turned it into a gif because i thought it was cute and pretty

                                         Reasons I love AvAc! Stony

1. The first conversation that Tony and Steve ever have, they admit they like each other. Steve is just recruited and he wants to run for class president. Tony suggests he just take it but Steve says, “I like you Tony, but don’t ever disrespect the election process.” And Tony smiles and replies, “I like you too Cap, but by now you should know that I pretty much disrespect everything.” Then Tony campaigns for Cap anyway ;)

2. During the Civil War event, Tony made a Capsuit to put on a show for Steve. It was a cute ordeal more than anything, and Tony asks for a hug from Steve. Steve says no, and Tony apparently has a simulator where he’s hugging Steve in it. After, there’s a picture during the news announcement of Steve and Tony side hugging, smiling, and Tony is giving Steve bunny ears. (X

3. Once Tony told Steve that he was his “favorite field commander.” (X)

4. Steve is talking to Natasha about Tony and Natasha tells him, “You two should just get married.” (X)

5. When Ronan came to the Academy for the first GoTG event, Steve said, “I got your back, Tony.”

6. Once Tony told Steve, “What if I told you the internet thought we were the perfect couple?”

7. Tony offers to upgrades Steve’s shield to make it lighter, stronger, and capable of firing energy blasts and Steve replies with, “Thanks, but I think you’re fancy enough for the both of us.” While smiling happily and Tony is shocked.

8. During the Halloween event, Tony had to do a last minute cardboard Iron Man costume because Baron Zemo bought the last Captain America costume. He was going to be Cap! And he’s mentioned dressing up as Cap as a kid more than once. (X)

9. Tony said once, “I mock because I love. Ask Cap, I’ve been mocking him for months.” So….he’s loved him for months.

10. Tony asked Steve for girl advice, and said he was absurdly handsome. So they go working out together at the gym…clearly showing off for each other, and not a girl. Tony thinks he did a good workout, which Steve took as a joke. So he went to the gym with Tony again…I wonder why… (X)

11. They bicker like a married couple.

12. Tony always goes to Cap at the beginning of an event to plan out how to protect the Academy (because they’re leaders and work best together).

13. When recruiting Mockingbird Tony tells her she can trust Steve. Once she tells Steve that, he looks shocked and SO happy about it. (X)

14. Tony makes a blacksmith Iron Man outfit that is pretty revealing, which leaves Steve speechless. Once Tony says he’s a blacksmith, Steve tells him that was his second guess. Steve, what was your first guess you naughty guy? (X)

15. When you get Pepper she asks Steve, “will you keep an eye on Tony?” To which Steve smiles and replies, “I always do.” (X)

16. Tony Stark is such a Cap fanboy. He’s dressed up as Cap, he had Cap action figures, and he even had Jarvis make him Capcakes for breakfast as a kid. (X) (X)

17. When Ultron attacked, who has the mind of Tony, the first thing he did was make a Captain America robot and he calls the Capbot his greatest creation. (X)

18. When Tony finds out about RoboCap he’s shocked and disappointed he didn’t think to make a RoboCap first. (X)

19. When Ultron attacks Tony thinks Steve is going to blame him, but Steve doesn’t. He just encourages Tony and says they’ll defeat him together. (X)

20. During the Ultron event Tony mocks Steve by trying to do an impression of him and he says, “I told you not to build those robots, Tony. We should have been teaching bald eagles how to do the Charleston while balancing apple pies on our bulging biceps.” So Tony was checking Steve and his biceps out. Steve takes it as a joke and says just reassures Tony that they can fix the problem. (X)

21. Tony makes Cap an energy shield but when Steve uses it, it turns into a giant energy ball where Steve runs around in it. Steve knows Tony so well that he tells Tony to get his joke over with. Tony calls him Hamster America, and Steve would be more mad but he said it was a good workout. (X) (X) (X)

22. When Tony encounters RoboCap he says “sometimes I want to punch you in your perfect robot teeth.” He says he’s thought about saying that to Steve sometimes, but RoboCap says it’s too far. Tony then agrees and talks about how Cap is his friend and how polite he is. (X)

23. Tony’s wanted to make upgrades to Steve’s shield for better protection, but eventually he makes him an energy shield instead when Steve is in his Commander America uniform. (X)

24. During the Ultron event while Tony is working on Steve’s energy shield Steve tells Tony that he’s been having a recurring dream about a red dinosaur. Tony smiles and says he wishes Steve was that weird more often. (X)

25. Tony asks Steve, “How do you like my mancave?” (X)

26. Steve tells Tony that he’s more than just his tech. (X)

27. Tony loves Steve’s biceps. He’s commented on them more than once. Telling Steve about his “bulging biceps” and when Gladiator Cap showed up, Tony said he’s seen Steve checking out his own biceps. Steve says he hasn’t and asked Tony if HE’S been checking out his biceps…Tony then says he’s a scientist (which means yes, he’s been checking Steve out). (X)

28. Tony is talking to Peter Quill and Peter doesn’t understand some of the scientific terms Tony’s using. Steve steps in and DEFINES the word, Tony is shocked, and Steve is so proud and says “futurism!” (X)

29. Tony confides in Steve at the beginning of an event and Steve wants to hear it. Tony refuses to tell him cause he doesn’t want Steve to change his plans and says he can’t make all of Steve’s life choices for him. (Tony definitely wants to be a part of Steve’s life decisions). (X

30. During the GoTG2 event Steve’s costume is “Ravager Captain America” and he has a great outfit made of leather with leather straps and he has a mohawk. This leaves Tony speechless, and Tony has never been speechless before. (I’m pretty sure Tony loved the leather, and rock ‘n roll look). (X)

Coming Home - Spencer Reid x Reader

Summary: Spencer gets released from prison and comes home to the reader and their daughter.

Y/N - Your name

Y/D/N - Your daughter’s name

Word Count: 1,169

Author’s Note: Sorry I’ve been gone for almost two weeks :( I went on vacation with my friend and then came back to so much make up work and ap testing. Hopefully you guys don’t hate me, here’s this! :)

It had been weeks since the three of you were together, hell, it had been two weeks alone since you visited him in there. Spencer looked absolutely horrible when you did, bruises aligned his jaw and he had a black eye that stuck out like a sore thumb.

It was obvious he was going out of his mind in that place when he snapped saying that he was capable of murder, even though you knew it wasn’t true. You worried about him almost every second after that moment and just wanted him to come home, but you couldn’t show your daughter how scared you really were.

She asked almost every night when daddy would be coming home and lately you were running out of excuses, but telling a seven year old what was really going on was just not an option.

Your thoughts ate you alive most nights, but you couldn’t stop blaming yourself until you would eventually fall asleep.

*phone vibrates*

It was four a.m when this was going on and you were usually passed out until at least seven, nothing was waking you up tonight.

After four missed calls, they gave up.

Once the sunshine hit the curtains Y/D/N came running in your room and hopped right next to you in bed. She seemed to always be full of energy in the mornings, which wasn’t a good thing on weekends.

“Mommy! Mommy!” Y/D/N was pushing you a little by now trying to get you up.

“What? I’m awake..” your eyes hadn’t opened because you were determined to get a few more hours of sleep. It was Saturday anyway, you had nowhere to be.

Y/D/N let out a loud sigh that made you open your eyes and laugh.

“Oh we’re pouting now, are we?”

Y/D/N nodded and crawled under the covers next to you. Her hair was long enough to be put into a tiny ponytail but it never seemed to stay tamed, especially after sleeping. Once she had turned four it was apparent she had gotten her daddies hazel eyes, which wasn’t a problem until now, when all you could see was him while looking at her.

“Someone was knocking at the door a few minutes ago but you and daddy told me not to answer to strangers, but I think they gave up.”

You looked at Y/D/N with confusion, it was 7 a.m, who was at the house this early? Oh no. What if something happened to Spencer? You jumped up and searched for your phone that was scattered somewhere in your sheets.

Four missed calls from Emily Prentiss. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

You didn’t even bother putting a sweatshirt over Spencer’s old t-shirt and walked as fast as you could to the front door. If something happened, you had no idea what you were going to do.

The peephole wasn’t even a thought before you yanked the door open to see Spencer standing there.

You were completely frozen seeing him, shock completely took over your body. This wasn’t real. You felt tears rolling down your cheeks but couldn’t move. For all the times you’d dreamed this, you never thought it would come true.

“Y/N.”

His voice felt like home, something that hadn’t been the same since he was gone. Relief washed over you but before you could get a word out Y/D/N came running past you and latched onto Spencer’s legs.

“Daddy! You’re home!” Y/D/N’s smile was as big as could be, as was his.

“I missed you so much goober.” you watched as Spencer kneel down and hug Y/D/N.

“I missed you too, I lost a tooth!” Y/D/N took a step back and smiled showing the hole inside her mouth. Spencer’s mouth dropped playing along as if it was the coolest thing he’s ever seen.

“No way! Wow, did you put your tooth under your pillow for the tooth fairy?”

“Yes, mommy helped me and I got five bucks the next morning!” Y/D/N pointed at you and giggled as Spence looked up at you.

“Well isn’t that awesome! Hey Y/D/N, wanna go get me some water while I talk to mom?”

She nodded and ran into the kitchen.

“I uh, um..” you tried saying something, anything really, but you had no idea what to say.

Spencer stepped towards you nodding, understanding everything that was going on in your mind. He knew you like the back of his hand, surprises were not your thing.

The height difference between you two was perfect for him to kiss the top of your head. You loved this, especially when you would get stressed.

“I’m sorry.. I’m so sorry Spence.” you mumbled as your face was scrunched against his shirt, which smelled of faded cologne.

Spencer looked down at you confused, “You’re sorry? Baby, what do you have to be sorry about?”

“All of this is my fault, I never should’ve let you go across the border, especially alone.”

Before he could react to what you just said Y/D/N came running back in with the glass of water. You backed out of his arms and watched as your daughter and husband talked.

Spencer kept looking over at you to make sure you were okay and flashed a couple smiles until you got up to go to the bathroom, or just sit in there.

After a few minutes a light knock came on the door,”Y/N, could I come in?”

You quietly sighed saying yes and unlocked the door. You sat back down on the side of the tub as he walked in, staring at the floor once he shut the door behind him.

“Can we talk?”

You nodded, “About what?”

“About you feeling guilty, because you shouldn’t.. At all. I was going even if you hadn’t agreed Y/N. None of this was your fault.”

“Okay.” you mumbled so low that he could barely hear you.

“Y/N.. please look at me.”

You shook your head and wiped the tears that had fallen. Spencer bent down and took your hands in his.

“Baby..” his voice cracked, “please?”

You squeezed his hands then looked up for your eyes to meet, Spencer gave a slight smile as you realized how badly you missed his touch. Those puppy dog eyes were all you needed right now.

“What do you need me to do so you’ll feel safe again Y/N?.”

“I just.. I can’t lose you again.”

“You’ll never lose me Y/N.”Spencer leaned in and placed a kiss on your forehead still holding your hands.

You smiled at those words, “Good.”

Spencer leaned back and glimpsed at your shirt and messy hair smiling, “You’re beautiful Y/N but I think that shirt is pretty awesome too.”

You blushed and shoved his shoulder, “You’re too sweet to me Spence, but you know I always steal your shirts.”

“That’s okay, you wear them better than I ever did.”

Imagine finding Chris’ tattoo about you.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Requested: No

Pairing: Kit Walker X Reader
Warning: Cursing, v v fluffy

a/n: Kit Walker imagine where Kit gets into a fight and the reader becomes afraid of him, resulting in a sad and crying Kit.

(I changed it up a bit from the gif just so it’d be cute lolol)

(I tried to make this as fluffy as possible but I’m pretty sure it sucks ass)

“Kit, just leave it please..” You whispered into your husband’s ear, stepping in between him and the incredibly built man that was supposedly looking you up.

You and Kit went for a night out at the bar, and things quite frankly didn’t go as planned.

“No, Y/N. Not until this asshole admits he was checking you out.“ He said, anger very evident in his tone. Kit was always the jealous type. He isn’t fond of the idea that other men can see you the way he does, or make you laugh like he can. He absolutely hates it. He would get upset at the smallest of things. He’d even get over protective if you shook another man’s hand! So when he looked over from a secluded table in the corner you were both sitting at, and saw that the man you were currently talking to looked down your low cut dress as you asked the bartender for two drinks, he became enraged.


The buff man took another step forward, gently grabbing your waist, “Who are you calling asshole? I’m pretty sure this lovely gal doesn’t mind.” He winked, and slid his hand down from your waist to your butt, squeezing it roughly. You scoffed in disgust and tried escaping the man’s grip, causing him to only hold you tighter.

And that’s when Kit snapped. He grabbed you and pulled you behind him as he threw a mean right hook at the man’s jaw, causing him to tumble to the ground. Kit got on top of him and started swinging his fists like a mad man. You watched with terrified eyes as two random men pulled Kit away from the bloodied and beaten man.

Kit spit on him as he got up, “Touch my girl again and you’ll be dead, man. I can promise you that.”

Kit shrugged off the two men and went to go reach for your hand, but you flinched away. You were absolutely terrified. You had never seen him so angry. You had never dealt with anger very well.

Kit’s eyes flashed a look of hurt and realization before grabbing you softly by your waist, ignoring the way you shrunk back as he did and led you out to the car.

The ride home was completely silent and filled with tension.


Once the car stopped, Kit immediately booked it into the house. You wore a confused expression as you entered the house minutes later.

You removed your shoes and got ready for bed, changing into one of Kit’s shirts. You entered the bedroom after brushing your teeth to see Kit grabbing a pillow and a blanket from the closet.

“What are you doing?” You asked him, retreating to your side of the bed.

“Sleeping on the couch..” He mumbled as if it were obvious.

You rolled your eyes, “Kit, don’t be ridiculous, get in bed.”

Kit didn’t argue as he slipped into bed, not uttering a single word as he drifted off to sleep. You turned out the lights and got into bed. You became confused as to why you didn’t feel Kit’s body warmth radiating off of him, until you realized that he was sleeping at the very edge of the bed, farthest from you.

You frowned at this and bent over to kiss his cheek goodnight; as you couldn’t go to sleep without showing him affection, wether he was awake or not. But as you bent over to kiss him, you heard a small sniffle. And that’s when you realized,


He was crying.


Your face fell as you scooted over to lamp and turned it on, before crawling over to Kit. You rubbed his arm lightly, a placed a gentle kiss on his bare shoulder.

“Kit, baby.. look at me.” You said softly.
Kit turned around to face you, his red, glossy eyes meeting yours. You sat the both of you up, before straddling Kit and bringing his head into the crook of your neck, causing him to wrap his strong, muscular arms around your body.

“I’m sorry baby, I shouldn’t have reacted like that.” He cried, his body shaking as you wrapped your arms around him.
“It’s alright darling.” You whispered, nuzzling your face into him.

“It’s just that when I saw him make you laugh like that, and look at you like that, I just..” He pulled away, his grip getting tighter on your waist. You watched as his adam’s apple bobbed and his eyes grew dark. “I couldn’t help it.”

But then, you saw the anger diminish from his eyes, and was soon replaced by hurt and sadness.

“But when you flinched away from me like that.. God, Y/N..” He squeezed his eyes shut as more tears fell, and rested his head against your shoulder, “It hurt me so much. So much more than you think. To have the person you love the most be afraid of you, is the worst feeling of them all. I thought you were gonna leave me because of it.. The look on your face just keeps replaying in my head and I hate myself for it.” He sobbed.

You felt your heart swell as your grip tightened on the crying boy. You felt horrible for making him feel like that, despite his actions.

“I’m sorry baby, I could never be afraid of you. You mean the world to me, darling, and I’d never leave you.” You said, kissing his temple.
You felt his body relax at your words. He then laid you both down so you were cuddling each other.

“I love you, Y/N. So much baby.” He said, putting his head farther into your neck.

You smiled sweetly and gave him a gentle kiss.

“I love you too, Kit. So much more.”

KAI PARKER X READER

SUNSHINE

Hi, Emma!First of all, your writing is gorgeous. Second, can you write an imagine where the reader is really shy and kinda like the sunshine of the group; she has a big crush on Kai and everyone can see it and Kai finds it adorable. Thank you, love! 💗

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Yellow ribbons strung down from the ceiling like rainfall, soft party music thumping quietly through the room, guests clad in pastel colors. It was Caroline’s get together, so obviously she’d planned the entire thing, so the usually darkish red feel of the Salvatore home looked like a unicorn had thrown up all over the place. The smell of homemade cookies wafted throughout the house, pink balloons in every corner, guests pouring in through the front door by the minute. The gang sat huddled around the living room, chatter echoing around their little group, broken by the sound of the ringing doorbell.

“I got it!” the girl jumped up at once, a hopeful look on her face.

“Expecting someone?” Elena cocked her head with raised brows.

“Pshh, no,” the girl waved her hand, unable to hide the warmth growing in her cheeks.

She skipped across the wooden floors, tripping on her high heels as she stumbled for the doorknob. Her fingers locked around it, pulling the wooden frame open to reveal exactly who she’d hoped to see.

“Hi,” she giggled giddily, pulling Kai Parker into the house.

“Hi,” he smiled back, that grin sending her heart into overdrive. He spun around so that the girl’s back was forced into the door, his blue eyes devouring her up. 

“Kai?” she asked, chewing at her lip when he didn’t say anything.

“Mmm,” he said, eyes flickering back up to hers, “couldn’t help myself,” he shrugged.

“Oh,” she blushed furiously, looking over her pastel blue dress, which hugged at her hips, her feet snug in the flowery white heels she wore, hair falling in a perfect halo around her pretty face.

“Where’s your color?” she asked, nudging Kai’s front playfully. He wore a black blazer over white shirt, paired with the usual ripped skinnies, brown hair pushed up into that cute little do.

“I don’t do colorful,” he snickered, stepping aside, “plus, I wouldn’t want to take any of the attention away from you,” he winked.

She laughed as they entered the living room, every head around the table raised to look at the two as they walked over in sync towards the group. The girl went to sit by Kai, but Caroline grabbed her wrist and forced her away before she had the chance, false smile plastered to her lips. They were playing some kind of board game, and usually she would have been all for it, but today she only had eyes for the heretic, who kept beaming at her from the other side of the oak table.

“Ugh, stop that,” Caroline hissed under her breath.

“Stop what?” she said, snapping from her trance.

“Stop with the heart eyes, I’m gonna puke.”

“You can tell?!”

“Everyone can,” Elena whispered from beside her.

Kai looked up at the girl, who shielded her face with embarrassment, Kai raising a brow at Caroline and Elena, who guarded either side of his girl.

“Come on, you can do better than him,” Elena said, brown eyes giving a roll. “You’re an innocent little sweetheart, and he’s…” Elena drifted off as Kai absentmindedly hexed one of the board game pieces into having a seizure.

“You’re gonna lecture me on good guys? Look at who you’re dating,” she scoffed.

Damon coughed and brought his piercing eyes up to hers from over the table, “I can hear that, you know.”

“Sorry,” she stuttered instantly, “you know I don’t mean it that way.”

“None taken,” he laughed. “I actually enjoy watching you get all hot and heavy over your crush,” he sang aloud so the whole room could hear.

Everything went quiet, movement freezing, awkward silence strung thick in the air. The girl buried her face in her arms to avoid looking at Malachai Parker, who’s full lips were twitching with amusement. 

“Uh, who wants to go next?” Stefan cleared his throat as she pulled herself up and bolted out of the room and around the wall.

“Damon!” Elena scolded him with a shake of her head.

“Sorry,” he said, not sounding even a little sorry.

The girl was out the front door in seconds, heading into the garden and sinking down onto a patch of green grass under the shade of a low hanging tree. She lay her head back onto the bark, legs stretched over the lawn, eyes only blinking open when she felt Kai’s presence beside her. 

“Hey,” he tried with a smile.

“Hi,” she said, eyes forward.

“If it makes you feel better, I lit Damon on fire after you left.”

“What?!” she gasped in shock, turning her head to look at Kai.

He gave a snort, “kidding. But I will, if you want me to, princess.”

“No, it’s-just-it’s okay,” she sighed, tucking her knees into her chest.

“Hey, hey,” Kai cooed, offering her a hand and pulling her to her feet.

“I’m sorry about, that…” she trailed off, unable to hold the heretic’s intense gaze.

“Don’t apologize,” he said, fingers crawling under her chin and bringing her head to his, “it’s adorable.”

“What?” she stammered.

He chuckled and tucked a piece of hair behind her ears, lips splitting into a grin, “I like you liking me.”

“Oh?” she asked, heart racing.

The sunlight skimmed through the tree branches and danced across his face, illuminating his perfectly defined features.

“You get all, you know,” he smiled, licking his lips, “flustered.”

“I do not!” she laughed.

“Mm?” he said, trailing the back of his hand down her cheek, silver rings grazing her flesh. She shivered under his touch, goosebumps jumping to her skin as she dipped her head to the side.

“That’s what I thought,” he smirked.

“Kai-” she began, but he’d already hoisted his arms under her thighs, scooping the girl up into his arms and locking her firmly in place against his chest. Her hands instinctively flew around his neck as he began to twirl her around, her vision blurring as the world spun under his feet, unable to restrain their chortles of laughter.

“You literally swept me off my feet, Malachai Parker,” she giggled as he came to stop, still holding her there, enjoying the feeling of her legs straddling him.

“Did you not want me to?” he challenged, letting her go for a brief second, scooping her back up as she yelped in surprise.

“No, I did, I mean I do, I mean I-” she shook her head as she tripped over her words.

Kai snickered, blue eyes drawn to her lips, “god, I want to eat you up.”

“So what’s stopping you?”

She’d said it without thinking, instantly freezing over as her words settled in.

Kai arched an eyebrow, cocking his head to the side, “wasn’t expecting that.”

“Why? Because I’m-”

“The good girl,” he finished. 

She nodded, brushing her fingers lightly through Kai’s hair, “yeah.”

“You’re like sunshine, sweetheart. You can’t enter any room without bringing that light about with you,” he babbled affectionately. “I’d feel bad, like I’m corrupting you or something,” he said, lips bent.

The setting sun set orange flares across their faces, a heavy tension settling between the two.

“Well, where there’s sunshine, there’s gotta be a little darkness, right?” she murmured.

Kai bent into her mouth, their noses touching, breath fanning across her parted lips. 

“Yeah?” he breathed huskily, blue eyes boring into her own, his lips starving and begging to be devoured.

“Yeah,” she said, closing the gap between them as her lips went crashing into Kai’s, hands grabbing at his hair as her back went slamming into the tree he pushed her against, a groan escaping her lips. One taste was all she needed to be addicted to Malachai Parker, his mouth like nicotine she craved, their lips in a constant battle together, bodies entwined, hands never knowing where to travel first. And so they kissed, light and darkness forever trapped in the fleeting embrace of one another.

Imagine dealing with drunk Chris.

A/N: Man, oh man. I just can’t stay away from writing, can I? Well, at least majority of my holiday stuff’s packed. This is another fic inspired by a conversation with the lovely @chrisevans-imagines We have some very weird, but oddly inspiring conversations. Don’t we, Ava? 😂

You pushed your way through the crowd as you searched the overly packed party for your best friend, Chris, who had drunkenly called you ten times in the last hour; it was 2:19AM. He could count himself incredibly lucky that you were finishing up some paperwork at the hospital otherwise you would’ve killed him for interrupting your much needed beauty sleep. You’d been pulling quite a few late nights over the past week as you were about to take leave and go on your holiday, so things hadn’t been particularly easy on you. But you knew before you went into med-school that being a doctor wasn’t going to be easy, what you didn’t know was how much harder it was being a doctor who was best friends with Chris Evans; a man who had the equivalent energy of his puppy, Dodger. If you weren’t so in-love with him, he wouldn’t get away with half the things he put you through. But you were, so here you were at the party.

“Hello beautiful.” An arm hooked around your waist and pulled you into him; you groaned and pushed the drunken stranger off you. “Geez, lighten up!” He called after you as you disappeared further into the room. If you didn’t find Chris in the next five minutes, you were outta there.

“Hell yeah I’ll get it in!” You heard Chris’ voice and you followed it, chuckling when you found him by the ping pong table. “Don’t you worry, I'mma get it into that cup.” He bounced the ball off the table and balanced it on the back of his hand as he swallowed another gulp of his beer. “Watch me nail this th-” He spotted you and his smile tenfold. “Y/N, you came!” He downed his drink and tossed both ball and red solo cup aside before making his way to you, waving off the protests that came from the other players. “Sorry guys, I’m done. My girl’s here,” he draped an arm around you and pulled you closer to him.

“I’m not your girl, Evans.” You reminded him, but made no effort to push him away from you like you had with the other guy; you were very glad that the dim lights hid your deeply flushed cheeks. “I’m just here to make sure you don’t drink and drive, the last thing I need is to be called back in because someone got into a car accident.”

“Awww,” he cooed, squeezing you tightly against him. “Was someone worried about little old me?” You rolled your eyes, but failed to hide your smile. “Don’t be, my best friend’s a very good doctor. She’s very pretty too, like- she could be on Grey’s Anatomy.” He slurred then grinned when he heard you chuckle. “And that’s you,” he booped your nose, “I’m talking about you.”

“I know, and I’m talking about me too when I say I’ve had a very long night and I’m ready to go home.” He nodded with furrowed brows, really trying to process your words. “C'mon,” you wrapped an arm around his waist and directed him towards the exit, “you’re crashing at my place tonight. I’m not leaving you here when someone could literally tap beer out of you.”

“Yes!” He cheered. “I love your apartment, it smells like Christmas because of all the candles you have.” You hummed in acknowledgement at his drunk thoughts. “Hey, you know what’s really funny?” He didn’t wait for a response. “When I read your texts, I read it in an Australian accent because you’re from Australia. I do the same with Chris Hemsworth’s,” he told you then laughed to himself. “G'day mate,” he mimicked a tradition Australia greeting then laughed again.

“I’ve never once texted that to you, nor have I said that to you,” you chuckled. “And since when do I have an Australian accent? I’ve been living in America since I was eighteen, and you know I watch too much American television and too many Hollywood films to have an Australian accent.” The two of you found your way out of the party and into the much emptier parking lot where you car waited patiently. “But then again,” you glanced at him, “you are very wasted, so I won’t hold that against you.”

“Chuck a shrimp on the barbie,” he continued mocking the Australia accent and laughed when you did. “You’re right,” he returned to his normal accent as he pulled away from you, “you don’t sound like that.” He moved in front of you and took your hands in his, smiling like a love sick idiot which made your heart flutter despite knowing it didn’t mean what you wanted it to. “You sound perfect because you are perfect and I love you.”

“I love you too,” you responded with a chuckle, ignoring that ache in your heart. This wasn’t the first time he’d told you he loved you while he was drunk, in fact- he said it all the time when he was sober too. But it wasn’t the confession you longed for, it was just another platonic expression of affection that you shoved aside with your true feelings. “Let’s get you in bed, shall we?” You tried to pull your hands away only to have him tightened his grip.

“No,” he shook his head, furrowing his eyebrows. “You don’t understand, Y/N. I love you,” he said again in a more serious tone that made you sigh. As much as you wanted to reciprocate that feeling and kiss him, you couldn’t take anything he said seriously when he was drunk. Even if you did believe that drunk minds spoke for a sober heart, it was Chris; he was your best friend and you couldn’t ruin that friendship over a drunken slur of the moment. “I want to be with you,” he told you and pulled his hands away to cup your face.

“Chris, no,” you turned away when he started to lean in, taking a small step back. “We’re not going to do this.” You frowned when he did. “You’re drunk, I don’t want-” you cut yourself off before you said more than you should. “Let’s just go home, okay?” You brushed past him and headed for you car, stopping when he called out.

“I’m sober enough to have this conversation!” He walked in front of you with a frown on his face. “I’ve been trying to tell you I love you since the moment I met you, Y/N. But you keep brushing me off, like you think I’m not worth your time.”

“Chris-” you couldn’t believe you made him feel that way.

“Am I not good enough for you?” He asked then asked again before you could get a word in, “are you holding out for another doctor?” You opened your mouth to speak only to get cut off again, “what is it, Y/N? Why won’t you give me a chance?!” He growled and you flinched. “I don’t understand,” he shook his head, his pretty blues glistened with tears. “I’m not an idiot- I can see the way you look at me, so why won’t you be with me?”

“Chris,” you sighed as you took his hand in yours. “I didn’t know you felt that way about me, I honestly thought that you were fine with us just being friends.” He didn’t say anything, he just squeezed your hand ever so gently. “That’s why I didn’t say anything- that’s why I brushed you off. I figured you were joking, it’s not because I don’t think you’re worth my time.”

“Do you realize how long I’ve been waiting for you?” He asked with a breathless chuckle. “From the moment we met- I’ve wanted to be with you. I was just so terrified I wasn’t good enough, that you wouldn’t want to be with an actor so- I took it slow, I started out by being your friend. But God,” he started to cry and your heart ached, “it hurt seeing you with other people. It sucked saying I love you when you didn’t know how much,” his hand tightened around yours. “I’ve wasted so much of my life not being your other half and I hate it, Y/N.”

“You are my other half, Chris,” you caressed his face with your other hand and brushed the tears rolling down his cheek. “I love you too. I’m so in-love with you that it’s ridiculous,” you told him and he smiled. “There is no one I’d rather see at the end of the day than you. You are my person, you are all I see when I look towards the future,” you assured him. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner, I’m sorry-” He pulled you into his arms and kissed you, cutting you off in the best possible way.

“Wow,” you let out a breathless laugh when he broke the kiss, pressing his forehead against yours.

“Yeah,” he chuckled softly, rubbing small circles into your sides, “I should’ve done that years ago.”

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KAI PARKER X READER

CUPCAKES

desc: cupcakes with kai! fluff and kisses. :)

Kai sat lazily atop the marble counter, head rolled back against the cold wall, eyes closed. His legs swung playfully back and forth, shoes clacking softly on the cupboard drawers as he tapped a rhythm with his feet, humming to himself quietly. His hands were clasped firmly in his lap, silver rings glinting under the bright kitchen lights of the Salvatore home. The faint noise of music from outside drifted into the kitchen, but within the walls it was silent.

“Hmm,” he whispered, eyes still closed. “You’re supposed to be outside”

“And you’re supposed to be icing the cupcakes, I guess that makes two of us at fault.”

He’d sensed her presence as soon as she’d set foot in the kitchen, but only now did he open up those sparkling blue eyes. She stood against the doorframe, arms folded against her chest, trying to seem imposing but only looking cute. She wore white heels and a sunshine yellow dress to match her personality, her hair rippling in perfect curls down her defined figure. There were tiny silver stars painted with glitter across her cheekbones, blending in beautifully with her constellation of freckles. She was stunning, well, she always was, but this time especially so. Kai momentarily forgot how to breathe, a lump catching in his throat as he drank her up.

“So? You’re really going to just ignore me?” she snapped with aggravation, her lower lip pouting out.

“No no,” he shook his head. “I was just going to say that…” he trailed off, mind rushing in a thousand places at once.

When she realized he wasn’t going to finish the sentence, she shrugged in false annoyance and turned to leave.

“Wait!” he called, hopping off the counter onto the polished wooden floors.

She froze in the doorway, listening.

“I don’t want to go out there,” he admitted.

“Why?” she fired back.

“I’m still not used to the big crowds and loud noises, I just feel so out of place at this stupid party,” he groaned. “So, the longer I stall in here, the less I have to figure out this whole ‘being a functional human’ thing.”

She turned back to face him, and he could tell she had one of her ideas because of that proud smirk she wore.

“Okay,” she grinned.

“Okay?”

“Okay, I’ll stay with you and we can ice cupcakes together so that you don’t look like a total loser.”

“Oh,” he replied with genuine shock, his fingers fidgeting nervously with his black tee. “You’d do that?”

The girl sighed, trying to focus her gaze anywhere but his eyes, or mouth, or jaw, or cheekbones, or neck, or…

“Eh,” she shrugged. “The party’s pretty lame, and plus I’d rather be wit- with the cupcakes,” she blurted.

His lips twitched upwards before splitting into a full grin, his heart melting. She saw his expression and beamed a radiant smile back, skipping over to the counter and grabbing the frosting bowl without two seconds thought.

“I need the spready thingy,” she said, waving her hand at Kai.

Kai snickered and gave her the utensil, watching as she dipped it into the chocolate goodness and proceeded to spread it perfectly atop the vanilla cupcake, the rich frosting swirling into a tiny curl on top. He gave her some rainbow sprinkles, and chuckled as she stuck her tongue out in concentration as she focused on getting the perfect layer of color on top. She was so cute, and that flowery perfume she wore was intoxicating, he thought to himself.

“So?” she said, lifting up the little masterpiece. “What do you think?”

“Adorable,” he said, unsure of wether he was actually referring to the cupcake or the girl.

“Shame,” she shrugged. “Because I’m hungry so, bye-”

“I thought those were for the party,” he snickered as she held the cupcake inches from her open mouth.

She raised an eyebrow, a smile playing across her lips, “well, you can’t stop me.”

“Yeah?” he challenged, raising his hands and using his magic to whoosh the cupcake into his open palm with no effort.

Her mouth hung open in disbelief, “you did not just do that.”

“I think I did,” he whispered, eyes glinting with mischief. 

“I want my cupcake,” she growled, a strand of hair falling across her eyes.

“Come get it,” he winked.

She lunged forward as Kai stepped back, and then he promptly vanished before reappearing on the other side of the kitchen.

“Over here,” he sang, lips spread wide.

She sprinted to where he stood, reaching out just as he vanished again, now reappearing atop the counter. He stuck out his tongue teasingly and ran it across the edge of the icing, moaning dramatically as the icing hit his lips.

“Malachai Parker, stop right now,” she warned.”

“Or what?” he ran his tongue cleanly over the top, half of the icing gone in a second.

“Or- crap,” she hissed as he disappeared again. “K-” she started, spinning around and smacking directly into his front. His invisibility charm melted at once, his cheeks flaring in embarrassment from the contact. She stood with her chest to his, hand against his him, a sliver of a gap between their faces. His full lips drooped apart, skin alighting red, blue eyes not knowing where to look. Her eyes flickered back and forth between his own, breath caught in her throat.

“Sorry,” they both stammered, taking a step back.

Neither of them knew what to say, so the girl quickly acted on impulse, grabbing the cupcake before Kai could register, and smushing it against his nose. This snapped him right our of his trance, his hands flying up, eyes wide.

“Payback’s a bitch,” she snickered.

His eyes darkened as he swiped his hand across his face, a smirk on his lips, “oh, you are going to regret that.”

Kai reached into the icing and scooped out a handful of chocolate icing with glee. The girl noticed his move turned to run, but he caught her easily by the wrist and swung her close before he smeared the goop over her right cheek. She gasped out and reached to stop his hand from coming again, her hand meeting with his in the air and now getting the icing all over her palms. She dove beneath his next swipe, rubbing her hands on his neck and diving for the bowl to get more. She dipped her whole hand in before flinging it forward, sending icing splattering all over Kai. Kai summoned the bowl to his hands, which was, as she yelled, cheating. He used his magic to effortlessly raise all the icing into one wad from the bowl, the substance rotating above her head in the air.

“You won’t,” she dared, looking up at the icing above them.

“You underestimate me.”

All at once, the entirety of the icing went showering across the room and over their bodies, any chance at their clothes being salvaged now gone for good. She tried to act angry but couldn’t help herself as she burst out laughing and stumbled forward, collapsing into Kai’s arms and shaking uncontrollably, tears of joy pouring down her cheeks. Kai wheezed, and they both went sinking to the ground, holding each other for minutes until they could breathe right again.

“That was awesome!” she smiled, releasing Kai from the waist and slinging her arms around his neck.

He smiled, so happy to see her happy, “yeah?”

“Yeah,” she beamed, somehow still looking like a work of art covered in chocolate.

Kai raised his finger to lightly boop her nose, swiping off some of the excess from her face and dipping his slender fingers into his mouth. She chuckled and wiped her eyes, letting her arms come back down to her sides. Kai noticed, his face falling, so he wrapped his fingers around her wrists and lifted them back around his neck where they belonged. Her heart skipped a beat, and all at once she ached to close the gap between them. Kai’s blue eyes were glowing with joy, and he couldn’t help but dart them from her mouth to her own eyes.

“Ohh, we’re gonna get in so much trouble,” she sighed softly.

“Close your eyes,” Kai responded.

So she did, and when she opened them again, all of the icing was back in the bowl, their clothes perfectly in tact, no sign of what had happened at all. He took her hand in his and wrapped his arms around her waist before placing her gently atop the counter.

“Impressive,” she smiled.

“Mm,” Kai said, tilting his head forward closer to hers, his eyes only on her.

“We’re gonna get in so much trouble,” she breathed again across his lips before they could meet with hers.

Kai opened his eyes, boring them into her own, ready to back off if needed.

She smirked and bent down, “oh well.” 

And with that her lips crashed against his own, hands coming sliding around his neck and into his brown locks. He groaned softly against her lips, hold hooking around her thighs as he lifted her body into his own. Her legs wrapped around his waist, his hands pinning her in place to his body as they drowned in each other’s lips. Her back hit the wall as they went stumbling across the kitchen, hunger inside them growling like wildfire as their tongue’s fought for dominance. His mouth refused to part from hers as each of them pushed with more force than the other, the sensation overwhelming. 

Suddenly Kai stopped, his breath coming heavy, “someone’s coming.”

She cursed as he released her, running back to the counter, “do something!”

He snapped his fingers and all of the cupcakes aligned themselves at once, all iced to perfection. They both darted behind the counter and pretended to be at work.

“Everything okay?” Bonnie asked, sticking her head in through the door frame.

“Yeah,” Kai smiled, giving the girl a knowing glance, “cupcake and I were just finishing up here.”

Imagine embarrassing yourself in front of Sebastian and Chris.

A/N: This is a request from @california-grown I tried to steer towards Seb, but I couldn’t help myself. 😆

Sebastian had the habit of going for a run every morning whenever he was back home in New York. His runs may not have been at the same location each day, but it was always at 5:00AM. Chris had the same habit wherever he went; 5:00AM runs to keep his body finely tuned. Since Chris was in New York for his broadway show, he stopped running alone and ran with Sebastian instead. The two friends liked running at the crack of dawn as there were less people up and about. They didn’t have to worry about fans or paparazzi chasing them down, they could just be. You had that same want, to just be without eyes on you. You weren’t famous, just a girl who liked being alone. And each morning, you’d wake at 5:00Am to go on a bike ride. You enjoyed biking through your favorite city, and you did so before the city came to life so you wouldn’t have to deal. You seemed to be good at embarrassing yourself in front of strangers, and apparently you were better at it in front of famous actors. You didn’t know it yet, but you were about to find out. Unfortunately for you, Central Park didn’t just cater to your 5:00AM needs.

You liked listening to music when you rode, and seeing as there wasn’t anyone else around when you rode- you played it out loud on your little portable speaker. As you paddled through the park, you sang along to Ne-Yo’s version of ‘Friend Like Me’. You were a total Disney fanatic with playlist upon playlist of soundtracks and covers of said soundtracks from all your favorite Disney movies. Your thoughts easily drifted off with the melodies as you sang, hummed, or mouthed along to the music. Like today, you were so lost in the music that you didn’t notice Sebastian Stan and Chris Evans running in the opposite direction towards you.

Now those two weren’t just actors, they were two of your favorite actors. Just yesterday, you were knee-deep in a Captain America movie marathon which then transpired into a Sebastian Stan/Chris Evans movie marathon. You watched ‘The Bronze’, ‘The Martian’, ‘What’s Your Number’, and ‘Gifted’. It was almost ridiculous how much you admired them both. In fact, you’d been been dying to have a run-in with Sebastian Stan since you moved to New York. Now there they were and you were too busy singing to notice. That was until-

“Nice song choice.” Chris called, smiling brightly as he and Sebastian jogged towards you.

The first thing you did upon hearing another human’s voice was immediately stop singing. The second, you returned to reality and noticed how handsome the two approaching were. Even at a distance with their faces hidden under the shadow of their baseball caps, you could tell. The one who spoke to you was in a black NASA cap, and the other who was yet to speak was a navy blue Todd Snyder cap. Now these were their trademarks items, items you should’ve noticed considering you were in their fandom. But no, once again you were too busy to notice; this time too busy dying of embarrassment because someone had caught you belting out while riding your bike. You were lucky you had a fairly decent voice otherwise it would’ve been even worst.

“Thanks,” you mumbled.

“Have a good day,” Chris said as they jogged past you.

“You too,” you nodded in acknowledgment. “Oh my God,” you mumbled under your breath, wincing. You were about to speed up and paddle as far away from them as you could when realization washed over you. Was that- You glanced over your shoulder and saw that Chris was doing the same with a wide smile. “Chris Ev-” Before you could get his name out, you lost control of your bike.

“Oh fuck!” Chris cussed as he saw you crash your bike, flying over your handle bars and into a bush. Sebastian glanced the way Chris was looking, eyes wide with concern when he saw your bike on the ground. “Shit shit shit,” Chris ran over to help you with Sebastian right on his heel. “Hey, Genie.” He didn’t know your name and you’d been listening to ‘Friend Like Me’; it seemed appropriate. “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine.” You whimpered as you curled up into a ball, covering your face with your hands. The fall was painful, yes, but it didn’t compare to the pain of your new found embarrassment. “Just- um- just leave me here.” You said, and immediately, almost simultaneously- Chris and Sebastian cocked their heads, eyeing you with a lot of confusion. “Fuck me,” you cussed at yourself under your breath, wincing when you realized they’d heard you.

“Doing it behind a bush might lead to an arrest, don’t you think?” Chris joked as he held out his hand; Sebastian snickered, walking over to your bike to pick it off the ground. “C’mon,” Chris beckoned for your hand with a quick bend of his fingers when he saw you peeking at him through your fingers. “What kind of guy would I be if I just leave you here?”

“A guy who doesn’t want to embarrass me more than I’ve already embarrassed myself?” You answered then managed a soft chuckle when Chris laughed, reaching down to grab the hand you wouldn’t give him. “Thanks,” you said when he helped you to your feet. “This is not how I imagined my first meeting with Chris Evans and Sebastian Stan to go.” You admitted, drawing chuckles from both guys.

“At least you know we’ll remember you.” Chris teased, gently picking the small twigs and dried leaves from your hair. You blushed, sweeping your slightly grazed hands on your yoga pants. “Do you need to sit?” He asked when he saw you try to take a step and wince. “C’mon Genie,” he carefully draped one of your arms around him while one of his wrapped around your waist. “Let’s get you to a bench.”

“What’s your name?” Sebastian asked, pushing your bike as he followed behind the two of you. “I think you’d much rather we use your name than ‘Genie’, right?” Both smiled when you laughed softly, introducing yourself as Chris sat you down. “Well, Y/N. We’d introduce ourselves, but I have a feeling you already know who we are.” They tried not to laugh when Sebastian said that. It didn’t take you long to work out that they knew the reason you’d crashed your bike.

“Can we please pretend like I didn’t crash my bike because I saw Chris Evans?”

“I would, but I don’t think I want to,” Chris smiled. “It’s quite flattering, I mean- that’s the kind of thing you see in movies.” He teased and you buried your burning face in your hands. “I never thought I’d get to experience that in real life, I can check that off my bucket list now.” He shot you a quick wink when you looked up; your cheeks turned a deep red and you bit back your smile. “In all seriousness,” he chuckled, descending to his knees in front of you. “Are you okay?” He washed his gaze over you, trying to look for injuries. “Do you need to go to the hospital?”

“I think she just needs a first aid kit,” Sebastian interjected and you nodded in agreement. You both shared a look, trying not to laugh at Chris’ dramatization of your fall. “Is your place far from here?” He asked you and you shook your head, pointing in the direction of your apartment block. You lived about fourteen minutes away, at the Lennox Hill Apartments. “Do you mind if we walk you back?”

“Do I mind?” You laughed. “Um- no, that’d be like a- a weird dream come true.” They both laughed. “But you don’t have to, I’m honestly fine.” You got to your feet, trying to prove to them you were fine so you didn’t take up more of their time. “I can wa- ow!” Chris caught you by the elbow before you fell again; it appeared you’d hurt your ankle. “It’s noth- ow, ow.” You couldn’t even put pressure on your right foot, so it clearly wasn’t nothing. “I’ll be fine.” You forced a smile, trying to tear up at the searing pain in your foot slowly making its way up your leg.

“You’re very stubborn, aren’t you?” Chris observed, the corners of his mouth quirked.

“Stubbornness is probably my most prominent attribute other than clumsiness, yes,” you nodded.

“You’re also very cute, so,” Chris chuckled, forcing your arm back around him as he looped an arm around you waist. You couldn’t believe Chris Evans had just called you cute; your smile reached your eyes as he made you lean against him. “Let me know if the pain’s too much,” he told you as the three of you started walking in the direction of your apartment block.

“Why’s that?” You raised an eyebrow.

“So I can carry you, silly,” he as a matter of fact.

“Yeah,” you laughed nervously, “I’m not going to let you do that.”

“Why not?” Sebastian teased with a smirk. “Wouldn’t that be another weird dream come true?”

You felt your lips part as you tried to think of something to say to defend yourself from Sebastian playful teasing, but you couldn’t think of anything. You always thought you were witty, and that you could be if ever you met them so you could leave a bit of an impression. But nope, you were not witty; you were a dumbfounded, blushing idiot.

“Leave Y/N alone, Seb,” Chris reached over you and smacked his friend’s arm, laughing.

Sebastian looked over at Chris, smirking at him behind your back. His eyes asked if Chris was going to do the same after they got you safely back to your apartment, or if he was going to ask for your number and take you out. Sebastian could tell you’d left an impression with your pretty face and adorable singing. You wouldn’t have crashed your bike if Chris didn’t turn around, and he’d only turned around because of you. Chris wouldn’t admit it, but he was glad you crashed your bike.

“Lennox Hill Apartments, right?” Sebastian asked and you nodded, eyeing him curiously as he got on your bike. Before you could ask what he was doing, he explained, “I figured I’ll check if your bike is still working. Anyway,” Sebastian threw another smirk Chris’ way. “See the two of you back there,” he called as he rode away.

“Is Sebastian Stan what you expected him to be?”

“I never really expected either of you to be anything but nice, so- yeah, I guess so.” You looked up at Chris and raised a brow when you saw he was already smiling at you. “What?” You asked then chuckled when he shook his head. “Yeah, right,” you bit playfully. “You’re probably coming up with an anecdote based on today’s incident,” you accused, making him laugh.

“I was actually wondering if you’d have breakfast with me, but okay,” he shrugged nonchalantly, laughing when an “oh” escaped you. You didn’t know how to come back from that. Was there an offer, and could you still accept it or would it be weird now? You realized it was the former when he asked, “how do you feel about pancakes?” He smiled when you did, nodding.

“I love pancakes.”

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BROKEN PART TWO: http://imaginingbucky.tumblr.com/post/160774269479/broken-part-one

BROKEN PART THREE:

“So, how does that feel?”

You couldn’t help but moan a little at the sensation. Steve’s hands were like magic.

“You’re really tense in your shoulders.” He said as he continued giving you a massage.

“That’s what having three kids does to you.” You joked.

The relationship that you had with Steve was a good one. It all started when you met him for coffee that Monday four months ago. He had been sweet and humorous the entire time. Sparks flew and now you found yourself with him romantically.

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Kai Parker x Reader
word count : 4 101
warning : smut
summary : Kai meets Reader at the Salvatore house and teases her with magic.
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Ever since Kai turned into a heretic , Damon and his friends made it their mission to keep an eye out of him and keep him busy so he doesn’t kill anyone. Weirdly none of them seemed to even consider that maybe he was changing and that now with his coven was gone there wouldn’t be any reason for him to snap. When they asked him to come over that day he had no idea the day was going to be full of surprises for him.
To Kai spending the day at the Salvatore’s with Damon and everyone else (except for Bonnie who still couldn’t stand to be anywhere near him) had seemed like the most annoying thing in the world. They kept eyeing  him, following his movements around the room while he looked around , wondering if he’d give them the slip. There were so many things there , he couldn’t help but want to check out every single one of them. It appeared that over the decades , the Salvatore’s had gathered quite an impressive collection of all sorts of trinkets.
    “Put that down creeper.” said Damon , taking a sip of his bourbon seeing Kai holding one of the old vases. “If you break it , I will break you.
    “Always so hostile , Damon. Why is that ? Has Elena stopped letting you — tsk tsk , you know.” said Kai wiggling his brows. “Cuz that would definitely do it , or maybe its just who you are. I still can’t figure out which one is it. Or what Elena sees in you. Stefan is so much better than -”
Damon held onto his glass so hard , the glass smashed in his hands sending shards everywhere. Elena ducked to try and avoid getting pieces of it in her body , rolling her eyes before pulling Damon down on the sofa with her to keep him from killing Kai.
    “Owh , did I struck a nerve ?”
    “Ignore him.” said Elena quietly , rubbing Damon’s forearm.
The young heretic kept walking around the room under the stare of the couple , slowly making his way to the hallway , checking out the paintings when the front door opened and someone he had never seen before in his life walked inside the house and bumped into him almost knocking him down.
    “Watch where you are —” started Kai , freezing on the spot. “Oh hello.”
Kai checked out the knew comer from head to toe,  twice - the girl looked around his age , wearing short shorts , a plain white top with her hair made in waves. He was surprised to figure out she was a human since there weren’t that many humans left in the Mystic Falls gang. He wondered who she is. One thing Kai knew for sure - the girl stole his breath away and he wanted her to like him and be his friend or more maybe than a friend. So far he hadn’t managed to screw anything up with her , so maybe there was a chance for at least one of those things to happen.
    “Sorry.” she smiled nervously , taking a step backwards.
    “No harm done.” he smiled , unable to look away. “Wow you are like really pretty. How don’t I know who you are?”
    “I um — W-who are you again?”
    “Oh right sorry , manners. I’m Kai.” said Kai grinning at her , nervously running his fingers through his hair before shaking her hand, holding onto it a few seconds too long.
    “Step away from the human.” said Damon , getting up from the sofa to welcome his friend. “Welcome home troublemaker. Had a good year at NYU?”
Kai couldn’t take his eyes off the new girl and she appeared to have the same problem , glancing at Damon only for a few seconds. He could hear her heart racing and  her breathing becoming uneven. Damon gave Y/N an awkward one arm hug , messing up her hair right after until she slapped his hand away.
    “NYU was — fun , I guess though nowhere near as fun as hanging out here…apparently.” she said , running her fingers through her hair trying to fix the mess her friend had made.
    “I am just trying to get to know your friend , thats all. Why ? Does she have a boyfriend or something ?” wondered Kai , not taking his eyes off her. Thinking  this girl might belong to someone else but him made him feel weird. “You still haven’t told me your name.”
    “Sorry — I’m Y/N and no , I d-don’t have a boyfriend.” said Y/N smiling nervously. Elena wrapped her hands around her pulling her into a hug. “You never said he was that hot.” she whispered to her friend.
    “You think I’m hot ?” said Kai with an smile on his face,  taking a step towards her until Damon pulled him away. He glanced at the vampire , pushing him off. “Oh stop it with the over protective stuff. I am not going to hurt her. I think she likes me , it would be a shame if I don’t get to know her at least. What do you say? Do you want to spend the rest of the day with the most dangerous heretic ?”
Damon groaned and Kai ignored him , taking another step towards Y/N. He could hear her heart beating so fast, as if trying to leap out of her chest the closer to her he got. Something told him it wasn’t fear that was causing her reaction.
    “I promise you , whatever they have told you about me - they’ve over reacted.” said Kai , snaking his hand around her waist and walking her to the sofa.
    “Yeah because what you did at the wedding was a walk in the park.” said Damon , but Kai ignored him completely. All his attention was on Y/N.
    “Who knows , maybe you will see the good in me.” he smiled lightly brushing his fingers against her cheek for a moment. “Hey do you have twitter ? You should follow me - cobrakai1972. You know , like Karate Kid? ”
Y/N felt a tingly feeling spread from her stomach through her body the second Kai touched her. He didn’t seem evil like her friends had told her , he just seemed — like he wanted someone to talk to. There was no denying he was smocking hot and somehow in their first few moments together he had stirred something inside her , something she hadn’t felt since her boyfriend Kol. No way she’d hate Kai , ever. It was already too late for that.
    “Um … I don’t believe I’m familiar with that movie.” she laughed nervously.
    “OH then maybe we can watch it together like — you know, on a date?” he asked raising his brows for a moment just as they sat together on the sofa.
    “Wait – we just met and you are asking me out already ?”
    “Yeah , why ? Is that odd ? Sorry , I’m a little rusty on my social skills. You know , magical timeout and all.” he smiled nervously.
Y/N turned towards her friends raising her brows as if to say ‘Thats the super dangerous person you told me about ?’. Kai had a danger vibe around him , yes , but he didn’t seem as dangerous as her friends had made him out to be. He seemed nice and cuddly with eyes that could melt any girl’s heart. Like they already had started melting hers.
    “You two are full of surprises , aren’t you ?” she wondered turning towards her friends. “So where are my welcome home cupcakes with those red sprinkles on top ? I thought you said there would be cupcakes.”
    “You like cupcakes too ? Awesome ! Ch-cholate ones right ?”
Y/N glanced at Kai and then at her friends and then at Kai again , slowly starting to piece things together. Were they trying to make up for killing Kol with the white oak stake to get the stupid cure ? Sure they hadn’t known about her and the original vampire back then but it still hurt like hell. A nervous smile showed on her face and she ran her fingers through her hair.
    “Yeah …. with chocolate frosting and melted chocolate on the inside.”
Kai grinned rubbing his hands excitedly. “OH those are the best. I love you already.”
    “S-sorry what?” said Y/N blinking a few times really fast.
    “What ?”
    “You said ‘love’.”
    “No , I didn’t. I said ‘like’.”
    “Ohh-kay.” she said clearly remembering him saying ‘love’.
    “You like cupcakes and you are talking to me without that judgy look in your eyes all your annoying friends get whenever I am around.” said Kai sincerely. “How can I not like you ?” Kai grinned at her , pinching her cheek.
    “Don’t – don’t do that.”
    “Why ? Is it annoying you?” he said pinching her cheek again as she tried to swat his hand away. “You missed.”
Y/N started laughing , even more seeing Elena and Damon’s expressions. They were looking at them with a look of disbelief , suspicion , surprise as if Y/N had gone crazy and like Kai had done something evil instead of being all cute.
‘What?’ she mouthed. 'He is smoking hot –’
    “Alright thats - that’s enough. If you two keep it up like that I will need  a lot more of this.” said Damon shaking his empty glass in his hands , moments before he poured himself another glass with bourbon.
Kai raised his hands in defence. “Fine , I’ll stop talking.”
    “Yeah , as if thats going to happen.” muttered Elena sitting on the other sofa , reaching for Damon’s glass and gulping it at once. “Sorry , you might need to get yourself another one.”


ABOUT 20 MINUTES LATER

Kai had stopped talking , mostly because he couldn’t figure out what to say to Y/N to get her to get out with him. He was starting to get worried something had gone seriously wrong with him because not once in his life he had felt that way. Why were his palms so sweaty and why was his heart doing those weird flips? How it was that he couldn’t focus on anything else but her in that moment ?
Y/N kept glancing at Kai noticing how he hadn’t taken his eyes off her , studying her face with curiosity in his blue eyes. Was she imagining it or was he moving closer to her ? Kai pressed his lips together for a moment , lightly licking his lower lip with a low 'hmmmm’ following afterwards.
Damn thats hot. she thought unable to look away from him.
A few minutes later Stefan and Caroline arrived at the house with the cupcakes her friends had promised her when they called two days ago. Stefan said something to her but she could barely see or even hear him. All her focus was on Kai and how in this moment his fingertips were grazing across her arm slowly sending chills all over her body. Y/N swatted his hand away but he didn’t give up. No matter how hard she tried to focus on reality it wasn’t possible , not with her new blue eyed friend doing all of this.
    “Oh just get it out of your system and kiss. I can’t stand the thought of an evening with the two you and that tension.” said Damon suddenly.
Y/N and Kai turned towards him. The young heretic was grinning and she was looking at her friend with a mix of shock and surprise in her wide eyes. Only half an hour ago he had practically tried to drag Kai away from her and now he was suggesting they make out. What ?!
    “I – I don’t want to kiss him. Why w-would I want to kiss him ?” she stuttered. “T-this is ridiculous.”
Kai put his arm around her shoulder pulling her towards him , sending electricity through her veins.
    “Oh sure you do , sweetheart.” grinned Kai placing his other hand on her stomach. “Owwh listen to that heart beat - racing so fast , so strong. Hmmm…”
Kai leaned in towards her brushing his nose against her cheek slowly moving it towards her neck while snaking his other hand on her stomach , getting her to lose it completely. Y/N’s eyes fluttered closed for a second and glanced at Damon then at Kai , pushing his hands away getting up quickly.
    “I’ll be right back.”

Y/N almost ran to the kitchen to get something cold to drink and find a way to cool down. Kai’s touch and just his presence had sent so many butterflies in her stomach she was 100% sure somehow they’d burst out of her. A few minutes later she had poured herself a glass with her favourite lemon / ginger ice tea and had leaned against the kitchen counter , taking a sip. Her eyes closed and she threw her head back for a moment letting out a small moan.
    “Oh that felt good.” she muttered to herself.
    “So hot moaning like that…” said a male voice , sounding way too close.
When her eyes opened Kai was standing right in front of her , so close his body was almost pressing against hers. He placed his hands on her waist and pulled her towards him leaning in towards her. His eyes kept darting between hers and her lips , his breath lightly hitting her face.
    “Kai – what are you doing ?”  she wondered trying to find a way to pull herself away from him. No way she’d kiss him. No way she’d let him kiss her either no matter how much she wanted to. Luckily for her his grip wasn’t to strong and she pushed him away.
Kai grinned at her , reaching for one of the cupcakes on the counter swiping some of the frosting with his finger and licking it clean right after. Y/N’s eyes widened and she tried very very hard to push away all those thoughts , but instead of helping he pushed it even further - licking some of the frosting from the cupcake with his tongue without taking his eyes off her.
    “MMmmmhmmm those are delicious. You should try them , here.” he swiped some of the frosting and held out his finger for her. “Come on , you know you want to. Plus how can you say 'no’ to chocolate cupcakes.”
Y/N gripped his wrist and pushed his hand away. “I um …no , t-thanks.”
Quickly she turned around walking out of the kitchen when barely a few steps away from the door , Kai caught up with her and without saying a word backed her against the wall , pinned her hands over her head and kissed her as if his life depended on it. Then as if nothing had happened he walked on his way to the living room leaving her breathless with her heart pounding so fast , even she could hear it. Y/N walked to the sofa , clearing her throat and lightly scratching her head. Kai poured two drinks - handing one of them to her.
    “T-thanks.” she smiled nervously unable to stop thinking about that kiss. Kai had sneaked up on her pushing her buttons so hard they were stuck and now all she could think about was him. Even more than before. How did he even do that ?
    “Go out with me.” he asked suddenly.
    “I barely know you. Why would I go out with you ?”
    “Thats why I want you to go out with me. To get to know each other. Isn’t that obvious or do kids do it differently those days? Tell you what. If by the end of the night I haven’t convinced you, I’ll let it go.”
    "Just like that ?”
    "Just like that.” he said raising his hands in surrender and then something flashed in them for a split second. “But you will go out with me. I know you will.”
    "Cocky much?”
    "Alright you two , break it up - my ears are bleeding.” said Damon sitting between Y/N and Kai. “Y/N is the smartest person here. She is not going to go out with you -”
    "We’ll see about that.” said Kai with a smug smirk on his face. 

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The evening dragged itself on. Eventually everyone stopped eyeing them and she relaxed a bit. Kai had cooled it down with the teasing but just as she thought he might’ve given up on that idea something happened.
All of the sudden she felt as if someone was touching her way down there. Y/N glanced at her lap but there was nothing there. For a moment she thought it had been her imagination and pushed the thought away.Then it happened again only this time there was a little more pressure and it felt as if someone was drawing circles her clit and a quiet moan left her lips before she had had the time to stop herself.
    "Are you okay ?” asked Kai innocently , placing his hand on her hip very slightly moving it. “Do you need water or something ?”
Y/N turned towards him seeing the devilish spark in his eyes for a second and thats how she knew - whatever was happening , it was him. He was somehow responsible.  Damon glanced at her then at Kai , grabbing the heretic’s hand and droppingit on Kai’s lap with a smirk on his face.
    "No , I’m g-good. Thanks.” she muttered with a small smile , shooting him a warning look. How can he do that , specially with Damon sitting between them?! Kai grinned at her and took a sip of his drink when all of the sudden her legs parted slightly and an invisible finger entered her ,making her moan a little louder. Damon turned towards her straight away while everyone else glanced at her and she started coughing to try and cover it up.
    "S-sorry , it went down the wrong p-pipe.”
    "Go out with me.” whispered Kai leaning over behind Damon’s back.
    "No.” she whispered through gritted teeth , feeling the invisible finger getting joined by another. Y/N gasped , starting to clear her throat to cover it up feeling them curl around pumping in and out of her slowly picking up the pace. Quiet whimpers kept escaping her lips no matter how much she tried to muffle them.
Y/N balled her hands into fists , her nails digging in her palm almost drawing blood while she tried not to moan every time Kai’s magic fingers curled inside her. A couple of times she shifted on her seat , even tried pushing her legs together but none of it seemed to work.The girl was sure if she says something her friends would intervene but — she didn’t want them to. Y/N had no idea how her new friend was doing this but she enjoyed every second of it.
    "Ahhh that’s some really good bourbon.” muttered Kai , taking a sip looking around the room innocently while he continued teasing her with magic. Her skin felt on fire and the more she tried not to moan the worse things got. It was as if Kai wanted her to moan and his fingers picked up the pace even more. Y/N rested her back against the sofa digging her nails in the cushions. For a second she glanced at Kai and could see devils dancing in his eyes , turning her on even more. Another curl of his fingers later her back arched off the sofa and a quiet moan left her lips. Kai turned towards her grinning , his fingers slowly picking up the pace while an invisible thumb rubbed her clit. Y/N’s cheeks had flushed , her eyes kept fluttering closed and the way Kai kept looking at her with innocent eyes as if there is nothing he had done was just too much.
    “I freaking hate you.” she whispered through gritted teeth.
    “What did I do ?” wondered Damon. Y/N grabbed his glass with bourbon and gulped it all at once.
    “Woawh…” said Kai with an amused look in his face.
Kai continued teasing her , pumping his fingers deep inside her curling them around ,watching her squirm and try not to moan failing almost every time. Luckily her friends had started laughing about something and didn’t hear her whimper or see her legs shake as she came. Her thoughts were a mess , her skin was on fire and the lingering feeling of Kai’s lips on hers was driving her completely nuts. All she could think about was how much she wanted him. There was one thing left to do. Y/N turned towards him with an innocent smile on her face.
    “Kai?”
    "Yes , Y/N ?”
    "Will you come help me with the um - “
    ”-cupcakes?”
    “Yeah … lets go with that.” she muttered , getting off the sofa with Kai on her tail.
Y/N’s legs felt like jelly and she tried to hide it while walking out of the living room and into the hallway , turning right instead of left , heading towards the cellar. Kai caught up with her at the stairs pinning her against the wall not waiting a second before smashing his lips against hers. Their lips moved hungrily together as if trying to swallow each other. He took her hands by the wrists and pinned them over her head , pressing his body against hers ,pushing his crotch against hers making her moan into the kiss.
    "Go out with me.” he asked again gazing longingly into her eyes.
Y/N shook her head , wounding one of her legs  around his waist. A smug smirk showing on his face pushing against her again , resting his forehead on hers. Kai started saying something but she shushed him.
‘They are listening.’ she mouthed.
‘I dont care. I want you and I always get what I want.’ he mouthed back , slipping his hand in her jeans and under her panties until his fingers reached her clit. His lips formed a small letter ‘oh’ realising her panties were pooling with arousal.
    "Someone had fun.” he whispered as quietly as possible. “I wonder what you taste like ? Hmmm … ”
Y/N s eyes widened knowing her friends are upstairs listening in. What if one of them comes looking for them ? A devilish spark flashed in Kai’s eyes and his lips smashed against hers drowning out her moans while his long fingers pushed inside her to the last knuckle curling around , pumping inside her a couple of time. Each curl made her back arch off the wall and her hips kept pushing down on his fingers wanting him to go deeper. Y/N tried hard not to groan in frustration when his fingers pulled out. She had thought teasing her with magic had felt good but that felt magnified to the max. Kai brought his fingers to his lips , moaning as he cleaned his fingers as if her juices are the most delicious treat there is.
    ”So delicious.“ he moaned , leaning to whispering her ear. "And so tight around my fingers. It will feel so nice stretching you out.”
Y/N’s eyes widened and she slipped down the wall for a moment just thinking about what would happen next but he held her steady. However on fire she had felt upstairs , in that moment she was burning up.
    “Mmmmhmm … So , what do you say sweet cheeks ?” he whispered in her ear. “ Will you go out with me?” he asked again loosening the grip on her hands.
    “When?”
    “Tomorrow ?”
Y/N hooked one of her hands around his neck , slipping her other down between their bodies pushing its way in his jeans , palming him through his briefs. “Only if we get out of the house in the next 15 seconds.”
    “Is that a challenge?”
    “12 seconds –”
Kai grabbed her , whooshing them upstairs and through the door before anyone had had the chance to see them , though the sound of the door closing shut with a loud bang got all her friend’s attention.
    “Pay up brother.” said Damon with a smug smirk. “Told you they wouldn’t be able to resist each other.”
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MASTERLIST - SMUT
MASTERLIST - FLUFF

Hey y'all!! Sorry I haven’t written in like two days. More imagines should be posted tonight!!!

So requests are still open for those who would like to know.

Down below is a prompt list. You can send in a few numbers and a character and an imagine will be written. So requests are open!!

THIS PROMPT LIST IS NOT MINE.

THIS PROMPT LIST IS OWNED BY @rfaimagining

Angst:

1: “ Give me a chance. ”
2: “ Not you again.. ”
3: “ Leave me alone. ”
4: “ I don’t love you anymore. ”
5: “ Why do you hate me? ”
6: “ I lost the baby. ”
7: “ I thought you loved me. ”
8: “ I don’t need you anymore. ”
9:“ I can’t believe you! ”
10: “ We cant keep this up forever. ”
11: “ You’re a monster. ”
12: “ I hate you. ”
13: “ Don’t leave me… ”
14: “ You’re a disappointment. ”
15: “ Don’t die on me– Please. ”
16: “ I never meant to hurt you. ”
17: “ Are you upset with me? ”
18: “ I wish i’d never met you. ”
19: “ I’m going to kill you! ”
20: “ Please don’t hurt me like this. ”
21: “ Thanks for nothing. ”
22: “ Dont call this number again. “
23: “ Why did you spare me? ”
24: “ You need to leave. ”
25: “ I’m sick. ”
26: “ I’m dying. ”
27: “ I wish i’d never met you. ”
28: “ I thought we were family!”
29: “ There was never an us. ”
30: “ So that’s it? It’s over? ”
31: “ I fucked up. ”
32: “ I came to say goodbye. ”
33:“ He’s dead because of you. ”
34: “ I don’t deserve to be loved. ”
35: “ About the baby… Its yours. ”

Love:

36: “ I’m so in love with you. ”
37: “ Dance with me! ”
38: “ Isn’t this amazing? ”
39: “ I wish we could stay like this forever. ”
40: “ Will you marry me? ”
41: “ I’m pregnant. ”
42: “ I need a hug. ”
43: “ You’re special to me. ”
44: “ I’m going to keep you safe. ”
45: “ Do you trust me? ”
46: “ Can I kiss you right now? ”
47: “ You’re cute when you’re angry. ”
48: “ I’ve liked you for awhile now. ”
49: “ Lets have a baby. ”
50: “ We’d make such a cute couple. ”
51: “ I want to take care of you. ”
52: “ Can we cuddle? ”
53: “ It’s lonely here without you. ”
54: “ I can’t stand the thought of loosing you. ”
55: “ Shut up and kiss me already. ”
56: “ Are you flirting with me? ”
57: “ Is that my shirt? ”
58: “ How did we get here? ”
59: “ You own my heart. ”
60: “ You’d be a great dad. ”
61: “ You’d be a great mom. ”
62: “ I want to protect you. ”
63: “ Whats the matter? ”
64: “ You’re so beautiful. ”
65: “ Did you do something different with your hair? ”
66: “ Is that a new perfume? ”
67: “ Stop being so cute. ”
68: “ You’re making me blush! ”
69: “ You’re teasing me again… ”
70: “ This is why I fell in love with you. ”
71: “ You’re the best! ”
72: “ They’re going to love you, don’t worry! ”
73: “ Oh, Are you ticklish? ”
74: “ Of course I remembered! ”
75: “ You’re one hell of a girl. ”
76: “ You’re one hell of a guy. ”
77: “ Are you jealous? ”
78: “ Hold me and never let me go. ”
79: “ Stop hogging all the blankets! ”
80: “ Lets run away together. ”

General:

90: “ Catch me if you can! ”
91: “ I’m fine. ”
92: “ Are you drunk? ”
93: “ Are you high? ”
94: “ We cant go in there… ”
95: “ Give it back! ”
96: “ Well this is just great. ”
97: “ Don’t touch me. ”
98: “ Not sure if you could tell, but I’m not exactly a people person. ”
99: “ This was fun— Lets do it again sometime!”
100: “ I didn’t do it! ”
101: “ I did it… ”
102: “ I don’t remember that! ”
103: “ Well that’s pretty rude of you to say. ”
104: “ Get that thing away from me! ”
105: “ You owe me. ”
106: “ Do you believe in aliens? ”
107: “ Do you believe in ghosts? ”
108: “ Are you hitting on me? ”
109: “ Why are you naked? ”
110: “ You did what?! ”
111: “ You have… Superpowers? ”
112: “ Why are you bleeding? ”
113: “ Where did all these puppies come from?”
114: “ Don’t make me come over there myself! ”
115: “ That wasn’t funny. ”
116: “ This tastes horrible. ”
117: “ This is delicious! ”
118: “ Are you mad at me? ”
119: “ Stop ignoring me… ”
120: “ I love that show too! ”
121: “ Can I borrow that book of yours?”
122: “ Lets blow this joint. ”
123: “ Let me help you with that. ”
124: “ Take that back! ”
125: “ Wanna go see a movie with me? ”
126: “ No way, that’s so lame. ”
127: “ What are you listening to? ”
128: “ I brought you your coffee. ”
129: “ Don’t fuck this up. ”
130: “ Run! ”
131: “ Lets run away together. ”
132: “ I haven’t slept in four days… ”
133: “ Your turn to do the dishes. ”
134: “ Was I really that drunk? ”
135: “ Was I really that stoned? ”
136: “Give me back my phone! ”
137: “ You’re an asshole. ”
138: “ Are you cold? ”
139: “ This place gives me the creeps. ”
140: “ I swear my house is haunted. ”
141: “ Did you hear that? ”
142: “ It’s just your imagination. ”
143: “ Just how stupid do you think I am? ”
144: “ Stop being such a baby. ”
145: “ Go back to bed. ”
146: “ Are you okay? ”
147: “ I can take care of myself just fine.”
148: “ Thanks for helping me back there. ”
149: “ Since when have we ever been friends? ”
150: “ What on earth are you wearing? ”
151: “ I can’t feel my legs! ”
152: “ Stop texting me weird stuff so late at night. ”
153: “ Put me down! ”
154: “ There’s only one bed… ”
155: “ It isn’t what it looks like! Okay.. Maybe it is… ”
156: “ How did I loose it? ”
157: “ I read your diary. ”
158: “ This is awkward. ”
159: “ Didn’t you read the sign? ”
160: “ Do you think you can teach me that? ”

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Sexual:

161: “ Bite me. ”
162: “ Make me. ”
163: “ Fuck me. ”
164: “ Stop teasing me so much… ”
165: “ Do you like it when I touch you like that?”
166: “ Okay.. This is new. ”
167: “ Want to head back to my place and have a little fun? ”
168: “ You’re in trouble now. ”
169: “ What a pretty sight. ”
170: “ Bend over. ”
171: “ On your knees. ”
172: “ The food looks great but.. There’s something much more delicious i’d like to eat right now.”
173: “ Lay back. ”
174: “ Take off your clothes. ”
175: “ Well, fine; just this once. ”
176: “ I’m waiting. ”
177: “ You’re so beautiful. ”
178:“ As you wish. ”
179: “ First one to make a noise looses.”
180: “ You have no idea what you do to me. ”
181: “ If you’re bored; Wanna have sex? ”
182: “ Ive wanted this for so long. ”
183: “ Car sex looks so much more easier in the movies. ”
184: “ Can I touch you? ”
185: “ Open up. ”
186: “ No strings attached. ”
187: “ Already? Do I really have that much of an effect on you? ”
188: “ Mine. ”
189: “ The nights still young. ”
190: “ We cant do that here! ”
191: “ Behave. ”
192:“ What did you just say? ”
193: “ Good girl. ”
194: “ Good boy. ”
195: “ Come here. ”

Title: Cherish Those Who Care
Character: Danny Rand
A/n: A story in which reader is insecure about her lack of toughness because she’s surrounded by badass warriors 24/7 and danny boi convinces her otherwise.

Danny knocked softly on your apartment door, looking around the empty hallway as he waited for your replay. His foot tapping on the ground to try and help relieve the minor anxiety he had built up over the last couple of days.

You hadn’t been returning his calls or answering his texts. It had been days since you stopped by his office to say hello like you always did when you found time to.

At first, Danny reasoned that you were just busy with your work. He knew you loved what you did, and sometimes you just got caught up with it all.

But then a week almost passed, and he couldn’t help but worry.

“Oh, Danny,” He was so focused on his thoughts that he didn’t realize you had already answered the door. “What are you doing here?”

Danny tugged on his tie and smiled nervously. “Hey, you’re alright.”

“Why wouldn’t I be?”

“Nothing, it’s just,” He said, trying to put together words. “You haven’t been around much lately.”

“Oh, yeah, about that.” You said, looking up at him. “Come on in.”

Danny nodded and came inside, noticing that you had already disappeared into another room. “(Y/n)?”

“Hmm? I’m in here.” Your voice came from the kitchem, when he followed you were pouring something into a mug. “In here.”

“Coffee?”

“No, chocolate milk,” You said, placing a brown bottle back into the fridge. “I don’t really like coffee.”

Danny found himself smiling fondly at you as he took a seat at one of the kitchen stools. “You know, that’s pretty cute.”

You were about to smile back when your face turned more serious and you pushed the mug away. “About that,” You said, taking a breif pause. “Am I too soft?”

“I’m sorry?”

“I just mean, I’m not really the fighting kind of person like Colleen or Claire. I’m not a very intimidating being either.”

Danny’s brows knitted together as he looked at you. “What are you talking about?”

“Nothing, it’s just, ” You said, your fingers preoccupying themselves by tracing the grain of your counter. “Maybe you should spend less time with me. There’s nothing I can offer you in terms of taking down the Hand or fulfilling your destiny. You should focus more on that.”

“You don’t want to see me anymore?” Danny asked, his voice becoming sad and quiet.

“No! It’s not that I don’t want to, I’m just trying to think of what’s best for you.” You told him, suddenly feeling very shy. “And it’s not me.”

Danny was quiet for a moment, a conflicted expression on his face before he turned to look at you.

“When I was in the monastery, the monks there taught me how to read people. Not just their body language or expression, but how to tell what kind of person they are. They said it would help me choose my enemies and my allies.”

Your brows furrowed. “Allies? Bit of a stiff word to call your friends.”

Danny laughed softly, his head slightly shaking. “The monks were pretty ‘stiff’ people, certain emotions or pleasures were considered distractions, and distractions became weaknesses.”

You nodded, you didn’t fully understand the entire thing, but then again, you really didn’t have to.

You looked up at him. “So, am I an ‘ally’ or an enemy?”

Danny smiled, his gazed locked with yours. “When I first saw you, I noticed your eyes right off.”

You felt the corner of your mouth turn upward into a smile while you gave him a curious expression. “Did you?”

He nodded. “They were gentle eyes, kind eyes,” Danny answered before looking down at his hands. “It was a bit hard to look away if I’m being honest.”

You scoffed, leaning backward into your chair. “You’re just saying that.”

“No, really,” Danny said, placing his hand on top of yours. “I was met with all sorts of bizarre looks that day, a lot of uncaring people who just ignored my presence.”

He paused, looking at you to make sure you were listening to what he was saying.

“But you,” He took your hand, his thumb softly brushed against the back of it. “You were the first person to smile at me, genuinely smile. You talked to me, and you listened to what I had to say. There wasn’t a moment where I thought you were judging me, it was just pure kindness of another person. And it meant the world to me.”

You sighed, regardless of feeling humbled by his thoughts, your insecurities were still lingering in the back of your head. “But maybe I’m too soft. Maybe if I was more ‘tough’ I’d actually be more useful to you.”

“In my opinion,” Danny said, his tone nothing but sincere. “It takes a great deal of courage to be soft and kind in a world that is so cruel.”

You felt his grip on your hand tighten for a moment. “And it’s a trait that is rare to find in people.”

“Danny-”

He held up in his finger, letting you know that now wasn’t the time for you to argue with him. “So, if you think that you have to be more ‘tough’ to make a difference, I can assure you that you don’t. And I wouldn’t want you to be any other way, because without it, I don’t know what would’ve happened to me.”

You smiled. “I’m sure you would’ve managed without me.”

“I don’t think so,” Danny tilted his head so your eyes would remain on him. “I think I would’ve suffered a lot worse without you. Are you understanding what I’m saying?”

You nodded, having a feeling that words would have betrayed you.

Danny released your hand and opened his arms to you, still sensing your doubt. “Come here.”

You looked at him and slowly went into his arms, holding onto him tightly. “You never answered my question.”

“Hmm?”

“Am I a friend or an enemy.”

Danny lowered his head and kisses the top of yours. “You mean so much more to me than just a friend.”

Title: Just the Three of Us (Part 19.)

CHAPTER TITLE: Private Conversations

Part 1. - Part 2.  - Part 3. - Part 4. - Part 5. - Part 6. - Part 7. - Part 8. - Part 9. - Part 10. - Part 11. - Part 12. - Part 13. - Part 14. - Part 15. - Part 16. - Part 17. - Part 18.

Character(s): Negan and Reader, with a cameo from Amber, Sherry, Arat, and Dwight! 
Summary:
Negan decides to pay you a visit without Simon.
Word Count: 3,916
Warning: Brief smut! 
Author’s Note: I know there have been many people who has been wanting some one-on-one with the Reader, so I decided to include a fluffy chapter! And what better for a fluffy chapter than to have a fluffy Negan?! Thank you to everyone who has liked this story, left comments, reblogged it… It really means a lot to me. I can’t believe that we’re nearing twenty chapters. This was originally going to be a one-shot, but it has become one of many stories that I get excited to write for. I hope you all enjoy this one! I believe it is the calm before the storm… ;-)

The following morning, you continued your routine of working at the kitchen then training afterwards. Your mind was running at the possibility of the wives talking to you yesterday. Was it because Negan wanted to ask you to become a wife? Would Simon even allow that? Would you even say yes if Negan asked? The thoughts swarmed your mind and ultimately distracted you from your sparring session with Arat. She managed to land a punch across your cheek while your mind was elsewhere, but you were quickly brought back to reality at the pain that washed over you.

Arat widened her eyes, taking a step back. “Oh my god! I’m so sorry!”

You brought a hand to your cheek, feeling the blood on your lower lip. You looked up to see Arat and the sincere guilt written across her face. “For what? You finally got me.”

She hesitated before gently pushing your shoulder. “Damn it. Don’t do that. Are you okay?”

“I’m fine, Arat. You’ve got a mean swing, though. Just so we’re clear… I’m not going to let that happen again,” you teased, walking to the table to grab a towel to wipe the sweat from your brow.

“Yeah, yeah. Where’s your mind at anyway? You seem too distracted,” she pointed out.

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Imagine Chris trying not to break his promise.

A/N: This was meant to be a one shot, but um- I have a feeling I have another mini series on my hands. Oh God, forgive the bad timing. 😂 It probably won’t be a full-blown mini series, just a few parts. 🤷🏻‍♀️ I’ll see the comments then I’ll decide.

Chris stood outside your apartment block, leaning against his car as he waited for you to show. It was the same drill every morning, ever since your script was bought by Paramount and he was hired to be the director. You didn’t drive and Chris was- well, he was a good guy with a heart of gold; he was always more than happy to go out of his way to drive Sebastian Stan’s baby sister. It was more because of his fond feelings towards you than a favor to his best friend that he was making these detours. And speaking of Sebastian, Chris couldn’t help but think back to what your brother had instructed him to do about his feelings for you.

“Shove it somewhere no one will find, not even you.” Sebastian had told him. “Her career is just blossoming, Chris. It’s bad enough people think Paramount bought her script because of me, if they find out the two of you are…” Sebastian didn’t have to finish his sentence because Chris knew exactly what people would say if they found out you were dating him; the director hired to make your first script into a movie. “I know you care about her, so don’t do this to her.”

Chris sighed because he knew Sebastian was right, he couldn’t let his being with you overshadow your first big break. So he made a promise, a promise that kept him from making a move until the filming and the press tours were done. He’d been just friends with you for so long, what was another six months? It wasn’t like he hadn’t told you how he felt and you could’ve been taken from him at any second; you knew exactly how he felt and you’d told him you felt the same way. You just shared your brother’s concerns and asked politely if the two of you could remain friends until the movie was done and all the dust had settled.

Chris spotted you as soon as you walked out of your apartment building. He chuckled because he could tell from the way your earphones were in, you had forgotten the drill again. You didn’t forget, you just expected him not to drive an hour out of his way to come get you because you’d told him time and time again you were fine taking the bus or a cab. But time and time again, he’d show up at your door ready to pick you up for work.

You were listening to Taylor Swift’s ‘I Know Places’, trying hard not to wince at the irony of your situation. Her song was the perfect depiction of your current relationship with Chris, though it had not yet blossomed as you didn’t know places you could hide away with him. You wished you did, but you knew it wouldn’t have been that simple even if you did; it was never simple when you were constantly under the limelight. The limelight that was worst now that you were starting to make a name for yourself, and not just known as Sebastian Stan’s baby sister. You liked Chris, but you didn’t want to throw your career away before it even started. You couldn’t, especially when being a screen writer was everything you’d ever wanted since you were a little kid. You could still remember how you would write little skits and Sebastian would act it out; your brother was always so supportive of you, you couldn’t disappoint him now.

“Good morning,” Chris stepped in front of you as you started to walk past him. You jumped back, yelping, then huffed when you realized it was just Chris. “Sorry,” he chuckled, gently pulling your earphones from your ears. “I forget that you always have your music up really loud.” He passed you the cables and you chuckled, unplugging it from your phone and stuffing it into your bag. “I see you forgot you have a personal chauffeur.”

“I see you went in the wrong direction again,” you quipped and he laughed. “You know you don’t have to do this every morning, I’m perfectly fine taking public transport.” He shrugged nonchalantly. “I am an hour out of the way, Chris. I’m dragging you out of bed way too early, you-”

“You need to realize that I’d drive two hours out of my way for you,” he cut you off with a smile and you found yourself smiling along with him. “Now,” he slapped his hands together, rubbing them with delight. “Have you had breakfast? 'Cause I haven’t and Frank’s Bistro is,” he threw his thumb over his shoulder, “calling.”

“Do we have time?” You asked and he nodded without even glancing at his watch. “Chris,” you laughed, grabbing his wrist to look at the time. It was 7:30AM, and neither of you had to be at the studio until 10AM. As the drive was- from your place- one hour and forty minutes, the two of you had time for breakfast. “Okay,” you released his wrist and he smiled, moving beside you as the two of you walked down to Frank’s. “Breakfast is on me.”

“I prefer breakfast on a plate,” he leaned in and teased with a whisper in your ear, “but I’m more than happy to have you after.” You blushed, but laughed as you shoved him playfully. “Aren’t you glad Seb isn’t here to keep me in check?”

“No,” you tried not to smile as you bit, making Chris laugh so hard he grabbed his left pec. “It’d be much better if he were here,” you said out loud, then thought to yourself when you felt your heart flutter at the sight of Chris, “'cause you’re not the only one that he needs to keep in check.”


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After Frank’s famous Belgian waffles, you and Chris sipped on chai teas and chatted. You still had time before you had to start the drive, and with Chris’ driving- you could afford a few extra minutes. It was always nice to spend time with Chris. You’d been a fan of him since his Johnny Storm days so one could only imagine your excitement when you heard your big brother was going to be working with him on Captain America.

The first time you met Chris was on the set, after weeks of bugging Sebastian- he finally agreed to take you. He was very hesitant about bringing you along knowing how badly you crushed on his co-star. Sebastian had always been a very protective older brother because of the ten year age gap, if he could- he would’ve kept you from all the bad in the world. Of course this didn’t mean he thought Chris was bad, he just wasn’t mentally ready to see you with a guy; a guy he saw you having forever with. He knew you’d bug him to bring you onto the set eventually, so he spent the weeks leading up to that moment to scout Chris out. It was the first time he’d worked with Chris Evans and he needed to know if he was good enough for his baby sister; it didn’t take long, just like it didn’t take long for you and Chris to become close.

Seven years of friendship might make one question why you and Chris didn’t date before you made your big break. You could blame Sebastian’s overprotectiveness, but that wasn’t the main reason. Yeah, he didn’t want you to date Chris until you turned twenty-three at most. But even after you did, you didn’t feel ready to be in a relationship with someone as futuristic and intense as Chris. It wasn’t a bad thing to be because you were the same, you just knew if you’d gotten together with him at the wrong time- you’d lose an amazing guy who you could easily marry and have kids with. You wanted the timing to be perfect, and just as it came close- your script sold and Chris became your director, killing all chances of dating him for a while.  

“I know we’ve been friends for a while now,” Chris began and you tuned back into the conversation. “But I still feel like you haven’t told me everything there is to know about yourself. So what are you hiding from me, Miss Stan?”

“Please,” you laughed. “We’ve been friends for seven years, you know everything there is to know about me. Even some incredibly personal and blackmail worthy details,” you reminded him and he suppressed laughter at all the deep, dark secrets he’d found out about you over the years. “I’m an open book, Mr. Evans.”

“As open as you are, I’m sure there’s a hidden chapter somewhere.”

“Nope, not this girl,” you shook your head. “What you see is what you get.”

“Well, if you ever think of anything,” he smiled, “You know I’m always here for you, right?”

“Yeah, I know,” you reached over the table and patted his hand, “you’re a really good friend.”

“Friend,” he repeated, grimacing. You rolled your eyes with a bit back smile because you knew he was just being overdramatic; he knew very well where he stood when it came to you and your feelings. “Wow, that- that is really hurtful, Y/N. I mean- I’ve professed my love for you and you hit me with a 'you’re a really good friend’. That is stone cold,” he pressed his hand to his heart, “you’re breaking my fragile heart.”

“Like you believe you’re in the friend zone.”

“I’m not your boyfriend, so…” He trailed off, pressing his lips together to hide his smile. You rolled your eyes and he laughed, reaching over the table to take your hand in his. “Maybe Seb really needs to be around when we hang out. What do you think about changing our male lead?” He joked and you laughed, but your eyes remained on Chris’ hand playing with yours. “What’s going on in that pretty little brain of yours?” He asked, squeezing your hand to catch your gaze.

“Pretty little brain of mine?” You scoffed, pulling your hand away. He chuckled as you said, “that seems slightly offensive, Mr. Feminist.” You knew he didn’t mean offense, he’d never do anything to offend you ever. “Let’s see, what goes on in this pretty little brain of mine.” You smirked at him as you repeated his phrase and he winced with a smile. “Well, story ideas- but that’s obvious.” He nodded. “Fluffy puppies like Dodger.” He smiled. “Gummi Bears.” He chuckled. “And one very handsome man.”

“One very handsome man by the name of Chris?” He smirked.

“Oh my God,” you gasped, “how’d you know I was thinking about Chris Pratt?

"Oh wow,” he tried not to laugh as he feigned offense. “That is- wow, Y/N. Low blow.”

“No,” you reached for his hand and smiled sweetly. “There’s only one Chris I think about.” He smiled as you entwined your fingers with his. “It’s not Pratt, or Pine, or Hemsworth.” His smile widened and you tried not to laugh as you wiped that smile off his face with, “it’s Chris Wood.”

“Very funny,” he rolled his eyes and you giggled, drawing your hand back. There was a short moment of silence that brought the two of you to the reality of your situation, saddening you and Chris. “This is a lot harder than I thought it’d be,” he admitted, licking his dry lips.

“Me too,” you sighed.

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Part 2

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A/N: This is the first time i’ve wrote anything regarding the criminal minds fandom so I apologise if it isn’t the best, however I hope you enjoy it!!

Female!Reader x Spencer Reid

Reid’s slender fingers danced along his keyboard, swiftly typing up the last case file that had stained his desk for last few hours, ushering him to be finished so he could return home and catch up on some much needed rest.

The last few days had been rather hectic for the BAU, having been informed by their Unit Chief that their recent case files were to be presented in SES Strauss’ office, where she would inspect their work. It was evident that the late nights had taken a tole on team, wishing they were home with their families, revealing their ill-tempered mannerisms at such a late hour. Even Garcia was finding it increasingly hard to keep up with Morgan’s jokes, informing him on multiple occasions that he needed to remove himself from her coven of terror before his ‘baby girl’ would rip his pretty little face off, evidently proving the team needed time off.

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I’m really liking how this one turned out. Such a cute little fluffy ending, too! Let me know what you think about this one guys. I might just go reread it because I so enjoyed writing it! Thank you to all the people leaving feedback last time - I’m looking at you @cajunlizard, @thevanishedillusion, @the-blue-haired-boy, and @legrandfoyer! Enjoy, everyone.

Prompt[s]:  Is there more? Please tell me there is more.

An Interview With Tony Stark was one of the nicest, vanilla-coffee-with-beatles-background-music level of delighful, and best written stories I have read in a long long time

I’d definitely love to see more of this story! … maybe Tony can keep stealing the reader away from Bruce to help him with his projects…

‘An Interview with Tony Stark’ (Part 2)

Part 1

Bruce bashed his fists against the door to Tony’s lab incessantly. They used to share a laboratory space, but a combination of Tony’s spread-everything-everywhere habits and Bruce’s growing need for a larger room forced them to different floors. Luckily they weren’t so far apart that, should there be an emergency, they could still reach each other in short time.

Bruce considered this a… mild emergency.

He hadn’t had to “knock” long before the door finally opened. It only opened a crack, mind you. Tony put himself in the small gap between the door itself and the frame. He smiled thinly.
“Hey, pal. What’s going on?”

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Title: Late For the Date
Character: Jake Peralta
A/n: It was a lot harder than I thought to manage school and this because i can no longer procrastinate writing during the day and then just stay up till 2am to finish a story.

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In retrospect, it might have been a bad idea to invite you over to Jake’s place for the date. The whole building was unpredictable and he legitimately had nothing planned.

Jake slumped down in his seat, hands dragging down his face as he tried to formulate an idea in his head.

That or which persona he would take up when he inevitably makes a total and complete fool of himself in front of you therefore causing him to flee the country and herd goats to avoid the shame.

It’s just that he was so attracted to you, that sometimes he didn’t even know what he was saying to you half the time. He hadn’t felt that way about anyone in what felt like forever. Jake wanted to do this date right, and not halfass it like he did with everything else.

“Hey, Cassanova,” Gina said as she gracefully plopped into the seat next to his desk. “Little bird told me you managed to snag a date with (Y/n).”

“Is this little bird Charles?”

Gina laughed while her and Charles exchanged a quick glance at each other. “Maybe, anways tell me all the details of what you have planned.”

Jake huffed. “Funny you mention that, cause I got nothing.”

“That’s surprising coming from you. You’re usually the top guy when it comes to setting up dates.”

“That’s just it though, all my previous dates have been total flops. And I really want this one to work out,” He said, casting her a hopeful glance. “Any ideas?”

“Oh, you want a full on thing? Then no, I cannot be of help to you. But, Amy and her are good friends, so trying asking her,” Gina said, standing up and stretching. “But I mean if things don’t work out, send her my way.”

Jake only nodded, too distracted by his thoughts but when he did his head shot up. “Wait, what’s that supposed to mean?!”

To say it was chaos in the Peralta apartment would be a drastic understatement for the situation at hand. He had been taking better care of the apartment, but now it felt like every little thing was out of place and had to be taken care of asap.

God, is this how Santiago felt all the time?

That poor woman.

Jake pulled up his sleeve to check the time and saw that be still had an hour left before you were gonna arrive.

After his small discussion with Amy, he was fairly certain that the date would be pretty good. He learned that grand or extravagant gestures tend to make you uncomfortable, and if he treated this like a more casual hang out then you would enjoy yourself a lot more.

That was Jake’s main goal for the evening, to make you comfortable around him so you both could enjoy yourselves.

With everything done all he had to do was sit and wait for you to show up.

Jake checked his watch for the fifth time in the span of a three minutes. His knees jolted up and down nervously as he continued to glance at the door of his apartment, barely listening to the silly sitcom he had playing on the television.

You were almost twenty minutes late, something very unusual since Amy and Captain Holt would boast about your punctuality to him, in hopes something might rub off on him.

Another ten minutes passed and Jake tried not to let the hurt settle in, there weren’t any messages from you and if it was something serious he knew you would have called.

Jake let out a deep sigh and went to turn off the television when there were a few frantic knocks at the door.

His whole heart jumped at the sound and he tried to not seem too eager as he went to open the door. Taking a small moment to clear his throat and smoothen out his hair, Jake finally opened it.

“I am so sorry!” You said with a large huff. “So much was happening, I got lost in a bit of my work and then my aunt called me just as I was about to leave and the woman can talk for ages.”

Jake couldn’t keep back the smile, he was just so happy to see you and that he could avoid the potential heartbreak over you standing him up.

“It’s totally cool,” Jake said, trying to seem nonchalant while his heart felt like it was ready to hop out of his chest and take off screaming. “I mean I don’t have any aunts but I can imagine they would be delightful ladies who would talk to me a ton too.”

Jake brought you inside his apartment and gave you a small tour of where everything was. “Bathroom’s on the second door to the left if ya need it and bedroom is the last door of the hall if you need a quiet place to have a mental breakdown like I do twice a day.”

Jake’s ears perked up whenever you laughed and he noticed you open up your bag to pull something out.

“First of all, I wanted to say thank you for being so sweet about me being unbearably late for our date,” You then took out a paper bag and held it out to him, Jake couldn’t help but smile at the brightly colored chalk that stained your hands. “Secondly, I got this for you because I felt really bad about it.”

Jake feigned a suspicious look as he opened the bag and looked inside. “It’s an everything bagel!” He said with a happy laugh as he unwrapped it. “Look! It even has beef jerky! Where did you get this at?”

You gave him a wink and tapped the side of your nose. “I know a guy, makes anything I ask him to really. And I remember you talking about wanting one so I thought it would make up for me.”

Jake’s whole system was being overflooded with pleasant affection for you that he couldn’t help but lean over and give you a big hug.

Though when he realized what he did he almost dropped the bagel. “I’m sorry, that was really awkward and I dunno how comfortable you are with that kind of stuff.”

You smiled at him and shook your head. “No it’s fine, I thought it was pretty cute.”

Jake set the food aside and helped you out of your coat. “Now the date can officially begin!”

You stiffled a laugh as you reached out to move Jake’s head back to it’s former position. “Jake Peralta, if you’re going to be my muse then you have to sit still.”

After watching a couple comedies and spending a good few of hours just talking and exchanging funny stories while the two of enjoyed each other’s company. Then you finally managed to convince Jake to let you draw him.

Trouble was, he kept making silly faces or intentionally moving poses to try and get a reaction out of you. “I’m your muse? I’m not an overly kinky man, but I must say, I do like the sound of that.”

You shot him a look and pushed on his shoulder so he’s stumble out of his weird position on the couch. “Hush up, you’re distracting me from my art.”

Jake placed his chin in his hand and watched your hands float around the sketchbook and how your eyes would quickly switch between his face and the page. “You’re incredibly attractive like this, did you know that?”

You smiled, still keeping your gaze on the paper. “Why Mr. Peralta, you are quite foward.”

Jake chuckled, tilting his head ever slightly. “It’s true, Gina was telling me about the whole attractive artist thing and I gotta say that I’m into it.”

“Guess that’s lucky for me then.” You said, smudging one part of his shirt while you debated what to do next, missing Jake’s content sigh while he watched you.

“Just a bit more,” You said, taking one last glance up at him and then tossing your pencil aside. “Done!”

Jake eagerly waited for you to flip the sketchbook over but when you didn’t he raised an eyebrow. “Well? Aren’t you gonna show me?”

“Should I?” You asked, placing it close to your chest so it was totally concealed. “I don’t think you’ve earned it.”

“Not fair! I am the best muse an artist could have!” He argued, trying to steal the book away from you.

“Lemme see!”

“Nah, I don’t feel like it.”

“(Y/n)!”

Jake started tickling your sides. “Show me! Let me gaze upon my beautiful face!” His laughter mixing with yours whenever you tried to swat him away.

“Fine! Fine!” You wheezed, pushing him off of you enough to plop the page onto his lap.

“Aw man,” Jake said as he held the picture close to him. “I look absolutely dreadful, is this what I look like all the time because I should really work on that.”

You nudged him. “Shut up, you’re not that bad.”

Jake wiggled his eyebrows. “(Y/n), are you trying to tell me that I’m pretty.”

“Would you mind if I was?”

Jake blushed, and cleared his throat. “N-Not at all.”

You leaned against him. “Well you’re pretty handsome, Peralta.”

Jake looked down at you and smiled. “You’re not too bad yourself.”

“Thank you, I try my best,” You said with a smile, leaning over to look at the clock on the microwave. “Oh wow, I think I should be heading home.” You announced, rolling off the coach and springing to your feet.

He stood up, handing you your sketchbook and helping you retrieve your things. “You’re leaving me so soon?” He asked once the two of you were at the door. “I didn’t get to turn my charm on.”

You smiled over your shoulder while putting your coat on. “I think you were charming enough, besides if I hang around you too much I’ll lose the allure.”

Jake leaned against the doorframe while you finished getting situated. “Well, you’re welcome at my place any time. I’d be happy to have you over again.”

“I might take you up on that offer, Detective Peralta,” You said, smiling whenever he chuckled. “Anyways, thank you for a very fun evening.”

“It was fun for me too. Definitely ranks pretty high on my best date list.” Jake said, your gazes meeting briefly as he decided weither or not to kiss your goodnight.

“I’ll see you later then.” You said before he could make up his mind.

“Goodnight, let me know when you get home safe.” Jake told you, awkwardly shaking your hand.

You smiled and nodded before turning around for breif second, then quickly facing him again, lightly tugging on the front of his shirt to give him a small kiss on his cheek.

“Will do.” You said, letting him go and walking down the hallway.

Jake leaned over the doorframe to make sure you were gone before fist bumping the air and closing the door.

Definitely the top of his best date list.