things where there are a lot of colors are so hard to gif

I’ve compiled a list of bughead fanfiction I’ve really liked for everyone in the bughead fam! don’t worry if your fic isn’t on here! this is a pretty small list(i read a lot) and i’ll probably make a p2, hope you enjoy xox. 

  • all in english.
  • most of the fics are on ao3 and some on tumblr. 
  • non completed fics will have *.  


  • you taste like strawberries by aplaceformyshipstoanchor -  Betty gets a job waitressing at Pop’s Diner and Jughead has no problem watching her work. When a situation at work gets sticky, Jughead has no problem helping Betty clean up. 
  • goldilocks by lusterrdust -  Her hair just does something to him.
  • touch me, tease me by lusterrdust -  Jughead is enamored with her, her blonde hair spilling over them like a lustrous curtain and enhancing the sounds of their breathing. He wants to declare his eternal love. He wants to pour out sonnets and ballads and write novels about every freckle on her skin, every blue shade in her eye. He wants to trace his fingers over every inch of her body until there’s no part he hasn’t memorized.
  • friends with benefits by heytherejones * 
  • third time’s the charm by septemberbeauty13 - “Oh God, get a room!” Cheryl said in passing, pushing past them to get to her locker. That was enough to push Betty into a fit of giggles, burying her head into Jughead’s chest. “You know,” Jughead whispered. “I don’t normally take advice from redheads but this is sound advice.”or Jughead and Betty try very hard to get a room. 
  • resplendent by lusterrdust - A bright light all her own, his shadows are drenched in her radiance. 
  • three words by lusterrdust - Betty is an addiction Jughead never wants to be rid of. 
  • stars by lusterrdust - Despite the gritty, gravelly exterior he presents to the world, Jughead is the epitome of sweet toward her. He’s tender and considerate and just the right amount of reticent to be endearing. And though she loves that about him, Betty’s not in the mood for slow and sweet. 
  • in distance by lusterrdust -  It’s the little things he notices that make him ache for her to come back home. 
  • camp stories by jugandbettsdetectiveagency -  Betty and Jughead end up sharing a tent when the core four go camping. 
  • close calls and getting caught by wordsonpages1 - four times Betty and Jug didn’t get caught doing inappropriate *things* and then the one time they did. 
  • up close and personal (part 1, part 2) by wordsonpages1 
  • they suck at being quiet by heytherejones


  • fall in light by sylwrites - She moved to New York to find herself, but as the saying goes: wherever you go, there you are. 
  • hotdog by burgerheadjones - “Easy, Hotdog! He’s family.” How Hotdog becomes Betty and Jughead’s family in every sense. Or, where we trace the life of Hotdog with Bughead.
  • the stacks by malmo722 * - After a senior prank goes wrong, River Vixen Betty Cooper is forced to complete community service at the Riverdale Public Library with high school outcast, Jughead Jones. Romance ensues. 
  • the unexpected by spxcewvlker - "She loved that she had found peace in his arms, and comfort in his glittering blue eyes. She loved him.“ In which Jughead helps Betty with her anxiety. 
  • beanie boy by bugheadandjughead * -  “You were lonely, homeless, broken. I just gave you a place to stay.” Beanie Boy Jughead and Good Girl Betty are in it together… until romantic feelings for each other bloom between them.
  • self conclusion by nopleasestayhere - Betty Cooper is sitting at the edge of a cliff, thinking about jumping, when Jughead Jones comes to do the same thing. Betty tries to talk him down. He gives her 48 hours to change his mind. Can they help each other? 
  • drown by lusterrdust - Loss… injustice…unfairness… it’s the ugly truth of life. There doesn’t have to be a reason or a person to blame. Sometimes, misfortune just is. 
  • i’ll wait for you by AGirlNamedWhiskey * - Betty Cooper just wanted to survive her Senior year, but after being coerced into covering an underground racing competition, against a rival school, she knew her life would never be the same. Especially, when she meets the infamous street racer, Jughead Jones. 
  • space and time by agirlnamedwhiskey * - After their abrupt breakup, Jughead Jones is on a mission to win back Betty Cooper. 
  • living with betty cooper by believe_that_you_can_my_friend  - Jughead Jones, facing the reality of having nowhere to stay anymore after the Drive-In gets shut down, finds temporary shelter at the Blue & Gold office. But what happens when an upset Betty Cooper catches him on the act? 
  • red sunrise by lusterrdust -  Lifting her hand up, her thumb twirls the band on her ring finger until the diamond digs into her pinky. She pushes the jewel against the skin until it stings, redirecting her emotional pain into the physical.


  • once upon a coffee shop by javajunkie * -  Betty works at a coffee shop where Jughead is a regular customer. 
  • your eyes look like coming home by ariquitecontrary - Betty Cooper and Jughead Jones who have both seen the world in color since they met each other when they were two years old. Everyone always says that they’re so lucky to have met when they were so young, that they have their whole lives to be together and in love. There’s just one teeny tiny problem. Betty and Jughead hate each other. 
  • foldin’ clothes by birdlovesafish -  Jughead contemplates he and Betty’s situation and he does laundry. 
  • it happened one starry night by one_starry_night 
  • skin to skin by burgerheadjones * - Jughead Jones doesn’t know how the crimson crescents ended up on his palms.Betty Cooper is clueless when it comes to the messages on her arms.Soulmate AU where all the little marks and injuries belonging to Betty and Jughead start finding themselves on each other’s skin. 
  • drop in the ocean by lusterrdust - She can feel the tickle and scrape of coarse sand against their bare legs, but pays it no mind. Her focus is consumed with her boyfriend’s touch and the trail of heat his fingers leave against her skin. 
  • the exception to the rule by ShirlyGallagher 
  • do you believe in fate? by Jennimisk * - Is there such a thing as a coincidence? Or do we create our own reality because of the choices we make and the people that we let into our lives? Regardless of what you believe, sometimes you just need to be open to what the universe is throwing your way.This is a non-canon AU work based on Jughead and Betty during their college years. They have no prior relationship before meeting in Rome, Italy. 
  • dry run by Naoko Asakura - She drew a line and offered to let him cross it. 
  • lost and found by lusterrdust - Maybe as a seventeen-year-old, sneaking kisses with the blonde he’d been in love with at the time—maybe he’d had a thought or two of her as a mother; a boy’s fantasy of the blissful domesticity he never had. 
  • red lipstick by lusterrdust -  She pulls the passenger mirror down and wipes her red lipstick off, smudging the color across her skin and marking it in a way that reminds Jughead of bee stung lips after a kiss. 
  • to the first of many by jugandbettsdetectiveagency - Betty’s first Mother’s Day begins with a not-so-welcome wake up from Hot Dog. 
  • first apartment by peacelovebughead - A short series of one-shots of Bughead in their first apartment


  • break free and run by sylwrites - A Bughead college AU set in Boston; featuring Veronica and Betty as roommates, and Jughead living off campus with his dad. 
  • fall in light by sylwrites * 
  • like home by lusterrdust * 
  • bizarre love triangle by ficmuse * - When Jughead stumbles upon the yearbook from the Class of 1991, secrets are revealed that will forever alter how the teens of Riverdale view their parents.

Aisle 13

by Justina Ireland

It’s two days before the last day of school, and I’m sitting in my Combatives class ready to die of boredom.  Mr. Vaughn is showing a demonstration video on how to slay a basilisk. Again. It was the last question on our final. Only half of us got it right.

I was not one of the lucky few.

No one is paying attention as the warrior in the party uses her reflective shield to distract the basilisk while a mage makes a big deal about putting the creature down with a sleep spell.  We’re all talking and thinking about the summer.

“What did you get in here?” Jeb asks from across the row.

“C,” I say.  “What about you?”

“D minus,” he says, waving his test at me.  His ears droop a little like a chastised puppy. Demons are so sensitive.

I shrug.  “At least you dodged a bullet. No summer school.”

“Yeah,” Jeb looks down at his test morosely.  “But still, you can’t kill a basilisk?  Who knew they were an endangered species?”

Mr. Vaughn is clip-clopping across the front of the room now, arms crossed as he gives one of his “these are skills for the real world” lectures once again. As fun as it is to watch a centaur go off on a tear, I’m over Mr. Vaughn and I’m over this school year.  

I don’t really care about the test, but I do hate when Jeb gets all emo.  “Look, we’re never going to use this anyway.  No one goes adventuring anymore.”

He nods and incinerates his test with a simple fire spell.  No one even glances at him.

“What are you doing this summer?” he asks after a long while, his voice low. He’s still bummed about his bad grade. Maybe I’ll take him out for frozen yogurt after school.  Cheer him up. Sprinkles would cheer anyone up.

I slouch down in my desk, stretching with a yawn.  Mr. Vaughn has given up on his lecture and has retreated to his desk to eat an apple someone brought him.  He’s much calmer now.  It’s probably the apple.  Centaurs freaking love apples.

“Nothing dude,” I say, finally answering Jeb’s question.  “Absolutely nothing.”


The second day of summer vacation my mom tells me I need to get a job.

We’re sitting at dinner eating Mom’s famous tavern stew, which is really just a bunch of random things boiled down to mush.  She’s still dressed in her work clothes: low cut white gown and flower crown.  I asked her once why the clinic makes her wear such a ridiculous outfit, and she just shrugged and said “It’s tradition. This is how healers dress.”  The men have an outfit that is just as stupid, tight white breeches and a flowy tunic, but I still think it sucks that my mom has to dress like a sex object to help people. Like, where is the self-respect in that?

“So, Caitlyn, what are your plans for summer?” Mom asks as I’m about to shovel in some of her stew.  My mouth is full so I just shrug and say “Uhnano.”

“What do you mean you don’t know? No big plans?” Mom is giving me this tight smile that means she wants a specific answer, but I have no idea what she’s looking for here.  It’s summer.  It’s two and a half months of not thinking about magic spells or chemistry or monster identification or algebra or anything, really.  So why is she hassling me?

“I was thinking of maybe taking my mage’s test or something,” I say, hoping it’s enough to distract Mom from whatever she’s about.  Dad isn’t even paying attention to the conversation. As usual he’s nose deep in Berserker Weekly.  Dad used to be this big time adventurer, walking through forests and bashing in heads for fun and profit.  That’s where he met Mom.  I think he saved her from an evil wizard or a druidic cult or something. It was a long time ago, though, and now he mainly consults for a living.

“Oh, that’s a good idea.  After you get your license maybe you could call Marcus and see if he’ll let you work in the Hex shop.  I mean, you should really get a job this summer.  Don’t you agree, Brock?”

A frown creases Dad’s dark face but he grunts in assent.

I take another bite of stew and look down at the bowl to avoid answering. There’s no way I’m going to work in my Uncle Marcus’s Hex shop. The thought of untangling curses all summer makes me want to turn myself into a frog and hide out in the forest.  Not to mention that my Uncle Marcus is the cheapest man alive.  I’d be lucky if he even paid me.

Mom pushes her bowl of stew away and jumps to her feet.  “Good! Caitlyn, I’ll send Marcus a note letting him know you’ll be there tomorrow bright and early—”

“I don’t want to work in the Hex shop. It’s gross.”

Mom stops and turns to me slowly.  Her skin is pale as usual but two spots of color have appeared high on her cheeks.  She is pissed.  “Removing hexes is not gross.  Your uncle gives those people their lives back.”

“A woman with boils all over her face is pretty gross, Mom.”  Last year when I had to pick a concentration Mom took me to see Marcus to convince me to pick cursework because it pays pretty well.  I chose spellweaving instead.  I’d rather work in a factory making love charms or fire spells than to have to turn frogs back into snotty princes all day.

Mom purses her lips and turns to my Dad.  “Brock, will you please talk some sense into your daughter?”

“Cursework is disgusting, Mel,” Dad says, lowering his paper.  “Why can’t the girl go adventuring like everyone else her age?”

“No one goes adventuring anymore, Dad,” I say.  Because it’s true. Adventuring is something your parents make you do because they don’t understand that it isn’t cool to slay dragons anymore or that maidens can rescue themselves.

I mean, adventuring is just so lame. Walking around, looking for a prophecy to fulfill, and then working really hard for something that may or may not come true? Yawn. I have better things to do.

“No one goes adventuring, huh?” Dad and Mom exchange a look, like they’re about to laugh at some inside joke.  Then Dad raises his paper again.  “Either way, you’re not going to sit around the house all summer and play video games.  Get a job, Caity-Bird, and if you can’t find one then your mother will call Marcus and you can spend all summer waking princesses.”

And that’s how I end up working at the Shop Quick.

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Title: Coach Negan (Part 5.)


Character(s): Negan and Reader (pre-apocalypse/AU)
Negan finds out where you work.
Word Count: 3,325
Warning: SMUT!!!
Author’s Note: HUGE THANKS TO @brexja FOR BEING MY BETA!!! <3 This is just a filler. So, enjoy the smutty goodness… ;-)

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Imagine you and Chris telling your families you’re having another baby.

A/N: Hello, my darlings. Since the only request I’ve received since I posted the update was about the series, I’ve decided to close my inbox and get back on the mini-series bandwagon. My holiday is nearing and I want to leave y'all on a good note, so I’m bringing back the domestic fluff pieces. I hope you enjoy reading these as much as I enjoy writing them. I’m titling this one ‘Charlotte Rose’ for a reason, you’ll find out later in the series. Anyway, enjoy Part 1. Read previous parts here: ('Drunk Minds, Sober Hearts’, 'Baby Fever’, 'Memory Lane’, and 'Little Ones’ - Masterlist.) Lots of love. X

You and Chris laughed and held the phone away from your ears as Lisa cheered excitedly at your news of her having another grandchild. You’d called her first because you weren’t going to see her until Christmas, whereas you were stopping by your parents’ place later to drop Jack off so you and Chris could finish your Christmas shopping; it was a little hard to shop for Jack’s presents with him around. You and Chris shared a smile after looking over at your son, who was adorably coloring on the dining table. You still couldn’t believe that this time next year he’d have a little sister or brother with him. God, you were praying for a girl; you definitely didn’t want to have a third to pacify the men in your household.

“Ma,” Chris chuckled into the phone as he wrapped an arm around you, grinning as happily as his mom probably was. You kissed his jawline, smiling, because you were happy your husband was happy; he deserved all the happiness in the world. “I know you’re very excited, but you’re kind of hurting our eardrums.”

“I’m sorry, I’m just so happy for the both of you.” You could both hear the smile in Lisa’s voice which made the smiles you had on your faces grow even wider. “When Scott told me that the two of you were trying for another baby, I thought he was just messing with me-”

“Wait, what?” You interrupted her, chuckling. “Scott told you we were trying for another baby?” You asked her then turned to look at Chris; you tried not to laugh when he rolled his eyes. “Yeah, well- Scott was not messing with you,” you lied because you couldn’t tell her that it was a happy accident. “We just thought we’d kept it a secret until we got some results.”

“Oh darling, I’m so happy right now,” she told you and you smiled when Chris kissed your hair. “I bet everyone else will be thrilled too when they hear about it. Thank you for calling, I don’t think I could’ve waited until Christmas to find out. Best early Christmas present ever,” she commented.

“Hey, that’s what I said,” Chris pointed out and chuckled when the both of you laughed. “Okay, Ma. We’ll see you on Christmas Day.” Lisa noised confirmation. “Love you,” you both said simultaneously then hung up after hearing her reciprocate that love. “Nice to know she’s as excited as us.”

“I don’t think anyone could be more excited than you, sweetheart,” you cupped his chin in your hands and drew him down to meet your lips for a sweet kiss. He chuckled and wrapped his arms around you, hugging you tightly. “Yup,” you chuckled softly as you hugged him back, running your hands up and down his back. “No one’s more excited than you.”

“I love you, sweetheart,” Chris told you as he pulled away.

“I know, baby,” you smiled, brushing his bearded cheek with your thumb.

“I don’t think you do,” he shook his head, smiling. “I love you,” he repeated and you chuckled. “Like I am head-over-heels, you’ve-ruined-me-for-other-women, I’ll-never-love-again-if-you-leave-me in-love with you.” You laughed and pecked his smiling lips before walking over to Jack. “I’m serious, Y/N,” he called after you and you nodded in acknowledgment, chuckling.

“C'mon, buddy,” you held out your hand for Jack to take; he looked up at you, eyes curious. “You gotta change out of your pajamas before you can go to Grandma and Granddad’s. C'mon,” you urged when he pouted. He lowered his crayon and carefully climbed off the chair, taking the hand you were holding out. “You can wear your new blue sweater.”

“Oh yay!” He jumped up and down excitedly; you and Chris laughed softly. “I like that sweater, it’s so soft and fluffy and blue!” He took the reins and pulled you along as you both headed upstairs to get him changed; Dodger followed behind as he’d grown very attached to Jack.

Chris remained downstairs, packing Jack’s things up so he could take it with him to your parents’ place. He smiled when he saw what Jack was drawing and coloring; a family portrait much like the one he drew a while ago, but this time, there was an additional body. He felt his stomach flutter with excitement at the thought of another child in his life. His life was complete when you walked into it, there was no doubt about that. But with each passing year- with each milestone the two of you saw and accomplished together- it became more wholesome. He packed Jack’s things into his Mickey Mouse backpack then headed upstairs to get changed himself. 

• • • • • • • • 

“You’re pregnant!” Your mom squealed as she threw her arms around you and Chris; it was hard because she was very short compared to you and your husband. “That’s amazing! Oh my God, talk about an amazing early Christmas present.” You and Chris shared a smile and chuckled softly under your breaths. “I’m so happy right now, congratulations!”

“I’m going to have a sister!” Jack called from the living room where he was sitting and having your mom’s famous peanut shortbread while watching a Christmas classic, 'Elf’. You all turned away from Jack to meet each others’ gazes; your parents’ eyes widened with excitement, asking a wordless question “you’re having a girl?”

“We don’t know yet,” you shook your head, smiling.

“But we’re really hoping it’s a girl,” Chris nodded, smiling.

“It’s easier to have a girl than it is to have a boy,” your mom told the two of you.

“Yeah,” your dad nodded in agreement. “We wanted another boy after your brother, but we got you instead.” He joked and you scoffed, whereas Chris and your mom laughed. “I’m kidding, sweetheart. You know you’re my favorite daughter.”

“I’m your only daughter,” you countered with an eye roll.

“For a reason,” he booped your nose and you chuckled. “I knew no child would surpass my precious girl so we stopped trying after you. Take the compliment, kid.” You rolled your eyes again, but with a smile this time around.

“Whatever the reason may be,” Chris began as he wrapped an arm around you. “I’m just glad you brought her into this world 'cause I don’t know where I’d be without her.” You smiled at him and he smiled back. “All’s well that ends well, right?”

“Right,” you smiled and kissed him. 

• • • • • • • • 

“Ugh,” you groaned as Chris passed you your hot chocolate. “This means I’m back on the no caffeine wagon.” He chuckled and wrapped an arm around you, sipping his double shot latte. “How am I going to get any writing done without coffee?” You took a sip, smiling when the hot liquid warmed your belly.

“How does anyone get anything done without coffee?” He quizzed you rhetorically, like you’d with him. “You sleep, sweetheart,” he answered and you chuckled. “I’m not going anywhere this time, I’m going to go through this entire pregnancy with you. I’ll look after Jack, make sure you have all the rest you need so you can work. Though I’d appreciate it if you don’t stress too much, I don’t want any harm to come to you or the baby.”

“Of course not,” you smiled and placed a hand over your belly. He smiled at you then turned to look at the window displays of the shops you were walking past. “It’s weird, Chris,” you began and he turned back to you; your hand was still over your belly. “I’m actually really excited about having another child.”

“How is that weird?” He chuckled. “You’ve clearly always wanted kids of your own, I saw it when you held Jack for the first time.” You felt yourself smile at the memory of holding your son for the first time. “Like Luca said, your job as a waitress ruined your for other children. I mean- if I had to wait on bratty children all day, I wouldn’t want kids either.”

“Maybe,” you shrugged. “I don’t know, I feel like it’s because of you that I want children.” You told him and kissed his jawline when he smiled. “Honestly, without you being you- having children wouldn’t even cross my mind. I’d be perfectly contented working and traveling and just hanging out with my brothers’ kids.”

“And without you, I wouldn’t want kids either.” He admitted and you shot him a 'yeah, right’ look. “I’m serious,” he chuckled, tightening his hold on you. “I can’t imagine having to do all this with someone else, there is no one I’d rather do this whole parenting thing with.”

“The feeling’s mutual, Evans,” you told him and planted another tender kiss on his jawline.

Chris smiled because he loved it when you did that; it was a simple but incredibly affectionate act, one he would never get sick of. You were just someone he would never get sick of, and he was so glad he met you and you agreed to marry him.

“Oh my God!” You gasped and pulled away from him, rushing towards the window display that had the cutest penguin light fixture. “Chris,” you said in a 'we-have-to-get-it’ tone as you looked back at him, pointing at it.

“Whatever you want, sweetheart,” he nodded as he walked over to join you, taking your hand in his. “You’ve already given me everything I want,” he smiled as he drew your hand to his lips. “The least I can do is get you this adorable penguin.”

“I love you so much,” you chuckled.

“I know,” he smiled, squeezing your hand.

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Title: Newest Addition
Character: Jake Peralta
A/n: This’ll most likely turn into a series because I like the idea a lot, lemme know if you’d be interested. Also, cop jargon is not my strong suit, apologies.

You mentally went over your introduction for the hundredth time that morning, not wanting to mess up your first day on the job. Your grip on your shoulder bag tightened and loosened as you tried to shake off the nerves. You were fully confident in your skills as a sketch artist, but new people in unknown situations always made you jumpy.

You pulled open the door of the 99th precint and slowly peered inside, seeing a bunch of people sauntering around the office space as they carried piles of papers or coffee mugs.

You looked down at a small stick-it note you had written all of your information on, but you had no idea where to go from there.

“Hello, can I help you something?” You looked up at saw a smiling woman with dark hair pulled back into a bun standing in front of you.

“Yes! Hi, I’m looking for Captain Ray Holt? It’s my first day and I’m supposed to inform him first thing.”

“Oh, you must be the new sketch artist!” She said, holding her hand out for you to shake. “I’m Detective Amy Santiago.”

“(Y/f/n), it’s very nice to meet you, Amy,” You said noticing her firm hold on your hand. “So, are you like the top dog around here?”

Amy’s eyes got a certan glint to them and she stood up taller as she smoothed her brightly colored blouse. “Why yes, it’s been proven to be true, aside from Captain Holt, of course. Lemme take you to his office.”

“Well, well,” Amy said, noticing Jake walking in through the front doors. “Look who’s late again.”

“For your information, Santiago,” Jake said as he dropped a bag onto his desk. “I stopped to get food after catching a perp trying to tear up a parking ticket.”

Amy gave him a look before starting the first case report of the day. “Regardless, I got to see the new member first.”

Jake frowned. “Aw, what! They’re here already?”

Amy looked up from her monitor proudly. “Yes, she seems very nice.”

“Is she cute?”

“Shut up.”

“Attention everyone!” Captain Holt announced, extending his hand out to you. “This is (Y/n), she’s out newest sketch artist. Please make her feel welcome.”

Jake took one glance at you and got the biggest smile on his face. “Score! She’s super cute!”

Amy scolded him. “And you are staying far away from her.”

“That is totally not happening.”

“Now, we have busy day today but if someone would be willing to show (Y/n) the ropes, it would be most appreciated.”

Amy was about to stand up, but Jake had already sprinted up to the two of you.

“I’ve got this,” Jake said as he gave you a charming smile and extended a hand to you. “Jake Peralta, best detective in the building, certified badass and available.”

Holt rolled his eyes. “Detective, please refrain from flirting with new members. We don’t want to scare them off.”

You laughed and shook his hand. “I don’t mind, I found it funny.”

Jake smiled and linked his arm with yours. “I like you already.”

“This is the interrogation room, depending on the case, you’ll probably do most of your work in here, getting descriptions from witnesses the works.” Jake explained, hopping up on the metal table.

You nodded, looking around the bare room. “What happened to the last sketch artist.”

“You know what, I don’t really know. He called in sick a couple times and then just stopped showing up altogether,” Jake hopped down from the table and looked around discreetly before leaning close to you. “Between you and me though, I think he’s working for the fire department now.”

“Fire department?”

“Shh, we don’t speak of them in this sanctuary,” Jake said as he folded his arms. “But enough about that, I’m very curious about you, Miss (Y/n).”

You shrugged. “What do you want to know?”

“Psh, just the usual protocol questions. What’s your star sign? Favorite color? Do you have a boyfriend? Girlfriend? Opinions on the movie ‘Die Hard’?”

You laughed, brows scrunching together as you tried to think of all the answers. But a knock on the door interrupted your thought process.

“(L/n), Sergeant Terry has a witness for you.” Gina said as she leaned against the door.

“Oh, thank you,” You told her with a smile before turning back to Jake. “Perhaps another time?”

“Sure!” Jake said watching you leave the room before he leaned back into the table. “Gina! We were having a moment!”

“She’s literally been here not even a full day and you’re already trying to bone her.” She observed before shrugging. “I can respect that.”

“Am not!” Jake said with an appalled expression. “I just happen to find her very attractive and interesting.”

“Great, so you have a thing for the new chick. Can’t wait to live tweet this.” Gina replied, already typing away on her phone before leaving the doorway.

Jake turned around for half a second before Santiago marched into the room. “What’s this I hear about you trying to seduce the sketch artist!”

“Man, that woman is fast,” Jake said but shook his head. “So what if I am?”

“No, no. There’s finally another woman on this team that seems nice and sane and I will not let you ruin her with one of your lame one night stand dates!” Amy said, folding her arms as she frowned at him.

“Why does everyone keep saying that?”

“Because your Jake Peralta, when was your last serious relationship?”

“A fair point, but still hurtful!” Jake said before sighing. “I can be nice too!”

“Just leave her alone, Peralta. She’s out of your league anyways.” Amy said, giving him another disapproving look before leaving the interrogation room.

“I can, and I’ll prove it!” Jake said before pulling out his phone and dialing a number. “Boyle, meet me in the interrogation room pronto, we have work to do.

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OMG OMG OMG loving your blog I was wondering if u could do peter pan smut were u really wanna get pan going to u start to flirt with Felix pan gets pissed and ties u up and fucks you hard core lots of foreplay please and thx 💋💋❤❤

Heyyy I absolutely looove you’re writing, could you do an imagine veeeryy roughh ass smut where pan is jealous at first, you can make you up any senario of that 😉 thank you!!!

Smut where Peter lies to you and you punish him by ignoring him all day but make it sexually frustrating for him by teasing him so that night she puts him in his place ;)

photo creds: @mykissingstyle


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“Shh, shh,” you giggled and darted behind the flourishing tree, a finger to your lips as you signaled Felix to be quiet. 

The footsteps you’d heard passed by, kicking up clouds of leaves in their noisy wake, and just missing you.

Felix grinned from behind the opposite tree.

“You almost got us caught you ass,” you said, poking out your tongue.

Felix grinned, his scar creasing, his goofy cheeks alight with round dimples.

“Why would it matter?” he said, shaking his shaggy blonde hair away from his eyes.

You pursed your lips, a hand on your hip when you spoke, “Because, Pan was being a dick and he doesn’t deserve our attention.”

Felix let his head rest against the bark of the scraggly tree as he listened.

 You sighed and drooped your head, “Recently, he’s refused to let me be around the lost boys, and I don’t know why. He promised me I could join in on the fun again if I swore to be on my best behavior.”

“And what a good job of that you’re doing,” Felix chuckled.

“Oh shut up. Anyways, that’s the point, he was lying, and frankly I don’t know what I should’ve expected from him anyways. So, if he’s gonna sneak around behind my back, I’ll sneak around his, cause’ two can play at that game.”

Felix shifted his position, a whisper tumbling off his chapped lips, “And how do you plan on getting your revenge?”

You giggled, your fingers twirling a stray strand of your hair by your ear.

“I’m doing it right now babe, see, I’m with you.”

Felix raised his eyebrows curiously, “Yet I get the feeling you had something else in mind?”

A golden beam of light skipped through the green overgrowth, illuminating Felix’s features.

You pointed a toe forward, a grin tickling the corners of your mouth as you drew closer to Felix’s tall stature.

“Hm?” you sung out sweetly. “Maybe you’re right, maybe there was a reason he wanted me away from the lost boys.”

Your feet crunched over the withered dead leaves on the forest floor, and Felix’s eyes lit up in recognition. He gulped down the lump in his throat, but didn’t move, instead he let you come to him. His eyes flickered across your body, which seemed petite in comparison to his.

“Prove me right then,” he said, playing along, his fingers flicking through his shaggy hair.

You swaggered closer, your last step towards him becoming a leap as you bounded into his rock hard chest. The soft dirt swirled through the air as he caught you, both arms instinctively wrapping around your rounded hips. He bent down, his lips finding yours instantly. You brought your dirty fingernails to his chin, forcibly closing the tight gap between your mouths with a soft moan. You flicked your tongue against his chapped lips, tasting them before exploring his mouth a little with your tongue, but you soon found your way back to the outside of his mouth, where you nibbled and sucked until they were smooth against yours. Felix let out a low groan into your mouth, and you caught it between your lips. Your hands streaked through his tangled hair, clawing and combing with animal-like hunger as he hoisted you up, your legs wrapping around his waist as he held you firmly in his large hands, which both applied pressure to your bouncy bottom. You giggled with satisfaction and pulled away momentarily.

“I like this.”

Felix smiled, but only for a second, for his face quickly grew dark.

“I don’t,” you heard a voice say from behind your back.

Felix dropped you down to the forest floor, his eyes pulling away guiltily from yours.

“Pan,” you grumbled, facing the boy who stood back lazily against a nearby tree.

He stared straight into your eyes, green orbs reflecting the colors of the fresh forest leaves.

“Ugh,” you frowned, “Were you spying on us? Just..leave us be.”

“I won’t leave you be,” Pan said, and you were now aware that he was addressing you much more than he was Felix.

“What do you want?” you said ignoring him.

Pan’s face tightened, his eyes now moving to Felix’s. 

“I want you to leave,” he said to Felix. “I need to have a word alone with (Y/N).”

Felix opened his mouth and stuttered, “Look, don’t make this about her, I-”

“Now,” Pan repeated firmly.

Felix didn’t even throw you a second glance as he darted out of sight.

“Good,” you said sarcastically, “Great, there goes my fun.”

Peter’s nostrils flared in warning, “You think that’s fun, do you?”

You smiled angrily, eyes narrowing, “If it means that you would lay off me for even two fucking minutes then yes, it is.”

Peter’s cheeks grew warm as he retorted, “What’s this attitude about?”

“It’s about the fact that you won’t leave me alone, and that you lied to me.”

“I only lied to you to stop this precise thing from happening.”

“And why’s that?”

“Because I hate seeing you like that.”

“Like what?”

“With them.”


“The lost boys, or…Felix.”


“You infuriate me.”


The tension between your bodies strung thick in the air, and your breathing was slightly heavy from snapping back at Peter so quickly.

“You think that meant something?” You murmured, referring to Felix.

“It sure looked like it,” Peter said, his voice hoarse.

“You’re stupidity drives me insane.”

“Huh?” Peter questioned, his anger receding.

“I just wanted to prove a point. If you don’t want me toying with the lost boys than that’s fine, but it’s not them you should be worried about, it’s you.”

Peter pursed his lips an eyebrow raised.

You smiled, “Your cute when your jealous, you know that?”

Peter remained still.

“The other lost boys,” you began, “Meh, they’re fun, but I can’t stand it when you isolate me and ignore me.”

“Because?” he asked.

“Because I’d never let their hands go to far, that’s just for you,” you chuckled lightly, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.

A small grin grew on Peter’s lips.

You walked over to him and inhaled his foresty scent, bringing your lips inches from his. He bent over you, lips barely brushing yours before you sent a quick slap to his cheek.

His eyebrows furrowed, a startled gasp emitting from his lips.

“That was for being such a dick.”

You turned to walk away but he grabbed you hips first, and when you blinked you were no longer outside, but instead in Peter’s cozy hideaway room.

The candles around the room cast a faint glow through the room, and the shadows flickered steadily across the dark wooden floorboards. A large bed sat in the middle of the room, draped in silky white sheets which you were instantly thrown upon.

“Agh-” you started, falling face first into the fluffy pillows. 

Peter slinked over your form, ready to bound you to the bed, but you grabbed him by the hips, seizing the rope from his hands and tying him up to the bed yourself.

His shimmering eyes stared into yours curiously, watching your every move as you ripped down every piece of clothing on his body and your own.

You trailed kisses across every inch of his skin you could reach until you found his perky shaft, which bounced up in your soft hands. You gripped your two hands around the base and dipped his tip into your mouth, swirling your tongue around to the beat of Peter’s muffled groans. You pecked little kisses on the top, about to push more in but instead deciding you’d prefer to tease him further. Peter tried to protest, wanting more, but you simply sat back and watched him with a small smile. You crawled over the top of his rippled chest and used it as a surface to sit on as you spread your legs wide open so that Peter could see but not touch. You smirked and licked two of your fingers before plunging them straight towards your core, dipping them in and out over and over, your eyelids slamming closed as shrill little moans fell from your lips. Peter growled, infuriated, his eyes ravenous as he watched you please yourself. You continued until a thick wave of your juices spilled across his chest, covering his smooth skin, but you didn’t clean up, and simply blinked innocently at Peter, licking your fingers clean with a loud slurp. 

“I’d share but unfortunately that wouldn’t be much of a punishment, would it?”

Peter gasped, his hands tugging at the ropes that bound him, and you saw them loosen but didn’t stop him.

You jumped back over his shaft, dipping the whole thing down your throat and pumping him until the ropes were ripped free, and his moans came loud and clear as he spat out the gag. 

Peter chucked you underneath him, making up for lost time as he chewed at your skin until it was raw, biting and kissing at your jaw, behind your ear, and down your stomach.

You moaned in pleasure, biting hard on your lower lip when his mouth found your breathing heat.

He dipped his tongue into your hole, his hands pounding at your ass cheeks with each movement of his tongue.

You didn’t know if you should scream from pleasure or pain, so you did both, your mangled cries coming loud as Peter pounded and sucked through wave after wave of your juices, his tongue swirling around continuously for what felt like eternity.

Before it had started it was over, and he instead substituted his tongue for his length, which he kept still momentarily.

“Don’t…tease me,” he growled between his clenched teeth.

“You deserved i-” you started, but your words never finished leaving your lips, for his length had entered you. Your toes curled, your fingernails clenched on his hips as he bobbed over you, dipping in and out of you to the thrum of your pleas for more. He moved faster, dipping closer to your core, his breath coming thick and heavy, sweat dripping from his forehead, eyes shut as he gasped and slammed his hips against yours roughly. A loud profanity echoed through the small room as he twitched inside of your tight body, coming down a final time, Your teeth bit at his skin roughly as you tried desperately to keep a grip on yourself, but it was no use, your come and his mingled, flowing out across your bodies and staining the silky sheets. Peter rolled over, his brown ruffled hair plastered to his forehead.

You lay there for a while, a withered mess, tears at your eyes from the intensity of Peter’s force.

“(Y/N)” Peter cooed and climbed back over you.

“N-” you began, too exhausted for more.

Peter saw your tired body and crawled down to your lap, where he cleaned up the mess he’d left with little kitten licks. When he was done, he stretched back towards you, his slender form curving around you as he pulled you close into an embrace, his lips finding the crook of your neck.

“Love?” he whispered.

“Mm,” you mumbled sleepily.

“You’re a tease.”

Feels Like Home


Pairing: Tony/OC

Prompts: #20. “It’s raining and I’m in front of your house.”
#40. “No, you look good with my shirt on.”
#90. “I’m in love with you.”

Warnings: None, just some fluff and some making out. The usual way I like to start out a Monday. Smut is implied at the end.

“You’re doing it again.”

I snapped my gaze away from the wandering billionaire philanthropist to see a smirking Natasha watching me. My cheeks flushed and I pretended to suddenly be engrossed in stirring the drink in front of me. Using a cocktail straw, I managed to create an alcohol whirlpool inside the pint glass.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” I responded, feigning confusion. And doing a horrible job of it. We both knew i knew exactly what she was talking about. I just refused to spend any more time discussing it.

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Imagine a long weekend with Chris. (Part A)

A/N: Part 5A 😊 Sorry for the wait, I’ve been busy with stuff. Anyway, this one tugged at my heart strings a little bit…Well, I cried. 😅 I’m such a hopeless romantic, it’s ridiculous. You can read the related mini-series and the previous parts here: (Mini-series - Masterlist; Mini-series Spin-off: ‘Unexpected Reader’ and ‘Little Ways Away’ - Masterlist; 'She Said Yes: Part 1/Part 2/Part 3/Part 4’)

You and Chris listened to Ed Sheeran’s album 'Divide’ in preparation for the concert tomorrow night as he drove the both of you back to his Boston apartment, or so you thought. You were actually going to yet another surprise that everyone, but you knew about. As it turned out, Chris Evans was as much of a futurist as you were. From the moment he bought that ring, he’d been planning, seeking out, and collecting everything else the two of you needed to reach the life you were both striving for. Things were definitely looking up for the both of you. You’d both found your perfect half; Infinity War and Chris’ Marvel contract were coming to an end which meant he would soon return home to you; your graduation was slowly, but surely arriving in a couple of years, and you were going to take your indescribable talent and join the big leagues; Chris would move out of Captain America’s limelight, continue being spectacular in his field of work, and hopefully get the recognition he deserved; then of course, your long engagement would end and the two of you would get married.

You’d both agreed that after getting married, you’d move out of the apartment you shared with Ava and move in with him. The only thing that hadn’t been decided on was location because location was a little tricky. You both agreed that Los Angeles was the smarter option as it was where work would have both of you the most. That was, of course, if you became a success in Hollywood- which Chris assured you you would. But there was also the thought of fulfilling what you wrote and moving back to Chris’ hometown because that was eventual; Chris had made it fairly clear that he wanted to raise his family in Boston. That eventually was something you were more than happy to comply to because the moment you married Chris, he would become your family and anywhere he went would become home. You told him that, which was why he did something big and amazing behind your back knowing you wouldn’t be upset with him.

“This isn’t your apartment block,” you furrowed your brows when his car pulled to a stop and you looked out the window. “Where are we?” You quizzed as you turned to him; he had a smile that worried you slightly. “Why are you smiling like that?” You asked with a soft chuckle. “Chris!” You laughed when his smile turned into a smirk. “What’s going on?”

“Oh nothing,” he feigned innocence as he reached over you and into the glove box to pull out two set of keys. “I just thought you’d want to see our future home.” Your lips parted in awe when he held up one for you that had a 'Mrs.’ Minnie Mouse keychain that said, whereas his was a 'Mr.’ Mickey Mouse one.

“You’re kidding, right?”

“Nope,” he shook his head, jiggling your keys in front of your face. “Take it, go open the door and see.” You chuckled in disbelief, taking the keys from his hand. “C'mon,” he chuckled as he got out of the car; you followed suit with wobbly legs. This had to be a dream, all of it from the moment you met Chris till this very second. There was no way you got this freaking lucky, no way you were basically living out one of your perfect stories.

“What do you think?” Chris asked, holding his arms wide open as he turned in a circle on the front yard. All you could do was laugh because you were still trying very hard to process everything that was happening. If you were being honest, your mind was still stuck on the fact that you were going to see Ed Sheeran live. “Was this the house you imagined when you wrote your mini series?”

It wasn’t, because it was even more perfect that you’d imagined it. The exterior was blue, which was something Chris gave himself a pat on the back for as you’d always babble on about how awesome a colored house would be; blue was your favorite color, after all. The front yard was gorgeous and the perfect size for your future children to run around with Dodger; the garden circling the house even had bushes of roses growing already. Chris held out a hand for you to take and you walked over, smiling as you did. He drew your hand up to his quirked lips and kissed your knuckles; from the look on both your faces, he knew he’d nailed it.

“Wait till you see the inside,” he told you and pulled you alongside him as he padded up the stairs to your front porch. Your front porch, you couldn’t believe you could say that. The house was yours, yours and Chris’. Chris released your hand and moved to open the front door with his key; a red front door because why not have your house look like your fiancé’s Marvel character. “You know how you said you like earthy tones and marble benches?” He quizzed as he glanced back at you; you nodded with a wide grin. “Well, you’re going to love, love, love this house.”

“I kind of have to considering you bought the place already,” you laughed and he nodded, chuckling. “Oh my God,” the air was knocked out of your lungs when Chris opened the door to reveal the inside of your future home. “I feel like I just entered my story dimension, Chris.”

“It feels like deja vu, doesn’t it?” He chuckled as he closed the front door behind the both of you. “When I first came to see this house with our moms, they both freaked out.” Of course they came with him because of course they knew and didn’t tell you; you wouldn’t be surprised if Ava knew too. “They swore this was the house they saw when they read your series and just- they agreed it was perfect and that I should get it because you’d love it. Do you?” He asked as you turned around; your lips were still parted in awe. “Do you love it?” He asked with a hopeful smile.

“Are you kidding?” You laughed. “This is fucking amazing! Right now- I want to call Ava and tell her I’m moving out of that apartment and out of California and into this house. I don’t even care if I have to transfer universities, I’ll go to your alma mater. I’ll- I’ll fucking fly to school if I have to!” You exclaimed and he laughed, wrapping an arm around you to steer you towards the kitchen. “This is so breathtakingly amazing and spectacular. Oh my God,” you breathed, “I can’t breathe.”

“Okay, calm down,” he chuckled. “This is our forever home, we’ll move in when we get married and start on that forever. Right now, you’re going to stay in that apartment and stay in LA and finish school.” You pouted, running your hand along the smooth walls you were passing. “This place isn’t even properly furnished yet, babe.”

“We can go to IKEA right now and furnish it.”

“No,” he chuckled. “I only brought you here so you can see the place. We’re not moving back to Boston just yet, we’ve got a lot keeping us in LA for now. We’re not even married, okay? I know it’s exciting, believe me. But this- it’s for later, okay?” He looked over at you, chuckling when you nodded with a sad pout. “Come on, let’s see the kitchen. That will cheer you up.”

“Will it if I don’t even get to use it for God only knows how long,” you mumbled and Chris laughed, squeezing you tightly against him. You cracked a smile, wrapping an arm around his waist. “Okay, fine,” you giggled. “I’ll be less of a bummer, I mean- it is officially ours. It doesn’t matter if we use it today, or tomorrow, or in a few years. It’s ours and that’s what’s amazing.”

“Exactly,” he nodded. “Look,” he gently took your by the shoulders and pushed you in front of him as you turned the corner. The two of you stood in the archway leading into the kitchen and you gasped. “Marble benches, earth tones, breakfast bar, open floor plan into the dining area and living area. We can put a TV and a big family couch over there, so when you cuddle up with our children- I can watch you and smile while doing the dishes.” He referenced your mini series, making you chuckle. “And look there, I even have a little fridge.” He pointed at the corner where a little beer fridge was stowed away in-between the kitchen cabinets. “I can keep my beers there, so they don’t take up space in the actual fridge and get in your way.” You chuckled with a shake of your head. “What do you think of it?” He asked, grinning. “Is this the dream kitchen?”

“This is the dream everything,” you corrected him.

“C'mon,” he chuckled. “Let’s go see upstairs. Unlike the house in your story, this one has three levels instead of two. Oh, hold up.” He grabbed your hand and stopped you before you headed for the stairs, pulling you towards the sliding doors that led to the backyard. “We’ve got an entertainment deck on the side that you can access through that door,” he pointed it out for you and you nodded. “Then these doors lead to the backyard, where we don’t have a pool but can install one because there is a lot of space out there. It’s also a good space to dance to Ed Sheeran’s 'Perfect’,” he teased another reference and you chuckled again. “The laundry’s behind us on the right, I think? Then there’s a back room which I’m thinking of turning into a den where I can watch football games and be a slob with my friends out of sight, so you don’t go into labor early.” He tried not to laugh as he referenced another moment in your mini series.

“Okay,” you laughed. “Quit referring back to my story, you weirdo.” You shoved him playfully and he laughed, wrapping an arm around you to steer you towards the stairs. “You keep saying you’re with me because you’re in-love with me,” you teased, “but I’m starting to think otherwise.”

“Drats,” Chris clicked his fingers together, wincing. “My plan has been revealed, my true colors are out.” You laughed, poking his side which made him laugh as he squirmed. “I’m sorry your stories are so freaking amazing that it sticks with me.”

“Just show me the upstairs, you dork.” You bit playfully and he smiled, taking your hand and the lead as he walked up the staircase. You found yourself admiring the hardwood floor as you walked up each step, it was a dark chocolate color which you loved; a very relaxing and calming color scheme throughout the whole house. “Ooooo.” You pulled your hand from his and walked into what seemed to be the master bedroom. “Is this our room?” You circled the room while Chris stood in the doorway; he nodded with a smile. “This is huge! Wait- what’s the wardrobe situation like?” You quizzed and Chris laughed because he’d expected that question from a fashionista like yourself. “Is it a walk-in?”

“You tell me.” He moved to open the double doors you didn’t notice and revealed a huge- like Carrie Bradshaw’s wardrobe from Sex and The City huge- walk-in wardrobe. Your jaw dropped for the fifth time that day and you let out a breathless chuckle. “One big and beautiful side each.”

“Christopher Robert Evans,” you turned around with a smile so wide that it was hurting your face. “You are- you are full of surprises, aren’t you?” You walked over to him as a smile appeared on his face; one as wide as yours. “This is- by far,” you emphasized, wrapping your arms around his neck, “the most amazing and shell shocking thing you’ve ever done for me. How am I meant to live up to all of this, Chris?”

“I don’t need you to live up to anything, sweetheart,” he chuckled, resting his hands on your waist. “Just having you in my life, Y/N, it’s enough.” You smiled, brushing his cheek with your thumb. “You chose me. I mean- you’re twenty years old, you had a whole world waiting for you- a whole life to live out and- somehow, you decided to settle with me.” You felt your eyes narrow as you tried to correct him, but he spoke again before you could. “I know,” he quickly said. “I know I’m Chris Evans and I’m amazing and you’re lucky to be with me, but- that’s not how I see it. I…” He trailed off, unable to explain what was running through his mind. “I never thought this would happen for me,” he told you and you felt your eyes well with tears. “I mean- I spent so many years trying to settle down and start a life with- a myriad of different girls. None of them worked out and- I don’t know why, but it just didn’t.”

“Chris,” you reached to brush the tears he had forming in the corner of his eyes.

“No no no,” he chuckled, gently pushing your hand away. “I’m not- those are happy tears because upon meeting you, I realized why they didn’t work. The universe was making me wait for you.” More tears welled in both your eyes as he said that. “I think it’s a little unfair that it decided to make me wait so long, I mean- sixteen years for you to even be born into this world? That’s a little cruel.” He said and you both chuckled. “But um-” his voice quivered as he smiled through his tears, “I realize now that- the wait was everything. If we were the same age and I’d met you early in life, we wouldn’t be together right now. I think I’d be too much of a hot mess for you to want to spend the rest of your life with me.”

“Chris,” you both started to weep, chuckling, “you’re wrong. I would’ve loved you through a thousand lifetimes,” you told him. “That’s why people call it soul mates, right? You fall in-love with someone’s soul, and nothing else. I think-” you placed a hand on his heart, “my heart would’ve known you were the soul waiting for me. So you’re wrong,” you told him and he chuckled, tilting his head back to stop himself from weeping, “I would’ve loved you.”

“Yeah,” he chuckled, shaking his head. “You don’t need to live up to anything. You’re fucking killing me with just your words,” he said and you chuckled as he brushed your tears away with his thumbs. “Just promise me you won’t ever leave me and- I promise you, we’re squared.”

“I promise,” you drew yourself closer to him and his arms wrapped around you, hands pressed against your lower back. “I am yours eternally. Even if we die and come back as-” you chuckled, “Barbara and George.” You both laughed at the randomness of those names. “I’m going to find you and live out whatever life we’ll create together. Because I love you, like- imagine my love is like Mount Everest, 'cause that is how much I love you.”

“You know what, Barbara,” he chuckled when you giggled, “I Mount Everest love you too.”

“Believe me,” you smiled, inching your lips closer to his, “that message has been well received.”

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Part 5B


Word count: 3098

You get Kai out of prison world but he’s afraid you’ll hurt him, so you write him a letter saying you love him

‘Ok, truth or dare?’ Kai stated the question, pulling his legs closer to his body. 

‘Truth!’ You said enthusiasticly and showed him a big smiles, twirling a small flower with your fingers, that you pulled out od the grass surrounding you. 

'When was the last time you used magic?’ Kai asked and a smile immediately started fading away from your face, replacing with sadness and maybe even a little pain in your eyes. You looked down at your hand and a small yellow flower that was starting to lose its beautiful shape, drying as you plucked a few petals off. 

'I can’t even remember. You know that, they aren’t exactly sure if they should even give me any magic. They say I’m a freak. Some parents, huh?’ You added and threw the flower a few feet away from you and then picked up a different one, fresh and beautifully colored. 

'You know you’re not a freak. You’re just…different. Like me and there’s nothing wrong with that. Hey, if you ask me, I think we’re gonna rule the world someday and show everyone that we’re not a threat or anything. You’ll see. It will get better.’ Kai trailed off and caressed your hand a few times, assuring you that there was nothing to worry about. You chuckled and smiled at him again, his beautiful blue eyes staring deeply into yours. 

'You’re always so positive about everything.' 

'I try to be. It’s not like I have anyone else to help me up when I’m down or someone who could tell me that I’m not an abomination and that I should show everyone how beautiful my powers are.’ He cleared his throat and smiled for a brief second before he looked down at his hands and kept quiet for what it seemed like hours. You knew how hard his life was and how hard his family was on him. It hurt you to see him like that and you did everything to make him feel better. 

'Hey. Like you said. We will rule the world someday and it will be awesome. Because, let’s face it, no one is as cool as we are. Hello, we can absorb magic and it’s unique and beautiful, so, screw them.’ You chuckled at your words, finding it a bit weird because you haven’t cursed in your life a lot. It was how you were raised. To be polite and always use the right words, but the conditions you were in, sometimes those words were the only ones that matched the situation. 

'Wow, who is this girl? I don’t know her. You know, you should curse more often, it’s kinda hot.’ Kai teased you as you leaned in and hit his arm playfully, Kai acting like it hurt but then both of you started laughing and laid down on the big blanket that was spread over a beautiful green grass filled with tiny little flowers that you used to practice magic on. When you had magic, it was the most exciting thing ever. You came to a field which was field with flowers, but when they became withered, you used your magic to bring them back to life. Even though you were using your magic for a good cause, your family still thought that you should be restrained from that and try to act like a normal human being. It wasn’t as easy as everyone thought. There were days when you felt like you were on fire, but they didn’t care. That’s why you had Kai by your side. You were a siphon and so was he and that’s what brought you together. Throughout the years, you became very close to him. You did everything together, but lately you were starting to grow some feelings for him. One night, you went to his house and waited for him on the swing where you would always hang out. You waited for him for almost an hour and he didn’t show up. You didn’t understand why until you heard someone screaming in the woods not too far from his home. You ran as fast as you could and hid behind a big tree, but still had a perfect view on what was happening. Kai was down on the floor, rolling around  in pain while his father stood before him with something in his hand and kept chanting. You didn’t understand what they were doing but seeing Kai like that made your tears form in your eyes. You couldn’t do anything and your heart broke when he disappeared completely from that place. The screaming stopped and all members of the gemini coven stood there in one place, Kai’s father having a big smile on his face. You couldn’t believe what was in front of your eyes. The thing that Joshua held in his hands was called the ascendant. You have read about them but never thought they were real. The legend said that they could create other worlds, identical to ours but instead of normal time, days would repeat themselves over and over again. You knew you had to get it somehow, because you were on a mission and that mission was getting Kai out of that hell hole. 

18 years have passed since the last time you saw Malachai Parker. 18 years and you still couldn’t get the image of him being dragged and locked inside the 1994 prison world. You weren’t a siphon anymore. You were now a heretic. Half siphon and half vampire. Your body was frozen at the age you saw Kai last and you didn’t want to change. You also hadn’t given up on getting Kai out of there. After all these years, you weren’t sure if he would even be alive, but everytime that popped into your mind, you quickly shook it away. Kai was out there somewhere and you were coming from him. You found the same ascendant Joshua used back in 1994 and found the spell that was suppossed to take you to exact place where Kai was. You were nervous and afraid you would fail, but after mergening with your sibling and winning, you had the ability to do magic and after years and years of practicing, you were ready. You waited for the right time and used the blood that Bonnie gave you a long time ago. You poured some on the ascendant and started chanting, everything around you getting lighter and lighter with each second, the wind caressing your cheeks. Your eyes were closed and you kept repeating the spell until the ascendant closed. You opened your eyes and looked around, taking in all the similarities out there. It all seemed so familiar and when you looked around one more time, you realized that you were in Mystic Falls. 

'What the-?’ You muttered under your breath and started roaming the streets of Mystic Falls, confused as to how everything looked he same as out there in the real world. It was a bit scary but also helpful because it was something you knew like the back of your hand. You stopped in front of a coffee shop and picked up the newspaper, spreading it out and quickly went theough the pages. You were hoping you would find something, but nothing important cam  up until you closed them and saw the front page. May 10th 1994. It was the day Kai disappeared. You read the article and swallowed hard, throwing the newspaper back on the side walk and started walking again. You stopped in front of Mystic Grill and went inside, hoping you would find him here. After all, he was obsessed with food so seeing him in here wouldn’t be such a big surprise. 

'Kai?’ You muttered out, looking around to see if anyone was in there. 'Hello? Anyone in here? Kai I know that you’re here. I’m here to take you home.’ You shouted, but there was still no sign of Kai. You sighed heavily and prepared yourself to walk out of the Grill. 

'Are you really?’ You stopped at the sound of a male voice echoing through the big room, but it sure wasn’t loud enough for you. You froze at one spot, afraid to turn around. You were scared of what could have happened but at the same time, you wanted to see Kai’s face more than anything. 

'Hello? Are you just going to stand there or are you going to talk to me?’ He said abruptly as your hands started shaking. You sighed heavily once more before you turned around as slow as you could, your jaw almost dropping down when you saw him. Fuck. Language! 

'It’s me. I- Remember me? We were best friends in 1994. We- we used to hang out a lot.’ You answered and took a few steps closer but he didn’t want you to get closer. 

'Why are you here and how are you so young? It’s been eighteen years! Are you really- is that- is that really you?’ He asked and pointed at you, placing his hand on his mouth as he leaned against one of the tables, running his fingers roughly through his hair. It was like he was avoiding your eyes and didn’t want to face you. 

'It is me. I- I came to save you. I came for you, Kai. You’ll be ok now.’ You said gently, trying to calm him down and convince him that it was ok if he trusted you. You were still his friend just like you were 18 years ago. You took a few steps closer, watching every detail on his face, confused as to how is he still so young after so much time had passed. It was unbelievable and amusing but it also scared you a little bit. 'How are you so young? I- it’s unbelievable.’ You asked him, your gaze foxused on him. 

'I don’t know. It’s something about this place and not to mention all the days have been the same, like they’re on some magical loop. It really changes you, you know.’ Kai stuttered and took a deep breath, exhaling deeply and sat on the table that was placed behind him, his legs dangling from it. Kai was staring at you but kept quiet like he was waiting for something. 

'Look, as much as I would like to stay here and talk to you, we really have to go home. Eclipse is about to happen and we don’t want to miss it, except if you want to spend an extra day in this…hell hole.’ You chuckled a bit, but Kai’s face was still serious. 

'How are we- how can you take us out of here?’ Kai asked. 

'You’ll see. C'mon.’ You ordered and grabbed his hand, leading him out of the Grill and to the place where you were suppossed to be. In the woods. You stumbled over your feet a dew times, hearing Kai chuckle everytime behind you which only made you smile a little bit. Oh, how much you have missed that laugh of his. It was like music to your ears. You weren’t just happy that you had found Kai, you were happy because all the feelings that you had back then in 1994 were still there. You were still in love with Kai and wanted to tell him with everything you had in yoir body, but it wasn’t the right time. 

You stopped and looked at the hole in front of you and then back at Kai. 

'Ready?’ Kai looked at you befuddled for a second, but after that a smile flashed across his face, making you go weak at the knees. His eyes were a light shade od blue, like when the sun shines down on the blue ocean water. You got lost in them for a minute and forgot why were you even there. You cleared your throat and shook your head, snapping out of your thoughts. 

'So long 1994.’ He trailed off, making you chuckle as you started saying the spell, the ascendant in your hands opening and the biggest wheel in the middle spinning, covered in Bennett blood as the light of eclipse shone down onto you and Kai. 

'Sangima Mearma, Ascendarum Cavea’  you kept repeating the spell until there was a white light surrounding you and after a few moments, everything stopped. There was no wind, no light, only a bunch of trees surrounding you. Kai looked around as everything seemed surreal.

'We’re here? This is it?’ Kai asked.

'Yes. We’re back. You can finally continue with your life as you used to. I can stay with you if you want. I wouldn’t mind if-’

'No.’ Kai said abruptly, taking you by surprise. He took a step back and shook his head 'no’. You swallowed hard, trying to suppress a single tear to fall down that was forming in your eye.

'What- what do you mean no?’ You asked him, your voice barely audible.

'i don’t trust you.’

'What do you mean? It’s still me, Kai. I’m your best friend.’ You muttered, trying to convince him that it was going to be fine but he didn’t believe you.

'You’re going to hurt me. Gemini coven sent you to get me out so you can hurt me. I- I don’t want you close.’ He claimed and stepped away from you. His walking soon turned into running. You were hurt at the way he reacted as you were expecting much more from him and you wanted to continue where you and Kai left off before he was sent to prison world. But instead of that, Kai was afraid of you and it hurt you more than anything. You spent a few more minutes in the woods and then used our vampire speed and ran back to your house, slamming the doors behind you, feeling frustrated and sad at the same time. You roughly ran your fingers through your hair and started pacing around the house, thinking of a way to get Kai to believe you. You saw a single paper and a pen on your coffee table in your living room and picked it up. Everything that had build up inside you throughout the years, you let it out and put it on the paper. Your feelings for Kai, completely everything. It was time he knew how you felt about him and it might be the only thing that could bring him back to you or push him ever further away from you. You read it one more time before folding the paper and putting it inside a simple envelope. You grabbed your jacket and ran fast to where you thought Kai would be and you were right. He was inside the house, all alone. You pushed the envelope through a narrow opening on the doors and ran away with your vampire speed, not wanting for Kai to see you just yet. You hid behind a tree not too far from his house, waiting for him. After  few moments, he opened the front door in a hurry and slammed them behind him. He started running and had a piece of paper in his hand. A small smile appeared on your face. You started running behind him and then cheated a little bit, using your vampire speed and stopped right in front of him. When he looked at you he stopped a few feet away from you, catching his breath. You saw his chest rising up and down from heavy breathing and you heard his fast heartbeat, sounding like it would jump out of his chest any minute.

'Are you just going to stand there or are you going to say something?’ You yelled loudly enough for Kai to hear you, but he was still quiet. Out of nowhere, he started running towards you, his arms instantly wrapping around your body when he reached you. He pulled your body closer to his, his heartbeat luder than ever, and so was yours. You could feel each others heartbeats on one anothers bodies. He cupped your face and leaned in, brushing his lips against yours before he finally pressed them against your lips, deepening the kiss as seconds passed. Your hands found their way to his hair, tugging on it lightly, his body moving even closer to you, like he was afraid that you would run away from him if there was only an inch of space between your bodies. He pulled away but hadn’t let go of you. He kept you as close as he could, his hot breath brushing on your face every so often.

'Did you mean every word you said in that letter?’ Kai asked, out of breath and pecked your lips swiftly.

'Every word. I love you, Kai. I’ve been in love with you since 1994. I didn’t want to let you go and when I saw you being dragged away and how your family abandoned you and sent you away, my heart broke into million pieces. I wanted to help you but I didn’t know how. I have spent years trying to find the right ascendant and to find a way to get you out, but when you turned me down today, I thought I was about to lose you forever.’ You muttered, a single tear streaming down your face. Kai placed his palm on your cheek and wiped your tear away with his thumb as you slowly leaned into his palm, his touch feeling so soft and gentle against your skin.

'I was afraid. You kind of lose all faith in people when they abandon you like that. I’m sorry, I- I would never leave you. I just needed some time. You have no idea how long I spent thinking about you and how much I have missed you. You were the only thing that kept me going when I was trapped in there.’

You were completely lost for words and just kept looking at him and how his beautiful blue eyes became even more blue when tears were forming in his eyes. He looked more beautiful than ever.

'You don’t have to be afraid anymore. I’m here. For you.’ You whispered and hugged him tightly, his strong arms wrapping around your body.

'I know. And- hey, look at me.’ He lifted your head up, his eyes meeting yours. 'I’m here now and I’m not going anywhere. Ok?’

'Ok.’ You whispered and pulled him in for another kiss, is lips feeling like they were made for you. He was still that old Kai you fell in love with and he was yours. Only yours.

(A/N: I would like to thank @psingh97 for helping me with this, you are awesome!)

Please? Part 27

Daryl Dixon x Reader

*Masterlist coming soon for easy reading!

You hear hushed voices arguing just outside of your cell. You peel open your eyes, blinking in the sunlight that pours in on your face. The illness, the flu, it’s gone from your system once and for all, at least you hope so. Daryl carried you into your cell once you looked better, could think straighter.

Even now, you want nothing more than to walk outside and feel the sun on your skin, not just through a window. You want to run with the girls, laugh and play.

You lift your head just in time to hear the voices start trailing off, not hearing a single word they were uttering to each other. One was Daryl, you could tell by the grunts. The other must have been Rick by the sounds of the footsteps. After spending so much time with people, living under the same prison, you start to remember how heavy footsteps are against the stairs, how everyone breathes differently. Daryl’s rubbing off on you.

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Imagine Chris taking you around your new home.

A/N: Part 5 is here, y'all. I have to admit, even I got a little choked up writing this. 😅 I might have a wedding for you guys, but we’ll see. Enjoy 💕 (Read Part 1/Part 2/Part 3/Part 4)

You stood in the front yard of your dream house with the man of your dreams; the smile on your face was yet to be wiped off. Chris smiled seeing how happy you were and silently commended himself on such a wonderful job. He walked over to you, wrapping his arms around you from behind. “What do you think?” He spoke softly into your hair. “Do you like it?” You turned around in his arms and chuckled when you caught his gaze. “What?” He raised a brow as he dropped his arms.

“You’re insane, you know that?” You quizzed rhetorically, caressing his bearded face with one hand. He chuckled, turning so he could kiss your palm. “I mean-” you dropped your hand and glanced back at the house before turning back to Chris. “You are literally the perfect man.” He laughed. “This whole day has been unreal. You see things like this in the movies, you don’t ever expect…” You trailed off, your hand reaching to touch the small plane pendant resting between your collarbone; Chris smiled. “Who does this in real life?”

“Me,” he smiled and slipped his hand into yours, entwining your fingers. “And it’s not over yet.” You chuckled with a shake of your head. “Yes, I can do this all day.” He smirked when he quoted Captain America’s famous line. “C'mon,” he tugged on your hand and pulled you with him towards the house. “There’s a lot I want to show you.”

“Your letter said you were going to drop to your knee upon seeing me.” You reminded him teasingly, playfully poking his side. “It’s been ten minutes and my finger’s still pretty bare,” you said and he chuckled when you wiggled your left hand for him to see.

“Looks like someone is eager to be my fiancée,” he teased and you rolled your eyes with a smile. “Relax, okay? You’ll definitely have a ring on your finger before the end of the day, I just want to show you around the house first. Do you have your key?” He asked when you reached the front door.

“Of course I do,” you pulled out the key your dad has passed to you earlier. “The keychain was a very nice touch, Captain,” you complimented as you poked the key into the keyhole. You knew it was his way of reminding you how the two of you met.

“I thought so too.”

The door opened and the two of you stepped in; an immediate feeling of home was felt. Chris watched you as your eyes scanned the vicinity, smiling when you smiled. Upon entering the two story stonewall house, a long hallway greeted you; its plain white walls were decorated with photo frames filled with years and years of memories. On your left was the staircase leading upstairs to your three bedrooms and two bathrooms; on your right was the archway entrance to your cozy living room; and straight ahead, you’d find your kitchen/dining area with the breakfast bar, marble benches, and sun nook you’ve always wanted.

“Oh my God,” you breathed as your eyes welled with tears. “Chris-” you turned to him and he chuckled, wrapping you into a hug. “I love you,” you told him, wrapping your arms around him. “You’re amazing and this house is amazing and-” You tried hard to hold back your tears. “I’m so lucky,” you mumbled into his chest.

“So am I,” he kissed the top of your head. “Think you can hold it together until we finish the tour?” He asked, looking down at you as you looked up at him. “You’re more than welcomed to cry when I propose ‘cause I’m going to and I’d like the company.”

“Okay,” you chuckled softly.

He took your hand and showed you around downstairs first. The entire place was fully furnished with all your favorite designers: Kathy Kuo, Vivian Durant, APT2B, Global. The color schemes included all your favorites; Tiffany&Co teal being the most repeated color. The walls held frames that contained- not only photographs, certificates, and awards- but watercolors, prints, and quotes from your favorite Disney movies.

In the living room was a huge flatscreen with surround sound, though you loved watching TV- you knew that was more for Chris and his football games than you. Above the stone fireplace was an enlarged copy of the photograph you both loved from your first Christmas with Chris in Boston; you were kissing by the Christmas tree under the mistletoe when Scott snapped a candid photo, it encapsulated one of the best Christmases of your life in one shot. You smiled and pecked Chris on the cheek when you saw it; he smiled in response.

The two of you moved onto the kitchen where everything was as you’d always dreamed of. You were an actress by trade but if you weren’t, you would have become a pastry chef. You loved baking and having a kitchen like this was your one lifelong wish. The beige marble benches, the hardwood floor, the breakfast bar, the sun nook- it was as though Chris entered your mind to create what you’d been envisioning since you were fourteen.

“I nailed it, didn’t I?” Chris smiled at your smile.

“You did more than just nail it,” you nodded, smiling at him.

“Over there,” Chris grabbed you by the shoulders and turned you towards the grand piano in the corner of the room, “is where I’ll be when you’re working away in the kitchen. I know you’ve always wanted a live band playing whatever song you wanted, whenever you wanted.” You chuckled softly; the ideas you had as a kid. “As much as I want to hire a band to live with us so you can have that, I don’t think it’s realistic.”

“Neither,” you giggled with a shake of your head.

“That’s where I come in,” he smiled. “We’re lucky ‘cause I can play your two of your favorite instruments. The saxophone is still a work in progress, I’ll-” You cut him off, pressing your lips against his. “What was that for?” He asked when you pulled away.

“Everything,” you smiled. “I don’t know what I’ve done to deserve someone like you, Chris. With each passing second, you’re becoming more and more perfect. It’s getting to a point that I don’t think I can live up to you. How am I meant to top this? What am I going to do for your next birthday or our next anniversary or Christmas? Nothing I do will ever, ever come close to what you’ve done for me.”

“Are you serious?” He laughed when you nodded. “Y/N, shall I remind you of the amazing things you’ve done for me? When I was filming ‘Before We Go’ and you were on break, you gave up your downtime to come help me in New York pulling all nighters than you didn’t have to pull.”

“Yeah, but-”

“Do you remember when you took me to Disney World for my birthday? I don’t know how but you got the entire park to make it all about me that day, every show we went to- every ride we took, all the cast members and attendants wished me a happy birthday.”

“Well, it wasn’t-”

“You’ve never once missed an award show or premiere of mine, even if you’re working- you ask for time off to fly to wherever it is so you can be with me. You know I get nervous at those things and you don’t want me to be alone, even if that means risking your own career.” You smiled, no longer trying to minimize the importance of your actions because you knew Chris would just cut you off again. “You are always there for me when I need you to be, Y/N. No matter what, no matter when. Even if you can’t be physically there for me, you still make your love and support known. You love me unconditionally and- that is something not many people are capable of. So if you ask me, this is nothing compared to everything you’ve done and everything you do for me.”

“You’re making it really hard to hold it together,” you told him, wiping a tear away with your finger. He chuckled softly and pressed a kiss against your forehead before taking you upstairs to continue with the tour, saying he wanted to leave the backyard for last.

He took you to the master bedroom first where the two of you would sleep. Both the bedroom and the ensuite was simple and elegant, just the way you liked it. He then led you into the walk-in wardrobe with a small area specifically for you to do your hair and makeup. Like everything else, it was beautiful and perfect and tear-jerking because he just knew you all too well. The other two rooms he showed you, a bedroom for Olive and a nursery for your future child, reminded you why you fell in-love with him in the first place; his kindness, sweetness, gentleness, generosity, and paternal instincts. Before him, the only kid you loved was your sister; after him, you could add Ethan, Miles, and Stella to the list. Before him, the thought of being a mom scared you to death; after him, you wanted nothing more than to be the mother of his children.

“It’s perfect, Chris.”

“You should see the backyard,” he said and led you back downstairs.

Chris’ heart started to pound against his chest because the backyard was where everything was set up and where he was meant to propose. He was both nervous and excited because he was about to start a brand new life with the love of his life. He reached into his pocket to check the text that buzzed in his pocket five minutes ago. They were all ready, it was up to him now.

“Wait-” Chris stepped in front of you, stopping you before you moved the curtains blocking the sliding door that led to the backyard. “I just- I need you to close your eyes.” You chuckled and did as you were told, letting him take your hands. “Okay,” he moved the curtain aside and opened the door. “It’s a step here,” he told you and carefully led you. “It’s four steps here.” He glanced over his shoulder and smiled at everyone; both your friends and families that had flown in specially for the engagement. “Now open,” he said after giving Olive a thumbs up.

The song that you both loved, 'Say You Won’t Let Go’ by James Arthur came on as Chris descended to one knee in front of you. Tears welled in your eyes as you smiled at him before looking around to take in the vicinity. You’d started the day with the sun still bright in the sky and now it was slowly setting in the horizon. Fairy lights and candles lit the backyard up; rose petals scattered on the trimmed lawn; floating lanterns in the pool, all did its part to romanticize the situation. All your friends and families carried a single rose- ready to pass to you to make a bouquet- and a glass of champagne- ready to toast your new engagement.

“There are a million things I can tell you while I’m down on one knee,” Chris began and you returned your teary gaze to him; you tried not to cry at the sight of his glistening blue eyes. “But I don’t think I need to say anymore. You know better than anyone how much I love you and how ready I am to spend the rest of my life with you. So,” he took a deep breath and smiled as he lifted the lid of the box to reveal your ideal engagement ring, “Y/N Y/L/N. Will you marry me?”

“Yes,” you nodded.

The crowd behind the two of you cheered and clapped as Chris slipped the ring onto your finger. You helped him to his feet and threw your arms around him as you kissed him; he smiled against your lips. You both broke the kiss when fireworks went off, Chris laughed when you shook your head at him. He wrapped an arm around you and you leaned into him, pressing your left hand on his chest. Olive who was grinning happily at both of you, earned a smile from you and a wink from Chris. She gave both of you a thumbs up before running to join Ethan, Miles, and Stella.

“I love you,” Chris whispered into your ear.

“Tell me something I don’t know,” you smiled and kissed him again.

Kai Parker x Reader

word count : 2 878
summary : Y/N and Kai ‘borrow’ Damon’s car for a ride.

*not my gif

*the day before*

Kai & Y/N went out to a party at Whitmore and later on stopped by the bar.
Y/N had a little bit more to drink and ended up climbing on top of the bar , laughing and dancing like nobody’s watching, her skirt twirling around her hips. Kai couldn’t take his eyes off of her … same for the other boys at the bar and he hated it.
“Whoa !” she screamed , starting to lift her shirt over her head twirling it in the air above her head as some guy’s hands suddenly found their way on her hips.
Kai’s eyes widened , jealousy taking over and he muttered a spell , the guy choked and fell over the bar on the ground. He rushed towards her pushing everyone daring stand in his way. There was no way he’d let any of those boys touch her.
“Alright princess , time to take you home.” Kai said tossing her over his shoulders and heading towards the exit.
“What ? No ! Let’s take Damon’s car and go somewhere fun , just the two of us !” she said slurring her words a little.
There’s an idea… Kai thought.
He drove to her house. Carrying her in his hands as he climbed the stairs to her room letting her gently on top of it. Y/N’s was semi asleep , just as Kai was about to leave she grabbed his hand.
“Stay with me.” she mumbled. “I want you to stay with me.” she said pulling him on the bed next to her , her head on his chest. Y/N tried to say something else but quickly drifted off. Kai wrapped his hands around her and spent the rest of the night awake , watching her sleep.

* * *

The doorbell rang and Y/N rushed outstairs to open it. It was nearly 11pm and there was no doubt in her mind about who it was outside.
She opened the door and just as she had expected - Kai was there , hiding one of his hands behind his back.
“Hi.” Kai said smiling , a devilish spark in his eyes. “Wanna go for a midnight ride to some dangerous place with a vampire witch heretic and have fun?” he said , showing her what he was holding in the hand he was hiding.
She had expected to find Kai at her doorstep , what she hadn’t expected was to find the key’s for Damon’s camaro in Kai’s hands. Her eyes widened.
“N-now ?” she asked. “How did you even get those ?”
Kai stepped inside , putting his hand across her shoulders.
“Not important.” he said. “I’ll drive if you don’t want to.”
Y/N fought off the butterflies in her stomach , it happened every time Kai touched her and she was pretty sure he was doing it on purpose … tho she’d never complain about it because as much as it drove her crazy , she loved it when he did that.
“Kai , we shouldn’t do that … Damon would kill us.” Y/N said nervously.One thing was sure - when Damon found out his beloved camaro was gone , all hell would break lose and rain on them for sure.
“Let him try. I won’t let him lay a finger on you.” Kai said , a serious look on his face and he pulled her closer to him for a second before letting go and taking a step towards the door. “Come on. It will be fun!” he said , danging the keys to Damon’s camaro infront of Y/N’s eyes. “Plus it was your idea. Don’t tell me you are getting cold feet now ?”
Y/N shifted on her feet uncomfortably. It was true , taking Damon’s car for a ride without him knowing was her idea but she had been semi-drunk when she had suggested it and didn’t think Kai would actually approve let along steal the keys himself. Then again a midnight ride with Kai in the car with her , it sure was going to be a lot of fun. There was no way she’d back out now.
“Lets go for a ride.” she said with a mischivious look in her eyes , grabbing the keys from Kai’s hands and headed for the car.
Kai grinned. “Who’s dri-?
“I’m driving. Get in.” Y/N said interrupting him , Kai opened the door for the passenger seat and stood there for a moment looking at her. “What ? Are you afraid I might crash the car ? I know I’m a girl but I can drive…” she said.
“No , no … its not that.” he said still looking at her.
“Then what is ?” she asked stuck at the cardoor herself looking at Kai who shook his head smiling and got in the car. Y/N sighed and got in too. Whatever it was Kai was thinking , clearly he wasn’t going to tell her.
She put the keys in the ignition and started the car , steering the wheel to the left and heading down the road. Suddenly Kai’s hands were on her , pulling her seatbelt on and locking it.
Unreal. she thought. When was he going to figure out that when he is around , nothing scares her. Not even death itself. Every time they went for a drive somewhere , he’d always make sure she wears her seatbelt.
“Thanks…” she muttered glancing at him. “… but -”
“Not ‘but’. You might want to risk your life dying in a car crash , but I don’t want to risk your life.” Kai said , his eyes piercing on her as Y/N fought to keep hers on the road.
She couldn’t figure out why he cared so much , but was happy that he did. Kai was always super protective of her , but he didn’t treat her as if she was a porcellan doll. He still let her make her own decisions , stepping in when things go sideways.
Y/N turned on the radio , her favorite song starting to play just a few seconds later.
“OH I LOVE THIS SONG!” she said blasting the music loudly , her fingers turning the volume up when suddenly the button fell off in her hand , the radio stopping. “Damn it.” Y/N sighed and hit the radio with her palm and the radio turned itself on. “Finally !”
Kai chuckled. “Damon would not be happy about this…”
“Shut up and sing with me , please ?” she said with a pouty face making him laugh.
“So rude.” he said winking at her. “You know I’d say yes to pretty much everything you ask me to do.”
Y/N glanced at him. What does that mean ? she thought.

“Where is your car?” Stefan asked. “It’s not outside…”
Damon took a sip from his bourbon before turning towards his brother.
“I gave the keys to Kai.” he said , Stefan’s eyes widened at his answer.
“Whyy would yo-?”
“Because he asked and because he wants to know if Y/N has feelings for him too… Which of course she does.”
“Ah… OK. Aren’t you worried they might wreck your car ?” Stefan asked a little amused. “Or that they might … you know ?”
“Shut up Stefan.” Damon said looking at the clock and heading towards the door.

*somewhere on the roads outside Mystic Falls*

“That’s the best idea you’ve had.” Kai said laughing. Y/N laughed too. “Can you imagine Damon’s face right now?”
Suddenly Kai’s phone rang. DAMON said the called ID. Y/N caught a glimpse at his phone.
“Speaking of the Devil …” she said.
“Oops.” Kai said mockingly , before declining the call. Damon kept calling tho.. “That guy’s persistant.” Kai said finally picking up. “He-llo ?”
“Where is my car ?” Damon sounded angry.
“I don’t know what you are talking about…” Kai lied.
“Are you kidding me ?! You do realise I can hear the humming of my car’s engine , right ?”
Y/N laughed. She turned towards Kai not looking at all at the road ahead.
“We’ll give it back , Damon.” she said loudly “By the way , I think I might’ve broken your radio … sorry.”
Kai laughed and Y/N laughed , they were just having so much fun.
The prospect of Damon’s reaction when he had discovered his missing camaro was one of the reasons why Y/N had gotten the idea , tho at the moment she was starting to have doubts about how good that idea really was.
“Listen to me -” Damon started to say but Kai hung up before Damon could finish.
“I think he is upset about you breaking his radio …” Kai said serious for a split second before starting to laugh again making her laugh instantly too.

They kept on driving , laughing and talking. Y/N loved Kai’s laugh so much it could make all her life problems just go away. His smile was the literal sun… and a thought crept inside her mind about him being goneamaking her feel nervous.
What are we doing? she thought , fear creeping in.
She knew the risk of taking Damon’s car without his permission , she also knew what he is capable of. Y/N glanced at Kai who had stolen the keys. Damon’s rage will rain on Kai and not her and even if did - she didn’t care something might happen to her , all she cared about was Kai. Damon would have no problem hurting him. She felt the panic grow inside her and her breathing getting uneven. She tried to calm down but it didn’t help , keeping her eyes on the road didn’t help. Her mind was drowning in images and thoughts of what might happen to Kai when Damon gets his hands on him (because with Damon there was if).
Kai noticed the change in her heatbeat and put a hand on her shoulder scaring her a little and she had to spin the driving wheel hard to the right to avoid hitting a lamp post.
“Y/N? Are you OK?” he asked concerned , all color had drained off her face.
She took a deep breath and pulled over on the side of the road , her head in her hands resting on the steering wheel, taking in deep breaths. Kai rubbing her back.
“Have you eaten today ? What’s wrong?” he asked. “I think I have a chocolate bar somewhere …” he said rummaging through his pockets. “Y/N?”

Y/N took another deep breath and bounced back on the seat , her eyes closed and her head towards the car’s roof. Where did she even get that stupid idea ? Putting Kai in danger… She should never have mentioned it to him.
“I’m so stupid.” she whispered , her voice barely audiable but Kai heard her. She opened her eyes and turned towards him. He looked so worried it was breaking her heart. If something happened to Kai it would be her fault and she would never be able to forgive herself or be able to go on…
“Y/N , what are you talking about? You are not stupid , you are the smarte-” she didn’t let him finish , opened the door and got out of the car sitting on the grass a few steps away. Her hands on her temples rubbing them slightly.
Kai got out of the car and sat down next to her putting his arm around her shoulder but she pushed him off.
“Oh-kay.” he said , a note of hurt in his voice. “Are you going to tell me what this is about ? You were laughing and having a good time one moment and then the next …”
Y/N turned towards him , tears starting to gather in her eyelids.
“It’s Damon…he is going to find us and hurt you and I just … I can’t even…” she said pursing her lips together , blinking fast trying to push away the tears , one of them escaping and she wiped it away quickly. “It’s all my fault…”
Kai sighed.
“There is nothing for you to worry about. I won’t let Damon touch you , or even look at you. I’ll always protect you.” he said softly.
“It’s not me I am worried about, don’t you get it? When Damon retaliates and trust me he will , he will go after you. He knows you took his keys , he won’t give a damn about it all being my idea. Where did I even get that stupid idea from ?” she said getting up , taking a few steps ahead and walking back towards Kai who was still sitting on the ground. She fell silent for a moment and then started rambling again. “I am so stupid , why can’t I keep my mouth shut ?!… ”
“Hey , hey , hey … just breathe.” Kai said getting up , Y/N didn’t even seem to have heard him and he grabbed her shoulders making her look at him. She seemed to snap back to reality. “Listen to me - nothing is going to happen to you. Nothing is going to happen to me. OK?” Y/N nodded and he let go of her , putting his hands in his pockets. “Why are you so freaked out about my safety anyways? I’m a heretic , not that easy to hurt or kill…”
Y/N looked at him. When they had first met , she hadn’t been afraid of him like her friends have been… She had been afraid that she’d fall for him and her fears were correct. Somehow from the very beginning , Kai had found his way into her heart. All her friends always acted as if she was made out of porcellan , thinking they knew what’s best for her. Kai didn’t , not for one moment.
“Because I am in love with you !” she blurted out without thinking , her eyes widening.
Kai smiled. “You love me ?” he said.
Y/N couldn’t move or speak , she felt absolutely paralyzed. This evening had turned out completely different than what she had expected and now she was terrified that Kai would reject her and tell her their friendship is over. Her head was spinning and the world was starting to turn black around her , she felt her knees buckle and for a moment she lost her balance. Suddenly she felt Kai’s strong arms around her.
“Maybe you should lay down a little…” Kai said worried. Perhaps he had pushed it too far.
“No , no … I’m fine.” Y/N said her eyes meeting Kai’s , her breath getting stuck in her throat. “Kai , what I said .. before , I..”
“Did you mean it ?” he asked , a hopeful expression on his face.
“Yes.” she nodded and Kai smiled. Why is he smiling? “Oh wow ! What …what are you doing?” she asked laughing after Kai had literally swept her off her feet and was now carrying her to the car.
“Sweeping you off your feet , isn’t it clear?” he laughed. “We are just going to ditch the car somewhere close to the Salvatore’s for Damon to find and then … I am taking you home.”
Home? she thought and felt broken. Kai had smiled when she told him she loves him but he hasn’t said a word back about hiw he felt ..and now he was taking her home? He didn’t feel the same way about her , that must be it.
“I’m driving this time.” Kai said letting her gently down on the ground. and opened the door for her , waiting until she got in to close the door before whooshing to the other side and getting in himself. He turned towards her , she was starring ahead and of course Y/N hadn’t put her seatbelt again. He let out a quiet sigh and put it on for her again. She turned towards him and their eyes met , both of them freezing in place. Kai could hear her heart beating faster than it had been a few moments ago.
“You are my light in the darkness Y/N. ” he said with a small smile, his hand on her cheek pulling her face closer to his. Her eyes drifting between his eyes and his lips. He could hear her heartbeat getting faster with each passing second. “I think … I’m in love with you too.” he said , a second before his lips touched hers.

“Not. In. My. Car.” Damon’s voice snapped them back to reality , his timing the worst possible. “I am angry enough about you ‘stealing’ my car , you do not want to get me angrier , trust me.”
Y/N and Kai pulled away from each other.
“Borrowed.” Kai said. “We were going to give it back …”
“Just get out.” Damon said. “I missed my car.” he said reaching to pull Y/N out of the passanger’s seat but Kai rushed out and pushed him away , holding out his hand for Y/N , helping her out. Damon looked more irritated than angry now , pushing his way past them and getting in his car.
“You are lucky I am not in the mood to fight right now..” he said slamming the cardoor shut. “Looks like you got your answer , twirp.” he muttered before driving off.
Y/N and Kai stood on the side of the road watching Damon drive off still unable to believe how calmer he had reacted.
“W-what?” Y/N asked confused. What had Damon meant with that comment ?
Kai smirked and wrapped his arms around her. “Hold on tight. I am taking you home …” he said winking at her.
Something told Y/N that by ‘home’ , he didn’t mean her house and her heart skipped a beat.


MASTERLIST March / April 2017


AN: Heya! I hope you all are having a fantastic weekend! Thank you to the anon that requested this adorable imagine, I hope you like it! *I do not own the gif, found on google. Please ignore any spelling mistakes! Xoxoxo :3

Pairing: Pietro (AoU) X Reader

Prompt: Hi! Could you do a PietroxReader where Pietro is in love whit the reader but he’s so shy and nervous (and weird) around her that he can not even speak to her? Very fluff? Please? Thank you!!

((This is going to be in Pietro’s “POV”, just fyi))


“You Make My Heart Hurt”

“Everyone be nice.” Natasha stood in front of the group of Avengers with her hands on her hips. “I want everyone to make her feel welcomed.”

Pietro rolled his eyes. He didn’t understand why the Avengers needed the new recruit, they were just fine the way they were. Apparently, from what he had been told, she was human like Natasha yet she was very smart and could think her way out of any situation, making her a valuable asset to the team. Tony, who was welcoming her to the Avengers tower downstairs, and Bruce seemed the most excited, they had been saying for months how they wished that they had another scientific mind to compare notes to.

Tony stepped in to the room and quickly shut the door behind him. “Now, she is on the other side of this door, and when I open it you all will be nothing but nice, understand?”

“Why are you looking at me?” Pietro snapped when he saw that Tony’s eyes were watching him as he said it.

“Well, you aren’t always the type of person to keep your words to yourself. You have no filter.” Tony said.

“Look who’s talking.” Pietro mumbled, offended. “You don’t even know the meaning of the word ‘filter’.”

Tony scoffed and crossed his arms over his chest. “It’s what I put my coffee through.” Tony said in a playful tone.

“Enough you two!” Steve shouted, annoyed. “Would you just let the poor girl in already? I bet she’s wondering what’s going on.”

Tony’s eyes lit up like he had forgotten what the origin of the argument had been. He pointed a singer at Pietro. “Just watch your mouth.”

Pietro stuck his tongue out Tony as he turned his back to the young Avenger and opened the door, taking the girl’s hand and leading her into the room.

“Y/N, this is the team.” Tony said with a large smile as he gestured to everyone around her. Her eyes widened for a moment, seeing all of the Avengers in real life right in front of her was absolutely insane.

Pietro’s eyes also widened. She was, to put it mildly, beautiful. She was unique in every way and shape, and there was something about the way she carried herself and the smile spread across her face that made his heart jump into overdrive.

He watched her bite her lip and tuck her Y/H/C hair behind her ear as Thor and Steve walked up and shook her hand.

Pietro forgot how to breathe…or move. He was frozen in awe as he watched her lips move as she talked.

Y/N made her way around the room slowly, and finally made it to Wanda, who was too distracted with the newest recruit to pay attention to her brother’s chaotic emotions flying about.

“My name is Wanda.” She said, a smile forming over her crimson lips and she took Y/N’s hands and softly shook them. Pietro could tell that she was getting a good vibe from Y/N by the look on his sister’s face.

“It is such an honor meeting you.” Y/N said with an excited twinkle in her eyes. “I am a huge fan of yours.”

Wanda blushed a little and grinned like a little school girl, it wasn’t very often that the twins received such high praise. And, Wanda could see that she was completely genuine in her words. “I am looking foreword to working with you, just come to me if you need anything, okay?”

Y/N shook Wanda’s hands once more. “Of course!”

Y/N moved in front of Pietro with an equally as bright smile as she had had with his sister, her hand in front of her.

Pietro looked up at her and his heart practically stopped beating. She was so gorgeous up close, even more so than before. She wasn’t someone that he would expect to see as a model on a magazine, but that was part of the reason that he liked her so much. She was different, yet still equally as stunning.

She didn’t exactly fit society’s mold, and neither did he.

Pietro swallowed and reached up shook her hand with his shaking one.

“I’m Y/N.” She said in a friendly tone.

Pietro tried to open his mouth, but no words came out. Only a small squeak which he covered up with a fake cough. His cheeks were flaming.

Say something, idiot!

“My name…” Pietro said between short breaths. “ P-P-P–”

Seeing that he was clerkly struggling, she looked at him encouragingly and softly interrupted him. “Pietro, right?”

Pietro melted on the inside. She said his name, and it sounded perfect coming from her lips.

“R-right.” He mumbled. “That’s…my name.”

Wanda leaned over and nudged him in the ribs with a confused look on her face. At this point, all of the Avengers were watching him with expressions that mirrored his sister’s.

“Are you okay?” Y/N asked softly.

Pietro bit his lip to the point where it almost bled and wiped his sweaty hands on the thighs of his running pants.

“I’m fine.” Pietro mumbled out quickly in one breath. “Just fine.”

Then, Y/N did the worst thing that she could have done to him. She reached over and placed the palm of her hand over his forehead with a concerned look etched onto her beautiful face. The feeling of her skin on his made his insides turn to mush and his stomach turn. He was so nervous.

He wasn’t even embarrassed because the Avengers were watching him, he was focused purely on his proximity to him.

“Pietro, you are warm.” Y/N said with a worried tone.

Of course my forehead’s warm, my entire face feels like it’s on fire!

Pietro swallowed and looked up into her Y/E/C eyes. “I’m…fine…I swear…”

He felt the dull feeling of his sister reaching into his brain, picking through his emotions and trying to see what was going on. He knew she understood when he heard her giggle from next to him.

Slowly but surely, the other Avengers began to pick up on what was happening. Y/N was still, of course, oblivious to the real reasoning behind Pietro being tongue tied.

Tony walked up to Pietro and looped his arms over Pietro’s shoulders. “Don’t worry about him, I’ll just take him to the medical wing. No big deal, I’m sure they can take care of him and his…illness.”

Pietro sent daggers at Tony through his eyes.

Y/N bit her lip and nodded. “It was nice meeting you Pietro, I really hope you get better soon so I can talk to you a bit more. I would like to get to know you better.”

Pietro’s eyes widened at Y/N’s words. Now he feels like he might really puke.

Tony started to help him get up, and numbly his feet began to move with him.

No! Pietro screamed in his mind. I have to say SOMETHING to her! Anything!

Frantically, Pietro turned around. His mouth moved faster than his brain did.

“You make my heart hurt!”


Tony stopped moving and slapped his hands over his mouth, desperately trying to keep his laughs from escaping.

Pietro’s eyes widened when he realized what he had said, his cheeks were the color of tomatoes.

“I make…your heart hurt?” Y/N said slowly, trying to process what he had said. “Is that bad?”

Wanda giggled and climbed out of her seat and whispered something in Y/N’s ear, Y/N’s eyes lit up in surprise as Wanda explained what he twin meant.

Pietro was never, ever going to talk to Wanda again.

“Oh.” Y/N breathed. “You think…I’m cute?”

Pietro groaned and hung his head, now fully leaning on Tony’s shoulder.

“I’m ready to go to the medical wing now.” Pietro said, and Tony (who was now full on laughing) walked him down the hall while driving a hard nuggy into Pietro’s white hair.


Both Pietro and Tony turned around to see Y/N running after them. Pietro wished that the floor would just swallow him whole.

“Wait…” Y/N said whilst trying to catch her breath next to them. “If I could, I would really like to be the one to walk with Pietro. If, of course, he wants me to.”

Tony wiggled his eyebrows at Pietro, who just decided to ignore them and focus his attention on the beautiful girl in front of him.

“I would…love that.” Pietro said choppily, then sucked in a breath and repeated it with a smoother tone. “I would love that.”

((Sorry that it was short, but I made sure to add lots of fluffy Pietro so I hope you all liked it!))



You still had cuffs on your wrists and a paramedic was using a dremel tool to saw them off, shaking his head the whole time and sighing when they were finally off, observing the black bruises left on your skin. “I’m going to get the bus ready and we’ll head to the hospital, alright?” he was talking more to Spencer but both of you nodded.

“Y/N,” Spencer Reid spoke to you softly. “Y/N, I need to ask you a couple questions.” he told you but they were in the process of rolling Logan out of the ground on a gernie and you couldn’t focus. Spencer’s hand fell on top of yours as he looked at you . 

“Is he dead?” you asked. Spencer’s head fell and he licked his lips before he looked back up at you with honey colored eyes that reminded you of Logan’s in a way. 

“Y/N, he lost a lot of blood…” he knew what you were thinking but Spencer’s rescue had given you hope. Logan was in a different ambulance than you and he was being raced away, leaving, disappearing into the evergreens. The paramedics were taking their time closing Spencer and you up in the back of your ambulance. Spencer sat beside you and you hadn’t realized until half way to the hospital how hard you were squeezing his hand. 

“I’m sorry…” you pulled your hand away. “I-I…” the situation was beginning to become too surreal. Your vision started to blur as your skin felt like it was burning off your bones but you were shivering, freezing. 

“Y/N?” Spencer grabbed your shoulder and pulled you up, keeping you from falling into the floor. 

“I think she’s going into shock.” the paramedic reported and told the driver to step on it. You hyper-focused on Spencer’s eyes and realized that they weren’t like Logan’s at all. Logan’s eyes were dark and mischievous, full of lust and unpredictability. Spencer’s eyes… Spencer’s eyes were safe and warm, they were inviting you into him, you could teach yourself to trust those eyes, those honey brown eyes. 

“Y/N, you need to breathe.” 

“Lay down.” the paramedic ordered and Spencer lowered you back on the gernie you’d been sitting on. The medic slipped a mask over your face and Spencer started to step back but you reached out for him again and he didn’t hesitate to take your hand. He knew what was happening. You hadn’t let go of him since the medic had sawed the cuffs off your wrists. Transference was occurring and the only reason you wanted him holding your hand was because he was the one to free you. You couldn’t actually like him… Or… could you? Even in your current state, he though you were beautiful. He admired how much you care about your best friend, not even worrying about yourself. And he knew you were smart, he’d done his homework on you. You were abnormally intelligent. You were a good person and Spencer’s heart broke to think that you’d live with what had happened over the past few nights for the rest of your life. 

Spencer was pulled out of his daze when your body started shaking violently on the gernie and your eyes rolled back. Without having to be told, Spencer held your arms down while the medic gave you a shot to calm your muscles and your rapid movements slowed until you were still. 

Spencer tucked some hair behind his ear that had fallen when he jerked himself up to help you but he sat back down. He looked at your hand for a moment before he made a dome over it with his own. 

When you got to the hospital, you were wheeled to a room of your own where you could stay. A nurse stitched a gash on your head while you lay unconscious in your bed and Spencer sat beside you. There was a doctor in after the nurse, who looked like he was too tired to care about what happened to you. 

Hotch arrived at the hospital shortly after you and Spencer. You’d been hooked into an IV and given something to help you sleep so Spencer slipped into the hall to walk with his boss. 

“The man that was with her didn’t make it..” Hotch told Spencer, guiding him down the hall. 

“Did you get him?” he asked, his heart dropping when Hotch didn’t answer for a minute. 

“He got away in the river.” the raven haired man answered. “How is Y/N?” 

“Really tired.” Spencer said. “I don’t think Charles fed Y/N  or Logan the whole time he was keeping them there, he drugged and beat both of them but Y/N doen’t seem to realize how long he really held them there.” 

“What do you mean?” 

“In the ambulance, Y/N was exhibiting signs of severe shock and amnesia and asked me if Logan was okay even though he’d been dead for days.” 

“You need to stay with in the room with Y/N. Morgan is going to be there too in case Charles comes-” a quiet alarm sounded from your room that sounded like flat line and Hotch and Spencer were the first to get to you. 

When they opened your door, they saw you trying to stand and Spencer and Hotch rushed to you, knowing that you wouldn’t be able to stand on all the medication you’d been given. Both thought they were too late but to their surprise,you stood, holding onto your IV stand. 

“Lo-Lo…” you nearly vomited before you regain a whisper of composure. “I need to see him, Spencer…” you breathed. “I have to find him. 

“Y/N…” he shook his head, his eyes becoming so sad and you knew. 

“No…” you stumbled backwards. “No…” 

“I’m sorry, Y/N.” 

You moaned loudly, a deep, mournful howl in the back of your throat and you didn’t care about standing up anymore. Both men grabbed one of your arms to prevent you from falling onto the tile floor. Nurses were gathering at the door, watching the scene unfold like they had nothing better to do.  

“Give her something for the pain, please.” Hotch said, annoyed with the crowd. 

One small woman slipped inside and got into the small cabinet with her key to find something to hook into you to make you fall asleep. Hotch left the room when the nurse did but Spencer stayed. 

“He can’t be gone…” you whined hoarsely, the medication instantly making you sleepy. “He was all I had.” 

“That can’t be true.” 

“It is… I work at a cafe, Spencer. I have a Master’s degree in Psychology and I work at a cafe… I live in a tiny apartment and the only reason I had to live is gone. He’s gone.” 

“What about your family?” Spencer was beginning to become hoarse himself, holding back tears. 

“He was my family.” you coughed. “I wish he’d killed me…” you whispered before you fell into a deep sleep. 


Kissing under mistletoe
Harry styles imagine
Where y/n meets harry at a Christmas party
“No Noel, I’m not coming, there will be tons of celebrities there and I’m what? Just a college student who working two shifts to pay her apartment payments” I change channels looking for a good tv show
“So what? You’ll go with me and maybe meet a celebrity ” she’s insisting on me follow her to that Christmas party, Noel is my friend but we can’t close our eyes on the truth that she’s a spoiled little girl with a wealthy family whose invited to a Christmas party and not a normal party.
“Please y/n , I don’t want to be alone out there, what you gonna lose anyway?” She’s right, what I’m gonna lose? So I smiled at her “just this one time” she jumps up and down “you’re the best, c'mon, I brought you a dress” she runs to my bedroom. I just sigh.

After two hours getting ready now we’re out side of two large golden door. Lots of paparazzi with big cameras are waiting there for a celebrity. what are you saying y/n, of course they’re not waiting for you obviously, I roll my eyes at myself, I don’t know but sometimes I wish I have a good voice, maybe become a singer and have better life. But If I was lucky enough at least I could’ve been born in a wealthier family. Then I could’ve had a better life not working my ass to pay for my college and that small apartment.

We walked in hall, exactly opposite of what I thought here is so bright and decorated with cheeky Christmas trees and stuff like that. everyone are dressing casually, like us?!
My dress is a long golden dress that’s tight around my waist, it’s not too long neither too short
“Oh god here is so hot” Noel said , I looked around the room knowing some of the singers and actors but not really interested. They’re just human like us and they’re so selfish as well because of what they’re doing. I hate those people who don’t know what’s life, while they’re enjoying their time . The only time they’ll get the idea of our lives is when they play a role in movies as poor people.
“Down to earth"Noel shakes her hand in front of my face “what?” I totally get lost in my thoughts “I said do you want a drink? And I said it three times ” she rolled her eyes “sorry I was deep in thoughts” she takes my hand “so there’s a reason to get loose tonight” she pulled me toward bar “no Noel I’m not drinking” I don’t like drinking “yes you do because I’m saying, it’s Christmas y/n don’t be so tight , have little fun” I sigh. There’s no chance in protesting, she gonna do what she wants and makes me do too.
“Two shots please” she told bartender as he eyes her and she shoot the best and sexiest smile ever to his way. Typical Noel.

I look around the hall again. In the corner of room there’s a group of people hanging around and drinking champagne but the only thing that gets my attention is a man sitting in center of group looking at them as they talking, his eyes are the best green I’ve ever seen. His eyes gets crinkles as he laughs, his long curly brown hair is floating in air and he pulled it back time to time, he’s wearing a red sweater that fits him perfectly. I wonder who is he

“He’s styles, harry styles, do you ever heard of one direction?” Noel said like she reads my mind. I shake my head without breaking my stare at him “the biggest boy band, I wonder why you don’t know them” she mocked me. I barely listen to music, hardly have time for myself in a day and then I’m too tired to even keep my eyes open let alone do something else.

His eyes fell on mine in distance, I turned around blushing, I don’t know why I’m blushing this hard because he cough me staring, Noel stands up “c'mon let’s dance” I shake my head as no, I’m not a good dancer if you could count swaying your feets back and forth a dance. And Noel knows this better “ok then I’m on dance floor if you needed me” she said and I nod at her, “there’s some hot guy if you’re interested” she whimpers before leaving.

I’m playing with drink in my hand thinking about tomorrow ,I have a day off and I don’t know what to do with it, I mean I don’t have anything special to do anyway. Maybe just watching tv and stuff.
I look at the curly boy again, but I can’t see him, I turned in my seat to get a better look of where the group is but no he’s no where to be seen. I don’t know why I’m so disappointed
“Are you looking for someone?” A husky voice makes me jump, I clutch my chest where my heart is , turning around greeting with a pair of green green eyes.

He smirked “sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you” I shake my head “it’s ok” he smiled as his dimples fall out. I stare at him hypnotized by his beauty. There’s a song I heard in taxi the other day, those days I was so depressed, moving out of my childhood house not by my choice, was the hardest thing ever , and that song makes my heart ache. I don’t know is it the reason or the song was awesome because I can remember the lyrics so damn well “green eyes” , his eyes are just like that song “green eyes”.

“I’m harry, by the way” he take his hand out, I take his in mine “y/n” I said out of breath, because of him I forgot how to breathe. Why someone could have this effect on me?

“Beautiful name” he said with his thick British accent “thank you” I don’t know what to say anymore. I want to stare at him till morning but I take my hand out and stare at my untouched drink playing with straw. “You don’t drink?” I shake my head at his question “well that’s interesting ” I look at him, he’s still smiling at me. I wonder why he’s interested in me. I mean I’m not a beautiful girl, even far from it, I’m slender but that’s not because I’m working out or something. He may only wants to get in my pants. I’m not bad for a shag.
I sigh “you know I’m not one of those girls” I suddenly state, don’t know why ,maybe I’m betrayed by my own thoughts. He look at me confused “which girls?” He asked his eyes don’t leave mine a second “I’m not those one night stand girls. I mean I’m not even into sleeping with any strangers so if you want to just …” he cuts me “wait wait, who said I want to sleep with you” he has a funny look on his face “so why you’re talking with me?” He laughs “why shouldn’t I?” I shrugged, I’m just overthinking everything “sorry” he patted my back “it’s ok”
I stare at my drink while his hand is resting on my back “I didn’t see you around , what you doing?” He asked , I don’t know should I tell him truth or let him think highly of me , I’m not gonna see him after tonight so why lying , even if he want to judge me I will not lose anything “I’m a waiter at restaurants and working at a bookstore as well, actually I’m here with my friend” I point to my back where Noel left.

He didn’t change the way he’s looking at me and make me wonder what he’s thinking right now “that’s fantastic, I was working at a bakery as well, it was the best. I’m smiling whenever I’m thinking about those times so I can say that was one of my favorite works” I look at him confused “were you? I thought Noel said you’re a singer” this time I look at him funny, he laughs and god his laugh and the way his lips move , he’s a masterpiece “well I didn’t born a singer love” oh.

“Sorry” I said, I’m just a fool. “Don’t be ” he moves his hand up and down my back “so tell me about yourself ” he said ordering a drink for himself, I think a moment “nothing special about me ” “sure there should be, let’s start with your favorite color ” I think a moment, “I know it’s strange but I’m really into grey ” “your favorite food?” He asked again? I don’t know why he’s asking but there’s no harm in answering him, there’s not lots of people who wants to know me “I have a special passion for pasta” he smiled “see there’s lots of special things about you” I stare at him as he locked his eyes on me , he leaned closer and I find myself leaning closer. I know it’s wrong but I don’t know why ? He takes my hand “come with me” he suddenly pulls away and holds my hand pulling me somewhere, “where we’re going?” He didn’t answer just makes me follow him. His grip on my wrist is so soft and gentle and strangely I’m not worry about where he’s taking me , he suddenly stopped, I almost hit his back , he turned back facing me smiling, I smile back , he motioned up and when I looked up I saw lots of mistletoes , I look at his wild eyes that are lock on my lips “it’s cheeky but let’s kiss under mistletoe” I smirk and feel his lips crush on mine passionately and softly, I can feel fireworks in my belly or what? Butterflies? I wonder why.

He hold my face in his hand and I run my hand in his hair, he pulls me closer as we kiss , finally he pulled away , “well y/n , can I take you to a really good Italian restaurant that I know tomorrow?” He asked as his finger running on my cheek “I don’t know, only if you guarantees they have good pastas ” he hold my waist tighter “I don’t know about pastas but I’ll make sure they hang some mistletoe on our table” he eyes me carefully waiting for my answer, I nod my head as his lips moved up again “good” “good” his lips crashed on mine again this is the only and the best Christmas party I ever attended. Or better say the best Christmas I ever had.

A/n: hope you enjoyed, send me your requests. Xx

He Fucks You So Good You Cry - Requested Pref. x


The window is wide open and letting in that sweet Summer air, the kind that tastes like lilacs and sunscreen. The sun is just falling behind the mountains that close up your small town, the alcohol sticky on your lips. Luke walked you into the bedroom, your feet on top of his, hands clutching his elbows. It’s all giggles and clothing hitting the floor before he has you face down, ass up in the air. Arms reaching as far as they can, with the ache and all. Pearl colored knuckles tighten around the fleshiest part of your ass, slapping and pushing you on and off his red, dripping cock.

“Oh honey, oh honey,” You’re whining into the cream colored cotton sheets. Fingers twisting like the blades of the ceiling fan above you, keeping your sweat drenched skin cool.

And the thing about Luke’s cock is that it’s so fucking thick. The first time you let him fuck you the sensation of being so positively full sent you to a whole new place. And the screams that bristled up a crimson blush to your chest blossomed to the color of ruby. A cut on the crease of your hand from a rose and its thorns. You knew Luke Hemmings was the only man that would make you writhe and squirm in sheer, unadulterated pleasure. And you felt it coming on again, that vibrant palette exploding into a rainbow.

"Baby! Oh fucking hell…shit.” The skin around your eyes was slick with sweat, which, props to your man, making you perspire at the fucking eyes. His cock was so gorgeously hard and quick, pounding you like he was about to flip you over and put a ring on it any second. You only give it your all like this when you’re sure you belong to someone. His brow is glistening, blonde hair looking brunette with his sweat making it stick to his temples and forehead. Luke’s hips are so damn athletic, snapping up just so, the tip hooking inside of your walls. It drags across your g-spot. Such a dear, talented young man, Luke is.

"Luke!” You scream into the air, surely jarring a flock of lazy pigeons off a telephone wire on your hazy street. The moisture by your eyes is still there, but now welcomes the wetness circling your pupils. They are truly blown out to the eternal dusk of space and whatever’s after that. You feel the drop hit your forearm, perched beneath you, holding you up shakily. A splatter of something salty, you lick a stripe up your arm. It’s not sweat. It’s a tear, and there are more culminating up where you see.

“Oh, wait. Y/n…Are you okay?” Luke stops his movements immediately, seeing your wet profile.

“Oh my god don’t stop, Luke. I’m good. So f-fucking good,” you blurted, a bubble of spit popping into the sheets. “You just. Luke dammit, you’re fucking me so good I’m crying.”

Luke blinks at you and you’re counting the breaths he takes. Waiting, needing.

You finally reach back and clasp both hands around his wrists, having to contort your back a bit but he was your man. “For the love of god, Luke…fuck your baby girl hard. Right…now.”

And Luke could never say no to you. He was your big, strong, brave man. You his baby girl. He could reach the cabinet above the fridge to get the dog food and loved doing the laundry. He always lost tickle fights and always, always….fucked you like tomorrow was armageddon.

Bring on the tissues.


So Calum liked watching himself slide in and out of you, a lot. The flushed pink of his tip only peeking out for a second before being buried back into your pussy. His smooth cock warming at the hot rub of your body.

"I love seeing us, our bodies, connect.” That was how Cal had put it, right before he put it all on you and watched the breath from your throat fog up the bathroom mirror.

That’s why tonight, on Calum’s birthday, you had him flat on his back. Your hands were curved on his shins, back arched. Hips rolling and bouncing, taking turns on each sugary movement. You were riding him in reverse cowgirl, the slam of your ass on his hips echoing a clap throughout the apartment. Calum was straining his neck to watch and not miss one fucking second.

"Oh god…oh god…oh god…” You knew you were whimpering, moans so drawn out you might’ve been singing. In any case, this all felt so amazing, you felt a tug at your chest. Like…deep inside to that place you only visited when you were supposed to be falling asleep. Like a dream. Calum’s long, firm cock was so drenched in each of your own heady desperation it had you awake and dreaming.

You swiped your tongue across the raspberry of your lips, eyes closed. Hands flexing on your boyfriends knee caps, your own digging into the mattress to pick up the pace of your hips. His throbbing dick filled you out like it was the only place he could feel at home. Calum knew he wasn’t himself until he was sunk into his girl, hopelessly invisible and lost in your pussy. His pussy.

"All mine,” He growled; your eyes opened to crescent moons, seeing his gleaming white teeth bite into his lip. Those blazing caramel eyes were all on your ass, massive hands spreading your cheeks to catch a look at your sex spreading open to take him in. He was knocked aback by it, the two of you gyrating into the other to make this feeling.

“Like it daddy? Huh? Looks good?” You asked breathlessly, gasping for more. You giggle at his furrowed brows, biting your own lip now. Your boyfriend peered up at you and bared his thick neck, mouth wide open.

“Looks delicious, my beautiful girl. Good enough to eat.”

That has you spiraling into the coiled up bit of drug in your abdomen, right where you feel Calum. Calum is thrusting up and meeting you with very bounce of your hips. He’s so impossibly deep you don’t believe anything is out of reach, not with your man in the pit of your stomach and throbbing for you. All for you. You might cry.

The mirror right opposite to the bed reveals that your body is molded perfectly to Calum’s like a sticky conditioner pouring down the drain. Your tacky sweat blending so each scent can only be defined as “both.” It shows you that you are crying. You could’ve shouted and nashed your teeth in the pleasure. You could’ve cried and you did.

“Cal baby, oh fuck Cal…” You groaned, shoving your hips down hard and sitting on his cock, staying there. Calum gasped at that, throwing his fists above his face and clamping his eyelids shut fast. But he sat up to look at both of you, your ass perched upon his hips perfectly, hips rubbing and feeling him as deep as you could. He then saw the tears streaming down your face.

“Hey…are you…crying?” Cal asked so gently, so fucking gentle. As always…that was your Cal. You only choked out a laugh at how happy that made you, how good you were feeling and he saw it. He nodded only after you did, that communication as silent as it was meaningful and telling. You knew your Cal and he knew his baby.

You came rubbing your clit against the little soft spot below his navel, Calum shaking with his orgasm, the ropes of his white hot load lighting you up, unreachable.

Damn did your reflections look fine.


The secrets the city had to tell were blaring through the clean glass of the floor the ceiling windows in the hotel room. Car horns honking, music flapping it’s wings through the smoggy sky to get to its neighboring houses. Glittering lights demanding the attention of the people in its precious city. You and Michael were checked into the penthouse suite, on a much needed vacation. Goodbye with tour and hello to December and all it’s fuzzy frigidity.

Michael had enough of just looking and whispering those filthy things into your ear, glueing you to the plush carpet of the living room as soon as the door was locked. You two were so high up you felt the sway of the skyscraper, kissing the shoulders of those surrounding. His lips pursed on your collarbones and his cock was leaving a wet trail across your chest and stomach, dragging.

“You’re so wet,” You tell him. purring around the taste he left on your tongue.

“You sucked me off so good, my dick’s fucking sobbing,” Michael chuckled, that rasp wrecking your panties.

“Babe!” You laughed hard, swatting his chest. He just closed his eyes like he always did when he was blissfully giggly. And that….that was all you’d ever know how to remember when the word “heaven” was tossed your way.

And Michael rubbed his thick cock right against your slit, up to your clit and down your folds. One hand braced against the bottom of his stomach, the other guiding his erection across you. The slick sounds filled your ears, a building beat right before the electrifying chorus of a song. One that people lost their minds to, grinding in the dark club, drinks flowing through their veins. Endorphins seeped through the pores at your hips, dewy and prickled with anticipation. Your chest was sparked with the friction of Michael’s cock back and forth. Up and down. His tip nudging inside a millimeter and then driving home, all the fucking way.

“Nngh, oh Michael…” You growled, biting down on each syllable as your sex is set on fire. The hilt is met with Michael’s pulsating tip, pre come leaking at a fevered temperature. You could faint.

And then he helps your legs around him, on either side of his hips, hands under your knees. He was always so good at rolling his hips, his full and curvy hips you loved to chew on and leave all spit covered and red. Yours. Michael supplied a torturously slow roll, your pussy buzzing with satisfaction. Your boyfriend was so deep inside of you, you could feel the beat of his cock thumping up to your ribcage. Felt his fingernails press little smileys into your skin. His soft pubic hair tickling the inside of your thighs. Felt a tear roll down the curve of your cheekbone and cut down your throat.

"M-Michael, so good. So good everywhere!” You shouted out as your fist landed on the soft carpet, head thrown to the other side. Michael’s breathing was shallow and his hips were as deep as could be, undulating at a curve so right you bit the edge of your nail clean off. Michael’s thumb came to rub flat against the tears staining your neck.

“Kitten…my kitten…” Michael muttered, leaning forward to press kisses to each cheek and eyelid. Down to your wet neck, drinking in the saltiness. His calm caresses were intersected by the sideways thrusts of his hips, sharp and hitting you exactly where you needed him. “You’re perfect, god…never change kitten.”

Michael pulled out of you only to rub his rock hard cock, so fucking wet, against your clit. Your body jerked, curling up to get around him. The pads of your fingers crawling across his broad back. “Ah! Baby!” Your voice is bracketed by sobs of ecstasy. Close. Michael pressed his dick down harder, heavy breathing and clenched stomach.

Coming together, you’re so worked up, squirting around his throbbing cock as he shoots his cum along your chest.

“Best….vacation…..ever. I had you sobbing.”

“Shut up Mikey.”

But you’re smiling so wide.


Your boy was getting cocky. Ash was pushing his chest into yours, shoulders so broad, enveloping you without having to curl into themselves. He was giggling with a shit eating grin spread across that handsome face, that strong cut jaw. Carrying the laundry basket on one hip, his free arm wrapped around your waist, tugging you in. His blonde curls were a sweet froth in the Sunday morning sunshine beaming through the blinds. Warm against your bare back, only in your bra.

“I love laundry day. I gotta say…seeing you walk around the house in nothing but panties and a bra makes me wanna dirty all your clothes,” Ashton says, dumping the contents of the basket into the machine unceremoniously. You roll your eyes at him, feeling the heart cut diamond of the engagement ring press into the small of your back. Hands behind you as you lean into the dryer.

"Come on, it’s just more convenient this way. I feel free and less stressed without the clothes on. Besides…just you and me ey?” You smirked at your approaching fiancé, his hips lining up with yours as his arm reached to turn on the dryer. His mouth inches away from yours.

“More convenient for what, my beautiful girl?”

Ashton had you sat on the dryer, legs spread wide, machine vibrating fervently beneath you. He was between your quivering legs, just leaking for him. Those long fingers and muscular forearms working your thighs, rubbing out moans.

"Gonna be my wife,” Ashton growls into your ear, biting around the shell of it and sucking on the lobe. His hands then shoved your lower back towards him, sending your wet sex into the front of his boxers. “Yes!” You yelp before tugging the waistband of his underwear down, thumbs hooked in.

"My husband…” You’re searching for breath and giving it out all in the same place, at Ashton’s chest. Mouth opening and closing, eyes fluttering between looking for every detail and succumbing to blindness. The scent of his cologne wafting off his sweaty skin. You run your tongue along from his left to right nipple, eliciting groans from your man. And that was the very thing…he was your man. Was gonna be standing at that big white altar adorned with your favorite flowers. In that suit and tie, vows written on binder paper between those shaking fingers.

Lifting his fingers to your mouth and sucking, you felt the tears pin-prick your lashes, loving this and him so much. Your tongue lapped at his nails, past the first knuckle all the way down. Massaging the underside of his digits, feeling them flex inside. Moaning around them, you peeked up at him sticking his massive cock into you.

The rocking dryer only gets knocked more as he fucks you into full on tears now. His face is buried in your neck, gasping out his “I love you’s” and “My princess.” His fingers stay in your groaning and whimpering mouth by your demands. You loved his hands. Loved em’ to death.

It’s when he feels just how wet your cheeks are against his forehead that Ash looks up. His hair is so adorably messed up and knotted from your fingers. The hazel of his eyes is momentarily clouded with concern. Overwhelmingly so.

“Hey…hey princess…y/n. Talk to me. Are you okay?” He cups your face so gently you feel like a china doll just set onto the shelf, polished and expensive. “Ash, baby. It’s just so incredible and I love you so much…”

Ash’s face starts to turn from worried to relieved. Then touched and tender. Always tender. There’s undeniable hunger there; you know it’s mirrored on your face as well. “Your cock is so fucking amazing Ash, god I love it. Love you.”

You nuzzle into him, wrapping all of yourself around his body. Lips falling onto his and against his neck, delving in. Into what’s yours.

“I love you too, my gorgeous girl.” Ash is nosing at your temple, fucking you slow and deep. The beep of the machine tells you the laundry is almost ready.

His huge cock is pressed to your g-spot, your teeth planted into his collarbone. You both cum together, loving each other to death.

For as long as you both shall live.