this was nearly impossible to gif

so @joliemariella went and made this amazing freaking picture and has been telling me about this adorable little-mermaid-based au idea of hers and my hand slipped for several, several hours, oh dear.

Date Night.

Request: Charlie picks up his wife at the hotel bar

A/N: ya’ll wanted smutty Hunnam, you got him.

Words: 3312

Dating is surprisingly easy for you.

Could it be that you have been subjected to so many terrible dates that you can spot a bad one from a mile away? Or maybe you just attract bad men like moths to a light. You can only count the number of semi-decent dates you’ve had on one hand. Although it’s been three years since your last date, you can’t find a single strand of nervousness as you sit at the bar.

Are you slightly uncomfortable? Yes. But nervous? No.

Though that might stem from the three empty glasses you’ve already traded out with the young bartender.

You keep your posture straight as you analyze your reflection in the mirror behind the bar.

You had quickly changed after your flight, changing out your jeans and hoodie for something a bit…sexier. It was a necessary action if you planned on meeting your one goal for the evening: leave with a man.

Correction. You plan on leaving with a decent man tonight.

You didn’t bother doing much to your hair. The dress is simple and black. You know your friend would have encouraged you to dress up a little more, but would at least applaud the form fitting dress.

“Need a refill, Miss?”

Meeting the eyes of the bartender, you find yourself wondering if he thinks four drinks is your limit.

His bright green eyes scan your face before drifting down to the front of your dress. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were trying to get me drunk.”

Noting the rising eyebrow and the smile on his lips, you shake your head.

“I just figured you might need something to keep you company until your boyfriend shows up.”

It is a statement most people are subjected to at some point in their lives. The lack of a wedding ring surely should be enough to divert the mentioning of a boyfriend or husband. But being as he had watched you shoot down three different men in the past hour, maybe he had his hopes up.

“No boyfriend,” you sigh, the smile on his face growing at your admission.

“That’s too bad. Might lead to a lonely night.”

You let off a soft shrug as your attention drifts to the mirror behind the bar. “We’ll see.”

You see him before you hear him.

A man that sends a heat so powerful across your skin, you find your posture straightening in your seat to hide the instinctive arching of your back. His reflection can’t surely do him justice, you find yourself thinking as you watch him reach up to scratch at his beard.  

The navy blue suit he wears compliment his inquisitive eyes. They scan those seated along the bar before resting on you.

You let your gaze focus on the nearly empty glass before you as the seat alongside you is pulled from beneath the bar. You follow the path of the olive circling the bottom of the glass as you guide it along with the thin black straw in your hand.

“Excuse me, Miss.” The sound of his voice is nearly enough temptation to refocus your gaze. “Is this seat taken?”

You take a soft breath as you mull over the question you’ve been asked nearly twenty times tonight. Instinctively you shrug in response earning you an arched brow. You wait until you are certain your heart can remain under control before turning to face him.

“…it depends…”

Raising his brow, the man clears his throat. “On?”

You take a moment to ponder his question, part of you wondering if you actually had a response.

“Why you want it?”

The smile you bring out in response causes you to rest your chin in your hand. You allow his cerulean eyes to study your face, your mind buzzing as you wonder what is passing through his.

“Just looking for a bit of company for a few hours.”

Your brow furrows as you watch him leave it at that. Instead of taking the opportunity to assess your response to his admission, he directs his attention to the bartender.

“I’ll take a whiskey on the rocks.”

Taking a sip of his drink, once he receives it, he points his glass towards where his eyes already set.

“Mmm,” shifting in his seat, Charlie watches as you fish the olive from the bottom of your glass. “What’s a beautiful young lady, such as yourself, doing out without a wedding ring?”

Lifting your hand you take a moment to admire it as you chew on the olive. Offering him your hand, you smile as he accepts it.


“Nice to meet you, Y/N. I’m Charles.”

“Charles,” you repeat, earning you a nod. The soft kiss which brushes against the knuckle of your index finger is enough to grant him the giggle he is hoping for. But you slip your hand out of his touch before he can get any bright ideas. “And what is it you do Charlie? Apart from picking up single women at a bar?”

You watch as the corners of Charlie’s mouth twitch. “I like to…entertain people.”

“Mmm,” biting your lip, you can’t deny those bright blue eyes a smile. “Entertain…like…an escort?”

Charlie’s brow rose, the twitch of his lips bringing a heat across your skin. The heat spreads across your thighs as your eyes follow his tongue on its course over his lips. Taking a sip of his whiskey, he waits until he meets your gaze to speak.

“Will it be easier for me to leave with you if I were?”

Charlie studies your face as his question resonates in the air between you. He studies how your teeth toy with your bottom lip, the slight furrow of your brow making him smile. “I’m gonna say…yes.”

“Really?” he chuckles, the slight look of disbelief on his face somehow leaving you a tiny bit offended.

“Is that surprising to you?”

“Just a little.” Charlie’s response is accompanied by a light shrug of his shoulders.

“Only because I’ve never done anything like that before.”

“I guess my luck’s running out,” Charlie smiles as you push your empty glass to the side. “I’ve acted in a few things…here and there…”

“Mmmm, that’s too bad,” you giggle. “I’m sure you’d have a lot of tricks up your sleeve from all your experience if you had decided to take the former route.”

You’re watching him drink, your chin resting in your hand, as his eyes study you.

“Did I lose my chance?” He asks quietly.

Maybe its the mix of the alcohol, or the noise surrounding you that have pushed your bodies closer, but it’s not until his fingers brush against your cheek that you realize how much your body has betrayed you. With his right leg resting between yours, his fingers sending heat across your skin as they brush your hair from your eyes, you suddenly realize how easy it would be to kiss him.  

The moment his touch is gone the heat clouding your judgment allows you to remember he had asked you a question. The smirk on his lips lets is the only indication your lack of an answer has not gone unnoticed.


“Then let’s get outta here.” His voice is deep, shivers running through you as reaches inside his jacket to retrieve his wallet. Your body can already tell what’s in store for it as you stand. A simple act of leaving a bill on the bar top eliminated any remaining distance between your bodies.

With your heels, you still fall a few inches short of his lips, yet they are the only thing you can think of. Your fingers instinctively tug against his loosely hanging tie pulling him closer.

You let your weight rest back against your heels. You want to kiss him. Part of you knows if you let this man kiss you neither of you might remain decent for too long. Charlie bites his bottom lip as he watches your eyes become transfixed on it. He grazes his fingertips over your hip, tracing the outline until the tingles beneath the fabric have drifted between your thighs.

“I don’t like the attention you’re getting in this dress.”

The soft admission sends a rush of heat across your cheeks, but it’s the lingering of his eyes that pull your fingers down the soft fabric on his chest to the waist of his pants.

“Wait until you see what’s beneath it.”

Placing his wallet back into his pocket, Charlie found it nearly impossible to suppress the smile tugging at his lips as your fingertips brushed along his. He allows you to step around him, his eyes following as you move towards the door. You find yourself thankful that you’re only an elevator ride away from your hotel room. If you had been forced to drive home you might not have made it all the way.

You can feel the electricity flowing through your body as Charlie’s hands find your waist, once you’re inside the security of the elevator, his impatient tug nearly diverting you from pressing the correct floor.

Charlie doesn’t let you escape his touch as he holds on to your waist guiding you towards the back of the elevator.

Finally, as the doors drift shut, his lips find yours.

You’re both cautious at first, softly experiencing each other as if for the first time. Not being able to kiss one another for nearly two months placed your bodies in between a strange desire of taking things slow and satisfying the quick high right where you two stand.

Charlie’s mind focuses solely on the latter as his hand disappears beneath the skirt of your dress, his lips pausing as he brushes against your bare hips. You kiss him in his moment of relapse, smiling as your arm slips around his neck.

“I missed kissing you.” His soft chuckle comes out muffled against your lips.

You’re not certain how the two of you manage to make it down the hall and into your room. When you’re able to think clearly, Charlie is dumping his keys and wallet as you shove at the jacket on his shoulders. With his arms freed, Charlie focuses on your zipper. Guiding the fabric down your body, he pauses long enough to leave a series of soft kisses against your hips and neck.  

Allowing him to steal a kiss, you step around him before crossing the room towards the bed.

As soon as your palms and knees press against the welcoming comfort of the mattress, Charlie’s breath has escaped his lungs.  

“How long did you know I was there?” He asks as he focuses on the task of ridding himself of his tie.

“About ten minutes,” you respond, him knowing you well enough to know there is a smile on your lips as you speak. “It’s kinda hard not to notice how other women react when you show up.”

Your answer nearly falls on deaf ears as your husband’s gaze tracks the movements of your body on its way towards the top of the bed. The feeling of his repp tie beneath his fingers suddenly made him aware of the amount of fabric he dawned in comparison to you.

A gasp escapes your lips, your heart fluttering as a tug comes against your left ankle. Pulling your body back in his direction, Charlie allows you enough time to roll onto your back before leaning forward.

“Are you sure?” His brow rises as your fingers find the front of his shirt, allowing you to guide his lips closer to yours. 

“Mhmm…” You nod

“So what was all that with Curly? Seemed like you were putting on a show with that one.”

“Curly?” Your head cocks to the side, the unknowingness and innocence almost being executed perfectly.

“Your third martini.”

Taking a moment to think, you ignore his intake of breath. It was hard to forget the slightly over nervous, green eyed, curly haired young man from the bar.

“Oh goodness,” you giggle, the sound bringing a smile to Charlie’s lips. Or it might have been the wandering hands drifting into his slacks after managing to undo his zipper. You give him a smile in return at the shift in his breathing at the feel of your hand. “Please don’t tell me you were jealous of that kid? What was he, twenty-two?”

“Jealous?” The soft chuckle he releases falters as your lips press against the corner of his mouth. “Over protective is more like it. He was kinda handsy.”

“I thought you liked handsy.”

You can’t help but smile at the sight of his eyes drifting shut as you gently begin stroking him. The soft groan he releases causes your movements to continue until you begin pushing against his pants.

You sit up as Charlie stands to make the process easier. Lifting your hands from the mattress, you hold them out before your body resting your left wrist against your right.

A glint of mischief sparkles in his eyes, as Charlie completes the act of kicking his slacks from around his ankle. Instead of utilizing the tie in his hand, he leans forward to place it on the bed alongside you. He makes you watch as he removes the remainder of his clothes, his silence warming your body in anticipation. You know, although appearing composed, Charlie’s mind is full of all the things he’s been planning for you in his absence.

His brow rises as you remain in your position, the biting of your lip causing him to pick up the previously discarded fabric. Taking your hand in his, he guides you to your feet. Ignoring your silent request, he turns you around before slipping the fabric over your eyes.

A low, breathy chuckle vibrates from deep in his chest, as you turn to face him with a slight pout of your lip.

The warmth of his skin overtakes your cheeks as he takes your face in his hands, the kissing of your lips erasing away any signs of slight irritation.

He doesn’t let his hands wander as he kisses you, the action making your self-control seem inferior as yours trace along his skin. It is moments like this you remember the first time he’d whispered, “I’ll always be yours,” to you.

They are the same words you find yourself whispering against his lips as he lays you back against the mattress.

An all too familiar pleasurable, yet unsatisfying, heat creeps across the surface of your body as his eyes trail up to your exposed chest. You know if you could see how the sight tugged his teeth against his lip, you would have mustered up a witty comment. But, with your body completely exposed to his in this way you suddenly don’t have much to say.

You find your heart escalating as your chest is met with the heat of his mouth, as opposed to his itching fingers. Instead, they disappear between your thighs.

He builds the pressure softly with each of his teasing touches. He lets your breathing guides his movements, the moment it gets uncontrolled his touch is nearly ghostly. You know if you attempt to guide his hands the pressure will disappear, and the pleasure will quickly and surely fade. Tonight was one of those nights where rushing you to a quick ending was at the bottom of your husband’s list. He was going to make sure you finished long before him.

Free reign of his mouth is all he’ll grant you tonight.

Keeping your lips against his, you allow your satisfaction with his movements to be told through the fingers buried in his hair. As your fingers tighten around the strands, he gives into your desire and increases the pressure not stopping until body trembles against his hand.

The words whispered in your ear are lost beneath the soft giggles they produce from your lips.

Guiding your legs around his waist, Charlie presses his mouth against your neck. Beginning to suck bruises into your skin, he welcomes the hitch in your breath as he slowly enters you. His quiet swear gets lost against your collarbone as your body gives his a welcoming clench.

The soft shift in his hips encourages an in-sync moan from the both of you, halting his movements as your touch drifts down his back. His hips move with a slow, steady pace feeding the desire the two of you have to stay close to one another for the longest time possible.

Every sound you release strokes your husband’s ego, the praise encouraging him to quicken his pace. Each thrust became fueled by his selfish desires to keep your pulse spiked, and his name against his lips. Charlie wakes a heat inside of your body as his pace becomes near relentless as he feels your body tense around his.

He buries his face into your neck as he lets your body ride its wave to the kind of mind-shattering orgasm that you’d only ever experienced at the mercy of this man. The kind that left you feeling completely satisfied, but allowed the soft desire for more to linger in your mind as your high slowly ebbs away. Lifting the fabric from over your eyes, Charlie presses a soft kiss against your eyelid. He lets his lips pepper a series of soft kisses along your face as your grip around his neck tightens. The soft shifts of your hips, as his arm snakes around your waist, pull a soft chuckle from his lips.

Keeping your eyes shut, you focus on the breathing of the man atop of you. You bite your lip as his pulse slowly begins to settle, the kisses he is leaving along your heated skin making it hard for yours to do the same.

You don’t need to see Charlie to know there is a smile on his lips as he watches you begin to welcome the pull of sleep as he begins to detangle himself from you. If it weren’t for the invisible swirls his fingers paint across your stomach you might have fallen asleep already.

Nuzzling into the crook of your neck, he mumbles against your skin as you curl up against him. “Where’s your wedding ring at?”

You wait to respond to his question. Opening your eyes, you watch as he gently massages the fingers of your left hand.

“At home.”

“At home?” Despite the feeling of your lips against his, Charlie finds himself trying to continue the conversation. “Why is it there? I didn’t convince you to marry me so that your ring sits at home.”

Realizing this question will continue to plague his mind, you roll your eyes.

“I was trying to pick up a handsome guy.” You explain, the furrow of his brow making you smile. “Wearing a wedding ring is the ultimate repellent.”

“Not for all guys.” Charlie mumbles, his mind drifting downstairs to the highly interested bartender.

You giggle as a breath of fresh air fills your lung. Charlie allows you another kiss before his brow rises. “What would have happened if I hadn’t gotten to you when I did?”

To you, the question seems silly but you can’t let this perfect opportunity go to waste.

“I already had three glasses while waiting for you,” you tease. “Who knows, I might have let Curly take me home.”

Had a lot of fun with this one. I was initially going to add another scene but it ultimately became superfluous to the story. I’ve left it kind of open at the end, a bittersweet sort of meeting, but if someone would consider suggesting where it goes afterwards, I’d be okay with doing another part. In the meantime, thank you to @legrandfoyer for the request. Enjoy!

Prompt[s]: can I request? :D a tony x reader where the reader applies for a spot at banner’s lab, but by mistake ends up getting an interview with tony for the job of (tony’s) personal assistant?

‘An Interview with Tony Stark’

Despite having your hands on your thigh, somehow your foot was still finding a way to tap on the floor. The court shoes that you were wearing didn’t help to conceal the sound either. You fiddled with the end of your blouse’s sleeve and looked at the clock for the umpteenth time. Who knew that the clock hand would shift by one minute after 60 seconds had passed? It felt like much more time had passed.

Given the job you were applying for, part of you had expected to be interviewed in some sort of lab. Yet here you sat – dressed in a pantsuit and heels – in a surprisingly mundane office room. Sure it was modern, but there was only one monitor on the computer. How could they possibly be productive with only one monitor?

You looked at the clock once more. Your interviewer was late. How long did they expect you to sit there waiting? Perhaps it was a test. Just as you were beginning to ponder where the hidden cameras were, the lock on the door clicked and a brunette was using his back to push it open, stepping slowly so as not to spill the two cups of coffee he was holding.

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The Moon - Spencer Reid x Reader

Summary: The reader is dating Luke Alvez but has recently been hooking up with Spencer Reid.

Y/N - Your Name

Y/F/N - Your Friend’s Name

Warnings: slight panic attack, cheating.

Word Count: 1435

AN: Hey guys! I know I have like three requests to do and another chapter to Camo but I managed to do this in my spare time between finals. Tomorrow is the last day, so I’ll be updating much sooner than I have been!

You hadn’t planned for this to happen. Really, you hadn’t. You weren’t the type of girl to sneak around. Luke was such a sweet boyfriend to you and was honestly was everything you could ever want.

Except there was a slight problem, Spencer. The two of you had been close friends since you started working at the BAU but he never seemed interested to be more. So eventually once Luke became your boyfriend, you couldn’t help but still be curious about Spencer.

The flirting started out subtle. Accidentally brushing his leg, sending goofy barely clothed snapchats, and always adding snarky comments on to entice him.

It was fun until the two of you ended up alone in the elevator. You had no idea that he would actually act on what you had been doing, truly you believed he was too dumbfounded to notice. Those fifteen seconds proved you to be very very wrong.

As you stepped into the elevator you couldn’t help but feel awkward. You flashed a smile as the doors were closing just to be friendly but before you could say a word Spencer had backed you into the hand railing.

“Wanna explain yourself Y/N? Because to me, you’re just playing with fire.” Spencer gave you a slight smirk before leaning in just close enough that you could feel his breath on your neck.

“I don’t know what you mean?” Playing dumb wasn’t your strong suit, but fuck it.

Spencer let out a laugh and laced his hand up your arm and onto your shoulder, just light enough to give you goosebumps,“What was that?”

“K-kiss me Spence.” you mumbled under your breath.

Once his lips connected with yours, that was it.

Although it was only one kiss that day, it had started a forest fire. As much as you knew you should stop, you only wanted more.

The nights you went out with your friends had been ending at Spencer’s place. Except it wasn’t always sex that you wanted, sometimes all you wanted was to be around him.

Luke had made a habit of coming over before work with breakfast around sevenish, so sneaking in at six became the new normal. Except today you managed to slip up.

You shot up in bed once Spencer’s alarm had began to go off. 6:45 a.m. Oh fuck. You usually would set your alarm a couple hours before his went off, but you had completely forgotten your phone at home last night.

“Y/N? What’s going on?” Spencer rubbed his eyes trying to regain some strength and placed his hand on your shoulder.

“I forgot I didn’t have my phone so I completely slept in and now Luke is going to be there without me. I’m screwed.”

“Baby stop, stop. It’ll be okay, just say you stayed at Y/F/N’s house. He won’t know the difference.”

You nodded thinking that could possibly work as you were putting on your clothes that were scattered on the floor.

As you were getting ready to leave you stopped and sighed, “I’m sorry I’m so complicated Spence.”

Spencer shook his head and walked towards you, “You are not complicated Y/N. The circumstances are just hard. I’m the moon, he’s your sun.”

Once you pulled into the driveway you saw Luke’s truck parked in front of your garage. You were so scared this wasn’t going to work.

As you opened the door you could feel your heart in the pit of your stomach. Luke was sitting at the kitchen table with a bag that could only be donuts when you walked in. It didn’t look like he had been there that long but you couldn’t tell.

Once you made eye contact he budged a little in the chair, “Could we talk Y/N?”

You nodded as you walked toward the seat across from him and sat down, “I’m sorry about last night. It was late so I just crashed at Y/F/N’s house.”

Luke rolled his eyes at your comments and slid your phone across the table. “Wanna go ahead and read those texts from last night?“

Spencer Reid: 1:30 a.m

“Are you coming over?”

Spencer Reid: 1:45 a.m


Spencer Reid: 1:50 a.m

“Just text me when you can so I know you’re okay..”

You couldn’t breathe. Luke knew about you and Spencer and nothing could have prepared you for this moment. You looked up at Luke and couldn’t form the words to apologize.

Once a few seconds passed you started to open your mouth when Luke shook his head as if whatever you had to say meant nothing, “Don’t Y/N.”

“Luke.. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean for this to happen I swear.” you choked out.

Luke laughed and stood up from the table to grab his glass of orange juice, throwing it full speed at the wall and shattering into hundreds of pieces, “How long has it been going on?”

You shook your head and wiped the tears that had escaped down your cheeks. This was the first time Luke had been angry at you, which consequently made you feel like 100 degrees sitting there.

“Not gonna tell me? That’s okay. I’ll just ask your good friend Spencer.” Luke reached for your cell phone off the table.

“Stop Luke, please. Leave him out of this.” your tears had turned into heavy sobs by this point and there was no use trying to calm down. This was a nightmare.

You could barely hear Luke interrogating Spencer about the two of you over your crying. Without realizing your breathing had become hard and catching your breath felt nearly impossible while Luke was still going off.

Once Luke hung up the room was silent for a few seconds until you heard a quiet “we’re done” out of Luke’s mouth and heard him walk out.

It wasn’t five minutes that you were alone before Spencer was in your driveway.

Luke had managed to leave your front door wide open which let Spencer walk right in. Frantically he looked around the front of the house for you, “Y/N?”

A few seconds later Spencer stuck his head into the kitchen and saw you sitting at the table. You had put your head on your lap trying to catch your breath to calm down but were failing miserably.

The second Spencer saw you he ran in front of you crouching down,“Hey hey hey.. baby look at me.”

You gripped Spencer’s hand that was placed on your knee and looked up at him. Spencer quickly noticed how sweaty your palms were and diagnosed your breathing patterns.

“You’re hyperventilating, match my breaths, okay?”

You nodded and took a deep breath once he had. Five seconds inhaling, holding it for a couple, and slowly exhaling for seven. Spencer repeated this process with you until you felt your heart stop racing.

After about five minutes you were able to sit up and breath normally but Spencer was still eyeballing you unsure of your state.

As you wiped your eyes you realized your makeup from the previous night had run down your face. You must’ve looked like a clown, and let Spencer see you like this? Great.

“I’m sorry about all of this. Especially the part where I look like Bobo the clown.”

He shook his head at your comment not finding any humor in it, “You don’t need to apologize for anything but you do not look like a clown, you’ll always be so beautiful to me Y/N.”

You sniffled at that, “If that’s true, why didn’t you show any interest when I did? I wouldn’t have gotten tangled up with Luke. I just wanted you.”

“I just.. I didn’t want to mess anything up. I’m sorry I took too long realizing you were what I wanted.” Spencer looked down at your floor hoping you’d say it wasn’t too late or that you’d give him another shot.

You sighed and nodded, “So what do we do? Or, what do you want to do? About us, I mean.”

“I want you Y/N. I truly do. That is if you could give me a chance to be your only man. I can’t sneak around anymore.”

You shook your head, “Luke and I are over for good Spence. You don’t have to worry about that, but about what you said earlier about being my moon? You’ll always be both my sun and moon.”

Spencer took your hands in his and smiled, knowing this was all he’d been wanting for months. Both of your smiles radiated as he placed your lips on his.

                                Burden Of Love: Part Two

Part One


In the time of 1974, you find yourself alone and on the streets of Los Angeles. Without a home or a penny to your name you happen to stumble on the club known as “Goldie’s.” it wasnt until you meet the eyes of Clay Appuzzo, the charming and struggling comedian - that you thought you could get more in life. Full of heartbreak, passion, and loss - Falling in love with Clay Appuzzo was the greatest adventure you had been waiting for.


Clay Appuzzo (I’m Dying Up Here) x Reader

Cursing, angst, Mention of Drugs and Alcohol, Multiple Smut Scenes.

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Title: Once Upon A time Mom And Ma Fell In Love (fanart)
Artist: @regalducky

Title: Clarity in the Fog
Author: @ashippersheart
Rating: Teen and Up
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Words: 5697
I watch Mom’s hand extend as if it has a life of its own. Ready to graze a shoulder, touch an arm. But at the last moment she changes her mind and lets it fall. She remembered the last time she tried that and I wince as I do too. Ma doesn’t always respond well to unexpected touch anymore. Not even when it’s Mom’s hand.

“Emma,” Mom softly says.

— Emma returns after leaving with Hook, but a spell gone wrong takes her away again. Her memory gets altered and it becomes nearly impossible to tell what’s real and what isn’t. Will they ever get her back? Henry’s POV

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An Old Friend

Kai Parker x Reader
   (x Kol & Rebekah Mikaelson)


(Events happen a few months after TVD 8.16 and right after TO 4.02 …
Kai and Reader are having fun at the Mystic Grill when some old friends of Reader show up. Kai gets jealous and … - keep reading to find out :P )

*not my gif


It was around 7PM , Kai and Y/N were at the (surprisingly empty) Mystic Grill sitting at the bar drinking and laughing. Y/N had challenged Kai to do tequilla shots. He always told her she doesn’t want to see him on tequilla which only made her want to see it more. Downside was as vampires their alchohol tollerance was higher than the ones human have , so they kept drinking. So far Kai was winning. Y/N looked at him , smiling. Kai grinned back and put his hand on her waist leaning in to whisper in her ear “You will loooose.” before kissing her neck.
“Even when I lose , I still win..” she had replied to him.
Suddenly Y/N felt someone’s presense close by. At first she thought it was the alchohol getting to her but then …
“Hey there , Trouble.” Y/N heard a familiar voice with an accent and froze in place completely stunned. There was only one person who called her that. Kai looked at her and then at the surprise visitor. Slowly she turned around and when Y/N saw who it was ,  a wide smile spread on her face.
“Kol ?” she leaped from her seat and wrapped her hands around the new comer. Kai finished his drink , he wasn’t happy they had been interrupted but tried to hide it.
“Oh my God ! How are you back ? I thought I’d never see you again after the Other Side disappeared…“ Y/N said excitedly.
“Mother dearest pulled me and my brother Finn back before it collapsed. Of course ,you know how my family is - she came back from the dead and tried to kill us again. …"Kol trailed off. Y/N’s eyes widened.
Kai cleared his throat and both Y/N and Kol turned towards him. Y/N took a step closer to Kai and he wrapped his hands around her , the look on his face clearly stating ‘Hands off. She belongs with me.’
“Sorry.” Y/N apologised to Kai , kissing his cheek. “Kai , this is my very good friend -”
“Best friend.” Kol interrupted.
Y/N smiled , “My BEST friend Kol Mikaelson. He is an Original vampire.” Kol smiled and nodded at Kai who pulled Y/N even closer to him. “Kol , this is Kai Parker … my boyfriend.”
Kai outstretched his hand , Kol doing the same and they shook hands ,  a few moments  longer than normal. Y/N took a deep breath… The situation was getting more and more awkward by the moment. Her eyes darted between Kai and Kol , there was a tension building in the air and she had to think fast before any of them did something stupid but before she had had the chance to speak …
“So , Kai … ” Kol started saying as he took the seat on the other side of Y/N “I hope you are treating Y/N with respect…” he said trailing off. “Because if you aren’t - ”
Clearly Kol’s time away hadn’t changed him at all. He had always acted like Y/N was his little sister , ready to protect her from whatever or whoever would ever want to hurt her.
"Don’t be mean Kol.” said a female voice. Behind him had walked in another old friend of Y/N… well , more like frenemy.  "I am sure if he had tried to hurt her in any way, Damon would’ve ripped his head off. You know how protective the vampires here are over their human friends.“  Rebekah said reaching behind the bar to grab a bottle with bourbon. Y/N and Kai exchanged looks.
"Hello Y/N … Y/N’s boyfriend.” Rebekah said nodding towards Kai who gave her a small smile in response.
Y/N tensed.  "Rebekah … long time.“ she said pausing for a second. "What are you doing here ? Looking for Matt ?”
“Not exactly but it would be nice to see him. Where is he ?”
“You might wanna try the police station.Ask for sheriff Donovan.” Y/N said shifting uncomfortably.
Kai whispered in Y/N’s ear “You OK?” Y/N only nodded turning her attention back to the Mikaelsons. Clearly Y/N wasn’t OK. The girl , Rebekah made her feel uncomfortable for some reason.
“Any particular reason you both decided to drop by ? Kol being here - I like … You ? Not so much.”  Y/N said , her voice slightly trembling.
Rebekah visibly got angry by the remark and reached for Y/N’s neck but Kol pulled her back as Kai quickly pushed Y/N behind him.
“Sister .. calm down. You don’t want to cause a scene , do you Bex ?” Kol said calmly.

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Hello there boys and girls and everyone in between! So a little change in plans for this A/N. Due to the number of people asking to be tagged in this little fic, I’ve decided to move all tagging to the end. That way, it’s not making for this huge chunk of text at the beginning of the story that might deter some from reading it. Can I just say, though, how nice it was to have so many comments? So many people have sent asks and messages about this fanfiction and it really warms my heart. Anyway, without further ado, The Tower Part 3; Enjoy!

Prompt[s]: The Tower is amazing, I love how you wrote it and played with everything that happened. I can’t wait for the next part!

BOI!!!!! I’m excited for this fic, it’s so good already I’m so happy you’re blessing us with this story Thank you!!!

I love The Tower, and I’m so psyched to see what happens next!

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‘The Tower’ (Part 3)

Part 2

You groaned gutturally, long and slow. Against the quiet of the woodland, though, it seemed even louder and more brash. The twittering of wildlife was quiet in your ears; your senses were only coming back slowly. The world remained black for quite a while as the thrum of the thicket gradually grew in volume. When the world was no louder than a rumble, your sight slowly began to return.

A kaleidoscope of greens and blues greeted you, the sight of the forest ceiling feeling oddly welcoming. You lifted your heavy head and attempted to sit up, cursing the wooziness you felt. Placing a hand on the back of your skull, you felt a tender lump and turned to see what had hit you. A particularly thick branch was swinging limply.

“Maker’s breath,” you hissed, letting your legs wake up before trying to stand. That wasn’t what slowed you, however. Your skirt was ripped up to the knees where a particularly large cut lay on your ankle. Hitting the floor had taken more of a toil on you than you’d originally thought. On top of that, even more bruises littered your skin – and as you attempted to stand, you felt your right ankle give way and you were on the floor once more.

Eventually, with the help of a nearby tree, you were able to make a go of standing upright. Walking was the next challenge. By leaning on branches, grasping at logs, and even crawling at times, you were able to wobble your way forwards.

Or at least, you hoped it was forwards.

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Anon Request: Telling Riz you love him for the first time

“Know what I miss the most when I’m away?”

Keeping your eyes shut, you find that you are too exhausted to speak. Although you’ve slept for a minimum of two hours, it feels like thirty minutes.

Your entire body is on fire. You know part of it stems from the sun casting its rays directly onto the bed of your hotel room. You and Riz are tangled up together in the center of the bed, the blankets wrapped around you in a warm cocoon.

“Babe…” Letting his lips press against the tip of your nose, Riz released a soft breath as your arms wrap around his waist in an attempt to get closer.

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What was it like to live a normal life? I don’t mean like the one that was conjured up by a damn Djinn. I mean, like a real one. Was it all what it was cracked up to be?

Was it all sunshine and rainbows? Did the white-picket fence with two kids and a dog named Spot really exist or did that just happen in the movies?

I bowed my head, a tiny smile on my lips. Who was I kiddin’, right? The normal life wasn’t for me. I wasn’t normal. Although it was a dream of mine, I just don’t think it would look good on me.

I looked up and saw Y/N step out into the open air, closing the door to the Bunker. She spotted me, smiled, and made her way over, her beautiful Y/H/C colored hair blowin’ behind hair with the cool wind.

“What’s up, Winchester?” she greeted, smiling teasingly at me. She reached up on her tiptoes and kissed me softly on the lips.

I sighed in content and wrapped my arms around her waist, pulling her close to me. “A whole lot of heaven…or whatever,” I added with a roll of my eyes.

Y/N giggled and hit me playfully on the chest. “You’re an ass, Dean,” she said, smiling up at me. “But tell me, what’s going up in that gorgeous head of yours?”

I licked my lips and looked into her Y/E/C eyes. There was so much I wanted to give her, but that was nearly impossible, given the lives that we led. Instead, I nuzzled my nose with hers.

“Just hopin’ one day we’ll be free of this and are able to live the lives that we want. Together,” I muttered, my lips inches away from hers.

Y/N’s eyes fluttered shit and she closed the distance between us, her lips on mine in a sweet kiss.

“Free to be you and me,” she whispered, hugging me closer.

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My Girl (Staurt Twombly One Shot)

I sighed heavily as I gripped at the manila folder in hand, the anger boiling deep inside me while Graham, yet again as per usual, made an asshole comment toward Zach, our overweight group member.

“You’re so fat, man,” he muttered, making a face in disgust. “So fat…”

I pressed my lips together as I tried to hold back my own snarky comment, but bit my tongue instead. With that he finally dismissed our team for the day.

As I collected the rest of my things and began heading out, I could feel myself deeply regretting the decision to ever come in for an internship at Google for the summer before my graduating year from Stanford. Well, more like I regretted ever agreeing to team up with Graham.

I rolled my eyes as he eyed me up and down the minute I began making my way toward the exit. From the get go, I knew he hadn’t bothered to pick me for his team based on my merit, but merely because of my looks. He made that extremely clear.

“Will I be seeing you later then, beautiful?” he smirked.

“Nope,” I stated simply, slamming the folder right into his chest and making my way out. He huffed out in slight annoyance, but desire.

“Always playing hard to get,” he said through his accent, not bothering to hide his smirk. “I love it.”

Ignoring the comment, I immediately reached down for my purse in attempt to pull out my phone and distract myself a little further while I continued to walk. I huffed out in annoyance as I continued to dig, but couldn’t find it. An audible gasp and small shriek escaped my lips as I ran into someone.

“Whoa, whoa,” an unfamiliar voice cried out, reaching out for my arms and quickly grounding me. “I’m so sorry about that!”

I quickly turned over to look directly into a wrinkled smile and kind blue eyes. Instantly, I was able to recognize one of the older interns Graham was so set on destroying.

“You’re fine,” I breathed out before finally gripping the familiar lump and pulling out my phone from my purse. “Thank you.” With that I lowered my gaze onto the screen and attempted to maneuver my way past the old man.

“Whoa, whoa, hang on there,” he began, his hands pulling me back by the arms. “You’re (Y/N), right? Part of Graham’s team?”

“Yeah,” I nodded, looking up to him, my brows furrowing slightly.

“I’m Nick,” he smiled, dropping his hold on me and extending a hand for me to take.

“Pleasure,” I responded rather curtly as I looked back down to my phone screen.

“Look at you,” he seemed to chuckle. “You remind me of a certain team member of my own. Nose always stuck to that small four-inch screen. Uh, maybe you’ve met him.” He made a gesture and I barely glanced in time to watch him point over to someone in the distance. My eyes followed. “Stuart. Stuart Twombly.”

The minute my gaze landed on the boy, I felt my throat constrict and my cheeks burn up. Of course I knew who Stuart Twombly was. We both had gone to the same high school, graduated the same year, hung around the same crowd of people. He was the same boy I had been crushing on since my freshman year. However, he never knew I even existed.

It was a huge surprise when I came to find out that he had joined the Google internship program as well. That first day, when we were split up into groups, I had hoped to join him, but Graham beat me before I could even approach the boy.

During the first challenge, I would steal glances toward him every now and then. Watch as him and his team mates would frantically write against the clear board trying to figure out the bug in the code. However, the minute he’d take notice that someone was watching, I’d instantly look away. It wasn’t until the second challenge that I tried to interact with him, but as usual, he was glued to his phone. During the second half of Quidditch, I purposely dropped the quaffle in order for Stuart to get a hold of it and score for his own team, earning them the big win. For a brief moment we exchanged smiles that day, but it never went past that.

“I take that as in you do know him?” Nick gave a laugh, snapping me back into reality.

“I—I might have been acquainted with him,” I stammered, lowering my gaze yet again as my face only grew hotter.

“Whoa, wait a minute,” his expression seemed to twist into that of sneaking suspicion. “Do I detect a little something for our little Stewie?”

“N—No. I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I cleared my throat and held my head high, straightening my composure as if to seem uninterested. “You guys are the enemy, according to Graham. The competition. And besides, Google policy is: say no to love. Even if I was interested—which I’m not—it’s not going to happen.”

“Now, now,” he shook his head and chuckled. “I can see straight through the act. There’s no need to pretend you’re even on that asshole’s side. I’m sure you’re a pretty smart girl. Maybe a current student attending UCLA or something—”

“Stanford,” I corrected.

“Even better,” Nick shrugged. “You know that following Graham will only take you so far. And policy or not… You gotta live a little sometimes. I mean take me for instance; I was told I’m not allowed to go after a certain sexy Australian in management, but yet I took a chance and asked her out to dinner some time.” He paused as he looked down to me, pointing a finger. “Now I saw that glint in your eye. It was just enough to tell me everything I need to know.”

“Which is?” I gulped slightly.

“You care about Stu. You’re interested,” he smirked slightly. “And a little birdy once told me… He seems to be pretty interested in you too. Do with that what you will.” He seemed to shrug before walking off. “It was nice meeting you, (Y/N).”

I squinted my gaze as I watched him walk off toward his group, clapping his hand with Stuart in greeting before getting back to their own work. The boy’s eyes flickered over to me briefly, a small awkward smile creeping upon his lips before tentatively waving toward me with two fingers. Could the bump in have been on purpose?


Later that day, I sighed heavily as I slammed the empty tray over the bar counter, my calves burning and my feet throbbing with regret. Much like every other night I took up a shift at the bar, my body begged me to stop wearing heels. However, that seemed to be nearly impossible with the kind of job I had.

Even though Google provided me with a lot of things, I still had bills to pay, and the internship was just that… An internship. Meaning, I had no money whatsoever. With that being said, I took up a part time job as a waitress slash bartender at a local strip club.

Sure, I could have easily taken up a waitressing job at any other restaurant or bar, but Brass Rail was known for its huge tips. In one shift, I could easily pay for my car and phone bill. And the best part about it all, I didn’t have to take my clothes off for the money either. However, policy did state that my appearance had to be presentable. And by presentable, I mean I had to wear promiscuous outfits, especially if I wanted to make great tips for the night.

“Why don’t you take the rest of the night off?” Patty, the bartender for the night, asked as she wiped the bar counter clean. The woman was a few years older, but she had become a really close friend of mine and she most definitely looked out for me. “You’ve been working hard for the past couple of days. And besides, shouldn’t you be back at home working with your team to create that new app or whatever?”

“No, Graham got it all covered,” I said with a roll of my eyes.

“Either way, I think we’ve got it covered. The night’s still young, maybe you should go out and have some fun!” Patty encouraged as her lips curved into a playful smile. “Maybe find yourself a cute boy or something. You’re always too busy with your internship and here that you never have any time for yourself. Find yourself a cutie.” It took me a minute to realize she was nodding toward the entrance. “Kinda like that one.”

My eyes flew over to the door, quickly landing on the familiar boy that stood at the front of his group, nose buried deep into his phone. Instantly, I felt my eyes go wide as I caught sight of his friend and team mate, Nick. He quickly grinned as he noticed me and began reaching out for Stuart, who didn’t bother to acknowledge him.

“Oh no,” I gasped, quickly spinning around and gripping at the counter behind me.

“What?” Patty asked. “What’s the matter, sugar?”

“I—I know him,” I stammered.

The music continued to blare throughout the club, the bass bouncing, while Patty took a moment to herself and gasping.

“Ahhh! I see where this is going!” she shouted over the sound. “You like the boy, don’t cha?”

“Kinda,” I admitted guiltily as I turned back to her feeling myself wanting to panic. “But he’s never noticed me.”

“Then make him notice you,” Patty smirked. I gasped as she suddenly reached over the counter and toward my already see-through romper, ripping at the buttons in order to reveal more of my black laced bralette and stopping just an inch before my belly button. She ran her hands through my hair, adjusting it before turning me back to face the group. “Now grow some ovaries and go to him!”

I stared at the boy with wide eyes for a moment before sucking in a deep breath and starting my way over to them. You could do this. You got this, (Y/N). “By the way! You’re officially off the clock! So whatever you do from here on out won’t be held against you!” Patty shouted after me.

“Show you to your table?” One of the topless girls asked as she approached the group. Her eyes landed on Stuart, about to make a move before I stopped her in her tracks.

“I’ll take care of this one,” I assured her with a small smile. He hadn’t bothered to tear his gaze away from his phone.

“Great big world out there, my friend,” Nick said, his fingers making their way under the boy’s chin. “Just three inches up, I beg you.”

His eyes slowly lifted, growing slightly as he finally noticed who stood before him. I bit my lower lip as I felt a surge of confidence grow from within me.

“Hey,” I greeted simply.

“Hey,” he said breathlessly.


“(Y/N),” he nodded, seeming dazed. “I know.”

Nick’s lips curved into a huge grin as he pushed him toward me.

“Experience the world, Stewie,” he encouraged. “There’s a whole lot more outside that phone screen.” I looked over to Nick, nodding in appreciating before turning back to the dazed boy that stood before me.

“What—what are you doing here?” Stuart asked.

“I work here,” I responded, taking his hand and leading them to their table.

“You’re not—”

“I’m not a stripper,” I laughed as I turned over my shoulder to look at him. “I’m a waitress slash bartender. I needed something to pay the bills while I’m doing this internship at Google.”

“In that case, you can hook us up right?” Nick asked as he rushed his way forward. I grinned and nodded.

“Shots on me, guys,” I said, coming to a stop and turning over to Stuart. “But only if this one dances with me after.”

He pushed on his glasses and opened his mouth as he turned to his friends, unsure of what to say before Nick and the others nodded in encouragement.

“O—Okay,” Stuart agreed.


Everybody cheered as I made my way over to the table, carrying the large tray containing the fourteen shots of tequila.

“Before we do this, (Y/N), meet Billy, Lyle, Neha, Yo-Yo, and of course you know Stuart,” Nick quickly tried to introduce as he clapped his two hands together. “Now we can all indulge into some good ol’ shots knowing each other’s names! Let’s go!”

“It’s about time this group had a night,” the other man, known as Billy said.

“Let the good times roll!” Nick shouted.

“Bingo!” Billy agreed.

“There’s two for everyone,” I grinned as I placed the tray down and my way over in order to sit next to Stuart.

“Alright, here we go!” Nick cheered, picking up a shot and handing it over to the boy known as Yo-Yo. “Bottoms up, bud!”

“Oh, I—I can’t,” he stammered.

“What? You’re twenty-one right?” Nick asked.

“Yeah, but my mom says alcohol numbs the brain,” Yo-Yo shook his head.

“Look, I’m not saying a shot of tequila’s the first step on the journey to self-respect, but goddamn, maybe it’s a step in the right direction. Maybe?” Nick finished off, handing him the shot as we all took one in our hands. “Your call.”

The boy hesitated for a moment.

“One shot!” Yo-Yo finally said, holding up a finger rather sternly.

“You’re gonna want that other one, dude,” I grinned as I edged myself closer to the table, holding out my shot.

“Anyways, CHEERS!” Billy shouted as we all brought our shot glasses and clanged them together before taking the swig of alcohol.

“To the night you’ll never remember!” Nick cheered.

We all turned to Yo-Yo as he was the last to take his shot. He hesitated for a moment before forcing the liquid down and shutting his eyes tightly. We all waited for a moment as he shot up out of his seat and began screaming.

“YEAH!” He shouted.

“All right!” Everyone cheered.

“One more!” Yo-Yo cried out, reaching out for his other shot glass.

I gripped at Stuart’s hand and intertwined our fingers the minute we finished our last shot and began leading him to a clear opening. Whether it was the new found confidence that began blossoming after Patty or maybe it was the tequila taking over, I felt myself growing comfortable enough to dance.

“Holy shit,” Stuart breathed out as I turned my back to him and wrapped his hands around my waist, moving my hips along with the rhythm. I gave a satisfied smirk as I pressed myself against him, allowing him to move along with me.

We had gotten halfway through the song, grinding against one another before he stopped. Stuart quickly turned me around, keeping his hands over my waist while I wrapped my arms around his neck, enjoying the closeness.

“Can we talk?” He finally asked, gulping slightly.

My smile faded as I looked up to him, letting my hands slide down from his shoulders to his chest.

“Yeah sure,” I nodded. He took up my hand and lead me back to the table, where the rest of the interns had cleared up in order to have their own fun. We both sat down, Stuart instantly dropping his hold on my hand before wiping it against his jeans and looking down.

“Uh. I—I have to confess something,” he stammered.

“What is it?” I asked, my brows furrowing slightly, attempting to scoot closer to him.

He hesitated for a moment, noticing the closing space between us.

“Is it horrible timing to say I’ve liked you since freshman year of high school?” He asked. My smile faded slightly as my eyes widened. “Maybe it’s the tequila talking…”

“N—No. I—I mean, you have?”

He simply nodded.

“I just never thought I’d even get the chance to do this with you,” he admitted, finally finding the courage within himself to turn to me and motioning between the two of us. “I always figured you didn’t know I even existed. I mean, I know I’m not the greatest person ever. I don’t like people and I hide behind snarky comments, so I come off as an asshole, but…” His eyes softened. “I like you. You’ve been the only person I’ve ever really liked.”

I kept my silence as my expression lifted in awe.

“When I saw that you took this internship at Google, you were the only person I wanted to team up with. Especially knowing your background. I mean, you were Valedictorian in high school, so obviously you’re really smart—like, really smart. So, when I saw you walk in through those doors, I thought… maybe this is my second chance, my time to grow some balls and actually talk to you and work with you, but then I saw Graham beat me to it, so I gave up,” he lowered his gaze again as he shrugged. “I grew bitter. Became more of an asshole… I just didn’t want to team up with anybody else.” I pressed my lips together as I felt myself smile.

“I like you too, Stuart,” I finally said, taking up his hand. He looked up to me, surprise lining his features. “If I’m being honest, I’ve liked you since freshman year too. I just didn’t have the courage to talk to you and get to know you better back then.”

His lips curved into a small smirk as looked to me from the corner of his eye, a new sort of confidence about him showing.

“Well, in that case… wanna start over?”

I chuckled and felt my smile turn into a grin.

“I’d like that,” I nodded.

“Drinks?!” I heard a familiar voice shout over the booming music. Quickly turning over, I finally noticed Patty standing around with a tray full of shots, a smirk plastered over her face.

“YEAH!” Yo-Yo cheered as the others came swarming in for their drinks.


After a few more shots and other various drinks, both Stuart and I began to loosen up. Talking and laughing the night away. Just a few feet ahead of us Neha began bouncing up and down, before running up and taking me by the hands and leading me to the dancefloor. I quickly turned back and grabbed a hold of Stuart’s hand, bringing him along.

The beat began to pick up and I moved my body to the rhythm while Neha tried to grind against me. I laughed as Stuart stood back, dancing about rather awkwardly. An idea suddenly sparked as Neha was dragged away by one of the various strippers in order to receive a lap dance. The tequila was definitely taking over this time.

I led Stuart back to the table before tossing him back into the comfortable chairs. His glasses fumbled a bit before he pushed them back with a laugh. I smirked before quickly climbing over him, straddling him and giving into the music. My first official lap dance over the guy I had been crushing on for six years.

My hands ran through his dark hair, his glasses messing up along the process as I drew closer to his face. His own hands made their way down to my hips, moving me along his lap. I smirked as I lowered myself just inches away from his lips.

“Look at what we got cooking here!” Billy laughed as we both continued to move along. “Ready?” I snorted and moved in order to rest my head over Stuart’s shoulder as the giggling took over the minute a flash of light spotted over us and Billy finished taking our picture.

“Exchangeagram moment, bitches!” he cried out, while the two guys high fived.

I threw my head back and laughed as I continued to grind against the boy once Billy left us to our private moment. The tequila was definitely talking for me as I lowered myself once again, my body not bothering to stop. My hands gripped at Stuart’s face as he watched in amazement, slowly lowering them down to his shoulders. I bit the corner of my lip for a moment as I drew closer to him. He stopped, having caught on as one of his hands made their way over to the crook of my neck. Our breaths slowed down as they came out in low shallow huffs. Without further hesitation, we both collided, our lips finally connecting. Whether it was the alcohol or something more, my head swirled and for a moment I could have sworn that sparks flew from all around. The whole place seemed to grow quiet for a moment. It was just the two of us and from deep inside, I felt a surge of emotions begin to pour out into the long awaited kiss. The moment I had been anticipating was finally happening and it completely surpassed any fantasy I had ever had. He was an amazing kisser and the chemistry was beyond what I had ever imagined. The make out session ensued the minute we began to move our lips against one another.

“(Y/N)?!” A familiar voice called out from behind. I quickly pulled away with a gasp, my whole body tensing up. “What the hell are you doing with these losers?!”

“Graham,” I muttered, turning my attention to the boy.

“I’ve been calling you fifty thousand times,” he held out his phone, his brows merging. “Zach said you’d be at work, but I see you’ve been doing far more than just work.”

I quickly climbed off of Stuart and looked down in shame. Even though I hated the guy, I didn’t want to be kicked off the team. It was still a great opportunity to work at Google, even if that meant I had to deal with Graham the entire time. If I was kicked out, there went my chances.

“You’re coming back with me,” he demanded, snatching up my wrist and pulling me with him. “We have work to do!” I tried to yank myself away, but it was useless. Turning back, I noticed the anger flicker over Stuart’s face as I stared back apologetically, stumbling behind Graham. It was bound to happen, being a part of his team, I wasn’t allowed to interact with the competition. Especially Stuart.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa,” Nick held out his hands in the air as he stepped between the exit and Graham. “What seems to be the problem here?”

“It’s not any of your business, old geezers,” he spat out, attempting to maneuver past the two.

“Come on take it easy,” Nick grinned as a few other guys began approaching the scene. Graham’s posse no doubt. “Is this the Jets and the Sharks all of a sudden? Montague and Capulets?” Stuart pushed his way through, finally facing Graham and his grip suddenly tightened around my wrist. He smirked as he pulled my body closer to him, wrapping an arm around my waist. I cringed and tried to push away from him as he lowered his face to mine.

“(Y/N) is part of my team. She’s my girl, isn’t that right, sweetheart?” He drawled out as he tried to kiss my cheek. My brows furrowed and I pushed him back, the anger I felt obvious by now.

“I’m not your girl!” I spat back. This seemed to please him as he gave a laugh.

“She sure loves to play hard to get,” Graham smirked, turning to the others. “Now, if you’ll excuse us. We need to get back on track to beating you guys.” He turned to me, wrapping an arm around my waist. “Come on beautiful.”

I made a face and tried to push away his arm.

“Get off of me—”

“Don’t touch her,” Stuart grumbled, stepping before the two grown men that tried to hold him back, his hands shaking as he balled them into fists. Yo-Yo, Neha, and Lyle soon appeared just behind.

“Oh yeah?” Graham huffed, seeming amused. “What are you going to do about it?”

I gasped as the strobe lights suddenly turned on and the fighting began. Stuart was the first to throw a punch and lock against Graham’s jaw. Indistinct shouts began to echo throughout the place as the others joined in.

“Stop!” I cried out, trying to pull Stuart away from Graham.

“AHHHHH!!!!” Yo-Yo ferociously yelled as he climbed over a table and jumped on someone’s back. I shrieked and stepped back as Graham fell over on his back, Stuart punching furiously.

“STOP!” I shouted again.

“Stay away from MY girl!” Stuart cried out, his hands gripping at Graham’s collar before raising him for a second and slamming him right back down. My eyes widened slightly as I stared in both shock and awe. He had called me his girl.

“My mother hits harder than you!” Yo-Yo shouted, instantly snapping me back into reality.

“YEAH! Down goes Frazier! Whoo!” Neha cheered as she kicked someone’s groin. “What’s up—oh, shit!”

My eyes widened as the security guards all began rushing in, picking up the girl and attempting to escort her out.

“See you again! I’ll kill you!” she shouted as she struggled against them. “Hide your kids! Hide your wife!”

One of the bigger ones finally managed to yank Stuart away from Graham.

“That’s how you party!” Stuart shouted in pride before being escorted out. I pressed my lips together as I fought back my laugh before attempting to follow after.

“(Y/N)! Where the hell do you think you’re going?!” The boy cried out, his body still laid out as he tried to raise himself on his elbows. “Get back here!”

I stopped and turned to him, my expression hardening. Maybe I would regret my decision later, but I had had enough of Graham for one night.

“No,” I responded. “Find yourself another team member. I quit!”

“You can’t quit! You’re mine!”

“No,” I shook my head. “I’m Stuart’s now.”

Just a few steps ahead, the boy stopped and looked to me in awe as I turned to him with a smile. Stuart suddenly grunted as the security guard kneed him and pushed on to get them out. My eyes widened and I quickly rushed over to help.

“We’re too hot to party!” Yo-Yo shouted as a security guard yanked on his collar. “That’s why they got to kick us out! Cause they’re gonna call the fire department! Why don’t you bring it outside the party?!”

“WHOOO!” Lyle cheered on.

“No more fun, c’mon,” Nick sighed as he grabbed a hold of the two boys and led them out.


Stuart and I sat back on one of the picnic tables by the Golden Gate Bridge, one of the few spots made to take in the beauty of it all. The boy groaned slightly as I lightly tried to clean up his wounds. I made a face and chuckled as he lightly pushed my hand away, not being able to stand the pain.

“You really took a beating back there,” I muttered.

“Well, I couldn’t stand around and let that asshole disrespect you like that,” he grumbled, his eyes glued onto the bridge.

“Would you look at that view?” Nick sighed out as he made his way closer to us, clapping a hand on Stuart’s back and causing him to wince in pain. “Buddy, you were an animal out there tonight!”

“Right,” Stuart scoffed, resting his elbows over his knees and looking down.

“No, you were!” Nick shook his head. “I’m sure (Y/N) agrees with me!”

I simply nodded.

“Thanks for standing up for me,” I smiled, keeping my gaze on him. Reaching out for his hand, he turned to me for a moment as we intertwined our fingers and I scoot my way closer to him, resting my head over his shoulder.

“Awe, would you look at that? Looks like you two really hit it off,” Nick grinned. “Glad my plan worked!”

“You set this whole thing up?” Stuart asked, his eyes squinted as he turned to the man in disbelief. He gave a shrug as he stuffed his hands into his jean pockets.

“I had a hunch you two had a little somethin’ somethin’ so I thought why not?” Nick chuckled. “It sure got you to loosen up, Stewie. Plus, I figured it’d give me some brownie points so you’d warm up to me.” Stuart fought back a smile before turning to me as I nuzzled myself closer to him.

“Thanks man,” he said, turning back to Nick.

“What up with it, hot thing,” Lyle continued to sing along, making his way over to us as he texted away. “Hot thing, hot thing…”

“Lyle!” Nick called out. “Looks like you also hit it off tonight. Saffron, right?”

“Yeah, I’m texting her that I love her and I’m sending her this picture I just took of little Lyle when he made pee in the bushes,” he slurred. “Look, he’s winking!”

“No, Lyle. Lyle, Lyle, that’s a horrible idea,” Nick shook his head. “Please don’t do that. You’re drunk off your ass.”

“I appreciate your concern, but I’m flying, baby,” Lyle responded with a high pitched chuckle.

“Okay, Lyle, you’re not flying,” Billy joined in, shaking his head. “What’s seventeen squared?”

“Two eighty-nine. Why?” Lyle asked.

“Give me a harder question that that,” Billy sighed as he turned to us. “You know where I’m driving with this.”

“Try, uh, maybe square root of seventeen,” Stuart suggested.

“Like, four point twenty-three? Maybe?” Lyle answered uncertainly, his expression becoming puzzled for a moment.

“That’s the app,” Nick gasped. “That’s the app we should do right there!”

“What?” Billy asked. My brows furrowed slightly as I sat up straighter, not bothering to drop my hold on Stuart.

“Some quiz questions you gotta answer before you can send a drunk text or a drunk email or phone call. Something to protect you from yourself,” Nick continued.

“Wait, you guys still haven’t come up with an app yet?” I asked.

“No,” Stuart shook his head.

“Well, that’s actually a pretty good idea,” I nodded.

“Can we do that?” Billy asked.

“Hells yeah, we could do that,” Neha scoffed out with a nod.

“Are you shitting me? I could program the shit out of that bitch on the bus ride home,” Yo-Yo slurred as he kept his laid down position.

“I could help with the customization and settings,” I suggested, my eyes landing on the drunk boy. “Considering the condition of the main operator.”

“Wait… You’re going to help us?” Billy asked, his expression twisting into that of confusion. “I thought you were with Graham.”

I grimaced as I looked down and tried to force a smile.

“Actually, I don’t belong to any team now, so there goes my internship,” I shrugged. “Which means you guys aren’t the competition anymore, so I could definitely help.”

Nick and Billy turned to one another while the others looked amongst each other. Their expressions lit up as they finally looked to me.

“(Y/N), how would you like to be one of our fellow Nooglers?” Nick offered. My eyes widened and I felt myself grin.

“Are you serious?”

“Yeah, can’t leave Stewie’s girlfriend behind now, can we?” Nick chuckled.

“I’m in!” I huffed out in excitement.

“C’mon then!” Billy began standing up.

“Let’s roll!” Nick announced. “Let’s get back to HQ!”

“Hey, wait, wait,” Stuart stopped everyone. “Let’s—let’s stay, like, five minutes, you know?” His eyes flickered over to me. “Just enjoy the view a little more.”

“Yeah, all right,” Nick agreed.

“Okay!” Billy sighed out and sat back.

Stuart hesitated for a moment as he looked directly into my eyes, his face slowly inching closer to mine. Before I knew it, he took up the crook of my neck and our lips gently met for a moment. From all around, I could hear the rest of the group start to cheer, causing us to laugh through the kiss and ultimately break away. I rested my head over Stuart’s shoulder as he pulled me closer, our eyes landing back to the rising sun over the ocean. What a way to end the night.

(A/N Crystal): Okay I know this blog is supposed to be Teen Wolf related but omg I had to because Stuart is just ugh. Beautiful. Anyways. I’m so sorry for the quality. I’ve been locked out from my computer so had to post through phone. Sorry for any mistakes! Hope you guys enjoyed!

More Damage Than Good.

Anon Request: The reader is pregnant, so Frank tries to stay away because he thinks he’ll hurt her and the baby

Summary: Frank finds himself following the reader each night to make sure she is safe. On the eve of a party, he finally makes his presence known.

Words: 1256

Frank Castle had seen too much damage come from his own two hands. He’d seen them drenched in the sins and blood of other men, nearly as much as his very own.

No matter how hard he tried to, understand it, he couldn’t figure out how they had been granted the privilege of touching the woman before him. He felt an unshakable fear each time he did so.

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A Little Too Late Part 8

Title: A Little Too Late Part 8

Pairing: Gabriel x Reader

Characters: Balthazar, Gabriel, Castiel, Sam, Dean

Word Count: 1,484

Warnings: slight injury?, angst, and fluff (I think)

A/N: Well here’s something to cheer you up if you have the election day blues <3 I hope you all enjoy this! Feedback is welcomed and appreciated <3

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You busied yourself as you cleaned your rings.  You didn’t want to believe what you were hearing.  You didn’t want to think that this was possible.  How could it be possible?  You focused on your rings.  You knew they were watching you.  They wanted to see your reaction, but you didn’t want to show them.  You faced away from them.

Your door opened, Sam and Dean entering.  You turned around, your eyes widening at the sight of the box in their hands.  “What the fuck,” you breathed.  You rushed up to Sam, snatching the box from his hands.  “Did you guys go back to my house,” you asked, your voice raising.

“[Y/N], we didn’t have much of a choice,” Sam tried to reason.  “We had to find out if there was anything they knew.”

“Oh they know,” Balthazar cut in.  “[Y/N] didn’t.”

“What’s in the box,” Dean sang, amusement in his tone.

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It Hurts Like Hell
                                     - Part IV

Kai Parker x Reader

WORD COUNT : 1 828

Part I …. /  Part II….Part III … 
*not my gif


Y/N woke up in Kai’s bed , her arm reaching for him just like every other morning since they had become boyfriend and girlfriend. Except Kai wasn’t there. She opened her eyes looking around the room but there was no sign of him.
“Kai ?” she called out but no one answered. Eventually she thought he might’ve ran off to get coffee or something. That was until Y/N walked into the bathroom and found blood on the floor.
“Oh my God ….” she muttered covering her mouth.
What had happened while she had been asleep? Y/N felt as if the whole world had started spinning out of control. She rushed to the living room , checking every single room in Kai’s apartment for any sign of him. Her hands shaking, she took her phone and dialed KAI.  Something wasn’t right and Y/N felt as if her heart was being pulled out of her chest. The thought that her friends might’ve done something to him starting to creep into her mind. They didn’t like him at all and none of them believed Kai had changed , the only reason they let him alone was because of her.
Why isn’t he picking up his phone? she thought and dialed again. No answer this time either.
She dialed another number. Stefan. He was her best friend , sure he wouldn’t lie to her … Stefan picked up almost instantly.
“Hey , Y/N. Everything OK?” he asked casually.
“Where is he?” she asked , her voice trembling.
“Who ?” Stefan asked confused.
“Kai. I woke up this morning and he wasn’t home. There is blood in the bathroom … and he is not picking up his phone. I’ve called several times.” she said , her voice starting to break. Tears she had been fighting off until this moment started to roll down her cheek. “Please Stefan , I can’t … I can’t lose him. I love him… ”
Y/N could hear Stefan sigh from the other end of the phone.
“You are not going to lose him.” he said , reassurance in his voice. Even tho he disagreed with her dating Kai , he wasn’t going to let Y/N suffer. “I’ll call Damon , see if he has done something stupid … Just sit tight , alright ? I’ll call you when I know something.” he paused for a second. “You might want to call Caroline.. Her mother passed away.” 

A few hours passed and Stefan still hadn’t called her back. Y/N was starting to get really anxious and worried , so she decided to go out and look for Kai herself. She grabbed her jacket and opened the door nearly getting smacked against someone.
“Where are you going in such a hurry ?” Kai said with a smile.
Y/N’s eyes widened and she pulled him in a hug.
“Oh my God , Kai ! Where have you been ? I’ve been worried sick… !”
Kai wrapped his hands around her hugging her tight , gently lifting her up. Y/N bounced off the ground and wound her legs around his waist. He walked inside carrying her and shut the door.
“I’m sorry , baby. I didn’t mean to scare you.” he said pressing his lips against hers , noticing her puffy red eyes. He brushed her cheek. “Have you been crying?”
Y/N simply nodded , pressing her lips against his kissing him deeply. The past few hours she had felt as if someone had dropped her straight into Hell.
Kai sighed.
“I didn’t mean to worry you so much …” he said sitting on the sofa , Y/N ’s legs still wrapped around him. She tossed her jacket on the side and hooked her arms around his neck.
“Aren’t you going to tell me what happened?” she said suddenly serious.
Kai cupped her face and brought it closer to his. “I love you , Y/N , you know that right ?”
“Yes…” she whispered , starting to get worried again. What had happened this morning that was so bad he still hadn’t told her ? Y/N locked eyes with him , waiting for him to tell her.
A few moments passed in silence , Kai unable to tear his eyes off of hers. Was she imagining it or where tear tears in his eyes? He sighed.
“I went to see Jo.” he said. “Something had gone wrong.. I was worried it might happen because we didn’t do the merge quite right. The whole ’ Oh hey you are not my twin but close enough’  plan backfired.”
“What do you mean ‘backfired’ ?” she asked , already fearing the answer.
Kai didn’t answer for a long moment , his eyes refusing to meet hers.
“I woke up feeling sick , like real sick and started vomiting blood. So I called Jo and she was sick on the phone too…”
Y/N felt her blood freeze realising what he was saying. Kai had told her that the power of the Gemini comes from the leader of the coven , in this case him. So if something happened to him the whole coven would go down along with him.
“Are you … are you saying that …” Y/N could barely finish the sentence , her heart breaking all over again. “You were about to die and you just left without telling me ? ….” her voice breaking , tears starting to fill her eyes again.

Y/N pulled away from him and got up , pacing around the room. Kai was looking at his hands.
“Do you realise what kind of pain you put me through this morning ? I called you so many times.” she said raising her voice. “You couldn’t shot me a text explaining what’s going on ?”
Kai got up and walked towards her.
“I didn’t want to worry you plus Jo fixed it. She gave me her magic , I’m all good now.” he said smiling as if nothing had happened. Y/N glared at him.
“I can’t be around you right now… ” she said turning away , Kai grabbing her wrist pulling her back. “Let go of me.” she said as calmly as she could. Anger had started building inside her replacing her worry. She couldn’t believe how Kai could do something like that and now he acted as if it wasn’t a big deal , knowing very well how big it really was. She tried to free her wrist but his grip only got tighter. His eyes were getting a darker shade of blue , anger flashing in them.
“Let go of my hand !” Y/N screamed at him. A moment later he let go of her hand and she stormed out of the room , hearing Kai’s footsteps right behind her. Clearly he wasn’t going to let go that easily. She reached the bedroom , nearly slamming the door shut in his face , but as usual he was faster than her and pushed his way through the door before she’s had the chance to slam it shut. He grabbed her wrist again , spinning her around and pulling her closer to him placing her hand on his chest where his heart was. Kai’s heart was racing ,  his lips a thin line. 
“You think it was easy for  me to get up and leave knowing I may never see you again?” he said angrily. “What I did , I did because I am in love with you and didn’t want to cause you any pain … I see now it was the wrong thing to do , but I will be damned if after all this I lose you.” he said angrily. “ You are the best thing that has happened to me …” his voice softening. He leaned in closer resting her forehead on hers , locking eyes with her. “I love you and I’m sorry for hurting you like that.”
Y/N’s heart was beating faster than ever and her breathing was starting to get shallow. It happened every time Kai was standing this close to her … but she couldn’t let him off the hook that easily.
“Say something …” he said his voice low.
“You put me through hell today , Kai.” she said. “It’s going to take a lot more than an ‘I’m sorry’ to fix this.”
“I will make you forgive me…” he said with a devilish smirk on his face.

Y/N looked at him confused and the next second Kai had pushed her onto the bed and climbed on top of her , his finger tips tracing the inside of her tight. His lips leaving sloppy kisses on the way up. Kai pinned her hands up and leaned in gazing in her eyes for a moment before kissing her passionately. His body firmly pressed against hers , his touch making her feel as if she was on fire. A soft moan escaped her lips. Kai smiled and loosened the grip on her hands and she took advantage , her hands sliding down his back. She gripped on his shirt pulling it up and a moment later Kai stood in front to of her shirtless.
“Oh , I hate you …” Y/N muttered as she pulled him back down kissing him , letting all her emotions go into the kiss.
“No , you don’t … ” he whispered , his hands on her hips.
Kai somehow always made her feel like mush. Even when she was angry at him she wasn’t really angry at him and it was nearly impossible to say NO to him because he knew exactly how to push her buttons to get what he wanted. Kai had found his way into her bloodstream.
No. she thought and pushed him off of her and just laid on the bed next to him trying to catch her breath.
“You drive me crazy , Y/N.” he whispered in her ear.
A few moments passed in silence , as she was deciding what to do.
“Kai , this … You can’t keep doing this every time you mess up.” she said starting to get up but he pulled her back onto the bed. Her heart beating faster than before.
“Why are you making it so hard to be mad at you?” she whispered.
“Does that mean you are not mad at me anymore ?” he said brushing her cheek , their lips almost touching.
“No , I am not.” she said smiling. “But don’t ever do that again. If something happens to you … I won’t be able to go on.”
“I promise.” Kai said softly ,  pulling her closer to him.

 *   *   *

Y/N’s phone buzzed on the nightstand. She tried to ignore it but it kept buzzing. Reluctantly she reached and grabbed it. There were like 10 text messages from Elena , Stefan , Matt , even from Damon each of them saying the same thing.

Bonnie is back.


Imagine taking your son to visit Henry on set.

Words: 591

“Are we almost there?”

Trying to keep up with your six-year-old son, you nearly trip over your heels as he yanks you forward. You’re being drug through the studio, trying to keep up with the security guard escorting you through the building. It’s only seven-thirty in the morning, yet both you and Tobias are fully awake. After landing late last night, you two managed to grab a few hours of sleep in Henry’s hotel room. Henry himself hadn’t returned to the room. His late and early shootings meant he was forced to stay somewhere closer for the evening.

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fight me (baekhyun) part i
word count: 1210 w.
genre: fluff
summary: you landed a babysitting job in desperate need for money. it was going great until you met his older brother or should you say your high school enemy. 

“Mom, I don’t get why you’re wasting money for a babysitter. I mean, I’m right here, your other son. Byun Baekhyun.” Baekhyun snapped, arms crossed over his chest. His mom rolled his eyes before leveling down to Jaemin and giving her youngest a kiss on the forehead. Baekhyun has been trying to convince his mom that he was fully capable of taking care of Jaemin while she was away. Besides, it was his job as the eldest but his mom thought otherwise thinking that leaving Baekhyun alone with Jaemin would mean the siblings unintentionally setting the house on fire.

Neither wanted that, of course.

She grabbed her bag then turning around to face her son who was now plastering an adorable pout. His mom chuckled lightly, “Baekhyun, I know you’re already a college student and all, but honey, no one’s gonna believe you’re in college when you’re acting like this.”

“I assure you nothing will happen to Jaemin. Just,” Baekhyun released a heavy sigh, “Don’t hire a babysitter. You know how uncomfortable I am with strangers.”

“Relax. She’s just about your age. I’m sure she’ll do fine.” Baekhyun’s mom enveloped him into a hug. Baekhyun loved how his mom would always give him warm hugs before she left for business trips. And before going to the university. And sometimes, before he went to bed which in his situation was nearly impossible judging from the numerous homeworks he has everyday.

It was quite impossible to distinguish who really was the baby in the house. Baekhyun has been the only child for twenty-two years and somehow, he got spoiled by his parents especially by his mom. To his surprise, Jaemin was conceived right before he entered university. It was queer how his mom got pregnant. Baekhyun preferred stick with what he knows and to not dig deeper with the issue.

A loud door bell chimed through the hallways of the house. Jaemin immediately stood up from his playing mat and dropped his Transformer robots on the mat. Jaemin was always the giddy one. “I’ll get it!”

Jaemin opened the door only to gasp at the sight. He clutched his hands to his chest emitting a hearty laugh from you. “Wow, noona is so pretty!”

“Noona, come play with me! You should meet hyung. He always plays with me.” Jaemin practically dragged you inside in an instant. He shoved his robot toys to your hands before you even had the chance to set your bag down. But Jaemin was awfully cute and ecstatic for his age and you didn’t have the heart to reject the little guy.

“Jaemin, what did I tell you about dragging people?”

You felt goosebumps covering your entire arm the moment you heard that voice. That soft, velvety voice that let out boisterous high pitched laughs that annoyed the crap out of you. That same voice that sabotaged your what seemed to be an almost high school love life. There was only one person that owned it.

You turned around meeting Baekhyun’s gaze. He was obviously shocked as well as he almost lost his grip on the tray filled with a pitcher of orange juice and several glasses. You wanted easy money through babysitting for the sake of seeing your precious idols on their upcoming concert. Not this. This was not something you were expecting at all.

Baekhyun quickly regained his composure. “Oh, it’s you. Long time no see, witch.”

“Right back at ‘ya,” you rolled your eyes at the mockery dripping his voice. If you were to point out which part of Baekhyun was the worst, his voice would be number one on the list.

“So you’re the babysitter, huh? You sure you can handle Jaeminnie here? He’s quite a handful.” Baekhyun placed the tray on the table in front of you. You poured yourself some orange juice before answering, “I believe you’re the one who’s quite a handful, Baekhyun.”

“Ah ah ah, don’t get so snarky now, sweetheart. Remember, I’m the one who’s in charge around here.” Baekhyun took a seat on the couch adjacent to you and leaned back, spreading his arms around the sides. It’s been four years since you’ve last seen this jerk and he still has his cocky attitude intact.

You were about to retort a sassy remark but you held your lips from doing so as soon as you spotted Baekhyun’s mom standing by the doorway. She was all ready to go with her baggage in one hand and her handbag on the other. You plastered a lovely grin and bowed as a sign of respect. “Hello, Mrs. Byun. Thanks for hiring me as Jaemin’s babysitter. I’ll do my best, don’t you worry.”

Baekhyun’s mom extended her hand, patting your shoulder. “Actually, you’ll be babysitting Jaemin and Baekhyun.”

Baekhyun was taken aback by his mom’s words. He whined, “Mom!

“Kidding, kidding.” She turned to you and sent out a secret wink. Baekhyun groaned at his mom’s actions. This was a complete embarrassment for him.

The rolling of wheels from her luggage echoed through the stone pathways. She gave each one of her son a peck on the cheek and gave you a few reminders to keep in mind. She wanted to make sure that nothing crazy will happen to her boys in a span of three days. When Baekhyun and Jaemin was walking back inside, she leaned into you and whispered, “Ring me when there’s some kind of emergency. And by the way, you’re the one in charge.”

“I’ll be back in a few days,” she waved before entering the cab.

You were caught off guard when Jaemin suddenly intertwined his fingers with yours. The kid has a habit of dragging people and you thought it was cute and not entirely obnoxious.

“Noona, let’s play! I’m gonna introduce you to Bumblebee!” You wanted to pinch his cheeks so hard but you weren’t quite close with him yet. You breathed, “Okay but I want to meet Optimus Prime first. Is that cool with you?”

“Most girls in my school don’t know Optimus Prime. Noona really is the best.” You loved how Jaemin’s eyes sparkled as you got a grip on his interest.

Little did you know, Baekhyun is already vexing you from afar. Annoyance was heating up his insides. For the first time in his life, Jaemin’s affection was splitting into two and it was ticking him off. He is Jaemin’s favorite. Not anybody else. Especially not you.

Baekhyun grabbed Jaemin’s free hand, also intertwining his fingers like what Jaemin did to you. You raised your brows in confusion. Baekhyun crouched down to his baby brother’s level. “Noona’s kind of busy since she’ll do the dishes.”

Jaemin’s bright smile faded. “Wanna play with hyung?”

With no time to reply to his hyung, Jaemin was now the one getting dragged by Baekhyun. And you thought he was the mature one. You knew he had a thing for hogging attention and it showed just right now. Jaemin was his weak spot and now that you have the upper hand, it was payback time for Baekhyun’s wild antics back in high school.

Baekhyun officially waded into war and you, on the other hand, was prepared for battle.

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Soul Mate 30

“The voice you hear your thoughts in is your soulmate’s but you don’t know who they are until you hear them speak for the first time." 

A/N: This is it, this is the end. UNBELIEVABLE! Wow, thanks for this wonderful journey, my dudes! Thought I’d point out that I incorporated a few ideas from those of you who sent in some good ideas to add to this. In case it confuses you, Ben is called Ben when around family/friends, but Kylo when he’s amongst himself. Any who, under the star line is an alternate universe where it’s modernized (thank you to the anon for that idea!) BTW, can’t believe this fic hit over 100K words, over 1000+ notes, 400+ kudos on AO3, and endless love and feedback from you guys! I LOVE YOU ALL! [GIF NOT MINE]

Word Count: 6.6K+

Warning: You know what, you’re probably gonna cry.



One whole day: twenty four hours, two minutes, seven seconds. Kylo pondered upon the ticking clock in his mind, the overwhelming reminder that you weren’t coming back. If he was so lucky enough–a man as troubled as himself–to have the stars bring him back to life…why couldn’t you have been lucky, too? The guilt fed on him, if he hadn’t saved you then, you wouldn’t be dead now. Or would you? That house fire was disastrous, but at the same time, if the First Order hadn’t infiltrated your home planet, you still would’ve been fine, living on your own without a single worry of death. Yet, Kylo stood there, blaming himself. He shouldn’t have left you all those years ago, he shouldn’t have allowed Snoke to deceive him. He was never meant for the Dark Side, yet, he wasn’t meant for the Light either. Kylo pained, he pained over his past, the life he had, and the two lives he lost–their blood in his own hands. Even if he hadn’t literally killed you, in his mind, he metaphorically had. But, Kylo took in a deep breath and appreciated the little he now had, although he had lost you and his father and possibly himself…he still had his mother, and his mother was good enough. Because in the end, he never felt the slightest of hate for Leia.

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{A Little} A Sebastian Stan Imagine

I heard the Skype ring out from my laptop, hoping to God that it was finally her. We had a terrible time connecting with conflicting  schedules and the whole matter of being in different countries. Ever since I had arrived in Ireland, it was nearly impossible to talk to her.

I clicked to connect and finally saw her beautiful face. “Hey, babe,” I said and she smiled. I noticed she looked exhausted. “You okay?,” I asked her as I leaned in a little closer. She took a deep breath and smiled again. “Tired, but I’m fine,” she said, “but it’s totally worth it finally getting to see you.” “God, you too, lubirea mea,” I told her with a smile.

We talked for awhile about work and other things going on before she let out a big yawn. “Shit, draga, I’m sorry to keep you up. Get some sleep. We can talk later.” She laughed and said, “if you say so.” I leaned in a little closer again to take in a good look at her and asked  the same thing I always did before we hung up, “cât de mult mă iubești?” (How much do you love me?) She gave me a little laugh and said what she knew would get a laugh out of me, “eh, a little.”