A/N: This one is trash. This gif and the song Alarm by Ann-Marie are responsible for this imagine, please don’t hate me. Enjoy? Part 2
I set my alarm on 3am in the morning. No I’m not a psychopath and I really love to sleep but Tom just happened to be on a whole different time zone than me. It’s been a little bit over four months since he entered a plain to fly off to film his new movie. It’s been hard. It’s been lonly. Really lonly. This distance thing was just not compatible with my emotional state and I was having a hard time. So was he. That’s the reason why I woke up at three am in the morning everyday to see his stupid face.
My alarm went off and I shut my eyes open being a little baffled for a moment. As I remembered what my alarm was for I reached for my phone and unlocked it.
Seconds later I could see Tom facetiming me and I accepted his call with a sleepy smile.
“Hey.”,I said and rolled onto my back rubbing my eyes, trying to get rid of the slight burning sensation.
“You’re really tired aren’t you?”,he said and I put my hands away immediatly.
“No? Who said that? I could run a marathon.”,I joked and winked at him.
“Shut up. You wouldn’t run a marathon at anytime of the day.”,he chuckled and I smiled again.
“You know me.”,I said and we both fell silent staring at each other and I felt my heart sink.
“I really miss you Tom.”, I finally said and my voice sounded chocked up, not as confident as I would want it to be and he sighed.
“I miss you too.”, he said and ran his fingers through his hair looking really stressed which made me worry.
“Don’t worry about it. You just have a month left.”,I said quickly and put a smile on, which didn’t feel all that real. My heart was pounding in my chest and I couldn’t put my finger on why.
“Tell me about your schedule. What’s next?”,I added and changed the subject to take his mind of the real issue.
“Oh…uh-..there is this event we’re working for which really stresses me out because it is a huge deal. There’ll be an after party to that. I don’t really know if I’ll go there, I have to do this other thing which still needs a lot of work and I’m not even sure…”
“Hey.”,I interrupted him and he looked up into the camera .
“It’s all going to be fine. Don’t stress yourself.”,I tried to calm him but he rolled his eyes.
“Yeah that’s easy for you to say.”,he said and even though I knew that he was salty because of all things he told me about, his attitude still bugged me.
“No need to be an ass about it.”,I said with furrowed brows and he ran his fingers through his hair again. Rougher this time.
“I know! I’m sorry. It’s just so overwhelming and you’re so far away and I just can’t…concentrate.”,he groaned and pressed his palms over his eyes.
“Did you tell Harrison about this, T?”,I asked now really worried but he shook his head.
“It doesn’t matter anyways. I just have to get it done.”,he said and seemed to be annoyed but I couldn’t quite tell why.
“That’s not true. It does matter. I don’t want you to get sick Tom. Please talk to him.”,I tried to convince him but he let his shoulders sink.
“I gotta go, Y/N. We’ll start shooting soon.”
“I love you, darling.”,he said and blew me a kiss.
“Tom!”,I said now more persistent but he just cracked a half smile and waved into the camera.
“I love you too, dumbass. Go be awesome now.”,I said finally and and waved back before he hung up. It’s not really necessary to tell you that I didn’t sleep well that night. Might as well have ran a marathon. Would have been less tiring.
The nice thing about our relationship was that there were no hard feelings after a little argument like that. We just kept going on with our lives because we understood each other. I knew he was being a little butthurt because of the stress and it was understandable.
The next day I didn’t set my alarm because I waited it to be 3am like a psychopath. I was holding my phone in my hand excitedly and smiled to myself. As soon as it was 3:00am I dialled his number and waited with a big grin on my face for him to pick up.
“Hey pretty girl. What’s up?”,he picked up and I squealed while jumping up and down.
“Gues what?!”,I said inbetween my excitement and pressed my palm against my lips.
“What?”,he laughed and his eyes were glowing with curiosity which made me even happier.
“We got it! We got the apartment we were rooting for!”,I exclaimed and and threw my fists into the air.
“Did we really?!”,he said and got up from where he was standing.
“Yes. Yes. Yes! The agent called today. I didn’t want to wake you up from your sleep. You barely get any.”,I said and smiled from ear to ear.
“I wish I could’ve been there. I wish I could hold you right now.”,he sighed and let himself fall onto the couch in his trailer.
“I know. Me too. But keep your head up. We will be having our own apartment soon. Do you know what that means? I’ll be always there when you come home. Even if it is late in the night and you can come cuddle with me or not. I mean we can do lots of other things in bed, you know…Try to think of that.”,I teased him and he playfully glared at me.
“Can I tell you something?”,he asked suddenly. We fell silent and were just enjoying each others company when he broke the silence. I knew he would, I waited for him to break it because I knew something was troubling him. He had this restless expression on his face where he would furrow his brows slightly and chew on his bottom lip.
“Of course. Shoot.”,I said and looked at my feet which were leaned up against the wall. Was that a different shade of blue on my right foot? Damn it.
“I’m having troubles.”
My head shot to my phone and I saw him look down on his feet. But I didn’t say anything because I saw that he needed time to process what he was going to say.
“I’m really having a hard time over here.”, he said and fell silent for quiet some time and panick started to rise in my chest.
“What is it Tom? You can tell me.”,I assured him with a gentle voice and wished he was right next to me so I could lay my arm around him or just take his hand in mine.
He opened his mouth to go on when suddenly I heared a knock on his door.
“Wait a second…”,he said and put his phone on to the table so that I watched the ceiling for a couple of minutes.
“Darling, I need to go. There is a complication with the event next week.”,he said as he picked his phone up and I nodded.
“Yeah, thought so. Go. I’ll call you tomorrow. We really do need to talk Tom.”,I said carefully and he nodded but was lost in his thoughts.
“Love you.”,he said and after I told him also, he was gone.
That was our last nice moment I would ever remember about us. That was also the only moment he tried to tell me about his issues.
From that day on everything began to go downhill. While I wad at home, trying to organize the apartment thing, being excited, Tom was stressed.
“Tom?“I asked for the third time and he snapped.
“What? Y/N I really don’t have time for this and I don’t really care right now! I’m trying to organize last things about the event in three days and you are asking me about a contract? Hell I don’t know okay? I don’t care! ”,he almost yelled and I was shocked. He sighed and started massaging his temples with his free hand, obviously annoyed with me. The thing that I was bothering him with and that he didn’t really care about was our future. That hit me right in the guts. I was only asking him about when we’d be able to sign the contract. A simple question. I felt a knot build in my throat and my eyes started watering and I became angry with myself. I looked down not wanting him to see how much he got to me.
“Darling, I’m sorry. Everyone is pressuring me right now. I didn’t mean to take it out on…”
“I think we should hang up.”,I interrupted him and didn’t look up, trying to gather myself together before I would look into his eyes.
“Y/N please! I didn’t mean-…I wasn’t…”
“I need to go Tom. Go finish your work. I’ll finish mine.”,I interrupted him again and he fell silent.
“Bye.”,I only said and hung up on him without waiting for an answer.
He called four times after I hung up and sent me three messages but I ignored all of them. If I talk to him right now, this is going to become a huge argument. We’re both on the edge of our nerves and we don’t need to stress that.
We didn’t talk for three days in which his important event happened. I had time to cool off and called him the morning after the event but he didn’t pick up. He was probably asleep with a huge headache. I smiled to myself imagening him having a hangover and sleeping it out, on his belly, face burried into the pillow. I called him five hours later but he didn’t pick up. Now it was getting a little weird because he should be awake by now. I shrugged my shoulders and decided to wait and not push him. He was probably still busy. Post event things? Who knows. I made myself a nice cup of sugary tea and chose a movie to watch while I waited for him to call back.
But he didn’t.
I called him the following two days three times a day but he did not answer once. Finally, it was a thursday night, I called Harrison when my alarm went off at 3am in the morning.
“Hey!”,he picked up and I exhaled thankfully.
“Harrison! Thank god! Is Tom with you?”,I said immediatly and and walked up and down in my living room.
“Y/N! Hey- yeah,uh…i mean no. He is not. He is…out?”,he stuttered and I furrowed my brows.
“Harrison.”,I said with a warning tone.
“Alright I’m officially stepping out of this. You guys need to talk. That’s all I’m going to say. No Tom I won’t shut up. You shut up. Gosh! You’re the one with the problem and I am…”, he kept talking but the rest got cut off as he hung up. Oh shit. This was about the other night. I broke his heart. I should have been supporting him through his stressfull times but I blocked him. I pushed him away.
I took my phone and wrote him a message.
I fucked up. I am so sorry for pushing you away when you needed me the most. I’m sorry for being a bitch (even though you were a dick to me before that but that is long forgiven)
Tom, I always want to be by your side even if you have to be away for several months for shooting and promo. I’ll be done with college in a year and than I’ll be able to travel with you. We’ll have the best time of our lives. I’ll be waiting for your return in two weeks. We’ll talk this out when you come back, just know that I still love you. From all my heart.
I sent it and waited for an answer with a big smile on my face. The smile faded with every passing minute. He didn’t reply and I was left a crying mess the whole night. I messed up big time.
I came back from college the next day feeling numb the whole time and threw myself on the couch. I didn’t eat much and my body felt sore. I was watching a TV show when someone knocked on the door. When I looked at the clock I wondered who it could be. It was past midnight.
When I opened the door I couldn’t believe my eyes.
“Tom?!”,I squealed and threw myself around his neck, pulling his body close to mine, breathing in his scent.
“What are you doing here?! Come in!”,I said and pulled him inside closing the door behind us.
“I missed you so much.”, I sighed and pulled him towards me again and placed my lips against his. It took him some time to kiss me back but when he did I felt my heart lighten. Like a weight was lifted from my shoulders.
He pulled away after a few seconds and stepped back. I was going to say something but he held me off.
“We need to talk.”,he said and his chocked up voice made my body stiffen.
“What is it?”,I said and furrowed my brows worriedly.
He looked up from the floor and I thought my heart stopped when he looked into my eyes. His beautiful brown eyes were red and watery from crying, his lips were trembling and swollen because of the constant biting.
“Tom what happened?”, I said now panick rising in my voice and then it hit me.
“First I want you to know that I still love you with all my heart and I am so, so sorry for what happened. You’re the only one I love, you have to believe me…”
“What happened?”,I interrupted him and formed my hands into fists by my side trying to controll my rising anger. This couldn’t be happening.
“I cheated on you.”
My world stopped spinning. My heart stopped pounding. Everything was awefully silent. It was too loud.
“What did you say?”
“Please, you have to listen to me! I’m begging you. I didn’t mean to…I was anxious and stressed. Frustrated really. I know these aren’t excuses for what I did but…”
“Did you kiss her?”,I interrupted him without listening to him and he held his breath.
“Answer me! Did you?!”,I screamed and he nodded.
“Did-…Did you sleep with her?”
I fucked up. I am so sorry. My words echoed in my head. I am so fucking dumb.
Before I knew what I did I already had smacked him right across his face. My whole body was shivering and it felt like the room was spinning.
A sobb escaped my throat and I pressed my palm against my mouth to stop the rest. I just threw myself at him and kissed him like a fucking moron! My sight got blurry because of the tears in my eyes and finally they escaped. It was a silent cry. One where you know that it has no point. One you know, will destroy you.
I stumbled back slowly and shook my head trying to get rid of the images my mind made up of him being tangled in bed with another.
“Please you need to listen to me. It was a big mistake. You have to believe me. I don’t even know her. It just…happened. I was confused and on edge. I am so sorry. Please forgive me. I need you to…”
“Shut up. Shut up! Shut the fuck up!”, I screamed and pulled at my own hair while shaking my head furiously. And then I went mad. I stormed towards him and started throwing punches and pushed him backwards out of the room while yelling at him.
“Get out! Get the fuck out! I don’t want to see you. Leave!”
I slammed the door shut and slid to the floor balling my eyes out for the love of my life. He did the same thing on the other side of the door.
The alarm in my bedroom went off. It was time to call him.
Title: Close Call Character: Peter Parker Prompt: 61
Peter and you had long since made it a habit to walk home together after school. You lived on different floors in the same apartment complex, and the two of you used it as excuses to be in each other’s company longer.
“Hey, I’m gonna take the train today, you wanna come with?” You tugged off one of your headphones to ask him, but Peter seemed distracted by something else.
“Oh uhm, I’m gonna have to pass today. I have to do a thing,” Peter was already crossing the street away from you before he turned around for a brief moment to give an apologetic smile you had gotten far too used to in the last couple of days. “I’ll call you later though I promise!”
You watched him sprint away before you could even respond. Ever since Peter got his internship with Tony Stark, it became the thing his entire life revolved around.
And at first, you were completely overjoyed and proud of him, he just seemed so happy. But soon after, it felt like Peter wasn’t doing anything if it wasn’t for the internship.
But you’d never tell him how his sudden absence in your life upset you. You couldn’t take something away from him that he cared so deeply for. Instead, you just got the hell on with it.
Fortunately, it was becoming more and more easier to be content with your own company.
Peter quickly ran into an alleyway to pull his spider suit out his bookbag, shedding his school clothes and suiting up in record time. Webbing his bookbag somewhere secure, he then took off to the top of one the buildings to scope out for any trouble.
However, like usual, it was only small things. Peter returned a runaway dog to it’s owner, helped a blind man find his wife whom he lost in a crowd, and stopped another bike theft.
Peter pulled off his mask, sitting on the edge of one of the taller buildings with his legs dangling over. He had gone back to grab his things from the alleyway before resting on the building. He remembered his promise to call you, but just as he was about to grab his phone from his bag, there was a shout from down below.
Peter tossed everything back into the bag and slung it over his shoulders, putting the mask back on he then took off to find the noise.
He was expecting to find something like a theft or some sort disagreement between the city people.
Nothing could have prepared him for what he did find.
There was a few people surrounding a shop that was selling television screens on the front window. Flashing on the screen was a breaking news story about a crash within the metro sysem.
Apparently a train had derailed an hour or so earlier and stations were just getting word of it.
Peter was about take off again but then he remembered that you said you were taking the train home today.
And the train that derailed was the one you always took.
The news station didn’t have word of any casualties yet, but there were more than dozens of injuries among everyone on the train.
Panic finally settling in, Peter sprinted into the closet place he could have privacy and quickly dialed your number. His hands were shaking so much that he kept pressing in the wrong numbers.
He ripped off his mask and started to put his normal things back on while the phone rang.
“Please pick up, please pick up.” Peter quickly murmured as he momentarily took the phone away from his ear to pull on his shirt.
There were a few more rings but then it went to your voicemail and Peter found himself letting out a strangled cry when the same thing happened the other two times he tried to call.
“(Y/n)! I’m heading over to your place now, if you get this before I get there please, please call me!” Peter shoved his phone into his pocket and started running as fast as he could to the apartment complex.
He didn’t even bother with the elevator, your place was on one of the lower floors, so Peter ran straight to the door to the stairs.
By the time Peter got to your door he had worked himself up into a complete nervous wreck as his subconscious thought every worse case scenario for this particular situation.
He probably knocked five times more than he needed to, but his desperation to see your face, to see that you were alive and safe, was blocking most of his common sense.
When the door opened and you looked at him with a puzzled expression, Peter could only stare at while his eyes began to tear up.
“Peter? What’s the matter with you, I tried to-”
You were silenced as Peter tossed his arms
around you and pulled you into what was possibly the most bone crushing hug you’ve ever received.
His arms were wrapped securely around your neck and he had his head tucked into your shoulder while a couple quiet sobs escaped him. “I saw that there…that a train had derailed, and I thought- I thought you might have been on it!”
Now all of his strange behaviors made sense.
Peter used his sleeve to wipe away his tears as he sniffled. “Look, I’m really sorry that I haven’t been around much lately. But, I promise I’ll try to make you more of a priority and I’ll follow you everywhere because I thought you were dead and that was an awful feeling that I don’t want to go through ever again.”
Your hand came up to brush the hair at the back of his neck as you tried to console him. “I’m fine, I promise! After you left I decided that a walk alone would do me some good so I bailed on the train.”
Peter’s hold on you grew tighter as he let out a bitter laugh. “And you never answer your phone, I hate that about you.”
You smiled. “Why don’t you come inside, I can make you something to eat.”
Peter felt you try to move away and he shook his head. “N-No, I just want to hold you for a little bit longer. It still hasn’t sunken in yet.”
You nodded and simply held him back. “You’re such a worry wart, Peter Parker.”
“I don’t care, please don’t ever do that to me again.”
“But I wanna watch a nature documentary! They have one on praying mantis’ today! I bet you didn’t know that the praying mantis can turn its head 180 degrees.” You clicked your tongue, about to reach for the remote before Harry snatched it off the table.
“We’re not watching a nature documentary and I wouldn’t care if a praying mantis could turn its head 360 bloody degrees! I’d like to watch Chopped, thank you very much.” Harry huffed, clicking the ‘on’ button before leaning back against the couch with a satisfied hum. Fighting over what you were going to watch was surprisingly an argument that happened pretty regularly. While you matched up with Harry perfectly in other departments, when it came to TV shows and movies, the two of you were polar opposites. If you wanted to watch SpongeBob, Harry wanted to watch the news. If you wanted to watch a horror movie, Harry wanted to watch a romantic comedy.
“Oh no, you don’t.” You scoffed, marching over to the TV and switching it off. “We watched Chopped yesterday night when we were eating dinner, so it’s my turn to choose what we get to watch. And as a matter of fact, I’m pretty sure there’s no animal out there that can turn its head 360 degrees without breaking blood vessels and tearing their tendons, you silly.”
“Um, ever heard of an owl? Who’s the silly one now?”
“Owls can only turn their head 270 degrees.”
“…You watch too many nature documentaries, you need to take a break.”
“You’re only mad cos I know a bunch of cool animal facts and you don’t!”
“Useless animal facts.”
“Harry, just give me the damn remote and we won’t have a problem!” You snapped, tackling your boyfriend as you tried to pry the remote out of his hands. Harry was on his back, letting out a laugh when your fingers began tickling at his sides.
“Y/N, if you don’ get off of me, you’ll never get the remote back!” Reluctantly, you crawled off of your boyfriend, sitting cross-legged as Harry sat back up with a huff.
“I’ll let you do that thing to me.” And then, there was silence. Harry immediately turned his head to face you, his eyes wide and his lips parting in shock. That thing? You would let him do that thing? He asked you about it once and you rejected him completely, brushing him off before going back to what you were doing in the first place. God, he’d been fantasizing about doing that thing to you.
“You… You would?” Harry breathed out, feeling his heart begin to race when you edged closer, pressing a kiss to his cheek before leaving a trail of them down to his neck. “Like… Like, you would actually…?”
“Mhm…” You hummed, nipping on his skin before letting out a small giggle. “Doesn’t that sound like fun? I’ve been thinking about it and I figure I’d give it a shot.” Harry shivered as he felt your hand slide underneath his shirt, his own hands finding their way to either side of your hips.
“Fuck, c’mere-” Harry was about to pull you onto his lap before you were scrambling away quickly, holding the remote high in the air with a triumphant grin on your face.
“Sike!” You snorted, turning the TV on and switching the channel until your nature documentary appeared. There was no way in hell you were going to sit through another marathon of Chopped. Harry was beyond confused at this point. He was confused, turned on, and now he was a little mad at the fact that a) he wasn’t going to be able to watch Chopped, and b) you were definitely not going to let him do that thing he wanted.
“Wha- You can’ jus’ do tha’ to a man!” Harry grumbled, his brows stitching together before he let out a huff. “You’re a terrible person.”
“Am not!” You giggled lightly, sitting yourself down and setting the remote far, far away from Harry. “If you watch this entire documentary with me I’ll consider doing the thing for real.”
“I’m not falling for that again.”
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HARRY’S GOING ON TOUR BUT HE’S NOT COMING TO WHERE I LIVE
request: Omg can you do a teasing Enoch headcanon? Or a slightly dirty one? You don’t have to if you don’t want to of course but I’m just curious 😂
a/n: this is the storyline/thing i thought of so here it goes ehfjhfgu i hope you like it. i tried to make it dirty or whatever you call it, but idk if it worked ://// and i’m going to sleep now bye :) hope you liek disss
“y/n, do you want to play ball with us?” millard called out. i turned around, my skirt whirling around me along with my hair.
“uh… what kind? like football or…?” i ask.
“yeah, like football.” hugh replied. “i mean, if your skirt won’t bother you.”
i paused. my skirt. i shouldn’t play football while wearing a skirt that only reached a little over my mid thigh. but i’m too lazy to go change. i really want to spend time with my semi-new friends.
ugh, let’s just not care and not jump too much. not like anyone ever pays attention to me wearing skirts. i’ll play.
“yes, sure.” i said after thinking through it. “my skirt absolutely won’t be a bother, don’t worry.”
i walked through the garden with hugh and millard and horace - who was supposedly the judge or something. we divided into two teams, but mine needed one more person. since enoch - my grumpy best friend - didn’t want to, i took bronwyn.
enoch sat under a tree while we played, he said he’d help horace with judging (a/n: lol i hate how this sounds but sfhsjdfhsdjf dying) - i didn’t think there would be needed any help.
we played a few rounds, me and bronwyn won three times while hugh and millard won two times. it was fun, playing with them. hugh cheated a few times, but it didn’t change much in the scores. all the while, i was just being a sore loser at football - i couldn’t play at all, i’m horrible at football.
i fell over, tumbled and there were only two times out of a possible infinity of my skirt flying only slightly up. but luckily, nobody saw that from behind, and we only laughed it off with the others. all except for enoch, who held an even more serious look on his face - if that was possible. he was always deadly serious and annoyed.
“i can’t anymore, sorry boys.” i said, holding my stomach as i tried to catch my breath from all the running and kicking.
“please y/n, just one more round!” millard whined, hugh joining after,
“i really can’t.” i said, shaking my head with a tired smile. “i’m going inside to rest a little.” i spoke and turned around to go to the house. after a few steps, i heard enoch say:
“i’ll come, too.” in a rushed voice. i looked around my shoulder and he was already catching up with me. i looked at him with furrowed eyebrows. “i need to talk to you. in my room. alone.” he said, taking my arm in a slightly firm grip.
“okay…” i said.
with enoch holding my arm, we walked into the house and walked up the stairs to his room, which basically was also mine. for i spent the half of my time in there, with him.
enoch pulled me inside, shut the door and pushed me up against it. “what do you think you were doing back there?” he growled with his face so close to mine i could hear his breath on my nose.
i furrowed my eyebrows at his question. “what?”
enoch did his iconic groan and pushed me harder against the door, earning a soft yelp from me. one of his hand was on my hip. what was happening!!
“playing the game, with your skirt flying around.” enoch said. oh, SHIT! “couldn’t take my eyes off of you. and it felt so annoying to just watch you, knowing there were so many more things i could do.”
“w-what things?” i stuttered. he was really giving me major confusion right now, what was he talking about?! “what do you mean? i don’t understand what’s going.”
he chuckled, looking away. after a short moment, his eyes locked with mine again. “how can you be so clueless about your own behaviour? you were teasing me, y/n. and i do not like that.”
“teasing?” i repeated.
“oh, for bird’s sake.” he rolled his eyes.
“uh… what are you going to do about it?” i asked, ignoring his comment. enoch grinned.
his hand traced up my side, giving me ultimate shivers all over my body. this touch felt so surreal, unknown. nobody had ever held me like this. his eyes were intently watching mine as i was looking back into his orbs, waiting for something to happen.
enoch’s eyes diverted from mine when he lowered his head and slowly put his lips on mine. when our lips met, it felt hungry, lustful, dangerous? was he kissing me? is this what kissing felt like? why was he doing this? we’re best friends!
oh, but it felt so wonderful. it was my first time… doing this, i didn’t even know what to do.
enoch pulled back and looked at me watching him. why did he do that?! that felt so… yes!!!
his eyes held regret and disappointment. oh, no, no.
i put my arms around his neck, hesitantly, and pulled him closer before he could go anywhere.
“c-could you… do that… again, please?” i asked quietly. enoch’s facial expression immediately changed and he grinned. instead of answering, he dove down and connected our lips again.
bliss, utter bliss.
i would have never imagined us kissing, but this - i bet - was better than any fantasy.
i gained my courage and finally kissed him back. he smiled into the kiss and pulled me closer by my hips. and then his hand slipped down to my bum, giving it a light squeeze, as if not to scare me off or something. i gasped and it gave the perfect opportunity for him to kiss me deeper - and with tongue.
wow. where did he learn this? how was enoch such a professional? maybe he wasn’t a professional, but to me he absolutely seemed like one.
his lips then disconnected with mine, making a whine come past my lips. but he moved down to my neck to pepper that with kisses. his lips were looking for something and after a few seconds i think he found it. he kissed a spot on my neck and that made me shiver and release a small whine that sounded a little like something else.
“have you any idea what you’re doing to me?” enoch groggily said, looking me into the eyes. i smiled.
what was he doing to me? he was making me feel every type of way, my my…
“can you show me?” i suggested. enoch’s face did an emotional flip and he nodded. his lips then kissed mine again and i kissed back, showing him i felt what he did, whatever it was.
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@droidcore yannic!! ilysm honestly ur like the sweetest ever and youre my lil dragon child and i love you because you got me into flight rising and your dragons are just awesome and you really make me feel like im wanted!! which is rare because i always feel like whenever im talking to somebody that they dont really want to talk to me but!! you make me feel like im wanted and i love you so much for that!!
@thedreamtwats ronan my child its been a while since we’ve spoken but you always mean a lot to me and i always love hearing your stories about your life and just how wild it is because it brings some joy to my life and i love u so much honestly youre just incredible
@extrajostensquad guys!! plexiglass fuckers anonymous!! my dudes!! youre honestly like the greatest collection of people ever and the fact that we’re the Fandom Police and that youre basically the only people left in this fandom that i trust im so glad that i got to know all of you! youre all so incredible and you make me feel so welcome like i never have been in a group chat before and its like so fun just to talk to you all and be salty about everything!! we all need to take photos in our fandom police jackets soon so we can literally be squad goals in every single way!! you were all there for me when that thing was going on with my mother and im so glad for that because it really helped to calm me down and i cant thank you enough for that. you all mean so much to me, honestly, im so so so glad that i met and spoke to you all, it’s so incredible!
mutuals are italicised and there’s no favourites because youre all my favourites!!
Another night at the club. Kai has been visiting the same club over and over again, sometimes alone, sometimes with Damon and the rest of the crew, but every night was the same. Coming to the club, drinking until he couldn’t think and then going back home, torturing himself with his own thoughts until he finally managed to fall asleep. Of all the girls that Damon offered Kai to meet them, he rejected almost every single one of them. The ones he agreed to meet, he left alone eventually. He didn’t care about anyone else because you were the only person he cared about and he let you go, which makes it the biggest mistake in his entire life. He thought he wasn’t worth it and as much as you tried to convince him that he was, he didn’t listen.
He twirled his fingers around the glass filled with bourbon placed in front of him and his gaze focused on the brown transparent liquid, the light above his head shining down onto his drink.
‘Dude, come and join us! Unless you’re too wasted to do anything right now.’ Damon yelled, trying to overcome the loud music blasting in the club. Kai shook his head and pointed at his glass, smiling for a split second before his face expression went serious again. He was left alone again and for some reason, he looked up and there he saw you, standing with your friends, wearing the dress that he liked the most on you, the one that made you look like his queen and kissed every part of your body perfectly. His face lit up instantly, a big smile illuminating on his face. After two years, his heart still skipped a beat just as the first time he met you. Seeing you had only reminded him what a fool he has been for breaking up with you. To him, you were the most beautiful girl in the world and when you and him were together, he made sure that you knew that. He couldn’t take his eyes off you and has been gathering the courage to approach you, tell you how sorry he was, but when he stood up off the stool, ready to approach you, a guy appeared right beside you, his arm wrapping around your waist and not even a second later, his lips locked with yours. Smile disappeared from Kai’s face, his heart aching from the sight of another man being able to do what he wanted. He ran his fingers furiously through his hair and threw the money on a black bar before he stormed out of the club and back home.
He was sitting in the dark room, curtains closed. The only light in the room was a small lamp, its lightbulb flickering. A glass was resting casually in his hand while his other hand rested under his chin, his thumb brushing his bottom lip. A scene of a different guy having you in his arms felt like torture to him and he couldn’t stop thinking about that or how beautiful you looked everytime you laughed, your dimples becoming more visible or the way you flipped or tucked your hair behind your ear. He drank everything he had in his glass and tapped his fingers on the mahagony table, thinking if it’s the right thing to do, but it didn’t take him too reach out his hand, pick up his laptop as he opened an email and started writing.
Black heels laying on the bedroom floor, scattered, while the dress was placed neatly on the chair next to your closet. Dimmed light in the bathroom was enough for you, not causing you any headaches, a couple of drinks you had at the club haven’t helped at all either. You wiped your mouth with a towel when you heard a beeping sound on your computer. You peeked from the bathroom, rushing to your laptop as you opened it, new email waiting for you right there. Your eyes went wide as you gasped when you saw who was it from. Malachai Parker. Hesitation took over your body, but somehow, you couldn’t stop yourself from opening it. You swallowed hard and started reading it.
‘Why do you have to be so fucking perfect? I- I saw you tonight. With that guy. I can’t tell you how fucking mad I am. That was supposed to be me, there next to you. I love you and I will always love you. Maybe it’s the alcohol talking, but I love you. It was nice seeing how you became such an independent woman and how after two years, I still have feelings for you. I can’t stop myself from thinking about you and I’ll do anything to get you back. - Kai’
Fuck. That was the first thing that popped into your head. You had been thinking about Kai a lot as well. He was your first true love and he was your first in everything. Years you have spent with him were completely magical and it showed you what being in love meant and how can you love someone so much it makes your heart ache. He was your whole world, but for some reason he decided to end it all. You wiped away a single tear that rolled down your cheek, pulling yourself together.
One, don’t pick up the phone You know he’s only calling 'cause he’s drunk and alone
You jumped at the sound of your phone ringing. The number was familiar and it only made your body shake, but at the same time, you wanted to answer it. You swallowed hard when you figured out who it was and just when you wanted to pick up, your phone stopped ringing but after a few moments, you heard a knock on your front doors. You slowly walked towards the front doors and opened them, only to be faced with your ex lover, looking wasted and with a bottle in his hand.
'Kai? What are you doing here?’ You whispered and hid your body behind the doors, your head the only thing visible to Kai.
'Well, you weren’t answering my calls or my email so I decided to visit you. Can I come in?’ He asked, leaning on the door frame, his breath reeking of alcohol.
Two, don’t let him in You’ll have to kick him out again
'I don’t think that’s a good idea. I-’
'Please. I- I really need to talk to you. Please, I won’t do anything stupid.’
You hesitated at first, but you had to let him in. It’s not like anything would have happened besides a decent conversation. He plopped himself on the couch, his gaze following your every movement. You sat down next to him and cleared your throat, unsure as to how to start a conversation with him after so long.
'You can’t even look at me, can you?’ His voice cracked as you could hear pain in his voice. He brought the bottle close to his lips, ready to empty it right there. You stopped him and took the bottle from his hands, placing it on the coffee table in front of you. You lifted your head up and locked your eyes with his, earning a small smile from him.
'Of course I can. Why wouldn’t I? No matter how our relationship ended, you are still the only man I have ever loved in my life, but-’
'But not anymore. Got it. Look-’ he cupped your face and came closer, your nose almost touching. You furrowed your brows at his actions, but refused to push him away. Having him so close to your body after a long time felt so calming and so familiar, his hands as warm as you remembered. 'I will never forgive myself for hurting you. I- I was a jerk who couldn’t see farther from his own nose and I hate myself because of it, but you- I need you. You’re mine and I can’t- I can’t just let you go.’ He pressed his forehead on yours and after a few moments, he kissed you deeply, your lips in sync with his just as before. It felt so good to kiss him, his tongue massaging yours so beautifully. It made your heart skip a beat and shivers run down your spine. You were returning the kiss, but not for long as it hit you.
Three, don’t be his friend You know you’re gonna wake up in his bed in the morning And if you’re under him, you ain’t getting over him
'Kai.’ You pushed him away, his eyes staring deeply into yours. 'I have a boyfriend. I- I can’t do this, I shouldn’t be doing this!’ You stated and got up as you ran your fingers through your hair, paving around the living room. 'You need to go.’
'Why?’ He asked so innocently, looking like a small child.
'Because- isn’t it obvious? I can’t control myself when I’m around you.’
I keep pushin’ forwards, but he keeps pullin’ me backwards Now I’m standing back from it, I finally see the pattern But my love, he doesn’t love me, so I tell myself, I tell myself
'That’s what I wanted to hear.’ He muttered and swiftly got up, alcohol that was running through his body making him trip over his own feet but it didn’t stop him from reaching your body, pushing you against the front door as he placed his knee between your legs, his warm breath washing over your face. You moaned out when you felt his hips pushing forward, locking your body firmly with his, unable to move. Your knees felt like jello and you were dying to kiss him, to feel him again, to memorize every part of his body one more time. He cupped your face with his both hands and smashed his lips with yours, kissing you like his life depended on it. From the moment he kissed you, you knew you wouldn’t be able to resist him but small amount of particles in your body kept pushing you away from him. You pulled away and locked your eyes with his blue ones, showing him a sympathetic look. He sighed deeply and looked down at his feet as he stepped back and shoved his hands into his pockets.
'I understand. Don’t worry, I- I won’t bother you anymore.’ He reached behind you, ready to grab the door knob and let himself out when you grabbed his arm, not wanting him to leave.
'Kai. Please stay with me tonight.’ You whispered, your voice barely audible as if you were scared that he would reject you.
'You don’t have to ask twice.’ A smile flashed on his face, somehow the tension in his shoulders leaving. You intertwined your fingers with his and led him straight to your bedroom and not too far away, you both stepped into the dark room, only moonlight shining through the window and illuminating the dark room. You looked at him and smiled before you laid down under the covers, Kai following you, but before he did, he took his shirt off and his jeans. You swallowed at the sight of seeing him shirtless again, his toned torso completely exposed to your eyes. He climbed onto your bed and covered himself up, his strong arms wrapping around your body and after a long time, you finally felt as if you were home.
'Thanks for staying with me.’ You whispered.
'I’ll always be here if you need me.’ He muttered and kissed your forehead gently as you both drifted off to sleep just like you used to.
One, don’t pick up the phone You know he’s only calling 'cause he’s drunk and alone Two, don’t let him in You’ll have to kick him out again Three, don’t be his friend You know you’re gonna wake up in his bed in the morning And if you’re under him, you ain’t getting over him
Your eyes fluttered open, sun shining through the window as you looked around the room and finally your eyes landed on the one person you have been longing for. You turned around to your side and propped yourself up to get a better look. Kai was facing you, his eyes still closed. He looked so peaceful when he was asleep. He looked so vulnerable and beautiful at the same. You couldn’t stop staring at him and the way a single ray of sunshine shone down on his face. You ran your fingers through his hair softly, remembering how soft his hair felt under your fingertips. You smiled and at that time, your eyes fell down to his lips, admiring how full and pink they looked and you couldn’t stop yourself as you pressed your lips on his. You suddenly felt him returning the kiss as his hands cupped your face and started kissing you deeply and passionately. He pulled away and tucked a lock of hair behind your ear, admiring you.
'You’re just as beautiful as I remember.’ He traced his thumb over your bottom lip, making you close your eyes. His hands found their way to your thighs, lifting you up and placing your right on his crotch, your knees on each side of his body. He caressed your thighs with his hands and stopping on your ass, pushing your hips down even more, earning a quiet moan from you when you felt his lenght underneath you even more. 'I would do anything to make you mine just one more time.’ He trailed off, desperation in his voice. Your started grinding your hips in slow figure eights, Kai’s hands squeezing your waist tightly and pressing you down, following your movements. You didn’t say anything or nod, you only leaned in and kissed his lips passionately, your hips grinding at the same pace, a moan leaving Kai’s body. He reached behind you and tugged at your shirt as he pushed his hands under it, his hands caressing your back before he lifted it up and took your shirt off, throwing it down on the floor.
'I love it when you’re not wearing anything under your shirt.’ He brought his lips closer to your chest and planted dozens of kisses around your breasts before he pinched your nipples, feeling them getting harder under his touch. You threw your head back, your hips grinding on Kai’s crotch faster. 'I can’t wait to be inside you.’ He grabbed your panties and ripped them in two pieces as he traced his fingers through your folds. You moaned out quietly and jolted your hips forward, pushing them against Kai’s hand. You grabbed his hand and roughly pressed his fingers on your clit, circling them around in figure eights. He pushed your hands away, holding them behind your back with his one hand while he kept making circle motions on your clit, picking up his pace gradually. You threw your head back and moaned out loudly, Kai’s lips pressing on your nipple as he started twisting it with his tongue, grazing his teeth against it.
’Malachai.’ You moaned out his name as you felt his mouth pulling away from your body and his fingers stopped moving. You swiftly opened your eyes and looked at him, his eyes wide and his breathing turned shallow and fast.
'What?’ You asked befuddledly.
'You know what that does to me.’ He whispered and picked you up with ease and threw you down on the bed. You did know it, but when his full name slipped out, you haven’t thought about it much. Kai always loved when you said his full name during sex. It was a big turn on for him for some reason. He grinded his clothed crotch on your exposed heat, his hard lenght brushing against your clit perfectly.
'Kai, please.’ You begged him, feeling weak and too frustrated. You needed him more than anything, craving for him as your mind went blank, the only thing inside your mind and in front of you was him. He pushed his boxers down his legs, kicking them off on the floor. He pushed your legs further apart, his gaze falling down to your clit. You propped yourself up on your elbows, looking directly at his manhood. You bit your lip at the sight of his hard lenght, just as you remembered. He grabbed his thick shaft with his hand and pumped a couple of times, his pre-cum visible on his tip. He came closer and lifted your hips up, your back now off the bed. He placed his tip between your folds and started circling it around before pressing it on your clit.
'So wet. And all mine.’ He pushed in quickly, filling you up to the hilt. You almost screamed out, his thick shaft streching you out so perfectly. You arched your back and grabbed onto his shoulders, diging your nails into his skin.
'I’ve missed you so much!’ Kai moaned out and placed his head in the crook of your neck, placing a gentle kiss on your collar bone. He slowly withdrew himself and then went back in at the same pace when he first entered you. You could feel his every inch slowly leaving your body and then filling you up again, your walls wrapped tightly around him. His every thrust felt so good but at the same time it felt like torture. His thrusts were rough ad fast, hitting your spot every time as you felt yourself getting closer to your orgasm and Kai knew it when you started clenching around him more frequently as seconds passed.
'Oh fuck!’ You screamed out and felt your body shaking, your orgasm tearing through your body as you grabbed onto the bed sheets tightly, your knuckles turning white. You got down from your high but Kai had no intentions of stopping. He grabbed onto the headboard behind you with both of his hands, thrusting so fast into you that your breath hitched everytime he hit your spot. Suddenly, he pulled out and flipped you over, pressing you harshly down on his hips. You wanted to move but he kept your hips in place with his hands as he started thrusting from underneath you, his length going as deep as possible, your arousal dripping down his shaft and on the bed, his thick shaft sliding easily in and out of you. You bit your lip so hard that it almost started bleeding, trying to suppress your screams but with Kai’s sudden rough thrust, a loud scream escaped your mouth.
'That’s right. Don’t hold back your screams. I love it when you scream my name.’ He groaned out, his hips meeting yours perfectly, an orgasm slowly but so sweetly approaching. You placed your hands on his chest for support and reached down to your clit, rubbing rough circles on your clit as the familiar feeling in the pit of your stomach took over your body one more time. Your limbs went numb and you felt tired, but you knew Kai was far from being done with you. He flipped you over again and climbed on top of you, entering you again swiftly.
'I forgot how good you feel wrapped so nicely around me.’ He whispered in your ear and hooked your leg onto his hip and grabbed the headboard again. 'Fuck.’ Your walls unintentionally clenched around him, triggering his release as he came inside you in a few hot spurts, his grip on the heaboard had gotten so strong that the wood snapped under his grip. He rode out his orgasm and quickly pulled out, his hands lifting you up and placing you on his face, his tongue flickering on your clit, getting your closer and closer to your third orgasm. A small tear rolled down your cheek when you felt yourself coming, your body uncontrollably shaking. You collapsed on the bed, unable to move. Panting was the only sound echoing through the room at that moment, sweat beads visible on your foreheads. Kai looked at you and saw another tear rolling down your cheek.
'Hey.’ He placed a finger on your chin, turning your head to face him. 'Did I hurt you?’ You shook your head and wiped away your tears with the back of your hand.
'You regret this?’ He asked but you shook your head again. You pulled yourself up and locked your lips with his shortly before you wrapped your arms around his body, your head resting on his chest, listening to his heartbeat.
'Just stay with me. Don’t go.’ You whispered and closed your eyes, Kai’s fingers gently drawing invisible patterns on your bare back.
I never thought I would write a imagine about Monty, but oh my god I’m obsessed
with him lately, we all know how attractive it is a redeemable bad boy, I’ve
lived this with Reggie already lol.
this imagine it’s a little sad (?) at first I wanted to write one based on
Sorry by Halsey, but it turned out being this, truth is that you end up showing
your mood when your writing and obviously I wasn’t in my happiest mood writing this
one, but now I am feeling a lot better and I want to write one really fluffy
and flirty and happiness everywhere so stay tuned.
you like this one xx
Warnings: Mention of sexual assault and english is not my first language.
had been a week since I ended my relationship with Monty and since that moment
I had been receiving messages and calls, which I didn’t answer, he tried to
talk with me every day in the halls or at lunch, but I had avoid him perfectly.
understood why he felt the need of talking with me, because for him it didn’t
make sense that what we had would had ended, our relationship worked so good,
we were the image of balance you need between two people in order to make
something work. I heard people talk when I passed next to them, how the wonder
why we had broken up.
truth was that I was broken inside, but I was the best when it came to pretend
a complete different feeling outside that what I was feeling inside, for
example right now in the inside my heart was completely shattered and even more
when I saw Monty and his attempts of talking with me, but in the outside I made
it look like if I didn’t care about him, like if I didn’t even know him.
thought that he would end up giving up and he would move on with his life, but
day after day he kept coming to me, he didn’t want to forget about us.
was a day in particular that I found really hard, Monty’s birthday. That day
everyone wished him happy birthday in the halls, someone even invited me to the
party they were throwing for him at Bryce’s, I obviously wouldn’t go.
I opened my locker I saw his present, I had bought it a month ago because there
were a couple of tickets for an important baseball game and I knew how much he
wanted to go and his mother didn’t let him buy the ticket because he got a bad
grade, but I knew he wold end up passing that subject and that’s why I bought
them, but now they were useless.
had them in my hand, but I didn’t put them out of my locker so that way no one
would see them. That was the first day I felt I could end up crying in front of
everyone in that hall, but the sound of a locker closing next to me brought me
back to reality and I left the tickets, closing my locker like if there were a
leaned my back against the cold metal and I looked at the people around me
until my eyes met with his for a few seconds, making him start coming in my
“(Y/N) wait please!”
he exclaimed when I started to walk away from him.
“Happy birthday Monty!” I
looked behind for a second to see how one of the cheerleaders had stopped him
to talk to him, even though he kept looking at me.
locked myself in one of the cubicles in the bathroom, I had to go to my next
class, but I didn’t think I could make it; I needed to take a break.
hands were shaking, which made me even more nervous, so I crossed my arms in
front of me, trying to make them stop. I repeated over and over again that
everything would be fine; that I had made the right decision even thought it
my back on one of the cubicle walls and I slid until I was sitting on the
floor, I hugged my legs against my chest and when I heard the bell rang that’s
when I burst into tears.
made myself stop when I heard the bathroom door opening, I even hold my breath
to make it look like I wasn’t there, but they had heard me.
“I know there’s someone there” I
heard a familiar voice say “I didn’t
mean to bother you, but if you need help… I won’t judge” then I recognized
the voice, it was my loved friend Hannah.
“It’s me…” I
sniffed not moving from my position “(Y/N)”
appeared for a few seconds before I saw under the door how Hannah had sat on
the other side.
“Do you want to talk about it?”
she knew everything I was going through and all my thoughts, sometimes I
wondered if she knew me better than I know myself.
“No” my voice
cracked in that moment, showing that I was worse than I expected “I don’t know…”
“I know I’ve said this before… but I
think you should do something about it and you should definitely talk to Monty
and hear what he has to say about it”
appeared again, this time longer than before. I knew Hannah was right, but if I
talked about it I feel like the pain wouldn’t stop and if I talk to Monty I
didn’t know how that conversation could end up.
opened the cubicle door and Hannah stood up quickly, wrapping her arms around
me instead of say or ask something else, I hugged her back until I felt I had
my strength back.
spent the rest of the hour with her, talking about the possible scenarios I
could find when I talk with Monty, even though I don’t think anything could
prepare me for what I would find.
the bell rang again when left the bathroom and Hannah went to her next class,
wishing me luck, and I walked to the classroom where I knew I would find Monty.
was talking to Zach when they exited the class and when I saw him my heart
skipped a beat and my body froze, I was close to turn around and leave, run
away as fast as I could, but I saw Zack warning Monty of my presence and when
he looked at me he stopped talking.
started walking in my direction; I guess he thought I’d try to run from him,
because I saw his surprised expression when he noticed I didn’t move, looking
at him all the time.
“Ca-can we talk?”
he sounded almost confused.
just nodded while I bit my lip, so hard that in any moment I could start
tasting the blood.
walked in silence to the gym, which was empty. I drop my bag on the floor next
to the bleachers and I turned in his direction.
“I’m sorry, okay? I don’t know what
I’ve done wrong, but I’m sorry, please forgive me” He said
walking towards me and taking my hands in his.
looked at our hands and then at him again. People weren’t use to see this side
of Monty, how he needed another person and he would do anything to keep someone
by his side, even though he hadn’t to act like the asshole everyone thinks he is.
put my hands away from him and I saw in his eyes how much that hurt him “You haven’t done anything wrong Monty” I
said with a weak smile “You are the
perfect boyfriend, every girl would be lucky to have you”
didn’t know if his expression was more confused or surprised by my words.
“But then… why? Why did you break
up?” that was the hard part of this conversation.
sighed heavily looking at my hands, I couldn’t stop playing with them “You deserve someone better Monty and-“
“What? What do you mean with someone
better?” he said cutting me “I want you (Y/N), I deserve you” he cupped my face with his hands
to make me look him in the eyes.
“You don’t get it… I… I can’t give
you what you need” I put my hands on his, moving them
away from me “I’m sorry Mont, sorry that I can’t believe that anybody ever
really starts to fall in love with me, it is not your fault, I’m a mess and
I’m never going to change, I’m sorry if I’ve hurt you because that’s the last
thing I wanted to do…”
stared at each other in silence, I was trying to keep my façade and not start
crying and I really think he was feeling the same way because he started biting
his lip, something he only does when he’s feeling vulnerable.
“I don’t know what’s going on”
he said in a calm tone “But (Y/N), I
love you, I am in love with you” he got closer to me if that was even
possible “Please tell me what’s
happening, let me help you. I’ve tried to ignore it because I know you don’t
like to talk about your problems, but this is enough” he put one of his
hands in my cheek and that gesture and his words were what he needed to break
me and let the tears fall fast through my cheeks.
a second thought he brought me towards him and he hugged me, rubbing my hair
slowly and kissing my temple. I wrapped my arms around his waist tightly, like
if something was going to try to take him away from me.
seemed like if we stayed like that for an eternity and I was okay with that,
because being between his arms was my favourite place to be.
“I didn’t want to…” I
cried griping his shirt “I didn’t want
to…” I repeated closing my eyes tightly.
made some space between us to be able to look at me and when I opened my eyes
to see him I noticed how worried he was.
“(Y/N) what’s going on?” I
closed my eyes again and I tighten my lips together trying to find the right
way to say what I had to say.
“Something happened to me…” I
opened my eyes to see his face when he heard my words through my shaky voice “in that party we went two weeks ago…”
my tears started to fall faster and my voice was cracking with every word.
“Wh-what do you mean? What happened?” I
could hear how fast his heart was beating in that moment, even faster than mine.
“I drank too much… an-and I went to
one of the rooms to rest” I sobbed “someone entered the room… I thought it was you when I felt kisses in
my neck” I bit my lip trying to stay as calm as I could “but when I opened my eyes it wasn’t you…”
I cried even more than before because of the memory.
felt his body tense under my hands and how much he was trying to keep himself
“I-I tried to push him away… but I
couldn’t” he wrapped his arms around me again and I cried with
my face hidden in his neck “I was so
scared….” I whispered “I tried to
scream… fight… and I couldn’t”
“Who did it?” he
asked in a cold tone after a few minutes in silence.
didn’t say anything so he made me look at him and he repeated the question.
“I know what you’ll do if I tell you
who did it” I said wiping my tears.
“Of course you know it! I’m going to
do what that son of a bitch deserves!” he exclaimed
finally losing it “Why didn’t you tell
me anything? You should have come to me first” he add softening his voice
and trying to make me look him in the eyes.
“Because I still can’t believe this
has happened” I answered looking at him and starting my crying
he said quickly cupping my face with his hands and kissing my forehead “I’m sorry” he said once again “fuck this is so frustrating” he whispered
before making me look at him “but you’re
going to be okay, I promise” now he seemed to feel guilty and that made me
feel even worse “I’m going to be by your
side through everything and that asshole it’s going to pay” I shacked my
head when I realized what he meant.
“I’m not going to do anything” I
said it so weakly that I almost couldn’t hear me, but I know he heard me
because of how he reacted.
“You can’t let this go away so easily
babe” he tried to sound as calm as he could “You can’t let him go away with what he’s
“I can’t do this Monty… I know what’s
going to happen if everyone knows about what happened, one way or another
people will look at me and talk about me; it’s his word against mine”
“If someone dares to say something
about you I’ll make sure they don’t see the sun again” I
couldn’t help but smile weakly, even though I wouldn’t let him do anything to
anyone it was a relief knowing that I could count on him and that he was by my
side no matter what.
“I love you” I
said out of nowhere, getting what I wanted, which was see him smile “I just thought you would be better without
me after what happened, because I don’t know if I will be the same again” I
said looking at him through my glassy eyes.
“There’s nothing you can do that makes
me stop loving you” he said caressing my cheeks with his
put my hands on his and I closed my eyes, enjoying the touch of his skin
“You have to promise me that you won’t
do anything if I tell you who did this” I said after
a long silence.
want to say his name out loud because it was something pretty painful, but I
think Monty deserved to know.
“I… I promise you”
he said not very sure
opened my eyes, I knew he would be furious no matter the name I said, but I
knew even better that when he heard who did this he probably would lose it, but
I had to do it “It was Bryce…” I
said feeling a lump on my throat.
felt his hands tense and I could see how he clenched his jaw; he had to sigh
deep a couple of times to control his berating.
slide my hands through his forearms, making him come back to this moment and
not think about all the possible scenarios where he killed Bryce. There was a
mix of rage and helplessness in his eyes, something I hadn’t seen before.
“I’m so sorry for doing this to you,
I’m sorry for ruining your birthday” I said with
a shaky voice.
“You haven’t ruined anything”
he said calmly “You haven’t done
anything wrong, do you hear me? So stop apologizing” he added kissing my
gave him my best smile thanking him his words “Can we leave?” I asked in a whisper.
nodded before kissing my lips carefully and wrapping his arm around my
shoulders. He grabbed my bag and we left for the rest of the day.
that day I didn’t go to school for a few days, the same way I didn’t go the
week after the party, it was like coming back to that again.
came to my house after classes and he stayed until I fell sleep at night, but
that day he didn’t showed up at his usual hour, I decided to wait in case
something came up and he was coming late, but after an hour I called him, not
getting an answer and then I started to get worried.
went to his house to look for him, I saw his jeep on the entrance and that
calmed me a little bit because at least I knew where he was, but when I knock
at the door and nothing happened I started to get worried again. I took the
emergency key, which I obviously knew where it was and I got in like if I were
at my own house.
“Monty?” the house
was in complete silence.
went upstairs to his room and then I heard his voice, in his bathroom, I heard
how he was swearing and letting some groans scape his lips.
“Monty?” I asked
knocking at the door.
suddenly stopped hearing him and after a few seconds he unlocked the door, I
waited for him to open it, but when he didn’t I pushed it open and then I saw
him, he had a black eye and cuts in his nose, cheek and lips.
eyes were wide open by that moment and I went to him quickly, taking his face
between my hands carefully.
“What happened?” I
didn’t get an answer, just the look he gave me every time he does something he
know I don’t approve and then I knew it, I knew what he had done so I put my
hands away from him.
“I had to do it, I promise you I’ve
tried to control it all this time, but today I couldn’t help it anymore” I
noticed how his voice was about to crack “I
couldn’t do like anything happened after what he did and I wasn’t there to stop
it” and then it hit me, he felt more gilt than all the rage he could hold
against Bryce and getting in a fight with him was a way to try to release all
“Look at me” I
said putting my hands on his neck “there’s
nothing you could’ve done, you can’t blame yourself for this”
“I should have been with you and
nothing would have happened” he said with tears in his eyes.
wrapped my arms around his neck and brought him closer to me, trying to comfort
him “stop it Mont, it’s not your fault”
I felt his arms around my waist and how his body relaxed under our touch.
didn’t know how I would get over this or if I could be the same again, stop
feeling this fear that something is about to happen all the time or the feeling
that I’m hopeless, but if I knew something for sure was that if I had Monty by
my side I would be fine and we’d get over this together.
Request: Can I request an imagine where Juice starts dating the reader and he takes her to his place and she freaks out half way in a makeout session because she thinks that sex is all guys ever want from her and he learns that her last relationship ended with the guy leaving her right after she slept with him. So Juice reassures her that they don’t need to have sex, that he’s crazy for her no matter what.
Word count: 731
Your relationship with Juice had only been going strong for a good three months now and you felt more connected and close to him than any other man you’d ever dated. Somehow, you’d become attached and in the beginning, you’d made yourself promise this wouldn’t happen. But here you were, sat on his couch with your lips interlocked and hands pulling at clothing.
In a previous relationship, you’d only been with the guy for almost two months and things got serious quick. One kiss led to another and that led to the two of you tangled in sheets for hours together. Of course, he left the moment he’d finished, not even kissing you goodbye. He’d claimed he had to leave, that he had business to take care of.
That excuse was fine and dandy until you tried calling him the next day and it went straight to voicemail. You’d waited hours, tried again then took to stop by his place. All of his things were gone and a ‘For Sale’ sign was posted in the front yard. Stopping by his work proved to make matters worse when you were told he’d quit the day before and was now gone, in the wind with no trace to him. After two days of his calls going straight to voicemail, the operator began telling you the line had been disconnected.
The promise to never get attached came with the fear that your previous relationship brought you but Juice was different. You knew he wouldn’t leave you but deep down you couldn’t be a hundred percent for sure.
Kiss after kiss, your mind began wandering and you saw this escalating to sex and saw Juice leaving you just like the last had. Your heart began racing in your chest, having to pull back from the kiss to catch your breath. Juice simply moved his lips from yours and to your neck, trailing wet, warm kisses over your neck and pulling your hips closer to his own.
Your initial reaction was to push his hands away roughly, pushing yourself up and taking as many steps back as you could until you could properly breathe. Juice was more than utterly confused, looking at you with furrowed brows though he keeps quiet until your breaths are normal and you’re not breathing loudly anymore.
“Babe? What’s wrong?” He asks but you just shake your head, holding a hand up to him. You couldn’t find a way to sanely explain to him that you couldn’t lose him. He patiently waits for you to address him, his lips pursed as he watches you collect yourself.
With a deep breath, you try to calmly explain to him what the hell is going on. “This- This is going to sound very weird and very off but I can’t lose you, Juice. I just- I can’t lose you, okay?” You tell him and the confusion on Juice’s face only grows, your head tilting back a little.
“Baby, you’re not going to lose me. Why would you lose me?” Juice asks, pushing himself up to stand. He felt he had to at least be eye level with you, to look into your eyes completely, understand on a deeper level what you were going through.
“The last guy I was with, he left after we slept together and I haven’t seen or heard from him since. I just don’t want to lose you like that, alright? It’s stupid but I’m serious, I’m scared of losing you like that.” You tell him, your hands shaking as you pick at your shirt.
Juice stops for a moment, watching you closely before he steps closer to you, his hands grabbing yours and intertwining your fingers. “You’re never going to lose me, especially not after sex. I can promise you that.” He starts, pulling you into his chest and kissing his forehead. “But I don’t want you feeling like you have to give yourself to me because you do not. Take your time and let it happen when you want it to.”
The warmth and reassurance that floods your chest has you smiling and leaning into his chest immediately, face burying into his shoulder as you nod. “Thank you so much, Juice. Really, thank you.” You tell him and he just grins, fingers rubbing up and down your back gently.
“Don’t worry about it, you’re stuck with me until you don’t want me.”
Pairing: Gabriel x Reader (there are also some ass hole kids)
Word Count: 1,797
Warnings: high school (most of us have been there- or are there lol), fluffish
A/N: The new series is here! This first part is quite long, but I’m confident you guys will LOVE it! Feedback is welcomed and appreciated! I’m not sure how long this series will be. I’ll see where it takes me. You’re also welcome to suggest where you’d like to see this story go!
Another town, another high school. You couldn’t remember how many schools you had gone through already this year. Two, maybe three? It was hard to keep track when you never had the chance to fully unpack any of the boxes in your room. Your mother was a real estate agent. She went where the biggest opportunities were, and those opportunities presented themselves fairly often. She was good at what she did and the company that she worked for knew she didn’t mind traveling.
You were now attending a new high school in Lebanon, Kansas. You moved so many times last year that you had to be held back. You were going to be the oldest person in your senior class. Most people assumed that you weren’t intelligent enough to graduate, but that was the exact opposite. You educated yourself most of the time, reading as many books as you could. Your favorite kind of books were about space and history.
You opened a book as you grabbed the paper bag that carried your lunch. You were currently reading a book on psychology. You took a bite out of your sandwich as you read about the frontal lobe and how it controls impulse control, judgements, language, memory, motor function, problem solving, sexual behavior, socialization, and spontaneity. It was an interesting read. The psychology of the brain was fascinating to you.
Imagine your niece practicing her makeup skills on Chris.
A/N: I’m not on hiatus, per se. I’m just tired, so I haven’t been writing.
You could hear your niece giggling from your home office, where you sat reviewing a list from your agent of all the different roles you’d been offered. Movies, television shows, even a documentary. A few were requests from casting directors, asking if you’d like to come in and audition for the part. But a large number were confirmed roles- leading roles, from the directors themselves; no audition required. It was interesting how a little time, a whole lot of experience, and a few awards changed your situation. You were considered a veteran of the Hollywood industry now, privy to all the leads and connections needed to succeed. The fact you could get a role without auditioning would’ve seemed absurd to your sixteen year old self, yet here you were- twenty-eight years old- with more than one leading role where you didn’t have to. It was a stark difference. You remembered having to beg for five minutes of their time, and now it was the opposite.
As empowered and elated as that made you feel, you were still as grounded as when you started out. Your best friend turned husband, Chris Evans, never allowed you to stray too far off the ground. In return, you offered him the same service. Together, you alleviated the disadvantages and troubles that came with your levels of fame. There had to be a constant reminder that fame wasn’t everything to keep the both of you unaffected, to prepare the both of you for the eventual step down from the pedestal Hollywood had placed the power couple: Chris Evans and Y/N Y/L/N. It was an inevitable move, an idea that had been perpetual since the two of you met. It may not have been time to call “checkmate” and win the game by retiring so you could focus on starting and raising a family, but the end game was in sight. And it would increase in its clarity whenever you had to babysit, be it your brother’s child or Chris’ sister’s children.
It was more often than not your brother’s five year old, Skye, seeing as you were living in Los Angeles and Carly lived in Boston. But it was also because both your brother and sister-in-law’s schedules were more hectic than yours and Chris’, which was saying a lot. One was a physicist, and the other an engineer; they’d been working on something confidential for the last four months that practically had them living in their laboratory. They were fortunate you were both on a break and half an hour away, otherwise they were either going to have to leave Skye at a daycare- which she hated, or have your parents babysit- which was difficult as that meant they were going to have to drive two and a half hours, back and forth, and back and forth. That was a total of ten hours that they couldn’t afford to lose, especially when the weekends were the only time they didn’t have to share the equipment with other staff members in their facility.
“Aunt Y/N.” You spun your office chair towards the door when you heard Skye’s voice; she stood in the doorway with Dodger by her side. You narrowed your eyes at her with a curious smile when you saw an eyeshadow brush in her hand. She had no makeup on her face and Dodger was as clean as you’d seen him after Chris gave him his shower yesterday, which meant only one thing. “Do you have any blue eyeshadow? ‘Cause Mommy doesn’t, I searched her whole bag.”
“Yeah,” you tried not to laugh as you got to your feet, holding out your hand for her to take. She looked up at you, grinning happily. “Where’s Uncle Chris?” You asked her as you took her down the hall to the master bedroom with Dodger following behind the two of you.
“In the living room,” she giggled. “But you can’t see him yet,” she quickly added. “I’m not finished, I need the blue eyeshadow first.” You nodded, pressing your lips together to suppress laughter. You loved it when Erica entrusted her makeup bag with Skye; Chris not so much. But he loved Skye so he allowed her to do whatever she wanted with his face.
“How’s this?” You passed her your single NARS eyeshadow in ‘Outremer’; the brightest, truest blue you had in your makeup collection. You hardly ever wore it, the only time being at the ‘Captain America: Civil War’ premiere to show your solidarity to your husband. It seemed fitting then for Skye to use it on Captain America himself.
“It’s perfect!” She jumped excitedly then took it from you and sprinted out of the room. “Uncle Chris, I found it!” You chuckled softly, giving Dodger’s head a quick scratch before he followed Skye back into the living room.
You went back to your office to turn off your laptop and put your papers away so you could give Skye some time to finish doing Chris’ makeup. You’d been pushed out of the room before because she wasn’t done, so you decided to wait until she came for you. Five minutes probably past before she came running back to find you, grabbing your hand and pulling you behind her. You snorted, choked on your own spit, then burst out laughing when you saw Chris’ face.
It was obviously a Captain America inspired look, and for a five year old- she was very good, but that didn’t mean it wasn’t hilarious. Bright blue and flaming red eyeshadow blended perfectly on his lids; cherry red lipstick accentuating his acutely shaped lips; a nice, thick coat of mascara further lengthening his already long lashes. She even used bronzer and highlight, which was pretty amazing for a five year old. At five, you didn’t even recognize the existence of makeup let alone be able to apply it. If Skye attention span lasted long enough, perhaps she had a future as a makeup artist. But you were confident it wouldn’t because three days ago, she was an aspiring Olympic gymnast who Chris had to help flip on the trampoline.
“Oh, just beautiful, baby,” you teased.
“I don’t wike it,” he quoted his nephew, pouting.
“What do you think, Aunt Y/N?” Skye asked, giggling herself. You could tell from her tone that this wasn’t a serious effort, that she only did all that to make fun of Chris because that was basically their relationship. “Doesn’t Uncle Chris look pretty? I think he- Ahhh!” She shrieked with laughter when he jumped to his feet, grabbing her from behind. “Uncle Chris, noooo!” She laughed when he threw her over her shoulder, walking her towards the backyard. “Help, Aunt Y/N!” She cried out, choking on her laughter. “He’s going to throw me in the pool!”
“No he’s not,” you chuckled.
“Yes I am,” Chris nodded, poking Skye’s side. “I told her I would if you laughed because that means she did a terrible job and deserves to be punished. Didn’t I say that, Skye?” She shook her head vigorously as she continued to giggle. “I did and we shook on it, so into the pool you’ll go.”
“Oh no, no no no,” you ran ahead, stopping him with a hand on his chest. You tried not to laugh when you got a closer look of his face, but you couldn’t help yourself. “She doesn’t have a change of clothes, you’re not going to throw her into the pool. Put her down,” you instructed him and he squinted evilly at you before doing what you’d asked of him.
“Ha ha,” Skye stuck her tongue out at Chris. “I don’t have a change of clothes.”
“Alright,” you chuckled. “Don’t provoke him,” you covered Skye’s face with your hands then gently pushed her in the direction of the couch. “Go watch some TV while I help Uncle Chris remove this masterpiece from his face.” Chris let you take his hand. “We’re going to have pizza for lunch, so don’t sneak a snack while we’re gone.”
“Pizza!” Skye cheered, making the two of you smile.
“Hey kid,” Chris called out to her as you led him towards the hall so you could take him to the master bedroom; she turned to him with raised brows. “Don’t think this is over ‘cause I’m going to get you back. Aunt Y/N can’t be here to protect you twenty-four-seven.”
“Nope, but she’ll be here to protect me until Mommy and Daddy come pick me up.” She was so adorably smug that Chris couldn’t help but lose his intimidating composure. He shook his head, chuckling as the two of you disappeared around the corner and down the hallway.
“Are you still hoping for a girl when we eventually try for a baby?”
“Are you kidding me? Of course I am,” he smiled and pulled his hand from yours, wrapping an arm around you when you laughed. “How else am I meant to look pretty if I don’t have a daughter to do my makeup for me?”
Imagine you and Chris talking about your future together.
A/N: Epilogue ❤️❤️❤️ I don’t know how I decided to end up here, but as a reader- I’m just overjoyed that my brain came up with this. *heart exploding, quietly dying* Oh, and before you ask- there will be more chapters to come. Anyhoo…Let’s get on with it. Enjoy! You can read the previous parts here: (Mini-series - Masterlist; Mini-series Spin-off: ‘Unexpected Reader - Masterlist’, ‘Little Ways Away - Part 1/Part 2/Part 3/Part 4/Part 5A/5B)
You and Chris did not end up talking after entering his house together, and by together- the two of you were basically one. He swept you off your feet, like he did the first time you got together and carried you inside his house. The state of tidiness of his vacant house transformed the second the two of you got inside, scattered items of clothing on the floor and furniture moved from their original place. Then there was the quick break in-between that left his kitchen bench with two used wine glasses and a half-emptied out bottle of your favorite wine; Moscato. His pristine bathroom suffered slightly too; a non-traditional bath and shower were had, one after the other. Let’s just say the two of you made good use of whatever precious time you had together, reintroducing yourself to your partner and familiarizing every inch and every curve you could of each other before you had to say goodbye again.
“We’re not going to sleep, are we?” Chris murmured into your hair, chuckling softly when he saw what time it was; 4:47AM. You smiled and shook your head, tightening the arm you had draped over his torso. “It is so good to be back in bed with you,” he admitted. “Amongst other things,” he whispered flirtatiously then chuckled when you buried your face into his chest, blushing deeply. “Here I was thinking we wouldn’t have time,” he poked your side and you squirmed, laughing.
“Oh please,” you pulled away from him and sat up, turning your whole body to face him as you sat crossed legged. “Like you were actually going to talk to me after we just made up.” He laughed. “You’re a guy,” you bit playfully and he scoffed, pretending to be offended. “You were going to make use of the make-up sex before anything else.” You chuckled when he scrunched his nose, smiling and nodding in agreement. “But that’s okay, ‘cause I can be a real guy sometimes too.” He laughed, placing a hand on his left pec. “But,” you began as you tried to stop laughing along with him. “Now we can actually talk, because it’s obvious we need to if we want this to last. And I want this to last,” you told him with a great deal of emphasis.
“Me too,” he nodded and sat up straight, leaning against his headboard and reaching for your hand; your fingers entwined with his. “Okay,” he let out a quick sigh, “um- let’s figure out where we went wrong this time and avoid doing it again at all cost.”
“There’s not much to figure out because I already know where we went wrong, and by we- I mean…Me,” you mumbled sheepishly then pursed your lips. “It was entirely my fault,” you said when you saw him tried to correct you. “I should’ve just talked to you, Chris. Asked you for help and depended on you rather than toughing it out. As your girlfriend, it was a prerogative and I failed to use it. Everything that came after was because of my idiocy, and I’m sorry.”
“You weren’t the only one,” he shook his head, squeezing your hand. “I should have approached things with a more rational and mature perspective. I am the adult in the relationship, after all.” He said then chuckled when you scoffed with a smile. “I knew you were doing it all to prevent me from worrying and I should have left it alone, but I had a bad day and I really wanted to hear your voice and- I don’t know, things just got out of hand.” You nodded in agreement with a small smile on your lips. “I’m really sorry I said all those things, I didn’t mean any of it. You know that, right?”
“Oh,” you narrowed your eyes in confusion as you began to tease him. “So you didn’t mean it when you said you’re nowhere near fucking perfect?” He could hear the playful tone in your voice so he just chuckled. “How you can’t be the perfect guy I want you to be? Oh, and what was that you said- you don’t know how to live up to my incredibly high expectations?”
“I don’t like how good your memory is.”
“And I don’t like how fucking perfect you are,” you retorted with a smile, making him smile. “Look-” you began then cut yourself off with a sigh. “I know you did mean what you said when you said all that,” you told him and he immediately tried to defend himself when you stopped him. “No, I’m not-” you chuckled, “I’m not mad. I just wanted to let you know that- you’re wrong, Chris. You are perfect and you are the perfect guy I want and need in my life.” The smile on his lips returned and you found yourself smiling along with him. “And I know my expectations are ridiculously high and incredibly intimidating, but- you’ve never disappointed me before. I mean- you risked your job and flew back for me. I’ve never had a guy give up the last bite of chocolate cake, let alone do what you just did.”
“I find that very hard to believe,” he chuckled.
“Well- believe it,” you chuckled, “because it’s true. No one has ever put me above their own wants and needs and responsibilities before. You are the first, which is why I intend to make you my last,” you told him and he smiled, grabbing your wrist and pulling you onto him. You chuckled, breaking your fall with your hand as your body crashed against his. “You are the kind of guy I write about and could only dream of being with, so thank you. Thank you for coming to life and for making what I thought could only be a dream- a reality,” you whispered, your lips inches from his.
“You just cannot stop that writer’s brain of yours, can you?” He chuckled, gently tucking the loose strains of your hair behind your ear. You chuckled softly and shook your head, caressing his bearded face in your hand. “You’re very welcome, Y/N. And you know what, I never thought I’d find a girl like you. You are the kind of girl I read about and could only dream of being with, so thank you. Thank you for finding me, for giving me a chance, and for helping me achieve a love as strong as the one you wrote about.” He leaned in and was about to press his lips against yours when you leaned back and pressed the pads of your right hand fingers on his lips. “What?”
“You kinda plagiarized my words,” you told him and he chuckled, playfully nibbling on your fingers. “Ah, Chris!” You giggled and pulled your hand away, resting it on his chest. “But luckily I love you too much to care,” you smiled and leaned in, meeting his lips for the- hundredth time that night. “I love you, Chris Evans.”
“And I love you too,” he whispered back then mumbled under his breath, “Y/N Evans.” You pulled back, biting back your smile as you raised an eyebrow at him. “What?” He chuckled. “I already said I was going to marry you. Even if you don’t take my last name for professional reasons- like young Y/N in your mini-series, you’re still going to be an Evans.”
“You do realize we’re not married yet, right? I mean-” you held up your left hand and wiggled your empty ring finger at him, making him chuckle softly. “We’re not even engaged yet, Chris. I know we will be one day, but don’t get ahead of yourself.” You teased him and he gently pushed you off him. “What?” You laughed when he got out of bed, walking over to his dresser. “I’m just teasing you. Are you really that offended?” He glanced back at you and made a face that quite easily said “you’re ridiculous”. “No, you’re ridiculous,” you quipped back, tossing a pillow at him.
“Do you want to know what getting ahead of myself looks like?” He quizzed, pulling something out of his sock drawer. His back was turned towards you so you couldn’t see what was in his hand, you could only guess. The assumption was enough to stop yourself from breathing. “Getting ahead of myself is getting an engagement ring before I even ask the girl I want to marry to be my girlfriend.” He turned around and held up a traditional Tiffany&Co ring box. “That’s um- that’s getting ahead of myself,” he chuckled softly.
“Oh my God,” you covered your mouth with both hands, hiding your growing smile and utter shock.
“I was going to keep it until you were a little older,” he told you as he made his way back towards the bed. He sat down opposite you, holding the box out. “But um- I don’t know, this seems as good a time as any. We don’t have to get married immediately, we can just be engaged until the right time comes along.” He realized you still hadn’t said anything and he winced, quickly adding, “if you’re down for a long engagement, of course. If you’re not, I can put this back and we can forget this ever happened. I just wanted you to know I am serious about marrying you, I’m not just saying it for fun. Can you please say something?” He chuckled, pulling your hands from your mouth.
“I’m sorry, I’m- that is a ring box,” you said as a matter-of-fact and he chuckled, nodding as he held it up. “From Tiffany&Co, like- like my story.” He nodded again, smiling. “And you- you want to propose now if I’m okay with a long engagement? Which- obviously we’ll be having ‘cause Infinity War and-” you pointed at yourself as you continued to breathlessly ramble, “university.”
“Mm hm,” another nod from Chris. “It’s your call, sweetheart. ‘Cause I’m down for anything as long as you’re the person I’m doing it with.” You let out a quick breath as your eyes fell back on the ring box that Chris was fiddling with in his hand; left and right, he’d turn it. “We don’t have to do this, we can wait a few years and I can propose with more-”
“Yes,” you cut him off with a nod and Chris felt his heart skip a beat.
“Yes…as in?” He quizzed and you nodded which confused him even more, though the smile on his face told you that he knew what your 'yes’ meant. “Like- you want to get engaged now or you want to wait a few years?”
“Yes, I want to get engaged now!” You answered with a laugh and he managed a nervous one as he fumbled to open the box, revealing the ring you’d always imagined you’d get from him; he really knew you well. “Oh my God,” you breathed as he gently pulled it from the box, taking your left hand. “This is- this is not happening.” He chuckled as he slipped it into place; a perfect, glistening fit. “I’m engaged to Chris Evans.”
“Yes you are,” he chuckled, leaning forward to peck your lips. “And you know what that means, don’t you?” He teased in a suggestive tone, making you laugh as you rose to rest your weight on your knees. “See,” he chuckled as your arms wrapped around your neck and his hands moved to rest on your waist. “We’re made for each other.”
Imagine telling Chris you love him for the first time.
A/N: Finally had some time to just sit and write, so here’s that request from @createdbytinyaddiction. I hope this meets what you requested, my mind’s kinda in holiday mode.
The sun rose over the Manhattan skyline as you awoke from your sleep. Your eyelids fluttered open and you smiled when you remembered you were still camping out in your living room in the fort that you’d made with your boyfriend, Chris, and his adorable co-star, Mckenna, on Thursday night after their movie ‘Gifted’ premiered at the New York Institute of Technology. You’d promised her the last time you saw her at the Los Angeles premiere that you’d let her have a sleepover at your apartment after the New York premiere. She’d been wanting to see your apartment for a while now, from the moment Chris told her about how you had the most beautiful workspace with the prettiest teal blue typewriter- she’d been begging you to see it. Mckenna showed a great deal of interest in creative writing, so it didn’t surprise anyone that when she met Chris’ writer girlfriend that she’d cling onto you.
You didn’t mind though, you found her incredibly adorable and sweet. You remembered meeting her at lunch after she was casted, you’d fell in-love with her immediately. Chris had brought you along because he’d bring you everywhere with him if he could, and usually he could- you were a freelance writer, you could work from anywhere at any time. But you also knew the real reason he’d brought you along was to see you around kids; he was a family man who wanted a family of his own eventually, so he had to make sure the one he was going to settle with had the same family oriented values that he did. Now he knew you had nieces and nephews like he did, but he’d never really seen you with them as you’d only been dating six months. The two of you were still in the honeymoon phase where it was all about the two of you and no one else mattered. You’d met his parents and he’d met yours, but that was it. You were both yet to meet the rest of each others’ families, though plans had been made for the Fourth of July.
Despite the relationship only being six months old, you were both pretty sure about each other already. Even before the meeting with Mckenna went down, Chris had no doubt about you because he knew you shared the same mindset as he did. You may not have been as big a kid person as he was, but you did believe in doing things for the ones you loved and you loved Chris. If he wanted children, you’d have children. Be it for him, or with him- you’d do it because the love you carried for him was indescribable and unconditional, and it was enough to erase any fears and uncertainties that you had about having kids. Before you met Chris, you didn’t understand what your mom meant when she said “when you meet the one you’re meant to be with, you’ll want kids.” After meeting Chris, her words had never been more clear.
The only thing now that was standing in your way of getting that happily ever after was yourselves. Neither of you were fearless enough to push past the concept of time, you both worried that things were progressing faster than they normally should therefore preventing you from professing your love for each other. He didn’t want to scare you away and you didn’t want to scare him away, which was ridiculous because neither of you had plans to go anywhere. One of you just needed to find the guts to pass that first 'I-love-you’ barrier then things were going to fall right into place and you’d both live happily ever after.
“Morning,” you heard Chris whisper as he rolled onto his side, draping his arm over your stomach. You turned to face him, pressing your hand against his stubbly cheek. “How do you always look so beautiful so early in the morning?” He quizzed with a sleepy smile that made your heart flutter.
“I just watch and learn from you,” you answered then giggled when he chuckled. “How’d you sleep?” You asked, running your fingers through his hair which was so much fluffier when he didn’t have any product in it. He groaned as he stretched and you knew sleeping on something other than a bed was starting to take a toll on the body. “Think it’s about time we tear down the fort and sleep in the bedroom?”
“Probably,” he chuckled, resting his arm on your stomach again. “I do like sleeping in this fort though.” You nodded in agreement as you admired the interior; it was a lot prettier at night as there were fairy lights you could turn on. “Mckenna did a great job decorating it, I don’t think we could’ve pulled it off without the kid.”
“Neither,” you agreed with a nod. “She’s pretty talented, that one.” You smiled when you remembered you were having her over again soon. “I can’t wait to see how well my bake day is going to be with her as my sous-chef, I bet she’ll be more helpful than you.” He scoffed, pretending to be more offended than he actually was. “All you do is distract me, I never get anything done with you in the kitchen.”
“And that’s a bad thing?” He smirked and you laughed, squirming when he tickled your sides. “I’m the best sous-chef and you know it,” he poked your cheek and you rolled your eyes, nodding mockingly. “Say it, Y/N.” He tickled your sides again and you laughed. “Say I’m the best sous-chef, say it.” He urged as he continued to tickle you.
“You’re the best sous-chef!” You managed through your laughter and he stopped, wrapping his arm around your waist and pulling you closer to him. “You’re the best sous-chef, okay?” You caressed his face in your hand and you rested your forehead against his. “You’re the best sous-chef, the best actor, the best boyfriend. You’re the best everything, Chris,” you told him, smiling as you lost yourself in his kind eyes. “And I love you,” you whispered, completely unaware that that was the first time you’d ever told him that.
“What?” His eyes widened and his lips parted; he may have been waiting to hear those three words for a while now, but it still took him by surprise. “Did you just-” He cut himself off when he saw panic wash over you. “No no no,” he chuckled as he tried to calm you down. “Don’t um- Don’t freak out, Y/N. It’s a good thing, you love me. It’s- it’s fantastic.” You pulled away from him and sat up, burying your face in your hands. “Hey,” he sat up and placed his hand on your back. “Y/N, listen to me. I’m-”
“I’m going to go start breakfast,” you said and quickly scrambled out of the fort and to your feet. Chris followed you, chuckling softly. Your panic rose as you felt his presence right behind you. “Do you want pancakes?” You tried to quicken your pace only to have him stop you by grabbing your wrist in his hand. “You don’t want pancakes?” You mumbled nervously when he spun you around, eyes watching you with an intense gaze.
“Can you shut up for a second?” He asked and you pressed your lips together; he chuckled softly then smiled as he whispered, “I love you too.” Your heart rid itself of all that horror and panic, and sang a thousand melodies. “I love you so much, Y/N. You don’t even know how long I’ve been wanting to tell you how much. If you didn’t say it then, I would’ve said it at breakfast. I just-” he cut himself off, licking his lips. “You’re the love of my life and I’m in-love with you.”
“Are you sure?”
“Are you serious?” He laughed and you bit back your smile. “Yes,” he cupped your face tightly in his hands, “I am absolutely sure that I am one hundred percent in-love with you. I’m thirty-six, sweetheart. I wouldn’t be with you if I wasn’t sure you’re the one I want to spend the rest of my life with. I think I should be the one asking that question seeing as you’re the baby in the relationship,” he chuckled when you scoffed, slapping his chest ever so gently. “So are you sure?”
“I loved you even before you knew my name, Chris Evans,” you responded, wrapping your arms around his neck. He smiled, releasing your face to wrap his arms around your body to pull you as close as he possibly could to him. “So yes, I am very, very sure that I’m in-love with you.”
“Good,” he smiled. “Because I’ve got great plans to marry and spend the rest of my life with you.” You smiled and tipped your head, inching closer to his lips as he inched closer to yours. “I love you, Y/N.”
Imagine: Cobb brings you in for a job, and after five years there is still chemistry between you and Eames
You had stepped out into the hallway, barefoot and exhausted. Despite sleeping for nearly eight hours, your body still begs for more sleep. You’ve always hated being jetlagged. You don’t care that you’re wearing shorts and a thin t-shirt. With the late hour, you think no one will be out to witness your state.
After locating the ice machine, you manage to fill your bucket and head back to your room. Upon your reaching the door you push the handle down as your weight presses gainst the door. That’s when you notice something is wrong. Your head falls back, your free hand reaching down making you realize you would have nowhere to put the key if you’d had brought it with you.
“No!” you groan. Resting your forehead against the door, you let your eyes close. “No, no, no. Please don’t do this to me.”
You know there’s no point, but you try the door handle again. You wince as the door remains in the same position.
“Come on! Open up-”
“No matter how much you stroke it, or sweet talk it, I think it’s safe to say it won’t open, darling.”
A breath of irritation hitches in your throat as you turn to find Eames. Resting against the wall a few feet away, he still wore the suit he’d had on the last time you’d seen him in the lobby. Although he’d shed the jacket, he still looked more presentable than your current state.
“Shut up,” you mumble. “As usual, no one asked for your help.”
“Then, by all means,” motioning for you to continue, Eames shifted forward. “Do continue.”
Doing what he says, you turn and reface the door. You listen to him shuffle past you to his room, which lays just two doors away.
“What are you doing out this late anyway?” You huff as he takes out his wallet. “No luck convincing the girl from the bar?”
“Being as this girl is no existent,” he chuckles as he slides his card through the reader, not stopping to look in your direction until the door is open. “No. You ever notice how places like this try to charge you extra for the bad stuff?”
Pausing in the doorway, he motioned for you to join him.
“I’m fine right here, actually.” You respond defiantly.
The careless shrug which rolls off his shoulders only seems to fuel your irritation. “Just offering you the phone, love.”
You only had four options at the current moment.
1. Go knock on Arthur’s door. But, knowing him, Arthur was probably reviewing the case and you are too tired for work.
2. Knock on Cobbs’ door and run the risk of being around when he slipped.
3. Accept the invitation from the man across from you and run the risk of slipping up yourself.
4. Walk downstairs in hopes the teenager at the front desk can help you out without wanting something in return.
You watch him for a moment. Eames lifts the bottle of scotch in his hand, one last offer of temptation, before giving you a soft wink. Giving in, you walk over to him just as he moves to shut the door. Heat rushes to your cheeks as he lets his gaze travel over you. You bite your tongue. There is no point in telling him to reign in his wondrous gaze, the man has already seen every part of you before.
He doesn’t move his body, forcing your chest to brush against his as you slip past him before leading the way inside.
“Would you like a drink?” Eames asks as you glance around his room. Apart from the bedding, it looked nearly identical to yours. “Wouldn’t want your ice to go to waste.”
You know you should say no. His phone is right across the room. All you have to do is make a call down to the lobby and be on your merry way.
You set the bucket on the table before crossing the room and taking a seat at the foot of his bed. As he stops to roll up his sleeves your gaze moves to the clock on the bedside table.
You had only three hours until the sun was set to rise. Three hours to get the much-needed sleep to ensure you were at the top of your game on the job, yet here you are seated at the foot of your ex-husband’s bed.
You listen to the ice hit the bottom of the glass as you push yourself back towards the center of the bed before laying back. Crossing your ankles, you let the palms of your hands grace the soft comforter beneath you. Despite him only had laid down for a mere hour, you find that the bed already smells of him.
“Are you ready for this gig?” You ask in an attempt to prevent your thoughts from continuing down that road.
You had been around Eames well enough to know, despite his cool exterior, he was highly meticulous. The files across the room proof of that. He might not always display his intelligence in the same ways as Arthur, but he had invested just as much into this case as anyone else.
“I don’t think you can ever be truly ready,” he admits after a moment of thought. “No two jobs are the same.”
“Yeah, I guess.”
You must admit you expected more from his response. Something…snarkier. In fact, he hadn’t said nearly as much as you’d imagined upon your reunion.
Cobb had conveniently left out that Eames was a part of the mission. In fact, it was not until Cobb was passing out the room keys that you noticed Eames. He was seated across the lobby striking up with a pair of young ladies at least ten years your junior. The gigglish laughter something you learned, as his wife, he struck in most women.
“I’m more worried I’ll be focused on keeping you safe,” he chuckles softly.
You roll your eyes, interrupting the path of the design you were following along the ceiling tile. “Well, I guess you won’t have to carry that burden. It’s not like I’ve ever needed protecting.”
“I know,” he assures you. “I haven’t forgotten how good you are at your job.”
He turns and rests against the table and takes a sip of his drink. He holds up your glass causing you to get up and cross the room for its retrieval.
It has been nearly five years since your last job together. As much as he hated the idea of putting you in danger, Eames was not surprised when Cobb spoke of wanting to bring you in for this one. The only reason you had agreed to take it was because of your soft spot of Cobb. Or at least that’s what you’ve been telling yourself from the moment you accepted.
“As much as I hate to admit it,” you sigh. “I am glad you’re here…Cobb and Arthur too. It’s always better to work with family, ya’ know?”
Nodding, he gave you a soft “yeah,” in response as you accepted the glass he offered.
You remain where you are as his fingers reach out to your cheek once freed. They present a perfect contrast to your quickly spiking skin. The chill from the glass having resonated within his touch. They pass cautiously across the surface as you take a sip of your drink, stopping as they reach the locks framing your face.
“We were always a great team,” he chuckles as you give him a soft smile before taking a step back and moving towards the window.
A/N: Feedback is welcomed and very much appreciated. Hope you all enjoy it, as always, thank you for reading <3
Title: Hots For You
Requested by: Anon - “Can we have 24,14 with Gibbs please x”
Word Count: 701
Pairing: Gibbs x Reader
14. “Have you ever thought about…like…us?” 24. “Wanna go for a drive?”
You didn’t know whether to laugh or cry when DiNozzo told you that the Boss Man had a little thing for you. At first, you didn’t believe him, told him through a forced laugh to get back to his reports but now you weren’t so sure.
Gibbs hadn’t outright told you or shown you, of course he wouldn’t, he has a standard to uphold but there were little things that were letting you in on the Marine’s fiercely kept secret. The way he held doors for you - at first it was gentlemanly but he never did it for another female agent. It didn’t occur to you that he only brought you coffee, especially when it was an impromptu case that caught you off guard at home or at the gym.
My finger was hovering over the “select” button on my remote. Should I really play the next episode? I’d watched half a season of this show just today. I had almost made up my mind, when suddenly my phone went off. Shining up at me was a picture of the world’s most perfect boyfriend. Joshua Dun. He was on tour, and the simple chance to hear his voice was all I needed. “Hello?” I asked, slightly confused. While it was only about eleven here, it was like four in the morning where they were supposed to be touring.
“Hey! I sent you a surprise, and according to my phone it arrived today. Did you ever get it?”
“Not really. I’ve barely been out of the apartment today. I’ll check in the morning though, I’m kinda tired.”
“It’s an awesome surprise for my three months of being gone. Also, what if someone steals it while it’s sitting in the mail room?” he argues.
“Fine,” I said with an over-exaggerated sigh. I unwrapped myself from my cocoon of covers and went to the front door. I flung open the door and found… Josh holding a pizza box. Pizza was better than any flowers.
I didn’t even say anything as I launched myself into his arms. I wrapped my legs around his waist. One of his hands went to my butt, gripping it gently while the other hand held the pizza. I placed a rough kiss to his lips before showering the rest of his face.
“I thought you weren’t going to be home for another two weeks!” I grinned up at him. Then, I buried my face into his neck, inhaling his scent. His scent was perhaps one of the best ever.
“Something came up. We came back early. Can I come in?”
“Wait. Tyler came back too?” I had no problem with Tyler, but I figured he might have an issue with us. Tyler was my brother, and back in high school, I had been going out with one of his close friends. Needless to say, Tyler found out and it didn’t end well.
“He was tired and decided to head straight home. I’ll ask again, can I come in?”
“Of course,” I told him, trying to get down so I could let him in, but Josh only held me tighter.
“Nope,” Josh smiled, gripping my butt even tighter as he walked inside. He scanned the studio apartment, before heading to my bed. He set the pizza on the coffee table then gently sat down, leaving me wrapped around his waist. “So, Netflix, huh?” he asked me. “What’ve you been watching?”
“Just a show. Wanna watch with me?” I asked him, a grin slipping across my face.
“Sure,” he said, smiling back as he scooted over so I could sit next to him so we’d both see the television. He made up my mind about my previous dilemma, selecting the next episode.
Not even three minutes in, I felt Josh’s hand on my thigh, slowly moving in as he rubbed soft circles, getting closer and closer to the inside of my thighs. Thank god for booty pajama shorts.
“You’re supposed to be watching the show,” I teased him, giving him a very serious look.
“But I see something better,” he smirks at me. With a quick shift of his weight, suddenly, he is leaning over me, leaving me trapped under his arms.
“You did not just say that,” I laugh at his comment.
“It’s been three months since I’ve seen you. Cut me a little slack.”
“Done,” I smile, reaching up to kiss him. Once I had him focused on my lips, I used that moment to roll back over, pinning his hips with my thighs. I smirked down at him, leaning down to meet my lips with his. I felt his tongue play with my lips, begging for entrance while his fingers started to make their way up the edge of my shirt. I granted him entrance to my mouth, and he entered, fighting for dominance. Eventually, I relented.
He easily lifted my tank top over my head flinging it across the room.
“That’s not fair,” I joked, trying to tug off his shirt. Josh helped me, yanking it off and tossing it to join mine. He reached behind me, undoing my bra with ease. “I see you haven’t lost your touch,” I joke. Josh never seemed to have trouble undoing the clasps on my back. He begins to massage and suck my breasts, giving them each the attention they deserve.
This time, he rolls me back onto my back before meeting our lips together in a rough dance. He yanked down my shorts and panties in one swift movement, leaving my to undo his belt and jeans. After a few seconds of fumbling, we’re both left in our underwear, but even that doesn’t last long. I moved my hand towards Josh’s member, but he pushed my hands back up. “No,” he said simply. Josh moves his hand to my core, moving his thumb in circles over my clit as he moves a finger inside of me.
“Fuck,” I moaned. The tension was building inside me, bringing me closer. Josh continued to insert more fingers, building to the climax. He was hitting me in just the right spot, over and over, and I began to reach my climax.
“Fuck. Josh,” I screamed, not caring if any of my neighbors heard us. And then I came undone. This was the best I’d ever felt, I swear to God. Josh slowly pulled away as I finished. “That was amazing,” I told him, a large smile spread across his face. “Now it’s your turn,” a devilish grin spread across my face. I grabbed his arms, rolling and twisting so my thighs were straddled across his hips. I position myself over his solid member, slowly moving. Josh’s hands reached up, harshly grabbing my breasts. I moved myself over his cock.
“Oh, shit,” Josh moaned.
“I know. Josh, I think I’m gonna-” but I was cut off as I felt myself become undone, Josh following shortly after. Once we had both come down from our highs, I rolled off Josh and he pulled me over into his side.
“Damn,” Josh sighed.
“I know,” I laughed, curling closer into him.
“I missed you,” he whispered, leaning in to kiss my lips.
“I missed you too. Do you still have that pizza?” I asked, nodding to the box he had set down earlier.
He leaned forward, grabbing the box. “Sex then pizza. God, I love you.”
“Not as much as I love you,” I smiled, kissing his lips as he handed me the pizza box.
“WHAT THE HECK?!” I heard someone scream. I quickly sat up, pulling myself from the warm embrace of Josh’s arms and pulling the blankets with me. I looked at the foot of the bed to see… Tyler.
I felt Josh stir beside me, then I heard a mumbling voice say, “Shit.”
“What is going on? I tried calling you, (Y/N), but you’re too busy screwing my best friend. And you!” Tyler pointed an accusing finger at Josh, saying, “I trusted you with my little sister, and you can’t control your dick for five minutes to realize that I’m going to kill you!”
I handed Josh my duvet before jumping off the bed, pulling my flat sheet around me and tucking in the corners so it hopefully wouldn’t fall. “Tyler, it’s not like that,” I pleaded with my brother before I tossed Josh his boxers that were lying on the ground.
“Then what is it like?” Tyler yelled at me.
“We’ve been dating for a while,” Josh started from behind me. He stood behind me, gently pulling me into his side.
“How long?” Tyler demanded. He looked perhaps the angriest I’d ever seen him.
“Like over a year,” I whispered, leaning back into Josh.
“You lied to me for over a year?” Tyler was astounded as he began to pace the floor.
“Withholding isn’t lying,” I tried.
“Yeah, well it isn’t being honest either,” he turned to me.
“I’m sorry,” Josh started, “It just happened one night, and when she told me about that one guy in high school I-I didn’t want to lose you as a friend, and then I realized how much I cared about her, and I knew I loved her too much to lose her.” I smiled up at Josh, hugging him closely to him.
“I. I didn’t know you felt like that,” Tyler stopped pacing and stared at us
“She’s the best thing that’s happened to me,” Josh told Tyler, all while staring into my eyes. I carefully raised onto my tiptoes, leaning in to give Josh a gentle kiss.
“Well, um,” Tyler seemed to have just realized we were standing in front of him mostly naked as he began to advert his eyes, “I came to check in on my sister when she didn’t answer her phone. I wanted to take her to breakfast.”
“Oh! I forgot to put it on the charger after you called!” I told Josh.
“Well, I’ll be waiting outside if you guys wanna go to breakfast with me,” Tyler made a hasty exit for the front door of my apartment. Once he had left, it was like a floodgate had released as me and Josh burst out in laughter. Josh gripped me closely, kissing my forehead.
“Let’s get ready for breakfast.”
Kai Parker x Reader word count : 3 992 summary : (sort of) based on ‘I Should’ve Kissed You’ by One Direction note : this is an old draft i found on my phone and just got it finished around 4AM, hope you guys like it ☺ * gif by christopherwooddaily ____________________________
Being invited to a party at Elena’s dorm at the end of the weekend, was a surprise for Kai. A part of him thought that maybe after he lifted the spell linking Elena and Bonnie, they were starting to warm up to him so when Damon had asked, Kai had agreed to go but only because there was someone he hoped to see at the party. The night was dragging itself slowly and he spent most of his time with his least favourite Salvatore, mainly because the vampire refused to leave him alone, probably thinking Kai would murder someone. However the young heretic’s mind was far away from this, completely consumed by thoughts about only one person and he hadn’t been able to tear his eyes away from her since the moment she walked in. “Does she have a boyfriend ?” he asked, when she looked at him for the hundredth time that night with a smile on her face, making his heart skip a beat. Damon followed Kai’s gaze and clenched his jaw the moment he saw who the young heretic meant. A few metres away, at the other end of the room stood Y/N, Caroline and Elena. They were talking and laughing at something on the younger girl’s phone, while holding a red plastic cup in their hands. “No, no. Don’t even think about it.” growled the vampire. “She is too good for you.” “I was just asking.” said Kai, raising his hands in defence. For a second it looked like he might give up on the subject, but then he leaned in a little towards Damon, asking the same question. The vampire gulped the rest of the bottle with bourbon in his hands at once and sighed. “No. She doesn’t. Y/N is shy when it comes to liking guys that way. Even if she likes someone, no chance she’d do or say something.” Kai felt a spark of hope hearing Damon’s words. Y/N was single – “Why not ? Who would say ‘no’ to her ? She is so beauti –” Kai cleared his throat, seeing Damon’s expression. “I am just saying. Whoever she chooses will be the luckiest man alive.” “Indeed.” the vampire patted Kai’s back with a smirk on his face. “Except, it won’t be you.” he said in a serious tone. The young heretic looked at Damon as if to say ’We’ll see about that.’ and got up, finishing his cup before leaving it on the table. He took a few steps towards Y/N before Damon grabbed him and whooshed them down the hallway, pinning the heretic to the wall with his hand around his neck. “Listen to me, twirp. You are lucky I haven’t ripped your head off by now.“ “Why haven’t you?” “Someone asked me very politely not to, saying that you deserve a chance –“ “Who ?” wondered Kai, his mind immediately going to Y/N. Who else would ask Damon that ? Surely wasn’t Elena … or Bonnie. “Not important.“ grinned the vampire. “Point is – stay away from her. Y/N doesn’t need you hur–” “Motus.” muttered Kai, sending the vampire flying away from him. “I am not going to hurt her. I think I might be –” he stuttered and sighed, looking at the ground. “Don’t you dare say it.” threatened Damon. Kai rubbed his neck, glancing at his least favourite Salvatore. He liked Y/N, maybe even more than like her. Out of everyone in the group she was the only one who actually made him feel welcome and appeared to enjoy his company as much as he enjoyed hers. Ever since the moment he saw her, he wanted her to like him, for them to be friends … Perhaps more than friends, if he was lucky. He had spent countless nights since they met, laying awake at night thinking about her and only her, wondering if there was someone in her life. Now that he knew there wasn’t, he wanted to do something and find out if she felt the same way about him. To find out if her she felt like she couldn’t breath when they weren’t together, or if her skin turned to fire just at the thought of being in each other’s arms. Kai wasn’t good at emotions or feelings but he knew he felt something about this girl and he wanted to be better because of her. When the young heretic had put the sleeping curse on Elena, no part of him had intended on ever lifting it but after learning who the doppelganger was to the girl he liked, things changed. He had done it for Y/N. To give her back her best friend growing up. “Once. Trust me just this once. Y/N might not even like me that way –” “If you hurt her in any way, I will kill you. Got it ?” “Got it.” said Kai, taking a step towards the room while fixing his shirt and hair. He stopped at the entrance and took a deep breath. A smile tugged at the corners of his mouth when Y/N looked up at him and he could hear her heart trying to leap out of her chest all the way from where he was standing when their eyes met. Kai made his way through the crowd, feeling nervous all of the sudden. wondering what he was going to say to her. A few moments later, he had shortened the distance between them and was now standing barely a step away from her and Elena, who glanced between them and then went to talk to Damon at the other end of the room, leaving them all alone. "Hey.” smiled Kai. “Hey.” she smiled back. Y/N wasn’t like all the other girls he had met, she wasn’t even like her friends. There was something about her, maybe it was her kind heart or the fact she had seen a sliver of good in him when everyone told her she was crazy and had given him a chance, that pulled every fibre in his body towards her and he was pretty sure he’d fight off anyone who dared and tried to steal her from him. “What w-were you and Damon arguing about?” she interrupted his thoughts. ”I haven’t seen him clench his jaw like that in weeks…” “You, actually.” Y/N looked at him with surprise in her eyes. “Me ?” “He doesn’t approve of me coming to talk to you. He is worried I’d hurt you or something.” sighed Kai. “I’d never hurt you… though, he doesn’t seem to want to believe me.” Y/N turned in the direction of her friends, who were talking without taking their eyes off her and Kai. Damon smiled at them, waved his fingers in a ‘hello’ and leaned in to say something to Elena. Everyone always assumed Kai had some sinister plan, a hidden motive behind his actions. Everyone but not her. Y/N liked him, but as usual she didn’t have the courage to tell Kai how she felt. “Who cares what he thinks?” she muttered, taking a sip from her cup. “I am more than happy you are here. And I um - I like talking to you.” “You don’t find my constant talking annoying ?“ “No. Not at all.” she smiled shyly and Kai smiled back at her. “Hey um… D-do you want to dance or something?” “I’d love to.” she said, her eyes lighting up at his question. Kai smiled widely at her and took the cup from her hands, feeling sparks of electricity the second he touched her and by the looks of it, she felt them too. He left the cup on the nearest table and they pushed their way through the crowd, his hand carefully placed on her back while listening to her heart trying to fight its way out of her chest. For a while they danced and Y/N could barely tear her eyes away from him, just like he couldn’t take his eyes off her. There was something different about the way she was looking at him in that moment, but he couldn’t figure out what it was. Her friends’ kept starring at them, but neither of them cared. Then a slow song started to play. Y/N rubbed her nose just like every time she was nervous and took a step back. “Um…“ she started to say, when he placed his hands on her waist pulling her towards him again. Y/N looked up at him, smiling nervously. “I am not good at slow songs. I’ll step on your foot and –” “I want to dance with you. I don’t mind you stepping on my foot –” I just want to hold you in my arms, always and forever. he finished in his mind before leaning in to whisper in her ear. “Vampire, remember ?”
Y/N’s lips curled and a moment later her hands hooked around his neck. Their eyes met and her breath got caught in her throat while she got lost in his smoky blue eyes glowing like never before in that instant. They were standing so close to each other, she was worried he might actually feel her heart trying to fight its way out of her chest. Kai rested his forehead on hers, her cheeks flushed immediately and she completely forgot how to breath. Neither of them even noticed the song had changed, neither of them cared about anything else but the other. It felt as if the temperatures in the room had gone up suddenly the closer his lips got to hers, their eyes darting between the others’ eyes and lips. His hot breath was intoxicating her completely and just as he was about to kiss her, Y/N’s feet caved in. “Are you okay? You look like you might faint or something ?” asked Kai with concern, holding her towards him. “Maybe we should go get some fresh air or something –” “Mmmhmmm … s-sounds good.” she said, her eyes fluttering closed for a second while he snaked his hand around her waist. Having him hold her like this was definitely not helping her remember how to breath, or calm down her heart. And she couldn’t stop thinking how it felt as if his hands and her body were two pieces of a puzzle, fitting perfectly with each other.
They made their way through the crowd and walked outside, sitting on the steps at the entrance of the building. Y/N took a deep breath, feeling the cold air fill her lungs and her mind cleared up a little. Though not nearly enough. “Feeling better ?” he asked, not taking his eyes off her. “Yeah, yeah.“ she smiled at the ground, hoping her heart would calm down but that never happened. All she could think about was how he had almost kissed her and that out of all the girls who kept making googly eyes at him all night, he only appeared to have eyes for her. Or maybe she was imagining it. “It got too hot in there.” “Tell me about it.” he muttered, wiping his face with his hand. For a few long moments, neither of them said a thing. They only kept stealing glances at the other and Y/N couldn’t help but notice how his eyes sparkled differently in that moment and a smile tugged at the corners of his mouth. "So um, are you having fun ? At the party I mean?“ “No, not until I got to dance with you.” he smiled nervously. “Damon invited me and then pretty much forced me to hang out with him. Makes no sense. He doesn’t even like me –” “He didn’t. I mean… I kind of made him invite you. Though I thought I’d be the one hanging out with you all night, n-not him.“ she said quietly, smiling at the ground again.”I got pulled away before I got the chance –” “You are the one who wanted me to come ?” he smiled, with a hint of surprise in his voice. “Why didn’t you ask me yourself ?” “I um…” she laughed nervously, avoiding his question. “I like being around you. You are funny and –“ – you get my heart racing like no one has ever been able to. she finished in her mind. Kai lifted her chin up until their eyes met and he could hear her heart skip a beat the moment he touched her, and then her heart rate increased to dangerous levels. “Woww. Does that mean you lik– are not afraid of being all alone with the big bad heretic ?” Y/N gazed into his blue eyes for a long moment, drowning in them for a millionth time. Had he just almost asked her if she likes him ? Why had he changed his mind mid-sentence ? “No. Why would I be afraid being around one of my friends ? I um .. actually, I – ” she smiled nervously, getting tongue tied yet again. I like you and I want to be near you and be in your arms, always. she finished in her mind. “I’ve never had a friend before.” he smiled, “This feels nice. Hey, maybe we can go um get some coffee sometime or … go see a movie or something? F-friends do that right ?” “Yeah, f-friends do that. J-just the two of us, r-right ?” she said quietly, her eyes darting between his lips and his eyes. Had he just asked her out ? Kai gently brushed his palm against her cheek and nodded, slowly leaning in towards her. Without realising it Y/N slowly leaned in towards him too, her heart beating so fast she was worried everyone could hear it. Kai surely could. They gazed longingly into each others eyes, their lips barely a half an inch away — and then a large group of college students rushed past them down the stairs, nearly trumping them over. Kai cleared his throat while Y/N blinked fast a couple of times, starring at the night sky. A shooting start glazed across it in a blink of an eye, so fast she wasn’t sure it had really happened, but she made a wish anyways. “I should um … We should probably go back –” “Yeah, yeah of course.” said Kai, helping her up. “So um, h-how does F-friday movie night sounds ? I can compell the whole movie theatre j-just for … us.” “Can I pick the movie ?“ Kai grinned. “Absolutely.” “Hey so, what do you want to – “ said Y/N, turning around so abruptly as they got at the entrance, they bumped into each other and she would’ve fallen unless it had been for Kai’s hand on her waist, holding her steady. He pushed her against the door frame, bracing his hand next to her head when another group college students rushed inside. Y/N could feel her heart beats blurring into one and her cheeks were for sure a very bright shade of red in that moment. Kai’s lips were barely a heart beat away from hers and she wanted to feel them on hers so badly in that moment. “Whatever you want to … watch.” he replied, his lips almost touching hers as he spoke. A small smile showed on her face and Y/N reached to touch his cheek, feeling his breath on her face intoxicating her. This time will be different. I don’t want to lose him to someone else.she thought, feeling Kai’s hand on her waist pulling her towards him. I can tell him. Maybe he feels the same. Maybe – “Y/N ! There you are !” Elena grabbed her hand. “Come on. I want to show you something.” Kai closed his eyes and sighed. There it was again. How it was they always got interrupted somehow ? His eyes followed Y/N through the crowd and she turned around looking at him while Elena continued pulling her away from him. It looked as if she was trying to say something but before he had had time to figure out what, he had lost sight of her. He couldn’t help but feel angry at himself he had missed the moment again, still feeling the lingering feeling of her body this close to his. Almost as if she was still in his arms –
“Why did you do that ?“ Y/N asked Elena, a hint of frustration in her voice. “I was just about to –” “No, Y/N. Listen to me. He is bad news.” said her friend, passing her a cup with bear. Y/N pushed it away. Her mind was foggy enough from all that had happened, or had nearly happened with Kai and she didn’t need the extra buzz. “That doesn’t mean I can’t kiss him and like it. Or feel something for him for that matter.” she blurted out. Elena’s eyes widened and a moment later Damon showed up behind her, snatching the cup from his girlfriend’s hand while looking at Y/N. “You have clearly had too much to drink.” “Stay out of this Damon. Who I chose to kiss or to whom my heart belongs to is none of your business –” “He is not –” “Save it.” she turned on her heels, walking away from them. Y/N looked around, hoping that maybe Kai was still at the party somewhere, or near by at least but there was no sight of him anywhere. “Damn it.”
* * *
By the time Y/N got home, it was already 1.37AM. She changed into her PJ’s and headed towards the kitchen to get herself some ice cream from the freezer before sitting on the couch and turning on the TV. Tom and Jerry was on, but unlike all the other times, cartoons couldn’t distract her from the thoughts drowning her mind in that moment. Kai had almost kissed her threetimes and each time had been seared into her mind, playing on a loop in slow motion. His lips had been so close to hers, she could almost feel them touching hers. His strong hands had held her towards him so gently, just the thought of being this close to him made her heart race. And his eyes – they had been so insanely blue, kind of like comets in the night sky. A sigh left her lips and Y/N took out her phone, scrolling down her contacts until she got to Kai’s name. Her finger hovered over the dial button while she tried to decide if she should call him or not. He didn’t sleep so she wouldn’t wake him but what would she say to him ? And they still had that movie night coming – “Why are you like this? Why, Y/N?” she said to herself, getting up to return the semi-empty ice cream box in the freezer.” Why can’t you just say ’Hey, Kai. I like you as more than a friend. Do you like me too ?’ but to his face ?”
No matter how hard Kai tried, he couldn’t stop thinking about the moments he and Y/N had almost kissed at the party. Magic could do a lot of things, but couldn’t turn back time like he wished. Instead of going home, he just walked aimlessly down the streets around her apartment, trying to work up the courage to knock on her door. Around 2.17AM he couldn’t take it anymore. All the thoughts and feelings he felt in that moment had consumed him completely and he had to see her, immediately or he’d lose it. Kai got to the third floor, where her apartment was, and knocked on the door. He could hear she was still awake - the TV was on, then suddenly got turned off and footsteps neared the door. The young heretic took a deep breath, feeling the collar of his shirt tighten around his neck a little… and then Y/N opened the door. “Kai ? Wh-what are you doing here ?” her eyes lit up. “Hey, um … Can I come in ?” he asked, smiling nervously while his palm pressed against the invisible barrier keeping uninvited vampires out. “Yeah, of course. Come on.” she smiled shyly. “Cute PJs.” he smiled, touching the loose ponytail as he walked inside. Y/N was wearing short shorts with a top saying ‘I ♡ cupcakes.’ and a drawing of a cupcake with white fuzzy bunny slippers. “T-thanks.“
As soon as the door closed, Kai backed her against it and placed his hands on either side of her, caging her in with his body. He hadn’t taken his eyes off her since the moment the door had opened, listening to her heart beating faster than a hummingbirds at the sight of him. His fingertips brushed against her cheek and the corners of his mouth twitched, noticing how she literally stopped breathing for a second when he gently touched her lips. “Don’t freak out.” said Kai, in a hushed voice a second before his lips pressed against hers. Butterflies flapped their wings in her stomach, spreading the feeling through her entire body and her heart almost burst out of her chest. Kai kissed her. He kissed her !!! Y/N’s mind went on full overload and she couldn’t think about anything but his lips on hers and how soft they were. Or how it felt as if they were literally made for each other. Then, too soon, he pulled away. “I had to do that, at least once.” he rested his forehead on hers. “I should’ve kissed you earlier, I almost did. Three whole times I missed every single chance. Y/N, you are all that I can think about. You are always in the corners of my mind, sneaking into my dreams and it’s driving me nuts how much I want to be with you but … Damon is right. You are too good for me.” Y/N started to say something but he didn’t give her the chance. “I am just happy I got to kiss you.” he slowly stepped away from her, placing his hand on the door knob. He started opening the door when Y/N put her hand on his and pushed the door closed again. Her lips curled into a smile at the way their hands looked together, feeling Kai’s thumb lightly rubbing her hand and she looked up at him, her heart skipping a beat, or ten. “Kiss me again.” she said quietly. So quietly, if Kai didn’t have supernatural hearing, he would’ve completely missed it. He smiled at her, cupped her face and took a small step closer until their lips met again. This time Y/N hooked her hands around his neck, pulling him against her until his body was so close to hers, there was literally no space between them. His hands found their way on her waist, moving up and down her back while their lips moved against each other as if they had kissed their whole lives. Everything felt like a dream, like maybe she had fallen asleep on the couch and would wake up at any moment, but she didn’t care. All that mattered were Kai’s lips on hers and his hands on her body. “Y/N –” he brushed his palm against her cheek, resting his forehead on hers. “I want to be with you too.” she smiled at him. “I – I like you and I’ve never been able to say that to anyone I like, but I’ll be damned if I let some girl take you away from me.” Kai smiled at her. “No one can take me away from you. Not now, not ever. I belong to you.” “And I belong to you.” Kai grinned at her, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. “Hey so um, d-do you still want to go on that movie night with me ?” “Y-you mean as a boyfriend and –“ “– girlfriend. Yeah.” he smiled nervously. “Like on our –” “–first date.“ he finished for her. Y/N pressed her lips against his. “Is that a ‘yes’?’
“A million times ‘yes’!’