this was so pretty i had to gif it help

A/N This is my first Harry Hook and Descendants imagine. I hope this is okay. I’ve only seen the second movie once so I wasn’t quite sure how to write him. Also, I know that Harry is slightly mad so he’s pretty OOC in this. Either way, I hope you enjoy it. ALSO, this imagine does have a different storyline than the actual movie.

Summary: Harry helps Ben, reader, and the VK’s escape the Isle, and in return is brought back to Auradon with them. Requested by @sgarrett49

Warnings: minor spoilers

Harry Hook

If there was one thing you especially didn’t expect when you went to the Isle to bring Mal back, it was to bring another VK back with you.

Harry Hook, the son of Captain Hook, had redeemed himself; he’d helped you all escape and had even went against his own pirate crew and captain; Uma. He had even rescued you when you were cornered by three pirates. For some reason, when he looked at your terrified face, he couldn’t help but go against his entire code and help you. And as you all left, Ben allowed him to get into the limo alongside the rest of his and Mal’s rescue team.

Now, just a few hours after the fight against the gang of pirates, you were dressed in the beautiful gown Evie had designed for you at cotillion. You stood on the sidelines and watched with a small smile as everyone danced on the ship that cotillion was being held in. There was a shallow pool of water that Uma had splashed into the ship after she attacked, but no one cared as they all splashed and dance after the events that had just happened.

“Now, what’s a beaut’ like you doing by herself at a party like this?” You suddenly heard a deeply accented voice ask. You jumped slightly in surprise, turning to look at Harry with a hand over your heart. “Harry! Don’t scare me like that,” you laughed nervously. He smirked, gently grabbing your hand that laid over your heart with his hook, pulling it up to his mouth. He kissed your knuckles, watching your eyes widen and your face blush as he did so. “My apologies, love.”

“I-it’s okay,” you stuttered, watching as he stood straight once more and let go of your hand. You looked back toward the dance floor, shoving a piece of wet hair behind your ear,“Im surprised you showed up, I didn’t think it was your scene. N-not that it can’t be, I just- uh, I just didn’t think you’d want to-”

He put a finger over your lips to stop you from talking, your eyes widening in shock. “I understood, dear.” He moved his finger away from your smooth lips,“But, I couldn’t miss a chance to see you in a gown.” You blushed once again,“Oh.”

He smirked at you, his eyes as daring as ever, and held out a hand to you,“Would you care to dance?” Your mouth opened in shock,“You want to dance with me?”

He nodded with a grin,“‘Course, that’s why I asked, dear.” You hesitated, but then as a new song started over again you decided why not? He did save you, after all. You placed a hand in his outstretched one, and shyly looked up at him,“Fine, just one dance. I do have to warn you, I’m not a very good dancer.” He chuckled as he hooked his Hook onto his belt loop so that he had both hands,“Thats alright, love. I’ll teach you.”

You stood on the dance floor, one hand in his and the other on one of his shoulders. He placed a hand on your hip, and your close proximity caused you to blush. You didn’t know why you were blushing so much, maybe it was because he was so handsome. No one could deny that. His eyes were a perfect, bright shade of blue that his eyeliner made even brighter, and his smile was gorgeous.

Harry also couldn’t deny that your gentleness and goodness intrigued him. How could someone be so beautiful, yet so sweet? How is it that he thought everyone in Auradon would be so unaccepting to the villains on the Isle, to him, yet all you’d done so far was accept him into your world (and he’d only been there a few hours). He was so angry about being abandoned, but when he looked at you he felt like… like he could actually be happy there.

The two of you began to dance to the music that played, a song not too upbeat but also not too slow. You grimaced when you stepped on his foot,“Sorry.” He only grinned,“It’s alright, Y/N. I’ve felt much worse.” With a frown at his words, you looked up at him. He was already looking down at you, a soft gaze in his eyes. “I’m sorry,” you muttered. He shook his head softly,“Don’t apologize, its not your fault. Plus, I have a feeling I’m going to be a lot happier here… hopefully with you by my side.”

Your eyebrows furrowed lightly,“Why are you being so nice to me? I mean, no offense, but it’s not at all what I expected.”

You allowed him to spin you outwards, and then into his arms. One arm still held yours as he held you close to him, swaying softly. He leaned down so that his mouth was right next to your ear. “There’s just something about you that hooks me in,” he practically purred, his voice causing you to shiver. He spun you back at again, and the two of you went back to your original position. The song ended, and your eyes were glued onto his,“You mean it?”

He nodded,“Every word.”

You looked down at your feet for a moment nervously before looking back up. You hesitated, before gently pressing your lips onto his cheek,“I’d love to get to know you better, Harry.” You backed away, letting go of his hand and shoulder before walking off. You looked over your shoulder at him, giving him a sweet smile for just a moment.

He sighed, wondering how you’d already begun to change him in only a few hours,“What’ve you done to me, Y/N.”

You already knew you were going to regret this decision from the start. But then again, you didn’t think it was right to let life move on without letting Harry know about the teensy-weensy, very little crush you had on him. You thought you had been subtle all these years, you thought you had your emotions all under control and that not even the FBI could figure out that you liked Harry. You didn’t know this, but you were very much wrong because everyone knew. Absolutely everyone knew about your feelings towards Harry, even Harry knew about your feelings towards him! Except you didn’t know that Harry and everyone else in the entire bloody world were aware of your more than little crush. (You had always been an oblivious person.) 

“You should buy dinner fo’ me first before dragging me into the bedroom, love.” You had thrown a house party mainly to celebrate the success of Harry’s new album, but also because you needed an excuse to get wasted so that confident Y/N would come out to play. 

“Hush. I just needed to talk to you about something. Something very, very important!” You smiled nervously, shutting the door behind you and trailing behind Harry to sit down on the edge of the bed. “I’ve kept this from you for a while now, and I don’t think it’s fair of me to not tell you. I don’t want this to make everything super weird between us because it’s a totally normal thing and it’s not even a big deal.” 

“I knew you were a secret agent. Who do yeh work for?” Harry joked, pointing a finger at you accusingly before squinting his eyes. Only Harry would crack a joke at a time like this. 

“I… I, uh…” Considering the fact that you couldn’t piece words together to form a proper sentence, you knew you weren’t nearly drunk enough to tell Harry this. But it was too late! You dragged him into the bedroom and made a huge deal about how you had been wanting to tell him something for a long time, so you didn’t have a choice left. Just say it! I like you more than a friend should. I like you more than a friend should. I like you more than a friend should. “I like you, but not in the best friend way, it’s more like the I-wanna-kiss-you-right-now kind of way.” Or you could say it like that. A+ for effort? 

“Oh, I know.” 

“And I’m sorry I didn’t let you know this, but I really wanted to, and-” You stopped midway through your little ramble, eyes widening as you looked up at Harry. “I’m sorry, you what?” 

“I know.” A shit-eating grin grew on Harry’s features before he was shrugging casually, reaching over to pick some lint off the duvet. He knew?? How did he know? You were sure you had been careful with the way you acted towards him but obviously, you hadn’t been a very good actor. Oh god. What if he didn’t like you back? Or what if he said he liked you back out of politeness? Harry was a polite person. He hated negativity so it made sense that he would lie to you about liking you. It was pretty obvious you had a million and one thoughts clambering around in your head, but you couldn’t help it! 

One thing you always hated about yourself was that you seemed to immediately shut off when someone expressed some form of affection towards you. You didn’t think it would happen in front of Harry, but it was definitely happening. You could practically feel your brain short-circuiting. Maybe if I tell him it’s just a prank he’ll back off. 

“Well, you don’t have to worry about it, because I don’t actually like you and this is just an elaborate scheme to-” 

“Y’know, I’m surprised it took you this long t’ tell me!” Harry clicked his tongue, pushing himself up off the mattress as he headed towards the door. “I figured you’d have to tell me sooner or later, but you really took your time, didn’t you?” 


“Because I’ve liked you for a long time, but everyone told me to wait for you to tell me, which was kind of torturous but thank bloody God you finally said something because I felt like I was going to explode!” Harry laughed lightly, twisting the doorknob with a click


“Anyways, I’m gonna head down and see what everyone else is up to. I know you’re probably still processing everything tha’s happening but if I don’ see yeh down there in five minutes I’ll give you a proper spank.” 

“Harry, I-” 

“And I’m allowed to say tha’ cos we’re practically dating.” 

Well, that was easy. 


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Just one chance 

(Zach Dempsey mini-series part I)

Part II Part III

A/N: One about Zach YAAAY! I hope you like it and if you’re wondering there will be more parts of this one.

Warnings: English is not my first language.


Words: 2.052


I had noticed. I noticed how he hoped to find that piece of paper in his compliment bag hanging on the wall next to the rest. Hoping to find that someone had written something that made him feel a little better, he didn’t lose hope that someday that bag would have something inside, he didn’t care how long it took.

I had stopped looking in my bag a long time ago; it wasn’t like I couldn’t use some nice words even though they came from an anonymous source that I would probably never know who it was. I had stopped looking inside because I never got any notes, so I decided to stop wasting my time and to stop feeling bad every time I looked inside.

Nevertheless I was surprised that someone like Zach Dempsey didn’t get a hundred of notes, after all he was the star player in the basketball team, he was friends with the popular people of the school, he was always in all the parties and I knew girls liked him, still he didn’t get any compliments in his bag.

I couldn’t help to feel bad for him, so I gather my things very slowly to be the last one in the class and I wrote a note for him, which I left in his compliment bag so the next day he would have something.

I didn’t write a love letter or something like that, it was something pretty simple, something that would make him feel better for the rest of the day; we all deserve to receive compliments from time to time.

A few days passed since the first note I wrote him and I had to admit that I loved how he reacted so I decided to write him a couple more for the next weeks, but I didn’t make it a daily thing.

One day while I was running to class, considering that I was late to first period. I was looking in my bag for my book and being the clumsy person that I am I ran into someone, luckily for me I didn’t fall backwards, that would had been even more embarrassing.

“Oh god, I’m so sorry, I wasn’t looking” I said as fast as I could while I bend down to get the book that I made that person drop.

I saw it was the biology book, the same one that I was looking for in my bag and when I looked to the owner I saw it was Zach and I thanked that it was him and not one of his stupid friends, because even though he hanged out with them Zach was so much nicer than all of them together.

“Don’t worry, are you ok?” he asked grabbing his book and smiling for some reason.

“Yeah, I’m fine, I’m just really bad at walking without running into people” I joked putting my bag on my shoulder “I was looking for my bio book but it seems that I forgot it at home” I sighed “but it doesn’t matter, see you in class” I added walking to the classroom, I didn’t want to get even more late.

“Wait!” he exclaimed making me turn in his direction with a surprised expression on my face “we can walk together and if you want you can sit with me and I’ll share my book with you” I couldn’t help the frown on my forehead. Zach was definitely kind, but not to this level, he was socializing voluntary with me, someone who wasn’t even close to his little world or the people in that world, it was odd.

“Okay… thank you” I answered trying to sound convinced. He reached me and we started walking to class together “how it is that you’re late to bio? You’re always the first one there” I added realizing he was late to his favourite class.

When I didn’t get any answer I looked in his direction and I saw him smiling again, this time even wider. We got to class so I wasn’t going to get any response to my question.

The class went by as usually, this was one of the few classes I liked, I liked to consider myself a person of letters, but I was good at everything in general, even though I hated all the subjects related to science or maths, that’s why it was something unusual that I liked this one in particular and that was the reason why I was always dazed in the teacher’s explanations, but not this time. I couldn0t stop looking to Zach and see how he took notes of everything and how he knew all the answers to the teacher’s questions, even though he just answered them in his notebook and not out loud. I guess that being good at something not related to sports wasn’t “cool”.

Unluckily for me Zach caught me staring and I tried to hide my smile, but it was impossible, I just looked in the teacher’s direction and started to take notes.

“You’re better at this than I thought” I whispered while I was writing the things that I saw in the blackboard.

“That means you knew I was already good at this” he answered looking at me all the time.

That answer was as odd as the rest of things that were happening with him this morning.

“Well, we have this class in common, why wouldn’t I know you’re good at it?” I asked looking at him again.

“Just an observation” there it was again, that smile, the third time I got that smile.

The bell was close to rang when Mr. Porter came into the classroom and I knew he was there for me, I just had to wait to hear my name and see how everyone looked at me.

When he did it I looked at Zach, who was looking at me with something like surprise and concern. I just grabbed my things and followed Mr. Porter to his office.

“I know why you have called me here” I said before he could even start “and I just have to say that everything is ok, I’m fine” I added with my usual tone.

“Your parents don’t think the same, they seem really concern”

“well, they are parents, when you have kids you’re life turns into an endless hole of worries, but I’m fine, I don’t know what they’ve told you, but I know exactly how I feel, can I go now?” the bell rang, great I was going to be late for second period too.

“How do you feel? I’d like to know it so that way I can help you”

“Why do you want to talk about it? To make me feel bad? I’ve said I know how I feel, it doesn’t mean I want to talk about it”

“If you don’t talk about it you won’t be able to solve it”

“This is a waste of time” I said standing and taking my bag. I was in a good mood this morning, but not anymore, thanks to this stupid “try to talk about your feelings”.

“(Y/N) wait” Mr. Porter stood like he was going to follow me, but he didn’t, I walked out of his office without looking behind and I let a big sigh leave my chest.

I started walking to communication class when I heard a certain voice calling me; I turned in his direction with surprise in face again.

“Is everything ok?” Zach asked coming to me.

“Yes, what are you doing here?” I needed to know the answer to that question, because we weren’t friends, we just had a few classes together and now all of the sudden he’s worried about me.

“I just wanted to make sure everything was fine” when I heard how sincere he sounded I felt something I had never felt before, it was like something inside me was completed and I just smiled widely.

“That’s really nice of you” I mumble “Thank you”

We remained silence, I didn’t know what else to say and he looked like he wanted to continue talking, like there was something he wanted to tell me and just when I was about to turn in the opposite direction he talked.

“Would you like to go to Monet’s some time?” he sounded almost nervous. Like if he was exposed to a terrible danger.

I looked at him, confusion all over my face, I was trying to make sense to the fact that he wanted to go out with me, I didn’t want to think he was playing with me, like it was some kind of bet with his friends, that would be really painful.

“Zach… I don’t want you to misunderstand this, but… why?” his expression didn’t change.

“I don’t know, you seem interesting and I’d like to get to know you better” now I was totally amazed.

“Is this some kind of bet you want to win? Because if it is-“

“No!” he said stopping me “no, no bets” I think he realized then why I have my doubts “I promise you it’s nothing like that”

“Then why are you interested suddenly? We’ve been in the same classes since freshman year and we have never had a real conversation, we’re from different worlds and I know you’re nothing like your friends, because if you were I wouldn’t even be talking to you, but when you’re with them… I don’t know, you’re not like this, I guess…”

“I get it, I have a reputation, but give me a chance to prove you that I’m not like that, and you won’t regret it”

“I’ll accept if you tell me the real reason behind this interest”

He stopped for a second, maybe thinking if he wanted to talk about it or not.

“I know you are the one who has left notes in my compliment bag” I opened my mouth to say something, but words didn’t come to me, I was speechless, I didn’t know if I should deny it or tell the truth “You’re not the only one who notice things, you know? I’ve notice how much you enjoy when we are in literature, how you are in your own world when you are bored, how much you like animals” I was blushing by the second “you like bio even though science is not your favourite area and how you laugh even when the jokes aren’t funny at all”

I couldn’t believe how much he noticed me, I always thought no one looked in my direction and that was why I felt so comfortable doing my things.

“How… how do you know the notes were mine?” I whispered, trying to recover myself form the things he had said to me.

“Because I know you’re the only one who knows how much I like bio” he answered giggling “and in your first note you wrote how cute I look when I’m paying attention in bio and that you think I looked happier there than playing basketball”

“That could be anyone…”

“That’s what I thought at first, but you have confirmed my doubts today” he said laughing at my recently shyness “Thank you for the notes by the way”

“Compliments are necessary” I said trying to change the subject.

“Then what do you say, do you want to go to Monet’s some day?” I wasn’t entirely sure about this, I really wanted to believe him, but I couldn’t stop thinking that maybe this was just a game and I think he knew how insecure I felt “I get you have doubts, I just ask for one chance”

“Ok, I’ll go out with you” I said almost cutting him, if I thought about it more I’ll change my mind and I wouldn’t give him a change to prove he had good intentions.

His expression change suddenly, he smiled brightly and I tried to hide mine but it was impossible, I looked in other direction so he couldn’t see it, but I think my attempt was useless.

“I promise you won’t regret it” he said thrilled “do you want to go to the library? We are already really late to class anyways”

“Sure, and you can help me with something I don’t understand in bio” I said walking by his side to the library.

“Of course”

To say you were craving sugar was an understatement. You had just finished raiding your kitchen and when you came up empty handed in your search for sweets you could’ve nearly broken down into tears. You were making your way into the living room with a pout on your face when you saw it.

“Ah my love, you wanna come cuddle on tha couch?” You weren’t really listening to him, you were more focused on the pint of ice cream that Harry had between his hands. You quickly plopped down next to him making him laugh as you snuggled up closer to him.

“Harry where did you get that?” He looked down at the ice cream in his hands as you started to reach for the spoon he was currently not using. He quickly moved the sweet treat out of your reach making your mouth once again fall into a pout.

“Oh no ya don’t! Last time I shared my ice cream with you I got left with all the minty bits and all the chocolate was gone!” You just rolled your eyes as you reached over him in attempt to grab the ice cream from his outstretched arm.

“Don’t be so dramatic Harry, I just want a bite.” You heard Harry laugh as you were now practically in his lap trying to get the ice cream from his hand. You let out an annoyed sigh as you reached up one more time in efforts to grab the container that held the sweet treat you were craving so badly.

“Psh, a bite my love is one spoonful.” He slowly lowered his arm as his free one wrapped around your waist and pulled you down onto his lap. “But your version of a bite means that in a matter of minutes my ice cream will be half gone.” You rolled your eyes as you turned yourself around so your back was against his chest.

“Well when I like something I just can’t help myself.” You stated causing Harry to laugh lightly as his arm wrapped tighter around your waist. “Can I please just have a bite Harry, I’ve been craving sweets.” You turned your head as you gave him your sweetest smile making him roll his eyes.

“Fine,” you couldn’t help but giggle in delight as Harry handed you the ice cream. “One bite.” He added as you turned your attention to the pint of ice cream that was now in your hands. You quickly crossed your legs while still sitting in Harry’s lap, Harry wrapped his other arm around your waist giving you a light squeeze as he placed a sweet kiss to your neck.

“Not now Harry,” you felt him smile against your skin. “I’m trying to eat.” You felt him laugh against your neck causing you to squirm as his breath hit your skin.

“Oh there is more ice cream in the freezer my love,” your eyes widened as his words hit your ears. “I just hid it from you.” You almost dropped the spoon that was in your hand, you snapped your head to the side so you could look at him.

“You hid it from me?” Your tone was playful but Harry knew by the way your eyebrows were so close together that you were slightly annoyed. “Why would you hide my ice cream? You know how much I love it.” Harry couldn’t help but just roll his eyes at you as you placed another spoonful of ice cream into your mouth.

Harry knew what you were doing, he wasn’t new to your games. He knew this was how you were trying to distract him so you could finish off his treat before he had a chance to eat anymore of it. Harry quickly just placed a sweet kiss to your cheek as you turned your attention to the television.

“Pretty woman,” he whispered in your ear. “One of our favorites.” He brought you closer to him as he twisted your bodies to he was now leaned against the armrest of the couch and you could spread your legs out between his.

“You have good taste in ice cream,” you stated as you placed the now empty container on the floor next to the couch, Harry just shook his head when he saw you lick the spoon before putting inside the container as well. “And in movies, I’m one lucky girl.” You added as you snuggled into Harry a bit more resting your head on his chest as his arms found their way to your middle.

“Yes one lucky girl indeed.” You felt him kiss the top of your head leaving his lips there for a moment. You loved having cuddles on the couch with Harry while the two of you watched a movie, you loved it even more when it involved ice cream.

Imagine building IKEA furniture with Chris.

A/N: This is a request from @brobrobreja. I’m so sorry it took so long, the mini-series had my hands pretty tied. I hope you like it! X

You sat on the other side of the bedroom, the instruction manual for your new bed frame in your hand. You giggled softly at the cartoon man who looked as clueless as the both of you, wondering if you should do as he did; call IKEA for help. Of course you couldn’t because your boyfriend, Chris believed he was more than capable of installing the bed frame himself. You looked up at him and bit back your smile when you saw him narrow his eyes at a strange metal piece, muttering cuss words under his breath.

“What does the manual say?” He quizzed as he looked up at you. “Where does this piece go?” He held up the strange metal piece and you studied it for a moment before looking back down at the manual. “Well?” He asked after a few minutes of silence.

“Beats me,” you looked up and shrugged; he chuckled wearily and shook his head. “What?” You giggled. “I told you I’m not good at these things, why do you think I called you?” He sighed and got to his feet, dodging loose pieces on your bedroom floor as he made his way over to you.

“Give me that,” he took the manual from you then settled on the floor behind you with his legs on either side. “You’re lucky you’re cute, Y/N.” You smiled and leaned back against him, resting your cheek against his bearded face. “Let’s see,” he studied the manual, his arm absentmindedly draped around your waist. “Well, it looks like that metal piece goes…Hm,” he hummed with pursed lips. “Maybe it’s meant to go in the joint?”

“Maybe you should just let me call the staff at IKEA,” you whispered then kissed his jawline when he chuckled. “We’ve been doing this for hours and we still haven’t made any progress. It’s eight-thirty and we haven’t had food, can we just order some takeout and call IKEA in the morning?”

“What are we going to sleep on tonight then?”

“You do realize a bed frame is just to prop the mattress up, right?” You teased him and he rolled his eyes, smiling. “It doesn’t change the fact that a mattress is still a mattress. Just leave the mess here and we’ll sleep out in the living room, it’ll be like camping except without the yucky stuff.”

“You mean nature?” He quizzed, chuckling.

“You know it,” you winked and got off the ground. “I’m going to go order some food, what are we feeling tonight?” He shrugged, giving you one of those ‘you pick’ faces. “Well, I feel like Chinese so- General Chang’s it is then.” You held out a hand for him to take so you could pull him to his feet. “Coming?”

“I’ll come when the food gets here, I just want to give this another shot.” He told you, returning his gaze to the manual. “I mean- it’s just a bed frame,” he looked up at you when he heard you chuckle, “how hard can it be to figure out? I’m Captain America, for crying out loud,” he said and tried not to laugh when you did.

“Okay Cap,” you kissed the top of his head. “I’ll come get you when the food’s here.”

Forty-five minutes later, the food arrived and Chris still hadn’t made progress with your bed frame. When you went into your bedroom to get him, his head was hung in defeat. “I don’t wike it,” he imitated his nephew’s catchphrase, making you laugh.

“C'mon Cap,” you grabbed his hands and pulled him to his feet. “Let it go,” you told him as you wrapped an arm around his waist; his arm draped around your shoulder as the two of you made your way out into the living room. “We’ll call the guy in the morning.”

“IKEA should really have better instruction manuals,” he muttered bitterly. “There is no way anyone can build anything from that dumb sheet of paper. It doesn’t even have instructions, there are just numbers and pictures.”

“Let it go,” you chuckled, rubbing his back.

“We wouldn’t have this problem if you’d just move in with me,” he mumbled into your hair; he was a little nervous about bringing up the subject again, the first decline was a little gut wrenching. You stopped walking and he stopped with you, wincing when you looked up at him. “I know you want to be independent and this place is nearer to work-”

“Those are the real reason I won’t move in with you, Chris,” you confessed then pressed your lips together when he narrowed his eyes. “I just-” you began then huffed. “I don’t think you realize what moving in together means.”

“Living together instead of living separately?”

“Funny,” you slapped his arm, biting back your smile when he chuckled. “I’m talking about the reality of it, like are you sure you’re going to be okay coming home to my face all day every day? What if we have a big fight and you can’t get any space from me? What if you just want some down time with your guys and I’m in the way? What if you decide-” He cut you off, pressing his lips against yours.

“My biggest wish is to come home to your face all day every day, Y/N,” he told you, smiling. “And you should know by now that the last thing I want is space when we fight, it just makes the problem bigger. As for downtime with my guys?” He chuckled. “I’d love for you to be there. Always, because you are my girl and there is no one I’d rather spend time with.” You smiled and he chuckled, “any other concerns you need me to address?”

“What if you decide I’m much too annoying to live with?”

“You’re annoying all the time,” he poked your side, laughing when you scoff. “But I’m still here, aren’t I?” He quizzed, sliding his arms around your waist and to your lower back. “C'mon, move in with me. I have proper furniture there, nothing that needs assembling.” He teased and you chuckled. “We’re going to be living together when you marry me,” he reminded you and you smiled, feeling your cheeks heat up at that. “Why not just get a head start? C'mon,” he pressed when you smiled, “it’ll be fun.”

“Fine,” you gave in, smiling. “Let’s move in together.”

“Yes!” He cheered and hugged you. “It’s going to be great, I’ll hire a moving truck ASAP.”

“Just out of curiosity,” you teased him as you broke the hug, wrapping your arms around his neck as his hands moved to your hips. “What makes you so sure I’m going to marry you?”

“My wonderful furniture assembling skills, of course.”

Just the Beginning

Summary: The reader is tired of Bucky treating her like some pawn in his own game. When the reader finally decides to do something about it, the game changes all together. 

Word Count: 867

Authors note: I’m getting my computer fixed and wanted to make sure I had something for you guys incase it takes awhile!! Of course this is SMUT FILLED! I couldn’t help myself when I thought about Bucky having a name kink;)

      You’d been waiting to train with Bucky for about ten minutes now. To be honest, the only reason you were doing this was because Steve. 

     The last mission had been pretty rough, and Steve believed that Bucky could help you be more experienced for the next one. 

     The only problem was that you didn’t exactly get a long with Bucky. it wasn’t that he was an awful person, but he was damn cocky.

    He’d always make little remarks, acting as if you were madly in love with him. He’d find little ways to touch you, and when you’d look at him with wide eyes he’d just be sitting there with a grin on his face. 

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You casually entered Eddie’s trailer, not really caring if you caught him in the middle of getting dressed or getting undressed. You knew he wouldn’t mind either way. The two of you had already seen what the other looked like without clothes due to the intense sex scene you two had filmed days prior. You giggled silently to yourself at the thought of how nervous and shy you were when you had read the script and realized that you would have to be completely stark naked in front of a really good friend. 

You had met Eddie years ago and formed a great friendship with several linked films together This one, however, was the first that the two of you would be lead roles with each other. It was also a first for you to film a sex scene, Eddie on the other hand had done so many of them, it didn’t seem to phase him when you causally brought it up. Making you feel ten times as nervous because you felt that you too, shouldn’t feel weird. But, you did and quickly realized that it was a lot easier than you had expected and you could guess having Eddie poke fun in between takes had something to do with it. 

“[Y/N], so lovely for you to drop by.” There was humor kissing his words as he looked up from his spot on the couch with a book in his lap. 

You slumped down next to him, flickering a look. “I needed a friend.” 

A brow was quirked and the book closed as he shifted and placed it on the table beside him. “I’m always here when you need me, what’s wrong?” Concern washed over him as he turned to face you. 

Sighing, you too turned to face him. “This movie’s really got me thinking about life.” Propping your elbow on the back of the couch, you chewed on your lip. 

“Okay?” Eddie questioned, “And?” 

“And,” you started, “I feel like I’m never going to find someone to settle down with.” 

Eddie’s face twisted with slight amusement, “Is that what’s got you upset, [Y/N]?” Shaking his head, he chuckled. “You’re a lovely woman, [Y/N]. You’ve got a line of men just waiting.” 

Crossing your legs, you pouted. “I’d hardly call it a line, Eddie.” 

“Okay, a trickle.” He joked.

You playfully swatted at him, “Besides, none of them seem fit for me to settle down with. My clock is ticking, Eddie. Literally ticking down.” You gestured towards your lower abdomen. “I’ll be lucky to even have one kid.” 

“Love, you’re still young. Plenty of women who are older than you have carried.” Eddie murmured. 

“Fine, that partially solves one problem.” You sighed. “Why can’t I find a good trait in any of the guys I go out with? I used to go on dates all the time. What is wrong with me?” 

“Maybe you’re just looking for the right man.” Eddie firmly said, shrugging his shoulders, “Your subconscious is stepping in, I’d say. I can’t exactly say with a straight face that you’ve had a good track record.” 

“I’ll admit, I’ve dated some pretty shady guys in the past-”

“-darling, I hate to admit it but all of them were shady.” 

“Help me, then.” You halfway cried. “I just want to be happy and loved.” Running your hand through your hair, “Is that too much to ask.” 

“It’s not so easy but tell you what,” Eddie stood up, checked his watch and held out a hand for you to hold. “Let’s go to dinner, we’ve got a free night, might as well use it. I’ll show you the kind of traits to look for.” He gave you a genuine smile. 

Taking his hand, you chuckled. “Careful, Eddie. You might make me fall in love with you instead.” 

Firmly pulling you up, he pulled you in close. His voice low with a smirk on his lips. “That’s the plan, love. Let’s go.” 

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My first attempt at a RPF! I love Norman, but am nowhere near an expert on him, like I am with Jeffrey. 😜 So excuse my writing of him.

Jeffrey Dean Morgan x Reader x Norman Reedus

Word count ~ 3500

Warnings- a few swears, reader talks sex, nothing else in this part.

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 This was all new. A convention wasn’t anything I had ever experienced , especially one specifically for The Walking Dead, one of my all time favorite television shows. I always thought those conventions were for hardcore, borderline crazy, fans. Yet here I am, packing for my flight to Atlanta.

 I went all out, purchasing the most expensive “platinum” weekend tickets, I even booked the hotel that I had heard the celebrity guests were staying at. Only place I “skimped” on was buying only photo ops and autographs for my two guys, Jeffrey Dean Morgan and Norman Reedus.

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Imagine Chris being worried about you.

A/N: Part 2, yay! Not much to say here, just building things up for y'all. 😏 You can read the previous parts here - (Mini Series - Masterlist; Mini Series Spin-off - ‘Unexpected Reader - Masterlist’; ‘Chapter 2 - Little Ways Away: Part 1’) Enjoy. X

“Bet you thought I was going to answer the phone. Well, I’m not because I’m busy so-”

Chris hung up before your voicemail could finish talking, sighing because it was the seventh time he’d gotten your voicemail in three days. He was starting to get worried because he hadn’t spoken with you since Sunday, which was when he’d questioned if you were really okay and you’d lied to his face. The two of you agreed to have a proper conversation after that one, but it was yet to happen. Every time he called, you’d watch it ring and let it go to voicemail then text him back with an excuse as to why you couldn’t answer: “I’m in class.”, “I’m on my way to work.”, “I’m in the library.”, “Dodger and I are going for a walk.”, “Ava and I are on our way to a movie.”, “I have to call my mom.”, “I’m going grocery shopping.” Out of the seven times, you’d only told the truth twice about why you had to miss his call.

Now Chris didn’t know if he was really that unlucky and you were really that busy, or if you were avoiding him so you wouldn’t have to deal. You knew him, as well as he knew you, so you got what he meant when he said “I’ll call you tomorrow and have an actual conversation, okay?” The last thing you needed was a worried boyfriend- something Chris would’ve become if he’d confronted you and you’d broke down crying- so you decided it was better if you avoided him for a while. In your mind, it was a good idea because yes, he’d be worried, but he’d be less worried than if he knew the truth about your struggles. You knew he had enough on his plate with a project as big as Infinity War and that he didn’t need you to be on it too.

In your mind, you were being a thoughtful girlfriend; in Chris’, however, you weren’t. And though Ava knew how things would end if you didn’t reconsider your bad idea, she said nothing because since she spilled the beans to Chris- you’d politely asked her to stay out of your relationship. She agreed, of course, because as your best friend she’d always respect your decision- even if it was “a fucking stupid one.” That comment was unsaid because she knew you didn’t need a fight with her when a fight with Chris was obviously on its way. All of this, everything that was happening right now was the calm before the storm. Eventually Chris would get ahold of you and everything you thought you could avoid would come crashing down onto you.

“Bet you thought I was going to-”

“God dammit, Y/N,” Chris cussed as he slammed his phone onto the table; Sebastian looked up with a raised brow. “Sorry,” Chris muttered, rubbing his forehead. “I just-” he huffed, “I’m trying to get ahold of Y/N and she won’t pick up and I’m kind of freaking out. She’s clearly going through something, but she won’t talk to me about it. And I don’t- What the fuck is going through her mind?” Sebastian pursed his lips at Chris’ obvious frustration. “Does she think this is a good idea- to just avoid my calls like my worries are just going to disappear?”

“I think it’s a good idea to breathe, maybe?” Sebastian suggested and Chris took a slow, deep breath. “Okay, now that you have some oxygen in your lungs,” Sebastian teased then chuckled when Chris shot him a weary look. “Just relax, man. I’m sure everything’s fine and you’re just overreacting.”

“I am not overreacting, she-”

“That sounds like something someone who’s overreacting would say,” Sebastian cut him off with pursed lips and Chris rolled his eyes. “Oh come on, Chris,” Sebastian chuckled. “She’s a university student, what do you expect? Do you remember your university experience? 'Cause I do. Things get busy and chaotic and overwhelming, but it’s nothing that we couldn’t handle. So stop worrying so much, Y/N is a capable girl. If she’s not telling you things, maybe it’s because she can handle it.” Chris huffed and Sebastian sighed, “I know you feel like you have to protect her 'cause she’s younger than you, but maybe you’re being a little overbearing?”

Chris had nothing to say because Sebastian made some pretty solid points. Like you, he had a best friend to knock some sense into him, buff tense situations, and talk him out of some dumb decisions. Perhaps Sebastian was right, perhaps he was being a little overbearing. But he couldn’t help it, you were important to him and he knew you weren’t the kind of person who talked about things unless he pressed. That was one of the differences he’d found between you and your second person protagonist, you were more concern with how he saw you which meant you’d lie to him if you had to. He realized that the two of you really needed to discuss that before it became a bigger problem than it already was, and he knew it would because honesty and communication were two of the most important factors in a successful relationship. Clearly those were the areas the two of you lacked in considering everything that’d happened between the two of you.

“I’m sure she’ll talk to you when she’s ready,” Sebastian consoled. “Until then- I don’t think you should push her. I don’t know her as well as you, but I feel like she’s one of those girls who- y'know, the-more-you-push-the-further-she’ll-run? She seems like the type, and it’s not a bad type- it’s just tricky.” Chris sighed and nodded in agreement. “But she obviously cares about you, so don’t give up on her. After all, you don’t know what her reasons are. Maybe she doesn’t want you to worry and that’s why she’s not telling you anything.”

“I’m not going to give up on her.” Chris wasn’t sure about a lot, but he was sure about that. “She’s a puzzle, that one, but she’s one of those puzzles that when you figure it out and finish it-” he smiled when he thought about you, “it’s going to be beautiful and incredibly satisfying.” Sebastian found himself smiling at Chris’ smile; he was very happy for him friend, that was for sure. “And I know for a fact that she’s not telling me anything because she doesn’t want me to worry, that’s exactly the kind of person she is. But,” he sighed with a small smile, “that’s one of the many reason I love her. What?” Chris chuckled when he heard Sebastian chuckle.

“Nothing,” Sebastian shook his head. “I’m just- Y/N is the first girlfriend you’ve spoken so openly about.” Chris narrowed his eyes, but his smile remained on his lips because his friend was right. “You’ve never talked about any of your other girlfriends before- well, not when the relationship was still so new. But with Y/N? I mean- you keep photos of her in your trailer, you introduce us over FaceTime, you talk about her all the time and it is- This is a new side to you that we all love,” Sebastian admitted and Chris’ smile widened.

“Yeah, well-” Chris’ smile reached his eyes when he thought about the future he was planning to have with you. “She’s different.” Sebastian nodded, because obviously you were. “I know I can spend the rest of my life with her, and I want to. I really, really want to,” he admitted with a soft chuckle and Sebastian smiled. “I um- I just want her to live her life first, before she settles down with me. I don’t want her to miss out on anything, y'know?”

“That’s sweet,” Sebastian nodded. “I like her with you, I think we all do. She’s…” He trailed off, trying to find the right word then settled on what Chris used earlier, “different. But it’s the kind of different you want to welcome into your life.” Chris nodded in agreement. “I don’t know, I think you knocked it out of the park with Y/N. I haven’t met her in real life, but- I’m fairly confident about what I just said.”

“Me too,” Chris nodded with a smile.

“So try and remember what I said earlier, so you don’t do anything dumb to lose her,” Sebastian reminded him and they both chuckled. “'Cause man, Chris, you’d be a world class idiot to lose a girl as amazing as Y/N, who’s obviously perfect for you.”

“Believe me, I know,” Chris chuckled as his mind flitted back to the conversations he’d had with Ava, your mom and dad, your older brother, his mom, Scott, Carly, Shanna- literally his whole family, Kevin, Scarlett, Robert, both Chrises- basically everyone and anyone he’d spoken to about you. He didn’t need more people to tell him what he already knew; you were special and he wasn’t going to let you go. “You’re not the first person to tell me that.”

“Yet I’m sure I won’t be the last.”

“Yeah, me too,” Chris chuckled.

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Dean turned his head, sure he heard Emmarie screaming for him. He listened intently for a minute and finally decided he must have been hearing things.

“Daddy, help!” Came Emmarie’s little voice from somewhere within the bunker. Dean grabbed his gun and took off down the hall, his robe billowing behind him. He ran past Emmarie’s room and did not find her there. He slowed as he approached the dungeon, his gun leading the way.

When he stepped into the dungeon, he dropped his gun to his side and chuckled softly. Emmarie was standing in front of Sam wielding a sword. An actual sword. She was wearing her favorite princess dress and had Sam held at sword point and tied up, pretty securely.

“There you are, Daddy. I think Uncle Sam is a shifter. We might have to gank him,” she said seriously, eying Sam in the chair.

Dean couldn’t help but laugh. “There is one way to find out for sure,” Dean said brandishing a knife. “One little cut will tell us,” he added, the knife coming to rest in Sam’s heated skin.

Sam looked at Emmarie feigning innocence. These games they played always so serious. “Do it, Daddy,” she said seriously. She was one tough five year old.

“Emm, come on. I’m not a… OWW! Dammit Dean she wasn’t serious!” Sam yelped, jerking away from the knife.

“Looks like we’re safe,” you said as you left your perch at the door and walked toward Sam to free him. “You and Daddy have saved the day, sweetheart,” you smiled as you freed Sam. He got up, holding his cut arm.

“You better watch your back, Sammy,” Emmarie said pointing the sword at him and eyeing him suspiciously as he walked out of the dungeon.

“With a fierce hunter like you running around here, you bet I will,” Sam promised with a wink, leaving the room. Emmarie giggled and fist bumped Dean. “Thanks for the back up, daddy.”

“Anytime, princess,” Dean replied, stealing a kiss before she charged from the room to conquer the next monster she encountered.

So Genya was talking with Tsuki MC on the roof when Oboro came looking for him. She found Masamune instead.

“Your master went somewhere again?”
Oboro barked.
Then Masa smiled.
“Must be hard on you.”

MC was beside herself witnessing Masa smiling and being all tender to the dog. Because during the last few chapters she’d been introduced to him, he’d been pretty curt and pretty much had only said “Kojuro.” And Kojuro would take over, hahahaha.

Genya smiled and basically told her that Masa is mostly misunderstood. MC wondered if Masa reminded him of Sakuya (Genya mentioned he knew someone like Masa at one point).

I am melting!

I swear Genya’s storyline is filled with Oshu fluffy goodness. It’s a somewhat very satisfyingly voyeuristic while still dealing with MC’s status as nukenin bent on investigating and possibly taking revenge on Nobu while questioning Genya’s motive in helping her.

Yo, we need to keep SLBP afloat so eventually these shinobi baes will make their way here in English.

So clearly writing those two last night helped me sleep haha! Only have time for one before I have to get myself out the door today. Maybe more later tonight. This one is inspired by my own morning routine ;)

Despite the lack of normality in their lives as hunters, Dean, Sam, and Y/N had a pretty regular morning routine at the bunker.

Dean would generally make something for breakfast, while Sam took care of the coffee, and the newest addition was Y/N making smoothies.

These smoothies were really only consumed by Sam and Y/N for one reason only.

“Why the hell is it green?!” Dean was horrified the first morning Y/N made them.

She didn’t quite hear him over the whir of the blender so Sam just rolled his eyes. “Dude, we put kale in it.”

“Why would you do that? What’s wrong with just fruit and milk?”

“Because the other stuff is good for you and we found this combination the other day and wanted to try it.”

Switching the blender off, Y/N turned around to pour the mixture between two glasses. Immediately she saw the look of disgust on Dean’s face. “What?”

“He’s grossed out by the color.”

Taking a sip, she shook her head. “Oh these are actually pretty good.” Sam nodded in agreement. “You should try it Dean, you would have no idea there was even kale in it.”

Looking down at the glass held in front of him, he contorted his face. “Gross, no!”

Laughing again, Y/N joined Sam at the table. “You are such a baby you know that Dean? It seriously just tastes like fruit.”

After breakfast was over, it was Dean’s turn to clean the kitchen and that included the blender. Looking around to ensure he was alone, he dipped his finger into the mixture that was left behind. Pulling his finger from his mouth, he muttered to himself. “Not bad.”

Y/N had been quietly standing in the door way and watched as he tasted the smoothie. When he’d placed it into the sink to wash she came up beside him. “I saw that, you liked it didn’t you?”

Dean whipped around. “Okay one, why do you do this whole weird sneaky ninja crap? Two, you saw nothing and I will never drink one of those…in front of Sam and if you tell him Y/N I swear.”

“Your secret is safe with me.” Kissing his cheek she quietly laughed.

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Well, It’s about damn time I finished with this image. I gotta say i’m pretty happy about it. I took me so long not cause it was difficult because i couldn’t get myself to finish it. I’m glad i did though. I also had help from SoapMonster too.

I’m too hyped for Sonic Mania too come out so I needed a proper image to celebrate

Unfortunatly Tumblr won’t let me load gif over 2MB SO i have to give you this low quality version but it’s still ok.

Sonic © SEGA

Art © Geekoflove/Geeklovesart

I was entertained, but definitely I wish Finn and company would’ve had more training time. Would’ve made it so much better, because this season didn’t really have a stand out moment. Maybe the drunken master fight. Overall, it ended on a pretty high note. Was a pretty enjoyable show. Not the best but I won’t complain too much about it. Certainly not horrible like reviews have implied.

Compared to Killgrave/Kingpin/Punisher, the villains were forgettable. So about 6/10.

I came to really like Danny, even if he was kind of boring. I wish they let him be more humorous.

Interesting story but poor writing. They also definitely could’ve used Chris Brewster’s help on the fight choreography, they just felt a bit stiff and unrealistic since they couldn’t hide Danny under a mask. Though considering he only had three weeks to train, 12-14 hours a day shooting, and he had 15-20 minutes to learn a fight scene before they have to shoot it, no matter how big the scene is. We should be happy they weren’t worse

I got the feeling they tried to compensate for the typical complaint of having a few episodes with lots of action being followed by slow filler episodes by trying to spread it out evenly, but the problem is better solved by just making the seasons shorter.

Defenders is going to come down to who they let take care of the writing. If it’s the people who’ve been behind Matt and Jessica, we’re in for a treat. If its the teams from Luke or Danny, could be rough.

PJ the TV head

Have I been watching @kickthepj videos for the past 6 hours or so? Yes. Yes I have. During that time, I warped into the future and met future PJ himself - although he was not the same. His head had been replaced with a TV that frankly, didn’t even work. He didn’t talk much, but we had a pretty swell time. Future TV head PJ did help me come back to the present - but sometimes he glitched and we’d end up in Gazorpazorp (and obviously we had to leave) It would’ve been great to see present PJ though…BUT ANYWAY, I gotta go and resume watching the tiny planet explorer! Hope y’all have a swell day :))

“Jagi,” Yoongi groaned, “I don’t want to go to the store.” He said, burying his face in his pillow.

“How about this,” You brush his hair, “I’ll take a shower, get ready, help Jin with breakfast, and by the time it’s ready you get ready to get out of bed?”

“Can I sleep while you get ready?” He peeked.

“Yes, you can.” You giggled, rubbing his back and getting up. “I’ll let you know when we’re done with breakfast—alright?” You pecked his forehead.

“Don’t do that.” He complained, scrunching his face up.

“Whatever!” You walked to the bathroom. You took a shower, did your makeup, and brushed your hair and teeth. Once you were ready to cook with Jin, you walked out of the bathroom and to put some things away back with Yoongi. You rolled your eyes as you heard his light snores, and saw him looking like he was dead. His body was sprawled out over the bed, and you shook your head as you walked by.

“Aish, stop!” Jin smacked Jungkook’s hand away from the vegetables he was cutting.

“I’m hungry, hyung!” He whined, bouncing in place.

“You can’t have any yet—it’s not done, and I haven’t even started it.” He didn’t look at him, and focused on his chopping.

“Fine! I didn’t want any stupid vegetables anyway,” He crossed his arms, pouting as he walked to the couch. “Ah, noona!” He happily skipped to you, “You’re up! Does that mean Yoongi is up too?”

“Unfortunately, no. He’s being lazy,” You hugged him.

“So are all of the hyungs—well, more of just taking a while to get ready for the day. Isn’t it weird that you’ve been here so long?” He tilted his head, “How long has it been since you two started dating?”

“Five months or so?” You guessed, “Why?”

“Because you stood the night,” He scratched his head, “I didn’t hear anything..”

“Jungkook!” You lightly slapped his shoulder, “Nothing happened at all!”

He giggled while dodging your attacks, “I know.”

“(Y/N)!” Tae shouted, running at you in full speed while his arms were out. “You look so pretty today—doesn’t she, Jungkook?” He pressed your cheeks together, grinning ear to ear.

“She does look very pretty today,” He slightly blushed.

“Who looks pretty?” Namjoon asked, stretching as he fixed his hat.

“They’re just all over (Y/N),” Jin said, putting whatever he was cutting into a pan.

“All over here?” His deep voice said amused. “Damn, you do look hot.” Namjoon smiled, “It’s nice to know Tae can hug you, but what about me?” He raised his eyebrow.

“Since I’m giving everyone hugs, Jin I’ll be right there for your morning hug—and to help you.” You said, hugging Namjoon closely.

Once he let go, you went to Jin. “Good morning~” You sang happily, hugging him from behind.

“Good morning, (Y/N).” He ruffled your hair, pulling you to his side. “You can stir this while I chop some more things up, alright?”

“You’re cooking?” Hoseok asked behind you, “That’s Jin’s job.”

“I should help, you guys did let me stay last night—not to mention give us the room to ourselves.” You said stirring.

“I’m glad you didn’t use it for..‘private’ affairs.” He hugged you, kissing your cheek. “I hope you had a nice time sleeping with him, though. He’s a great pillow,”

“He didn’t move the entire night; at one point, I thought he was dead.”

“It always looks like he’s dead,” Jungkook laughed, playing with Tae’s hands.

“Oh, you’re cooking!” Jimin busted through the door, “Whoa, you look so h-” He cleared his throat, “Pretty today, (Y/N).” He smiled oddly.

“Thank you, Jimin~” You smiled, kissing his cheek as you continued to cook.

He broke out into a flustered smile, “Yeah.”

“How much are you chopping up? That’s a lot of food,” Namjoon said, his hands on Jin and your shoulders.

“It’s a lot of food to cook just for us—Tae alone has enough servings for five people.”

“It’s just (Y/N) staying,” He wrapped his arm around your shoulder instead, “She doesn’t have as big of an appetite.”

“I know,” Jin glared at him. “Just go sit down—watch tv or something. We’re fine by ourselves here, and we’d do better if you were out of our hair. Thank you,”

“Well then,” He raised his hands up, “I’ll just leave you to this.”

“What was that?” You breathed a laugh, helping him out more things in the pan.

“Sometimes he just gets on my nerves while I cook,” He opened the fridge, “Actually, all of them do. It’s always: 'Hyung, is it done? Hyung, how much longer? Hyung, can I have some?’ And they always yell,” He lifted his head, bringing some more ingredients out. “Don’t forget the picking at the uncooked food.”

“They are boys,” You shrugged, “They’re growing, they work hard, and they want food.”

Jin stared at you while blinking slowly, “I am one of those boys.”

“You are,” You smiled, pecking his cheek. “Go sit down with them—I got this.”

“What? No, (Y/N) you’re a guest.” He began to break eggs, “You shouldn’t even be helping.”

“But I am,” You countered, “What’s the big deal? You said it yourself: you work hard. You deserve a little break, and this is your chance. Do you really want to pass up the opportunity to be cooked for?”

“N-No..” He hung his head low, “But I can’t help but to feel guilty if you do this.”

“There’s no need to feel guilty; go!” You shoved him.

“Are you sure? Because it’s no problem, I can just-”

“Go, Jin!” You yelled, pushing him outside of the kitchen against his will as he struggled to keep his feet still on the ground.

“Ugh, alright.” He stomped off to the rest of the boys.

You went back to the stove, cooking what Jin was preparing. The boys would occasionally pop in to ask about how much longer they would have to wait, or try to sweet talk you into getting more in their serving. You turned off the burner, and got some glasses out to serve drinks. Eight cups, eight plates, and eight napkins. You walk over to the room Yoongi is sleeping in, cautious to not wake him up by the creaking of the door or yelling of the boys. “Wake up,” You cooed, lightly shaking him by his shoulder. “Breakfast is ready.”

“You cooked?” He opened his eyes slowly.

“Yes.” You nodded, slapping his bum. “Get up now,”

“Sure thing.” He smirked, smacking your bum harder than you did his.

“Aish!” You pushed him away. “Just get over there.” You walked out. You began filling the plates with the food, and pouring their drinks into the cups. “Breakfast is ready!” You informed them, putting the plates and everything else on the table as they raced to it.

“This looks good!” Tae smiled widely, staring at the food you placed in front of him.

“Yeah, you’re a really good cook—huh?” Jimin complimented you.

“Thank you, noona~” Jungkook hugged you.

“Should I just sit down?” You heard Yoongi ask, to find him scratching his head while he was shirtless.

“Yeah, baby.” You answered, being pulled into a tighter hug.

“Thank you, sexy.” Namjoon winked at you.

Yoongi sat, keeping his eyes on Namjoon. “You made all this?”

“She did—isn’t she great?” Hoseok took a bite out of the food.

“This is really good,” Jin said with his mouth full of food.

You went to the kitchen to retrieve your and Yoongi’s plate. “Here you go,” You kissed his head.

He cringed again, “Mm, what did I tell you about that?..”

“I wouldn’t mind her kissing my head,” Jimin licked his lips.

“Especially when I’m sick~” Namjoon added, “Wouldn’t that be great? Nurse (Y/N)..” He trailed off, “I can picture the outfit already.”

“Low cut button up short dress, heels, and those cute stockings.” Jimin closed his eyes.

“Will she give us shots, Jin? Or will we give her an injection of our own?” Namjoon put some more food in his mouth.

“Hyung!” Jungkook choked on his food, “That’s really crude..”

“Oh, if she gives us a shot can she give us lion print band aids?” Tae popped his head up excitedly.

“That’s not what they meant..” Hoseok put his hand on his forehead.

“Your her cousin—aren’t you going to kill them for speaking about (Y/N) like that?” Jin asked chewing with his cheeks full.

“Ah, I’ve learned to just let it go.” He sighed picking at his food, “They can say all they want, but she won’t let them get any further than hugs and occasional pecks on the cheek.”

“Fair enough,” Jin shrugged.

“What about when she bends down?” Namjoon whispered loudly to Jimin while nudging him. He giggled while continuing to eat. They glanced over to Yoongi and you sitting beside each other eating. “She does look pretty damn hot today,” Namjoon said loudly, directing it towards Yoongi.

He grumbled lightly, continuing to eat and trying to ignore them. “Do you want more water, Jimin?”

“I can get it myself,” He was about to get up, but you beat him to it.

“I’ll get it.” You grabbed his cup, and walked back to the kitchen.

“Yah, could you shut up now?!” Yoongi yelled, slamming his hand on the table. “Eat the food my girl made,”

“I was wondering when he was gonna say something..” Jungkook said under his breath as you passed by to give Jimin his drink back.

“Thank you, (Y/N).” He avoided eye contact with you.

“Get over here.” Yoongi patted the floor next to you where you previously sat. You watched Namjoon stiffen laughs as he poked at his food. “Got something to say, Namjoon?”

“No, hyung.” He shook his head smiling.

“Thinking about something you shouldn’t be?” Yoongi raised his eyebrow, sipping his water.

“My thoughts aren’t something you have to worry about,” He sang.

“Just eat the goddamn food already,”

//At The Mall//

“Isn’t this pretty, Yoongi?” You held up a dress.

“It’s definitely sexy, but I doubt anyone wouldn’t look at you.” He gently took it from you and returned it back in its place, “Like Namjoon, or Jimin..”

“Baby, they’re always like that—you know that.” You wrapped your arms around his waist. “But I’m yours.”

“That’s right,” He held your hips, “But that doesn’t mean I’ll let you get that dress.”

“Can I just try it on?” You whined.

“Fine. You have to show me it after you put it on, though.” He caved.

You cheered, snatching the dress back and dragging him to the fitting room that you fixated a gaze on. You rushed inside, leaving him outside. Quickly, you tore your clothes off and tried the new piece of clothing on. You admired yourself in the full mirror—looking at different angles and parts of the dress. It fit in all the right places, and the color/print complimented you perfectly. Deciding that you were happy with the outcome, you hesitantly walked out to Yoongi—afraid of his reaction. “How do I look?” You asked, putting your arms out.

He looked up from his phone, “Beautiful..” He stared for a while, then shook his head. “You look great, but too great.”

“Does this mean I can’t get it?” You frowned.

He sighed, putting his phone in his pocket and turning to you. “Jagi, I just don’t want guys to look at you. I don’t like when guys even talk to you while we’re out somewhere.” He tried to justify his answer, “I’m afraid you don’t understand what I’m saying,” He held your hand loosely, “I don’t want guys to talk to you, or even look at you. You’re my girl, got it? Not Namjoon’s, not Jimin’s, not some desperate guy—Mine; all mine.” He pointed at his chest. “I can’t trust guys won’t look at you in that, and who knows what could happen if I wasn’t there to protect you.” You nodded, looking down at his shoes. His finger lifted your head up to his face, “I’m sorry.”

“It’s alright. Just hold my stuff while I look for what I really came here for,” You gave him your purse in his arms, “Stay here.” You searched everywhere for that cute top you had seen on the Internet to no avail.

“May I help you?” A boy around your age asked from behind you.

“Ah, yes.” You nodded sheepishly, and described the top to him.

“We actually just got those today—we’re putting them on display tomorrow. I’ll have no problem getting you one from the back room, though.” He smiled.

“You’d do that?” You eye sparkled with hope.

“Of course. Follow me, okay?” He walked back to by where Yoongi was. You looked over to him, and he was scrolling away on his phone still. You didn’t blame him: shopping in a mall for hours with your girlfriend, no food or beverages allowed in the stores, and rarely any men’s stores. “Uh,” The boy laughed nervously, “I need a little help over here..” He held a tower of boxes from falling, “Just hold this,” He gave you a boxcutter. You watched as he fixed the taller-than-you stack of boxes filled with clothing. “Found it!” He proclaimed happily, “I’ll open it if you hold it.” He winked.

“Okay.” You say slowly, trading with him.

He opened it, and saw your phone nearly hanging out of your cleavage. “Hey, you should give me a call if you have any troubles with the shirt.” He opened up the box, “What size?”

“(Your/Size).” You played with your bracelet, “What do you mean troubles?”

“Oh, just any problems—like stitching errors, or there’s a stain—you don’t like it..” He checked the sizes, “I’ll happily take it off you.”


“I’ll put my number in for you,” He put his hand out.

Your niceness consuming you, you handed him your phone reluctantly. “Return it to him,” You pointed to Yoongi, “I’ll be changing out of this.” You snatched the shirt and ran to the dressing room.

After a rushed event of taking off the dress, you hear two voices. “You’re her friend?”

“Friend?” Yoongi scoffed, “I mean, that’s part of the label I have; just missing the first three letter word in front of it.”

“Hey man, just give her the phone back and tell her I said to text me tonight.” You raced to a place where you could see them, but they couldn’t see you.

“Text her? Did you not understand what I just said, kid?” Yoongi stood taller, “I’m her boyfriend.”

“She could see different people at the same time;” the ignorant boy shrugged.

“I really don’t think you understand,” Yoongi cleared his throat, “My girl—she’s my girl. Look,” He lifted up your bag, “Her purse—an expensive purse I got her; me her boyfriend. This phone,” He dangled it in front of his face, “She uses it to contact me everyday,” He unlocked it, “That is, if she’s not already with me.” He looked, and laughed. “You save your name as 'Future Husband’, hm? You think that’s funny? I’m not laughing at that, I’m laughing at you. The fact you think my future wife would be with anyone as,” He looked at him from head to toe, “Swagless, pabo, clown boy, as you.”

“Come on,” He practically pleaded. “Don’t delete it—please!”

“Give me one good reason.” Yoongi challenged him.

“I can show her a good time, and treat her well.”

He looked up, then looked like he was thinking. He dipped his head down again, then picked up the phone and deleted his number. “Bye.” The boy said cursed between gritted teeth as he walked away. “You saw that?” He asked turning to you.

“Yeah.” You nodded, walking over to him.

“Don’t be giving guys your number or phone,” He handed it back to you—more like smacked it into your palm. “Am I clear, jagi?”

“Yes, oppa.” You responded, taking your belongings from him.

“You’re only mine, babe.” He put his arm around you, rubbing along it and placing a sweet kiss on the top of your head. “You’re gonna be mine for a while, too.”

TITLE: Under My Skin

PAIRING: Matt Murdock x Reader/OC

REQUEST/PROMPT: “I think we need to talk.” You and Matt decide to move in together, learning quirks about each other that you hadn’t noticed before.


GENRES/WARNINGS: Nightmares (not described), fluff, angst.

ADDITIONAL NOTES: Gif source unknown again, as it was from a forum/thread site. If it’s yours and you’d like credit, shoot me an ask with the link! Title is in reference to the song “I’ve Got You Under My Skin” by Frank Sinatra.

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Summary: Jared makes a video for his profile on a dating website and the reader watches it.

Characters: Jared, Reader

Warnings: None

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“Hi, It’s Jared.” You watched as Jared waved into the camera.

“Really? That’s your entrance?” You heard another deep voice behind the camera. Jared rolled his eyes at whoever it was.

“I’m 30, I live in Texas I own a bar that just opened so I spend most of the time there but when I’m not there I love going to the beach and just spending time with friends. If you wanna know more you can just add me and shoot me a message.” Jared said before the camera shut off. Something about Jared stuck out to you so you clicked the add button and took a deep breath as you typed a message.

“Hi Jared! My name is Y/N. I’d love to get to know you. Maybe a coffee or something? Shoot me a message back! :)” You pushed send and went into the kitchen to grab you a cup of coffee. As soon as you poured yourself a coffee you went to sit back down in your office chair and you started getting a FaceTime call. You looked at the name and it said Jared. Your heart started pounding. You checked your hair in the mirror on your desk before pushing answer.

“Hi.” You smiled nervously.

“Hi, you must be Y/N.” Jared said smiling. He had his hair slicked back a little and was wearing a plaid shirt.

“Yup that’s me.” You nodded.

“You’re even more beautiful than your profile picture.” Jared replied and you blushed slightly.”

“Thanks.” You smiled lightly.

“I just called cause I had to see your face. Make sure you weren’t a creepy old dude.” He smirked and you giggled.

“Has that happened before?” You asked curiously.

“Actually yes.” He chuckled and you couldn’t help but bust out laughing.

“I’m so sorry.” You said after calming down from your laughing fit.

“It’s fine. It is pretty funny now.” Jared grinned.

“Um… may I ask who the other person was in your video?” You raised an eyebrow curiously.

“That was my best friend Jensen. He’s the one that pushed me to make this profile.” Jared replied.

“Ah, I see.” You smiled.

“So uh..I’ll take you up on that coffee whenever you have time.” Jared smiled.

“Um..I’m available now. How about right now? Starbucks?” You smiled confidently.

“Sounds great. See you there Y/N.” He said before hanging up.

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fight me (baekhyun) part ii.
word count: 1608 w.
genre: fluff, series
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.

part i.

It was your first day in the Byun’s household and so far, so good. Well, it was. 

Barely reaching the floor, Jaemin swung his legs while peacefully eating his breakfast courtesy of you. 

“Thank you for the meal, noona,” the little sweetheart beamed then proceeded on munching more of your cooking.

Other than being a disappointment to your parents and yourself, cooking was the next thing on your list that you did best. Besides, it helped you to relieve the stress call you just received from the boys’ mom.

What was a three day business trip turned out to be week long.

It was currently your semestral break–a one week break before the next semester starts. Of course, Baekhyun’s mom had knowledge of this before she hired you so maybe, you thought, she took advantage of the moment.

“Is it really okay for you to stay with the boys for a while?” Baekhyun’s mom asked, the worry in her voice becoming evident. Mornings shouldn’t be this disastrous. “I mean, I could always hire another babysitter if you have any plans for the week.”

Your eyes grew wide, almost dropping the hot pan you were holding. “Oh, no! There’s no need for that, Mrs. Byun. I could stay until the end of the week if you’d like. I can manage Jaemin.”

“Actually, it’s not Jaemin I’m worried about. It’s Baekhyun.” You held back your laugh so as not to offend his mom. Let’s face it. Baekhyun acts like and is treated like the youngest (daughter, but you wouldn’t say that out loud) and that was pretty hilarious for you.

She continued, “I know you two had a–how do I put this–tangled situation back in high school and–”

“Mrs. Byun, if what you’re worrying about is us fighting while Jaemin’s here, it’s not gonna happen. We’re both adults. I’m sure we can resolve this somehow.” You answered confidently.

You heard a long exhale of breath from the other side of the line. Just how much stress does Baekhyun put his mom into? The guy was brat, you can give him that.

“Thank you so much for taking the offer, honey. You’re such a big help. Don’t worry, I’ll triple your money when I come back.” All that you could hear were cash register noises reverberating around the corners of your mind. If this was the case then yes, you will definitely see your idols at their concert.

You finally pressed the end call button when suddenly there was a sound of slippers hitting against the steps of the staircase. You turned around to see Baekhyun entering the kitchen, mind stuck in a hazy dream.

Jaemin drank his milk in one gulp. He looked cute with a milk mustache above his lip. Baekhyun leaned down in level with Jaemin’s puckering lips. “Good morning, Jaemin-ah.”

His morning voice was low and husky and goodness gracious, if it weren’t for the pan you held, you could’ve done a perfect split right then and there.

“Good morning, hyung.” Jaemin kissed his brother’s cheeks.

Dazed at how endearing the gesture was, you focused back on your cooking and placed some oil on the pan. Baekhyun rubbing his puffy eyes was cute but the act of him being such a softy for Jaemin shot you right through the heart. You tried to shake the thoughts away.

Failing to hear footsteps heading towards you, your breath hitched when a pair of warm lips landed upon your cheeks. “Good morning.”

“Holy shit,” you muttered under your breath. 

Your entire being was shook. You almost waved the white flag ready to surrender, but not yet. Not yet. You saw Jaemin bring his hands in front of his mouth in shock. Well, it seems like you weren’t the only one.

You and Jaemin’s gaze followed Baekhyun who was begrudgingly pulling the chair beside Jaemin. Jaemin looked at you and admitted, “He kisses me and mom every morning. Maybe he thought you were mom.”

“Maybe,” you replied, still in a state of awe.

Baekhyun still wasn’t in his right mind so you had to wake up the living soul trapped inside of him. That’s why Baekhyun, now wide awake, was fanning his tongue that was burning red because you gave him scorching hot coffee instead of warm milk.

“What the fuck did I do wrong?!” Baekhyun shouted while you hurriedly covered Jaemin’s ears. Mornings should not be filled with profanities especially with a special cutie pie like Jaemin. Besides, you didn’t want to hurt your ego by proclaiming how flustered you were when he kissed you on the cheek.

“You said the f word which is forbidden in this household.”

“What–You’re not even my mom!” He threw his hands in disbelief. It was too early for this. Distress washed over Baekhyun as he rubbed his temples. “Can you just give me my milk?”

What right do you have to act bossy when you weren’t even part of the family.

“Bad boys don’t deserve warm milk.” Your glare pierced right through Baekhyun emitting an unconscious wince from him.

You were basically stuck with Baekhyun for the rest of the day since you brought Jaemin to his preschool and Baekhyun had no classes for the day. It irked you how you were the only one running all over the house trying to keep the entire place spick and span. On the other hand, Baekhyun lied on the sofa, watching television and spreading the crumbs from his chips.

So you blocked the television from his view, hands placed on your hips religiously. Baekhyun grabbed a pillow and aimed it at your direction which you successfully blocked by the way.

“Can’t you see I’m watching the TV?” You rolled your eyes at his excuse. He crossed his arms. “And here you are blocking my view.”

“Can’t you see I’m cleaning? And here you are creating more mess than Jaemin could ever do,” you stated. You wanted to gouge Baekhyun’s eyes out when it was his cue to roll his eyes.

Courageously, you pulled Baekhyun’s arms harshly sending him tumbling on the floor. You gathered all your strength to drag Baekhyun from the couch to the entrance of the bathroom. He splayed his body on the floor with his eyes following your moves.

“Fine. If that’s how you’ll act.” You walked inside the bathroom only to thrust a plunger and pink gloves to his face the next minute.

“Get that thing away from me!” He immediately stood up and swatted like a little girl avoiding mosquitoes in fear of getting her pretty face from getting red blotches.

“It’s either you help me clean or I’ll drive you to the emergency room.”

“Why the hell would you drive me to the emergency room?”

“Because this,” you held up the plunger then directed it to his face, stopping until it’s just a few inches away from his face. You continued, “Will kiss your pretty, pretty face.” 

Baekhyun’s scrunched face resembled that of a boy who was about to experience his first kiss. With a plunger. Which is what you’ll do, no doubt (not really). What a shame, you left your phone on the table. When he opened his eyes, you innocently shrugged as if you didn’t threaten him seconds back.

He squinted his eyes at you before saying, “I’m gonna tell mom.”

“She trusts me more than she does with you,” you retort.

Baekhyun dramatically strode towards the bathroom door, a bucket and a plunger clutched by his pink gloved hand. “As I look longingly towards the entrance, I wonder if anyone would help me clean the bathroom?”

“What are you doing?” You raised your brow, chuckling. He was still immersed in his mini drama. 

“When will this pain and misery, that is life, end?”

“Baekhyun, you haven’t even stepped a foot inside the bathroom.” You sighed when it urged him to continue with his monologue.

Baekhyun was now sitting on a floor, one leg crossed over the other. He scrubbed the rim of the toilet in a steady pace. You were growing impatient as you hovered above him because his scrubbing was painstakingly slow. He wasn’t going to finish the job quick if he continued on with that pace. Also, you had to fetch Jaemin but the bastard carried on with his one-liners.

“Are you seriously monologuing while you clean?”

“It makes time faster.”

You took a brief look at the wall clock. You can’t believe you were making this decision but, hey, you still had over thirty minutes till Jaemin’s dismissal. It’s enough time to clean the bathroom with Baekhyun’s help. Hopefully.

“Okay, fine. I’ll help you.”

“Yes!” Baekhyun pumped his fists.You swore he looked like a child getting his candy after causing mischief the whole day. Now that you thought of it, he did cause mischief.

You pointed your finger at him. “But just this once.”

Truth be told, Baekhyun actually gave a hand with the help of your step-by-step instructions. You thought he was just gonna sit on the toilet waiting for you to finish the work all by yourself but he didn’t. Baekhyun diligently did the things you told him to do. He actually did a great job for a first timer.

Maybe Baekhyun isn’t so bad.

“Heads up,” Baekhyun called out. You spun around just in time for Baekhyun to spray water on your shirt with the bidet he was holding. He was relentless, pressing down the bidet’s handle harder.

“You fucking brat, come here!”

You have never eaten your words so quickly.

note:  my mind keeps popping up random prompts while i’m in class so i wrote this lmao i hope you liked this lovelies °˖✧◝(⁰▿⁰)◜✧˖° | masterlist

                          - PART IX

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5 - Part 6 - Part 7 - Part 8

Kai Parker x Reader

word count : 4 326
summary it continues the story from the past parts , except my denial about stefan being gone kicked in big time so … oops. ;) also .. sorry matty :(
*not my gif*

Y/N woke up in the car , the window slightly open letting in the cool morning air inside. She squeezed her eyes a few times , willing them to open. The car was moving down a familiar road but for some reason she couldn’t place it at first.
“Morning beautiful.” said a male voice. Y/N turned in the direction the voice had come , finding Kai grinning at her.
Suddenly she remembered - he had used his magic on her , snapped her neck…
“Oh God …” she muttered and just glared at him.
“Ahh … you are mad at me.” Kai stated , he had seen this coming from a mile away.
“You are damn right , I am mad at you.” she said angrily , raising her voice with every word. “How could you do this ?! What if things had gone sideways , huh ? You keep pushing things , Kai … I was willing to overlook the fact you ignored me for 3 whole days since you came back , but THIS ?”
Never before he had used his magic against her , let alone causing her pain intentionally. Kai pulled over on the side of the road , taking a deep breath before turning towards her. He tried to touch her cheek , pull her close to him but Y/N pulled away.
“Don’t touch me.” she said angrily , getting out of the car. A split second later Kai was outside with her , pressing her body to the car. His eyes desperately trying to meet hers , but she kept avoiding his gaze.
“Please Y/N….” he said. “What was I supposed to do ? Put you in danger again like last time? You are the only person I ever cared about or loved … I had to protect you.”
Y/N turned towards him , trying very hard not to push him off her. Even after all this time , his tricks to make her forgive him still had effect on her except she wasn’t planing on letting him get his way this time.
“Don’t be angry at me…” he said his hand sliding around her waist pulling her closer to him as he leaned in , whispering in her ear. “Forgive me , please.” gently kissing her neck.
“You are an idiot…” she said pushing him off a few meters away. “My idiot…” she muttered. “Things have changed , Kai. THIS is not going to work anymore to get my forgiveness.”
Kai scoffed. “Oh really?” he vamp- ran towards her , smacking her into the car , boxing her in , his lips hungrily attacking hers, no space between their bodies. She tangled her fingers in his hair  kissing him back and pulling him close to her for a few moments before pushing him away. Oh , hell no. she thought.
Kai grinned. Just for a moment there , she had let go of her anger and he knew a little more time and she’d forgive him. He couldn’t lose her , not over this.
“You will forgive me. I know you will.” he said. “Get in the car. I’m taking you to buy you a drink.”
“What ? You think if you get me drunk all of this will magically go away ?” she said getting in and slamming the door behind her. Kai getting in a moment later.
“No. I just want to take my girl out for the evening , see her happy and show her how much I love her.” he said winking at her.
“Shut up..” she muttered smiling and glanced at him. Kai always got what he wanted , she knew she’d forgive him eventually and was just torturing him by refusing him.
Kai winked at her , kissing her in a surprise attack.
“You know I did what I did because I love you , right ? I love you more than you can imagine ,and I guess what they say is true - people do stupid things for love…” he took her hand , intertwining their fingers together. “I’m sorry for what I did. I truly am.”
Y/N looked into his eyes , filled with love , hope but also sadness ..and her heart broke.
Damn it …” she muttered , his eyes making her weak. “I forgive you , Kai… but don’t do things like these anymore okay ?”
He didn’t say a word , just leaned in to kiss her one more time before heading down the road again.

They got to the bar and even tho it was still early in the day , there were people there.. and a karaoke stage. Kai was so excited about doing a song Y/N couldn’t help but smile. He went on stage once dedicating the song to her , then they did shots and cocktails , laughing and kissing … pretty much drawing attention to themselves. At some point Kai had to compell the bartender to let them keep drinking , with both of them being vampires their tolerance was way up high. A few hours later Kai decided to do another song  while waiting for Y/N to come back - she had gone out looking for a real drink and he just didn’t feel like sitting alone at the bar.
Y/N walked outside the bar , looking around … all the things that had happened in the past 24hrs had drained her of all energy and the hunger was starting to take over. She closed her eyes and let her vampire senses take over.  There was a guy nearby , about to rob a store. Y/N opened her eyes and rushed in the direction of the screams , snatching the guy in a flash before anyone had had time to realise what was happening.
“Stealing ? Really ?” she said laughing at the guy’s confused expression. “Tell me , why were you robbing the store?” she compelled him.
“Because it’s easy money.” the guy said with a grin.
Y/N chuckled. “Yeah … sorry pal , maybe if it was for a sick kid or something un-selfish , I would’ve let you go… find another person to eat but…” she said smiling innocently at him. “Don’t scream.”
Purple - black veins  started to show under her eyes along with her fangs , the guy’s eyes widened and a moment later she sank her teeth into his neck , draining every last drop of his blood from his body. When she was finished , the guy’s lifeless body dropped on the ground. She wiped the blood off her face and headed back into the bar. Just as she was about to enter someone grabbed her hand , making her turn around.
“Damon?” she asked , her eyes widening. “What are you-”
“Payback’s a bitch , isn’t it Y/N?” Damon said before snapping her neck before she has had time to respond. He lifted her body and carried her inside , locking her in the storage closet near the entrance. “There you go.. Oh-kay. Now maybe you won’t cause any trouble.”

 *  *  *

The pain is not going away. Y/N thought as she had just finished another glass with bourbon. She couldn’t believe this was happening again. Her friends just didn’t understand how she could love Kai , how she could oversee all the things bad things he had done. Even after all this time and everything that had happened , they still didn’t want to even try. Her phone buzzed for the billionth time that night and she glanced  at the screen , tho it was absolutely useless considering she already knew exactly who’s name would be there.
BONNIE said the caller ID. Y/N clicked IGNORE again and motioned to the bar tender to pour her another glass.
“After this one , you are cut off.” the guy said.
Y/N just glared at him , her eyes literally shooting daggers at him. It would’ve been easy to compell him , she just wasn’t in the mood. Other things were occupying her mind. Damon had snapped her neck and with the help of his brother had kidnapped Kai , locked him away in the Armoury and then Bonnie had sent him to another Prison World… all the while she had been locked inside a storage closet with like 15 locks on it , which no doubt were added there by Damon to prevent her from getting out. By the time she had succeeded it was already too late.
A moment later she saw Bonnie walk through the Grill towards her.
“Did you come here to gloat ? To rub it in my face that you locked Kai away again just cuz you are too blind to see he was changing ?” Y/N said , very slightly slurring her words.
“No. I came here to check up on you.” Bonnie said calmly. “I am still your friend , even if you shut me and everyone else out. I got worried when you weren’t picking up your phone…”
“Spare me your symphathy , OK.” Y/N said taking a large sip from the glass. “I don’t wanna hear any more lies from you.”
“Y/N , Kai tried to kill the Lizzie and Josie … He had to be stopped.”
“Yeah , cuz you couldn’t just lock him in a normal cell… or at least give us the chance to leave this stupid town.” Y/N snapped at Bonnie. “You know what ? I’m done. I don’t want to spend another second listening to you … ”
Bonnie tried to touch her but Y/N swatted her hand away. Y/N was so angry at Bonnie and all of her former friends right in this moment , it was hard not ripping her heart out. Y/N knew the only way to get Kai back was Bonnie , only she knew where the new Ascendant was and how to bring him back or at least send her there.
“Bring. Him. Back. Bonnie…” she demanded standing up, looking menacingly at her… Y/N would’ve compelled her , but even in her semi-drunk state she knew that wasn’t an option since Bonnie was a witch. Compulsion wouldn’t have worked on her.
“No. Not going to happen.” Bonnie replied , her voice infuriatingly calm.
Y/N couldn’t control her anger anymore and  wrapped her hand around Bonnie’s neck , she didn’t even care that there were still a couple of people at the Grill.
“You seem to forget , I am a vampire now. It would be so easy for me to snap your neck right here…”
Just as Y/N was about to make her point again all the world went dark.

When Y/N woke up she was still at the Grill , laying on the cold floor. Every part of her body ached. She tried to stand up but the dizziness kept her down.
“Rise and shine…” someone said , a male voice. She didn’t recognise it at first but it sounder very familiar. She forced her eyes open and saw Damon standing over her.
“Aww come on. You can’t be THAT mad at me?” Damon said , a slight grin on his face.
“Do you want to bet on this ?” Y/N answered as she stood up , rubbing her neck. “You snapped my neck , clocked me in a supply closet with 15 locks on it !” she raised her voice , Damon smirking proudly of his achievements. “Kidnapped my boyfriend and used your little sidekick to send him away AGAIN ! And my guess is you snapped my neck last night ?”
Y/N was getting seriously tired of all this. Her friends always seemed to be on the opposite side of things. It was partially her fault - during the past 4 years she hard burned pretty much every bridge between her and them , turning them from friends into frenemies.
“I have a better idea.” Y/N said , catching Damon’s attention. “Convince Bonnie to let Kai out  … OR … I will flip my humanity switch again and make all of your lifes a living hell.” she said running her fingers through her hair. “Remember how much fun that was last time ?” she said smiling innocently.
“You reaallyyyyy are enjoying this , aren’t you? What is this ? Payback for all the things I did during those 4 years ?” she scoffed. “Need I remind you none of this would be happening if it wasn’t for you and Bonnie. I’d still be human and have a chance at a family with Kai , who wouldn’t have gone off killing his entire coven if you hadn’t ditched him in 1903. How can you judge him , Damon? Tell me. Explain it to me. You have done things far worse than he has!”
“Debatable. You are not thinking clearly , Y/N …” Damon said.
“I am , believe me.” she said , taking in a deep breath, trying to calm herself. Maybe it was time to take a different approach and appeal to his humanity , tho she doubted he had any left.  "Look Damon , I need to at least say goodbye to him.“ Y/N pleaded. “I love him. Sure you at least understand THAT… ” she trailed off. “You took him away from me three times. You OWE me at least a chance to say ‘goodbye’ to him.”
Damon , grabbed a bottle from behind the bar and poured himself a drink , ignoring her every word clearly knowing her words were lies.
Y/N nodded to herself. “Fine , then” she said and in a whoosh she snapped Damon’s neck. “It’s time for Plan B.”
She stepped over his body and took the drink Damon had poured for himself. She sat on the bar , drinking until the bottle was empty then grabbed her leather jacket and walked outside. She stopped right outside , taking in the fresh air closing her eyes for a moment before flipping the humanity switch. Y/N was going to get Kai back , no matter what she had to do… and she already had a plan and a surprise new ally.

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