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‘Wild side’

Request: Klaus smut where you and Klaus are in love with each other, and after a fight with Elena you go to see him

Pairing: Klaus x reader

Warnings: Swearing, smut (sexual content, eating out, fingering, sex)

You​ ​feel​ ​your​ ​whole​ ​body​ ​go​ ​tense​ ​as​ ​Klaus​ ​Mikaelson​ ​enters​ ​the​ ​Mystic​ ​Grill​ ​and​ ​shoots​ ​a smile​ ​over​ ​to​ ​where​ ​you,​ ​Elena​ ​and​ ​Bonnie​ ​are​ ​sitting.​ ​You​ ​give​ ​a​ ​half​ ​smile​ ​back,​ ​trying​ ​to​ ​be polite​ ​but​ ​not​ ​entice​ ​him​ ​over​ ​at​ ​the​ ​same​ ​time.​ ​Unfortunately,​ ​it​ ​doesn’t​ ​work,​ ​and​ ​Klaus seems​ ​to​ ​take​ ​your​ ​acknowledgement​ ​as​ ​an​ ​invitation,​ ​weaving​ ​his​ ​way​ ​through​ ​chairs​ ​and bar​ ​stools​ ​until​ ​he​ ​reaches​ ​your​ ​table.​ ​He​ ​lays​ ​a​ ​fleeting​ ​hand​ ​on​ ​your​ ​shoulder,​ ​and​ ​you​ ​feel sparks​ ​through​ ​you​ ​as​ ​he​ ​does​ ​so,​ ​your​ ​stomach​ ​a​ ​whirl​ ​of​ ​butterflies.​ ​Fear​ ​floods​ ​through you​ ​at​ ​your​ ​reaction​ ​to​ ​his​ ​touch.  

‘Hello​ ​love’​ ​he​ ​says​ ​looking​ ​right​ ​at​ ​you​ ​‘what​ ​are​ ​you​ ​doing​ ​here?’  

‘We’re​ ​just​ ​having​ ​a​ ​drink’​ ​you​ ​say,​ ​nodding​ ​at​ ​your​ ​two​ ​best​ ​friends​ ​as​ ​you​ ​try​ ​not​ ​to​ ​show​ ​to Klaus​ ​any​ ​hints​ ​of​ ​what​ ​you’re​ ​feeling.​ ​He’s​ ​a​ ​bad​ ​person,​ ​you​ ​remind​ ​yourself,​ ​and​ ​being​ ​with him​ ​will​ ​only​ ​get​ ​me​ ​into​ ​a​ ​heap​ ​of​ ​trouble.  

‘Any​ ​special​ ​occasion?’​ ​he​ ​asks.  

‘Beginning​ ​of​ ​spring​ ​break’​ ​you​ ​tell​ ​him​ ​in​ ​a​ ​flat​ ​voice,​ ​fiddling​ ​with​ ​the​ ​ends​ ​of​ ​your​ ​hair​ ​self consciously​ ​and​ ​focusing​ ​your​ ​gaze​ ​on​ ​the​ ​table.​ ​You​ ​might​ ​not​ ​be​ ​able​ ​to​ ​contain​ ​yourself​ ​if you​ ​look​ ​up​ ​into​ ​his​ ​warm​ ​blue​ ​eyes.   

‘Well,​ ​I’d​ ​love​ ​to​ ​buy​ ​you​ ​a​ ​drink​ ​then’​ ​he​ ​says​ ​‘care​ ​to​ ​come​ ​and​ ​get​ ​one​ ​with​ ​me?’  

You​ ​swallow,​ ​trying​ ​to​ ​fight​ ​back​ ​how​ ​desperately​ ​you​ ​want​ ​to​ ​take​ ​him​ ​up​ ​on​ ​his​ ​offer. 

‘No​ ​thanks’​ ​you​ ​say​ ​instead​ ​‘we’ve​ ​just​ ​got​ ​fresh​ ​ones.’  

‘Well,​ ​another​ ​time​ ​then’​ ​he​ ​replies,​ ​and​ ​you​ ​sneak​ ​a​ ​quick​ ​glance​ ​upwards.​ ​A​ ​look​ ​of​ ​hurt sweeps​ ​across​ ​his​ ​face,​ ​but​ ​he​ ​replaces​ ​it​ ​with​ ​a​ ​smile​ ​quickly,​ ​and​ ​leaves​ ​the​ ​three​ ​of​ ​you alone.​ ​You​ ​slouch​ ​with​ ​disappointment,​ ​and​ ​wish​ ​immediately​ ​that​ ​you’d​ ​gone​ ​with​ ​him.​ ​You have​ ​to​ ​remind​ ​yourself​ ​in​ ​your​ ​head​ ​that​ ​he’s​ ​not​ ​a​ ​good​ ​person.​ ​You​ ​should​ ​fear​ ​him​ ​more than​ ​the​ ​little​ ​amount​ ​that​ ​you​ ​do.   

‘What​ ​was​ ​that​ ​about?’​ ​Bonnie​ ​asks,​ ​intrigued​ ​‘you​ ​were​ ​practically​ ​shaking​ ​in​ ​your​ ​seat. You’re​ ​never​ ​normally​ ​that​ ​nervous.’  

‘Yeah,​ ​come​ ​to​ ​think​ ​of​ ​it,​ ​you’re​ ​always​ ​like​ ​that​ ​around​ ​Klaus’​ ​Elena​ ​says​ ​‘you​ ​don’t…have feelings​ ​for​ ​him​ ​do​ ​you?’​ ​

You​ ​glance​ ​behind​ ​Elena,​ ​towards​ ​the​ ​bar,​ ​where​ ​Klaus​ ​is​ ​sitting with​ ​a​ ​drink​ ​in​ ​his​ ​hand.​ ​He’s​ ​staring​ ​at​ ​the​ ​wall,​ ​and​ ​you​ ​have​ ​a​ ​suspicion​ ​that​ ​he’s​ ​listening to​ ​every​ ​word​ ​you’re​ ​saying.​ ​You​ ​gesture​ ​to​ ​him,​ ​then​ ​your​ ​ears​ ​and​ ​then​ ​the​ ​door,​ ​hoping​ ​that the​ ​two​ ​girls​ ​will​ ​get​ ​the​ ​message.​ ​Luckily​ ​they​ ​do,​ ​and​ ​the​ ​three​ ​of​ ​you​ ​exit​ ​the​ ​Grill,​ ​leaving your​ ​half​ ​finished​ ​drinks​ ​on​ ​the​ ​table.  

‘I​ ​do’​ ​you​ ​admit​ ​once​ ​Klaus​ ​is​ ​out​ ​of​ ​earshot​ ​‘he​ ​just​ ​makes​ ​me​ ​feel​ ​so…I​ ​can’t​ ​even​ ​explain​ ​it. I​ ​keep​ ​trying​ ​to​ ​remind​ ​myself​ ​that​ ​he’s​ ​not​ ​a​ ​good​ ​person,​ ​but​ ​I​ ​just​ ​want​ ​to​ ​be​ ​with​ ​him​ ​all the​ ​time.​ ​That​ ​wouldn’t​ ​be​ ​so​ ​bad​ ​would​ ​it?’​ ​you​ ​ask,​ ​thinking​ ​that​ ​if​ ​your​ ​best​ ​friend​ ​agreed​ ​it wouldn’t,​ ​then​ ​maybe​ ​you​ ​wouldn’t​ ​have​ ​to​ ​be​ ​so​ ​worried,​ ​or​ ​scared​ ​of​ ​what​ ​might​ ​happen​ ​if you​ ​let​ ​him​ ​in.​ ​Maybe​ ​you​ ​would​ ​finally​ ​be​ ​able​ ​to​ ​tell​ ​him​ ​how​ ​you​ ​feel.  

‘Of​ ​course​ ​it​ ​would!’​ ​Elena​ ​says​ ​‘Y/N,​ ​have​ ​you​ ​lost​ ​your​ ​mind?​ ​Don’t​ ​go​ ​anywhere​ ​near Klaus.’  

Your​ ​hope​ ​turns​ ​to​ ​anger,​ ​even​ ​though​ ​your​ ​best​ ​friend​ ​was​ ​only​ ​giving​ ​her​ ​opinion​ ​in​ ​order​ ​to help​ ​you.​ ​You​ ​know​ ​that​ ​you​ ​should​ ​just​ ​swallow​ ​your​ ​disappointment​ ​and​ ​move​ ​on,​ ​but​ ​you can’t​ ​help​ ​yourself​ ​from​ ​saying;​ ​‘that’s​ ​a​ ​bit​ ​much,​ ​he’s​ ​not​ ​that​ ​bad.​ ​You’re​ ​always​ ​like​ ​this aren’t​ ​you?’  

‘Like​ ​what?’​ ​she​ ​asks,​ ​looking​ ​hurt​ ​at​ ​your​ ​sudden​ ​change​ ​in​ ​attitude.​ ​You​ ​feel​ ​bad,​ ​but​ ​the words​ ​slip​ ​from​ ​your​ ​mouth​ ​before​ ​you​ ​can​ ​stop​ ​them.  

‘You​ ​always​ ​warn​ ​me​ ​to​ ​‘stay​ ​away’​ ​from​ ​guys’​ ​you​ ​say​ ​‘and​ ​then​ ​you​ ​usually​ ​end​ ​up​ ​dating them!​ ​That​ ​happened​ ​with​ ​Stefan,​ ​remember,​ ​and​ ​then​ ​you​ ​two​ ​got​ ​together!’  

‘That’s​ ​so​ ​unfair​ ​to​ ​say’​ ​she​ ​says​ ​‘I​ ​fell​ ​in​ ​love​ ​with​ ​Stefan,​ ​even​ ​though​ ​I​ ​was​ ​trying​ ​to​ ​stay away​ ​too.​ ​I​ ​was​ ​trying​ ​to​ ​help​ ​you​ ​Y/N.​ ​I’d​ ​just​ ​found​ ​out​ ​he​ ​was​ ​a​ ​vampire,​ ​and​ ​I​ ​didn’t​ ​think any​ ​of​ ​us​ ​should​ ​be​ ​near​ ​him.’  

‘Except​ ​you,​ ​apparently’​ ​you​ ​shoot​ ​back​ ​‘are​ ​you​ ​going​ ​to​ ​do​ ​the​ ​same​ ​thing​ ​with​ ​Klaus​ ​now?’  

‘I​ ​want​ ​nothing​ ​to​ ​do​ ​with​ ​Klaus!’​ ​she​ ​says​ ​‘if​ ​you​ ​want​ ​to​ ​go​ ​and​ ​get​ ​yourself​ ​killed​ ​over​ ​him, be​ ​my​ ​guest.’​ ​She​ ​starts​ ​to​ ​get​ ​angry​ ​too,​ ​which​ ​winds​ ​you​ ​up​ ​more.​ ​‘You​ ​think​ ​I​ ​always​ ​‘steal your​ ​guys?’​ ​Well,​ ​you​ ​always​ ​do​ ​this!’’​ ​she​ ​shouts​ ​‘you​ ​ask​ ​for​ ​my​ ​advice​ ​and​ ​then​ ​you​ ​get angry​ ​when​ ​I​ ​don’t​ ​say​ ​what​ ​you​ ​want​ ​to​ ​hear.’  

‘No​ ​I​ ​do​ ​not!’​ ​you​ ​shout​ ​equally​ ​as​ ​loudly​ ​‘your​ ​advice​ ​is​ ​just​ ​always​ ​selfish​ ​and​ ​wrong!’  

‘Then​ ​don’t​ ​ask​ ​anymore!’  

‘I​ ​won’t​ ​then!’  

‘Have​ ​fun​ ​getting​ ​killed’​ ​she​ ​says​ ​in​ ​a rough​ ​voice,​ ​and​ ​turns​ ​on​ ​her​ ​heel​ ​to​ ​leave.​ ​Bonnie shakes​ ​her​ ​head​ ​sadly​ ​at​ ​you​ ​before​ ​following,​ ​leaving​ ​you​ ​all​ ​alone​ ​in​ ​the​ ​alley.​ ​You​ ​think back​ ​over​ ​what​ ​just​ ​happened​ ​and​ ​feel​ ​tears​ ​prick​ ​your​ ​eyes.​ ​Why​ ​did​ ​you​ ​just​ ​purposefully pick​ ​a​ ​fight?​ ​You’re​ ​so​ ​confused​ ​over​ ​your​ ​feelings​ ​about​ ​your​ ​fight​ ​and​ ​Klaus.​ ​You​ ​know​ ​you should​ ​go​ ​after​ ​Elena​ ​and​ ​apologise,​ ​but​ ​your​ ​turn​ ​around​ ​and​ ​head​ ​back​ ​inside​ ​the​ ​Grill instead.​ ​You​ ​walk​ ​over​ ​to​ ​where​ ​Klaus​ ​is​ ​still​ ​sitting​ ​and​ ​take​ ​the​ ​seat​ ​next​ ​to​ ​him.​ ​You​ ​lower your​ ​head​ ​into​ ​your​ ​hands,​ ​and​ ​a​ ​few​ ​tears​ ​leak​ ​down​ ​your​ ​cheeks.  

‘Are​ ​you​ ​okay​ ​love?’​ ​Klaus’​ ​hand​ ​is​ ​back​ ​on​ ​your​ ​shoulder,​ ​and​ ​he​ ​looks​ ​concerned.  

‘I…’​ ​you​ ​begin​ ​and​ ​trail​ ​off.​ ​

He​ ​takes​ ​your​ ​hand​ ​gently​ ​and​ ​leads​ ​you​ ​away​ ​from​ ​the​ ​crowded bar​ ​and​ ​through​ ​a​ ​door​ ​to​ ​the​ ​right,​ ​into​ ​a​ ​small,​ ​mostly​ ​empty​ ​room.   

‘What’s​ ​wrong?’​ ​he​ ​asks,​ ​looking​ ​into​ ​your​ ​eyes.  

‘I​ ​got​ ​into​ ​a​ ​fight​ ​with​ ​Elena’​ ​you​ ​say.  

‘You​ ​two​ ​looked​ ​happy​ ​a​ ​few​ ​minutes​ ​ago’​ ​he​ ​says​ ​‘was​ ​it…something​ ​I​ ​said?’ 

‘Truthfully,​ ​sort​ ​of.​ ​It​ ​bought​ ​up​ ​something​ ​else’​ ​you​ ​tell​ ​him​ ​vaguely.  

‘What​ ​was​ ​that?’  

‘I’ll​ ​tell​ ​you​ ​sometime’​ ​you​ ​say​ ​‘but,​ ​for​ ​now​ ​can​ ​you​ ​just​ ​distract​ ​me​ ​from​ ​it?’

 ‘How?’​ ​he​ ​asks,​ ​his​ ​face​ ​inches​ ​from​ ​yours.   

Your​ ​hands​ ​shaking,​ ​you​ ​pull​ ​your​ ​t​ ​shirt​ ​over​ ​your​ ​head,​ ​leaving​ ​you​ ​standing​ ​there​ ​in​ ​your navy​ ​blue​ ​lace​ ​bra.​ ​You​ ​see​ ​Klaus’​ ​eye’s​ ​widen,​ ​and​ ​you​ ​say​ ​again​ ​‘distract​ ​me.’  

He​ ​crashes​ ​his​ ​lips​ ​into​ ​yours,​ ​and​ ​you​ ​feel​ ​sparks​ ​erupt​ ​through​ ​you.​ ​His​ ​hands​ ​wander around​ ​your​ ​shoulders​ ​and​ ​down​ ​your​ ​back,​ ​undoing​ ​the​ ​catch​ ​of​ ​your​ ​bra​ ​and​ ​removing​ ​it​ ​in one​ ​swift​ ​move,​ ​leaving​ ​you​ ​bare​ ​in​ ​front​ ​of​ ​him.​ ​He​ ​breaks​ ​away​ ​from​ ​the​ ​kiss​ ​and​ ​casts​ ​his eyes​ ​downwards,​ ​murmuring​ ​‘you’re​ ​so​ ​beautiful’​ ​before​ ​kissing​ ​you​ ​again,​ ​this​ ​time​ ​harder. He​ ​cups​ ​your​ ​breasts​ ​in​ ​his​ ​hands,​ ​making​ ​you​ ​moan​ ​softly​ ​into​ ​his​ ​lips,​ ​as​ ​your​ ​fingers​ ​fiddle with​ ​the​ ​hem​ ​of​ ​his​ ​black​ ​t​ ​shirt.​ ​You​ ​pull​ ​it​ ​quickly​ ​over​ ​his​ ​head,​ ​growing​ ​wet​ ​at​ ​the​ ​sight​ ​of his​ ​toned​ ​chest​ ​and​ ​the​ ​feeling​ ​of​ ​his​ ​lips​ ​on​ ​your​ ​breasts,​ ​which​ ​have​ ​replaced​ ​his​ ​hands.​ ​He slides​ ​his​ ​hands​ ​down​ ​to​ ​your​ ​hips,​ ​removing​ ​your​ ​skirt​ ​and​ ​panties,​ ​and​ ​lifts​ ​you​ ​up​ ​so​ ​that his​ ​head​ ​is​ ​in​ ​between​ ​your​ ​thighs,​ ​your​ ​legs​ ​draped​ ​around​ ​his​ ​shoulders.  

He​ ​plants​ ​small​ ​kisses​ ​on​ ​your​ ​inner​ ​thighs,​ ​making​ ​you​ ​tremble​ ​under​ ​his​ ​touch,​ ​before licking​ ​a​ ​small​ ​strip​ ​along​ ​your​ ​clit.  

‘Klaus’​ ​you​ ​moan,​ ​begging​ ​him​ ​to​ ​do​ ​something.​ ​He​ ​looks​ ​up​ ​at​ ​you​ ​and​ ​smirks​ ​before slipping​ ​into​ ​your​ ​entrance​ ​with​ ​his​ ​tongue.​ ​He​ ​begins​ ​to​ ​suck​ ​on​ ​it,​ ​swirling​ ​your​ ​arousal​ ​as he​ ​does​ ​so.  

‘Fuck​ ​Klaus’​ ​you​ ​groan,​ ​as​ ​he​ ​rubs​ ​your​ ​swollen​ ​clit​ ​in​ ​figures​ ​of​ ​eight​ ​while​ ​his​ ​mouth​ ​works, the​ ​friction​ ​making​ ​you​ ​grind​ ​your​ ​hips​ ​into​ ​his​ ​tongue,​ ​desperate​ ​for​ ​more.​ ​He​ ​makes​ ​a​ ​low humming​ ​sound​ ​and​ ​the​ ​vibrations​ ​travel​ ​through​ ​your​ ​body,​ ​causing​ ​you​ ​even​ ​more pleasure.​ ​He​ ​switches​ ​his​ ​fingers​ ​with​ ​his​ ​tongue,​ ​sucking​ ​on​ ​your​ ​clit​ ​as​ ​he​ ​pushes​ ​them into​ ​you,​ ​hitting​ ​your​ ​g-spot​ ​over​ ​and​ ​over.  

‘Yes,​ ​keep​ ​going,​ ​mmm,​ ​just​ ​like​ ​that’​ ​you​ ​moan.​ ​You​ ​run​ ​your​ ​fingers​ ​through​ ​his​ ​hair​ ​and arch​ ​your​ ​back​ ​upwards,​ ​still​ ​balanced​ ​on​ ​his​ ​shoulders.  

‘I’m​ ​gonna​ ​cum’​ ​you​ ​warn​ ​him​ ​as​ ​you​ ​feel​ ​yourself​ ​nearing​ ​your​ ​end.​ ​He​ ​starts​ ​to​ ​move​ ​his fingers​ ​even​ ​faster,​ ​bringing​ ​your​ ​orgasm​ ​closer.  

FUCK,​ ​Klaus’​ ​you​ ​scream,​ ​and​ ​you​ ​feel​ ​yourself​ ​release​ ​into​ ​his​ ​mouth.​ ​He​ ​slowly​ ​slips​ ​his fingers​ ​out​ ​of​ ​you,​ ​using​ ​his​ ​tongue​ ​to​ ​lick​ ​your​ ​juices​ ​from​ ​you​ ​as​ ​your​ ​orgasm​ ​rocks​ ​your body.​ ​When​ ​he’s​ ​finished​ ​he​ ​straightens​ ​up,​ ​quickly​ ​removing​ ​his​ ​jeans​ ​and​ ​boxers,​ ​hissing​ ​at the​ ​cold​ ​air​ ​hitting​ ​his​ ​hard​ ​member.​ ​You​ ​take​ ​his​ ​cock​ ​in​ ​your​ ​hand,​ ​pumping​ ​him​ ​and causing​ ​him​ ​to​ ​moan​ ​as​ ​you​ ​guide​ ​him​ ​towards​ ​your​ ​entrance.​ ​Without​ ​warning​ ​he​ ​slams into​ ​you,​ ​giving​ ​you​ ​no​ ​time​ ​to​ ​adjust.   

Moans​ ​escape​ ​your​ ​lips,​ ​half​ ​from​ ​pleasure​ ​and​ ​half​ ​from​ ​pain,​ ​as​ ​he​ ​thrusts​ ​into​ ​you​ ​faster.  

‘Y/N’​ ​he​ ​groans​ ​‘oh,​ ​fuck,​ ​shit.’  

You​ ​kiss​ ​him​ ​down​ ​his​ ​neck​ ​and​ ​across​ ​his​ ​chest,​ ​still​ ​pinned​ ​between​ ​the​ ​wall​ ​and​ ​his​ ​body. His​ ​moans​ ​grow​ ​louder​ ​and​ ​the​ ​veins​ ​under​ ​his​ ​eyes​ ​become​ ​prominent​ ​as​ ​you​ ​tighten around​ ​him.​ ​Without​ ​warning​ ​he​ ​pulls​ ​out​ ​of​ ​you​ ​completely,​ ​making​ ​you​ ​gasp​ ​at​ ​the​ ​loss​ ​of friction,​ ​before​ ​spinning​ ​you​ ​around​ ​and​ ​slamming​ ​back​ ​into​ ​you.  

‘KLAUS’​ ​you​ ​scream​ ​at​ ​the​ ​new​ ​angle,​ ​as​ ​he​ ​hits​ ​your​ ​sweet​ ​spot.​ ​The​ ​feeling​ ​overtakes​ ​your whole​ ​body,​ ​and​ ​you​ ​forget​ ​about​ ​Elena​ ​and​ ​the​ ​fact​ ​that​ ​people​ ​might​ ​be​ ​able​ ​to​ ​hear​ ​you​ ​as he​ ​pushes​ ​in​ ​and​ ​out​ ​of​ ​you.​ ​You​ ​moan​ ​each​ ​other’s​ ​names​ ​as​ ​you​ ​reach​ ​your​ ​ends.   

‘I’m​ ​so​ ​close’​ ​you​ ​tell​ ​him.  

‘Me​ ​too’​ ​he​ ​growls,​ ​and​ ​you​ ​feel​ ​him​ ​start​ ​to​ ​lose​ ​his​ ​rhythm​ ​as​ ​he​ ​orgasms,​ ​which​ ​sends you​ ​over​ ​the​ ​edge​ ​as​ ​well.​ ​He​ ​slows​ ​down,​ ​moving​ ​inside​ ​of​ ​you​ ​for​ ​a​ ​little​ ​longer​ ​and​ ​then pulling​ ​out​ ​and​ ​giving​ ​your​ ​swollen​ ​lips​ ​another​ ​hard​ ​kiss.  

You​ ​turn​ ​around​ ​to​ ​face​ ​him​ ​in​ ​the​ ​dark​ ​room,​ ​trying​ ​to​ ​get​ ​your​ ​breath,​ ​as​ ​you​ ​blurt​ ​out​ ​‘I’m​ ​in love​ ​with​ ​you.’​ ​The​ ​words​ ​are​ ​sweet​ ​on​ ​your​ ​lips,​ ​and​ ​you​ ​smile​ ​at​ ​him,​ ​not​ ​feeling​ ​the​ ​fear that​ ​you​ ​did​ ​before.​ ​‘That’s​ ​why​ ​we​ ​were​ ​fighting’​ ​you​ ​tell​ ​him​ ​‘because​ ​I’m​ ​in​ ​love​ ​with​ ​you.’  

He​ ​lowers​ ​his​ ​head​ ​to​ ​speak​ ​into​ ​your​ ​ear;​ ​‘apologize​ ​to​ ​Elena,​ ​she’ll​ ​forgive​ ​you.​ ​And​ ​it’ll​ ​all be​ ​alright​ ​love;​ ​because​ ​I’m​ ​in​ ​love​ ​with​ ​you​ ​too.’  

‘What​ ​if​ ​she​ ​doesn’t​ ​forgive​ ​me?’​ ​you​ ​whisper​ ​back.  

‘She​ ​will​ ​love.​ ​And​ ​if​ ​she​ ​doesn’t,​ ​then​ ​why​ ​don’t​ ​you​ ​take​ ​a​ ​walk​ ​on​ ​the​ ​wild​ ​side​ ​of​ ​life​ ​with me?’  

‘I​ ​couldn’t​ ​think​ ​of​ ​anything​ ​better’​ ​you​ ​smile

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.”

• • • • • • • •

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

Balthazar’s Soulmate

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Title: Balthazar’s Soulmate

Pairing: Balthazar x Reader

Word Count: 1,104

Warnings: hurt/comfort, angst, fluff

A/N: This was requested by @flufy07! I hope you all love this! Feedback is welcomed and appreciated! I love you all so much <3 <3

It was a lovely winter day and you were walking to get a cup of cocoa.  You were fortunate to live in walking distance of a small, but pleasant cafe.  It sat on the corner of the street, only ten minutes from your house.  They knew you well at the cafe.  You became a regular a few years back.

As you held the hot cocoa in your hands, you smiled to yourself.  It was times like this, that you learned to enjoy the simple things in life.  Everything seemed so perfect.  You looked around, smiling at the cars that passed you on the residential streets.  You sipped on your hot chocolate, humming in satisfaction.

You jogged up to your door, unlocking it and stepping inside.  You set your cup down on the small table on the other side of the door.  You slid your coat off of your shoulders, putting it on the coat rack beside the door.  You threw your keys into the wooden bowl, grabbing your hot cocoa.

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Title: Playing with Fire

@negantrashlucille23​ requested: Maybe OC being the daughter of a very important customer… but like Ike is still married so that there can be some angst but there’s definitely something between Ike and OC And smut x) fluff anything you want really ^.^

Character(s): Ike Evans and Reader
Summary: Your father stays in one of the suites at the Miramar Playa, and the hotel’s owner, caters to his every need. But, when you finally see what this man looks like, you cannot help but tease him every chance you could get.
Word Count: 2,877
Warning: SMUT!!!
Author’s Note: Thank you, @negantrashlucille23​ for this request! It was so much fun to write. Plus, I wanted this to be as steamy as possible, so I hope I accomplished that! I also changed it from being Ike and an OC to Ike and the Reader, if you don’t mind! Thank you again, and enjoy! :-)

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Kai Parker x Reader
 ( x Klaus Mikaelson & Caroline Forbes)


AU : Klaus is still a hybrid , Caroline is born from a werewolf bloodline and they have a child together. Caroline dies in childbirth breaking Klaus’ heart but just when everyone think she is dead , Caroline wakes up and they realise that she had died with the baby’s blood (who has Klaus’ vampire blood) in her system. Later on she turns into a vampire.  Years go by and Reader grows up into a young woman.
After Kai gets out of the Prison world , he meets Reader and falls in love with her.  

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Kai thought the day Bonnie finally let him out of the Prison World she had him stuck in for over 20 years was the happiest day in his life , but he was wrong. The happiest day in his life wasn’t the day he had gotten his revenge on the Gemini coven , it wasn’t even the day thanks to the Maxwell bell he got out of Hell either. No. The happiest day was when Kai had met her. Y/N.

Kai had spent his first few weeks back enjoying every moment. Even the people walking and talking loudly on the streets made him feel happy , it was so nice to hear the buzzing sound of conversations , laughter … to see people running around like ants.  None of the things that usually would bother him did.

Kai sat on a  bench in the town square , that’s when he first saw her. There was something different about her , in the way she walked and looked at the world around her. She sat on a bench not far away from him , letting a small pile of books down next to her. He couldn’t tear his eyes away from her. At some point she looked in his direction and smiled.
What kind of a person smiles at a complete stranger ? he thought looking around to see if there was someone else. There wasn’t. She took one of her books , opened it and started reading. Kai waited a few minutes. The girl had peeked his interest , so he decided to go and talk to her.

“Hi.” he said smiling at the girl. “Do you mind if I … Can I sit here?”
She glanced at him and nodded with a smile. “Sure. I’m just waiting for my mom.” said closing the book. “Are you new in town ?”
“Um no … not really.” Telling someone you’ve spent the past 20 somewhat years locked away in a magical prison world was not the way to start a good conversation , he thought to himself. “ I’ve been away for a while.” he laughed nervously. “Sorry , manners. I’m Kai.” he said outstreching a hand to shake hers.
“Y/N.” the girl said smiling , shaking his hand. Suddenly Kai felt all warm and fuzzy. What was happening to him ? Something wasn’t right… but at the same time deep down he knew that finally in his life something was right.
He sneaked a peek at the book Y/N was reading. A school book about history. She noticed him starring at it.
“Using every free moment to study.” Y/N laughed nervously.

They talked for a while and every time Y/N smiled or laughed Kai got the same warm and fuzzy feeling , his heart beating a little bit faster.Y/N glared in the distance.
“Oh there she is.” she said starting to gather her books. “My mom , I mean.” she added after seeing Kai’s confused expression. He followed her gaze and saw someone familiar but definitely not friendly walking towards them.
“Yeah , I have to go too.” Kai said starting to get up but he was too late. Caroline was standing a few steps away from him and Y/N. He prepared for the inevitable burst of anger from her.
“What are you doing talking to my daughter !?” Caroline nearly screamed at Kai , yanking Y/N’s hand away from him. Kai looked confused. She was Caroline’s daughter ? What ?! Caroline looked pretty much the same as the last time he’d seen her. It wasn’t possible , was it ?
“It’s OK , mom.He is a friend of mine.” Y/N said calmly , looking embarrassed. “Sorry , over protective mom.” she added.
Kai’s eyes darted between her and her mother , clear shock on his face. Of all the people in this town … What are the chances ?! he thought
“He is NOT a friend. That’s Kai who put that awful spell on Elena and he is the reason why Bonnie will never get to see her again !”
Kai started to say something but Caroline didn’t let him. “Stay away from my daughter!”
Y/N turned towards him mouthing “Ignore her. I’ll call you later.”

 *** (A few hours later …) ***

Kai had expected Y/N to reject him. Caroline clearly would’ve told her everything about him , all the things he had done … so the surprise when Y/N walked ino the Grill and headed straight for him with a smile on her face was huge for him.
“So ..” she started “ I realised something on my way home. We never exchanged phone numbers.” Y/N laughed , starring at Kai’s startled expression. He laughed , unsure what was happening.
“I just … I just assumed after Caroline told you who I was , my past… ” he said trailing off , still unable to believe that Y/N had come back looking for him.
“Oh please , my father has done worse things.” she smiled. “Plus I am not one to judge…and I really want to get to know you.”
“I want to get to know you too.” Kai said smiling too.
They spent the rest of the evening talking , laughing and learning about each other. Y/N was a witch , just like him but she also had the werewolf gene.
Kai told her about his family , his childhood , the Prison worlds (tho he was vague about it) ; how he had turned into a vampire but being a siphon before he was now both , a hybrid. He felt like he could tell her anything which was new to him and the more they talked , the more this warm and fuzzy feeling he had in his stomach grew bigger.It took him a few moments to realise what this feeling was , he had only experienced it once in his life but it hadn’t worked out. Suddenly all Kai wanted was to kiss Y/N , pull her close and never let her go.

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Imagine playing hard to get with Chris.

A/N: This is a request from a wonderfully loyal reader @m-a-t-91, I don’t really know if I lived up to your request ‘cause when I write- I kinda go into a state where I just write what comes to me. I think I wrote what you asked for, I dunno. Enjoy anyway. X

You could feel your best friend, Chris watching you from across the bar as you politely chatted with the third guy to hit on you in one night. You weren’t actually interested, you were just too nice to shoot him down. At least he was slightly better looking than the first two, it helped but he still wasn’t the one you wanted to be with. The one you wanted, the one you were in-love with- had been in-love with since the moment you met him was the blue eyed, brown haired Bostonian that you called a best friend. You didn’t know but he was in-love with you too, just waiting for the right time to tell you.

“Do you want me to get rid of him?” Chris mouthed at you and you bit back your smile, nodding ever so subtly. “Wear the ring,” he mouthed and tapped his ring finger on his left hand; a gesture to the bid the two of you had performed numerous times.

You did as you were told, watching him rise from his stool and disappear into the crowd. You continued to nod at the blond, faking a smile as he talked you through his gym regime. You could’ve listened to Chris talk about his gym regime all day but you couldn’t with this guy, with this guy- all you wanted to do was roll your eyes.

“There you are, my love.” You heard Chris’ voice and felt his warm hand touch the small of your back. “I’m sorry,” his gaze fell onto the blond gentleman who was stunned by the presence of the actor, Chris Evans. “Can I help you? Is there a reason you’re talking to my fiancée?” He asked, grabbing your left hand and holding it up to reveal your ring.

“Uh- no, um-” He stammered, swallowing his nerves as he got up. “I had no idea- I’m sorry, Cap. I didn’t notice the ring and- Have a good night,” he nodded at the both of you and rushed off, leaving you and Chris in stitches.

“I’m sorry, Cap?” You laughed, trying to ignore the butterflies forming in your stomach from Chris’ touch. “That’s fucking hilarious. I have never seen a guy bigger than you so terrified of you,” you said and Chris scoffed. “The role of Captain America has given you a few benefits.”

“First of all, he was not bigger than me. And even if he was, I’m much better looking than that doofus.” He argued and you rolled your eyes; the feeling of disappointment washed over him when he took his hand away. “And yes, the role of Captain America has given me a few benefits. You’re one of them, without it- I probably wouldn’t have met you.”

“But we met at your dad’s dentistry,” you narrowed your eyes in confusion.

“Yes, but you wouldn’t have been interested in talking to me if I wasn’t Captain America.” You rolled your eyes at that. “Please,” he chuckled softly. “Don’t act like you would’ve given me the time of day if I wasn’t Captain America, even after you knew who I was- you barely paid me any attention. All you did was ask for a selfie, you wouldn’t even give me your phone number.”

“I was raised not to trust random strangers, even if said random stranger was Captain America.”

“Bull-fucking-shit,” he laughed. “You just like playing hard to get, you’re like that with every guy.”

“Fuck you, Evans.” You playfully shoved him and he laughed harder, touching his left boob. “I do not like playing hard to get, I’m just not one of those girls who gives her number away willy nilly. Even if I knew who you were, you were still just some random guy. I couldn’t just give you my number, I had to know you were a guy worth trusting.” You told him and he chuckled. “And you are,” you patted his cheek gently and his heart fluttered at your touch, “'cause here we are now, best of friends.”

“I want more than friends,” you thought you heard him mutter under his breath. Your heart skipped a beat but you remained indifferent, just in case you heard him wrongly. “Y/N,” Chris moved in front of you, taking one of your hands in his. “Have you ever thought about dating a friend?”

Your breath hitched in your throat because you knew you had in fact heard what you heard; he was referring to himself and the possibility of him becoming something more to you. You had been wishing for something like that since- God, since before you met him. But like he said, you were prone to playing hard to get; you didn’t know why, you did do it with every guy. It probably had to do with the string of bad boyfriends, after the last one- you were done getting hurt. You knew Chris was a good guy but you couldn’t risk going through another heartbreak and you definitely didn’t want to lose him as a friend.

“Never,” you lied and shook your head.

“I see,” Chris mumbled; his heart sunk as you pulled your hand away. “Yeah, neither.” He forced a smile on his face but you could see the pain in his eyes; you suffered immediate guilt and regret. “I think it’s stupid to ruin a good friendship, I just- I was asking for a friend.”

“Yeah, sure.” You nodded, smiling even though you were dying on the inside. “This is why we’re best friends, we share a similar form of thinking.” You said and he nodded, chuckling with very limited humor. “I’m starving, do you want to go grab some Leone’s?”

“You know I do.” He smiled more genuinely; he couldn’t be with you but at least he could be around you. “Let’s go,” he held out his arm for you to take and you took it without hesitation. “What are we thinking? Eat in or take it back to my place?”

“Anything as long as I get to eat with you,” you told him and his smile widened a little bit. “You know I love you, right?” You asked and he nodded, pressing a quick kiss to the side of your head. “Good,” you managed a small smile, ignoring your aching heart. “Now let’s go get some pizza.”
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“I will never ever get sick of pizza,” you grinned as you took another slice from the box. Chris chuckled and took a sip of his beer, smiling as he watched you devour the slice. “Thank you so much for introducing me to Leone’s, it is honestly- the best.”

“You’re welcome.” He smiled and lowered his beer onto the hardwood floor. “You know something, Y/N?” He quizzed, crawling across to sit next to you. “I think you’re amazing.” He told you when your facials prompted a continuation. “I think you’re beautiful and funny and talented and- perfect. I think you’re perfect,” he whispered and brushed your hair out of your face.

“I think I’m all of those things too,” you joked because you knew where he was going with all of that. “What can I say?” You dropped your slice back into the box and brushed the crumbs from your hands by swiping them together. “My parents made a masterpiece when they had me.”

“Can you please be serious for once in your life?” Chris narrowed his eyes at you; he was buzzed enough not to care about the consequences. “I’m trying to tell you I like you, Y/N. I’ve been trying to tell you all night,” he said and you sighed. “I know we’re best friends and you don’t want to ruin our friendship by giving this a shot, I don’t either- the last thing I want is to lose you.”

“Then stop,” you told him.

“I can’t,” he shook his head. “I can’t keep pretending I’m okay with just being friends anymore. I know you’re sick of it too, I’m not crazy- I can see the way you look at me. You want this too, you’re just too afraid of getting hurt again which is why you’re constantly playing hard to get.” He took your hands and pressed it to his heart. “But I would never hurt you, Y/N. I would never ever because- you do this to me, you make my heart beat- you make each day worth more than it should. There has never been a day with you that has been bad,” he told you.

“Chris, stop-” you tried to pull your hands away but he tightened his grip. “I can’t lose you, I can’t lose this. Maybe we try this out, maybe it works but- what if it doesn’t?” You felt your eyes well with tears. “What are we going to do then? Who am I going to have in my life?”

“Me,” he answered. “Because you’re never going to lose me, Y/N. You’re the love of my life, I didn’t realize it until now but- I can’t imagine myself with anyone else. As long as you’re around, you’re the one I’m going to love until my final breath.” You felt a smile stretch across your face; the tears that welled from the fear of losing him, fell out of joy. “Even as a ghost, I’ll still love you.”

“Shut up,” you managed a soft laugh and he smiled, leaning in to press his forehead against yours. “Fine,” you huffed and his breath hitched in his throat when he realized what you were about to agree to. “We can try this, but if things don’t work-”

“It will,” he interrupted excitedly.

“If it doesn’t,” you continued your previous sentence. “You don’t get to run out on me. You are going to stay my best friend until the end of time, even if you hate my guts- you’re going to be there for me. Those are my terms, otherwise- it’s a no.”

“More time with my best friend who is also the love of my life?” He quizzed rhetorically and smirked when you bit back your smile. “How could I possibly disagree to those terms?”

“Good,” you smiled. He released your wrists so he could caress your face; you wrapped your arms around his neck and leaned in. “Because I was getting a little sick of playing hard to get.” He chuckled then smiled when you pressed your lips against his.

New One - part 2 - Enoch O'Connor imagine (request)

a/n: uuhhh the gif partly goes with this storyline i guess eheh

characters: reader, enoch and all the other peculiars, miss peregrine

warnings: none serious. the only warning is that the children are all in accurate ages (like in the books) except enoch AND the reader is emma’s age. :)

y/n felt like she belonged somewhere. she had spent about three months at the children’s home, in the loop. although she didn’t exactly know for how long she’d been here, but she always asked miss peregrine. there were very few things the lady didn’t know. but she knew that y/n missed her parents a little bit, only a little. but each of the children did.

y/n had grown to love the children, she thought they were the sweetest people she had ever met. the children, of course, loved her just as much and her peculiarity, too. she was always playing tricks on her house mates without getting into any serious trouble.

enoch always watched the bunch from afar, in his room. he was always making new things alive to entertain himself and sometimes y/n, too. he loved to see her smile and laugh and have joy on her features. enoch also denied these thoughts when he remembered about them. but he could never tear his eyes from y/n, the smiling purple-haired girl playing with the children.

to enoch, y/n looked really beautiful in her pink dress. it was simpler than simple, a static pastel pink dress that reached her mid thigh and had a white collar around her neck. her purple hair perfectly stood out on the school girl vibe the dress made and her blue eyes shone in the contrast.

enoch sighed, looking out his window at y/n and the children playing. she was laughing, her mouth wide open with her tongue and teeth showing, cheerful sounds coming out of it. enoch grinned. the girl seemed to sense that someone was looking at her and she looked around, the dress slightly whirling in the air around y/n’s legs. her eyes searched the place around her, and when she looked up, her eyes found enoch in his room window.

she reached her arm out and waved at enoch, smiling. he returned the favour with a slight grin, but then turned his back when he realised the girl had caught him watching her. his eyes widened as he cursed slapped himself mentally multiple times. bloody hell.

the thing about y/n and enoch - over the few months, they had grown closer. they were best friends, but nobody believed it wasn’t more than that. the other boys noticed how y/n looked at enoch and the other girls noticed how enoch looked at y/n. they would tease y/n about it, but daren’t do it to enoch because he would probably flip and throw human guts at anyone who teased him.

the way enoch looked at y/n and vice versa was not telling any lies. they really did feel something in them towards each other, like a feeling. it made funny things appear in their tummies and smile all the time. they wanted to be more than friends, more than best friends. but that couldn’t be possible.

i mean, y/n was so insecure about herself. she hardly made herself put on that pink dress, she wasn’t confident about herself. y/n really liked enoch, but she thought - how could he ever like a girl like herself? she was nothing, a nobody. just a girl who could float things with her mind. and enoch was… everything y/n had thought of as a perfect guy. she saw through his wall of hating everything and everyone, she saw how much of a heart he had. either a beating one or not. he was a sweet guy.

enoch, of course, thought that any guy could replace him. y/n could go back to her time, her life and family. find someone who is better than enoch, who can give her more, who can actually be there. y/n was so perfect, in every way possible, but enoch was… enoch. a faded memory from the past. an old mind and soul trapped into a body of a sixteen year old boy. he was nothing. y/n would eventually find someone better than enoch, because she could still live like a normal person, unlike enoch.

y/n turned back to horace and millard. “i’ll go upstairs.” the young boys snickered.

“to find enoch, i suppose.” horace said.

“stop teasing, wonderboy.” y/n said and brushed out horace’s perfect blonde hair.

“see you later, y/n.” millard said as horace fixed his hair and the girl walked towards the gothic house. her legs carried her like an angel up the stairs, although they were slipped into slightly dirty sneakers. a memo from her real life. previous life, as she had decided.

y/n walked down to enoch’s room and knocked on the door politely. they were best friends and y/n would bolt through the door with a dramatic entrance, but not if it was enoch. he liked patterns and order, so y/n always politely started their conversations.

“come in.” she heard from his room. y/n opened the door and of course - saw enoch leaning against his shelves of bottled organs. he wore his grey sweater and white shirt underneath, gloved hands in the pockets of his pants. 

“hey.” she said with a polite smile. enoch gave her a quick smile. “i feel like you have something new to show me.” y/n stated and the boy nodded, a curl falling on his forehead. “so do. i wanna see.” she locked her arms before her. 

enoch turned around and sat at his working desk, patting y/n’s chair for her to sit down. she was so often watching enoch work that there were two chairs to his desk in front of one. it was a simple stool, but special to y/n and enoch.

the boy opened a bottle and took out the corpse of a frog. “hold your breath, it stinks loads.” he warned. y/n pinched her nose as enoch placed the small corpse on the working table in front of them. the frog wasn’t the bright green like living ones, it had shades of blue and grey all over its body. lifeless.

enoch took a tiny beating heart between his fingers and put it inside the cut up frog. the two teens were looking at it intently, waiting for the corpse to move its chest up in breaths. for a couple of minutes, they waited but nothing happened.

enoch groaned and threw his fist at the table, making everything on it tremble and shake. it took y/n by surprise, too and she looked over at her friend. his eyebrows were furrowed together, almost in a knot and his eyes were focusing on nothing in front of him.

“enoch…” she reached out and touched his shoulder and he immediately drew away from the girl. 

“don’t pity me.” he said with his back facing y/n. “i don’t need that. i just need to do things right… make them alive again.” enoch spoke. “but i can’t. why can’t i?” he said and turned back to y/n with a pained expression on his sharp, but soft features. y/n sighed quietly and took his hand in hers. 

“did you want to show it to me? or just show someone in particular?”

“i wanted to entertain you. i like seeing you entertained.” enoch said in a sad tone that sounded a bit like disappointment. y/n smiled at him. 

“why is that so?”

“well, that…” enoch said with glassy eyes. “it makes me feel some sort of way. like it’s filling me up.”

“does it make you feel happy?”


their faces were closer to each other than ever have been. y/n’s and enoch’s breaths were quiet. they looked at each other intently and y/n thought, this seems like an opportunity. i could show him how i feel. and maybe he feels the same.

she inched closer to enoch’s lips and it seemed like he was waiting for her to do it, wanted her to. but he wasn’t moving himself. when their lips were just a millimetre apart, enoch turned away.

oh, no, y/n thought, i’ve ruined it all.

“i’m…” enoch started to say, but then he sighed. “sorry, it’s just… i didn’t want you to stop, i just don’t feel-” he doesn’t feel the same way “-like you would want us to do this, i…”

“what?” y/n asked in a whisper. 

“it’s just… oh dear bird.” enoch groaned. there was so much he wanted to say, but it would take ages. “we can’t be… that. we can’t be together. we’re totally different. and it’s not appropriate of me to think of you in another way, i’m…” he sighed again, “i’m so much older than you. i’m eight four years old, for bird’s sake. and you’re sixteen. i can’t… offer you the things people in your real time can, i-”

y/n stopped enoch’s blabbering by turning the boy’s head back in her direction and connecting their lips. they were both fulfilled. 

it felt so nice, so… completed to have her lips on enoch’s. it felt like sparks were flying around. enoch raised his eyebrows in slight shock and surprise that her lips felt ten times better than he had ever imagined.

both their lips were unexperienced, but they didn’t feel it. all they needed to feel was their lips connecting and nothing else would matter at that moment.

he pulled away after a moment, giving y/n a questioning gaze. “what did that mean?”

y/n chuckled. “that meant i don’t care. i don’t care your mind and other psychological things are five times older than i am, i don’t care if there are better guys than you in the real time. i’m here now. you’re here now. and i will be here for however long i want to, and i’m staying with you. we’re both here and if we feel the way we do about each other, then there’s nothing stopping us from being this, from being together.”

after y/n spoke, she thought she was dreaming. enoch’s face lit up in smile so wide y/n thought his skin would crack like old paper. she had never seen enoch smile that wide, or smile in general. and it looked so perfect, his eyes sparkling a lighter brown made it all even more perfect.

Jealousy and obsession

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Kai is obsessed with you

‘Anyone home?’ Kai asked walking through the front door, only to find Damon sitting on the couch and reading newspaper.

'What are you doing here?’ He grunted and rolled his eyes as he went back to reading the newspaper that were already too old to even believe the news that were written there.

'Oh just came to hang out with my favorite people.’ Kai said, making Damon frown at his response and place down the newspapers.

'Ok. First of all, we are definitely not friends nor you’re my favorite person. Second, we never, ever hang out and third, aren’t you suppose to be on your way to Portland? I thought we were done with all the interacting with eachother thing.’ Damon trailed off and picked up the newspaper again, reading the same page for the third time, clearly finding it hard to focus when the least favorite person of them all was sitting beside him, in his house.

'Oh, don’t be so stressed, Damon. I’m just visiting, you know. Also, you always have something to eat here so, may I?’ Kai got up and started walking towards the kitchen, but Damon stopped him by vamp speeding in front of him.

'Hold up, pork rind muncher. What’s really going on?’ Damon asked as he crossed his arms which only made Kai roll his eyes and walk back, plopping down on the couch, his arms widely spread.

'Nothing, I was just- hey are you, you know, alone here or is there someone else here with you?’ Kai asked as he looked around the living room, hoping to find another person in this gigantic house.

'It’s me and- wait a second. I know what you’re doing.’ Damon smirked and walked towards Kai, his gaze focused on Kai. 'You’re here for the only girl who’s been currently hanging around in this house a lot. Someone who’s here more than any other girl, right?’ Damon asked and poured himself a glass od bourbon and took a sip, his left hand slipping inside his pocket.

'I- what are you talking about? I literally have no idea what you’re talking about.’ Kai negated, stressing the 'no’ in the sentence, trying to prove he really didn’t know what Damon was talking about, but he perfectly knew what Damon meant. He was there for you and you only.

'You like her, don’t you? Hate to break it to you, but I don’t think she likes you back. I mean, as far as I know, she said she hates your guts and that she wants you to stay away from her.’ Damon said, making Kai’s face expression go from excited and smiley to serious and regretful.

'I hit the nerve didn’t I?’ Kai shook his head and looked away, wanting to hide the disappointment that words Damon has said caused.

'I don’t like her. I- I would never like a girl like her.’ Kai trailed off and right at that moment you walked into the room, making Kai jump from his seat and take a few steps closer to you. He was always mesmerized by the way he reacted when you entered the room. You took his breath away and he made peace with the fact that he was in love with you. Maybe those weren’t the right words. He was kind of obsessed with you and wanted to know everything about you, where you were, what you did, your friday night plans, everything. He didn’t want to let you out of his sight.

'Kai? What are you doing here?’ You asked him, your seriousness taking a smile of Kai’s face. He was hoping you would atleast smile at him, but you didn’t like him too much. You promised to yourself that you and Kai would be at 'hey - hey’ and that was it.

'Just came to- ask Damon if he wants to go to the Grill for a drink?’ Kai said and looked towards Damon who placed his glass on the table next to the couch and walked towards Kai as he tapped Kai’s shoulder and few times.

'Yeah, you feel nothing. Sure sure.’ Damon trailed off and opened the doors, showing Kai to walk out.

'What is that all about? Wait, I’m gonna go with you, I’m meeting my friends there.’ You said as you took your jacket and fixed your hair before you walked past Kai and Damon, going out into a beautiful night, the sky filled with shiny stars.

'So, are there- are there going to be any guys or just girls?’ Kai asked you as you shot a glance at him and frowned, finding his question a bit too weird. (Why would he even ask that) - you thought to yourself before you shook your head, looking for the right words to answer him in a polite way.

'There will be guys.’ You answered. 'Even though I can’t see how is that any of your bussines but fine.’ You said quietly, hoping he didn’t hear you.

'So you have a date, then?’ Kai popped the question again, making you roll your eyes.

'No, it’s not a date. It’s an ordinary night out with friends. Why are you interested in me so much all of a sudden?’ You asked him, taking a few larger steps so you were walking in front of him, becoming in sync with Damon’s steps. 'I rolled my eyes so much , my nerves actually hurt.’ You whispered for only Damon to hear, making him let out a small chuckle. Kai frowned, hating the way you were treating him.

'Ok, this is me. Kai, it was- Damon, see you later.’ You gave him a kiss on the cheek, completely ignoring Kai as yoi walked into Mystic Grill, catching a sight of your friends.

'Maybe you should lay off the questions, you seem too obsessed with her. Calm down, man.’ Damon said to Kai and walked in, heading towards the pool.

Kai followed him, but his gaze quickly found you between your friends. He couldn’t take his eyes of you, wanting to see every move you made. You had a feeling that someone was staring so you turned around, only to see Kai’s gaze piercing into you, making you feel uncomfortable.

'Want a drink?’ Damon asked Kai and had to repeat the question because Kai was too busy looking at you the entire time.

'Dude, if you plan on staring at her the entire night, I’m outta here.’

'No, just- give me a minute.’ Kai trailed off and started walking in your direction, Damon’s eyes going wide.

'Hey guys! What’s up?’ Kai said and put his arms around your waist, pulling you closer to him which only made you uncomfortable. You frowned at him and pushed his arm away, but after s few seconds his arm was wrapped around you again.

'Kai, stop it.’ You whispered and it took him a few moments, but he took a step back from you, only to be replaced with one of your guy friends. He wrapped his arm around you and looked at Kai who was starting to get angry. His jaw clenched at the sight as he took a deep breath, trying to control himself. He wanted to break the guy’s spine and he could’ve done it so fast no one would ever notice, but he knew if he did, you would hate him.

'Why don’t you take your hand of the lady, would you?’ Kai said, his gaze strongly focused on your friend.

'No, I don’t think so, I like it this way. Also, I see it doesn’t bother her so, I’ll stay like this.’ He leaned in snd bit your earlobe, making you squirm in discomfort.

'Stop that.’ You said, trying to get away from his grip.

'Oh come one, there was always some sexual tension between us.’ He said, making your eyes go wide. Kai didn’t hesitate as he reached out his arm and threw the guy across the Mystic Grill, making him fall down on the table, wincing in pain.

'Kai! What are you doing?’ You yelled at Kai who looked lost at that moment.

'I- I gotta go.’ He muttered and rushed out of the grill as you followed his footsteps.

'What the hell was that? You can’t just ruin my night with friends by showing up and wrapping your arms around me, what- What were you thinking? I know you’ve been following me around like a crazy person. Look, I believe you can change, but, not like this. You can’t just do that. You need to control your jealousy, Kai. I have no intentions of getting involved with you in any way. Not now. So please, stop. Show me you’re better than this and then maybe, I’ll change my mind. Ok?’ You trailed off and got back inside, leaving Kai all alone in the dark, starry night. He roughly ran his fingers through his hair and punched the wall that was right in front of him. His actions might have ruined the chances with the only girl he ever cared about and he wanted to fix them, because the thought of not getting to see you was tearing him apart and he knew the only way he would get you, was if he showed you that he really can change.

Plot: Sebastian Stan. You’ve heard that name a million times before, and not in interviews. No, you heard that name every single morning for four years straight. During high school attendance. You and Sebby were partners in crime. Two peas in a pod. Best friends. You even lived in the same apartment building in high school, and when you weren’t at his place, he was at yours. He was the starry eyed Romanian kid who was gonna grow up and be an actor, and you were the one who fought off all the jerks who said he couldn’t. But high school ended and you simply lost touch. So when you run into him at a random ice cream parlor in Brooklyn, old feelings resurface and new ones arise. Because he’s not a starry eyed kid anymore.

Warnings: language

Characters: Sebby Stan and Chris Evans


“I’m telling you Chris, that’s her. That’s y/n!” Sebastian assures, trying to look back at you without making it obvious.

“You mean the y/n? The one from high school? The one you talk about way too often and haven’t seen in years?” Chris laughs, not caring to make his staring at you discreet.

The final day of filming for Captain America: Civil War was a month ago and all the cast went their separate ways. But of course, they can’t be apart for too long. So when Chris said he’d be in New York for a movie he’s directing, Seb insisted he stay with him.

And now here they are. At an ice cream parlor on the corner of Jay and Willoughby in downtown Brooklyn, trying to spend as much time in the line as possible do they can debate wether or not Seb should go talk to you.

“Yeah that y/n.” Seb nods, unable to keep from smiling. He tries to hide his blushing expression from Chris, who has already teased him enough about the memories he’s shared from when you and him were young.

“Holy shit.” Chris grins, covering his mouth with his hand to stifle a laugh.

“What?” Seb questions in response, refusing to meet Chris’s gaze.

“You! You are what’s funny!” he retorts, “All this time I thought you and her were just old pals or something. But you had a crush on her didn’t you?” Sebastian tries to say something in his defense, but he can’t seem to form the right words. “Was she your girlfriend?” Chris asks, noting how stunning you are as he glances back to survey you again.

“No!” Seb shouts a little too quickly, and a little too loudly, “No, definitely not. I never…she never…we never….” he stumbles, suddenly flustered. “We were just friends. I never thought of her as anything but a friend.”

Chris gives him a suspicious look, biting his bottom lip as he squints at his obviously lying friend. “So that’s it? You were just friends? BFF’s? Besties? Freshmen Sebastian never thought to ask out his gorgeous best friend?” he asks incredulously.

“Nope, we were just friends.” Seb shrugs, trying to seem casual, “And I’m lucky we were that. Who would want to hang out with the dorky Romanian kid?” he adds, his words smaller.

“Well I sure did.” comes a calm voice that makes both Chris and Seb freeze immediately. Seb’s eyes dart to Chris’s, which are wide and slightly terrified.

“Fuck.” he mouths, slowly turning around.

“You two are horrible whisperers.” you laugh, “Sebastian Stan. I haven’t seen you since-”

“Our last summer together.” he finishes, memories of those warm glorious months before you both went to college flashing through his mind. Without thinking he steps forward and throws his arms around your shoulders, pulling you against him in a tight embrace. “I’ve missed you.” he mutters, closing his eyes as he takes a deep breath.

“I missed you too Sebby.” you laugh, calling him the nickname you used way back when. You pull away and look him up and down, shaking your head all the while. “You look so different.”

“I’d hope so.” he chuckles, shoving his hands in his jean pockets. And for a moment you both forget everything that’s around you. For a moment, you’re just two confused kids back in high school trying to figure out the world together. For a moment, nothing has changed.

And then Chris clears his throat loudly and the moment is gone.

“Oh, yeah. You’re here.” Seb nods jokingly, “Y/n this is Chris.”

“Chris…I feel like I’ve seen you somewhere before…” you say as he reaches out to shake your hand.

“Well I’m an act-”

“Plumber? A plumber right? Did you come and fix my sink last weekend?” you ponder much to Sebby’s amusement. For a split second Chris’s confident bravado falls and he looks slightly disappointed.

“No. No I did not.” he sighs, elbowing Seb in the ribs as he continues to laugh uncontrollably.

“I’m kidding, of course I know who you are. You’re Chris fucking Evans for god’s sake.” you assure to his relief, all though he’d never admit it. You’ve loved Marvel since you were a kid, so of course you’ve seen him and Seb in the movies.

“So do you live here in Brooklyn or are you visiting or what?” Seb asks, looking up at you with a glimmering smile. Seeing you again, all these years later right in front of him, it just brings everything back. Everything he felt for you in high school, all those memories of sleeping at each other’s houses when you couldn’t bear to be at your own, and talking on the phone until you fell asleep, and ditching every single school dance because neither of you were ever asked.

Well, that last one wasn’t entirely true. You were always asked by multiple people to all the lame school dances, but you never told him that. No, because Seb was your best friend. And if he wasn’t going then neither were you.

“I live here now. Just moved into an apartment a few blocks away.” you say, shuffling forward as the line to order ice cream moves forward. When you left your place this morning you didn’t plan on coming here. But it’s hot out and ice cream was too tempting to pass up, so you decided to stop. And now you’re insanely glad you did.

“You live with your boyfriend I assume?” Chris chimes in, as a horrified Sebastian kicks him in the ankle.

“Wow that was um…that was very discreet Evans. Very discreet.” you say sarcastically, your cheeks reddening with embarrassment. Sebastian’s cheeks are of course much redder. “But uh, no. No I’m not seeing anyone.”

“Well in that case why don’t you and Seb here-”

“Go sit at a table while you get the ice cream? Sounds great Chris thanks.” Sebastian interrupts, and before Chris can protest you are whisked away to the table farthest from the register, near a glass window where warm sunlight streams through.

“He’s quite the charmer isn’t he?” you smirk, taking a paper napkin out of the holder and folding it in your hands. Seb let’s his head fall in his hands and groans.

“I didn’t tell him to ask that, I swear.” he says embarrassedly, running his fingers through his Bucky length hair. You nod understandingly. You went to middle school, high school, and college. You’ve heard far worse from guys. After a few moments, he works up the nerve to look you in the eyes again, immediately regretting the decision. Because when he looks at you, he’s suddenly lost and breathless. Even after all these years you’ve still got him lovesick as hell.

“I gotta ask you something y/n.” he says abruptly, “Do you remember second semester of freshmen year? When you got in that fight against those two guys?” he asks, not really expecting you to. Maybe the memories he remembers so clearly and fondly you don’t care about as much.

“You mean the fight I won against those two assholes? Of course I remember Sebby!” you laugh, tossing the balled up napkin at his forehead, “Because afterwards you took me out Juniors and bought me an entire cheesecake. Then held back my hair when I threw up an entire cheesecake.”

He shakes his head in laughter as he knocks away the napkin, causing it to bounce off the window and onto the table. “Well, and I know this shouldn’t bother me but, I mean god I’ve wondered about this for years…”

“Spit it out.” you laugh, glancing at the register to see if Chris has ordered the ice cream yet. You didn’t even tell him what flavor you wanted.

“Why? Why in the hell did you fight two guys twice your size? What could have made you so damn mad? Anytime I tried to ask you just…said they deserved.” he says, laughing off the words. He tucks a loose strand of hair behind his ear and rests his chin in his hand.

“Well they did. Deserve it I mean, they deserved it.” you nod, your mind flashing back to that day in a quite vivid memory.

“But why? That’s all I wanna know.” he insists.

“It was a million years ago. I don’t…I mean…it was stupid. It doesn’t matter.” you say sheepishly.

“I know, I know that.” he mutters unconvincingly, “But the fact that you wouldn’t explain made me think the fight was about…me.”

You offer a frail smile and draw in a long breath. Seb looks at you, eyes wide and sweet, and suddenly he’s not him anymore. He’s not this tall, built, model like handsome guy. Suddenly he’s high school Sebastian again, smiling all bright and innocent with cute, soft features. And you don’t want to hurt him. But it’s been years since that day, and you know he won’t stop asking.

“They were just…they were talking about you in, um, in a, er, not nice way.” you say in a small voice, your hands curling into fists at the thought, “They we making fun of you Sebastian, you and your whole acting dream, but they didn’t mean it. I mean, they were just trying to make me mad. They were being immature teenagers that were unaware of the fact that I could throw a badass left hook.” Your breaths are harder and faster than you mean for them to be, but you can’t control it. It’s stupid, because it’s over and it was over the moment you sent those guys to the nurses office, but it still makes you mad.

“Oh” Sebastian mutters, not really sure what he thought the answer to be, “That’s…expected.” he laughs.

“If it makes you feel any better, you proved em all wrong. Every last one.” you smile, reaching your hand over to grab his without really meaning to.

“Except for you of course.” he says, his voice barely a whisper, “You were always ridiculously optimistic about me.” You only shrug in response, but it’s true. For some reason you had an uncanny faith in him, when he said he was going to be an actor you simply nodded your head in agreement and decided you would help him get there.

“I get to ask you a question now.” you state, offering a bright smile as you slip your hand out of his, “Is it true that you never thought to ask me out?” You cover your face with your hands and peek at him through your fingers. And he is laughing.

“My god y/n, of course I did! I thought about it every fucking day. I just said that so Cupid over there wouldn’t try and set us up. But that didn’t really work did it?” Seb smiles, sighing in defeat, “I was in love with you, l mean really in love with you. It was bad.” He looks up at you with those sparkling eyes of his, unsure of how you’ll react.

“Damn it Sebastian! Why didn’t you just ask me out?” you chuckle, “You do realize that we were both single all through high school because we, the two closest friends in the whole world, didn’t tell each other the truth?”

“Wait, what do you mean the truth? Did you…I mean did you actually…” he stutters, feeling like an idiot teenager all over again.

“Have a crush on you? Yes, I did. I’m convinced you will always be clueless when it comes to romance Sebastian Stan.” you say. Then, as if on cue, Chris waltzes over to the table carrying two ice cream sundaes ladled with chocolate sauce.

“I didn’t know what flavors you guys wanted so I just got the ones I wanted and covered them in chocolate.” Chris explains in what seems to be an apologetic tone, but the eager smile he wears says otherwise. He slides the rather large glass bowls across the table, one for him and one for you and Seb to share. Ah, what a hopeless romantic. “So what did I miss? Any embarrassing stories about young Sebastian you care to tell me?”

You ponder the question for a moment. You’ve got plenty, because who didn’t do embarrassing things in high school, but he’s also got a lot on you.

“No. Nope. Never. Not gonna happen.” Sebastian interjects become for you can say a word, “New topic. Um, y/n that’s a great shirt.” he says absentmindedly, just now noticing the shirt.

“It sure is. And I bet it would look even better on Sebastian’s bedroom floor.” Chris says plainly, as if it’s the most normal thing in the world. All you do is roll your eyes and bite down hard on your bottom lip to keep from laughing at Sebastian’s mortified expression.

“Chris.” Seb grunts, pushing him up from his chair, “Why don’t you go get some napkins or something?”

“But you’ve got napkins right-”

“Please.” Sebastian says through clenched teeth, a worn smile playing on his lips. Chris, able to take a hint, shuffles off.

You spoon a bite of the rapidly melting ice cream into your mouth, unable to tell what the flavor is underneath all the chocolate sauce.

“Okay, new question.” Seb states, eating a spoonful of ice cream from the same dish.

“Shoot” you say lamely, making cheesy finger guns at him. He takes a shaking breath and claps his fingers together, his gaze fixed downward at the table. He opens his mouth to say something but can’t seem to form the words, and instead offers a shy smile.

“Would you maybe…want to…could…” he tries, his voice barely audible, “Do you think you’d want to come back here someday?”

You give him a puzzled look and shrug your shoulders. “Yeah I guess, since I live so close and stuff.” you laugh, still confused by his question.

“No not like that. I mean yes like that, but not like that kind of that.” Seb says in a heated flurry of words, “I mean with me. Would you want to come here again with me, at the same time. Together?”

Is he asking you out? On a date? To an ice cream parlor that you are currently sitting in?

“No thank you Sebby.” you nod, swirling the halfway melted ice cream with a spoon, “The ice cream here is terrible, but the company is pretty nice. So what do you say we go see a movie or something instead? With me, at the same time, together.” you question, mimicking his words lightly.

“Yes.” someone shouts from behind. You turn around sharply to see Chris, who is sitting at the table directly across from you. “He says yes. Well, he didn’t say yes out loud but that’s just because he’s in shock. If he was able to talk right now, he’d say yes.” Chris assures. He stands up quickly and in one swift motion is in the chair next to you, his arm slung around your shoulders.

“He’s a real catch y/n I swear.” Chris chuckles, looking at a speechless Sebastian.

“Yeah,” you grin thinking back to the day you met Sebby. It was the first day of Freshmen year and you were in home room. It was strange. You saw people you knew and were friends with from middle school, but they didn’t seem to see you. There were too many people. So when lunch rolled around it was nothing but chaos, chaos and bad cafeteria food. You decided on eating lunch in an empty classroom instead, except it wasn’t empty. There was Sebastian Stan, the boy who just moved into the apartment above yours.

“Oh, I didn’t know you were in here. I’ll go somewhere else.” you’d said quickly, a step back.

“Nah it’s fine. I need someone to read this scene with” he’d shrugged, waving you inside. He thrusted a piece of paper at you and nodded. “Your name in Hannah. You’re lost in the woods, hungry, and you found me, I’m Jackson. Well my real name is Sebastian, but in this scene I’m Jackson. And I have the only food for miles. Got it?”

You took the information in quickly and have him a thumbs up. And that’s it, that’s the story of how you became friends. Because the next day he was in that same room with a brand new scene, and the next day, and the next day, and the next day. You and him both.

“A catch indeed.”


Summary: After switching middle schools, young Ben Solo lands his eyes on who he never expects to be the love of his life. After a four year separation of having to move away with his father, you and Ben are reunited your senior year of high school, only to have an emotional ride that intervenes with the true feelings you two feel for one another–but there’s one major problem, you’re already with somebody else.

A/N: AHH! So my bud @bensono​ and I have been talking about this whole AU for like four months now and I’m so excited to finally post it! This is that modern high school AU I promised you guys ages ago, but instead of a simple one shot, it’ll be a multi-chapter fic! FYI, the first two chapters will sort of be prologues as they’re based in the past so don’t think the whole series will be them as middle schoolers. Ignore the lame gif header, it’s something until I make the actual graphic and the summary is also a work in progress oops. Anyways…enjoy!

Warning: None

Word Count: 4.9K+

There was nothing more soothing than the sound of morning rain pattering against a glass window, echoing throughout the four walls as the gloomy sky gave the early hours an evening vibe. It wasn’t enough that the rain made things relaxing, but the fact that the early fall weather made the air feel much more cooler–enough to bundle ones self up–you couldn’t help but fall deeper into your sleep.

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Apparently, you guys think every chapter with a cliffhanger is the ending for this story. Do you really think me that cruel? Actually, don’t answer that. I know for a fact that I love writing tragic endings. However don’t worry this one will make you all happy again. I owe apologies to @arabella-loves-coffee, @gilgamesh-in-a-dress, and @vastudent3 for the heartache I apparently caused (especially you Cat, sorry about the make-up). But otherwise, enjoy!

Prompt: OMG, please tell me" I “didn’t died! And Loki stood there for "me” and actually confront his feelings and trying to accept them… Ok that’s it, I love you despite the fact you broke my heart…

Holy crap, that Plague fic was literally the best MCU thing I have read in a long long time! I just wanted you to know!


Plague (Part 8)

Part 7

You didn’t know what death was supposed to feel like. All the songs and movies say that it’s peaceful and calm, like falling asleep, but you were certain that you shouldn’t be conscious enough to contemplate it.

The bright white had become a sudden dark. White was now black and the sky was no longer singing. Instead you heard a faint dripping – blip… blip… blip… – accompanied by a crackling that seemed to echo and resonate around you. In a surge of courage and hope, you peeled your eyes apart and stared upwards. The ceiling was grey and brown all at once, contoured in the strangest of ways and decorated with moving shadows, black creatures that scurried across the russet landscape. They were rocks. The ceiling was made of rocks. A cave?

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War of Hearts
         - Part II

word count : 3 031
*not my gif

Y/N and Kai walked down the street , only now realising they had no idea where they were. It wasn’t Mystic Falls or her home town (Grove Hill) , that was for sure.
“We are in ATLANTA ?! How did we end up here ?” Y/N wondered out loud , looking at her phone’s GPS. It was barely 6PM.
Y/N glanced at Kai who was looking nervously around.
“Don’t worry , we’ll get to New Orleans in time for Thanksgiving dinner.” she said , squeezing lightly his shoulder. “You are not missing your favorite holiday..”
“It’s not that. I’m hungry … like hungry.
Y/N put her phone in the backpockets of her jeans and took Kai’s hand leading him into one of the small streets near by. She hadn’t realised it has been almost a day since the last time they fed.
“Put your arms around me.”
“What?” Kai asked confused.
“Just go with it okay… There is some event going on down the street. We need to blend in.”
Kai did as asked trying not to think about how good it felt to put his arms around her that way. They entered the crowd faking smiles , Y/N looked around the crowd and then saw exactly what they needed.
“There. You see them?” she said in low voice , loud enough for only Kai to hear. He followed her gaze seeing a guy trying to convince a girl , who clearly felt uncomfortable , to go home with him. “Let’s go.”
Y/N took Kai’s hand and pushed their way through the crowd.
“Hey guys. Nice party isn’t it?” Y/N said smiling excitedly , then suddenly turned towards the girl grabbing her shoulders. “Go home , sweetie.”
“I’ll go home.” the girl repeated in unison and walked away from them.
“What the hell was that ? I was just about to -”
The guy protested but Y/N didn’t give him a chance to.
“Oh but I thought we could have some fun.” Y/N said with a smile , biting her lower lip watching the guy choke from the surprise. Kai was wondering where Y/N was going with this , and as if she knew what he was thinking she glanced at him giving him a small wink. Y/N looked around noticing a small dark alley nearby and she basically pushed the guy in there , pulling Kai behind her. “Don’t move or scream.”
Y/N held the guy by the shoulders and in a second flash she sank her teeth into his neck only getting a taste before turning towards Kai who’s eyes were wide and dark with hunger. Kai looked at her , blood lightly dripping down her chin. He reached for her , wiping some of the blood with his thumb trying to fight the urge to kiss her. Their eyes met for a second and Kai nearly leaned in , except the guy groaned behind them in the exact same moment returning him to reality.
“This is going to be fun.” he muttered to himself , seeing the corners of Y/N’s mouth twitch.
Kai felt his fangs come out , his vampirism take over and sank his teeth into the guy’s neck. In all his time since he had turned , there had been barely two or three times he had fed directly yet somehow this time felt different. He could feel Y/N’s eyes on him the entire time. Maybe that’s why.
“Listen to the heartbeat , Kai. It will tell you when to stop.”
Kai tried to listen to the heartbeat as she said , but he was getting distracted , holding onto the guy’s shoulders draining an artery after artery. He felt someone’s hands on his shoulder. A wave of shock washed over him realising who it was and he pulled away from the guy the same second.
“I … I don’t …” he stammered , glancing between the guy’s body on the floor and Y/N’s eyes. He didn’t want Y/N to see this side of him , the murderous ‘not going to stop because I like it’ side.
“It’s OK. Actually you did pretty good. You didn’t kill him , he is just about to pass out from the blood loss..”
Y/N gave him a smile , kneeling down to the guy and feeding him some of her blood. He was still concious , his heart beat slowly returning to normal.
“Leave and forget about this.”
The guy got up and left as if nothing had happened. Y/N got up placing a hand on Kai’s chest for a moment. He looked startled , afraid to look at her. He wanted so badly for things to work out , for him to have her as a friend at least. He didn’t want to disappoint her in any way. Y/N cupped his face.
“Hey. You did better than me the first time I tried. Klaus had to snap my neck to stop me from finishing the guy off.” she laughed nervously. “You will get better at it and I am pretty sure you will end up having better control than I ever did.”
“I somehow doubt that.” Kai said with a small smile. “I’ll try on my own now..”
Y/N nodded , wiping some of the blood from Kai’s chin , remembering the first time they had met and how different he had been back then. He was trying to be better , she just couldn’t figure out why.

Later that night they compelled themself a car and headed for New Orleans. Kai and Y/N spent their first night back in the real world under the stars , with the car parked on the side of the road. They lay on the blanket pointing at the sky. Turned out Y/N knew pretty much all constellations. Kai was too busy looking at her instead of the sky. He couldn’t believe how lucky he was to have her as a friend. Her eyes sparkled in the darkness and she rarely stopped smiling. Even when Y/N was being serious about something , there was a smile on her face. If he had met her under different circumstances , he probably would’ve said she is annoyingly positive about everything. One thing had become clear to him during that first day - he loved her even more.
Y/N rested her head on Kai’s chest.
“You will love Klaus and I know he will love you. He has a little bit of a temper but other than that he is very kind and loving.”
“What about the rest of his family ? What are they like ?” Kai asked curious. He had heard stories about them from Damon a long time ago , but he trusted Y/N’s opinion way more.
“I don’t really know. I’ve met his brother Elijah but the rest of his siblings were daggered at the time.” Y/N yawned at the last words and snuggled closer to Kai who awkwardly put his arms around her.
“Get some sleep , I’ll … I’ll watch over you.”
“What would I do without you ?” she mummbled slowly drifting into sleep.

The next day right after sunrise , they got on the road. Y/N decided to drive seeing how Kai hadn’t slept the entire night. He seemed weird when she had woken up this morning , not taking his eyes off her for a second. Around 5PM they finally got to New Orleans. They parked the car a few streets away from the compound and slowly made their way down the crowded streets. Y/N nearly danced on the way there , holding Kai’s had who couldn’t help but smile the whole way there. Somehow Y/N had found her way into his bloodstream and he loved her more with every passing moment. Though he was still scared she might change her mind and leave him. The entire night he had spent watching her sleep , stroking her hair and lightly brushing her cheeks with the back of his hand.In her sleep she snuggled even closer to him and a few times mumbled something in her sleep he couldn’t quite understand. When the sun had started to come up , he wished the night had never ended. He just wanted them to stay together , just the two of them … forever.
Kai and Y/N walked into the compound - someone had spent their time decorating the place for the holiday.
“I’ll be right back.” Y/N said whooshing away for a second to the bathroom.
Kai put his hands in his pockets , looking around - there was a large table set up with decorations and everything. He took a few steps towards it , picking up a cornucopia decoration from the table , checking it out , a smile on his face.
‘Cool.’ he mouthed.
“Who might you be ?” said a male voice with an accent making Kai glance in the direction of the voice. From the description Y/N had given him , this must be Klaus Mikaelson. Kai turned around , outstretching his hand to shake the stranger’s.
“OH Hello… I’m Kai … Parker. I’m with -”
“KLAUS !” Y/N screamed excitedly running and jumping into Klaus’ arms. Both of them laughing.
“Welcome home , little wolf.” said Klaus unable to keep the smile off his face. “I see you brought a gentleman home.. Your boyfriend I assume ? Has he been keeping you away from us ?”
“I wish …” Kai muttered to himself , Klaus glancing at him tho Y/N didn’t seem to hear his comment. She was too busy smiling , laughing and hugging two strangers that had appeared dowstairs a few moment after Klaus. The strangers seemed to be a couple. The guy was wearing a suit and had his hand wrapped around the girl’s waist. Y/N jumped up towards Kai with a smile on her face.
“Klaus , Elijah … Hayley.” she said lightly bumping her shoulder against Kai’s. “This is Malachai. He is a hybrid too , a vampire / witch hybrid…and no , he is not my boyfriend. We are just friends.”
“Best friends.” Kai corrected her , shaking hands with Elijah and Hayley.
“Yeah.The bestest of best friends.” she said kissing him on the cheek.
Klaus kept glancing from Y/N to Kai , his hands crossed on his chest and he smiled at them while shaking his head.
“Fascinating. You can tell us the story during dinner. I want to hear every detail. And your return demands celebration. We are throwing you a party … Tomorrow.”

Thanksgiving dinner had went well , sort of. Klaus kept eyeing Y/N and Kai. They told Klaus , Elijah , Hayley and Freya their story after Hope had gone to bed , not wanting to scare her. Kai seemed tense at first but as the evening went on he relaxed , specially after none of the Mikaelson’s judged him for what he had done. They were nice and even told him he can stay and live there with them. Kai had gotten his own room which was only down the hall from Y/N. He didn’t want to spend the night away from her , but was too nervous to say something unsure how the Mikaelson’s would react. Last thing he wanted was to get her family upset with him. His fears however turned out to be completely unfounded because around midnight , Y/N opened his bedroom door and walked inside.
“What ? You didn’t think I’d let you spend the night alone did you ?” she said smiling , carefully closing the door behind her. Y/N had seen Kai’s face when he realised he’d have to spend the night alone and knew how much he hated being alone , so she decided to go spend the night with him.
Kai grinned when she tossed herself on to the bed next to him.
“Won’t Klaus be angry ? I don’t want to see his bad side.” he swallowed hard. “
“He won’t.” she said turning on her side until she faced him. “So ? What do you think ? Aren’t they the best !”
Kai turned on his side too , his hand under his head. He sighed. “Yes , they are. And Klaus’ daughter .. Hope ? She is something special. No one has ever wanted to sit on my lap or play with me or anything… I like her.” he smiled.
“Yeah , she is the cutest…and I think she likes you. I am afraid I got some competition there.” she winked at him.
Kai laughed trying not to read anything into her coment. It was just who Y/N was. “No competition , sweetheart.” he said softly , watching her slowly drift into sleep.

The next morning Y/N woke up alone in Kai’s bedroom. She quickly went to take a shower and change in her room before tiptoeing downstairs and seeing the table from the evening before covered with all kinds of pastry. Literally mountains of them.
“These look so delicious. Which bakery is missing a compelled baker today?”
Klaus gave her a sideways smirk seeing her excitement. Y/N took a schtrudel from one of the platters. “Where’s Kai ?”
“He went out to grab a snack. He is quite charming , your friend.” said Klaus. “I like him…He is good for you.”
Y/N froze for a second. “What do you mean ?”
“Nothing. Kai balances you out - you are too good for your own good sometimes.”
Klaus gave her a knowing look and Y/N suddenly felt uncomfortable. What he said was true…and a part of her liked Kai and wanted him to be a little more than a friend to her but she knew if he felt something for her , he’d let her know. Or at least she hoped so.
“Can we keep the party small ? Please ?”
“Nonsense. I am throwing you the biggest , loudest party New Orleans have ever witnessed.” Klaus got up from his chair , walking across to her kissing her forehead before he headed for the basement door. “Time you meet the rest of the family , love.”
A few minutes passed and she reached for another of the pastries - a braid sugar covered pastry with creamy filling.
“MMMmmm those are the best..” she mummbled to herself as she reached for another.
Someone covered her eyes with their hands. Y/N could feel the person’s breath on her neck. The touch seemed familiar , very familiar.
Kai wrapped his arms around her from behind giving her a hug. He looked happy and excited, she hadn’t seen him this happy ever. Her heart skipped a beat seeing his smile.
“Right on the first guess ! Did you see me coming or something ?”
“Nope. I just knew. Want a bite ?” Y/N asked , holding out the cream filled pastry out for him. He took a bite , his eyes getting a little wider.
“Wow that’s amazing ! Which one is it ?” Y/N pointed at the platter and he got his own, sitting on the chair next to her. “This town is awesome..and great news - I fed and the girl didn’t pass out , though her knees seemed a little weak at first. I compelled her and sent her on her merry way.”
Y/N punched him playfully on the shoulder trying not to think about whoever that girl has been. “See ? I told you you’ll get the hang of it !”
“Yeah… Hey do you want to go out for lunch ? There is this place like 3 or 4 blocks away. It’s not big but I think you might like it.” said Kai nervously. “They have this avocado thing you seem obsessed with..”
“I better stop eating all this pastry then.” she said smiling at him.
“Is that a yes?”
“Yes.” Y/N laughed.

When Y/N and Kai came back to the compound that afternoon , they found it completely transformed. Klaus hadn’t spared any expense - there were flowers , balloons and even a stage for a live band.
“Oh my God …” Y/N stopped a few steps inside , turning around taking everything in. “I told him to keep it small. Should’ve known better he’d do the opposite.”
Y/N covered her face with her hands , sneaking a peek through her fingers at Kai’s expression and then around the room again. Kai’s face was a mix of suprise , shock and a hint of terror imagining how many people might be invited to the party. She turned around buring her face in Kai’s chest for a moment. “I’m sorry. I know you don’t like crowds… I’ll talk to him get him to -”
“What are you talking about ? It’s your party. It should be about what you want. I’ll be fine. Don’t worry about me.”
“But thats what I want - a small party. Just you , Klaus and his siblings. No one else.”
Kai suppressed a smile and started saying something but in that exact moment Klaus walked in , three unfamiliar faces following him closely. Y/N’s eyes widened a little and a smile spread across her face.
“I’d like you to meet the rest of my siblings.” said Klaus. “That’s Finn … he is boring.” (Finn made a face at Klaus’ comment and then went to shake hands with Y/N and Kai.) “My other brother Kol and that’s Rebekah and Freya , who you already know.”
The girls gave Y/N a hug. Kol however took Y/N’s hand and leaned in kissing her knuckles.
“Kol Mikaelson. Where has my brother kept you hidden all this time ?” he said not taking his eyes off hers. Y/N’s cheeks flushed.
For some reason this bothered Kai so much , he found his hands had been balled into fists without he had even realised it. Then there was Klaus’ sister Rebekah who to him seemed nicer than everyone along with her sister Freya. Kai already liked them more than anyone.
“Who’s your handsome friend ? Is he your boyfriend ?” Rebekah wondered.
The corner’s of Kai’s mouth twitched for a moment.
“I’m Kai. Nice to meet you…and I’m not her b-boyfriend.” said Kai , waiting to shake Rebekah’s hand , instead she gave him a hug.
“It’s her loss.” she whispered to in his ear.
Kol suddenly looked more than excited about tonights party. He put his arm on her shoulders.
“Tonight is going to be so much fun , darling.” he said , his gaze falling on Kai and as if to annoy him more , Kol pulled Y/N even closer to him. “I’ll make sure of it.”

MASTERLIST March / April 2017

NOTE : I’ll try and post part III by the end of the week. 😉

For third place, the story I picked is ‘Brewery Tour’ by @jhoomwrites

I’ve seen the text post that this is based on floating around on Tumblr, and I honestly love what you did with it! The banter between Dean and Cas via their little postcards is adorable, and the ending was hella cute! 

I don’t follow you yet, so you get a follow back from me as promised! And of course everyone should take a looksie at your blog and AO3! Congratulations on a job well done!

It’s a frosty January morning when Castiel pulls his robe tight to go out and check his mail. He hastily grabs the contents and darts back inside before the chill can settle in his lungs. Briefly carding through it, there’s nothing of interest. Only junk mail, it seems, so he tosses it into the recycling.

A postcard, tucked in between a flyer and a large coupon book, slips free and flutters to the floor. Castiel barely gives it a second glance, reaching down to throw it in with the rest. However, something makes him stop to read it first. On one side is a picture of the Sam Adams Brewery, on the other is a brief note.

I used to live in your house. I’m drunk in Boston, and it’s the only
address I know.  
Happy Holidays.
- DW

There’s something oddly sweet about the sentiment, so he decides to keep the card from this mystery DW. He pins it to his fridge, held in place (fittingly enough) by a magnetic bottle opener. And there it would have stayed, forgotten. Except that Castiel can’t stop thinking about the unknown sender. It nags at him until he gives in. Such a well-meaning message deserves to be answered, and he’s determined to do just that.

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[SUMMARY: John is trying to solve a case of mysterious murders of certain women, when he comes across you…the next victim.]

Note: this is my first John Winchester imagine…I don’t know, please let me know if you guys like it and if you would like another part.
Thanks for reading..:)
This story includes a little bit of Sam&Dean.


John and Ava.

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So contrarily to how I’ve been doing the other sick!Readers, I decided to make this one a continuation of my latest and only Natasha imagine. It worked rather nicely and though I’m not sure how well it actually turned out, I can say that Clint Barton is a sassy lil shit. Protect him at all costs. Anyway, enjoy, my darlings!

“Sweet and Sour” (Part 2)

Part 1

Natasha wasn’t often late. Even when she was, it was only by a few seconds and with an inarguable excuse.
“I was in the middle of a heist.”
“Something went down on the bridge.”
“I was following a lead.”
“I brought you guys bagels, leave me alone.”

So you can imagine the concern that arose when she didn’t show up to the tower at all.

Steve had called a meeting to discuss the upkeep of Avengers tower. A particularly nasty battle with HYDRA had left the tower in disrepair and the meeting was required to discuss living arrangements until the completion of construction. Whilst everyone else waited patiently, Clint’s mind began to wander.

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Alternative ending for the final part of my Teacher!Jimin fanfic, since my original post caused so much pain :P

Part I/Part II/Part III/Original Ending

Genre: fluffy and smut

Word Count: 3661

A/N: sorry for everybody who died over the original post hehe… I will add the part links to this post later. I’m posting from mobile for you dying readers.


Tossing and turning, feeling nothing but emptiness next to you. The fantasy was over, the small moments where your heart leaped out of your chest because of how real it felt… all over.

“Sweetheart, Y/N. Come on, it’s time for school.” Your mum called out from beneath the staircase. Although it still made your heart skip a beat when you saw his ethereal figures, it was masked behind this cold look, distant, and not yours.

Oh boohoo, what a problem you have being a highschooler. Oh what shall you ever do if you don’t get to fuck your little teacher toy for one day. The sick laugh rang inside your head as you winced at the voice within you. But in a way, you knew it was true, while everybody around you were beginning to worry about which college they will be going to, your only problem was a boy– a man.


“You guys hide it so well!” Your bestfriend, Mia, declared in the hallway, causing a few looks to be shot at your direction.

“Shush!” You shouted as quietly as you possibly could.

“Seriously though… So you guys have definitely done some thing. What have you guys done.” Mia winked at you and asked with a hushed voice. You couldn’t answer because you began to remember the feeling of Jimin’s lips latching themselves onto every section of your body and the musky smell of your sheets and pillows the morning after. The amount of laundry you voluntarily did without a second thought would have made your mother faint, but so would the reason why. Your hesitation was enough for Mia because she gasped and slapped you harder than you expected on your arm, “Oh my god!”

“Ow! Stop it!” You hissed back, rubbing your arm, the sting only caused you to remember the time Jimin decided it would be fun to slap your ass while ramming into you, making your head spin like never before.

“Oh my god, that just made you think about him again!” She shouted once more. Looking up to avoid her prying eyes, your eyes were instead greeted with the distinct hooded eyes which has followed your every move for the past few weeks when you didn’t realize.

You stared him and you knew he saw the sadness in your eyes. Hell, he didn’t even have to look at your eyes to know. Everything about you has changed ever since he left your home on the Sunday night you parents came. You couldn’t sleep soundly now because of the void of the burning heat that used to warm you up at night, you missed feeling his smooth chest against your palm every time you turned around because he never once let you go during the night. Or how his hair would reflect the sun rays when they hit his hair in the mornings. You hated feeling so lost without him, you kept on telling yourself that you weren’t the type of girl that depended on a man, but so did Jimin, who didn’t think he was the type of guy that relied on a girl so much either.


Walking out of his car everyday after a shitload of work, all he gets to anticipate inside his home was loneliness and piles of paper to grade. No ability to wrap his arms around your soft body, while sprinkling kisses along your neck making you squeal and laugh. Not being able to sleep with the smell of your hair gently tickling his nose and waking up in morning with the beauty of your half awake eyes, angelic morning voice, and the way you still managed to smile so brightly and sincere after a night of hardly any sleep.

These thoughts haunted every empty corners of his house, every time he looked up from the floor, he could imagine you dancing around in glee. It was torture not being able to walk up to you at school and hold you tightly, all he gets to do is stare at you like something he could never obtain in this lifetime. Only a few damn years.


Another day, another dull and uneventful day. Walking into the room, you were gently pushed around by the bustling group of your fellow peers, you took your seat in the middle of room.

“Oooo is that a note from him?” Mia whispered, pointing at the small folded note on your table. What?

Carefully unfolding the sheet of yellow paper, the air seemed have left your lungs, rendering you the inability to breath.

I know what you and Mr. Parks have been up to. You slut.

Your eyes snapped up to look at Jimin, he has never seen you look so scared, causing his mind to run wild with worst possible thing.

“Y/N.” Mia whispered, reflecting the fear in your entire body.

“Mia…” You felt the tears trying to seep their way through your eyes, not feeling the smirk that was facing in your direction.

That’s what you get, bitch.


“Maybe it’s just a joke… I mean, there’s no way anybody would have found out.” Mia hypothesized, trying to ease away your anxiety that was beginning to overwhelm all your sense.

“Seriously?! Nobody would be that specific. Nobody even notices me, why would they send it me?” You groaned, slamming your forehead against the library table. This is what you get, Y/N. Why did you even think for a second that having a relationship with your teacher was a good idea?

“I’m sure it’s nothing. Trust me, tomorrow, it will be like it never happened. When am I ever wrong about these dumb high school pranks? Remember I’m dating the school’s biggest dumbo.” Mia gestured towards her grinning boyfriend with a fake disappointed expression. It doesn’t take a genius to see how in love they were…

Mia was wrong. Mia was dead wrong.

You think you are so smooth, teasing him like that? You are such a whore and everybody knows it.

“Real mature.” Mia sneered at the note, also placed there the next morning. You could see Jimin trying to get your attention without being too obvious, but from the way he was bouncing a little up and down at the bottom of room was far from being sly.

“I don’t care if it’s immature or not. Jimin could get fired and I could get suspended!” You sharply answered, looking around to see who would have placed this threatening note, you saw nothing, but a sea of tired faces trying to get calculus over with. You were tired of this and wanted to face whoever wrote this note, so picking up your pen, you scribbled back, “Why don’t you tell it to my face instead of hiding behind a dumb note?”

“Go Y/N.” Mia encouragingly pumped her fist into the air lightly, praising your forwardness.

Tomorrow couldn’t come faster. You wanted none of this.


You were actually standing alone, after school, in front of the 2nd floor girl bathroom. You could laugh at just how dramatic this all was, but you more worried about whoever this person was, saying it to the school board.

“I’m surprised.” The thickly sweet voice made you spin around to find its source. Standing before you was none other than the female class president, Lauren.

“Lauren?” To say you were shocked was a large understatement.

“You know, if you want to keep your little affair with Mr. Park a secret, you might not want to make him jealous at Jungkook’s party and have him drag you out of the house.” Your cringed at the thought that she was there that night to witness that entire scene.

“You saw th—”

“So how’d you do it? Spread your slutty legs underneath the table? Beg for a good grade?” Oh, this girl should write a story. You were now more than an a little annoyed by her rude assumptions.

“She did nothing of that sorts and I’m more than positive that you can be taken out of student council with making that sort of accusation against another students.” Jimin was leaning against the wall with an grim expression, making both you and Lauren jaw gap wide open. Where did he come from?

“Ms. Lauren, I suggest you take precautions before putting threatening notes on other student’s desks. Ms. Y/N, you on the other hand need to not ever call your teacher to pick you up from a party just because you were drunk. It’s highly inappropriate and this idiotic teenage girl drama? I expect it to be completely over by Monday.” And with that Jimin strolled away, facing his toned back towards you and hands, sophisticatedly placed within his pants pockets. Park Jimin.


“Hey Y/N.” Until now, you’ve always rolled your eyes when people used the phrase “his voice was music to my ears”, but now you were the one forming that thought when you heard him call out for you.

“Jimin…” You weakly whispered back, afraid that someone might overhear you two. Things were looking worst and worst for you two as the last few weeks of school was approaching.

“Just come home with me.” The power he had over you with just the way he spoke your name made you finally realize that you cannot deny how much he has instilled himself into your every thought.

The last time you were in his car your head was very much in pain and you couldn’t see anything clearly other than the roof light glaring at your bloodshot eyes. But now you saw how clean he was, with a few exceptions of gum wrappers in the cup holder.

“I just don’t understand why people leave their car filthy. I’m not a clean freak.” Jimin read your mind as you rotated your neck, observing the car’s surrounding. Your chest vibrated as you chuckled at his declaration, dork.

“So, why are you bringing me home?” You asked, swirling your fingertip on the fogging glass.

“I miss you…” He whispered, like this was the first time he’s admired that out loud, “I don’t mean that complete sexual way.”

“Killed the mood, Jimin.” You laughed at his add-on that he felt like he needed.

“Sorry.” He hung his head a little before taking a turn around the corner into a nice neighborhood complex.

“Jimin…” It was your turn to lower your voice, this was a really nice neighborhood.

You sat in silence as your sat frozen in the car, staring at the house in front of you. Jimin was now staring at you, laughing, and taking his keys out of the ignition.

“Come on babe.” That only made your heart tighten with bittersweet sentiments, why is this so unfair. Taking small steps towards the giant house, you couldn’t wait until your voice came back to you to ask him how the hell he owns this. You almost choked when you saw the interior, it was beautiful, and you could even see the pool in the backyard.

“There’s a fucking fireplace in the middle of the living room.” You gawked at the design of the place, it was ridiculous.

“You like it?” Jimin tossed his bag on the couch and placed your next to you.

“You’re making it sound like we’re looking for a house.” You laughed, once again the feeling returned.

“What is this, Y/N…” He wasn’t in your line of view, standing directly behind you, you could feel the ghost of his breath on the back of your neck. It was the silent question that danced in the air ever since Jimin touched you for the very first time, but both of you were too afraid to ask it.

“I don’t know.” You admitted, wet droplets crawling your cheeks, finally able to show themselves after all this time.

“Shhhh don’t cry, Y/N.” Jimin spun you around, his soft lips made contact with each salty tear and kissed them away. All you knew right now was that you just needed to be close to him, to be able to finally touch him after the weeks of neglect. Weaving your fingers through his lush hair, you sank into his lips with a new found urgency. Everything was going in slow motion as you two venture into the dark abyss of your desires, gripping your thighs and lifting them up to wrap around his torso, he stood there momentarily, having you manipulating every nerve of his body for your will. He wanted to be here forever.

Walking blindly towards the hallway that led to his bedroom, Jimin pressed you against the cold wall, unable to control himself any longer, he rolled himself into your core as he began painting bruises on your neck.

You could feel him through the rough materials of his jeans, which only stimulated the sensation even more. His arms wrapped around your body, ready to lift you into the room.

“No stay.. Stay.” You moaned, grinding yourself into him, making his forehead fall against yours as he winced at the restricting cloth. Your feet touched the ground as he released you from his embrace to pull your top away from you. After each lost of clothing, your lips would be on each other once again, where it be his lips sucking harshly on your neck or you nipping at his earlobe and jawline. His hands were painfully slow when he reached your skirt, reaching behind you and squeezing your ass, making you yelp. Jimin left your skirt on, but ripped off your flimsy pantyhose and panties.

“Does Sir have a skirt kink?” You teased, gasping wantonly when Jimin lifted you up against the wall again.

“I have a Y/N kink.” He grunted, gripping your waist as his swollen lips traveled down to spend some sweet time on your needy breast. Your nipples erected in attention, the way his hands squeezed and massaged your mounds always made you think that you could come right then and there, but then he would move onto sucking down your stomach. You couldn’t even believe he was still holding you up, but suddenly you felt the welcomed intrusion of his length thrusting deeply into your soaked folds. Your back rubbed against the now heated wall, for some reason or another, this felt different. Like it was first time, consuming him, while he entered you over and over again. The built-up was slow, but painfully delicious. Your lips connected with his, but this time it was more harsh, biting and pulling onto his bottom lips, making him hiss at your rough treatment.

The shallow breathing between you two mixed with the sounds of him diving into you was something that will forever be burned into the back your mind, even for years to come. It was in perfect harmony, you couldn’t hold on any longer, your nails raked themselves along his once pale back, which was now decorated with your mark of ownership. All eight red lines of irritation.

“Fuck Jimin…” You gasped, he was pulling almost completely out before slamming back in you. You could feel him in your stomach every time, making you scream in utter pleasure.

Gasping for air, your eyes widen as Jimin moved you towards his bedroom. You were already slightly exhausted, but you knew he could get you thirsting for him as soon as he touched your skin, electrifying all your senses.

Landing onto the bed, you decided to change things up a bit because all this was going too slow for your taste. Hooking your thighs onto his pelvis, you flipped him over until he was under you and completely at your mercy.

“I’m gonna ride you Mr. Park…” Your voice reached a new low octave, so thick with lust, you wanted the man beneath to be withering under your every touch. Jimin noticed your new persona because his lips were tightly bitten when his eyes made contact with your darkened ones.

Gripping his thick shaft, you sank into it, it was impossible how big and hard it still felt. Your small hands placed against his chest, you could feel its expansion increasing in speed as your hips began to move. Quickening your movements, you would immediately slow down when you feel Jimin throbbing within you, ready for release.

“Damn it Y/N. Let me come.” Jimin groaned, frustrated in the position he was in. A faint giggle left your lips, allowing Jimin to know that you weren’t planning on doing that any time soon.

With no restraints this time, he massaged your ass as a warning, which you did not get, and landed a quick slap on it. It bit into your skin, making you moan because of its effect on your constant rocking on his length.

“Faster Y/N.” He commanded, orange hair strewn across his face, eyes squinting dominantly at you. He made you want to give it to him and every fiber of your body hated the power he had over you, but you complied. Skin slapping against skin, your moan and groans echoed throughout the large room, filling up your ears with only sounds of passion.

“Come on babygirl, come for me.” This made you whine, gripping on his shoulder for support, you sank into him in incredible speed that you didn’t know you could, but so did the volume of the scream you released. Collapsing onto his chest, your breathing was erratic, trying to catch your breath every time. Both knowing this will probably be the last time you two were together, you clung onto each other like lifelines. Unable to let go.

“Reality sucks…” You whimpered, tracing his chest with your finger, wanting to memorize every part of his body.

“What if it didn’t…” This made you look up to his brown eyes. You suddenly felt all the energy lost, rushing back into you.

“What do you mean Jimin. Now is not the time for joking around.” He was telling you what you’ve wanted to hear for the past few weeks, but how?

“I don’t mean to brag, but if you haven’t noticed, I’m pretty well off.” He waved it hands around, gesturing towards the large house you two were in.

“I was going to ask you about that.” You laughed, observing how chic everything looked, “Did you rob a bank?”

“Yes. My father’s bank precisely.” You could hear the fringed cockiness in his voice, making you duck into his chest, laughing.

“So you are rich…”

“Pretty much.” And so Jimin explained how his father owned the half of the popular malls of your state and how he decided to become a teacher to get away from the lifestyle that drove his brother away from his family. You voiced your sympathy, but Jimin told you it was not necessary because that was only reason why he could have become a teacher. “And that’s the only way I could have met you.”

“Cheeseball.” You booped his nose, making him wriggle it like a child.

“I’ll just teach at a highschool by your college. I’m smart guy if you haven’t noticed.”

“I can’t see past the ego that is just pouring out of you. But I haven’t noticed because I am more focused or other things during class if you ask me.” You smirked, cocking your eyebrows suggestively.

“Tsk tsk tsk. Naughty naughty.” Jimin rolled you over until you were underneath him, as the tickling and sweet kisses began sprinkling along your body.


Running your hands along the wall with plaster peeling off its side, the memories that were secretly written on every edge. Who knew it will would all go by so quickly, graduation ceremony was over and now you were left alone to mindlessly wander through the halls of a place that you knew you will miss, but you now that a new chapter in life to look forward to.

Probably not the day when Jimin will be introduced to your parents, but that can wait, you began laughing as you imagined the look on their faces. So it’s not the best idea to tell them everything.

Walking towards the room that changed your life ever since you took first step onto its scratched up wooden floor, you saw the mirage of your boyfriend sitting at his desk, glasses sliding down from his nose and working the endless pile of papers.

“Hello beautiful.” A smile broke through your face as you felt his chest warming your body. Turning around you saw Jimin smiling down at you, so much to the point where you could no longer see his eyes.

“Hello Jimin.” You reached up for his collar and pulled him into a deep kiss. Breathing a sigh of relief, knowing that all the secrets were no long secrets, Jimin hands landed on the small of your back and pressed into the kiss even more. Backing up to the table that will forever be imprinted with your bodies, clinging together the first time, you two laughed when your back hit the edge of the table.

“Ow!” You yelped, rubbing your back.

“You weren’t saying that last time we were here.” Jimin retorted. There were many things I was saying the last time we were here.

“Care to show me?” You tugged his hair, ready to smash your lips against his plump ones. “Mr. Park–”

“Y/N?” Your heads snapped towards the door, you shoved Jimin onto the floor and away from you. You heard Jimin grimace at the pain, but you were too shocked to react properly.

“Mum, dad, boyfriend.” You pointed at the awkwardly sprawled out boy on the floor, who was now waving rigidly at your parents who were crossing their arms and looking at you two. While your dad looked like he could punch a hole into Jimin, your mum was trying to keep a straight face. Your palm immediately contacted your face as you groaned in embarrassment.

Not exactly how I pictured it would go.


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Imagine Distracting Duff While He’s Playing With the Band

You were currently in the studio accompanying your boyfriend, Duff, and his bandmates. They had all managed to completely trash the place; bottles of liquor and cigarette butts were aimlessly thrown around the dimly lit room. The band had been recording songs for their first album, and had spent most if not all of their time making sure everything was perfect.

It was around 8 pm, and the guys were fooling around on their instruments, playing whatever nonsense came to mind. Slash and Steven were sprawled out against the couch, Izzy was seated on an old chair not too far from them, and Axl was pacing around the room. Across from them sat Duff, who was holding both you and his bass on his lap. You sat on his left leg while your legs stretched across his lap, with your arms enclosed around his neck. He rested his bass on his knees, and had no trouble wrapping his long arms around you in order to be able to play the instrument. You buried your head in the side of his neck, his long blonde hair tickling the side of your face. You could hear him begin to play an unfamiliar tune, and you wondered if he were in the midst of some creative trance. He suddenly stopped when Slash sat up and said,

“What uh, what was that you just played? Play it again.”

Duff reached down for the glass he had placed on the floor, took a quick drink, and began to play the riff again. After familiarizing himself with it, Slash joined in, and shortly after Izzy and Steven played along. Axl looked over and watched briefly, trying to formulate any lyrics he thought went with whatever they were playing. He walked over, softly humming in the process, and sat on the couch between Slash and Steven. They stopped playing until Steven spoke up,

“That sounded pretty cool,” he beamed, a huge smile stretching across his face, “do we have enough room for another song?”

“I don’t see why not,” Axl replied, adjusting the bandanna around his head.

The room was silent, and all of the guys were lost in thought. Steven beat his sticks on the table in front of him, but was suddenly interrupted by Axl, who had placed his hands on his sticks to stop him from making any noise.

Steven scrunched his eyebrows into a disappointed expression and whined,

“Aw come on man, what gives?”

Axl lifted Steven’s arms to take the notebook that was underneath where Steven had been beating his sticks. Finding a pen on the floor, Axl began to write. Steven looked over at Axl, and when he thought he was in the clear he hesitantly resumed his playing.

“Let’s start again,” Duff suggested.

The guys agreed and resumed playing. As much as you loved the guys’ music, you had become a bit bored of just sitting on Duff’s lap. You didn’t want to move because he was playing along, and if you were to get up he’d have to reposition his bass and stop in the middle of the song. A thought suddenly crossed your mind, and you decided to act upon it seeing as there really wasn’t much else to do.

You planted a quick kiss on Duff’s neck, causing him to squirm, which resulted in you slightly smirking against his skin. You kissed him again, and you could feel him tense from the contact of your lips on his neck. You continued to leave kisses along his neck, disrupting Duff’s steady breathing and leaving him trying to regain his concentration. From afar it looked like your head was just buried in his neck, and it was almost completely unnoticeable that you were teasing your boyfriend. Your kisses tickled his neck, and every so often he would struggle in trying to stop himself from chuckling. Axl looked up from his notebook, and questioned why Duff was laughing. He had such a stupid smile on his face that it almost pissed Axl off. Duff looked over at him and immediately stopped grinning when he saw the scowl on Axl’s face. He must’ve thought that Duff wasn’t taking the song seriously. Still, you continued to kiss Duff’s neck; this time reaching all the way up to kiss his jawline. He was trying to compose himself the best he could, knowing that at any moment Axl could go off on him. When he saw that Axl had finally taken his eyes off the two of you, Duff tilted his head down and with a smile he mouthed,


The expression on his face told you that he didn’t really want you to stop. Your head resting on his shoulder, you gave Duff a smile and copied him, mouthing,


He looked away from you, and reverted his attention to his bass, still trying to fight back his smile. The song seemed to play on forever. You knew how important the album was to the band, but you and Duff barely had any time to yourselves since they started recording. Maybe you were being a bit selfish, but he didn’t seem to mind you teasing him.

At last, the song finally ended. Duff put his bass aside and was now free to put his arms around your waist. You leaned up and kissed his lips, looking into his eyes you smiled,

“I love you.”

Duff leaned down to peck your lips and when he pulled away he laughed,

“Yeah? My neck seems to have gotten the message crystal clear.”

You gasped at his response and right when you were about to say something he cut you off by kissing you. After he pulled away he kissed your forehead, and smirked saying,

“I love you too, y'know.”

You didn’t need to spend every second with Duff to know that you loved him and he loved you. Moments like these took you back to when you had just started dating, and you felt happy acknowledging the fact that there hasn’t been a dull moment since.

Wishing to ruin the moment, Steven yelled from across the room,

“Agh, gross!”

You and Duff laughed at Steven and kissed again, both losing yourselves in the kiss, making Steven’s uncomfortable outbursts seem inaudible.

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A/N: Serious talk, you guys are going to hate Hux so much this chapter so to those of you who do like Hux, I’m sorry…but this is a Kylo fic and it does get the ball rolling (let alone, the angst) and I’ve been told I am the angst queen so I’ve gotta do my job. Thank you guys so much for supporting this small story as it’s been a pretty fun one to write and share, so enjoy and thank you for reading! If you’ve missed them, here are part one and part two. P.S. your lovely feedback is more than welcomed!

Warning: Hux is a major asshat and reader is referred to a not-so-nice term.

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The time must’ve flown by rather quickly while you had been on your date with Kylo–let alone–shared such moment in his car. As soon as you had gotten out of his car, you hadn’t realized it was already half past ten at night. Of course, you weren’t so fond of walking alone at such hours, but at least you made it to your dorm safe and in one piece. As for Kylo, himself, he had found himself sitting in his car, tightly grasping the steering wheel. How was he supposed to look at you as just a student when the two of you kissed each other as if there had been no tomorrow?

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Title: Everyone Messes Up

A Michael Clifford imagine

Overview: My first 5sos concert was going beautifully, that’s is, until I heard Michael make the slightest of mistakes.

(Y/C/N: your city name)

As I shot up from my chair I started to hear people screaming, and along with those screams, were my own. Seeing my favorite band was something I thought I would only ever imagine, but there they were. Rows in front of me stood Michael, Luke, Calum and Ashton, my boys, 5 Seconds of Summer.

“Y/C/N are you ready to rock?!” Ashton yelled from behind his drums with a smile on his face. In return, the screams that echoed through the arena managed to get louder. The chords to their song “She’s Kinda Hot” sounded as the boys began to strum on their guitars, base guitar and drums. That’s when they started singing. Up until this moment I hadn’t realized what I was really doing and where I really was. It was like I was in shock, a daze, and didn’t wake up until now. I didn’t even attempt to control the tears that were running down my face; others around me apparently had this same problem, so I don’t think anyone will mind. When the first few lyrics flowed throughout the arena, it finally hit me. I was actually here right now. I’m not watching my boys from a screen. They’re here, right in front of me. I looked around in awe as if I were seeing the world for the first time, feeling like I had somehow been changed. By the time I fell out of my daze a new song was already being played, but I’m not the one who brought myself back to reality. Michael’s voice cracked and shook as he forgot the lyrics to one of his solos, and my eyes immediately darted up to him. This act had nothing to do with me being disappointed in him, however I knew that he might be disappointed in himself. He had an obvious frown on his face and for the rest of the song he trembled a bit, probably worried that he might mess up again. Everyone messes up at some point though.

When the show ended I decided to wait a while before calling someone to pick me up, they would most likely want to wait until the traffic let up a bit anyway. So I decided to walk around a bit, I mean, why not? I think it’s allowed. I turned a few corners and ended up getting lost, shocking I know. I looked on the doors for any clues, signs, or one of those stupid arrows that point to where you’re suppose to go, even if the destination is extremely easy to get to. While I was walking around I heard a muffled crying, and since I’m an idiot that would most likely get killed in a horror movie because of poor judgment, I went looking for the source of the sound. I followed the sound and hid behind one of the corners of the hallway i had walked down. Before I turned the corner I took a breath.

I quietly came out from hiding and stood in front of the figure who had their back against the wall, and their arms hugging their knees. My curiosity vanished into sympathy when I realized who it was.

“Michael?” I whispered. His head slowly came up from its former position of hiding and he looked quite startled. “I’m sorry if I scared you. Is-is something wrong?” I said, debating whether to walk toward him or not. I wobbled a bit trying to decide what to do before concluding that I should stay put.

“Nothing’s wrong at all. Were you at the concert? Did you have a good time?” he followed this up with a fake smile.

I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion before softening my facial expression. I walked a little closer. “I’m not interested in talking to you about things that aren’t nearly as important as your mental health” I replied to him, and when he didn’t say anything in the silent gap that followed my words, I went on. “Ya know…I have also faked a smile and said I was alright when I knew I wasn’t truly okay. You don’t have to tell me what’s wrong or what happened, I just need to make sure that you are alright” I said with a soft smile.

“Up on stage, I’m sure you heard it” he let out a humorous laugh before going on. “I was a complete let down, everyone knows I have the worst voice in the band. I don’t belong in this band and today was just another day that made me realize it. I’m such a screw up” fresh tears silently flowed from his eyes and down his cheeks.

With those words, my heart broke. I walked toward him precociously, his eyes lazily making eye contact all the way. When I stood in front of him he didn’t protest my actions, so I slid my back against the wall until I was sitting eye to eye next to him. “Have you ever had that moment when you found something that just completes what you originally had? Like when you get a new piece of clothing or a new movie and you just can’t help but think ‘how did I live without this one thing?’. That’s you. You, Michael, you complete the band. Without you there would be no kitten who actually brings punk into the band” I laughed, attempting to make him smile, and ended up succeeding. “And your voice, it’s beautiful, even your talking voice is beautiful. Not everyone’s voices are exactly the same, and not everyone’s voices sound perfect with every type of music. You just need to find your sound, and out there tonight some lyrics were just missed. Every musician, hell, every person messes up at some point, no human is perfect, and it’s hard not to get certain lyrics mixed up with others. It hurts knowing how little you think of yourself. You’re everything, and I just can’t wrap my head around how magnificent people can’t see themselves in that way. I know how hard it is to see anything but flaws in yourself, but I need you to try, because you are much more than what you think”.

“Thank you” Michael softly smiled and wiped at his eyes. “What’s your name?” He asked

“Y/N” I replied as we heard voices coming down the hallway.

“Hey Michael we were-” Luke stopped mid sentence as he saw me. “We were just looking for you, we need to leave now.” He finished as he looked back and forth between me and Michael.

Michael stood up and i did as well, unsure of what else to do. “Hey guys, yea I was just…sitting here- but I found someone who will be coming back with us to hang out with at our hotel, Y/N!” he smiled over to me and then back to the guys.

“Oh yea sure that sounds-” Calum started but couldn’t finish before I interrupted.

“Wait, hold on a second” I laughed. “I mean, yes I would love to but it just seems so sudden and I’m suppose to get picked up and-”

“Could you call someone and tell them you will be a little late?” Michael smiled hopefully.

Of course it would be a stupid idea to say no to Michael, I don’t know why he asked me to go with him and the boys back to their hotel but it’s good, right? It’s a conversation that I have imagined in my head, something that seems too good to be true, so having it actually come true is an incredible feeling. I couldn’t just let the opportunity go without grasping onto it.

“I’ll be right back then” I smiled as I walked a few steps away to call my mother. The phone rang a few times and when she picked up I quickly told her about what had happened, and asked if I could go to their hotel for a while. At first she was completely opposed of that matter but I somehow changed her mind. I also made sure to tell her that if I didn’t end up calling her later I was most likely asleep, and to make sure she knew not to think I was dead or in danger.

I walked back to the boys. “It’s a go!” I laughed as they all happily shouted. They quickly ushered me to their tour bus and we drove back to the hotel they were currently staying in.

I woke up and rubbed my face, unsure of what happened last night. I opened my eyes to see Michael laying next to me, Luke and Calum cuddled on the other bed, and Ashton on the floor. All the memories of last night suddenly flooded back to me and I smiled at the thought. We had ordered pizza and watched a few movies, we had argued over what movies to watch but settled on a comedy and then a horror one. Which explains why Luke and Calum were on the bed together, Luke must’ve gotten scared during the horror movie. I laughed and remembered Ashton on the floor. Why was he there? I searched my memory until i realized that he had kept getting kicked off the bed by Luke and Calum, so he protested and ended up laying on the floor.

I checked the clock next to the bed I was in and it read “9:13am”. Well, it’s a good thing I had told my mom not to worry. I got up and went to the bathroom. I felt absolutely disgusting. Along the way I took one of the boys shirts, not knowing who’s it was but just needed something clean to wear. I got in the bathroom and washed my face, I saw some toothpaste on the counter and brushed my teeth with my finger as best I could. I attempted to make my hair look as good as I could get it and then put on the shirt that I had taken, I don’t think they would mind. At least I hope not. I looked at myself once more in the mirror before leaving the bathroom.

They were awake when I came out, and when Michael looked at me he smirked. “What?” I asked.

“You look good in my shirt” he stated simply.

I blushed slightly “I’m- I’m sorry. I can take it off if you want”

“No it’s fine” he laughed. “We’re leaving today for the next part of our tour, I was talking to the boys about you coming with us when we leave and they all” he gestured to Luke, Calum and Ashton “said it was a good idea”.

“Yes of course! I would love to!” I smiled. Michael smiled back and went to get ready to leave for the airport. I stayed out of the way and let them pack up their things. “Should I change out of your shirt now? Shouldn’t you pack it?” I asked Michael, as I was standing next to the window of the hotel room.

“Nah. I have so many shirts, if you would like to keep it, I wouldn’t mind at all. I’m just surprised you found something clean of mine” he laughed.

I smiled down at the shirt and simply nodded, silently thanking him.


Michael was the last to board the plane.

I was attempting to hold in my tears, but I ended up failing when Michael pulled me into a tight hug.

“Why are you crying?” He asked as we pulled a part, with a hidden laugh in his tone.

“When you leave, I won’t be remembered. I will fade into a memory of just another fan that you came in contact with, and then continue fading away until I’m gone completely. I will be nothing to you, and yet to me, this will have been the most amazing day of my life and I won’t ever forget it”.

“Y/N, I won’t forget you. You did a great thing for me back at the concert. You made a huge impact on me and I promise, I promise I will not forget about you. In fact, I wouldn’t be surprised if we saw each other again, very soon” he gently smiled at me.

“Then why do I feel like this is the end?” I sobbed as I wiped at my tears, staring down at the floor, unable to look at him.

I felt a hand on my chin, gently lifting my head up. Michael’s lips met mine and I instinctively wrapped my arm around his neck.

When we pulled apart I stared at him, shocked and filled with confusion.

He pulled out his phone, clicked the screen a few times, and then handed it to me. When I looked at the screen, the ‘new contact’ tab was open. I hesitated before I started typing in my name and number. Halfway through I looked up at him and he nodded, giving me a sign to say 'keep going’. I handed the phone back to him and he put it back in its original place in his back pocket.

“I won’t be forgetting you” were the last words he spoke before getting swiftly on the plane, and leaving me standing alone in the airport.


I arrived home and made my way to my room. I walked to my bed and sat down, tugging at the shirt I was wearing, Michael’s shirt.

I felt a vibration and knew immediately that it was my phone. I took it out of my pocket and read the screen. It was a text message from a number that I didn’t have saved yet.

“I’m glad I met you, so in a way I’m also glad I messed up at the concert. After all, like you said, everyone messes up sometimes, but meeting you was no mistake - Michael”

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