these were actually from last night but then i saw that gif and

REQUEST: Damon and reader. Where the reader is there for Damon throughout everything and he finally realized he’s in love with her!

Doppelgängers. The Originals. The race for the Cure. Heretics. Gemini Coven.

Damon Salvatore and his friends had seemed to have been through it all. Way more than what regular people would ever have to go through. But of course, they weren’t regular people. They were dead. Well, some of them.

Including you.

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Imagine finding Chris’ tattoo about you.

It was 1:48AM by the time you and your boyfriend got home from your cousin’s wedding reception. It had been an insane night filled with lots of booze and a ton of dancing. Both you and Chris had drunk and danced your way long into the night; there was no doubt your heads and feet were going to pay for it tomorrow. But it’d been a great night, the two of you- as always- had a lot of fun together. The two of you were so cute together that everyone- even the bride and groom- were a little jealous of your relationship.

Chris spent the entire wedding being a total sweetheart, there was an endless list of sweet things he did: he carried your purse for you while you went to the toilet, he accompanied you when you had to run around and greet family members you hadn’t seen or talked to since you were a little girl, he wrapped an arm around you and kissed your hair when you started getting emotional about the vows, he made sure you drank enough water and ate enough food to counteract the alcohol you were consuming because he knew you were a lightweight after two years of being together. Chris even gave you his too-big-for-you shoes towards the end of the night, carried your heels in his hand, and ruined his favorite socks- all because he knew your feet were killing and couldn’t bear to see you in pain. You’d lucked out with him, that was for sure.

Chris carefully stacked your heels onto the shoe rack before turning his attention to his shoes that you easily slipped off. He picked them up and slotted them into their respective spot on the rack before taking your hand and hauling your half-drunk ass upstairs. Your eyes fell on his favorite socks which were no longer a pretty cobalt blue considering he padded around on public grounds without his shoes protecting them. You felt terrible as you were responsible for murdering his socks; it was more than likely you could just soak and wash them, but your half-drunk ass didn’t think of that.

“I’m sorry,” you said and he glanced over his shoulder at you with a raised brow; he’d no idea what you were apologizing for. “I ruined your favorite socks,” you explained then pouted, making him laugh. “They’re all dirty and gross now, thanks to me.”

“They’re just socks, sweetheart.” He shrugged nonchalantly because he really didn’t care, “don’t worry about it.” He tucked your arm under his when you got upstairs, he chuckled when he saw that you were still beating yourself up over the socks. “You’re still a little drunk, aren’t you?” He squeezed your hand gently and led you to the bedroom.

“I’m very much sober,” you said with a lopsided grin that made him laugh.

“Okay, my love. Let’s put you to bed,” he pressed a kiss on the top of your head.

He sat you down in front of your dressing table while he went into the bathroom to get your makeup cleanser and cotton pads. “Think you can manage?” He quizzed when he held out the two items for you; you nodded and took it from him, turning to the mirror to start the tedious process of removing your makeup. “Now let’s get this off,” he said as he moved your long locks out of the way to take off your necklace for you.

“Hey, Chris?” You looked at him through the mirror.

“Hm?” He looked up at you after he successfully removed your necklace.

“Do you think we’ll ever get married?” You asked him and he immediately smiled.

“Of course I do.” He lowered your necklace in your jewelry box. “I’m just waiting for the right time to pop the question. I feel like now isn’t because of my contract with Marvel, I mean- I don’t want to have to leave you after just getting engaged. I kind of just want to jump into the whole wedding planning and post-engagement glow, I can’t really do that if I have to run off. So I thought I’d wait until after my contract with Marvel finishes, if that’s okay with you.”

“As long as I know you’re in it for the long haul,” you smiled, “I’m okay with anything you want.”

“Sweetheart,” he chuckled. “Of course I’m in it for the long haul, if I weren’t- I wouldn’t have asked you to move in with me and I definitely wouldn’t have added your name to the house’s legal documents.” You nodded in acknowledgement. “Are you sure you’re sober?” He chuckled again, lifting your hair over your shoulders and letting it cascade down your back.

“Yes, I’d be a lot worst if I were drunk. You should know that by now,” you said and he laughed. “The wedding’s just got me thinking about having one of my own. I know you’re in it for the long haul, but we just haven’t talked about getting married before so-” You stopped talking and began to mumble when you saw the smile he had on his face, “I don’t know, I guess I just wanted to hear you say it.”

“I’m going to marry you,” he bent over and whispered into your ear. “I am not going anywhere and neither are you.” He planted a kiss into your hair, “are we on the same page now?” You chuckled but nodded, and he smiled. “I’m going to change out of this, I’ll be right back to unzip you.”

“Okay,” you nodded and resumed cleaning off your makeup.

In the mirror, you caught Chris walking into the wardrobe. He stood half in, half out as he took off his blazer, tie, slacks, then shirt. You watched him with great appreciation for his amazing physique; he was a lot more than his body, but it didn’t mean you didn’t appreciate it. He caught you admiring him as he pulled a pair of track pants over his legs, he smirked as he walked over shirtless with his tee in his hand.

“Why don’t you take a picture,” he teased, “it lasts longer.”

“Don’t really need to take a picture if you’re here for the long haul,” you winked at him. He chuckled and started to pull his tee over his head when you caught a tattoo on the side of his ribcage that you’d never seen before. “Hold up,” you lowered your cotton pad and turned around, lifting his shirt to take a closer look at the unfamiliar tattoo. “When did you get a new tattoo?” You trailed your finger across it then laughed softly when you realized what the tattoo was; a date, 4/7/2015. “Aren’t you patriotic, Captain?”

“Not that patriotic,” he responded with a light chuckle. “This is actually for the first time you told me you loved me,” he explained and you felt your heart skip a beat as you lowered his shirt. “Remember? Fourth of July, you met my family for the first time?” You nodded, smiling; it was a good day. “We rented a place by the beach, my whole family came out and we had a huge barbecue bonfire type thing.”

“And we snuck away just before they let off the fireworks,” you continued and he nodded, smiling. “We went for a walk on the beach and I told you I loved you, a feeling you very easily reciprocated which was nice to know. I can’t believe you got that memory tattooed into your skin,” you gently poked the spot where the tattoo was, “you couldn’t just keep it in your brain?”

“Nope,” he shook his head with a smile that made your heart flutter. “Because that memory is far too important to me. Yes, it reminds me of the first time you told me you loved me, but it’s more than that.” You raised a brow for a more elaborate explanation. “It’s the day my life fell into place, Y/N. When you told me you loved me, it was like- all the stars aligned,” he admitted and you felt your eyes welled with tears of joy. “That was the day I knew I wanted to spend the rest of my life with you.” He brought your hand to his lips and kissed it gently, then chuckled against your skin as he said. “And the day my mom said she’d disown me if I ever lost you.”

“Yeah, right,” you laughed. “Lisa loves you way too much to disown you, even if you did lose me.”

“You clearly don’t know how much she loves you,” he smiled. “About as much as I do,” he bopped your nose. You lifted his shirt to admire the tattoo again when he released your hand; an act to which he chuckled softly at. “If you’re wondering when I got it, let’s just say it’s been an inappropriate amount of time for you not to notice.”

“Okay,” you laughed softly as you pulled your hand away, letting his shirt fall back over his abdomen. “I’m sorry I don’t notice every single tattoo on you, you have too many.” He chuckled, turning you around to unzip your from your dress. “But I know about it now and I absolutely love it.” Your dressed dropped to the floor and pooled around your feet.

“Mm…” Chris brushed his lips against your bare shoulder as his hands ran up and down your sides. “Does this mean you’re going to get a matching one?” You turned around in his arms and wrapped yours around his neck, smiling. “Or you know,” he kissed your neck, “at least something that pays me and our love some form tribute?”

“You know me very well, Chris,” you began as he pulled back to look into your eyes, “so you should know what my answer is.” He chuckled softly when you smiled, the both of you simultaneously answered, “hell no.”

The Promise of Next Time

Summary: The reader is Dustin’s sister, and the night takes a weird turn when Steve Harrington is invited to the annual movie night. Steve has to decide what’s more important; keeping his promise to Dustin, or telling the reader the truth. 

Word Count: 3153

Authors note: THIS IS SO ANGSTY! Please let me know what you guys think about this one!


You were sitting in your kitchen when you heard the doorbell ring. Loudly you called to your brother, “Dustin, the troops have arrived!”. Dustin was fooling around with something in his room.

You heard a weird noise and faint whispers. Shaking your head you called out, “Is that Mews making that noise because I-”. Dustin yelled back no, and asked you to get the door.

You rolled your eyes but agreed, “Fine I’ll get it”. You didn’t mind getting the door because you weren’t really doing anything.

Tonight you’d be babysitting the gang because it was movie night. You had to admit you enjoyed being with the kids, they were hilarious and extremely entertaining.

You were wearing your normal movie night gear; leggings, fuzzy socks, and an oversized shirt. The doorbell rang again and you yelled, “Calm down guys I’ll be there in a second!”.

Looking down the hall before answering the door you saw Dustin was still in his room. You brushed it off and finally opened the door. To your surprise it wasn’t any of the kids.

It was Steve Harrington. He’d caught you off guard, “Steve what are you doing here?”. He was wearing a tight black shirt and a pair of light jeans, making your heart swoon. To say you had a crush on him was an understatement.

You’d first started to get close with Steve from tutoring him. For the past month or so you’d spend two hours a week with him, helping him with his english class and college essay.

You’d started to see a side to Steve that not a lot of people knew, and you loved it. The problem was that you were way to insecure to think you were anything but friends with him.

The little voice in your head constantly reminded you that Steve was too good for you. It didn’t matter that he’d broken up with Nancy awhile ago, you still hid the way you felt about him.

Steve took off his sunglasses, “Dustin said it was movie night”. You smiled to yourself over the fact that Steve wore his sunglasses despite the fact that it was already nighttime.

You moved to the side and let Steve enter. Over his shoulder he said, “I like the socks by the way”. You were happy his back was to you or else he would’ve seen your blush.

Steve made his way into your living room, sitting down on the couch. You heard Dustin loudly say, “Shit” while still in his room. You raised an eyebrow and called for him again, “Dustin what the hell is happening?”.

He poked his head out of his room, “Nothing (y/n)! Oh hey Steve…oh shit Steve”. Dustin had completely forgot he’d invited Steve to movie night. Steve turned around from the couch, “What’s up little man”.

You heard more noises coming from his room, and you were getting extremely suspicious. Finally you walked into the living room, making your way to where the footrest was.

Opening it you took out your stashed walkie talkie. Steve raised an eyebrow, “You have one too?”. He found himself smiling while watching you fiddle around with it.

While finding the right channel you explained, “It’s for emergencies…and I think Dustin is hiding one from me”. Steve swallowed hard, he knew for a fact that Dustin was keeping everything from you.

Smiling he said, “Why don’t I try to talk to him, that way you don’t have to eavesdrop!”. You put down the walkie talkie, it was worth a shot. Nodding your head you said, “You’re right..I wouldn’t want to break his trust”.

Steve let out a breath he hadn’t known he’d been holding in. Quickly he made his way to Dustin’s room, slamming open the door. As he took in the scene all he said was, “What the fu-”.

Dustin pulled him forward, getting him to shut up. All Steve saw was bloody towels in the corner of Dustin’s room, and a broken window.

Steve realized it was Mews, dead, in the corner of the room, “Dustin, explain”. Dustin started talking quickly, giving Steve the quick version of everything that had just happened.

Dustin had found this little lizard thing, named him Dart, and kept him hidden from everyone. Dart was from the upside down, and had killed Mews…and was now somewhere on the loose.

The first thing Steve asked was, “So how do you know it’s not a lizard?”. Dustin rolled his eyes and went on another big tangent. Steve laughed, “Okay..Okay! Look we need to tell (y/n)”.

Dustin shook his head, “Hell no is that happening! I want to keep (y/n) safe which means this stays a secret! Everything stays a secret, promise that Steve”. The last thing Dustin wanted to do was put your life in danger, so he hid everything from you.

Steve shook his head, “Look man, I really don’t think that’s a good idea..she can already tell you’re hiding something from her”. Dustin finally heard the rest of the boys responding to his code red.

He rushed to get his bag together, “Look I need you to distract her for me okay I-”. Steve crossed his arms over his chest, “Ain’t gonna happen you need too-”. The boys were already forming a plan while on the other line.

Dustin looked to Steve, “Please Steve….I care about her too much..and I know you do too”. Steve was taken back, and he ran a hand through his hair trying to deflect things.

Dustin smirked watching how Steve was nearly blushing. He was already halfway out the window, “Tell her plans changed and I went to Will’s house okay?”. Before Steve could even agree Dustin was gone.

He yelled out the window, “You owe me!”. Steve left Dustins room, but not before covering up the rest of the crime scene. He clapped his hands together before leaving the room, proud of the job he’d done.

Steve made his way back to the living room to find you standing up with your arms crossed over your chest. You were nervous, “What did he say? You guys were in there for awhile..”.

Steve smiled, “Uh movie night plans changed…Dustin left to go to Will’s house”. Immediately you grabbed your coat and made your way towards the door.

Steve pulled you back by grabbing your arm, “(y/n) slow down, trust me he’s fine”. You shook your head. Too determined you said, “No Steve, something is up!”. Steve felt bad lying to you, but he knew it need to be done.

“He’s going to meet Max…they’re having a date at her house!”. Your eyes widened and you found yourself smirking. Calmly you asked, “Why didn’t he tell me?”.

Steve continued to think on his feet, “That’s why I was in there so long..I was..uh giving him advice…he felt weird coming to you”. You thought over the last week, and realized it started to make sense.

You put your coat back down, “So what exactly did you tell him casanova?”. Steve felt extremely relieved that you’d bought what he’d said. Smirking he explained, “I promised not to say”.

Rolling your eyes you made your way towards the kitchen, and Steve followed. You finally got yourself a slice of pizza, “Well let’s just hope you’re a better flirt than you are a writer”.

Steve pretended to be offended, and you both started to laugh. He winked, “I can be extremely charming when I wanna be”. He couldn’t believe that you were flirting with him.

Normally you were to shy and you’d ignore all the little comments or hints he’d make. Steve found himself smiling while watching a smirk form upon your lips. You made your way towards the couch, “Oh yeah, I forgot you’re the King”.

Steve’s jaw dropped, and part of him was turned on hearing you tease him like this. He plopped down onto the couch, letting you set up the movie.

You didn’t know why, but suddenly the voice inside your head was gone. You just had the feeling that something about tonight was different, tonight was special. So for once you flirted back.

You’d put in the movie Dustin had picked, and smiled when you realized it was one of your favorites. Steve picked up on your laughter, “What movie is it?”.

Making your way back to the couch after pressing play you sat down next to him. Turning you said, “We only watch the classics here at the Henderson household”.

Steve nodded his head, but out of the corner of your eye you saw his smirk. Smirking too you softly said, “It’s The Goonies”. You’d moved slightly closer to him when you’d spoke.

He smiled, “How about next time I pick the movie?”. You felt goosebumps in your stomach with the promise of “next time”. Trying to harness your new confidence you joked, “If there is a next time”.

Steve pretended to be offended again, using it as an opportunity to move closer towards you. There was no longer any space separating you both, and Steve’s arm rested against the back of the couch.

You smiled to yourself at the fact that he wasn’t trying to push things with you. That reassured the way you felt about him, so you leaned into him.

For a moment Steve looked down at you, surprised that you’d cuddled up next to him. Smiling he put his arm around you, “Oh there’s definitely going to be a next time (y/n)”.

Steve felt your body vibrate against his while you laughed, and he couldn’t remember a time he’d felt this happy. You looked up to him, and his breath hitched from anticipation.

As you held his gaze you moved your head up, your face now inches from his.You rested a hand on his thigh, “You were right”.

Steve looked from your lips to your eyes, and then back at your lips all while you listened to the slow rise and fall of his chest. Breathlessly he asked, “About what?”.

Smirking you moved to kiss him, “You can be really fucking charming when you want too”. Steve laughed, and moved his hand to cup your face pulling you closer to him.

Just before you could actually kiss there was rapid knocking on the door. Steve groaned, “If that’s D-”. His eyes widened when he remembered that the boys could possibly be in danger, and that could be them.

You got up, “I’ll go check, I’m sure everything’s fine Steve”. He smiled, trying to look calm. Steve remained on the couch, not wanting to concern you.

You opened the door, and saw Billy Hargrove leaning against the frame. Billy grinned, “Hi (y/n), how are you doing tonight?”. You raised an eyebrow, “I’m doing fine..what’s up”.

He sighed, “I’d hate to be such a bother, I was wondering if you could help me with something”. Billy looked you up and down with a devilish smirk.

You smiled while trying to not look so intimidated, “It depends on what it is”. He started to lick his lips while laughing lightly. Instantly Steve picked his head up, he knew that laugh.

Billy leaned forward, “Well aren’t you a fun little thing”. Steve got up and walked towards the door. Turning around you looked to Steve, and saw how annoyed he was.

Billy laughed again, “Is that really you Harrington, or am I dreaming?”. Steve had his arms crossed over his chest, visibly tense. You chimed in, “Look Billy, what can I help you with?”.

Steve stood next to you now, “You’ve got about one minute Hargrove, any second longer and I think I’ll puke from looking at your stupid face”. Billy winked to Steve before putting his attention back on you.

Smiling he said, “I’m looking for my little sister Maxine, the last I heard she was with Lucas but-”. You turned to Steve, and saw him standing there with wide eyes. Slowly you said, “Steve where is Dustin”.

Billy raised his eyebrows, all to amused, “Well well well, if it isn’t the first lover’s quarrel”. Steve turned his attention towards Billy.

Pointing a finger at him he said, “Look asshole, we don’t know where your sister is, and to be honest I wouldn’t fucking tell you if I did”. Looking to Billy you could start to see his own anger rising.

Billy let out a breath, “Wrong move amigo, I don’t think you know what you’re getting yourself into”. You looked back to Steve, and watched him take another step towards Billy.

Steve hadn’t answered you, and that was your main concern. You turned to Billy, “Look Billy, now is not the fucking time to worry about who’s dick is bigger”.

You clearly had his attention so you continued, “The only thing I give a single shit about is finding my little brother, so you’re either going to help us or get the fuck out of my house”.

Steve smiled for a moment at the fact that you’d put Billy in his place. You were extremely confused as you watched Billy start to smile.

He nodded his head, “You’ve got fire sweetheart, I can respect that”. Just as mysteriously as he had showed up, Billy left. He got in his car and sped off into the night.

You pointed a finger at Steve, “You better start explaining Steve!! Why did you say Dustin was with Max?”. He ran a hand through his hair, unsure of what to do. When he looked at your face and saw how concerned you looked, his heart sank.

Mentally he told himself, “Man up Steve, or else you’ll lose her forever”. You repeated his name, fear consuming you. Steve took your hand, “Follow me-”.

Steve lead you towards his car but you stopped walking. You were angry at yourself for pushing away your gut feelings that Dustin was acting weird.

The voice in your head came back, and you were consumed with guilt. Trying not to cry you said, “I knew something was up…and now it’s my fault…Dustin is in danger and it’s all my fault”.

He kicked at the ground, “It’s not your fault (y/n)..it’s mine..I made a stupid promise”. You were confused, what would Steve have possibly promised.

Steve finally looked you in the eyes, “I promised Dustin I would lie to you-”. Your jaw dropped, you were feeling so many emotions at once.

Something felt off, “About what?”. Steve was unsure of what to do, but out of instinct he took a step towards you.

He explained, “We wanted to keep you safe…I wanted to keep you safe”. You were shaking your head, “From what Steve?!”.

All you knew was that Steve had lied about where Dustin went, and now he was missing. You were scared that what had happened to Will would happen to Dustin, but that you wouldn’t get him back.

Steve shook his head, “I-”. Every fiber in his being wanted to tell you the truth, but he was afraid. Should he continue to lie to you and let you hate him knowing it would keep you safe?

You voice was extremely shaky and broken, “When my dad died I promised him I’d keep Dustin safe Steve…and now you’re telling me there’s real danger…and I let him walk right into it-”.

That was it, seeing you so devastated broke him. Steve knew that he needed to tell you the truth even if you didn’t believe him, even if you never wanted to see him again.

You could hate Steve for the rest of his life as long as it meant he’d never be the reason you cried again. Steve walked over to you and took your hands in his, “I made a promise too..I promised I’d never let anything bad happen to the boys…not Mike..not Dustin..none of them”.

Steve continued, “The truth puts your life in danger…but I promise I’ll always be there to protect you okay?”. Part of you wanted to think he was lying, but you could see how emotional he was.

He shook his head, “Dustin thought that keeping the truth from you would keep you safe but…but…it just fucked everything up..”. Steve was looking down at you, and looked so vulnerable.

So you nodded your head and let him explain everything. The truth about what Will had gone through….the upside down…the demogorgon…Dart… you listened to it all.

It was a damn lot to process, but you tried your best and followed along. The more he spoke the more you realized that maybe this had been the source of your weird feeling.

This was what made tonight so special…maybe this was meant to happen.

When it was all over he was left breathless, trying to read your face for any cues. Steve sort of blacked out while telling you everything and he was afraid he’d just sounded crazy.

Softly you said, “I trust you”. Steve blinked, not sure if he’d heard you correctly. You cupped his cheek, “I trust you Steve…I know you care about me and that you thought lying was doing the right thing”.

Steve smiled, he was so sure he’d lost you forever. Suddenly you remembered, “I know how to find him! The emergency walkie!”. You rushed in the house, grabbing the walkie talkie and turning it to the right channel.

There you heard Dustin clear as day, “Lucas meet us at the old junkyard with Max, code red!”. You looked up and saw Steve standing over you. You stood up, “Come on, let’s go-”.

You went to walk out, but Steve pulled you back again. He couldn’t wait any longer, Steve finally crashed his lips against yours. You melted into the kiss, dropping the walkie and instead running your hands through his hair.

Steve held on tightly to your waist, all his feelings rushing forward. The kiss left you breathless, all you could do was smile. He softly said, “Wow”.

Smirking you teased, “Just wait until next time Harrington”. Steve laughed softly at your joke. He bit his lip, “Next time”. Shaking your head you kissed him again, unable to resist.

You heard Dustin’s voice again on the walkie, bringing you back into real life. This time you took Steve’s hand and lead him towards his car, “I hope you still have that bat”.

Steve found himself laughing again as he started the engine. As he took off towards the old junkyard, he looked to you in the passenger’s seat.

He watched the street lamps light up those beautiful eyes of yours. That infamous half smirk of yours you did when you were determined to conquer a situation.

Most importantly, he watched himself fall deeper and deeper in love with you.




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Maid - Joker x Reader imagine part 2 :)

a/n: ok im super nervous about this one. i was requested to do a daddy smut w joker so ill try :) and let me tell you what this joker is like, he’s passionate here about.. making love sooo yeah AND he’s not 100000% maniacal, just a little bit of a maniac. here it goes 

a/n: update - im eating a banana rn :D

characters: Jared Leto!Joker, Reader

warnings: smut, swearing, daddy kink


Ever since the encounter with Mr. J two weeks ago, he was the only thing on my mind. How unfair, I get him as my only thought subject while he gets to have other things on his mind. Like… His business, Batman, police, his henchmen and other problems. I bet he doesn’t think about me at all. But God do I hope he does. What am I to him? A maid? A fuck toy? No thanks. He said he had a liking in me, does that mean I mean something more to him than just sex? I hope. 

Well, I can’t hope for that. We can’t have feelings for each other, that would be wrong - he’s my boss. If he uses me just for sex - that would partly be acceptable. No, no that wouldn’t be. Jesus, what’s gotten into me lately? Have I caught feelings for him? Him? 

If we could keep it as just sex, it would save heartbreak for everyone. I wouldn’t be complaining. I’m not complaining, the sex was just… wow. The best I’ve had. And, it was the only time for me and him. Did he not like me in bed? What if I was bad at it? Oh my God, I hope not.

Every day I was longing for his touch, but the only thing I received was looks and orders. This was really frustrating me. He was so complicated, I couldn’t figure him out in any way. I guess that was his goal. To be mysterious and unpredictable, closed to everyone around. Mr. J was giving me a hard time.

I was cleaning the boss’s own bedroom - which didn’t need much cleaning, but I cleaned it anyway cause there was nothing else to do - when I heard an echo of a door being shut. He must have come back from business. I heard shouts that seemed like happy ones echoing through the house, but just kept cleaning. Guess Mr. J had successful business today. 

I spotted a gun on the floor and bent to pick it up.It was quite heavy.  I hoped my uniform didn’t go up too high because if someone walked in, there would be quite a funny situation. I reached the gun and picked it up, straightening my posture so it would be more comfortable for me to look at it. It was-

“I would prefer the other position, doll.” I heard him speak from far behind me. My body froze, not knowing what to do. I had just picked up his gun. Oh my God, I’m so dead. Had he been watching me? I was so scared I couldn’t even think of what to say, I couldn’t move an inch. Okay, whatever happens, happens.

My breathing was heavy and quiet as I heard him walk up to me from behind and put his firm hands on my hips. What was happening?

“Be a good girl for Daddy and put that thing down, baby girl.” Mr. J spoke lowly and dominantly in my ear, his breath tingling my skin. I swear, my heart almost jumped out of its cage. I was scared, but also turned on a bit. Wait, did he ask me to put it back? But that would mean bending over again. I could just put it on the night stand. Yeah, let’s go with that option. I slowly, with my body shaking, bent forward and put the small weapon on the night stand, with his grip on me tight. 

“Oh baby,” he almost moaned in my ear. “Obedient today, are we?” He said as I bent back up. He pulled me even closer to his front and I could feel his boner through the fabrics of our clothing (a/n: gOD HELP ME I HAVENT WRITTEN SMUT IN LIKE A YEAR SHBSH I FEEL LIKE IM SINNING). I sucked in a sharp breath at the realisation that he was turned on by me. Wait, was it me? Oh my God what’s happening. “Not talking, either?” He asked and laughed lowly. He was turning me on, christ.

Suddenly Mr. J turned me around to face him and pull our bodies even closer, if that was possible at this point. I finally saw him for the first time today and we were finally as close to each other as last time. He looked pretty good, his shirt was unbuttoned at the top, showing a bit of his pale chest and tattoos and he had a slight smirk on his face. My mouth unvoluntarily fell agape at the sight before me.

“Do you like what you see, doll?” He said and raised my chin up to him with his hand. His eyes were focused on my face, as if searching my features. “C'mon, talk to me. You haven’t said a word.”

“Y-yes, sir, I-”

“It’s Daddy to you now.” He butted in.

“Yes, D-daddy,” I hesitated a bit. I know I was quite young to be working here - I finished high school a year ago, and he was a few years older than me, but his ‘daddy’ fetish was a little weird. “I j-just-”

“You look like something’s bothering you, can you tell Daddy what’s wrong?”

Can I? I mean, it has to do with him. Nah, I won’t let my self-consciousness ruin this perfect moment.

“It’s n-nothing, nothing’s bothering me, Daddy.”

“Really? Are you not lying to me, baby girl?”

“No, Daddy.”

“I love how it sounds when you say it.” Joker growls at me, making me shiver. His left hand makes its way up my back and soon he’s holding the back of my neck tightly, making me gasp. 

He pulls my face closer to his and connects our lips. Oh, so that’s what’s happening. I hesitate at first, but then put my hands around his neck and kiss him back. The way he kissed me was… with power, force and lust. I loved the combination. 

I moaned when he bit down on my lower lip with his metal teeth, there was more pleasure than pain. He grunted with a smirk and untied the bow that was holding my uniform together and threw it somewhere on the floor. I kicked off my heels before he pulled down my tights, all while our lips moved in sync.

Joker pulled away abruptly, making me whine at the loss of contact. He then tightened his grip on my neck and I got it as my que to be quiet.

“Now, baby girl,” he said, moving his hands to my back, “I’m gonna lay you down.” He said and did as promised, slowly, almost teasingly, laying my back first down on his bed. The covers felt like silk against my bare thighs, they were so soft. Joker leans back up and removes his… armory. He looked great from this point of view. He looked good from every angle, actually.

“You know,” he starts speaking matter-of-factly, ”you’re lucky I’m in a good mood today. Business went really well, so I’ve got nothing to be angry about. And to come home to such a great view of baby girl cleaning up… makes my day even better.” He finished, opening the lower buttons of his shirt.

“Aren’t you lucky to have me here, all just for you, Daddy?” I asked in a sweet voice, trying to ignore the hundred questions in my mind.

“Of course I am, my dear doll.” He said before getting on the bed and situating himself above me. “But now… it’s time to play a little bit.” He said, stroking my cheek with the back of his hand. “What do you say?”

“Sure, Daddy.” I said barely above a whisper. Joker showed me his wicked smile and leaned down to kiss me again. I loved how rough, but soft his lips were, I loved the feeling of them. Mr. J’s hips pressed down on mine and his hands moved up to push my dress off of me. Once it was over my head, he threw it somewhere behind us. Now he was fully clothed with his purple shirt hanging on his torso and I was in only my black matching underwear.

Joker then sat up straight and his eyes raked over my body, mine watching him intently.

“We’ve got something beautiful here.” He stated loudly with a lustful smile. “Aren’t you beautiful, my dear?” He asked rethorically and I couldn’t help but to giggle and bite my lip. I watched as his face lowered down to my neck and he started slowly leaving rough kisses on my skin. I moaned as he traced his lips down my body, the valley of my breasts and he stopped at the middle of my tummy. 

“Look at me, doll.” He said quite sternly. I opened my eyes and looked down at him staring at me, his chin resting on my stomach. “Tell me what you want.” He said. He then turned his head so his cheek was on my stomach and his hands were resting under my body. “What do you want… What do you want… What do you want… Tell me, tell me, tell me…” he said, playing with the skin of my back.

“What re the options, Daddy?” I asked, in a half-moan. This all was turning me on so badly I just wanted him to take me right there, right now.

“Well… we could always just go with the boring option… or we could play games… or I could use my fingers, lips or any toy to make you, doll, pleased.” He said with joy filled eyes. “Today’s your day, baby girl. Daddy’s already happy, and he’ll be even more happy if his doll is.” He finished and I smiled at him. “So make your choice, darling.”

“Oh, Daddy, I would love to have your fingers work wonders on me…” I moaned out. 

“Beg for it, baby girl.”

“Oh, please, please, please, Daddy, I want your fingers so bad.” I whined, shutting my eyes closed. “Daddy, please.”

“You sound desperate, doll, so…” He rose up in a sitting position, straddling the sides of my hips. “I will give you what you want.” Mr. J said, tracing his fingers all over my face, moving them just the way to arouse me. I bet my panties were so wet it was visible. Jesus Christ, the things this man made me feel… 

His fingers moved down to my neck, then to my bra covered chest, kneading and touching it perfectly. Where has he been? He knows how to please a woman so well. He ripped my bra in half and threw it away. Multiple moans left my mouth, getting louder each time.

“Yes, baby, be loud, I love to hear you.” Joker encouraged me, moving his fingers further down my body and stopping just above my underwear. “Where do you want my fingers, doll?” He teased, tracing the line of my underwear with his fingers. “Do you want them…” he said, suddenly cupping my heat and making my back arch up from his bed. “There? Would that be okay with you?” Joker leaned in close to my face, his other hand supporting my back, so we were both sitting up. I put my arms around his neck. “Speak.” He growled.

“Y-yes, Daddy,” I managed to choke out. “Right there.” I said just before Joker pressed on my underwear, beginning to trace circles after. “Daddy, that feels s-so good….” I moaned out, dipping my fingers into his skin. He teased my center before moving my underwear to the side and continuing his work without a fabric bothering. “Daddy, please….”

“What? What is it?” Joker asked. “You don’t like it if I tease you, huh? You don’t like that?” He asked with a fake pout on his lips. 

“M-more, please, Daddy…” I begged. I bet there was a satisfied smirk on his face, but I didn’t see. His finger entering me had my eyes closed shut and mouth wide open, high pitched moans leaving it. “Oh, yes…” I sighed in pleasure, only to be interrupted when he added another finger, nearly reaching my G-spot. I almost screamed when he did that, it was more of like a scream and a moan mixed together. Mr. J began to circle them both around in me, bringing me closer to my release any second.

“Are you going to cum on my fingers like the naughty girl you are?” He huskily spoke in my ear, making me near my orgasm even faster. “Go on, do it. Come all over Daddy’s fingers, baby.” He spoke and that was all it took. My body shook, if I hadn’t been holding onto his neck, I’d probably hit the bed hard. With many moans and Mr. J holding me, I finally came to my release.

“Baby, that was wonderful.” He spoke with an audible smirk. I opened my eyes and looked at him, he raised his fingers in my view and licked them clean, humming. “You taste so sweet. I wish I could taste more of you, but not tonight…” Joker said and then leaned forward and kissed me… passionately? It must be a hallucination from the mind-blowing orgasm I just had. With as much energy as I had left, I kissed him back, being laid back down on the mattress under Joker’s body. “Now, baby girl, I hope you can take one more.” 

“Of course I can, Daddy.” I replied with a smile. “I can do anything for you.”

Anything?”

“Yes.”

“Perfect.” He says and connects our lips again. Joker’s hands then reached down to his pants to unzip them. Soon enough the only thing he was wearing was the shirt, which barely covered anything except his arms. He pulled my panties down my legs and leant back over me. My hands slithered on his chest, reaching under the shirt and tugging it off. Mr. J quickly took it off himself, showing me the whole glory, aka his body. God, he was truly something. I ran my hands over both of his biceps, admiring how strong they were, he was. All his tattoos looked so good on his white skin, it was a total contrast

“Doll, you’ll have another time to analyze my body, but it’s not now.” Joker spoke, aligning himself with my entrance. “I believe we have something better to do now, don’t we?” He said before pushing all the way in, making me yelp out loudly. I had forgot how roughly gentle he was during sex, god… I loved it. I loved everything about him. 

“Please, faster..” I moaned out. Soon enough I got what I wanted, Joker and me both moaning in sync. He kissed down my neck while pounding into me like there was no tomorrow, totally leaving a hickey here and there.

“Are you close, baby?” He whispered lowly.

“I am now…” I said.

“Are you going to cum for the second time tonight, doll?” He teased, knowing just how to speak to get me cum sooner. “Aren’t you a naughty little slut for Daddy?”

“Y-yes, Daddy, I am…” It was so hard to speak while he was so deep in me, he was already touching my G-spot again. “Can you p-please go.. Ah! Deeper…” I asked, knowing it’d hurt a bit, but it would be worth it. Joker pushed harder, deeper into me, stretching me out a bit more than before. A string of moans came past my lips when he went probably balls deep in me, and it felt so amazing. “I’m s-so, so close, Daddy…” I moaned out, pulling him closer to me and scratching my nails against the skin of his back.

“Cum, baby, cum for me…” He said shakily, shooting his load in me just as I came undone. My legs were shaking and we were both sweating and breathing heavily. He pulled his member out of me and collapsed on the bed next to me. Now one thing I knew about him was that he couldn’t let anyone see him defeated or just… done in general. But he looked quite exhausted now, beaten down. 

J looked at me and turned my face in his direction by grabbing my chin. My eyelids were dropping close already, I could barely see him in front of me. 

“Rest, my doll.” He said. “You did amazing.” Him kissing my lips was the last thing I felt before totally blacking out.


a/n:  i fINISHED IT OMG YES AHAHHAHAH I AM SO WRITING THE NEXT MORNING TOMORROW MUHAHAHAHH THANKS FOR READING I LOVE YOU ALL SO MUCH REBLOG AND LIKE IF YOU NEED HOLY WATER I HOPE ITS NOT AS BAD AS I THINK IT IS

Tom Holland Imagine: Ready?

Summary: Tom and reader have a false alarm with a pregnancy test which brings them to wonder if they’re actually ready to be parents.

A/N: literally pissed cause I already wrote this but when I tried to post it tumblr deLETED ALL OF IT AND NOW ITS NOT AS GOOD I SUCK IM SORRY IT WAS ACTUALLY PRETTY GOOD THE FIRST TIME AROUND BUT THIS ONE SUCKS IM SORRY

Warnings: none

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I felt my blood run cold as I stared at the plus sign on the stick. How could this have happened!? Tom and I were always so careful… except for that one night… but he just looked so good and we had a few too many, but I still took the morning after pill!

I grabbed for my phone on the bathroom counter and dialed Harrison’s number. He’ll know what to do. He always wants what’s best for Tom.

“Hello?” Harrison cheerfully greeted.

“Harrison? I need you to come over immediately. But please don’t tell Tom!”

“Y/N? What’s wrong? What happened? Are you okay?”

“No, Harrison. I need you to come over here now…”

“I’m on my way.”

I was still staring at the test as I walked into Tom and I’s shared living room and sat down on the couch. I was so zoned in on the little positive sign that I didn’t even realize that Harrison had arrived until I heard his voice calling out my name.

“Y/N? Y/N, where are you!?”

“Living room.” I choked out through my sobs.

I heard heavy footsteps and then silence. I knew Harrison could see the test over my shoulder. I heard his breath hitch as he realized what was in my hand.

“H-How? You and Tom… you’re always so careful!”

“I know, but one night we weren’t… and I was due for my period a week ago and-and I couldn’t figure out what was wrong until Lizzy suggested… this… Harrison, please help me! I don’t know what to do and I-”

“Shhh, Y/N, it’s going to be okay. Everything’s going to be fine. I’m here for you, Tom’s here for you. He won’t leave you, Y/N. He loves you so much. I’ll call and set up a doctor’s appointment for you. You take a nap an-and I’ll set everything up. It’ll be fine, love.”

Harrison was sat next to me now, rubbing my back as I cried into his chest. I felt my eyes grow heavy as Harrison kept rubbing my back and whispering to me that everything was going to be fine.

—Time Skip—

As I came back to consciousness, I realized that I was laying down on the couch with a blanket over me and a pillow under my head. Harrison.

I went to squeeze the test, but it was gone.

I sat up and then realize that Tom was sat across the room, head hanging down, staring at the test.

Tom’s silence only made my fear rise and I soon felt the tears resurfacing.

“You’re pregnant.” He stated with no emotion, which only stressed me out even more.

“Tom, I’m so sorry. I ruined everything, I ruined your whole career, I’m so sorry…”

Tom whipped his head up.

“Love, this is by no means your fault. You did not ruin anything. I love you, Y/N. I’m staying by your side through all of this. Don’t think for a second that I’m going to leave you.”

Tom crossed the room and placed his hands on both of my cheeks, forcing me to look into his warm brown eyes.

“Everything’s going to be just fine, darling. Now, come on, let’s get you to bed. Harrison scheduled you a doctor’s appointment for Thursday.”

Tom scooped me up in his arms and carried me up to our bedroom. I laid my head on his chest and cried as he ran his fingers through my hair.

“It’s going to be okay, love. You’re going to be just fine and in nine months, you’re going to give birth to our child, the most beautiful child in the whole world and that baby, boy or girl, is going to be the most spoiled child in the world. Our child is going to grow up with two loving parents by their side cheering them on through every decision they make. And in 9 months, if you’re willing, I will make you my wife. Y/N, you’re going to be just fine. I promise you, everything is going to be perfect.”

—Time Skip—

Tom and I laid cuddled up on the couch as Beauty and the Beast played in front of us. Tom intertwined our fingers together with one hand while the other was placed over my stomach, rubbing circles lovingly.

“Have you thought of any names yet?” Tom asked out of the blue.

“Hm? Tom, we just found out yesterday that I’m pregnant, of course I haven’t thought of names yet.”

“Well, I have… I started thinking of names the second I saw that plus sign.”

“What did you come up with?”

“Um, well, if it’s a girl, Allison Ellender Holland. Allison named after your best friend and Ellender because Blake Lively’s middle name is Ellender and she’s your idol. And if it’s a boy, Harrison Robert Holland. Harrison because of MY best friend and Robert after RDJ.”

“Those are the two most beautiful names I’ve ever heard. I love you so much, Thomas Stanley Holland.”

“I love you, too, Y/N L/N.”

—Time Skip—

“Well, Mr. and Mrs. Holland-”

“Oh, we’re not married. I’m Ms. L/N, he’s Mr. Holland.”

“Well, then you’ll probably be happy to hear that you’re not pregnant.”

“We’re- what?”

“You’re not pregnant, Ms. L/N.”

“But- the test? And I haven’t gotten my period this month?”

“Tests are false all the time, Ms. L/N. And you’re period skipping a month can happen as well if you’ve experienced a large amount of stress.”

“Honey, you did just wrap up finals last week. Could that have been a cause?” Tom asked.

“Yes, very easily. Ms. L/N, if you have any other complications with your period in the future, please contact us immediately. Have a good day.”

“You too…”

The doctor exited the room leaving Tom and I alone.

I shifted uncomfortably on the table as Tom stared at the floor.

“I know you were scared, but is it okay if I feel a little disappointed right now?”

“Of course, Tom. I surprisingly feel it as well…”

I watched as Tom walked over to me and stood between my legs.

“Y/N, I love you. I actually planned on doing this tonight, but right now just feels right. Yesterday, while you were at lunch with your sister, Harrison and I snuck out and bought something…”

I felt my breath hitch in my throat as I watch Tom get down on one knee.

“Y/N, I first bought this ring because I was under the impression that you were carrying my child, I was uncertain if I was ready to be married, but when I came home that night and saw how beautiful you looked in simply a tshirt and shorts, I knew I was absolutely crazy about you. And I was so ready to start a family with you and that feeling I just felt when that was ripped away from me was all I needed to know that I want you. I want you to be mine forever. And I want to have a family with you. Maybe not immediately though, perhaps we should start with a dog. But anyway, what I’m trying to say is, Y/N L/N, will you marry me?”

“Oh, yes, Tom! Yes! A thousand times yes!”

I flung myself off the table into Tom’s arms.

“Oh, my god! You said yes! Thi-this means that you’re gonna be me wife!? And and and we’re gonna have a family! Oh my god, I love you so much!”

Tom pressed a kiss to my forehead and wiped the tears from both of our eyes. He took my hand and slid the ring onto my finger.

“…perfect. absolutely perfect…” He whispered under his breath.

“Oh, Tom, this is amazing! We have to start the phone calls though! You call your mom and I’ll call mine!”

“Oh, god, yes!”

I laughed as I watched Tom fumble with his phone.

“Mum? Mum! SHE SAID YES!”

Imagine Chris admitting he’s still in-love with you.

A/N: Lol, what’s a hiatus? This is based on Ed Sheeran’s ‘Happier’ in his new album ‘Divide’. First of all, I’m in-love with that album. If you haven’t heard it, go listen to it right now. Actually, listen to the song while you’re reading this. I promise that it’ll trigger all the feels in the world. I know I usually write happy stuff, but this song is too good not to write to so- here’s a little bit of angst for y'all. (Relax, it ends sweet.) Grab some tissues. X

“Why are you doing this to yourself, man?”

“I just have to see her, Scott,” Chris mumbled into the phone; his brother sighed on the other end. “This month has been terrible and-” he cut himself off with a shake of his head. “I just have to see her,” he repeated. “She’s the one person I want to see right now.”

“And she’s the one person that doesn’t want to see you right now, Chris,” he painfully reminded Chris; this time is was Chris’ turn to sigh. “You broke her heart, the least you can do is let her move on in peace. Don’t go to that bar, turn around and go home. You’re not going to feel better seeing her happy with someone else, just go home.”

There was a short moment of silence where Chris stopped and thought about what Scott was telling him. He knew himself and he knew was going to the bar anyway, but he thought about it. “Do you think I’m ever going to happy again?” He heard himself ask; he was doubtful without you in his life, but he could use a lie.

“Yes,” Scott answered. “Now go home, Chris.”

Chris hung up and continued down 29th and Park, ignoring both Scott’s advice and the better part of him. He made his way towards Carlson’s Bar where he knew you’d be supporting your best friend’s band, just like any other typical Friday night. His heart ached when he remembered that just a month ago, he was the one you took with you to Spencer’s show and now it was Nick; a co-worker that’d wasted no time to claim the opportunity of a lifetime that Chris so carelessly tossed aside. It was his fault, Chris knew that. He’d done quite a bit to hurt you in the three years you were together, he had thought he’d a lifetime to make it up to you; he didn’t. As much as you loved him, you couldn’t spend your entire life waiting on him to commit.

Chris turned the corner and stopped dead in his tracks; his blue eyes well with tears when he saw you in another’s arms. He was expecting it, but nothing could have braced his heart for what he laid eyes on. You were smiling, brighter than he’d seen in a while. Nick tightened his grip on you, whispering sweet nothings in your ear to make you laugh because there was no sound better than your laughter. Chris remembered when he used to do that, he used to be able to make you happy. He didn’t know when or why he stopped, he just knew it was the biggest mistake of his life. If he could go back, he would change everything so you’d be with him looking as happy- if not, happier than you were right now with Nick.

“Stop,” you laughed, squirming away from Nick’s clean shaven nuzzles. You tried not to let your smile falter when your heart reminded you of how Chris’ beard felt against your skin when he playfully nuzzled you. “Let’s go inside, it’s freezing out here.”

“Okay,” Nick smiled and pulled away from you to take your gloved hand.

You smiled as Nick held the door open for you. He was perfect, but it didn’t stop your mind from thinking of your Friday nights with Chris. It was never that simple with him, he always found a way to postpone joining the crowd because he preferred one on one time with you. He’d purposely walk slower or pretended he left something in his car so you’d have to turn back, only to find out that what he left was a kiss. As you walked inside, you found yourself remembering the way Chris would counter your “let’s go inside, it’s freezing out here” with a tighter hug that would “keep you warm, sweetheart.”

The more you thought about Chris, the worst you felt about being with Nick. It’d only been a month since you broke things off with him, how could be with someone else already? You spent three years with the man, the least you could’ve done was wait a little longer before you started to move on. Though it wasn’t likely that you were ever going to move on with anyone; Chris had ruined you for other men. If he had just shut up and committed, instead of making excuses and stalling- you’d be with him right now. You liked Nick, but your feelings for him were never going to compare with what you felt- still felt, despite how broken he left you- for Chris. He was the one for you, just as you were for him; the sad thing was he didn’t realize it until you walked out the door.

“I’m going to go grab a drink,” Nick told you and you nodded. “Do you want anything?” You shook your head; the last thing you needed was alcohol in your system. “Okay, I’ll be right back.” He gently squeezed your arm then disappeared into the crowd.

You scanned the room for familiar faces; it was the same group every Friday night. Spencer’s and yours mutual friends, as well as his other group of friends and his co-workers. It was always a good night, but it wasn’t until the first Friday night without Chris that you realized it was only always a good night because of him. You felt your vision blur as your heart wrenched in your chest; you really needed to get out of there.

The cold outside felt more inviting than the warm, slightly easing the emotional grief you’d been carrying on your shoulders since you broke up with Chris. The past month had been incredibly difficult for the both of you. The experience was about the same, neither of you liked living by yourself after living with each other for the past two years. It felt like a punch to your gut when you’d wake up without him by your side; the apartment you were now living in felt like it was constantly trying to suffocate you with isolation and loneliness. Every day, you’d wake up wondering if leaving him was the right thing to do. A month had passed and you still didn’t know if you were happier now, or happier with him.

“Y/N,” you heard Chris’ voice and you flinched. You shook your head, not wanting to turn around because there was no- “Y/N,” his hand wrapped around your wrist and he turned you around; you swallowed the urge to start crying.

“What are you doing here?” You asked, yanking your wrist out of his grip. You knew you’d break if he continued to touch you, you’d just melt right back into his arms despite everything he’d put you through. “We said clean break,” you reminded him.

“No.” He shook his head, his pretty blues glistened under the flickering street lights. “You said clean break, I told you I didn’t want to break up.” You turned away from him, taking slow, deep breaths; he didn’t need to see you cry.

“You didn’t want to commit either,” you bit as you turned back to him. “We were together for three years, Chris. We lived together for two. But still, whenever you were asked- you couldn’t admit you were in a relationship. You went out and partied like a bachelor, traveling the world like you had no one waiting on you at home.”

“Y/N, it was part-”

“It’s part of your job,” you cut him off. “Yeah, I know. That was always the excuse, wasn’t it?” Tears rolled down your cheeks and you quickly wiped them away. “I didn’t know being an actor meant you couldn’t be a boyfriend- that you couldn’t be a husband. But I do now, so- thank you, I’ll know better next time than to fall in-love with an actor.”

“I was just trying to protect you-”

“From what?” You scoffed. “From the media, from your fans? Newsflash, Chris- I knew what I was getting into when Captain freakin’ America asked me out. I didn’t need protection, I needed you to be proud to be in a relationship. I stood by you through everything; your work schedule, the distance, the tabloids and the rumors because- I loved and trusted you. But I guess all that wasn’t enough to be able to be Chris Evans’ girlfriend. You say you were protecting me, but you were just protecting yourself from commitment.”

“I know,” he nodded, agreeing with you for the first time. “I was stupid,” he said, taking your hands in his. “I wasn’t ready to settle down. I thought if I kept it from the media then- it wouldn’t be real and if we ever broke up- I wouldn’t have to deal with it. I thought if I could just get through my Marvel contract then- I don’t know, Y/N! I don’t know what I was thinking, I just-” He started to cry, making you cry. “I made a mistake, I was an idiot who didn’t know any better. But I do now, I am so in-love with you and I can’t- I can’t do this without you.”

“Am I meant to just forgive you?” You didn’t pull your hands away because you’d missed his touch. “You broke my heart, Chris,” you told him and he nodded in acknowledgment. “Do you know how much it sucked hearing people talk about how I was in a relationship with a man who couldn’t even admit he was taken? Do you know how much it hurt to see you with a fan who thinks it’s okay to get touchy because you’re apparently single? Do you realize how many of my friends’ weddings we’ve attended in our three years together? I can’t keep waiting for you to commit, Chris. I don’t want to,” you shook your head.

“I know, I’m sorry- I’m so sorry, Y/N. I just- I know how much I’ve hurt you, but I also know that no one is going to love you as much as I do. I made a mistake, that’s all- and I’m going to spend the rest of my life making it up to you. Just-” he pulled you into a tight hug, burying his face into the crook of your neck. “Please,” he begged, crying. “Please let me.”

“I’m with Nick,” you cried softly, fighting the urge to just hug him back. It broke your heart to see him like this, and God- you just wanted to kiss his sorrows away. “I’m with someone else, Chris.” You repeated and he started crying harder, clutching onto you like you were his oxygen. “I can’t-” you gently pushed Chris away, “it’s not fair on him.”

“I know,” he whispered, wiping his tears away with the back of his hand. “And it’s not fair on you either, you deserve better than me.” You tried not to cry at that. “Are you happier with him?” He asked and cupped your face in his hands, gently brushing your tears away.

“Yes,” you lied with a nod.

“Okay,” he managed a smile. “Just know that- If he breaks your heart, I’m going to be waiting right here for you.” You nodded, crying softly as Chris pressed a kiss against your forehead. “I’ll see you, Y/N.” He said as he reluctantly pulled his hands away.

You closed your eyes as he walked off into the night because you knew you’d run after him if you watched him leave. You’d rather be with Chris, everyone- including Nick, who had watched the whole thing go down from the inside- knew that. So why didn’t you go with him? Why were you so stubborn? Why didn’t Chris stay and fight for you? Nick didn’t get it, none of your friends watching did. Then, it was as though a jolt of lightning went off in both yours and Chris’ brains. You opened your eyes and started towards his direction, just as he turned around and ran back towards you. You met halfway and shared an embrace that ended in a kiss so passionate and deep that on lookers blushed.

“I’m happier with you,” you whispered when Chris broke the kiss, pressing his forehead against yours.

“And I’m only happy with you,” he responded then kissed you again, smiling. “Come with me to the premiere of Gifted,” he told you. “We’ll walk the carpet together, we’ll announce our engagement.” You felt your eyes narrow at that, but you couldn’t wipe the smile off your face; it was finally happening. “Just let me show you off to the world, let me tell everyone I’m taken.”

“But we’re not engaged,” you chuckled softly.

“Not yet,” he smiled. “The ring’s at home so I can’t-”

“Yes,” you nodded and his smile widened. “Yes, I’ll marry you.” You told him and he hugged you tightly, breathing you in. The engagement was long overdue, he wished he’d done it earlier so he didn’t cause you as much grief as he did but- he was happy things ended the way it did.

“I’m never letting you go again.”

“Me neither,” you agreed, smiling.

Title: Secondhand Memories
Character: Shaun Murphy
A/n: A short story to help pass the time till the next episode. But there actually isn’t a lot of reader/shaun interaction in this one, but i’m willing to do a second part that elaborates more on it if anyone wants it!

Shaun didn’t see you in the morning like he always did. Usually, he’d walk in to find you balancing a cup of coffee on a closed binder of charts, or twirling a pen in between your fingers while you spoke to one of the other doctors.

Today though, he came through the usual doors at his usual time and looked around for you. He was pretty excited to tell you about the nice elderly lady on the bus who called him handsome. But the whole front lobby was absent of your presence.

It was a bit alarming at first, but then he saw Claire walk over and place a stack of multi-colored binders onto the receptionists desk.

“Good morning, Dr. Browne.” Shaun said once he walked up to her, looking up from his hands to smile at her. “You look nice today, have you seen Dr. (L/n)?”

Claire looked up at him, surprised that he was even talking to her after their other failed attempts at having conversations with one another. “Oh hey, yeah she called in today. I didn’t hear why though.”

“Do you think she’s sick?” Shaun asked, thinking back on last night and if you were showing any other symptoms during the car ride to his house.

Claire smiled. “I wouldn’t worry too much, she’ll be fine. I’m just glad she’s resting, (Y/n) forgets to take care of herself sometimes and then it just all catches up to her. It’s not very healthy but she’s been doing it for as long as I’ve known her.”

Shaun tilted his head, he didn’t know that about you. “Could you tell me more about Doctor (L/n)? You seem to know her best.”

Claire quirked an eyebrow, usually when people started asking personal questions about you, it was almost always because they were trying to get on your good side before poorly attempting to seduce you.

But this was Shaun.

“Well, that’s a pretty heavy question,” She observed, tapping the end of her pen on the papers. “She’s brilliant, like the rest of the doctors I know, but special in her own way.”

“If she’s like the rest of the doctors you know, what makes her special? Doesn’t that suggest that she is on the same level with her coworkers?” Shaun asked, watching on as Claire flipped through her patient charts.

Claire looked over at him and blinked. “That’s not what I meant, it’s just-” She stopped herself, mouth still opened as she clicked her pen, trying to conduct the words. “It’s kind of hard to explain.”

“Can you try?” Shaun pushed, there was a lot about you that he didn’t know, but wanted to. He was never good at getting to know people, and he was often too afraid to bring up conversations with those he wanted to. Talking to someone who knew you felt more secure than trying to ask you in person, at least to him.

She smiled at him. “Yeah, sure,” Claire was silent again, but then her eyes got a certain glimmer to them when she began to think back at her time at med school with you. “(Y/n) and I have known each other for a really long time, but when we first started out, as interns,” She looked up to find him listening intently, leaning closer as he tried to take in the information.

“We really never got to do much, scutwork and looking in on surgeries from the background. But there was this one time when I was chosen to be on one of the attending surgeons teams and she was scrubbing in to observe like usual. Long story short, it went horribly wrong, and I started to panic. Everything was sort of coming at me full force and I was genuinely stuck,”

There was another pause, and a soft smile took up her face. “And then (Y/n) comes up to me, and she started talking me through it in this real soft and gentle voice. Asking me what I remembered and what I could do to solve the problem. There was a man dying right in front of her and she was the calmest I’d ever seen her, she had the same amount of experience I had, but it was like she knew exactly what to say and do to help me. It was amazing, and she’s still like that now.”

Shaun looked down at his hands, too sheepish to meet her gaze. “I don’t really understand.”

Claire smiled, a reddish hue on her face as she folded up her charts and tucked them under her arms. “Like I said, it’s hard to explain. Maybe you’ll get to see it in action and then it’ll make more sense, I’ll meet you in the OR, Dr. Murphy.”

ISAAC LAHEY X READER

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Request: Can you do an Isaac imagine where you always leave your window open so he can sleep with you and one night you to get into a really bad fight and you close the window and he knows he messed up bad? Thanks

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A/N: I tried to give this one a more happy ending than the last Isaac imagine. Okay, a lot more happy. ;)

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Where he usually lay, creating a warm bubble of warmth as he tangled himself beneath the white sheets, was a cold and empty patch of mattress. If she buried her face in his feathery pillow where his scent lingered, she would breathe in his cologne, and it would almost be like he was there. 

It was around ten, not that she was paying attention, and by this time at night the town would go still, lights would flicker off, and Isaac Lahey would sneak into her window wearing a big and dopey grin, but this time he didn’t. They would sleep beside each other every night, but it was never anything more than that, him bundled around her, or vise versa, a source of comfort for the two who didn’t feel like they had anybody else.

She couldn’t sleep, so she sat up abruptly and rubbed at her eyes, walking over to her mirror and staring at the disheveled figure that blinked in the reflection. She was wearing a lacy white tank top and navy blue sleep shorts, her hair in a tangled pony, and usually bright eyes were instead sporting dark purple circles. She yawned and reached for a knit quilt which she took with her as she sat on the ledge beside her window, head tilted onto the cool glass, blanket over her knees. She breathed fog onto the window, and rubbed it away so she could stare blankly out into the starry night sky. Though she tried with all her might not to think about it, to think about him, she couldn’t help it.

“I’ll see you later?” she smiled, nudging Isaac.

His smile wavered and melted away, “actually, no.”

“Oh,” she said with surprise, “how come?”

Isaac stared at her, his next words low and soft, “because I don’t want to, and because it’s never going to happen again.”

And thus a fight had broken out between the two, one that both didn’t last long, or make any sense to her. He’d snapped, one moment himself, the next moment not, and she wanted to know how she went wrong, or if she’d hurt him. Usually by this time she’d be sleeping, and Isaac would’ve pulled her right into his chest, his arms snugly around her as if she were the only thing keeping him alive, and she would drift off into him with a smile on her lips. The longing that churned in her stomach made her sink forward into her knees with a long sigh. 

“Did I do something out of line?” she reasoned.

He was getting more angered now, his jaw pulsating, “no, it was my mistake to come at all.”

“But…I thought-”

“Thought what? Get over it, okay? Those nights meant nothing.”

It was so dark out by now that all the lights were blinked out except the sparkling ones in the sky. For a minute, she pulled open her window, letting the cool breeze from outside woosh across her face and send goosebumps to her skin. A part of her felt like if she opened that window, Isaac would appear, and it would all go back to normal. She blinked her eyes closed, remembering their last night together, which had been only a few weeks ago, weeks that felt so far away.

“Hey,” his lips twitched faintly.

They were rolled to their sides, facing each other, so close their noses almost touched. Isaac wore his jeans but had tossed his shirt to the floor, making it difficult for her to keep her eyes glued to his face. His honey colored curls toppled across his forehead, his blue eyes bright.

“Hey,” she smiled.

“Why are you awake?”

“Couldn’t sleep. You?”

“Same.”

“How come?”

“I guess I was just, thinking.”

“About what?”

“You.”

She snapped out of her daze, blinking down at the two bright lights that appeared in the folds of darkness. They were eyes, golden ones. She took in a sharp breath and slammed the window closed, clicking the lock shut and bounding back to her bed, diving beneath the sheets in hopes he hadn’t seen her. A rustling came from outside, and then face appeared at the window, a rasp of knuckles at the glass, but she didn’t move, her eyes slammed shut as she feigned sleep. There were a couple seconds of silence, and then-

“(Y/N)?”

His voice was soft, broken sounding, and unmistakably Isaac Lahey’s. Just the way her name sounded coming off his lips almost sent her spiraling.

 “Please,” he tried again, a plea.

Her hands trembled and she tried with little luck to drown his voice out.

“I know you’re awake,” he said quietly, “I can hear the way you’re breathing.” He paused, voice breaking, “please, let me in, please.”

It wasn’t enough for her to open the window, but it was enough that she sat up, blinking at the boy outside. She could barely make him out, but was sure those golden wolf eyes could see her in crystal clear view. She turned her lamp on and faced Isaac, who’s eyes had lost their familiar glow, a heavy lack of sleep visible from his face and tousled curls.

“I messed up,” he said, his head bent in shame.

“Yeah, you did,” she tried to keep her voice steady.

“Please, let me explain.”

“You already did,” she snapped, mocking him, “it was a mistake.”

“No, no,” he shook his head, bringing a palm up to her window when she moved to her blinds. His eyes resumed their bright blue color, and it was a human hand that was pressed to her glass. She walked slowly to him, sinking down to the floorboards and hating herself for caving so easily. She raised her hand to the glass, pressing it against Isaac’s, and he bent forward so that his forehead could be against hers.

“Please,” he said again, blue eyes boring into her.

“Fine.”

She let him in, the tall boy struggling, as usual, to fit himself through. He stepped into her room, wearing black jeans and a navy shirt, eyes flickering around as if to see if she’d changed anything from the last time. He took in a deep breath, like he wanted to breathe in something familiar, to breathe her in, and for the first time, she saw clearly the purple markings that circled around his neck.

“What hap-” she began.

“I needed to see you,” he cut her off, “to say I’m sorry.”

She blinked at him with a cold expression.

“I just couldn’t stay away any longer. My dad, he found out I was sneaking out, and if he’d known I was coming to see you, he could’ve done something awful,” Isaac stumbled. “I had to keep you away so he wouldn’t find you, o-or hurt you.”

“But instead he hurt you,” she breathed, looking at the bruises on his flesh.

“It’s worth it,” he mumbled, “if you’re safe.”

“But I’m not,” she said, “not without you.”

“What do you mean?” his eyebrows arched, lips bending.

“I mean the nightmares have started again, since you left,” she whispered.

His eyes flickered sadly over her face, “mine too.”

She frowned and reached for his hand, trailing her fingertips lightly over his palms. His heart hammered obnoxiously in his chest, and he took in a sharp breath, “I can’t stay.” He pulled his hand back into his chest, distancing himself from her because he knew the smallest of touches would be enough for him to never leave.

“You can,” she said, “stay.”

“No, if I got home and my dad found out,” he began.

“Then don’t go home,” she stated, the answer so simple to her.

“What?”

“Stay,” she said again.

He stared at her, silence enveloping them as he searched for the right words to say, but finding none. She stood, closing the distance between their bodies and bringing her hand to Isaac’s sculpted cheekbones. When he tried to turn from her, she pressed her fingertips into him lightly.

“Don’t,” she begged. “Don’t do that thing where you push me away.”

“I can’t,” he looked down at her. “I can’t hurt you.”

“You won’t,” she ran her fingers along his jaw, “okay?”

He just stared at her, “how come you care so much?” His voice had dropped lower, like he was sensing something for the first time, like he was seeing her differently.

“Isaac, what were you gonna say that night, when you couldn’t sleep?” she averted the question and the tingling sensation in the pit of her stomach, “you never told me.”

“Neither did you,” he said.

Her hand dropped, and she shifted a little with discomfort.

“Was it nightmares keeping you up?” he asked.

“No, you know I don’t get them when-”

“When I’m there,” he finished.

She nodded.

“So what then?”

His words were soft and dangerous, like his next actions relied entirely upon her answer. She turned and began to pace with agitation, eyes glued to the dark floorboards, loose strands of heir toppling over her cheeks as she took in shallow breaths. 

“Hey, hey,” Isaac steadied her, hands coming firmly to either side of her shoulder, “look at me.”

And she did. Her eyes flickered over those searing eyes, and gold locks, and full lips that drove her crazy. She took in a deep breath, Isaac’s dark cologne wafting into her lungs and making her dizzy.

“Will you stay?” she asked.

He brushed back her hair and ran his slender fingertips gently up to grip her face. He had to bend down to reach her, his forehead gently touching hers, breath cool and voice alluring when he answered, “as soon as you tell me, honestly.”

She stared at him, heart racing as his blue eyes devoured her, “come on sweetheart, I just need one word,” he said. “One word and I’m all yours,” he promised. “What was keeping you up?”

“You.”

And then his lips were on hers, and they became a tangled mess of body parts, her arms slinking around his neck, fingers tangled in his honey colored curls, Isaac’s hands grabbing roughly at her waist, the two going stumbling across the bedroom. She went falling to the bed, Isaac closing in over her as his lips attached hungrily back against her own, his hands crawling beneath her shirt and sending electricity through her bare skin. He nudged more forcefully into her mouth, hunger growing when she sighed and made that noise of contempt against him. His lips found her neck, and he pinned her waist down so she couldn’t wriggle as his mouth danced across her sensitive skin, tongue pressing slow into her and leaving purple marks. She tilted her head up, feeling his soft hair and hot breath against her and making Isaac go mad when she said his name the way she did. His slender fingertips went sliding down her stomach, sending shivers that made her arch her back beneath him.

He pulled hastily away, blue eyes boring into her, “you don’t know how many nights I lay here thinking about this, thinking about all the things I wanted to do to you,” he said huskily.

“So do them,” she dared.

And this time they didn’t sleep.

Tom Holland Imagine: City of Stars

Summary: You complain to Tom about how people don’t really go dancing anymore and how planetariums are your favorite place in the world. Tom decides to plan a perfect date for your anniversary.

A/N: I saw La La Land last night and it was incredible and while I was watching it I got really angry about how people don’t go like dancing anymore the way the used to its always grinding and twerking now and I hate it and it also reminded me about how much I love planetariums and that’s how this was born okay bye

Warnings: Cussing

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“No, you don’t get it, Tom! I know people go dancing still but it’s like ‘oh you’re hot so I’m gonna rub my ass on your crotch and then we’ll go and fuck.’ And its stupid. Completely stupid and I hate it! Why can’t people still go dancing like the did in the '40s or something.”

“Because it’s 2017, that’s why.”

“Fine. Then we’ll build a space ship and fly far away.”

“And how do you plan on doing that?”

“I don’t know. Maybe I’ll just go to the planetarium and pretend that one of those tiny stars is a planet where there’s a girl just like me going dancing with her famous boyfriend who plays Bee-Man and is having the time of her life!”

“Bee-Man? Really?”

“Well I was gonna say Ant-Man but he actually exists so I had to think fast!”

Tom chuckled and pulled me into his chest. One of his hands ran through my hair while the other was being held by my two smaller ones.

“Can you believe it’s almost Valentine’s Day?”

“Yeah… that’d make it, what? 3 years? Cause you’re a cheeseball and made me wait 3 months before you made it official on Valentine’s Day?”

“Hey! I was trying to be romantic!”

“If we had started seeing each other in late January, then yes, it would have been reasonable to wait till Valentine’s Day but we started dating in November, honey. You were lucky you’re cute or else I would’ve been long gone.”

Tom laughed and kissed the top of my head.

“At one point I thought about asking you at 11:59 on February 13th as a joke but then Harrison informed that that would result in me with an ice cream in my face.”

“Yeah, you got that right.”

Tom and I turned our attention back to the TV that was playing Endless Love. We both disliked this movie but it was the one he had taken me to see when he asked me to be his girlfriend so we made an exception to watch it only when it was on TV… until Harrison thought that we actually liked it and bought it for us. Now we watch it on February 4th. Exactly 10 days before our anniversary because 10 is Tom’s lucky number.

I snuggled into his chest and closed me eyes, drifting off into a peaceful sleep.

—Tom’s POV—

“So do you know what you’re gonna do for her on Valentine’s Day?” Zendaya asked over brunch with her, Jacob, Harrison and Laura.

“Yeah, I think I do…”

“Well, spill!”

“Okay, she kinda spilled a lot to me while we were cuddling the other night and I kinda wanna do it all for her but I don’t exactly know how…”

“Well, what did she say?”

“That she misses dancing… like, not clubbing, but actual dancing the way the did in the '40s and '50s. And she also said that she loves planetariums because she likes to look at the stars and imagine what’s going on over there.”

“So, take her to the planetarium and then take her dancing!” Harrison suggested.

“No, this needs to be more magical. I mean it is their 3 year anniversary.” Laura said.

“Yeah… OH! I’ve got it! So, I’m really good friends with the owner of the planetarium in LA! He’s an old family friend! I’ll call him up! He’s usually closed on Valentine’s Day to spend time with his wife and so maybe I can get him to let you and Y/N use it for the night! You can take her dancing IN the stars!” Zendaya yelled.

“Oh my god, that’s perfect! Please call him!”

“Doing it right now!”

—Your POV—

I was humming while dancing around in the kitchen of Tom and I’s apartment. I jumped when I felt a pair of arms slide around my waist and lift me up.

“Good morning, beautiful.” Tom whispered in my ear.

“Good morning to you, too, sleepy head.”

Tom smiled before he leaned down and kissed me.

“Go pack a bag for 1 day and 2 nights. We leave in a few hours.”

“What? What do you mean? Our anniversary is tomorrow we can’t be leaving town! What about our reservations!?”

“Yes we can. I already cancelled them. This is your present. Now run along and get packed.”

“Where are we going?”

“It’s a surprise. Pack stuff to sleep in, clothes for warm weather and a nice dress.”

“Okay…”

—Time Skip—

“LA, Tom?! You’ve taken me to LA!?”

“Yes… is that okay?”

“More than okay! The cold weather was driving me insane! Now come on, we have to get to our hotel!”

Tom had called an Uber to pick us up from the airport and it drove us to a beautiful hotel.

“Oh, Tom! This is amazing!”

“Thank you, beautiful. Now let’s go inside, order room service and then cuddle for the rest of the night. Tomorrow is a big day!”

Tom and I spent the night shoving our faces with pizza and watching Friends on TV. I eventually fell sleep while laying in his lap. I was briefly brought back into consciousness when I felt arms pick me up and place me onto our bed. I felt Tom slide in next to me and press a kiss to my temple.

“I do hope tomorrow goes as planned.” I hear him whisper before he snuggles his face in the crook of my neck and falls asleep.

—Time Skip—

“Tom, this food is delicious! How did you even get reservations to this place on Valentine’s Day!? And so quickly!?”

“Uh, hello? I’m Spider-Man. Far better and superior to Bee-Man.”

I laughed and felt Tom grab my hand across the table.

“We better hurry up and finish. I still have one surprise left for you.”

I smiled over at Tom as he pointed to his watch that I had given him this morning. He had been wanting it for a while. His parents told me they were getting it for him for Christmas so I didn’t buy it for him but then they accidentally ordered the wrong one. So, I bought him the right one for our anniversary.

Tom paid the bill and grabbed my hand. He drug me out the door and down the street.

“Where are we going!?”

“You’ll see!”

After about 20 minutes of walking, we were met with a cab at the bottom of a giant hill. Tom opened the door for me and I got inside. Tom came in next to me and the cab began to drive. The drive up the hill was beautiful.

When we reached the top, I was met with a beautiful white building.

“Tom, what is this place?”

“You ask too many questions. Just follow me.”

Tom held my hand as he walked up to the door.

“And this is where I blindfold you.”

“Wha-”

I was cut off by Tom shushing me and placing a piece of cloth over my eyes and tying it. Tom grabbed my hand and led me inside. He guided me through the building very well but still managed to bump into a few things causing both of us to laugh. Finally, I heard a door open and close.

“You can take it off, now.”

I slid the blindfold off my eyes and gasped at what I saw.

Tom and I were standing in a giant black room, surrounded by stars and tiny planets.

“Welcome to the City of Stars.” Tom whispered in my ear before a soft piano sound started playing. Tom circled around me and held his hand out.

As soon as I took it, he pulled me into his chest and placed my hand on his shoulder before he placed his on my lower back.

Tom began to lead me around the the floor, spinning me, dipping me, and lifting me to the sound of the music.

As we danced, I looked around at all the stars and planets that seemed to be dancing with us. I was so caught up in my thoughts that I hadn’t even noticed that Tom had stopped dancing.

“Which one do you think Bee-Man and his slightly less beautiful version of you live on?”

I smiled at Tom and left his side to walk around the planetarium. I scanned over every star before one in particular stood out.

“That one.” I said, as I pointed to it.

I felt Tom slide his arms around my waist from behind as we looked at the star.

“Well, then that one’s yours.” Tom said as he held a certificate out to me.

“What?”

“Yup. All we have to do is right down its location, give it a name and sign this document and then it’s yours. So, what do you want to name this shinning star in the Pegasus constellation?”

“The City of Stars.”

Tom smiled and pulled me into a passionate kiss as the piano music came to and end around us.

“I think I want it to stay…”

Turn Around

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Title: Turn Around

Pairing: Gibbs x Reader

Word Count: 1,021

Warnings: fluff

A/N: This was requested by an anon: Being friends with Abby and telling her about your crush on Gibbs not knowing that he is right behind you, please? ;) I hope you all enjoy! I love you all so much! <3

It was routine for you to visit Abby while Gibbs went to autopsy.  You had a Caf-Pow in your hand and somewhat of a smile on your face.  Usually you had a wide grin on your face as you greeted the forensic scientist, but something was on your mind today.   When you entered her lab, she could tell right away.  Since you and Abby were best friends, she could always tell when something was off about you.

Abby took the Caf-Pow politely from your hands just as she noticed the suddenly somber look you had on your face.  It was still early in the case, she would make time to talk to you after going over the evidence.

You quirked an eyebrow at Abby, noticing that she was going through her findings rather quickly.  It seemed like she wasn’t wasting any time.  Once she finished, she spun on her heels to face you.

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Title: Coach Negan (Part 2.)

CHAPTER TITLE: Tryouts

Character(s): Negan and Reader (pre-apocalypse/AU)
Summary:
The day of tryouts, you and Negan become a bit more familiar with one another through texts.
Word Count: 4,341
Warning: SEXUAL TENSION, age difference, and obviously Negan’s language.
Author’s Note: This was fun to write. It has a different structure in the beginning, but regardless, I enjoyed it! Also, can y’all feel the attraction between these two? My god. I can’t wait for this story to develop even more ;-)

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Title: Love Is Blind
Character: Matt Murdock
Continuation of: http://ofnifflersandkings.tumblr.com/post/164090732892/title-missed-connection-character-matt-murdock

You crashed into your apartment door, leaning heavily against it as you tried to collect all of your thoughts. You were staring blankly into the room until you realized how big of a fool you made of yourself in front of Matt. Your hands flew up to cover your eyes as you groaned in embarrassment, trying to push away the events of the night.

You shouldn’t have kissed him back.

It was a mistake.

So then why did you feel so happy when it happend?

You could easily admit that Matthew Murdock was incredibly attractive. But more than that he was so sweet and kind. He had always been supportive of you and genuinely cared about you as a person.

Taking a deep sigh, you pushed yourself off the door and moped into the kitchen, fetching yourself a glass and pouring a healthy amount of wine into it before moving to the couch.

You nursed the glass in your hand, sloshing around the liquid as you tried to come to some kind of conclusion.

You just liked Matt so much, and you worried about him all the time now that you understood just what it is that he does.

Then a thousand scenarios flew into your head and you promptly shut it down.

You should have just left yourself out of it like Matt told you to.

After work, you slowly made your way to Foggy and Matt’s firm, your hand nervously gripping onto the shoulder strap of your satchel as you walked down the street, grimacing when you finally reached the front door.

You didn’t want to show up, but ignoring the place as a whole would have just made it too obvious to everyone.

So, you bucked up and put on a smile as you opened the door.

Karen looked up from her desk and broke out into a grin when she saw you. Standing up from her chair she was quick to pull you into a hug.

“There you are! I was gonna call when you didn’t show up for lunch like usual.” Karen pulled back from the hug and lead you into her office.

“Oh yeah, I was just super caught up at work and time must have gotten away from me.” You told her, digging your hands into your coat pockets as you looked to the ground.

“Oh believe me, I know exactly what that’s like and-” Karen looked up from her desk and the smile slowly fell off her face when she saw your expression. “Something happened, tell me.”

Your head shot up and your eyes went wide. “What?! No!” You let out a shaky laugh and scoffed. “I’m totally fine.”

“(Y/n).”

You took one look into her eyes and your whole facade came tumbling down as you crashed into the seat in front of her. “You have to promise not to tell anyone.” Your voice was as quiet as you could manage.

Karen nodded, moving from around her desk to lean on the front of it, her head inclined towards you so she could hear. “I promise.”

You looked at her with a questioning brow and fell into the back of your chair as your hands preoccupied themselves with your coat buttons. “Last night, Matt and I kissed.”

“What!” Karen shouted, but her hands immediately came to cover her mouth as her eyes bugged out.

“Karen!”

She let out a laugh, shaking her head. “Sorry! I’m sorry,” Her voice was much more quiet now. “I just wasn’t expecting that.” Her hand came to tap your shoulder as a glimmer showed up in her eyes. “But yay!”

“No, not yay,” You said, standing up from the chair as you paced the office. “It was…a mistake, I shouldn’t have kissed him back. I don’t know what I was thinking.”

Karen frowned, her hands grabbing into yours as she made you stop in your tracks. “Hey, think about this for a second. Clearly he likes you, and you must feel the same if you kissed him back.”

“And then I kissed him again.” You groaned, head falling onto her shoulder.

“Oh, my sweet summer child,” Karen cooed, and she tried to console you. “I think you should talk to him.”

You pulled away from her, opening your mouth to answer but someone else beat you to it.

“I was wondering when you would stop by.”

You whirled around to find Matt waiting by the door and you jumped back.

“Oh! Hello, Matt.” You said weakly.

“Karen, would you mind if I spoke to (Y/n) for a minute?”

You shot her a pleading glance but she must not have seen it because she pushed you towards him with a smile. “Of course, have her back by 10.”

Matt smiled and held the door open for you before he lead you outside and the two of you started walking down the street.

“I didn’t think you were going to come in today,” Matt commented as he tried not to focus on your heartbeat, wanting to hear you explain yourself.

“Yeah, well,” You shrugged, trying to think of the right words to put together. “I didn’t want Fog or Karen to worry.”

It became silent, but the air surrounding the two of you was one of hesitation and hurt. It was obvious that the both of you had much to say to one another, but neither of you wanted to do it first.

“I don’t think it was a mistake.” Matt spoke up suddenly, causing you to look at him.

“I know that you might think so, but I don’t.”

You stopped walking, brows furrowing together. “How do you know that?”

“Please, it takes a lot more than whispering for me not to hear it.” Matt answered, turning around so he was now facing you.

Your gaze was firmly upon the ground.

You didn’t know how to answer him.

“I’m sorry.”

“Can you at least tell me why?” Matt asked, taking a step towards you, but still seemed so distant. “Because I’ve tried to work it out on my own, and I couldn’t.”

You sighed for what felt like the millionth time since you last left his company. “I’m not good at the whole romance thing, you know? I love the idea of love, but when all of a sudden it’s actually staring me in the face I try to run away. It’s…stupid I know.”

Matt shook his head. “No it’s not, lots of people can be like that.”

“You think so?”

“I know so, I used to be one of them. I liked this one girl awhile back, but it didn’t work out and I was devastated.”

“Really? I didn’t know that.” You took his hand. “I’m sorry to hear.”

“It was a long time ago, I’ve moved on.” Matt gave your hand a small squeeze. “I really care about you. I wouldn’t kiss someone I didn’t have feelings for.”

You smiled, looking down at the way your hands were intertwined with one another. “I like you, too.”

Your voice was quiet but Matt didn’t miss it, a small grin appeared on his face as he brought your hand up to kiss the back of it. “I don’t want you to be scared of me, I wouldn’t hurt you.”

“No, I don’t think you would.” You said, freeing your hand from his so you could bring his face down to meet your lips to kiss him.

Matt’s arms instantly wrapped around your waist as he brought you close to him.

When you pulled back your let your hands fall to his shoulders as you felt him press his forehead against yours. “That’s to say sorry for leaving you like that last night.”

Matt chuckled and kissed the end of your nose. “You’re already forgiven, but you are freezing,” He said, pulling back from you and taking your hand. “Let’s get you inside.”

You both made it to the door of the firm before Matt pulled you close again and gave you a short kiss. “I’m sure Karen will be happy to hear the news.”

You flushed bright red and laughed. “Oh god, you heard all that?!”

Matt laughed and walked inside. “I hear everything, didn’t I tell you?”

“You’re awful!”

                                              Please Jeff, stay.

A/N: It’s been a while since my last imagine and as you can see this time it’s not one about Reggie.

I just love Jeff so much and he obviously DESERVED BETTER, so I hope you like it. He doesn’t die in this one and honestly I don’t think I will ever write one of those because I lost someone ina¡ a car accident and I can’t even read the imagines about Jeff dying because I literally cry.

Please don’t ever drink and drive and always be careful on the road. Be safe. ❤️

Warnings: Maybe some misspelled things, but I’m Spanish, I try my best.  😁

Words: 1.604

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Requests are open


I wasn’t someone new at all in Liberty high even though it seem like I was. I went to school with most of the people in this high school, I was their classmate until the first year in high school when I moved to another city, but now I was back for my junior and senior year.

So as I was saying I wasn’t a new student, but people acted like they didn’t know who I was, they treated me like if I didn’t knew the place or the students and after explaining a few people the whole story I gave up and I just went along.

It has been a week since I arrived and I still noticed the stares I got in the halls and how when I passed next to a group of girls they would start whispering. I knew they were talking about me, I knew there were rumours out there but I didn’t care at all.

One morning while I was grabbing a book from my locker and thinking about nothing in particular I heard someone calling me from behind and when I turned I realized it was Jeff Atkins.

“Hey! You are Jedd right?” I was trying to make a joke but I saw that he was taking it seriously so I stopped trying to be funny “Just kidding, I remember you Jeff” when I said that he smiled again.

“I just wanted to know how are you handling being in Liberty high again” Jeff has always been one of the few good people around here, he wasn’t afraid to talk with everyone even though he didn’t know that person, and he was so nice with every one, that was one of the reasons why all the girls always liked him and I was sure that hasn’t change a bit.

“Fine, I guess” I said closing my locker “it is like no one remembers me tho”

“If it makes you feel better I didn’t forget about you” I gave him a smile “and Clay and Tony remember you too” he sounded like he was trying to play down about what he said first.

“It makes me feel better, indeed” we remain silence, it was a little uncomfortable because I didn’t know why he came to talk to me in the first place, I was grateful because it really felt good to know that he remembered me and that he wanted to talk to me, but still it felt odd having in account he was one of the most popular guys in high school.

The bell saved us from that silence, we had to go to class so I just say goodbye and I started walking to my next class, but Jeff called me again and I turned to look at him.

“Are you going to Jess’ party tonight?” I didn’t know why he was so interested suddenly, but it didn’t bother me at all.

“I don’t know, are you?”

“Definitely”

“Then maybe I’ll show up” I answered giggling and turning again to leave that hall.

Was I being flirty with Jeff Atkins? I had no idea how I got to that point, but I had done it and I think he wanted me at the party, despite that fact I didn’t want to create false illusions to find out that it was all part of some fantasy of mine.

I didn’t think about that for the rest of the day until I saw my new friend Hannah Baker and she talked to me about that party and how Clay asked her if she was going to go. Neither of us knew what to do, we had thought of doing something more relaxing than a party, but we decided to go.

I was designated driver for the night, so that way Hannah could drink whatever she wanted. I didn’t have a problem because I actually didn’t like alcohol like most of the teenagers, so I drove very happy.

When we arrived to the party it was pretty crowed, the house was full and also was the front yard. Most of the people there were already wasted.

We went to the kitchen while I was looking for a certain someone, but I wouldn’t say that out loud, I think Hannah was looking for someone too and she was the first to find him.

We approached Clay and a big smile appeared in his face when he saw us.

“I didn’t know you were coming!”

“We are full of surprises” Hannah answered almost sounding nervous.

“There are drinks in the kitchen… we can go there”

“Not form me, designated driver” I said pointing at me.

“I’ll drink for you” Hannah added.

We followed Clay to the kitchen, but I looked outside in the way and I found who I was looking for. I tapped Hannah in the shoulder so she could see me going to the back yard.

I laid on the wall and I looked at him until he looked in my direction and when he noticed me I saw a bigger smile in his face.

I waved at him and started to walk in his direction, but he reached me before I could walk more than two steps.

“You came” I don’t know how he did it, but his smile was one of the most precious things I’ve ever seen.

“Yeah… but not because I like parties” I answered giggling “I’m…” I looked around before ending the sentence “working as cupid” I added in a whisper “Hannah obviously likes Clay, so I came to make sure they spend time together and hopefully something happens in the process and I’m proud to admit that I’m reaching my goal”

“Wow, we have more in common than I thought” did he really spend time thinking about what we had in common? “Because I’ve been trying to get those two together since Hannah came to Liberty” I couldn’t help but smile when I talked to him.

“We’re really good friends, they own us so much” I laughed.

“Hey (Y/N)!” we both looked in Jess’ direction; she was calling me from the door “Do you want to join us? We’re playing suck and blow”

I felt Jeff’s gaze on me even before Jess could finish her proposal and to be honest I couldn’t help but grimace thinking about kissing some drunk teenage by accident.

“No Jess, thank you, but I’m good” she was pretty wasted because she almost fell when she tried to go back inside the house.

I looked at Jeff again and I found his blue eyes on me, which made me a little nervous, but I controlled myself

“Do you want to play beer pong?” he offered

“I have to drive, I can’t drink”

“You can drink Coca-Cola, like me”

“Then count me in, I can teach you how to aim” I laughed passing by his side as if I knew where I had to go.

I joined him and a couple of his friends, who were drunk already.

I wasn’t joking when I said I had a good aim, I got the ball in every cup, making Jeff’s friends to drink even more.

I was having so much fun, Jeff and I were in the same team and we were clearly winning so we got to the point where we throw the ball in different funny ways like for example shooting while I was on Jeff’s back.

We were flirting all the time, teasing each other when it was each other turn, Jeff covering my eyes, tickling me and me trying to tickle him. I almost forgot we weren’t alone.

“I should look for Hannah” I said breathless for all the laughing.

“She’s over there with Clay” I followed Jeff indication and I saw them sitting by the pool, just talking.

“Hey Atkins! We need more beer!” I turned to look at who was saying that, but I didn’t know who he was.

“No problem!” Jeff answered.

My facial expression changed suddenly and I think Jeff noticed because his changed when he turned to me.

“Are you really going?”

“Yeah” he looked confused by my reaction.

“They had enough for tonight; they won’t even notice the lack of alcohol in their systems”

“Hey you don’t have to worry, I had two beer two hours ago, you’ve seen me drinking Coca-Cola” but that didn’t calm me, I wasn’t a big fan of driving in general, I lost someone in a car accident and I’ve been pretty scared since then.

“I know, but… maybe there’s someone out there who is driving drunk and you pay the consequences”

“I promise I’ll be careful, I’ll be back before you even notice I’m gone” he said caressing my arm, trying to calm me.

I saw him leaving, but I couldn’t let him go so I called him again and he turned in my direction.

“Please Jeff… stay” he remained silent, looking my way, probably really confused, but he smiled again and came to me.

“Why it is so important? I’ve done this a lot of times, I’ll be fine”

“Because…” I looked to my side, thinking if I was going to do what I was thinking right now. It was now or never, so I cupped his face with my hands and sorted the distance between our lips.

He kissed me back and I could hear people whistling around us, something that made me laugh in the kiss.

“Is this a good reason?” I asked when we broke the kiss.

“A really good one” he answered kissing me again before I could say anything else.

Imagine lazy Sundays with Chris.

A/N: I killed myself with how soft this was.

You sluggishly padded out of Chris’ bedroom in one of his dress shirts at 9:30AM on a Sunday morning, Dodger padding along right behind you. You didn’t need the smell of bacon to inform you Chris was already up because Sunday was executed like a cycle. You’d sleep in while Chris got up and made breakfast. He was a morning person with a passion for football, and Sunday seemed to be game day for some team somewhere. He was a devoted Patriots fan but it didn’t stop him from watching the other games too. This made Sundays a difficult time for you to spend with Chris because you didn’t like football. It seemed odd to Chris how you loved football movies but didn’t like football, it was probably because you didn’t understand the game. Chris tried to explain it to you before, it didn’t take. You told him not to waste his time and just focus on his game while you focused on eating your popcorn.

“Mornin’ sweetheart,” Chris called from the couch when he heard your footsteps. He looked up as you turned in his direction, “there are pancakes and bacon in skillet in the oven, also fresh OJ in the fridge. I didn’t make coffee this morning though, I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay, I’m not feeling coffee this morning either.” You replied then yawned as you pulled the skillet out with the oven mitten, resting it on the stove. “You already spoiled me with breakfast, so thank you.” You grabbed a plate from the corner cabinet and a spatula from the second drawer, plating the breakfast Chris made.

“You are most welcome.” He responded and you smiled. “Whatcha up to, bud?” He laughed when Dodger pounced onto him, licking his face. “Did you wake her up? You did, didn’t you?” His laughter increased and he squirmed under his puppy. “You are a big and lovable goofball, Dodge.”

“Much like his owner, don’t you think?” You teased as you took a bite out of a strip of bacon.

“Tell me about it,” Chris chuckled, gently pushing Dodger off him as he sat up. You were surprised when he got to his feet. The game was on, it wasn’t a commercial break nor was it halftime. But he walked over to hug you from behind, kissing your cheek as you leaned your head against his shoulder. “How’d you sleep?” He asked, brushing his lips against your right earlobe.

“With you around, I don’t think I can consider what I did last night as sleeping.” You bit playfully and he chuckled, pressing a tender kiss on the back of your neck. It was an act of affection that made you shiver with glee. “It was more of a nap, really. If Dodger hadn’t woken me up with his adorable whining and sweet kisses, I’d still be asleep.”

“I’d apologize,” he whispered, his warm breath hitting your ear, “but you weren’t complaining last night.” Your stomach fluttered thinking about the events that had occurred the night before. You were fortunate you were between Chris and the island counter, your knees wouldn’t have been able to hold you up without the support of both. You didn’t know what it was about Chris. Since day one, he’d left you wide-eyed and wobbly-kneed. “But if you really need your sleep, I promise I’ll keep my hands to myself tonight.”

“I’ll sleep when I’m dead.” You turned in his arms, wrapping yours around his neck; smiles were on both your faces. He leaned forward and met your lips, kissing you slowly. It was a breathtaking kiss; gentle, yet firm like he was affirming the unspoken claim of your lips. You were his and he was yours. There was no possible way to predict where your future laid but it seemed nonsensical to worry about that when your present was so perfect. “Which I have a feeling I will be before I finish my pancakes if you continue to kiss me like that.” You whispered when you broke the kiss, panting softly to the beat of your thudding heart.

“We can’t have that now, can we?” The way his hands were trailing down your body contradicted the context of his sentence. With one hand on your waist and the other pushing your plate of food a small distance away, you knew what to expect next. “Upsy-daisy,” adorably escaped when he lifted you to sit on the marble counter. You felt goosebumps form on your soft skin with the cool surface pressing against your bare thighs. “C’mere,” he coaxed, bringing your face towards his with his gentle caress.

“Wouldn’t you rather watch your game?”

“The day I say ‘yes’ to that question is the day you break up with me, Y/N,” he chuckled.

“You’re going to regret that when I ask that question during a Patriots game,” you teased and he laughed. “You’re lucky I love you enough not to.” Your hands gently massaged his shoulders as he leaned in, smiling. “Actually,” you corrected yourself, widening his smile, “I love you too much to.”

Your lips touched again, performing another slow and romantic dance. Chris wasn’t the first guy you kissed but you gravely wanted him to be your last. He was the man that made you forget about every other boy you’d ever dated. For the first time, you could see the rest of your life. You didn’t know if Chris knew how you felt or if he even felt the same way, but you wanted more than anything to spend the rest of your existence with him. It seemed like a life with him was a life of utter perfection. You realized it wasn’t a pragmatic expectation, but it was truly what you believed. You knew he wasn’t perfect, nor were you. You were a normal couple who had disagreements, disputes, and dissimilar interests. It wasn’t always great, no, but it was still perfect because you were with the right person.

“Okay,” Chris stopped kissing you, but not without catching a quick peck before officially pulling away. “You need to eat so I’m going to go watch the game.” He helped you off the counter then walked back over to the couch, flopping himself across all three seats. “You wanna come up, bud?” He asked Dodger, patting his chest. “Okay then, don’t say I didn’t offer.” He called after Dodger who walked out into the backyard through the small gap of the sliding door that Chris deliberately left open for him.

You sat and ate your breakfast, watching Chris. It would’ve been obvious to anyone who saw you at that very moment that you were drunk in love with Chris. There’d been times where you wondered if you were more in-love with him than he was with you, but then he’d do something to dispute your worries. For a long time you were worried you were too much of a hopeless romantic to find a love that would live up to your extreme expectations, then you met Chris. The man was as hopelessly romantic as you were, together you met and made new expectations.

After you finished eating, you washed up and packed the dishes away. You leaned against the kitchen counter and smiled when your gaze landed on Chris again. He looked so contented with his plans for the day, enjoying his game on the couch. He didn’t have a lot of time to do things like that with a schedule as busy as his, it wouldn’t be long until he had to leave again to film the next part of ‘Avengers: Infinity War’. It always surprised his friends when he told them you were okay with him just watching the game, you were probably the first girlfriend who didn’t nag for attention whenever he was doing his own thing. You figured if he could give you space to do what you wanted, you could offer him the same courtesy. Compromise was how a relationship succeeded, wasn’t it? Well, the two of you excelled in that area. Since you still missed him from when he was in South Africa for three months, you decided you’d let him watch the game provided he let you curl up on him like he’d offered Dodger early.

“Hello there,” Chris smiled when you crawled onto the couch. He shuffled further in and opened his arms, wrapping them around you when you snuggled into his chest. He kissed the top of your head then pressed his cheek against your hair, returning his attention to the television screen.

“I’ve watch The Blind Side a billion times and I still don’t get how football works.” You tried glancing at the screen but with your back towards the screen, it was an awkward turn so you kept your gaze locked on his face. “Can you explain it to me again? Maybe I’ll like it more if I understand it.”

“I can explain it to you again, but are you going to fall asleep on me again?” He asked then chuckled when he heard you yawn. “That sounds like a yes, but you know I like educating you. You see, the quarterback is the leader of the team. He decides on the plays in the huddle, yells the signals at the…”

Chris’ voice trailed off in your mind and you just watched his mouth move, blue eyes darting between you and the screen. You smiled and nodded, admiring his perfect teeth and long lashes. He really was beautiful, almost angelic. It was no wonder you fell for him, good looks and a golden heart. You rested your chin on his chest as you continued to nod, quietly breathing him in. He smelt like home, you get a sense of safety every time you caught a whiff of his natural scent mixed with his cologne. Even when he was away, spraying his cologne on your sweater calmed you. How he smelt was definitely one of the many things you loved about him, the way his arms secured you whenever you were in them was another. You had no idea when or how you became so hopelessly devoted to the man beneath you, but like Ed Sheeran sang “people fall in-love in mysterious ways.”

“Chris?”

“Yeah, baby?”

“I love you,” you whispered.

A smile spread across his face and he lifted his head to meet your lips.

“I love you too, Y/N.”

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You had just got back from an award show and you were exhausted. Like completely exhausted.

You had been feeling sick all night, the lights and the pressure around you had not done anything to help the headache you had been fighting all day.

You were the assistant to One Direction’s manager, and as she was back in London making last minute plans for their next tour you had been given the job of making sure that all the boys did what they had to at the award show.

It wasn’t a hard job. You got on well with all the boys, they were your best friends in the world, especially after being on tour with them for the last two years, so it was never not a good night when you actually got to go to an event with them. You were in charge of making sure they were all dressed and presented nicely, and had to keep a good eye on them so they made good decisions, but they weren’t stupid, and they’d done these things a hundred times, so you didn’t really have to worry.

It had just been a little awkward with Harry lately. At the end of the last tour you two had been getting close and you were starting to have real feelings for him. However you knew what he did and who he was so you didn’t put your hopes up. You were realistic. You knew he probably wouldn’t be interested in a manager’s assistant, so you distanced yourself.

You had a little break after the tour but now you were back with the boys.

He had confronted you about it earlier in the week when you met up again, saying that he felt you were giving him the cold shoulder.

You swear you could see the hurt in his eyes as he spoke.

Maybe you were wrong about him not being interested?


So the night had finally come to a close and you’ve all gone back to Louis’ home to rest for the night. You were currently in LA and Louis was the only one who had managed to secure a house, the other boys preferring to live in London, so the decision was made that you could all crash there for a few days before having to head back to the UK for the start of tour.

The plan earlier was to head to Louis to change and then head out again to go to an after party, but the thought made you feel even more sick than you were before. You were coming down from the high of the event and it was hitting you hard. There was no way you’d be able to go out again.

The five of you headed into Louis main living room and you looked straight towards the couch. You just wanted to collapse on it.

“Alright guys quick change and we’re out of here! Wanna go party like its 1999!” Liam proclaimed, heading quickly to one of the spare bedrooms that he had claimed for himself for the next few days. Niall nodded and headed in a similar direction. You observed Louis heading upstairs to his own bedroom.  

You on the other hand went and sat directly on the couch, holding your pounding head in your hands. Harry noticed your statue and sat next to you, placing a soft hand on the top of your back, rubbing gently.

“You ok?” He asked, the concern evident in his voice.

“Not really,” you laughed sarcastically, trying to laugh off how bad you were actually feeling. You slightly shrugged Harry off your back.

“Can I do anything to help? It’s your head isn’t it? I always used to get headaches after these stupid award shows?” He said, a lightness to his voice.

You just didn’t really want to be around Harry right now. Not only was your head pounding but your feelings for Harry were right at the surface of your mind again now that he was back in your life and you just didn’t want to deal with the rejection.

“I’m fine Harry, Just go get ready to go out with the boys, I might skip this one tonight.” you shrugged him off completely and moved away slightly, shifting further down the couch.

Harry huffed under his breath. “Can you not do that?” he said, shifting his body towards you.

“Do what?” you huffed back. You were frustrated with how you were feeling and the situation with Harry.

“Shrug me off like that,” he proclaimed. “You know I care about you and I just wanna make sure you’re okay.”

You looked up at him and saw his eyes wide with concern and confusion. You felt bad. You didn’t want to shrug him off, you just didn’t want to fall into the pit of feelings that was starting to develop again.

“I know Harry I just don’t want to deal with this right now.” you said putting your hand through your hair and resting your head on the back of the couch.

Harry looked confused. “Deal with what?”

“You Harry. I just can’t deal with you coming over here and saying that you care about me and making me have feelings for you when-”

He grabbed onto your arm and interrupted you. “Wait. Wait. You have feelings for me?”

You went pale for a moment. Paler than you had been a moment ago. You weren’t meant to confess your feelings to him so bluntly. Now you felt like an idiot.

“Harry just forget about it.”

He shifted closer to you. “I can’t just forget about something like that. I’ve been waiting two bloody years for you to say those words.”

Your head rose from the back of the couch and you looked at Harry. “Really?”

“Yes Y/N. I’ve had feelings for you for as long as I can remember. You pushing me away was breaking my heart.”

You felt guilty. “I’m sorry. I was pushing away because I didn’t want to get rejected it was easier for me to just move away slowly.

Harry placed a hand on your cheek. “You’re so silly.” He chuckled.

The next thing you knew you are being pulled into him arms, your head nuzzled under his chin.

“You know what? I think I might stay here tonight too. Don’t really feel like going out,” Harry said, putting his arms tighter around your waist.

You cuddled in closer to his chest. “That sounds good.”

He chuckled.

Moments later you were fast asleep. Harry reached over grabbing the TV remote so he could settle for the next few hours. There was no way he was moving.

Louis came in from upstairs and saw the sight in front of him. He caught Harry’s eyesight and laughed to himself . “Fucking Finally,” he said to Harry.

Harry chuckled. “Shut up.”

When the boys were finally completely ready they came back into the living room, awing at the sight. Liam gave Harry a thumbs-up and Niall gave him a small smile, knowing how much this moment meant to Harry.

Niall and Liam were respectful of you sleeping and crept out the door with Louis in toe. They knew how sick you had been feeling all day, saw how much you were struggling all through the night, and wanted you to get some rest.

Before completely leaving, Niall secretly took a few shots of the two of you on his phone, knowing Harry would appreciate them at a later time.

The boys shut the door behind them and headed down to the waiting car.

“Fucking finally,” said Liam.

“That’s what I said!” Louis proclaimed.

The three boys laughed to themselves.

Till the end of Time: No Matter What

Second Person - Words 2.8k

Warnings - Missed Miscarriage 

Harry exhaled deeply in his seat next you, drawing your attention so you could see the soft smile he had to offer as he gently slid his hand under yours, his fingers linking with your shaking ones. “No matter what happens, I love you and I’ll help you through it.”

.-.-.-.

A frown was on your lips as you held the price tag of the stroller you were looking at. It had only been a month that you had found out that you were pregnant and although you had been to a doctor and been reassured that everything was fine. You still couldn’t wrap your head around the idea that you were going to be a mother.

Every day you thought about how this wasn’t something you wanted yet and every day you felt horrible that you couldn’t be happy about the life growing inside you. The thing that broke your heart the most was seeing Harry feel the opposite.

Harry was thrilled that he was going to be a dad and every chance he got he put a hand over your belly and that was the worst thing of all. One morning you woke up with his fingers dancing delicately over the small bump that had just appeared while whispering against your skin that he couldn’t wait to meet the little girl or boy and you had to fight with every fibre in your body to not break down crying.

Harry didn’t notice the way you felt but Anne did. She noticed the look on your face when Harry had told his family that you were pregnant and later that night when she got you alone you cried into her arms.

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Broken.  

This is completly different than anything i have written before. 

I hope you like this Calum Hood Imagine i wrote. 

Enjoy, let me know if you liked it and should i continue it?

Summary; Calum breaks up with Y/N the girl of his dreams but not for the reason he told Y/N.

Word count;1,000

Y/N Pov  

I wake up every morning but not from sleep just from drowning in my own thoughts that keep me up every night.  

I got up out of bed and walked right past the mirror not daring to look at myself, I know how I look without having to actually look at myself.  

I got dressed as normal, putting on my shoes just like I always do and then I finally looked at myself.  

I wasn’t happy with how i looked, does anyone?  

But that’s what happens once you’ve had your heart broken into a million pieces.  

His name as Calum Hood.  

He was the popular boy, the one who everyone loved even the teachers and of course I loved him too up until 2 days ago.  

Now all i feel is numb.  

..2 days ago..  

Calum has been acting weird lately and it’s coming up to our 6 month anniversary so I just thought he was just stressed with school and work.  

He works part time at the local restaurant in our town.  

That’s where we met.  

You see I didn’t go to school, I was a year older than Calum so I had already finished school and I also worked at the restaurant.  

I thought he was cute on his first day, i had went to a different school so I had never seen him before.  

He acted older than he was but he still was innocent looking, how wrong I was.  

I had my own place which is where it all happened.  

The break up.

It was just like any other day, I got up leaving a sleeping Calum in my bed still as I got dressed.  

I had to be at the restaurant to open up and he had school so I walked back into the bedroom after getting dressed and I woke him up  

Usually we would have a make out session before he decides to get up but he just got up not even a glance at me.

I thought nothing off it and I waited for him to get dressed.

He kissed me on the cheek goodbye, something he never does and then i got in my car and Calum got into his.  

I got to work and of course it was busy as ever, I was so tired.  

When my shift ended at 7 o'clock I was more than happy to go home.  

Calum has a key to my apartment and I saw lights on so I knew he was already there, I had expected him to be playing the Xbox I bought him for our 3 month anniversary but he wasn’t.

“Hey baby” I said as I closed the door taking my coat off and my shoes.  

He didn’t make a sound, he just sat on my sofa staring at the wall  

I looked at him for a minute trying to figure out if he was angry or upset but he had no emotion on his face.  

I walked over to the sofa and sat beside him  

“Are you okay Cal?” I asked him  

This time he moved and he turned to look at me  

The words that came out of his mouth was not what I was expecting  

“ I think we should break up”  

He spoke so clearly as if he had been saying those words over and over again 

My heart stopped and I thought I had just died, my eyes widened and I was lost for words  

He looked so different, different from the Calum I know  

Something has happened to him  

This can’t be happening..  

“What? Why?” I asked him trying not to cry.  

He looked away from me making my heart break more.  

Just yesterday we were laughing and in love and now this  

“we aren’t working anymore” he simply said  

Now I got angry.  

“Bullshit, what’s really going on Calum?” i said standing up from the sofa I needed something to distract myself  

he didn’t look at me when he spoke  

“I don’t want to be with you anymore”  

Those 8 words..  

The 8 words no girl wants to hear but I did hear then.  

“Why Calum? I thought we were happy? I said to him letting the tears finally fall

He finally looked up at me but I saw no sadness no guilt, I saw nothing in those eyes  

I knew I lost him.  

"we were but not anymore” he said  

He got up and I thought he was going to come over to me but he didn’t, he walked over to the door where his shoes lay.

I watched his every move, he looked so at ease.  

I didn’t understand anything of this.  

I stood watching the love of my life put on his shoes for the last time and then he turned and looked at me and then he said  

“it was fun while it lasted”  

Then he left leaving me broken on the floor crying.  

Calums Pov  

“It’s done” I said to the man standing in front of me  

He patted me on the back and said “Good boy we know now we can trust you”  

Trust me? What the fuck are they going to make me do this time?

I just broke up with the most amazing girl I have ever met, I broke her.  

“can i go now?” I asked him  

He smirked at me and said “ Of course, here’s your money”  

He handed me a envelope full of cash, i felt so bad for taking it but i need this money.  

If I just do this a couple of times I will be able to help my family out and then get my girl back.  

If I can.  

What did you guys think of this?

It sort of came out of the blue and I know I’ve been gone a while.  

I just wanted to write something completely different.  

So here you go.  

I hope you liked it.  

Message me if you would like me to continue it  

Until next time  

Love Morgan  

xxx

Dirty Thoughts

Summary: The Reader lives with Abraham and Rosita and has been in Alexandria for only a few weeks. Reader has a major crush on Daryl and Abe invites him to dinner one night. Daryl and Reader finally get what they want from each other. Smutty Smut. Daryl x Reader. Enjoy!

Warnings: SMUT (All my blog is so… ;) )

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You stared over at Daryl, watching as he picked up one heavy crate of supplies after another, lugging them from the truck parked at front of the gate, to the side of the street. His arms glistened in the sun, as sweat ran down his big, muscular body. You bite your lip a little at the sight of him, looking him up and down with one thing only on your mind. You imagine what it would be like to run your lips up and down his neck, what his tongue tasted like. Your mind begins to wander, thinking about all the things you would do to the man you stared down.

You had only been in Alexandria for a couple of weeks, but in that short amount of time you had developed a full on raw physical attraction for the man they called Daryl. His big muscular body was like nothing you had ever seen before and the way he made you feel when he was close enough to touch. He didn’t say much, to you or to anyone else, Rosita told you that he wasn’t at all a social person. You tried to make excuses to talk to him and get to know him better, but he was always short and stoic.

Rick and Michonne had saved you from a couple of walkers out in the woods a few weeks ago. Before that you were travelling on your own, you had been with a group, but you had snuck away in the middle of the night. The men there were anything but friendly and you had saw what they did to their women, you had only been with them a short time before you ran off. Before that you had been with a close friend from the days before the world ended, you and her made it quite a while after before she was bite and turned.

Now, here you were seemingly hitting the jackpot, Alexandria was a heaven that you never thought you’d see again after the world went to shit. Not only were the people nice and the supplies decent, but there was also the added bonus of this beautifully rugged man, that it just so happened didn’t know how damn attractive he was. He grunted a little in the hot Georgia sun and lifted one of his big hands to his forehead, wiping away the sweat the heat had caused to build up. You bite your lip a little harder, feeling yourself tingling all over as you imagine his hands over your body. You rub your stomach a little absentmindedly, not hearing Rosita come up from behind you on the road, towards the gates of Alexandria.

“That man has to be deaf, dumb, and blind not to notice the way you look at him.” Rosita said matter-of-factly, crossing her arms, coming up to stand beside you.

Your face gets a little hot and embarrassed by her words.

“Is it that obvious?” You ask her laughing a little nervously.

She turned her head sideways and stared at you with a smirk.

“Are you kidding? You might as well be over there straddling him right in the street.” She smiled mischievously.

“Actually… that might work.” She finished and you laughed out loud, feeling a little more relaxed as she joked with you.

You and Rosita had become close in the few short weeks you had been here. You had been assigned to live with her and Abe, you taking the bedroom in the basement of their house.

You stared back over at the man that had you wanting everything that you shouldn’t want in this hell of a world. You stared him up and down again as he lugged the last of the crates over to the stack he had built on the side of the wall.

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