You opened your eyes, sun shining down on your body. You turned around but there was no sign of Kai on your bed. You yawned and sat on the bed, running your fingers through your hair. Looking to your right as you saw the light in your bathroom. Doors opened and there he was. You saw Kai standing there with only a towel wrapped around his body, water still dripping down his toned torso as he ran his fingers through his wet and messy hair. You swallowed hard, trying as hard as you could not to stare at him, but you couldn’t help it. He looked so beautiful and so damn sexy. It was impossible for you not to look at him. He locked his eyes with yours and smiled. He came closer to you, kissing you deeply, water from his hair slightly dropping on your forehead. Your heart was beating like crazy and Kai probably heard but he kept quiet.
‘Morning’ he whispered, his forehead pressed against yours, his eyes still closed.
'Morning’ you repeated what he said, him finally opening his eyes, facing his piercing blue eyes once again.
'I hope you don’t mind, I didn’t want to wake you up just to ask if I can take a shower.’ He said, sitting next to you on the bed.
'Um, no, no.. not at all.. you can, just, shower whenever you want.’ You swallowed hard. You couldn’t remember when was the last time you were that nervous. Kai looked at you and just laughed before getting closer and kissing you again.
'I'm…gonna take a shower now, it won’t be long.’ You said as you got up and went into the bathroom, closing the doors behind you. You leaned against them and let out a breath you’ve been holding in. You walked over to the mirror and ran your fingers through your hair, placeing your hands on the sink and looked at yourself. Kai made you feel nervous, but in a good way. You really, really liked him. It’s not that you didn’t care about his past, you did, but you didn’t want to reject him or not even forgive him without giving him a chance to tell you his side of the story. You took your clothes off and stepped into the shower, opening the tap and let warm water run down your body. You closed your eyes at the relaxing feeling. After what it seemed hours, you picked up a shower gel and squeezed it on the small sponge you had. You started washing your body, but then you felt two strong arms around your waist. You immediately knew who it was. Kai scared you at first, but the feeling of his hands on your body made your body tremble. You felt his naked body press against yours completely as he started kissing your neck gently. You cocked your head to one side, exposing your neck to Kai even more, enjoying the small peck he was giving you while his soft hands roamed all over you body. He moved your wet hair from your neck, continuously kissing it, his hands going down from your shoulders to your hips and then back up. He cupped your breasts, making you throw your head back a little and let out a quiet moan, your butt pressing against his pelvis. You turned around, finally seeing his beautifu face. You smiled at him shortly as he picked you up and pressed against the shower wall, kissing you deeply. You wrapped your legs around his waist, feeling his lenght getting harder. Kai closed the water and stepped out of the shower, carrying you to your bed, letting you down slowly. He got on top of you, kissing you deeply, the kiss filled with lust and hunger. Your legs were still wrapped around his waist. Your fingers tangled in his hair, your body holding onto his like he was about to leave you and never come back. He kissed your neck, sucking on your sweet spot making you moan out. He went a little bit down, taking one nipple in his mouth, while his hand played with your other breast, squeezing it gently. You bucked your hips up, making sure he knew where you wanted him the most, but he lowered his hand between your bodies and pressed your hips down, that familiar grin back on his face. He went back to kissing your breasts, gently biting and sucking on your breasts making you squirm underneath him.
'Kai, please’ you moaned out, gripping his hair, trying to buck your hips up again but unsuccessfully. He started going lower and lower, kissing every single part of your body, his hands following all of the actions his mouth was doing. He looked at you before sliding one finger inside you, curling it around and pumping it in and out at the same time. Not long after that, he added another one, picking up his pace, enjoying seeing you like that. Enjoying seeing how he made you feel, how your body reacted to his touch, how his actions made your body clench around his fingers, getting closer and closer to the sweet, sweet agony. He lowered his head between your legs, his tongue on your clit, while he kept pumping his fingers. Your fingers were still in his hair, gripping on it while your hips kept bucking up, looking for more.
'Kai’ you moaned out as you came undone under Kai’s touch, your body shaking, your orgasm tearing your body apart. He found his way back up to your mouth, kissing you deeply. You could’ve felt yourself on his tongue. You wrapped your legs around his waist again, your fingers finding their way to his lenght, wrapping them gently around it. You stroke it a couple of times, looking at Kai’s face, his mouth opening slightly.
'I want you Kai. So much’ you whispered, leading Kai’s lenght to your opening, as Kai pushed his entire lenght into you. Yours and Kai’s mouth opening a little, moaning louder than you’ve expected. He kept still for you to adjust, but you showed him that you were more than ready by trying to lift your hips up a little, looking for any kind of friction.
'Please, move, Kai.’ You whispered, your fingers digging into Kai’s biceps, as Kai pulled out and then went back in at agonizingly slow pace. Kai’s thrusts were slow and extremely deep at the begining. He kept filling you all the way up, speeding up with every thrust he made and with every thrust your body was closer to yet another orgasm. You clenched your walls around Kai’s lenght a couple of times, making him moan out loudly and picking up his pace that made his thrusts deep and fast. You bit your lip so hard it almost started to bleed, your fingers digging into Kai’s back. You started clenching around him, Kai knowing you wouldn’t last long. He picked up his pace but his thrusts became more sloppy. A few more thrusts were needed and you came, moaning out Kai’s name, your legs shaking, nails drawing blood on his back. Not long after that, Kai thrusted really hard and stilled, coming inside you, his mouth opened. It was so sexy to see him like that, falling apart and it was all because of you. In the state of an orgasm he burried his head in the crook of your neck as you felt his fangs sinking into your neck. You screamed out from the sharp pain that traveled all the way through your body. He collapsed beside you and pulled you into his arms, trying to catch his breath.
'Here’ he reached out his hand, his blood coming out of his veins, offering you to drink it and heal. You took it without hesitating, feeling two punctured holes in your neck healing quickly.
'I’m sorry about that.’ Kai said, pointing to your neck.
'I don’t mind. It was actually really hot.’ You whispered, getting closer as you cupped his face and kissed him deeply. Your body still felt like jello and you bet if you tried to walk, you’d probably drop to your knees. You wrapped your arm around his torso, drawing small circles on it, fingers gently running through your hair. You didn’t want that moment to end, but one thing was for sure - you were Kai’s and he was yours. For good.
You slouched, face squished on the pillow to your side. Bottles of soju scattered by your side. Your legs tangled between the blankets.
“Shibal seki..” (fucking bastard) you chanted drunkenly. Quickly, your body jumped to stand on the couch. You raised your arm pointing to the imaginary Sehun in front of you from above.
“Seki shi-” you stopped, hiccuping. “No no, that’s wrong. It’s.. shiki.. se..bal?” You slurred dropping your arm and tilting your head.
Your phone chirped and you jumped, tripping over the back of the couch and landing harshly on the floor. Once you stood up, you picked up the device. Although your vision was blurred by the copious amounts of alcohol in your system, somehow you managed to read ‘Park Chanyeol’ on the screen.
“Park.. Chan-” *hiccup* “yeol.” You slid the green button to the side and flipped it on to speaker.
“Y/n?” The phone spoke. You gasped. “Chanyeol?! Are you trapped in there?” You tapped the screen.
The phone sighed. “I was hoping you weren’t wasted.”
“Chanyeol I’m gonna get you outta there!” You ran around your house screaming and opening drawers. “Y/n- no listen to me- hey-” Chanyeol hit his forehead, whining.
“I’m coming over, unlock the door.” Chanyeol said and the phone beeped.
“Chanyeol? Wait how are you gonna come over if you’re stuck in there?” You turned the phone around, furrowing your eyebrows.
A knock at the door startled you, you dropped the cellular and tip toed to the door. Once on your toes, you peaked through the glass. “Sehun! How’d you get hear so fast?”
“I live in the apartment right across from you, Y/n.” He sighed. You gasped, looking around.
“Y/n I can see you. Open the door.” You stood back to realize your peep hole was actually a glass screen door. You giggled and opened the door, hitting yourself in the face on accident.
“You look like shit.” The hit sobered you a bit. You rubbed your forehead. “Do I really? Cause I feel like it.” The slur in your voice said it all.
Your knees began to sway and you felt yourself gliding back, but a hand caught you. Chanyeols hand hooked under your knees and you opened your eyes to see he put you back on the couch.
“I’m pretty sure this is an illegal amount of soju..” he shook his head, tipping a bottle over to find it empty.
“Why did Sehun dump me?” You looked at Chanyeol, blinking as tears welled in your eyes. “Am I a drunk? Or ugly?” Do I have a flat chest?“ Chanyeols mouth opened to speak but he froze as you lifted up your tank top, looking at your breasts, then at Chanyeol. “Am I?” Chanyeol gulped, trying to pull his eyes off your chest but he just couldn’t.
For so long has he looked at you. The way your eyes sparkled. The way you smiled. The way your eyes squinted when you laughed, or when you laughed so hard you started to cry. The way you were afraid of strange things, like vacuum cleaners or the fences in front of jails. The way you always needed someone by your side.
He looked too hard. He looked at the way your eyes sparkled for Sehun. The way you smiled at Sehun. The way your eyes squinted when you laughed at a joke Sehun told. The way you wanted Sehun to hold you when you were scared.
The way you always needed Sehun by your side.
But Sehun left. He left like that meant nothing to him. Like you meant nothing to him. And that made Chanyeol so.. so.. angry.
Because you meant everything to him.
Chanyeol flew forward, pushing your shoulders back onto the couch. You stared up at him blankly. His eyes flickered from yours to your lips. You smiled and kissed him. You’d been waiting so long for this. For the feeling of his lips on yours. He’s everything you’ve ever wanted and needed.
Chanyeol kissed you roughly. The kiss tasted of beer and you and, god, did it make Chanyeol so drunk. You tasted so delicious. He never wanted anything more. His hands traveled up the tank top you lifted early, gripping your breast with the tips of his fingers. Your hands tangled into his coarse hair and you moaned into his mouth.
Chanyeol’s knuckles kneaded your buds. You moaned into his mouth. Your bare legs caressed his atop his pants and that’s when Chanyeol realized you weren’t wearing pants. He pulled away, breathing heavily and smirked. His hands flew quickly to your ass, lifting your hips to meet his. His hips grind against yours, letting you feel what you’ve done to him. He squeezes your ass, lifting one hand and slapping your skin.
“Bad girl.. from now on, why don’t you wear pants when your guy friends come over?” You nod and gulp. Chanyeol’s hands reach up to tear the tank into two. You watch him throw the pieces behind him.
Chanyeols head dives to your chest, his lips immediately engulfing one of your nipples. Your fingers grab his hair, grasping roughly as you squeal. His teeth bite and pull on the flesh. You can’t help but feel guilty.
Because here you are, your ex-boyfriends best friend attached to your chest. And even though you knew it was wrong.
God it felt so right. So good.
“Chanyeol.. don’t stop..” you moan. Chanyeols tongue glides to the dip of your stomach, leaving a strawberry hickey behind as he continues down. He quickly disregards of the restraining underwear and sighs.
“Beautiful.” He whispers, astonished.
His eyes are adoring, but the second he blinks, they darken. He stares up at you, straight to your soul. Chanyeols flicks his tongue on your clit and you hiss. His tongue presses flat and warm against your wet folds and he can’t help but relish in the sweet taste of you. Like cherry.
He towers over you once your eyes open, his cock being pulled from its barriers. Your drunken vision fails to see what you so badly wanted to.
He opened the drawer behind you, pulling a condom from the box.
He hesitates for a second. Flipping the condom over, he groans and tosses it aside. “It’s too small, I guess I’ll fuck you raw.” He begins to position himself. “They fit Sehun..?” You said, holding onto his shoulder as you felt the tip pressed to your entrance.
“Well, I guess not all of us are the same size?” Stars flashed before your eyes as Chanyeol shoved his whole length in. You choked on the scream you needed so badly to release. He paused, feeling you stretch to widths like never before. You fingernails broke the skin on his shoulders. “So.. fucking.. tight..”
He gasped and sighed loudly, falling into your neck. Slowly, he pulled out, feeling your walls shrink back as he did. He thrusted back in and you whimpered. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as he rocked in and out of you. Soon enough, all you could feel was insane pleasure as his pace sped up. His gripped the arm of the couch with one hand and your hip with the other. Your fingers scratched pink lines up his back that would surely be there tomorrow morning.
His pace began to feel unbearable. Unknown sounds left your throat, his grunts in your ear. You were reaching pure bliss; heaven. His thumb reached over and pressed deeply into your clit. Your entire will was abandoned as you screamed his name at the top of your lungs. Strings were untied and you melted beneath his body.
With a few more thrusts, he groaned blissfully and pulled out of your dripping cave. Utopia spewed on your stomach and thighs - Chanyeol’s personal work of art. With heavy breath, he smirked.
“You have no idea how long I waited for that.” He shook his head in disbelief, chest rising and falling quickly.
“I think.. I do..” you creaked. Your voice was lost completely and you coughed. “Did I fuck my baby girl up?”
Chanyeol grinned and snuggled behind you, his sweaty body sticking to yours. He pulled a blanket over the two of you.
“I love you Chanyeol.” You whispered, squeaking a few times. He chuckled, kissing your neck. “Ahh, hush baby. Don’t break your beautiful voice.”
Summary: You’re in charge of giving the newcomers jobs and watching over them.
Note: Sorry it’s taken so long to get this part out!
“It was good for her though, to submit to things that weren’t for her pleasure, but his.”
- Annabel Joseph
You turned back to Brian and he gave you a look as if he didn’t quite understand what was going on.
“So, what’s all this about?” He said looking over his shoulder to David, who was filling up a bucket with some water.
“Negan put me in charge of these three newcomers.”
He blinked, “That’s new. It’s never happened before, but then again, I’ve never seen a wife kill one of the others either.”
You shrugged, “I guess things are changing.”
“For the better.”
“Let’s hope.” You smirked, “Look, just watch David, make sure he does his job. If he doesn’t, then handle it the way you need to.”
He gave you an understanding nod as you turned to head out the door with the other two.
There were a few workers already in the garden, but they could always use more help.
“Well, I’m sure I don’t need to tell you two how to gather food. So, just do it.” You said as you watched over everyone else.
Being in control was weird, and you couldn’t deny that.
You were used to doing your own thing, and having a responsibility over others made you nervous.
What were you to do if something went wrong?
If someone got completely out of line, you’d have to kill them and that was no big deal, it really wasnt.
But you wondered what the fuck you were gonna do if there happened to be a full scale riot or some shit like that.
You wondered why Negan had just thrown you into the deep end and let you go head first into all of this.
You didn’t pretend to not be curious, but at the same time, it was Negan, so you had learned not to ask too many questions.
“What’s the purpose of points?” Ben asked cautiously as he looked over to you.
You rolled you eyes and huffed, “Did you not listen to a thing I told you earlier?”
“No.. I mean, no ma'am, I listened.. It’s just, with the world the way it is, why would it be made anymore difficult. There’s enough struggle.. without, y'know, working for supper.” He said as he swallowed hard, suddenly afraid of what he had just said.
Katherine gave an approving nod at his statement as she picked some tomatoes.
“Because, some order needs to be established again. Nothing is ever going to get any better if we continue to run around like animals.” You snapped at him.
“I understand.. But the guy with the bat.. That’s pretty animalistic, don’t you think?” He said back.
You had to give it to him, he knew he was crossing a line, but he spoke up anyway. You were almost taken aback by him and his boldness to speak so bluntly.
It reminded you of yourself, but at the same time, you weren’t gonna sit back and let them say whatever they wanted.
“Well.” You gave a dark smile, “Some animalistic instincts need to be brought out to keep the order. There is order being established around here, but there are also rules, and if that rule breaking is met with some not-so-nice actions, that’s your own fucking fault. That’s why it’s best if you stick to the rules and do your goddamn job. And that ‘guy with the bat’ is Negan, he’s my leader and your leader. So, unless you want that bat through your skull, you should probably shut up and do your job.” You said bluntly, looking over the both of them.
Ben gave you a nod and turned back to what he was doing without another word. In time, he would come to learn that you weren’t a person to try and cross, and most of all, not to fucking cross Negan.
Katherine put her hand on his shoulder and gave him a sympathetic look.
He returned it with a weak smile.
You smirked and looked at the both of them curiously.
“So, are you two a thing or something?” You said with interest as you studied them both.
They turned around again, exchanging glances with eachother before giving a nod.
“We’re married.” Katherine said, attitude rising in her tone again.
You chewed your lip a bit in frustration with her attitude, but you were overwhelmed with happiness.
You were genuinely happy they were together, that meant she was a woman who wouldn’t be added to Negan’s harem of women.
She still annoyed the fuck out of you, but you gained just the smallest amount of tolerance for her now that you didn’t see her as much of a nuisance to your relationship.
But it didn’t go without saying that you’d still shoot her if she got on your nerves enough.
“That’s cute.” You smirked smugly, shifting your weight on your foot.
Once they were done gathering what they needed, you made your way to the kitchen to return the vegetables to Brian.
Once there, you put Ben and Katherine in charge of helping Brian more.
He was the one of the only cooks for the whole place, and with the amount of people there were around here, he really needed the help.
They all disappeared into the back of the kitchen to start preparations for dinner.
You stood there watching over David who was still in the process of mopping the cafeteria floor.
You walked over to him, and sat on top of a nearby table as he continued.
He turned to you and looked nervous, “Did I do something wrong?”
You held back a laugh and shook your head, “No, you’re fine. Jesus, are you really that scared of me?”
It was honestly very funny to you, no one had ever been afraid of you as he seemed to be, whether or not he was playing it up to get on your good side, you had to admit that it felt good.
He nodded, “Well, you did threaten to kill us.”
“As long as you don’t give me a reason to, then I won’t. We’re all reasonable people here.”
He continued mopping the floor and you held small talk for a while. He was more tolerable than the other two, and even a bit likeable if you said so yourself.
“Can I ask how long you been here, ma'am?” He asked, looking over his shoulder.
You ran a hand through your hair, not answering.
Not because it was a question you didn’t wanna answer, but you honestly had to think about it.
“Almost 2 months.” You said after a bit of though.
“That doesn’t seem too long.”
“No, it’s not.”
“So..” He trailed off.
“So what?” You shrugged your shoulders.
“I’m not trying to be disrespectful, but are you… I mean, are you really Negan’s wife?” He said raising an eyebrow.
You clenched your jaw, wanting to get mad at this, but knew that it would be stupid you did.
“If what you’re asking is if I’m his real wife, then no. Any girl that comes here that Negan likes he’ll ask them to be a wife, and being one has benefits. He asked your friend to be a wife.” You said in a sour tone.
He could see the displeased look on your face.
“Sorry. I was just asking, because it seems like he has a lot, so I was thinking if you’re his actual wife, then I was wondering what your stance on that was.”
“I’m considered his favorite, and my stance is none of your fucking business, David.” You growled in a low tone.
He nodded quickly, “Sorry, I shouldn’t have said anything. Just trying to make conversation. This isn’t the easiest situation to be in.”
“I know it’s not, but make it easier on yourself and not say things that could potentially get your head bashed in, huh?”
He shot you a nervous look, stopping what he was doing to see the serious look you were giving him, and he saw that you weren’t joking around or just giving him a hard time.
Life at the sanctuary, plus the countless things you’ve had to endure were hardening you.
You quickly dropped your gaze from him, you knew you were probably being too harsh on him at that time, but you couldnt help it.
“My apologies, ma'am.” He said slowly, sticking the mop back into the bucket.
He had finally got finished mopping the entire room, and you looked over it carefully, looking for any spots he would have missed.
Because you knew what Negan would say if the shit wasn’t perfect.
He’d be on your ass, more so than the new ones since you were the one in charge of them.
But everything looked fine and you turned back to him.
“How does it look?” He asked with a weak smirk.
You gave him a crooked smile, “It looks just fine. I guess you’ll get your points for the day.”
“Is this what I’m gonna be doing everyday?” He asked.
You shook your head, “Not necessarily, you’ll do whatever work is available.”
“How would I go about getting a gun?”
You shot him a hostile look, “What?”
“Like you, is what I mean. Your job seems better, how can I do something like that?”
“That’s something you’re nowhere near trustworthy to do. It’s something you have to earn the right to do. Best you can hope for is gathering supplies.” You said with your eyes narrowed.
“Well, I’ll do that then.”
“We’ll see.” You crossed your arms.
The door to the cafeteria as Dwight appeared from behind it, looking to you, “Hey (Y/N), how are the new ones doing?”
“They’re fine, Dwight. Can I help you.”
“Yeah. Negan is going on a run, he says they should learn to scavenge for him.”
“The other two are helping Brian in the kitchen, you know he needs the help. But this one-” You pointed to David, “is free.”
Dwight nodded, “Alright, let the boss know about the others. Bring him with you.” He said before exiting the room again.
You turned to David, “It looks like it’s your lucky day. Ready for a field trip?”
“Where to?” He asked, running a hand through his beard.
You rolled your eyes, “Wherever the fuck we can find shit at, now come on.” You said, walking out of the room, motioning him to follow.
The vehicles were gathered out front as they usually were when there was a run to be made.
You kept an eye on David as you walked over to them.
You spotted Arat standing near one and she waved you over to her.
“Out and about, I see.” You said happily to her.
She was beaming from ear to ear, happy to finally be out of the infirmary, with her gun back on her hip.
“Yeah, about damn time, too. I missed this.” She said in relief.
You nodded, “Tell me about it.”
She noticed the man standing near you, “Where are your other two tag alongs?”
You chuckled, “Kitchen duty. I’ve found them a job helping Brian.”
“Good. He needs it. I don’t like the girl.” She said, propping her arm against the truck.
“We’re on the same page then.”
You could hear Negan approaching from the slew of loud obscenities that were heard, he wasnt even angry, that was just Negan.
You and Arat turned towards the voice to see him walking out with Simon.
“Keep this shit in fuckin’ line.” You overheard him say to someone as he made his way closer to you.
You smiled as he walked in your direction, he had the usual sly smirk on his face, and Lucille perched on his leather shoulder, but dropped her to his side once he was in front of you.
He looked over to Arat and David and sucked his teeth.
“Do you two fuckin’ mind? I’d like a goddamn word with my wife.”
Arat nodded and made her way to the other side of the yard and David walked away nervously a couple of paces before he stood very still, not knowing where to go.
“Christ.” Negan said looking over to him, “Kind of a nervous motherfucker, isn’t he?”
“Yeah, he’s nervous that he’s gonna be killed.” You said, looking over to him.
Negan chuckled, “Well, I can’t fuckin’ blame him for that one, especially with you looking over him.”
“Right. Look who’s talking. I told him if he didn’t give me a reason, there’s no need to be nervous.” You said, looking up to Negan.
He licked his lips as he looked back down to you, “It’s the fuckin’ truth. I don’t like nervous motherfuckers though. They have a fuckin’ tendency to fuck up quickly.”
“Then you’re gonna be thrilled when you hear that he wants to have a job like mine.”
Negan shot a look over to him, then back to you with his eyes narrowed, “Fuck that shit. How the fuck do you know, darlin’?”
“He told me.” You said.
“And what the fuck did you tell him?” Negan began clenching his jaw.
“I let him know he’s not truthworthy for that.” You said quickly.
“I was gonna tell him that anyway. I wouldn’t trust him with a gun right now, same as you.” You grimaced thinking about the amount of scars you had already collected since you’ve been here, with your luck, if David had a gun he’d probably shoot you first.
“How are the other two?” He asked, cocking his head.
“So far they’re compliant with me. But they could change at any time.”
“You seem to be doing fine so fuckin’ far. New arrivals are like problem dogs, they have to be fuckin’ trained, baby.” He said, giving you a smirk.
“I didn’t need to be trained.” You answered, biting your lip.
Negan gave a chuckle and closed his eyes to take in a breathe, “Darlin’, I’ve pretty much fuckin’ learned that I’ll never be able to tame you. I can punish you, but I fuckin’ know you’re unbreakable.”
“Does that bother you?”
“No. It just reassures me that you’re my fuckin’ favorite wife.”
You smiled and dropped your head for a moment before looking back up to him.
“Look, just keep him the fuck in line when we go out there.” Negan said with a nod towards David.
“I will, Negan.”
He gave you a wink and propped Lucille back onto his shoulder, before stepping over to the truck.
You gave a whistle to David to signal him back over to you.
After everyone was situated you got into the truck with Negan, making David sit in the back compatment, where the supplies would go.
Negan didn’t want him sitting up front with either of you.
“He’s fuckin’ scared of you.” Negan said, almost to himself.
You looked over to him, “I know he is.”
Negan cut his eyes to the side to look back at you, “Yeah, he is. But I’ve fuckin’ noticed he looks at you like he might have a fuckin’ crush, darlin’.”
You held yourself back from smirking.
The thought of David having a crush on you made you smile, because you could see the slight annoyance on Negan’s face at the thought of another man having a thing for you, and God forbid if he let the thought of another man having you crossed his mind.
You loved seeing Negan’s jealous side, especially when it was over you.
His protectiveness and feelings for you came out when he got jealous and you loved it.
You rolled your eyes a bit, “Christ Negan, he just got here. I doubt he wants to throw me down a fuck me already.”
Negan shot you a dangerous look.
He didn’t have to speak, you knew that look well.
It was his signature look that said, 'Watch what the fuck you’re saying to me.’
“Darlin’, stop rolling your goddamn eyes.” He said wrapping his fingers into your hair, pulling you towards him.
You sucked in a small breathe at the sudden annoying pain that always happens when he pulled your hair without warning.
“Alright, alright.” You whined back.
“Please, don’t fuckin’ forget that I still fuckin’ run things around here.” He growled softly.
“Yes, Negan.” You nodded back, biting your lip.
After a while of riding, you finally arrived into a small, desolate neighborhood.
It was the usual drill; get out and gather whatever useful supplies that you were able to find, put them in the trucks, and get the hell back to the sactuary.
You all exited your vehicles and spread out, going to different houses.
Negan watched you as you and David made your way into a small two story house.
You could see him, his grip tightened around Lucille, and his eyes narrowed into his usual angry, sexy stare that he always seemed to give you.
You and he were in an intense staring competition for a moment, until you reached the door of the house.
“Go ahead in.” You said to David, breaking your gaze from Negan’s.
“But I don’t have a weapon.” He turned his head quickly, giving you a look.
You took a breathe, “Well, you better hope there’s something in here you can use.”
David shook his head and walked in first without much more protest when he caught a glance of the gun in your holster.
Imagine: Seeing Anakin after he turned to the Dark Side
For @ataaurelly… Enjoy!
It was gone. The Jedi Temple. It was gone. All that was left was flaming and tattered rubble and dust filled the thick air, making your throat itch terribly. You clambered over the fallen Temple, tears stinging your eyes and falling down your cheeks. There was no life in sight. It was uneasily quiet, despite the roaring engines of the distant traffic of Coruscant.
There was a crack behind you. You spun around, igniting your lightsaber and holding it firmly in both of your hands. Your heart started to pound as you examined the… person in front of you.
They were several yards away, a dark hood pulled over their face and a robe draped over their body. They seemed to be bowing as their head was tilted slightly in your direction. You pointed your lightsaber at them, its drone breaking the eery silence.
“Who are you?” You said, your voice seeming to crack like thunder. The hooded figure took a step towards you, almost apprehensively. Your whole body stiffened and you stood your ground rigidly. From underneath the hood, a chuckle escaped.
“I can still hear their screams.” They barely whispered. “I can still hear the younglings scream.”
You narrowed your eyes. That voice, it was so familiar. But who-
Their hood was scraped back by a pale hand, revealing a face you thought had died so many years ago. Your breath left your lungs instantly.
“Anakin?” You gasped, unable to comprehend who was in front of you. It was really him. It was really Ani.
But, it wasn’t. His eyes, his skin, his… smile, was different. The way he smiled was sickening and his eyes sent icy shivers down your back. They were wide and never remained still for more than a few seconds, as if he had to study everything in his path. His skin was like parchment, as white as a canvas. It looked as if he hadn’t slept in decades.
“Hello, Y/N.” He breathed, a terrible grin wrinkling his snowy cheeks. You stood awe-struck, staring at him.
“What happened to you?” You whispered, looking him up and down. If it weren’t for the fairly large robe hanging from his shoulders, you would see his dreadfully skinny figure. He barely ate anything anymore. Palatine had to force him to eat.
“Pain. Pain and suffering.” He replied simply, his voice quiet. “Y/N, I’m afraid.”
You were taken aback by these words. Certainly Anakin couldn’t be saying this. Anakin Skywalker, the Jedi who killed Count Dooku and saved Queen Amidala from the Petranaki Arena, was anything but afraid.
“Ani,” You moved to touch him but he shrank away, making himself even smaller than he already was. You tried not to show your hurt.
“How can I help you?” You murmured. He merely shook his head.
“I’m too far gone.” He said simply, looking defeated. Your throat swelled.
“Ani, come with me. You’re dying. I can help you.”
“I’m already dead, Y/N.” He whispered.
The words hit you like a tidal wave. Your face twitched as you felt his agony and misery and you willed yourself not to cry in front of Anakin.
After several seconds, Anakin pulled his hood over his eyes with a scrawny hand.
“How is Obi Wan?” He asked in a whisper. You swallowed.
“He’s gone. He disappeared after you left with Palpatine.”
Anakin looked unfazed. Instead, he started to back away from you, placing his feet strategically on smoldering pieces of rubble.
“Don’t give in to the Dark Side. It will destroy you.”
That was all he said before the feeble Sith spun around and plodded away, without so much as a second glance over his shoulder. You watched him until he disappeared just as he did all those years ago.
REQUEST: Can you write a Seb x reader imagine where he usually wakes up before the reader but this time reader woke up first and he finds her dancing wearing just his shirt in the kitchen making him breakfast and she doesn’t notice him there and he realizes how lucky he is to have her and he proposes or something with a lot of fluff please
Sebastian was an early riser. Always had been.
When he woke up that Wednesday morning, he was extremely surprised that you weren’t right there next to him. He normally woke up before you and was often given the task of trying to get you out of bed. You loved your valued sleep time.
Rolling onto his back, he lied in bed and wondered if you had left to do something that morning. He couldn’t remember if you mentioned that you had an errand to run or anything.
Warnings: Implied sexual assault, angst, and sad fluff
A/N: ***I WILL BE POSTING AN ALTERNATE ENDING LATER*** I hope you all enjoy this! Feedback is welcomed and appreciated! <3 I love you all so much! <3 <3
As you walked into the squad room all dressed up for a blind date, you got looks from your team. All of them looking you up and down with wide grins of approval. You were lucky to close a case early enough in the evening to still go on your date. You had forgotten your phone at your desk. It was on your way to the restaurant anyway.
“Wow look atcha [Y/N],” LaSalle mused. “Goin’ on some special date?”
“Yeah, I just forgot my phone at my desk,” you replied. “My friend set me up on a blind date with one of her friends. It’s a new thing for me, but I’m excited nevertheless.”
“Ah’ve never seen ya so dressed up [Y/N],” Pride joked as he walked into the room. “Is there some special occasion?”
These requests were tricky, even when merged. I couldn’t see Steve and Bucky fighting, least of all over a girl. By the time I fleshed it out into something plausible, I’d written a 12 part series. Literally. It’s sat in a Word document waiting for me to edit it. I’m super proud. So @all-nerds-here and @avengers4ever, consider this the beginning of a Bucky x Reader series. Enjoy, my darlings!
Prompt[s]: Could you write another Bucky fic plz? Where the reader is an “old soul” and listens to ‘40s music and likes vintage stuff. Bucky meets her when shes listening to music and thinks shes cute and tells Steve about her and they start fighting over her
could you do a request for me? … Could you do a Bucky x reader where Bucky, Steve, and the reader knew each other back in the 40s, but then when Bucky and Steve are in the current century they think she’s dead, but they run into each other after all this time and they compete for her but she falls for Bucky?
Civil War (Part 1)
Captain America’s shield was iconic. Any decade, with any
person, the infamous red, white, and blue resonated with many and strikes fear
into the hearts of the rest. He was legendary.
Steven Rogers, on the other hand, was known by few, and
that’s just how he liked it. When he picked up his shield, he was Captain
America and the world knew him, but when he stepped away from the fame, he had
only his close friends; the best of those being Bucky Barnes.
Request: One shot of kylo falling in love with someone that has an even worse temper than him
A/N: So this ended up being much more longer than I expected? Oops! Anyways, enjoy my lovely kylovers :)
Word Count: 4.8K+
It must’ve been unheard of to have someone on the Resistance to have a strong temper–it wasn’t like you destroyed the place when things didn’t go your way–but you were pretty verbal, and when it came to war and being on the battlefield, it was as if the enemy saw the devil in you as they cowered in fear. It was, without a doubt, a fact that you were one of the Resistance’s best soldiers to date. Though, you weren’t Force Sensitive nor were you a ‘helluva pilot’, you were exactly what the Resistance needed when it needed a role model. Your presence was intimidating, you held your ground awfully well, and your integrity was high. It was no wonder the general decided to recruit a person like you.
The rest of the guys were out, and they’d be out for a few more hours. Jack was tired, you could see it in his face and the way he acted. You were just chilling on the balcony out side of his apartment, no one else was out there and no one below you could see. An idea ran through your brain, no, you couldn’t, but that little voice in your head wouldn’t go away.
You moved, off your chair and into Jack’s lap. You weren’t having a conversation or talking in general, maybe a few words here and there, really just admiring the view above LA. You sat sideways on Jack’s lap, easy for you to move and easy for you to get him turned on. You lent your body into his chest, putting your head on his shoulder and kissing down the side of his neck. He let out a pleased sigh, but didn’t move his hands away from your leg and hip. You moved your hands up to his bare shoulders, leaving one hand there while moving the other down his chest and abdominal area. You left that hand on his abs, while you continued kissing his neck. The hand that was on his shoulder moved to his cheek, pushing his head so he was facing you where you could kiss him and let his tongue invade your mouth.
It wasn’t long until you broke the kiss off and got off Jack’s lap. Moving to your knees in between his legs. Your hands reached for the top of his jeans, as you unbuttoned and unzipped them open. He raised his hips while you pulled both his jeans and boxers down to his ankles. You didn’t bother taking them off completely as Jack was already upright.
You spat on your hand and moved it to his member, taking a hold of it and moving your hand up and down a few times. You built up the spit in your mouth, avoiding swallowing for a minute or so. You moved your lips over and around his member, moving your head down slowly. You moved your head back up to his tip with a slight suck, as your tongue ran along the bottom of his dick, feeling every ridge and vein.
His head went back and a loud groan fell from his mouth. You continued the motion of down and up with your hands supporting yourself on his thighs. The moans and groans flowing from Jack’s mouth, telling you he was getting closer and closer to his climax.
You looked up to see Jack’s face, he was squinting, trying to keep his eyes open when they so badly wanted to be closed. You could see the slight smile on his face as his tongue came out to lick his top lip. You moaned around his member, sending a vibration through his body. His head went back and he was panting, his hands griping onto the chair arm tightly. You felt him twitch inside your mouth as a loud groan left his mouth. He repeated your name over and over as he came into your mouth.
You gladly swallowed, and pulled off his dick with a pop sound. His hand moved into your hair at the back of your head as you stood with your hands on the chair arms. He pulled your lips to his, kissing you harshly, but sweetly. When you pulled away you heard the door click and the voices come in through the apartment, Jack pulled up his boxers and jeans as you went and sat on the chair where you were sitting before.
– A Danisnotonfire One Shot (as requested by Anon)
through the streets of London in the middle of the night was my new favorite
thing to do. Seeing the captivating lights and feeling the cool breeze made me
feel like the world had a true talent of making divine creations. Maybe that’s
why my boyfriend, Dan, came into my life – to show me yet another example of a
beautiful product placed on this Earth. It’s as if all the planets and constellations
got together and said, “Yep, this one’s our best work yet. The girl who gets
him better feel lucky as hell.” Which, of course, I do.
my last relationship, I had grown to believe that men don’t show affection. I didn’t
know what being properly courted felt like. My ex, Jackson, was never the one
to hold my hand in public, or tell me how much I meant to him. He’d never text
me back, he always cancelled plans with me at the very last minute, and most
importantly, he never said “I love you”, even when I said it to him. It nearly
crushed my dream of finding a man who could make me feel like I was worth
something, like I was important. Then, just in the nick of time, Dan waltzed
into my life right as I ended the relationship with Jackson.
as Dan was showing me the most magnificent sights in London, I couldn’t help
but feel maybe the most perfect sight was standing right in front of me,
holding my hand proudly.
(Y/N), that’s pretty much the last of the places I wanted to show you in the
city.” Dan said as we walked away from a barrier that overlooked the classic
frowned, thinking the night was over. “I had an amazing time,” I said
earnestly, “you have no idea how much this night meant to me.”
looked confused. “No, (Y/N), I said this is the last place I wanted to show you
in the CITY. This night isn’t over!” He guaranteed. “I have a few places I want
to take you that are more local. Is that alright with you?”
grinned, and gave him a kiss on the cheek. “More than alright,” I said, and
laid my head on his shoulder as we continued walking down the pavement. He took
his hand out of mine and wrapped his arm around my waist to pull me closer. He
kissed the top of my head lovingly. He was warm, and smelled like expensive
cologne. I knew in that moment this was the feeling of being wanted.
we walked a couple of blocks south, I asked him where we were headed. “It’s a
surprise,” Dan said playfully, “a sweet surprise.” I could tell he was trying
to give me a hint, but I pretended to be oblivious, just to give him the full
satisfaction of my surprised reaction.
few more blocks down the way we were going, he turned to me and said, “This is
the point where you have to close your eyes.”
will I be able to see where I’m going?” I asked. “I’ll guide you, obviously,”
he said. “How do I know you won’t guide me into the oncoming traffic? I could
die, Dan. DIE.” I emphasized jokingly. “You won’t die, because I won’t guide
you into the traffic. I think you underestimate how much I care for you, (Y/N).”
Dan answered, chuckling afterwards. I smiled so hard, my face hurt.
closed my eyes for him. I felt him put one hand at the small of my back, and
grab my upper arm with the other. We slowly walked across the street as the
traffic lights turned red. It was a whole new sensation only trusting him and
the ground below me to guide me to our destination. Once we crossed the street,
and walked a few more steps, I smelled a clean and sweet aroma along with a
cold gust of wind. “Alright,” Dan said as he adjusted my body to be directly in
front of the place, “you can open your eyes now!”
I opened my eyes, I wish I hadn’t. My smile fell, and I looked down to the
ground to avoid looking at what was in front of me. We were standing in front
of an ice cream parlor. That wasn’t the problem, of course. The problem was
that this exact ice cream parlor was where my ex-boyfriend worked.
noticed my disappointed look immediately. “Oh no, what’s wrong? You don’t like
this place?” he questioned caringly. “No, no, I love this place. It’s just that…
ugh, I don’t want to talk about it.” I responded. “Do you want to go somewhere
else for ice cream? I think there’s another place around the corner, but it
might be closed…” Dan tried to resolve this as best he could, which made me
want to please him even more. “No, babe, it’s okay, we’re already here. Plus,
this is your favorite spot. Don’t worry about me.” He smiled, and kissed me. We
walked into the parlor, and I braced myself for any chance of seeing my ex.
Dan and I made our way down the glass display, picking out our ice cream
flavors, I thought we were clear of any run-ins. But of course, with my shit
luck, I saw him at the end of the line, ringing up orders in the cash register.
I already knew this was going to suck. Not only for me, but for Dan as well.
reluctantly walked up to the register, Dan in tow. When Jackson glanced up, he
had to do a double take to make sure it was actually me. His expression was almost
unreadable, but from what I could tell he was at least slightly surprised.
could I please have one scoop of vanilla on a waffle cone?” I asked politely,
pretending that I had no idea who he was. He laughed, and said, “Vanilla, huh?
I always thought chocolate was your favorite.” Dan turned to me, confused. “Do
you come here often, (Y/N)?” He asked. “No, actually,” Jackson interjected, “not
often enough. She doesn’t seem to remember me.”
yes, Jackson, I remember you. How are you doing? Fine? Great. Dan, please
order.” I said hastily. “I AM doing fine, thanks for asking so sincerely.” He
said. “And I can see you’re doing fine as well. So, so fine.” He winked at me.
The hair on my neck raised in uncomfortable tension. Dan held onto my hand a
who is this?” Dan asked. “I’m her ex,” Jackson interjected again, “I’m hurt she
doesn’t talk about me more often.”
a reason, Jackson.” I scoffed. “Dan, what do you want, babe?”
I just have a mint chocolate chip scoop so we can just get on with our night,
please?” Dan ordered stiffly. “Babe, huh? I loved when you called me that.”
Jackson sneered. I wanted to throw up.
mate, she just wants the vanilla cone. That’s the ONLY thing she wants from
you. Ever.” Dan barked defensively. He now had his arm on my waist, holding
tight. Jackson rolled his eyes, and yelled the order to the other girl working
behind the counter. She handed him our ice cream cones, which he then handed to
us. Dan pulled out a 20, and threw it onto the counter. “Keep the change,
wanker.” He growled as we walked out of the parlor quickly.
we got outside, he pulled my face towards his, and gave me a deep kiss. With tongue.
Right in front of the window looking into the parlor. I kissed back, feeling my
growing desire for him fueled by the anger I had towards Jackson. When we both
pulled away, I looked through the window, and saw Jackson slamming his apron
onto the top of the ice cream display case, while also looking back at us
furiously. I laughed, and turned back to face Dan.
to know something?” I said through a smile.
Dan breathed out, his chin coming forward to lean in for another kiss. “You
look sexy when you get jealous.” I whispered, before revisiting his lips with
AN: *Sobs for hours bc this gif breaks my heart* OMG poor baby…Thank you for the unique request anon! *I do not own the gif, found on google. Please ignore any spelling errors! Xoxoxoxo :3
Pairing: Pietro (AoU) X Reader
Prompt: Hi I was wondering if you could do I guess a one shot for Pietro where he’s friends with and or is dating the reader and she has to go somewhere and he doesn’t want her to go so they get in a fight about it then sometime after she leaves she gets in a wreck and doesn’t remember him/the avengers and he’s never told so one day he sees her on the street and wants to talk to her but can’t bc she has no idea she knew him/the team. Please include the team of you want. I also love, love your imagines.
Warning: Memory loss, car crash, swearing, over all sad theme
Your eyes stung with tears of anger as you slammed your hand on your nightstand and took your car keys in your shaking fingers. “I am going, Pietro, and you have no right to stop me.”
“I have every right, you are my girlfriend.” Pietro said from the other side of the room, then zoomed over to you and tried to pry the keys from you. “This is so stupid, Y/N!”
“Visiting my mother isn’t stupid, you inconsiderate bastard!” You spat at him.
“It’s pouring out, you won’t be able to see two feet in front of you when you are driving.” Pietro said, jutting a finger in the direction of your bedroom window. “It’s dangerous to go out in a storm like this.”
“I haven’t seen my mom in months.” You growled angrily, but also with an underlining tone of sadness. You had been so tied up with your work with the team and training, and this was the only day you managed to get off. You were not giving it up just because of the rain!
Your boyfriend was very important to you, but so was your family. You knew, deep down, that he was right about the entire situation, but you refused to listen.
You narrowed your eyes at him and shoved him out of the way, snatching your coat and bag from your bed. “I am going!”
His bright blue eyes widened furiously, then he crossed his arms over his chest and snarled at you, “Fine, go. And you know what? When–no, if you come back, you won’t have a boyfriend anymore.”
His words stung you, but you had to maintain your pride. “Yeah? Well, guess what Maximoff? You’re going to loose your girlfriend.”
You took two long strides to the door, Pietro just stood where he was and watched you while he sulked in his own negative energy. You opened it, then paused for a moment.
“Actually, you already have.” You said, but this time your voice was much quieter and much, much more broken.
You ran past every one of your teammates in the tower with your head down and tears streaming down your face. You made it to the parking garage alright, but when you climbed into your car and shut the door, you broke down in sobs.
You absolutely hated fighting with Pietro. You two barley ever had serious arguments, just a little bickering here and there, nothing ever big. But this? You were pretty sure that the two of you had just broken up.
You turned the car on and peeled out of the garage, only to be met with a blast of rain and wind. Yes, you had seen worse, but your upset and chaotic emotions made it all that more difficult to drive.
You were almost out of the city, just a few more roads to go before you hit the bridge, but you never made it. Your sluggish thoughts slowed your reaction time, so by the time you looked to your left and saw another car coming at the side of you in the intersection, it was too late.
The last thing you felt was your brain shutting down, and your heart being shattered into a million different fragments. You had never felt so much pain in your life.
It has been weeks since he had last seen Y/N. At first, he didn’t worry all that much. He just assumed that she had decided to stay a few extra days with her mother because she was so upset at him, but then things began to change.
SHIELD agents came into the tower and began to clear out all of her stuff; putting them in labeled boxes and eventually loading them up into a truck to be shipped off. Pietro stood by and watched them sort through everything she owned, but every time he asked why they were doing it, they told him that they were under strict orders not to tell. Wanda, of course, was out on a mission at the time, so she could not search their minds for him.
No one on the team knew anything about what had happened to her, it was like she had just fallen off the face of the earth.
Pietro began to question if she had ever made it to her mom’s house, or if something had happened to her on the drive. He consistently played the fight that he had with her in his mind over and over again. He was convinced that the last words he would ever get to say to her was when he told her that he was breaking up with her.
Well, that was until he saw her on the streets.
He was walking up the busy and crowded New York City street side to get Wanda her favorite iced coffee from a small café a few blocks away from the tower, and that was when he had spotted her.
He had done it a few times before; thought he had seen her, but when he blinked it was someone else entirely. However, this time, there was no mistake in it. The way her Y/H/C fell around her shoulders, they way she smiled, even the way her shoulders shook when she laughed. It was Y/N, there was no question in his mind.
There she was, sitting in a window booth in the very same café he was heading to.
When he walked inside he was greeted by the scent of pastries and coffee, along with the sight of the love of his life. She was alone, fiddling with her thumbs, and occasionally looking over to the long line where Pietro saw her mother waiting to order their drinks.
The two of them were in the city…and they hadn’t even thought to call? To tell him, and the rest of the team, that she was even alive?
“Y/N…” Pietro said, though he had trouble finding the will to push the words out of his numb lips.
She looked up at the sound of her name, then tilted her head to the side in confusion at Pietro. “Do I know you?”
“Y/N, of course you know me.” Pietro said with a nervous laugh. “What are you talking about?”
“You must have me confused with someone else, sir.” She said with a small smile, looking genuinely sorry.
“Who are you talking to?” Her mother’s voice said from behind Pietro, then came around to put the drinks on the table. When she slid into the booth next to her daughter and looked at him, all the color drained from her face. “Oh, no.”
“What do you mean, ‘oh no’?” Pietro said through tight lips as he tried to conceal his anger. He didn’t want to scare Y/N off. “Why is it that she can’t remember me?”
Her mother gently grabbed her arm and began to tug her away from the table and towards the door. “Honey, we should go.”
She shook her head furiously, clearly trying to put all of the pieces together. “Mom, what is going on?”
Her mother didn’t answer, she just pulled her out of the café and back into the streets quickly. Pietro was too numb to chase after her, he just stood there and looked at Y/N with tears in his eyes as she went with her mother.
“I want Fury, now!”
Pietro stormed into the tower with a dark look etched on his face. He was past the sadness, now he was down right furious. He wanted answers.
“Brother, what happened?” Wanda came up to him and placed a comforting hand on his arm, but he ripped himself out of her touch and marched over to Stark.
“Stark, contact Fury. I want to speak with him.” He hissed at Tony.
Tony held his hands up and distanced himself from Pietro. “Whoa, Speedy, maybe we should calm down a bit–”
“We don’t have time to calm down!” Pietro’s eyes were ablaze with a fire that Wanda had never seen. “I need to talk to him now!”
Wanda had had enough of guessing, so she jumped into his mind and sorted through his emotions to find the source of his rage.
Pietro saw as Wanda gasped and left his thoughts, her crimson eyes wide open in shock. “You found Y/N?”
The entire team’s gaze snapped up to him, and that was when Tony’s tone got much more serious. “Meet me in the lab, I’ll get ahold of him.”
Every one of the Avengers crowded around a large screen which had Fury projected onto it. Pietro stood in the middle with his sister holding onto his arms to support him.
“What was this about, Pietro?” Fury said, sounding tired and annoyed like always. But, unlike most times, Pietro wasn’t intimidated by him. He had much more important things on his mind.
“What haven’t you told us about Y/N’s disappearance?” Pietro asked, his tone hard and bitter.
Fury didn’t seem surprised. “I am not permitted to tell you anything about it.”
“I’m not playing fucking games, Fury!” Pietro shouted at him.“I just ran into the love of my life on the streets, and she had no fucking idea who I even was! So, you are going to tell me everything you know, right now, or else Quicksilver isn’t going to be apart of the Avengers anymore.”
The entire team made similar threats, which put Fury in a pretty tight position. He couldn’t afford to loose everyone.
“Fine, but just know that I’m breaking the rules.” Fury said with a bitter sigh. “Y/N got into a serious car crash the night she left Avengers Tower.”
Pietro felt his stomach drop to his feet.
“She was able to pull through, clearly, but the more recent years of her life had been wiped clean from her memory due to a head injury she received.” Fury explained. “Once she was cleared from the hospital, her mother informed SHIELD that Y/N would be unable to work for us again, and that she wished for the details of the incident to be private.”
“W-what?” Pietro said, he felt his body swaying back and forth. “Why would she not want to tell us what happened?”
“She said that she didn’t want her daughter to be involved with the team again, she thinks that this type of life is too dangerous for her. She saw a chance to pull her out and she did.”
Silence fell over the team, and even Fury looked a little shaken himself. He had never gotten to know Y/N like the team did, but he still saw her as a good person from the few times he did meet her. He knew that she didn’t deserve what life gave her.
“Is she ever going to remember us?” Wanda asked quietly.
“It’s unclear, the hospital couldn’t determine whether it would be short-lived or permanent."
Wanda’s crimson lips curled up into a smile, and she hit her brother’s arms excitedly. "I have an idea! What if I went into her mind and tired to unlock her old memories?”
Pietro looked over at his twin and kissed both of her cheeks. “We have to try. We have to.”
Fury had contacted Y/N’s mother and, after a lot of reasoning, had convinced her to take Y/N to the tower and see if they can restore her memory. Her mother wasn’t to keen on the idea of her possibly remembering her life as an Avenger, however, in the end she recognized that her selfish desire to want her daughter safe with her shouldn’t overrule Y/N’s right to having her memory.
Y/N was escorted through the tower by Natasha to the common room, where Wanda and Pietro had a seat pulled up for her to sit in. Pietro could see her eyes flicking around as she soaked her surroundings in, and he could see a dim sense of familiarity.
She looked over at him and smiled a little as she recognized him as the man from the café. Pietro felt his heart clench, this had to work.
Wanda guided her by her shoulders over to the seat, then kneeled down so that she was right in front of her. “This won’t hurt, okay?”
She nodded slowly, though Pietro could see the fear in her. Almost out of instinct, he reached out and grabbed her hand.
Wanda reached up and gently placed her finger tips on Y/N’s forehead, and a string of red energy began to flow through her skin and to her head.
Pietro stood by her side every second, and felt her squeeze his hand when she began to get uncomfortable.
Wanda’s eyes narrowed as she searched through her thoughts and suppressed memories, then slowly but surely began to release them from where they had been stuck.
Y/N’s eyes were screwed shut at the sensation of her brain being picked at, but she remained strong and stuck it through. Pietro was so very proud of her, even if it didn’t work. He would always love her, even if she never remembers that she used to feel the same way about him.
“I have done all I can do.” Wanda said with a sigh as she sat down fully on the floor, breathing heavily. “I have no idea how many memories I was able to bring to the surface, it could be all or it could be none.”
Wanda scooted out of the way so that Pietro could come in front of her. He crouched down to be eye level with Y/N and placed a head on each of her shoulders.
“Baby, open your eyes.”
She slowly obeyed, and she saw him sitting in front of her she jumped onto him and planted the biggest kiss she could onto his lips.
Nearly falling, he wrapped his arms around her waist and stood up with her, then spun her around while he continued to kiss her. The rest of the team was laughing and letting go of the breathes that they had been holding onto.
“Piet I love you.” Y/N mumbled against his lips, tears falling down her cheeks. “I love you so much.”
He let go of her lips and planted smaller, more gentle kissed on her cheeks and forehead. “Baby, I missed you so much.”
He was never, ever going to let her go again.
((I’m not sure if I like how this one turned out or not…?))
You laid there, silent, together, and almost naked in his bed, completely content. Well, he was. You, on the other hand, were nervously mulling over a big decision. Isaac was in the process of drifting off, his chin on your shoulder and arm resting around your waist. You were wearing underwear and one of his shirts, and he was wearing just a pair of his boxers- the typical couples wear at night. His curly hair and light breathing tickled the side of your face. Your bodies were pressed together and it was suffocating you.
“Babe? What’s wrong?” He sleepily asked, yawning, and half awake. His arm tightened around your waist and he nuzzled his nose into your neck. Why did we have to be so close?
“Nothing.” You answered far too quickly, more sweat forming on your forehead. It was way too hot in here.
“Babe. Your heartbeat’s going like, a thousand miles a minute. Something’s wrong.” You separated yourself from him and sat up, away from him. He sat up with you. You stood up from the bed and started to pace. He swung his legs over the side of the bed and looked up at you.
“Isaac. I gotta tell you something.” You blew out a deep breath and rubbed your hands down your face. He stood up and placed his hands on both of your shoulders, looking into your eyes.
“Just tell me… I promise, whatever it is, we’ll both get through it. Together.” We both smiled.
“Ok. Well…" You exhaled, putting off what you were about to say for at least a few more seconds. “I’m not exactly… Human… I’m not human Isaac.” You turned your head and squeezed your eyes shut, feeling the weight of the truth being lifted from your shoulders but at the same time, fear of his reaction. You awaited whatever questions or shouting would be fired your way.
But nothing of the sort came. Instead, he started to laugh. Now you were the one who was confused.
“Babe… I already knew that- we all do actually. We just decided that it was just best if you told us.” His hands moved from your shoulders to either side of your face. God, you really love the way the moonlight made his eyes glint. That, and his laughter. And his smile. It makes you fall for him all over again
“Ok, but how did you-“
“Know? It was your scent. Sexy as hell, but not human.” You smiled and looked away, beyond glad. He slid his hands down, past your shoulders, and onto your hips. The moment going from tense to playful in just a look and a new placement for his hands.
“Million dollar question babe… What are you?” You looked at him sideways, your head still facing away from him. You felt yourself blushing.
“I’m a… I’m a Phoenix.” You finally faced at him and changed your eyes to their bright, fiery orange color. His eyebrows rose and a signature smirk lit up his face.
“Oh my god… Babe that is so hot.” One hand tugged at your waist as the other grabbed a handful of hair and tangled its fingers up in it. He sat down on his bed, and you laughed as you followed rather ungracefully. You both sat up, your legs casually draped over his lap and your foreheads touching and the two of you tiredly kissed one another.
The door then opened, interrupting the moment, and revealing a very tired and very irritated Scott McCall. He glared at the two of you as you instinctively jumped apart.
“Look, I know you guys love each other and all that, but could you please try to love each other on a night that’s not after a full moon? Some of us need sleep you know.“
Sebastian stood up and made his way towards you when you entered the room.
“What’s going on?” You asked him.
“I figured it was finally time we have that dinner we had been planning for so long.” He held his hand out for you to take. He wore a black suit with a white buttoned up shirt underneath.
Hesitantly, you grabbed his hand and he led you to the table where he pulled your chair out for you. You sat down and he placed a napkin over your lap before sitting in his own seat.
“I thought that I was meeting Chris tonight.” You said as he poured some red wine into your glass.
“You’re awfully dressed up to meet with him.” Sebastian joked but you could still detect a hint of jealously.
“I would’ve dressed this way to meet anyone.” You replied hoping that the green monster that was Sebastian’s jealousy wouldn’t make an appearance. Part of you thought it funny that he was somewhat jealous of your friendship with Chris.
“Even if you knew that it was me that you would be seeing?”
You shrugged your shoulders before reaching for your glass of wine, “Maybe.”
Sebastian smiled a little, “I think you would’ve.”
After you took a sip of wine, you set the glass back down and looked at him, “Want to tell me what’s actually going on?”
“I wanted us to have dinner so that we could talk about us.”
“This talk is long overdue don’t you think?”
He nodded, “Yeah, I do. First, I want to tell you that I’m sorry I wasn’t completely honest with you. I should’ve told you then that I was with Elaine. I’m sorry that I lead you to believe that I was single. I’m sorry that I acted like a jerk.”
“Why didn’t you tell me about her? What was the reasoning behind hiding your relationship with Elaine?”
Sebastian looked away from your gaze and down at the table, “I don’t know. I just– when I saw you for the first time after all of these years, I felt this rush of emotions. It was like it was when I first laid eyes on you. In that moment, I remembered all of the good times that he had. I remembered kissing you for the first time and slow dancing with you. I couldn’t help but want to feel that way again.”
He slid his hand across the table until it grabbed one of yours that had been resting on top of it. He rubbed his thumb against the back of your hand soothingly.
“It still wasn’t right. That night at that bar, when Chris told me that you had a girlfriend, I felt like the biggest idiot. I was starting to wonder if I was actually feeling something for you and then I felt like the rug was being pulled under me.”
“I’m really sorry, (Y/n). I wish that you could understand how much I really am sorry. I know it’s just words but I will prove to you that I’m sorry.” He squeezed your hand a little.
“What about this morning?”
The smile on his face went away a little, “I should’ve let you speak instead of storming off. I just didn’t want you to say that you regretted it.”
“I wasn’t going to say that.”
Sebastian seemed to perk up a little, “Really?”
“Of course I wish it was under different circumstances but I don’t regret it at all, Sebastian.”
“Let’s see how the end of this conversation is going to go.” You teased as a waitress entered the room. Sebastian held onto your hand as the both of you ordered something on the menu. You chose the first thing that you saw since you didn’t have a chance to look at it. Hopefully you would enjoy it.
Once your orders were taken, the waitress left you alone. Sebastian broke the silence, “What are your plans after the movie is done?”
“I have a little project that I’m doing in New York for a few weeks before going to back to Los Angeles.”
“You know I live in New York. I would really like to see you while you are there.”
“That would be nice, but what would we be?” You asked him.
“You mean the status of our relationship?”
You nodded your head, “When I’m over there, what would we be? Acquaintances? Friends?”
“(Y/n), if it were up to me right now, you would be my girlfriend. I can’t think of anything else in the universe that I would want more. I care about you so much and I always have. You’re the person that I can see myself growing old with. I don’t want to scare you away by talking about the future but I don’t want anyone else but you.”
You looked at your joined hands on the table. Here he was pouring his heart out to you and it left you speechless. You wanted all of the things that he did. You wanted to be with just him but you felt some nagging feeling in the pit of your stomach.
“What’s going through your head?” Sebastian asked you. He could tell that you were worried about something but didn’t know what.
“I’m just– I want to be with you too but I can’t- I mean, how am I supposed to be able to trust you?”
“You can absolutely trust me, (Y/n). I know that I’ve messed up but–” he trailed off at a loss for words. He could feel you slipping between his fingers and he hated the feeling.
“I want to believe that, Seb. I want to know that I can trust you about things. I’m not saying that you would be unfaithful to me. I just feel like we started this whole thing being untruthful. Is that how it’s going to end up the whole relationship?”
Sebastian let go of your hand and got up from his seat. You thought that you had upset him but he walked towards your chair and kneeled beside you.
He grabbed both your hands, “(Y/n), I promise you that you can trust me. I don’t ever want to hurt you like I’ve hurt you these past few weeks. All I want to do is put a smile on your face and make you the happiest woman in the world.”
You leaned down and kissed his forehead lightly, “Can you make me another promise?”
“Promise me that you will always be there for me, no matter what happens between us. I don’t want us to be apart for years like before.”
“I promise you that I will always be there for you (Y/n).” He smiled before standing up. He pulled you up along with him and moved away from the table. Before you could ask what he was doing, he placed his hands on your waist and drew you closer to him. He started swaying to the music and you placed your hands on his broad shoulders as he led.
“I’m so happy that you are back in my life.” Sebastian told you before kissing your cheek softly.
“I am too. You were always the one that got away for me. I always wondered what would’ve happened if we ever reconnected.”
“Now you don’t have to wonder about it anymore.” He smiled a little before leaning closer to you. His nose bumped yours a little before he pressed his lips against yours. This time, no one interrupted. You both were sober besides the little wine consumed. It was the perfect kiss and you got the same feeling that you did all those years ago but intensified.
“I love you so much.” He whispered against your lips before kissing you again.
April 12th, 2016
“(Y/n)! (Y/n)! Over here!”
The flashing lights and the screams of your name was something that you were sure you wouldn’t ever get used to. You stood with one hand on your waist while you posed for some pictures before moving down the carpet.
You had done some interviews already and you were ready to head inside for the movie.
Since Civil War wrapped, you had been anxiously waiting for it to premiere and for everyone to see it. You were extremely proud of what the cast and crew had done with the movie and you knew that you had gave your all.
“(Y/n)!” You heard a familiar voice call out to you.
Turning your head to the right, you saw Anthony making his way towards you.
You met him halfway and gave him a hug. More flashing lights went off at your interaction with him.
“You look beautiful.”
“Thank you. You’re looking very dapper yourself.” You smiled at him.
At the other end of the carpet there was more yelling by the fans. You wondered who had arrived to cause such a loud applause from them.
“I think Sebastian just got here. Why didn’t you guys arrive together?”
“I just got here from my flight from New York. I told him that I would meet him here.”
You hadn’t seen Sebastian in a few days and it was killing you to be apart from him. When the movie wrapped, the two of you were inseparable. You spent time in New York with him before you had to go to L.A. He surprised you in California and spent some time with you there.
The two of you had gotten closer and closer with each passing day. The media caught wind of your relationship after seeing the two of you out on multiple occasions. The two of you wanted to keep things sort of private but of course people talked.
You and Anthony spoke for a few minutes before he went down the carpet. You posed for a few more pictures before you were to head inside.
As you were about to go inside and wait for Sebastian to be done with interviews and pictures, you saw Chris. The two of you and hung out and kept in touch since the movie ended. He was one of your closest friends and you were thankful of everything he had done for you and Sebastian.
Chris gave you a hug and the two of your posed for photos.
“Sebastian is practically itching to come and see you.” Chris told you as you posed for a few more pictures.
“I’m excited to see him too. I wished that we could’ve come together to this.”
“The two of you are really great for each other. I’m really happy for you guys.” Chris smiled.
You gave him another hug and out of the corner of your eye, you saw Sebastian approaching. He looked so handsome in his suit. You felt your heart race at the sight of him.
Sebastian walked over to you and Chris. He gave Chris a hug before turning his attention to you, “You look stunning, (Y/n).”
You smiled as he pulled you closer to him. You were sure that the photographers were loving the affection between the two of you.
“I have the most handsome date here.” You said once your hug was over. If it were up to you you wouldn’t ever let him go.
“(Y/n), your boyfriend is standing right here. I know I look amazing but you should compliment him too.” Chris joked before leaving you and Sebastian alone.
“I hope you were talking about me.” Sebastian winked.
“Of course I was.”
“Good, now let’s smile for the cameras so that I can hurry inside and kiss you and fawn over you for the rest of the evening.”
“That sounds like a plan.” You laughed. Sebastian placed his arm around your waist and you leaned into him for pictures.
You thought that the two of you would go your separate ways for the rest of the red carpet, but Sebastian kept you glued to his side. The two of you had wanted to keep things private but you knew that after that evening it would just add more to the speculations.
You glanced over at Sebastian and saw that he was already looking right back at you. Your heart had never felt so full and you had never felt so loved then you were when you were by his side.
Part of you thought that you had always waited for him. That a piece of you held out for the day you would see him again if ever. He was your first love and it was pure and true.
“What are you thinking about in that pretty little head of yours?” He asked you with a smile.
“You. There will never be a day when I won’t think about you.”
Sebastian forgot about where he was. He didn’t care about the flashing cameras or all of the media that was there. He pulled you close and kissed you softly.
He ignored the shouting of others around him. All he could think about was the fact that he had his first love again and he didn’t want to ever let you go.
I never noticed how my heart could beat so loud when I think of you. And I can’t focus now, got my head up in the clouds when I think of you.
I looked into his eyes, a rush of euphoria overcoming me. I could have drowned into those ocean blue eyes. If I stared long enough I could have possibly seen the swirl of the ocean inside them. I’d be floating in that ocean where it was just me and him, in a world of our own. Sometimes it felt like the whole world was situated in those eyes of his. Eyes are the most beautiful things on every person’s body. They never change. The person might change, but they eyes never will. They’re constant. They hold all their memories, all their secrets… In essence, they have person. It’s like you can see a person’s true being in their eyes. And I loved his eyes. His eyes were like a drug to me. A drug I needed. A drug I wanted. As much as I hated to admit it to myself, I was head-over heels in love with him. I was head-over heels in love with Isaac Lahey no matter how much I tried to deny it.
My heart’s so lost in all the chaos. It’s got me crazy. With the spell you cast it all happened so fast.
And it did happen so fast.
His hand was snaking around my waist now.
One moment I looked at him as that one funny friend in class, but the next moment I suddenly realized that I didn’t see him as a friend anymore. I suddenly saw the potential of the perfect relationship with him. He was pulling me closer. My hands came to wrap tenderly around his neck. I wasn’t the type to fall in love. I don’t think I’d ever been in love. Of course, I found boys attractive. It was natural to do so with my raging teenage hormones. But I’d never actually seen a future with them before. I somehow knew that it wouldn’t work. But with Isaac it was different.
He leaned in closer. Time seemed to slow.
Isaac was different. Period. He was everything I wanted in a guy. He was sweet. He was kind. He was nice to me. He was a gentleman. He was funny. And there was something unique about him. He simply cared about people. With everything that was going on he always seemed to want to protect me from it. I’d told him that I could handle myself, but he’d said that he would never let a friend in need stay in need. He would always help them. And I loved that about him. I loved how kind-hearted he was. He sometimes tried to play the act off and be the flirty cool guy, but under that exterior there was a pure heart. And that was essentially what had pulled me toward him. Our lips were only millimeters apart. His lips were so close I could practically taste them. A few more moments and I would feel his lips on my own.
Goodbye to loneliness. And when I close my eyes you play like a movie in my mind.
“(Y/N)?” I blinked my eyes and blinked up at the dark-haired boy snapping his fingers in front of my face. “Welcome back to Earth, (Y/N)!” Stiles said sarcastically as soon as he realized that he’d finally gotten my attention. “I’ve called your name, like, what, maybe 15 times already, but yes, you’ve finally landed back to Earth."
"What do you want, Stiles?” I asked grumpily, hugging my History book to my chest. I never usually treat my best friend like that, but right now he’d snapped me awake of one of the most passionate daydreams about Isaac I’d had in the past week. Suffice to say, I was pretty annoyed at him at the moment.
“That’s not exactly a nice way to treat your tutor.” he replied, raising and eyebrow and smirking in my direction.
Okay, I might have been paying a lot less attention to my classes. It’s not like I was daydreaming in class. I was paying total and acute attention. Just not to the actual class. I was paying attention, alright. But my attention was solely focused on the blonde haired boy sitting in front of me.
It would have probably made it a lot easier for me if I just told him. But there was another possibly less surprising thing about me. I might have been head over heels in love with Isaac, but I was sure as unicorns not going to tell him about it.
“Sorry,” I sighed and flopped back on Stiles’s bed. “It’s just that… Ugh, I’m just really distracted.”
“Yeah, I’ve noticed.” he said, lying down beside me. “What’s going on?"
Another thing? Stiles Stilinski couldn’t stand Isaac Lahey. And Stiles Stilinski, along with Scott McCall, was my best friend. How in the world would I tell him? I supposed that a simple "Stiles, I’m in love with Isaac.” wouldn’t go down well with him. I imagined him staring at me with confusion written on his face for a few seconds and then yelling, “WHAT?!”, followed up by, “Out of everyone you know, you picked Lahey? Lahey?!"
Nonetheless, instead of keeping my thoughts to myself and simply not telling him, that’s exactly what happened. Except it wasn’t as graceful on my part as I’d both hoped and imagined.
"StilesI'mInLoveWithIsaac.” I said all in one breath, hopping off the bed in the process.
Stiles sat up and stared at me like I’d just spoken Yiddish. “Can I have that in English please?” he said after a few moments of staring at me with furrowed eyebrows. “Because I swear I just heard you say that you’re in love with Isaac and that couldn’t have been what you actually said, right?” He looked at me hopefully for a few seconds, but as soon as he saw that I wasn’t doing anything to contradict his claim his face fell.
He flopped back down on the bed, groaning in frustration. Just a second afterwards, he sat up again and put his head in his hands. “Really, (Y/N)? Out of all the people you know you picked Isaac?! We’re talking about the same Isaac, right? Isaac Lahey?!” He looked up at me again.
“Well, unless you know another Isaac that looks like, talks like, is just as sweet as, just as attractive as, has eyes as blue and beautiful as… and so on… as the Isaac we know, then it’s Isaac Lahey we’re talking about.” I retorted sarcastically.
Stiles was holding up his hands. “Can we please not talk about how blue Isaac’s eyes are or how sweet and attractive he is, please? I really don’t need those images in my head.” he said, shaking his head.
“Why do you hate him so much?” I asked, actually curious about the answer, as I sat down next to him on the bed.
“I don’t hate him. I’m just not that happy with his existence. He just, I don’t know, irks me. He’s loud, obnoxious, annoying, and very unhelpful… Honestly, what’s the point of him? Seriously, what is his purpose besides the constant negativity… and the scarf? What is up with the scarves, anyway?"
"Come on, Stiles. Be nice.” I said with a sigh. I’d heard this enough times.
“How do I be nice to him? I’m really going to have a hard time with it. I’m always struggling with it, because I always want to rip his head off, because he’s just so stupid!"
I started laughing at that point. "I think you’re just jealous, Stiles."
He did a double take. "Me? Jealous? Of scarf-wearing meathead?"
"Now, that’s not even a clever insult and you know it.” I said, still chuckling.
“I thought it was pretty clever. It suits him perfectly. A stupid insult for a stupid person.” he murmured.
“Stiles, stop being jealous.” I said, patting him on the back and then getting up from the bed. I grabbed my jacket off the chair and put it on. “I need to get home for dinner. Can you help me out with History tomorrow too? I’m not sure I really understood anything."
"Yeah, too blinded by being heart-eyed over the failwolf.” Stiles said teasingly. “Now, that was clever, admit it."
"And you’re too blinded by your jealousy, Stilinski.” I said playfully as I headed for the door.
“Okay, okay, you keep saying that. But you’re not giving me your reasons.” he said, getting up as well to see me out of the house.
“You’re jealous because it’s always been only me, you and Scott and now he waltzed in and fell into this friend group and he and Scott became such good friends."
"See!” he exclaimed. “All the more reason for you to not like him. I forbid it! I outright forbid it!"
I just laughed. "Stop being dramatic. It’s not like I was going to tell him about it, anyway. You have nothing to worry about."
"Wait, what?” Stiles stopped mid-way opening the door for me. “You were never planning on telling him?"
"No.” I said simply, walking out of the Stilinski household.
Stiles grabbed hold of my hand, turning me back to face him. “Why not?"
I feigned shock. "I thought you didn’t want me too see him, Stilinski! You outright forbid me to! Now, what’s all this?"
"Oh, ha, ha.” he said sarcastically. “That’s just me being dramatic and showing my feelings for Isaac, which are warranted, I promise. He is stupid and annoying and obnoxious and-"
"I get it.” I said.
“The point is if he makes you happy you should take the chance and see if he shares those feelings."
"No. What if he doesn’t? We’ll just ruin our friendship. I’m never telling him.” “But if you don’t you’ll never know. And you could miss out."
I just shrugged.
"Just think about it, okay?"
I nodded. "Alright. Maybe."
"And think of it this way… If he ever breaks your heart, I’ll finally have an excuse to punch him."
I laughed and kissed him on the cheek, before saying a quick goodbye. I got into my car, which was parked in their driveway, and with a quick wave in Stiles’s direction, headed home. I wondered if Stiles was right. Maybe I should tell him, I thought to myself as I turned a street. But I couldn’t help thinking… Was there more to lose than to gain? Rejection, I assumed, was not a nice thing to experience. And I wasn’t sure I could take it.
It had been a week since my talk with Stiles. I’d successfully passed my History exam, thanks to my best friend, and I finally had the chance to think about something else that wasn’t related to World War II.
I was just on my way to spend the remainder of my free period in the library, to get started on an English essay I had due the next day, when Isaac walked into the empty classroom I’d been sitting in.
Slipping my Algebra book in my bag, I glanced up, just in time to see him enter the classroom.
"Oh, hi, Isaac.” I said casually as I zipped up my velvety green backpack.
You are the star of my daydreams.
I immediately froze when I saw the expression on his face. He had an oddly curious and studious expression. Directed toward me. It seemed as if he was analyzing my every move. Like I held a secret that he so desperately needed to know. And that that knowledge would come from watching me like a hawk, inserting my every step in a complicated mathematical formula that only he knew… Exaggerations aside, I’m not sure I quite liked that look.
“Isaac?” I asked, still keeping my eyes focused on his face. “Everything alright?"
Everything you are is my reverie.
He looked up to meet my gaze. "Yeah, (Y/N).” he said nonchalantly. As if he hadn’t just been trying to stare into my soul and unveil my deepest and darkest secrets.
“I just came over to ask you something.” he said, giving me a slightly amused and slightly smug smirk. “A little birdy happened to give me some interesting information. According to my sources you… like me."
The last sentence hit home. My lips suddenly went dry and I had to lick them. My throat seemed to close and my palms started to sweat. Easy now. Calm down.
"Huh, oh really now?” I managed to croak out. I cleared my throat and, with my usual sarcastic and joking demeanor, said, “Of course I like you, Isaac. If I didn’t like you we wouldn’t be friends, now would we?"
He took a step forward, coming closer and closer to me.
Can you feel my heart when you’re moving closer and closer?
"Funny. Your rising heartbeat seems to say otherwise.” Isaac said, simpering, still taking slow but steady steps in my direction. “It seems to skip a beat whenever I take a step closer to you.” he said, taking yet another step closer. “I can’t say I mind, though."
Sparks are flying like butterflies.
"I can literally feel the sparks in this room.” he said, still inching closer. I swallowed, not saying anything. “They’re flying around like butterflies. Your heartbeat seems to agree."
And I’m so high with the spell you cast.
This was too much. He was teasing me and he knew it. I couldn’t take this. I wanted to rush past him and out of the room all the while convincing myself that I had imagined this whole exchange and that it had never actually happened. But I couldn’t seem to move.
He was directly in front of me now.
"Wouldn’t you agree that sparks are flying around?"
He laced his arms around my waist.
"In fact, I would say the entire room is sparkling."
He pulled me in closer.
"If infatuation were glitter this room would look like a disco ball."
A hand came up to tuck a stray lock of hair behind my ear.
It all happened so fast. Goodbye to loneliness.
"Oh, how I love the sound of your speeding heart right now.” he whispered in my ear, his warm minty breath tickling my skin.
Oh, to hell with it!
Lacing my arms around his neck, I pulled him down to my height-level and connected our lips into a passionate kiss. I brushed my hands through his hair as he tried to minimize the space between the two of us as much as possible. Lips moving in sync, I felt the sparks he’d been using as a flirt tactic with me just moments I go. And he was right. They were very tangible. It was just like the fireworks girls in movies and books always seem to describe when describing the perfect kiss. And this was a firework show to remember.
After a while we both pulled away, breathless. “Isaac Lahey, you were right. I do like you. More than as a friend. Do you or do you not share those feelings? Yes or no, Isaac! Enough of these silly games!” I said matter-of-factly, staring into his deep blue eyes.
Oh, I think that we… that we were meant to be.
He smiled. However, instead of giving me a direct answer he just pulled me in for another just as passionate kiss.
“I think that says it all.” he said, smirking, once our lips parted.
I shook my head, but nonetheless smiled.
“I’ve had a crush on you ever since we met.” he admitted.
“Well, why didn’t you say anything, you big goof?” I asked, slapping him on the shoulder playfully. “It would have saved us a lot of trouble!"
"Didn’t think you’d like me back.” He shrugged.
“Who’s the little birdy, by the way?"
He looked back at me and laughed. "Stiles! Who else would it be?"
"That little…” I murmured, before looking back at Isaac and smirking again. “Remind me to slap him for advertising my secrets around and then buy him lunch, because he truly is the best friend a person could ask for."
"Will do.” Isaac said, laughing. “You know, I never liked the guy, but now I’m starting to have second thoughts on that. When you look past the obnoxious, loud and painfully annoying exterior, there’s a pretty decent and nice guy underneath."
"Funny,” I replied with a laugh, “That’s exactly the same thing he said about you. Without the part about you being decent and nice, of course."
"Of course.” Isaac said, joining in on my laughter.
“As for us, Isaac, let’s agree to stop hiding secrets from each other, so Stiles doesn’t need to do play detective and spy for us, okay?"
"So, let’s do this part ourselves.” he said and then put on a dramatic tone of voice. “Will you, (Y/N) (Y/L/N), accompany me to the movies this Saturday?” I giggled. “Sure, Isaac. Pick me up around 8?"
"Deal.” he said and then smirked suggestively at me. “Let’s seal the deal with a kiss."
I shook my head at his dorkiness, but obliged anyway. Standing up on my tip-toes, I connected our lips, letting the kiss linger, letting myself enjoy the wonderful moment…
"Lahey!” A booming voice behind us caused us to jump apart. “You’re supposed to be practicing lacrosse not making out with your little girlfriend!” Coach Finstock yelled. I held back my laughter.
“On the field! Now!” Coach exclaimed.
“Go. You’re needed on the field.” I told Isaac. “We can finish this up on Saturday.” I winked at him. “As for now, see you later, Lahey!” I said flirtatiously as I turned on my heal and walked away, leaving a steaming angry Coach and a flustered and speechless Isaac in my wake.
You’re one of HYDRA’S experiments, you have enhancements from the serum that they duplicated, you keep Winter calm, cool and under control.
So when you’re assigned to keep the trio of heroes busy, you’re more than excited to see other people, but that excitement drains when you figure out THE Steve Rogers is going to be there. HYDRA is going to punish you for Bucky’s resurfacing memories, HYDRA is going to use you against him at some point, but back to the point.
Youve only scene this look once[Gif] during your imprisonment, and that was when a few guards were attempting to haul you away for more serum enhancements, Winter didn’t like that AT ALL. He broke bones, tore muscles and nearly killed them all until he was ordered to stand down.
Needless to say you were frightened at the sheer ferocity of his gaze, and you knew nothing good was going to follow.