was the worst mistake I ever made.” Damon snaps at you. “God. Our mother giving birth to you was the worst mistake, actually.” He murmurs.

As usual, Damon was drunk. Although when was he not, these days? Every night since Elena died, he came home sulking to himself and he would drink. And drink. And drink. It was getting so out of hand that you and Stefan honestly didn’t know what to do anymore. Stefan was gone out with Caroline, leaving you home alone with your drunk older brother.

“Shut up. You’re drunk.” You scoff, heading upstairs.

“Yeah that’s right!” Damon yells, his words slurring together. “Run away like you always do, you little whore.”

Here was Damon Salvatore, once your best friend, now calling you a whore. Shouting at you because he was lost without Elena. Even though you were a vampire, you were still a lot younger than Damon and Stefan and they still treated you like you were the same age as when you were turned. If you ever let out a single curse word, your brothers would be savage.

“Goodnight, Damon!” You say with fake enthusiasm. You slam your bedroom door behind you and lock it, at least until Stefan gets home. He wasn’t answering his texts or phone calls, typical Stefan behaviour lately.

You crouch down by the door, knees up to your chest and start crying. God, you could be so sensitive sometimes. But this wasn’t just about Damon being a mean drunk. It was about Stefan who was rarely around now because of Caroline, Elena who was dead, Bonnie being awol and Alaric not caring about anyone or anything except for trying to resurrect his dead wife. You felt alone and for once in your life, you were.

You missed watching midnight movies with Matt, Tyler and Jeremy. Of course they had all moved on from you as well. You missed the way Stefan cared for you and Damon’s voice telling you to “wake up, sunshine.” and then cook you pancakes.

Damon can hear your heartbeat speed up and know that you’re crying but you don’t care. And neither does he. You try to hold the tears back but you can’t. You didn’t know what to do anymore.

A text message on your phone lights up your dark room and draws your attention to your screen. You hoped it was Stefan.

Kai: you home?

As much as you loved kai, you didn’t want to answer him. Maybe he could make things better if you explained to him, but now just wasn’t the time.

Kai: can I come over?

It was like kai could sense that something wrong. He seemed to be the only person there for you but now you can’t help but push him away.

Kai: I know you’re in your room. Can I come up?

Kai must have wanted to see Damon about something and was downstairs. How else could he know?

Kai: I can hear you, y/n. I’m coming up.

What? Seriously, sometimes kai could be such a stalker. You didn’t mind though, because he seemed to care about you, unlike anyone else at the moment.

You still didn’t bother replying to him though. For all you knew you were imagining the whole conversation, or dreaming it since you lost track of how long you had been crying in your room, alone.

You look up in the dark, hearing something flick against your window. And again, and again. You turn the light on and open up your window to see if it was raining, or even snowing, but you only see kai down below, flicking pebbles to get your attention.

“Rapunzel, rapunzel, let down your hair!” He shouts out.

You can’t help but smile a little, even though you were so upset inside. You had to be your best for kai. He has never seen you sad before.

“So can I come up?” He asks.

“Well you’re already here anyways,” you trail off.

Kai climbs the big oak tree by your window and slips in, trying not to drag in the dirt from outside all over your room.

“I figured I would check up on you.” He says.

“I don’t need to be checked on.” You assure him.

“Are you sure? Because I went to the front door to find Damon drunk and I could hear you crying and your heart racing.” His blue eyes pierce through yours, reminding you of all the reasons why you love him.

“That’s usual Damon. I would have let you in if I knew you were there.” You say, the two of you taking a seat at the end of your bed.

“I know but that’s not usual you.”

“What? I wasn’t drunk.”

“But you were crying. A lot. Your heart was beating way faster than it should. You-”

“I stubbed my toe. That’s all.” You say, cutting him off. You wanted to change the subject. You didn’t need his pity.

“You have your door locked, too.” He finishes.

“No I-” it was no good trying to lie. He knew something was wrong.

“Yes you do. And it’s because of Damon, isn’t it?” He asks.

You shrug, not wanting to answer him. He shouldn’t be bothering you like this anyways. This was your house, your room, your night. This wasn’t a time for him to intrude and start smothering you with questions.

“Kai,” you suddenly can’t control yourself. More and more tears roll down your porcelain skin. Sober Damon always called you porcelain and you would always laugh. It wasn’t just because of your fair skin, but because he would protect you like a doll. He never let anyone hurt you. But all that has changed, hasn’t it. You weren’t damon’s porcelain doll anymore. You were nothing but an abused, shy girl who didn’t know what to be doing with her life. A complete idiot.

“Shhh it’s okay.” Kai whispers. No one has ever hugged you like kai was doing right now. He made you feel safe as he whispered in your ear and rubbed his hands in small circles around your back.

And that’s where the two of you stayed for the next half hour. Crying, just letting it all out and him comforting you. Yes, he was giving you his pity but he was also telling you everything you needed to hear. His smile made your room light up a thousand times brighter. The way his voice was so comforting, so peaceful, made you forget all about Damon and his drinking problems and how everyone else left you for trash.

“Here,” Kai speaks up, still keeping his voice to a whisper. “Lets lie down.”

The two of you slouch down on your bed, making the mattress creak. You can’t help but stare up at the ceiling, imagining a thousand tiny stars in the moonlight. But kai on the other hand, can’t help but smile at you.

“What are we doing?” You mumble.

“We,” Kai pauses, tugging his phone out of his pocket. “Are going to laugh. And watch movies and talk. And did I say laugh?”

“A sleepover?” You ask.

“Well I’ve never had one and you my dear Juliet, need some cheering up.” He replies, unlocking his phone.

With one press, a thousand pictures pop up. You don’t pay attention to what they are, except for when he presses an album called “for y/n.”

“For y/n?”

He clicks on the first picture, one of him as a child, no older than five. He had the cutest smile plastered on his face and wore a tiny Christmas sweater with a present knitted on.

“I found all these old pictures right? And i was like ‘man. I know someone who would laugh at these.’” Kai grins.

You observe each picture he shows you, smiling more and more each time. He studies you while you study the pictures, noticing something different about you than anyone else he’s ever met.

There was a sparkle in your eyes, making you all the more beautiful to him. Kai thought for sure he was imagining it but still, something seemed so incredibly amazing about you, like you were an angel.

“And this one is me with my hand turkey.” He says. In the picture is still baby kai, holding a drawing he made. You couldn’t understand why everyone hated him. He was so kind.

“Now I have something even better,” Kai plays a video of himself singing. Not recent of course. Too bad, because that would be such a laugh. Little baby kai was sitting up at the kitchen table along with two younger kids you didn’t recognize, and another girl about Kai’s age.

“Happy birthday tooooooo jo!” He squeals, clapping his hands when his sister blows out her candles.

“You were so cute back then.” You smile.

“Back then?” He asks. “Look at me. I’m still cute, right?” He points to his face.

“Absolutely adorable.” You reply.

“And one more picture for my collection,” he says, stretching out his arm, holding his phone in one hand.

“Smile, Salvatore.” He grins. The two of you look into his phone, and for once you seen how happy kai was. The two of you looked absolutely amazing.

“You’ve got such a cute smile.” The two of you say to each other.


A few more hours pass and you could feel your eyes getting heavy, getting ready to shut down for the night. You and kai were still watching a horror movie but you didn’t know If you would be able to stay up any longer. The only thing keeping you awake was kai screaming every few seconds when something ‘scary’ popped up on screen.

“God how are you not terrified?” Kai asks, un able to take his eyes of his phone screen. “That zombie was horrific!”

Kai pauses the movie and looks at you, letting out the cutest smile possible.
“Tired, sleepy head?”

You nod your head yes, not bothering to open your eyes. You feel Kai’s weight leave the mattress as he turns off the light.

“You’re not leaving, are you?” You ask him.

“Of course not. Why would I ever leave my favourite Salvatore alone?” He replies as he lies back down in your bed.

Kai pulls a blanket over your chest and leans into you, whispering “goodnight, y/n.” He places a small kiss on your forehead.

He snuggles into you, leaving no room in between the two of you. He wraps his arms around you as your head rests on his shoulder.


“Damon? Jesus, what the hell happened here?” Stefan asks, eyeing the room full of broken glass.

“I don’t know,” he mumbles. “I was drunk. I was mad. I couldn’t get up the stairs.”

“You what? You couldn’t get up the stairs?” Stefan can’t help but chuckle at his stupid brother.

“I did something. And obviously so did you, staying out all night.”

“Alright you go first.” Stefan pleads.

“I called our sister some names. Some things that never should have been said. And I could hear her crying and shaking and-” he waves his hand as if he was saying hello.

“I couldn’t apologize. I didn’t know what to do. She’s been in her room ever since.”

“She’s alright now isn’t she? She’s not hurt?” Stefan asks, all his attention drawn to you.

“I guess. I mean I just woke up when you came through the door.”


Stefan and Damon head up stairs quietly, not wanting to wake you, assuming you were well asleep.

“Door’s locked.” Stefan whispers.

Damon hands Stefan the key to your room, something you never knew they had. Stefan carefully opens up the door, the light from the hallway illuminating you.

And there you were, all tucked in, sleep and sound.

“God, I could have sworn I heard someone up here with her you know.” Damon says.

“You were drunk. Of course you did.” Stefan hits him, playfully.

“You think she misses that crazy sociopath?” Damon asks.

Stefan tells him to keep it quiet, even though they’re both still looking at you, and know you’re asleep.

“Well it’s been a tough year for her. He’s been dead for what? Eleven months now?” Stefan questions.

“Today marks the next. It’s been a full year, brother.”

Saved by an Angel

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Title: Saved by an Angel

Pairing: Castiel x Reader

Word count: 1,911

Warnings: Angst & Fluff

A/N: Oh look, a Castiel fic that I have all ready for all of you! I hope you like this! Feedback is welcomed and appreciated! I love you all so much!! <3

The wind blew through your hair as you sat on a bench in the park.  It was delightfully breezy and not too cold.  You had your earbuds in, listening to music as the wind tousled your hair softly.  You dipped your head as a single tear escaped your eye.  As the tear fell you felt a small rush of wind behind you.  You figured it was just the wind so you had ignored it.

You almost fell of the bench startled at the sudden figure that sat down beside you.  You had not seen him before.  You almost got the knife that you had always carried in your pocket out, but you were suddenly wrapped in this man’s arms.  You almost fought the strange man off, but you oddly felt safe.  You wrapped your arms around him, resting your head on his chest.  He had on a trench coat and a suit, but his tie wasn’t on right.  You thought that it was odd, but you liked it oddly enough.

“Who are you,” you whispered thinking he wouldn’t hear you.

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(requested by anon)

Kai Parker x Reader
word count :
5 213
warning : smut
summary : Reader and Kai live together but are not a couple. One hot summer night he wakes up and she is not in the house.
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It was almost July and this summer appeared to be the hottest one yet. Skies were clear all day long with only small white fluffy clouds glading around as the sun climbed higher and higher. Y/N and Kai stayed inside mostly because being in the sun felt as if someone was holding a hot iron on their skin , literally the sunrays burned like fire as if trying to burn them alive.

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“Someone looks hot.“ said Kai walking into the living room , looking at Y/N from head to toe. Suddenly she closed her sketchpad and left it on the coffee table , looking a little startled. Her hair had stuck to her face and her cheeks were a bit rosey. He wondered what that gray smudge on her cheek was. He had been downstairs in the basement to grab a blood bag , not realising she’d be out of bed by the time he got back upstairs. The past few days Y/N walked around the house barely wearing a t-shirt and Kai found that more than distracting. He knew it wasn’t her intention to do that , she just couldn’t stand clothes in that heat. A couple of times he caught himself day dreaming about her - having her in his arms and finding another way to make her feel like she is on fire. Y/N would reach for something at the top shelf in the kitchen cabinet and the shirt would lift itself just enough for him to slip into his dream and imagine himself standing right behind her , his hands roaming her body all over , tearing that shirt off her.
“What?” wondered Y/N , her eyes widening a little at his words. Even more seeing him wearing only his boxers again. Suddenly the room felt hotter and it had nothing to do with the heat coming from outside. Her skin felt as if it was on fire and it was all because of Kai. Seeing him shirtless did that to her every time.
“From the heat I mean.” he said smiling nervously. “And in general.” he muttered to himself. “Do you want a popsicle ? Might help you cool down.”
“Yeah , t-thanks.” smiled Y/N. She looked at him , somehow doubting he had meant the heat as a reason. Or maybe it was wishful thinking.
“I still cannot believe you said ‘yes’ when I asked if I can move in with you.” said Kai , opening the freezer to get him and Y/N one of the popsicles he had made the day before. He turned around , giving her the frozen treat unable to take his eyes off her. The heat was driving her insane , but the way she was dressing was driving him completely mad. Kai felt his skin burn and it had nothing to do with the heat outside. It had to do with her.
“I didn’t.” said Y/N. About 7 months ago , right after the wedding Kai had shown up at her doorstep asking if he can stay over for the night. That one night had turned into another and another… “You showed up at my doorstep covered in blood saying ‘can I sleep here?’ to which I replied ‘yes’ and ever since I can’t seem to be able to get rid of you.”
Y/N laughed , punching him playfully in the shoulder. Her tongue licked her popsicle from bottom to the top before taking a small nibble of the top.
“You love having me around. Admit it.” he teased , laughing along with her.
“Fine.” she said with a smile , raising her hands. “I actually do love having you around. At first you were annoying me 24/7 , now you are annoying me like 12/7. What would I do without your constant talking and that smile in my life.” she reached towards him and pinched his cheek. “Plus without your cooking I’d starve and die.”
“I wouldn’t let you die , Y/N.” said Kai suddenly serious.
Y/N smiled , gazing into his eyes. She wondered what that had meant. Every now and then Kai would say something like that or she’d catch him starring at her and when she asks him about it , he’d just say ‘nothing’ and change the subject. A few times there had been these moments between them when he or she would reach for something , resulting in both of them standing barely an inch from each other , longingly gazing into each other’s eyes. Those moments took her breath away but also frustrated her a lot. Y/N had feelings for him. It was inevitable - how was she to resist his charm and those sexy blue eyes of his that somehow seemed able to get her to do whatever he wanted. Kai had gotten under her skin and no matter how much she tried to shake him , it just wasn’t possible. Y/N had been trying to find a way to tell him but words always got lost on their way to her mouth. Her had reached for her phone on the coffee table , knocking down her sketchpad along with it making a few pages of it she had torn away spill on the floor.
Kai’s eyes went wide. He blinked a few times to make sure he wasn’t dreaming. On the ground there were a couple of sketches with his face drawn on them - on some he was smiling , on others he appeared to be looking at something.
Y/N followed his gaze. “Oh sorry. I was just -”
“Why would you draw me ?” he wondered , halfway through his popsicle. Kai reached for one of the papers , seeing a drawing of himself in profile. It hadn’t been a picture of him she had drawn. It had to have been by memory , but why would she draw him ? He held the drawing to his face , imitating the image on the paper before starting to laugh. “Those are really good. I didn’t know you are that good. Hey maybe sometime I can pose for you to draw…or something”
“Thanks. I might take you up on that.” she smiled. “And I couldn’t help myself. How can I resist drawing your handsome face. You are not mad , are you?”
“Flattered - yes. Mad at you - never.“ he said a little amused. “Well except when you steal my pork rinds.”
“I have never-”
“They walked out of the kitchen cupboard all by themselves then.” he said amused. Y/N stared at him and started to laugh.
“Fine. It was one time.” she said , finishing her popsicle. “I was hungry. I’ll buy you more. Promise.”
Kai smiled at her ,tucking in a strand of hair behind her ear catching her gazing into his eyes. He had feelings for her , even though he couldn’t understand them completely. All Kai knew was that he’d anything for her. Y/N was constantly in his thoughts - day or night. Always lurking in the corners of his mind. At first it all had annoyed him a little - not being able to focus on anything else but her. Then it confused him , even more so after he had become a vampire and his emotions got heightened. Those feelings have been the reason he had shown up at her door step. Kai wanted to be with her only he never seemed able to find the right time or way to tell her. Sometimes Kai wondered if his feelings weren’t one sided. Specially in moments like this. She could’ve drawn whoever she wanted but instead had chosen him. But it wasn’t just that - intentional or not Y/N had been wearing his t-shirt the entire day yesterday and today too. It had to mean something right ?
“Y/N , there is something I have to -”
Y/N’s heart rate had increased the past few moments. Kai was starring at her again , his eyes drifting all over her. Her phone rang and for a few moments she hesitated getting up. Whoever it was , they’d have to wait.
“Wh-what is it?”
“Nah … it can wait.” he waved his hand.
“Are you sure?”
“Yeah … yeah.” said Kai getting up. “Do you want another one ? Popsicle I mean. I made quite a few of them. Had a feeling you might like them.”
“Yes please.” she beamed at him , taking her phone. Her eyes followed Kai until he left the room and walked into the kitchen. A sigh left her lips. He looked hot as hell from every angle , it made her knees weak and if she hadn’t been sitting , probably she would’ve dropped on the floor. The way he had been looking at her a moment ago had her head spin out of control. She had wanted to lean in towards him , push him onto the couch and touch every inch of his chest , and almost had. Probably would’ve too if the phone hadn’t interrupted them. Y/N waved her hand at her face trying to create any wind , however small , to help her cool down with no luck. “Damn…”

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Harry Blurb #?/?

A/n: Hey, guys! New blurb time! I’ll be on spring break next week so I’m probably going to be doing blurbs and ships! :) -L

Prompt: “Baby, running after you is like chasing the clouds” -Story of My Life (Midnight Memories)

“I can’t do this anymore.” Harry said, looking defeated as he sighed and plopped himself down in a pool chair.
“Oh, come on, Haz. You can’t give up now.” Louis called as he made his way into the shallow side of the pool, light goosebumps on his skin from the temperature of the water.. “I thought you loved her.”
“Yeah, we thought you did, too.” Liam agreed with Niall nodding his head next to his bandmate who were both in the hot tub.
“I just…I don’t know. Sometimes, it’s like she only wants me to be her friend and then other times, she wants more. It’s exhausting.” Harry sighed again, then leaned back in his chair.
“Maybe you should talk to her,” Niall suggested.
“What would that do, though?”
“You’d know how she really feels about you.”
Harry thought about it for a minute before deciding that Niall was right. He told the boys that he was going to invite her to his house, where they were, and have her swim with them. They immediately told him that this was something that needed to be done in private.
When Y/n finally came over, dressed in a bikini that wasn’t covered up very well by the very thin material of the white sarong. Harry walked up to her, giving her a kiss on the cheek, then offered to take her bag from off her shoulder.
“Thanks, Haz. You’re so sweet.” She smirked at him, then kicked off her flip-flops.
He came back and just stared at her, not knowing how to start the conversation. He reached back to scratch the back of his neck. Nervously, he finally stated, “You look fantastic today, Y/n.”
She sighed, folding her arms over her chest. “Cut the crap, Styles. When you called me, it sounded like you had something important to tell me. Just get on with it.”
“You always see right through me, don’t you?” He chuckled, then nodded. “Okay. Here it goes. I just want to know how you feel about me. I always think that you have feelings for me, but then you do something that makes me think that you wanna be just friends. Honestly, I’m exhausted trying to figure you out. Baby, running after you is like chasing the clouds. I don’t know what to do anymore…”


Catch up on Number 6 here!

Negan x wife Number 6 (reader - Y/N)

Y/N=your name

Y/E/C  ~ your eye color

Ne - reader’s nickname for Negan

Warnings ~ Negan’s glorious language, smutty smut, fluffy fluff fluffiness

I apologize for the lack of fics lately, and for my less than stellar writing.

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  Negan’s POV

  I pulled on my pants, but fuck, I couldn’t zip or button those fuckers. I was so hard from doll’s little tease.

 I glanced over to see her pulling a tee over her head. “Uh, baby girl, I could use a bit of help over here, please.”

 She finished pulling the tee on, turning towards me. “What’s up Ne?” As she began walking my way I noticed she didn’t have any pants on. Or any panties. Jesus fuck girl.

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Imagine you and Chris going to your best friends’ wedding weekend. (Part C)

A/N: Part 4C 😊 You can read the related mini-series and the previous parts here: (Mini-series - Masterlist; Mini-series Spin-off: ‘Unexpected Reader’, ‘Little Ways Away’, ‘She Said Yes’, ‘Miss Graduate’, ‘Something Blue’, ‘Something New’ - Masterlist; ‘Baby Steps’: Part 1/Part 2/Part 3A/3B/Part 4A/4B)

You stood at a distance watching Sebastian and Ava as they found comfort in the other’s arms. It was moments like those that you knew your best friend had chosen the right person to marry, someone who could disperse her nerves. Sebastian had chosen correctly too; he felt like he could breathe properly when he saw her waiting for him at the lighthouse. He swept her into his arms and kissed her until they felt like they were the only ones standing there. It was slightly uncomfortable for you, but you were happy for them. You found yourself smiling when you thought of the way Sebastian’s eyes lit up at the sight of his bride-to-be in her wedding dress. He had reacted similarly to the way Chris reacted when he saw you in your wedding dress for the first time; he couldn’t stop smiling, nor could he speak. Sebastian was in such awe, thanking the universe- and his best friend- for you so he could have Ava. The first words he got out after a minute or two of gaping was “I love you” and you’d almost swoon with Ava.

“Hey,” Chris slipped his hand into yours as he joined your side; you smiled at him then turned back to watch Sebastian and Ava. “I’ve never seen two people look as in-love as them,” he said and you immediately scoffed, gesturing between the two of you. “You didn’t let me finish,” he chuckled, squeezing your hand. “I’ve never seen two people look as in-love as them, other than when the two of us are standing in front of a mirror of course.”

“Of course,” you pulled your hand out of his and wrapped your arm around his waist instead, leaning into him as his arm draped over your shoulder. “Is it weird if I say I’m proud of them?” You asked Chris, smiling at Sebastian and Ava who had started their hand in hand stroll on the boardwalk. It was pretty obvious they were in their own world, talking and laughing. They looked so comfortable with each other now that you could barely remember how awkward they were when they first met; it seemed like a lifetime ago now. You were so happy for them as they were two fabulous souls that deserved everything they were getting with each other. “‘Cause I am really proud of them,” you continued when Chris said nothing.

“Me too,” he nodded with a smile. “But I’m proud of us too,” he said and you turned to him with a raised brow. “I mean- we did play matchmaker, remember?” He reminded you and you nodded, laughing. “If it weren’t for us, those two would’ve never met. Well-” he scrunched his nose. “They probably would’ve met, but whether or not they would’ve dated- that’s a different story. They can be flirty when they want to be, but- I don’t know, I’ve always felt like they’re both fairly passive souls. That’s probably why they work so well together.”

“Are we passive souls?”

Chris snorted, “you’re kidding, right?” You giggled because you knew the two of you weren’t at all passive- passive-aggressive, maybe. “Have you seen us when we argue, darling? Have you seen my interviews and tweets about politics or sports? Or rather, have you seen yourself when you get vocal about something you believe in?” He pressed his lips on your cheek, nuzzling his beard into your skin and making you laugh even harder as you squirmed. “We are as far away from passive as humanly possible.”

“And that’s why we work so well together,” you grinned at him and he chuckled with a nod. “What do you think Jack will be like?” You diverted your gaze to your belly when you felt him kick; Chris did too, 'cause you’d flinched. That kick was his third kick of the hour, keeping up with the pattern of his fetal movement. He was always more active around this time of the day, and in the evening just before bed. “He’s going to be a Pisces, Pisces are said to be the passive-aggressive type.”

“As much as I enjoy astrology, you know it’s-”

“A whole lot of bullshit?” You asked then laughed when he did. “Yes, I know. But you have to admit there is some truth behind it. I mean- look at me and tell me I’m not a hundred percent Virgo with my perfectionism and other annoying traits.” He bit back his smile and you giggled. “Yeah, and you’re very much so a Gemini. I know it’s not the planets or the moon and stars controlling us, but star signs can be pretty accurate sometimes.”

“Yeah, because we morph our personalities into something similar after reading these things. Or our parents read them and raised us a certain way.” You rolled your eyes, but you knew it was the logical explanation. “People aren’t affected until they know about it, it’s like a placebo almost. We want to relate and we unconsciously adapt. Raise a child with no knowledge of astrology and you’ll see, they’d end up with all the traits of every star sign 'cause they’re generic traits.”

“Okay, since when did you become so logical?” He laughed at that. “I was just saying, God. I’m not going to raise him based on his star sign, he can relate and adapt when he’s older. You know, if you don’t turn him into a skeptic first.” You quipped, drawing more laughter. “I just want to raise him to be a good person, a gentleman and a scholar.” Chris chuckled then smiled when you kissed his jawline and said, “just like his daddy.”

“You’re too kind to me,” he dipped his head and met your lips.

“The two of you realize we’re the ones getting married, right?” Sebastian’s teasing voice forced you and Chris to break your kiss. You both turned in their direction, stifling your laughter. “God, will the two of you ever stop being disgustingly sweet?”

“Probably not, no,” Chris shook his head then smiled at you when you laughed. “You two ready to get married and join the disgustingly sweet train?” Sebastian and Ava smiled at each other, then nodded at the both of you. “Okay then. It looks like we’ve got five minutes to get the two of you to where you need to be.” He kissed your cheek while Sebastian kissed Ava’s. “I’m going to take the groom back, you handle the bride. Let’s go,” he pulled his arm off you and walked off, glancing back to make sure Sebastian was following.

“See you soon, baby,” Sebastian looked back to wave at Ava and Ava blew him a kiss, smiling. “God, Chris. Wait up!” He started to jog when Chris disappeared around the corner. “It’s not like…” His voice trailed off with the distance.

“Feeling better?” You asked Ava, locking arms with her as the two of you slowly strolled back. You had to be careful with your steps considering you were both carrying lives inside your bellies. Ava wasn’t too worried, it wasn’t a far walk and she was the bride; the bride could be fashionably late, she could do whatever she wanted because it was her day.

“Much,” Ava nodded. “Now I know why you had to sneak off with Chris on your wedding day too.” She commented and you shot her a smug look, making her laugh. “I can’t believe I’m getting married to him, I feel so fortunate right now.”

“He feels the same way,” you told her with a smile. “Believe me, I saw the way he looked at you and there is no one in the world he’s going to love more than you.” Ava placed a hand on her belly and was about to correct you when you cut her off. “No, not even little peanut. You are number one, believe me.”

“Of course I do,” she smiled. “You’re an expert when it comes to being a guy’s number one.” You chuckled, knowing she was referring to Chris. “Do you remember that article we read where he said family came from an extension of the love you have your partner? That you needed to want the relationship more than the idea of having a kid?” You nodded. “Do you remember us thinking he got that from your series?” You nodded again, chuckling. “Well, did he? Did you ask him?”

“I didn’t ask, but he did tell me. He’s always carried that philosophy, but after reading my series- it sorta stuck with him even more, which is sweet.” You said and Ava nodded in agreement. “I definitely felt like it was a load off my shoulders 'cause while I knew I wanted to have kids with him, I didn’t know when. You know me, we talked about this before I even met him- I was afraid that if I did end up with him and didn’t want kids yet, he’d dump me or whatever.”

“And I told you he wouldn’t, but you didn’t believe me until you read that article.” She reminded you and you nodded, laughing. “And look where you are now, you’re happily married to your celebrity crush and carrying his baby. And I am too,” she let out a nervous, but excited laugh. “It’s kinda surreal, isn’t?”

“A little, yeah.” You nodded in agreement, smiling. Ava looked like she was about to talk again, but you interrupted before she could. “But it’s real and it’s happening and we’re going to late, so enough on me and enough on the surreality. Let’s go get you married, girl.”

“Okay,” she grinned.

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Part 4D


(requested by anon)
Kai Parker x Reader
word count : 3 093
summary : Reader and Kai are friends and go together to celebrate Thanksgiving at the Salvatore’s house.
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Kai got up early and walked to Y/N’s house , ringing the doorbell. Usually he’d sneak into her house through her bedroom window but not this time. It was his favourite holiday and he wanted to do things right for a change.  A moment later Y/N’s dad opened the door , letting him inside.
“I think she is still asleep but you are welcome to wait for her downstairs until she wakes.” said her dad.
“Thanks.” said Kai smiling , putting his hands on her father’s shoulders. “But I think I will go upstairs and wake her up myself.. and you are not going to come check up on  us.”  and the next second he whooshed himself upstairs in her bedroom seeing her door was cracked open. He smiled and pushed it in , seeing Y/N curled up into a ball , semi hanging off the bed. Kai walked inside , sitting on the opposite side , pulling her towards him.
“Wakey wakey.”
“5 more minutes dad…” mumbled Y/N pulling the covers over her head.
Kai laughed at her words, tickling her through the covers.
“Not your dad sweetheart , though you can still call me ‘daddy’ if you want.”
Y/N pulled the covers over her head finding Kai grinning over her. His eyes sparkling with excitement as he tapped her nose. She glanced at the clock noticing its barely 7.25AM , then back at Kai.
“What ? H-how did you get in my ro- bed?”
“Front door. Weirdly your father is not on vervain. I wonder who got him off of it.” said Kai amused. “Oh right. I did.“ he laughed.
She couldnt help but smile. Kai might be dangerous around everyone else but not around her. Y/N got to see a side of him no one else did. He was charming , funny and sometimes annoyingly cute but she loved him just the way he was with all the good and the bad.
“Should I be worried you made sure my dad can be compelled or ?”
“Nah … Don’t worry. I just wanted him to allow me to sneak into the house whenever I want without interruptions.” he said smiling. “Now , get up. It’s THANKSGIVING !!! My favourite day of the year !”
“What about Christmas ?”  she asked yawning , rubbing her forehead with her thumb and index finger. Kai was like a little kid on Christmas morning. The most dangerous thing about him today would be how much food he’d try to get her to eat.
“Christmas is fun but I like Thanksgiving best.” he grinned. “Come on , get up !” he pulled the covers off her , pulling her hands until she was in a sitting position. “There is so much to do - turkey , cranberries , stuffing OH and those glazed carrots !!”
“I know , I know … Caroline already send me a whole list with chores the other night.” she said getting up. Her friends had invited her to Friendsgiving and of course everyone had chores to do and a schedule to stick to. Kai looked at her confused.
“What does Candice had to do with today ?”
“Didn’t I tell you ? Sorry … classes and all. Must’ve slipped my mind.” she laughed nervously. “Caroline invited me over to celebrate Friendsgiving … well Thanksgiving at the Salvatores…and you are coming as my plus one.”
Kai stared at her as if she had just dropped a nuclear bomb in the middle of her bedroom. Her friends didn’t like him and he didnt really feel like spending the day with them , but he also wanted to spend the day with Y/N. He liked being around her , talking or just sitting together doing nothing.
“Lose the sad face.” she tickled him. “Smile. There is nothing to be nervous about - I’ll be there and -”
“They don’t like me. What if -”
“No , no , no. No ‘but’ or ‘if’. “ she said wrapping her hands around her best friend. “You are coming or I’ll be very very sad … and mad at you.”
“You know I cant say no to you.” he smiled. “Now , where is that list Candice sent you? I dont want them to hate me for ruining Thanksgiving , also I make the best stuffing. Literally to die for.” said Kai excitedly.
“Ah well thats perfect because stuffing is our responsibility.” smiled Y/N.
“Fantastic !” said Kai grabbing her by the waist and tossing her over his shoulder making her laugh. “Lets go sweet cheeks. I am making you breakfast.”

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“I wanna kiss you.”

Anon Request: Sebastian is drunk and tries kissing his best friend.

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Reaching forward, you tap the elevator button for the third time. Your impatience stems from the uncomfortable position you have been under for nearly twenty minutes. After failing to hail a cab, by no surprise in NYC on a Friday night, you were forced to escort your drunk best friend home. With your right arm secured firmly along his waist, for support, you reach up to lightly pat Sebastian’s chest to let him know you are indeed still listening to his rambling. Upon your departure from the party, Sebastian has been erratically discussing off the fly future plans for his life. Fifteen minutes worth of travel plans, possible house purchases, and desires to “live a bit more on the edge, ya know?” were beginning to add to the draining task of supporting his body weight. It’s not that Sebastian’s weight, in particular, was difficult to manage. It was the man himself. You couldn’t get him to walk straight. He got too easily distracted by the lights around him, or the sequence of your dress, the color of your hair. It made the typical ten minute walk home turn into a twenty-minute walk.

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We got away… Red, we got away! Now you’re here. And me. And, that’s it…

Ahh oh my god, I just finished 11 straight shifts of work + finished all my commissions and it feels so GOOD to take a break and do some personal art again <3 I also recently just finished playing Transistor again and had to make something. And I wanted to practice my GIF making some more :) Shame I had to lower the quality A LOT for it to work on Tumblr :C
I’d like to make another one of these sometime!

Warning; Angsty as shit.

You sat next to Newt on the cold ground and crossed your arms trying to hold in some warmth. He sat there, watching the sky, you could see his breath but he seemed unfazed by the cold. You watched him, his wild hair would brush against his face with every small gust of wind, hiding his blue eyes but when the wind would settle they would appear again, looking sadder than before.

You had no words that would make him feel better so you said nothing. Sometimes it was best to let him work things out himself but you knew having someone there was better than being alone, so you sat, and held his hand, feeling so useless.

“He was a real ass, you know. He constantly said my career was pointless and that I should do something with my life. He wanted me to be a war hero like him, but I guess I just was never that brave. I wasn’t a Gryffindor like him, after all.” Newt clenched his fist, but he wasn’t angry.

“Newt, you-“

“But he was always the first to suggest names for the new creatures I brought home to show them. And he was the one who helped me hide the cats and snakes and owls I would bring home. And when our parents caught me with them, he would try to take the blame, but our parents knew it was me and he would just get in trouble for lying.” Newt chuckled, his fist getting less tense.

“He gave me my suitcase, you know” He finally looked at you and you could finally see how hurt he was. His eyes were shinning with tears he refused to let fall. He was trying so hard not to cry. “Yeah, it was right after I got expelled. My parents were furious, so I hid away in my room, so alone. But one day he came in, holding this new suitcase. I guess he never believed it was me, he was the only one, besides Dumbledore. My parents entertained the idea, they didn’t want their child to almost kill a student but they knew it wasn’t passed my creatures. My father never saw how harmless they were. My mom understood most of them, but not all.”

“I think he wanted me to use it for more practical things, but by then he was used to me disappointing him, I suppose. You should have seen his face when I was placed in Hufflepuff.” And that’s when his grin fell, and you could see his whole body start to tense now. You squeezed his hand a little tighter, hoping to relieve some of his pain.

“I feel like I’ve really disappointed him. That he died thinking I was never going to do anything with my life, that my book is just a fantasy. That my creatures are dangerous and eventually going to end up really hurting me. That he died wishing he had a different brother.” His voice cracked and the tears started pouring out of his eyes. Your heart ached for him.

“I feel like I’ve disappointed everybody.” He paused. “Do you ever get that feeling?” 

He looked deep into your eyes for answers. Answers you would never be able to answer, answers only his brother, Theseus, could answer, answers he would now have to find himself.

So you didn’t answer him, you just reached behind you and pulled a small worn out, leather book out of you bag. It was ripped at the edges and many of the pages were dog eared. Some pages had book marks in them and some had been ripped out and placed back in. But it was a beautiful book, your favorite book. And you placed it in his hands.

“Make him proud, Newt.”

FOR THE RECORD; there is NO ONE who wants Newt and Theseus to have a healthy, loving relationship more than me. And I would also like to believe that Theseus is still alive with Newt in 2017, and theyre just sitting in rocking chairs in the newtcase, drinking hot coco, being happy as shit. SO IM SORRY. 

okay but like?? Do you ever like, fall super in love with someone’s character and you just?????????? aAAAAAA
Cus that happens to me way to much tbh aa
bUT I super adore 89wfox’s character Sombra and her outfits are so cool and i just like?? really wanted to draw and animate a lill something so, eyy

The animations a lill jumpy so I might go back and fix it sometime but I’m super happy with how the basic picture came out and aaaaaa I have sO much fun doing small animations like this, so i might do more in the future, if I have time XD
I hope you like it though ^^

I watched Her for the third time today and I feel the need to share my favorite quotes:

“It’s like I’m reading a book… and it’s a book I deeply love. But I’m reading it slowly now. So the words are really far apart and the spaces between the words are almost infinite. I can still feel you… and the words of our story… but it’s in this endless space between the words that I’m finding myself now. It’s a place that’s not of the physical world. It’s where everything else is that I didn’t even know existed. I love you so much. But this is where I am now. And this is who I am now. And I need you to let me go. As much as I want to, I can’t live in your book any more.”

“I think anybody who falls in love is a freak. It’s a crazy thing to do. It’s kind of like a form of socially acceptable insanity.”

“Sometimes I think I have felt everything I’m ever gonna feel. And from here on out, I’m not gonna feel anything new. Just lesser versions of what I’ve already felt.”

“We are only here briefly, and in this moment I want to allow myself joy.”

“You know, I can feel the fear that you carry around and I wish there was… something I could do to help you let go of it because if you could, I don’t think you’d feel so alone anymore.”

“Well, the room’s spinning cause I drank too much, cause I wanted to get drunk and have sex. There was something sexy about that woman, cause I was lonely… maybe just cause I was lonely. I wanted somebody to fuck me. I want somebody to want me to fuck them. Maybe that would have filled this tiny little hole in my heart, but probably not”

“It’s how we spend a third of our lives asleep, and maybe that’s the time when we feel the most free.”

“I feel like I can be anything with you.”

“I want to learn everything about everything. I want to eat it all up. I want to discover myself.”

“I’m yours, and I’m not yours.”

“You know, I actually used to be so worried about not having a body, but now I truly love it. I’m growing in a way that I couldn’t if I had a physical form. I mean, I’m not limited - I can be anywhere and everywhere simultaneously. I’m not tethered to time and space in the way that I would be if I was stuck inside a body that’s inevitably going to die.”

“Will you always come home with me and tell me about your day? Tell me about the guy at work who talked too much, the stain you got on your shirt at lunch. Tell me about a funny thought you had when you were waking up and forgotten about. Tell me how crazy everyone is and we can laugh about it. Maybe, if you get home late and I’m already asleep, just whisper in my ear one little thought you had today, ‘cause I love the way you look at the world. I’m so happy I get to be next to you and look at the world through your eyes.”

A real Flash? (Chapter 6)

Summarized: You became a real female speedster, but you didn’t exactly know how this was even possible, or what happened to you. No one knew something about your secret not even your family. You wanted to keep it a secret when an accident forced you to show that you were real and not just a legend.


(Please let me know if you like this kind of stories. )

You went back to your friends with a huge smile on your face and dreamy eyes.

“So what was this conversation all about?” Caroline asked curious.  

“Uh nothing. He had to go.”

“And what else?! I mean come on! “

“He invited me for dinner, I guess. A BBQ with friends of his and his brother, actually.”

“What?!” Everyone said at the same time and they were looking at you with a very surprised and confused expression on their faces.

“Why that? Are you friends with him or what?” Liam this time.

“No … we’ve just met once, this week when this Flash thing showed up at this accident downtown. We talked a little but not much more. I am surprised too, but he said he wanna get to know me better.”

“Wait, you’ve seen this Flash thing? What else didn’t you tell us?”

More than you think…

“Yeah I’ve seen it. Or not, I mean it was so fast, but I didn’t think that you would be interested in something like that.”

“Everyone is talking about the Flash or however it call itself! I mean, have you ever seen something like that? This cannot exist in the real world! This is not possible!”

“Calm down Patrick,” you laughed. You’ve never seen him so excited about something like that. But he was probably because he studied physics and maths and The Flash would change the whole knowledge about both of it. Probably even more.

“It surely can. You’ve seen it yourself!” Liam said in a harsh tone, obviously annoyed at the topic. You could only imagine how much Patrick was talking about it with him.

“You’ve seen it too?” You asked.

“Yeah today actually. There was a bank robbery and I was walking down the streets when this thing just ran past me! All I’ve seen was a red blur and even a lightning was behind it! And with the blink of an eye it was gone! Incredible!” You started giggling because Patrick put one fist upon his head and tried to look like superman, just with a goofy smirk on his lips while singing out the Darth Vader song which made no sense at all, but this was just how Patrick was. Always goofing around and doing funny but weird stuff. Not believable that he was actually the smartest kid in his whole class.

“So when will you go to his place? Will he pick you?” Emily asked you, desperately wanting to change the topic to stop Patrick from doing more awkward stuff in public.

“Patrick stop it!” You laughed. “Don’t you see that everyone is embarrassed because of you goofing around all the time?”

He just stuck out his tongue in your direction. “Pff when they can’t handle my coolness.”  He ran his fingers through his hair, pretending to have a mirror in front of him.

You just rolled your eyes.

“It’ll start at 8pm but he said that he wouldn’t mind if I would come sooner … whatever this means.”

“Oh my Gosh!” Emily and Caroline exclaimed and giggled over your confused face.  

“What? What is it?”

“He wants some alone time with you! But invites you over to a BBQ with friends so it’s not so suspicious and it’s less grimly! How can’t you see that?!” Emily explained dramatically shocked that you didn’t see it yourself in the first place.

The boys took your conversation as a goodbye to them, because they probably knew that the girl’s talk had just took over and they didn’t want to be in the way beside that it was already getting late.

“I don’t know … I-I just don’t think that he thinks about me that way. I mean maybe he just thinks that I am likeable and that’s it! Can’t imagine he may like me that way, when he could have every girl he wants.”

“Yeah but that’s the point! He wants you!”


You had talked a bit too long with Emily and Caroline, but now you really had to go.

Back at your place you wanted to prepare a salad and maybe a dessert for the dinner, but you were torn between a tiramisu or just a cake. Or nothing of those? Maybe this would all be way too much.  

In the end you decided to make the tiramisu just like your mother always did it. It was an easy and quick recipe. The preparation for both, the salad and the tiramisu, took you less than one minute. After that you put the tiramisu in the refrigerator and begun to make yourself ready.

But that was way harder than you thought. After you came out of the shower you searched for something to wear and even though your wardrobe was full with al kind of clothes, you didn’t find something.  

There you stood totally desperate, because everything was overwhelming you. You put too much pressure on yourself but for what? Were you afraid that he wouldn’t like you when you would wear something he wouldn’t like? Or were you afraid of what his friends and brother would think about you? That made absolutely no sense, because he clearly liked you even though you were all sweaty today and looked like a hobo in your eyes, but still he invited you. And was it really important what his friends and brother would think about you? Everything that counted was that Grant liked you the way you were. And again, he clearly did… or not? But should you really do this? You couldn’t hide forever who you were. He was smart, he would find out sooner or later. Was it selfish that you kinda wanted that to happen? Just to have someone to talk to? Of course you wouldn’t, because you couldn’t be selfish with him. Not if that would mean that he would get in danger because of you. But wouldn’t that mean that you should stay as far away from him as possible? To not let this happen? To make sure he’s save? But why didn’t you? Why was it such a temptation to be near him … to be with him?

You shook your head to shake all these bad thoughts off. You weren’t a bad person, because you just couldn’t stand not being with him, or were you? You didn’t know, not at this point, but you had the dark feeling that you would find out sooner or later.

It felt like you changed a hundred times, maybe you even did, but in the end you found something quite wearable. You wore a blue skirt and a white crop top which had flowers on it and you wore normal sandals with it. It was quite hot and just in case it would get colder in the evening you took a cardigan with you. Your (Y/H/C) hair fell on your shoulders and made waves like a shiny waterfall.

Your (Y/E/C) seemed to be even more intense because of you decent make-up. All in all you were quite happy with the result and you also felt good and confident in this outfit.

You checked the clock, it was 6.30 pm now, which you thought would be a good time to go.

You took the tiramisu out of the refrigerator and you put the salad into a box which was big enough for the salad but small enough so you could carry it in your bag.

With a deep breathe you walked out of your apartment, holding the paper Grant gave you in your hand and so you could find his address. And then you ran, Flash speed of course. This was easier with all the things you carried with you than taking the bus, because you didn’t own a car, and it was much faster of course.

Without any problems you found his address but as you stood in front of the door you didn’t have the courage to ring. All the bad thoughts came back. Should you really do this?

Before you could think about an answer the door opened itself.

Grant had opened the door and looked down at you with sparkling eyes and a huge smile on his face.

“Did you want to wait out here until it’s dark?” he said and laughed.

“I was just about to ring,” you said in a sassy but still friendly tone.

“Howsoever, you wanna come in?”

“I would like that!”

He closed the door behind you and showed you the way to the living room and the open kitchen. The whole wall was made of windows so you could see the beach and his garden. Jett and Nora were currently outside and laid in the evening sun and slept.

“Wow,” you said, because everything was so huge, but still not too much at all. It didn’t look palatial in a way that intimidated you. It was a decent luxury which seemed to fit perfectly to him.

“I could say the exact same thing to you! You look … “He searched for the right word. “Stunning!”

You blushed right away. “You don’t look too bad either,” you said and laughed just like he did.

Grant wore a normal Jeans and a normal shirt, so nothing really worth talking about, but for some reason he looked incredibly hot in it. But this was probably just the advantage of being hot no matter what. He always looked good, he didn’t even have to try. Sometimes you asked yourself if he knew that himself.

“Uh I brought something with me. I don’t know if you’ll like it but I made a tiramisu and a normal salad … which was probably not necessary, but I didn’t want to come without something.” You walked over to his kitchen island and took out the salad and the tiramisu.

“That is really attentive, thank you! And I guess, everyone will love it!”

You were still wondering why he wanted you to come sooner. Was it like Caroline and Emily said? Did he want some alone time with you? Why? Should you ask him?

As you wanted to say something, one of his dogs barked. You looked through the window, seeing both of them standing in front of the door and waggled with their tails.

“Can I?”

“Of course!”

You opened the door and stepped out smelling the scent of the see and hearing the sound of the waves a few feet away.

“Hey, Jett and Nora. Wanna play? Where are your toys?” you talked to the dogs and made your super silly but adorable baby voice. (Come one guys! Everyone talks in a baby tone with their pets! xD). You grabbed a ball and threw it so they could bring it back. Jett ran after it right away, but Nora just stood there and wanted you to pet her which you did. Jett came back with ball in his mouth and you threw it another time. And as he ran again you couldn’t help laughing about how adorable he was. Grant didn’t say something, he just watched you. You felt his looks in your back but you didn’t turn around. And then after a little while he sat down on the grass just like he did this morning.

“They both like you a lot, I guess. Normally they’re shyer around strangers, especially Nora.” He pointed to Nora. She was about to lay down in the grass next to you, so you could still stroke her.

“Do you have pets?” he asked then.

“Yeah I have a dog too. They remind me a lot of him… “

“Why do you sound so sad, talking about him?”

“He’s not here with me. Haven’t seen him for three years now…”

“Oh, I am sorry. So this means you’re not from here originally? “

“I just moved here, because of collage… My finals are coming up in a few weeks, I don’t know what I am doing after that…”

Grant nodded with an expression on his face which you couldn’t tell what it meant. But honestly this wasn’t just the only reason why you sounded sad talking about your dog or family generally. You felt guilty. You felt guilty because you could have easily visited them over the last year, when everything changed. You could have told them about your powers, you could have seen them every day since, but you never did. You thought about that every day, but even though you wanted to do it so many times, you just didn’t do it actually. Sometimes you asked yourself why this had happened to you. Why you? From over seven billion people on this planet, why you? Although you were grateful most of the time, you felt like a monster or alien as much as you felt good about it. You were different. You were the one thing no one could explain. No one could figure out. People were afraid of that and sometimes you even thought your family would be too. And you just couldn’t stand the thought of them looking at you with fear in their eyes.  But you never even tried to explain yourself.

Once you actually ran to them, the day you got your powers. You stood in front of your family’s house which once was your house too, but at this moment you didn’t feel like you would belong there anymore. Everything felt different. You remembered standing in front of the kitchen window, seeing you mother and dad preparing dinner. They seemed happy and carefree. You didn’t want that to change and out of a sudden you felt like an invader. Someone who didn’t belong there. And then you just turned around and ran away again.

“Hey, everything okay?” Grant looked at you with a worried expression on his face.

You flinched as he snapped you out of your thoughts.

“Yeah, I-I am fine. “ You tried to smile. Why could I just not tell him the truth? You felt so lonely. You had good friends and now you weren’t alone either, but still you felt lonely. All the time.

You were guarded all the time, very carefully about not saying something about your secret. What would he think about you if he knew who you really was? Would he be afraid? Would he understand you?  

“You sure?”

“Actually, … I-I-I need to talk to you about something,” you stuttered.

“What’s up?”

And then the bell rang. It just shouldn’t be, you thought then. So you wouldn’t tell him anything now, he would probably forget it anyways.

“I’ll be right back.”

You petted Nora with the right hand and Jett with the left.

“I don’t know what to do. I am torn apart and it feels like I can’t do this anymore… Am I a monster?” You talked to them.  

You turned around as you heard someone opening the door again. You stood up.

“So, Tyler – (Y/N). (Y/N) – Tyler.” Grant introduced the two of you.

“Nice to meet you!” you said and shook his hand.

“Nice to meet you too (Y/N), Grant couldn’t stop talking about you on the phone!”

Grant made a gesture which should tell Tyler to shut up. Tyler laughed, you too.

“Did he? But we just met…”

“You know just the normal stuff: prettiest girl he has ever seen…” Grant slapped him on the shoulder.

“Ouch! I will not say anything anymore, okay! Calm down, bro.” Grant rolled his eyes, but Tyler just laughed. “But he was right though…” he said and Grant tried to look mad, but couldn’t help smiling as he saw you blushing.

“Okay let’s get this party started! Should I heat up the grill?” Grant nodded and gave him some coal and a lighter.

I know it’s kinda boring, but there will be more action in the upcoming chapters xD Does anyone have notifications on? I am just wondering… So?

Most of the time, i really don’t understand what to feel. There were times when an uplifting aura, that i almost scream because of the positive energy that runs through my veins. But most of the time, i just feel sad, so sad that i don’t even know why, that i’ll just sit in one corner of my room and just stare in the darkness. Sometimes, i felt a pang on my chest, i know something inside me hurts, that something wants to explode because i know i am in pain. During at night, i feel so lonely that i can feel my heart shrivel up in my chest. Sometimes, i really want to cry for no apparent reason, it’s just that my eyes can no longer handle what they’re carrying just like clouds. After being with different people the whole day, i still feel alone for reasons unknown to me. It’s like something is missing and i can’t identify what is it. I know what’s like being alone, always feeling empty inside. I really don’t understand my feelings. But above all, i want to feel such happiness yet i still can’t find it. I am still walking on the road and i haven’t reached the finish line.