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Up Close and Personal

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Title: Up Close and Personal

Pairing: Castiel x Reader

Word Count: 1,238

Warnings: fluff

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

While Sam and Dean were at another location on a hunt, you and Castiel were doing the dirty work.  Which meant that you had to dig up a body and salt and burn it.  You had only known Castiel for a few weeks.  You still felt awkward around the angel, but to be fair, he felt the same way around you.  He never had the chance to acquaint himself with you, since you spent most of your time hunting.

“Are you sure this is the right grave Castiel,” you asked, setting the shovel down on the grass next to the six foot deep hole.  Castiel grabbed onto your arm, hoisting you out of the grave.  “I don’t wanna get this one wrong.”

“I’m sure,” Castiel affirmed.  “This is the man’s grave we are looking for.”  Castiel did a double take towards the grave.  The body you and him were supposed to salt and burn was gone, and the casket was open.

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Imagine dealing with drunk Chris.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Forgive me Father, for I have sinned. 

You stare at the closed door in front of you and take a deep breath for the third time tonight. You’re standing outside your boyfriend’s apartment, like you’ve done a thousand times before. It’s the same chipped and faded paint on the wood you’ve seen that has been etched into your memory, along with the same useless doorbell that never works- But it all feels different, because of what you’ve come here to do.

You are completely, totally, hopelessly in love with Daveed Diggs. He feels the same way about you, you know he does. He’s expressed it breathlessly between kisses, in dorky love letters, and in a song coupled with Lin’s awkward beatboxing in the background. And because the two of you are in love, you want to do what people who are in love do.

In the year that you’ve been dating he has mostly managed to keep his hands off of you. You never went much further than the occasional hasty make out session on the couch, but lately you’d been wanting more. You came to his apartment with the intention of finally, finally taking that next step with him. You are worried about one thing, though, since you are an absolutely clueless virgin. You’ve never done this before, but have always imagined how it would go… your first time being so intimate with another human being. Thinking it through from the last couple of days, you convinced yourself you had nothing to worry about. He’s always been so caring with you, and you’re not a child. You know how this works.

You finally knock on the door, smoothing out your dress and fixing your hair as you wait. You’ve chosen to wear something that you know makes you look irresistible-a short, sleeveless dress, lace tights, and your lucky heels, all in black. It should definitely do the trick.

Soft footsteps come closer, and the door opens to reveal your boyfriend, messy haired and as cute as ever.

“Hey, Y/N,” He beams at you, his brown eyes shining with joy from your surprise of just randomly showing at his door. He’s so cute that you nearly forget to respond.

“Hi, Dave. Mind if I come inside?” You smile back, trying to add an edge to your voice that you hope is anything near sexy.

“Not at all, sugar,” He ushers you inside and kisses your cheek as you brush past him. “What inspired this visit?” He hums against your neck, slipping his arms around your waist.

“Oh, nothing, I just wanted to see you. That’s all,” You reply coyly.

“Well, you’re always welcome here. I can never get enough of you,” He’s still smiling at you, although it’s more of a smirk now. Maybe he knows what you’re up to. Still in an almost-embrace, you drift into the living room and onto the couch.

“Do you want a drink? I could get us some beers,” Daveed asks.

“How about something a little more… sophisticated?” You suggest sinking your vision to his eyes, hoping that you’re still being subtle.

He must have caught on to your plan, because his eyebrows quirk up, like they always do when he’s in a playful mood. “Coming right up, doll,” he says and whisks to the kitchen and returns shortly with two blood-red glasses. When he gives you yours your hands touch and linger. It’s as if every time your skin has come into contact, from the kiss at the door to this quick moment, sparks have flown between the two of you. Even making eye contact with him over the rim of your glass has you feeling hot all over.

It doesn’t take long before both of your glasses are drained and you’re basically in his lap, toying with the buttons at the top of his shirt. You kick off your shoes so you can bring your feet up on the couch. Looking down at you, he pulls you closer to him, as if it were even possible. It’s still chaste and innocent. You’re only playing with each other’s hair, looking into each other’s eyes. His gaze keeps flicking down to your lips, which you had agonized over for some time, delicately painting on the perfect shade of red. Then his lips are on yours, soft at first and then building up to something dangerous and reckless. There’s teeth, there’s tongue, it’s filthy and you love it. Your lipstick is definitely ruined but you couldn’t care less.

He pushes you onto your back, suddenly harsh and commanding. He has total control over you, and you’re just helplessly needy, arching into his touch and chasing those wonderful feelings he’s giving you. There’s that sinful thing he does with his tongue, and the way he keeps grinding his hips where your dress has ridden up… It’s too much and not enough.

“Maybe we should… Mmf… Go to your room?” You ask as he stops his assault on your lips to nibble at your collarbone.

He simply nods, holding your hand on the way there and looking at you like he wants to devour you. He throws you onto the bed, making you squeak in surprise. “I want you, and I’m going to take you… I’ll make you mine, babydoll…” He murmurs and literally tears your tights off your legs. The amount of force he’s using begins to scare you.

Your dress is the next to go. Thankfully, he manages to keep it in one piece. Now you’re fully exposed, except for a thin lace bra which he makes quick work of. He’s straddling you at this point, and you can feel his erection straining in his skinny jeans. “You’re so fucking beautiful, Y/N.” He growls as he takes in the expanse of your bare body. Even though it’s a compliment, it sounds almost predatory.

His clothes come off quickly. You want to take a second to let the fact sink in that you’re skin to skin with the love of your life, but he’s moving so fast you don’t have the time. It’s too frantic. Every touch is fleeting; every brush of your lips is too rushed.

“It’s been such a long time, sweetheart. You’re so gorgeous. I might have to skip the foreplay. I need to feel you, now,” He growls and pounces on you, and starts rutting his cock against your opening. It’s nice- but your eyes widen when you realize exactly how big he is. You were not expecting it to be so thick or so long, and you find yourself wondering how on Earth that is going to fit inside you. “Mmm… You’re going to feel me for days. You’ll be so wrecked when I’m through with you…” He’s pressing harder, sending prickles of pain throughout your body and your heart is racing. You want to back out, but it must be too late now. He’s starts to force it in you and it’s too much too soon- you cry out in pain.

“It’s okay, it will be better soon, it’s just been a while-” he begins to soothe you, his eyes closed and running his hands over your arms.

“No, no, no- I’m a virgin. I’m a virgin, Daveed.” You blurt out.

“You’re what?” He stops immediately, and pulls out to scoop you up in his arms.

“I’ve never had sex. I’m sorry… I’m sorry I didn’t tell you,” tears practically falling out as you admitted it. “I thought it would be fine, but you were being so rough, and you were bigger than I expected and…” You trail off, pressing your face into his bare shoulder.

“Oh my God, I’m so sorry Y/N.” He strokes your hair, kissing your forehead softly. “I’m so, so sorry. I shouldn’t have assumed that you’d done this before. I don’t know what I was thinking. Why didn’t you tell me? I would have made it better for you.”

“I don’t know.” You sigh. “I wanted everything to go smoothly.”

“That worked out really well.” He says sarcastically, trying to pull a joke. He must have noticed your worried expression because he adds, “I’m not mad at you, babe. Don’t worry. Just be honest with me in the future, okay?”

You nod meekly, and then smile at him, which he returns happily. Then he wraps you in another hug. “I didn’t say we had to stop. I only said we should go slower., You whisper, glancing at him and biting your lower lip.

“Will you be okay if I touch you?” he asks cautiously. He seems more afraid than you are, now. You find yourself unable to believe that he cares about you so much.

“Yes,” you breathe out.

He lets his hands run over you, in no rush. This time he worships you; he treats you like a queen. Daveed memorizes every dip and curve, delicately tracing every freckle and scar. It seems like an eternity before he reaches the place you need him to be. His fingers touch your clit hesitantly at first, but he moves faster as you let out whines and gasps of pleasure. “Do you like that, sugar?” he asks, smirking, obviously proud of the reactions he’s retrieving from you.

“Oh God, yes…” you cut yourself off with a moan when a finger enters you. It’s seconds before he finds the spot that has you begging for more and bucking into his hand. Then it’s joined by another, and you wince at the stretch but never stop the stream of noises and incoherent curses leaving your mouth.

“So wet… I think you’re ready, doll,” He retracts his fingers and guides you onto your back. He’s above you, now; knees braced on either side of you. You’re still shaking, but he’s still lending you soothing touches. Every time you look at him you find yourself reassured, somehow. It reminds you that all he wants tonight is to make you feel as special as he thinks you are. “I’ll be careful, I promise,” Daveed motions and kisses your forehead. Then he’s pushing in, as slow as he promised. He watches you carefully, ready to pull out at the first sign that you’re in pain. Your eyes are shut tight as you try to ignore the slight stretch. “Hey, look at me.” He tilts your chin up and you look at him. He’s absolutely bewitching like this, towering over you, beautiful eyes glinting and full of an intoxicating combination of adoration and lust. “Are you okay?”

“Yes,” you say. He takes this as his cue to slide in fully, eliciting a pained whimper from you. Immediately he’s planting quick, sloppy kisses to your neck, mumbling apologies and promises about how good it’s going to feel. You’re not sure if you believe him until he starts to move. Somehow he’s managed to reach a place you never knew existed, and each time he rubs against it you’re overcome with such an intense want for him. You moan out loud, shamefully loud, and he grins against your skin. Heat spreads over you, radiating from every point where your body connects with his. He keeps making all these wonderful, lewd noises- groans and breathy “oh fuck”s and unintelligible praise. The unhurried roll of his hips is driving you mad with bliss, to the point where you’re almost delirious.

“You’re so perfect, Y/N,” He groans. You try to respond, but you’re so overwhelmed by aching need and the heavenly drag of his cock in an out of you that you can’t manage more than desperate panting. You’re trembling beneath him, consumed with unfamiliar feelings and a fire that keeps threatening to break loose in your body. Unfathomable ecstasy washes over you when he finds your clit again, rubbing it to the beat of his thrusts. “I want to see you become undone for me,” he purrs.

So you do. It’s everything you thought it would be- heaven, paradise, a high you know you could never get from any drug. Your release triggers his, and you watch his face contort in euphoria.

Still in a haze, you untangle yourselves. He pulls you close to him, your back against his chest. Both of you are sweaty and practically burning up from your previous activities, but you don’t mind at all. “That was… amazing. You’re amazing,” He mumbles into your hair.

“You’re not too bad yourself.” You giggle, exhausted from your adventure.

“I love you so much, you know that, right?” You turn to face him and he props himself up on an elbow.

“Of course I do. I love you, too,” you say, and you mean it. He smiles and pecks you on the lips.

“I am sorry about your underwear though…”

You were an oblivious person. You had always been one, and over the years you realized obliviousness could either be a curse or a blessing. For example, tasteless and inappropriate sex jokes would always fly over your head, and you considered yourself lucky where you didn’t have to visualize whatever disturbing image a certain joke created because you just… you didn’t get it. The one huge downside to being the most blissfully unaware person in the world was that sometimes, you just couldn’t take a hint. There could be a huge neon sign with the answer on it and you probably still wouldn’t understand. 

“There’s nothing to be worried about. It’s just Harry.” You reminded yourself, chewing on your thumbnail nervously. How long had it been since you realized you maybe kinda sorta liked Harry in an ooh-la-la kind of way? The point was: You were tired of constantly daydreaming about Harry and not doing anything about it. Although you were aware of the nagging ‘Prepare yourself for disappointment’ message in the back of your head, your positive outlook on life pushed those thoughts away and now, here you were, standing in front of Harry with a nervous smile on your face. 

“I don’t have a lotta time to talk but I guess I can make some time for you… Only because you’re my favourite.” Harry closed his notebook and pushed it aside, setting his pen on top of it before making space for you on the couch. See, this whole thing was already off to a good start! You grinned and plopped yourself down, going over your mini script in your head. You were over at his place because you were in the midst of helping him plan out his tour schedule (he always depended on you for that kind of stuff because he thought you were better than a professional) and you figured you might as well get it out in the air while you were here. 

“I like you.” You blurted out, shifting yourself so you were facing more towards Harry. “And I have for a really long time, and I just wanted to let you know that because it wouldn’t be fair to you if I didn’t tell you about my feelings.” You cleared your throat, keeping nothing but positive thoughts in your mind. The smile slowly disappeared from Harry’s face, his eyes growing wide and his jaw dropping slightly. 

“Y/N, uh…” Harry pressed his lips together, scooting back a little. “I think you’re a great person, and you’re such a great friend, you know tha’? A-And trust me, I’m flattered! I jus’, well, I’m not really looking for a… a relationship right now. I mean, Dunkirk’s coming out really soon, and I have to start planning for the tour - I’ve got a lot on my plate right now, you know how it is.” He reached up to scratch the back of his neck, looking over at you with somewhat of a pitiful smile. And this was the part where your stupid obliviousness kicked in. You interpreted the ‘you’re a great person/friend’ part as ‘hey, I like you too’, and the ‘I’m not really looking for a relationship right now’ part as ‘Give me a little time until I’m ready for us.’

“Oh, yeah! Well, that’s okay. You know I’m patient, so I can totally wait until you’re ready. I’m just glad we finally got our feelings off our chests cos I’ve liked you for a really long time.” You admitted shyly, chewing on your bottom lip. “I can give you time, though. Take as long as you-” 

“Uh, okay, lemme try this again.” Harry cut you off, holding his hands out to tell you to be quiet for a second. “Y/N. You’re a huge part of my life. You’ve always been there for me, you’ve supported every choice I’ve made in my career, but I jus’… Well, like I said, relationships aren’t my priority at this point in my life and it’ll probably stay that way for a whil-” 

“And like I said, I can wait! I know you’re super busy with all your famous person chores-”

“Y/N, you need to listen to what I’m telling you-”  

“-but trust me, I can wait for us even if it takes-” 

There’s never going to be an us because I don’t like you like that!” Harry blurted out, letting out an exasperated sigh. 

“You-” And that’s when it finally hit you. “O-oh.” You felt the heat creeping up your neck and to your cheeks, the humiliation of the situation settling in. You were under the impression Harry liked you back when in reality, he was trying to tell you that he definitely didn’t like you like that. Definitely not. 

“Y/N, I’m sorr-” You jumped when you felt your phone buzz in your pocket, moving quickly to take it out and check whatever notification you had just received. You needed something, anything to get out of here as soon as possible. 

“Shoot, I have to go pick up your custom suit from Gucci.” You lied, glancing down at the text you had just gotten from Y/F/N asking if your confession had gone well. You tried your best to ignore the uncomfortable clenching in your chest, but all it was was a constant reminder that ‘Wow, that was a hot mess’. “I, uh, I’ll see you later, okay?” You scrambled off the couch, nearly tripping over your feet as you headed for the front door. You didn’t look back once, swiftly slamming the door behind you and beelining right for the car. 

There’s never going to be an us because I don’t like you like that. 

Being oblivious sucked. 

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south side princess (part one) 

Pairing ~ Reader x FP Jones
Prompt ~ after living in the upper side of Riverdale for 3 years, you decide to go stay your dad on the south and forming a crush for the older fp Jones
Warnings ~ swearing, drinking drugs, age gap romance (reader 19yrs old)


Story ~
It was 3 years since your mother and father had spilt up. Your mother had taken you to live in what she called upper Riverdale, what most would call the nice or good side of the tracks. Your father had stayed on the Southside. Your grandfather was the old leader of the gang the south side serpents until his death a few months ago. Forsythe Pendleton Jones the 2nd (or Fp as he was called) was the new leader with your father his right hand man. You had known Fp your whole life. 


In the last 3 years you had re-started high school hating that you was a year older then everyone else, after you was held back a year (because you hadn’t attended school for 2 years) before even starting Riverdale high but at least you was now in the same year as you childhood friend Jughead Jones. In that time you had become a river vixen, your grades where up and you started becoming friends with Archie Andrews, Betty Cooper and Veronica Lodge. When you first moved into your mother’s childhood home your grandmother old house, Veronica took it upon herself to give you a full make over. Now you looked like her double, posh girly dresses, sassy tops and skinny jeans filled your wardrobe. More hair and makeup products then ever really needed. 

After a long week and a trying day, You was sat sulking in pop’s after a cheerleader practice, Cheryl had been a bitch with the squad mainly you a Veronica getting the brunt of her mood. You and your mother had been fighting a lot the last few weeks as well to the point you didn’t think you could stay anymore. Jughead Jones slid into the seat facing you with a smile. “what’s up y/n, you’ve been looking at that milkshake for 20 minutes?” He asks. “it’s my mom we’re always fighting and I don’t want to stay there, I can’t stay there anymore” I tell him as he takes the cherry from my melted milkshake. “What about your dad?” he says. As he pops the cherry in his mouth.
You only saw your dad once a month when you would go stay the weekend with him in the trailer park hanging with your old friends now all serpents. “juggie that’s an amazing idea” you smile “I’m going to call him tomorrow” you grab your bag hugging the raven haired boy. heading home thinking of what to say to your dad. 


At home your walked into your mother waiting for you. “where have you been it’s almost 10:30pm” you give a one word answer “pops” she started screaming as you ignore her. Since coming here you wasn’t the only one who had changed. Your mother had become a living breathing copy of Alice Cooper. She went through you room, wouldn’t let you out past 10. Told you to stay away from Jughead because of who his dad was. Controlling as much of your life as she possibly could. Wanting you to be more like Cheryl or Betty.
In your room, you tried to block her out but she followed still complaining about it was a school night, about you not giving yourself time to finish homework or practice with the vixens. After a really bad argument you started to grab you school books and laptop. “I’m going to stay with dad” was all you said before running out the door.

It was nearly 11pm and you didn’t really want to knock at your dad’s at this time. The trailer park was still a few miles away and you started getting cold and tired. You thought about Jughead heading to the drive in to find him it was on the way to your dad’s anyway. You had knocked and knocked, but no one came to open the door. You realized the biggest mistake you had made was leaving without a coat, all you had on was your river vixen outfit and pumps. Your gave one last bang on the door screaming his name, thinking do you go to your dad’s or back home. Home was closer but you didn’t want to see your mum after walking out.
“y/n,” you turn to the sound of your name looking to it’d owner. You see a man walking towards you. His hands in his jeans pocket with a swagger to his stride. In the light you see fp Jones the new leader of the gang your grandfather used to lead. “Why are you out here dressed like that at this time if night?, are you trying to give my boy a heart attack?” he asked looking you up and down intensely slow. “didn’t know you did booty calls Princess” he said. smiling slightly swaying saying back “only for a lucky few, Jones why you jealous?” fp just raises an eyebrow. This flirty banter was normal for you both. It had all started when you was younger , Fp would say something flirty to make you blush and it always worked but now you got older and would think if a witty comeback. It was just how you both was with each other.

You had always had a crush on fp ever since you was about 16 you knew it was wrong or you believe it was. He was over 20 years older then you but looked younger then he was. you managed to keep your little crush hidden, but you couldn’t help think what would it be like if one day he acted on the jokes or looks you sheared with each other.
“I had a fight with my mom again. I left home I thought about coming to stay with my dad but it was late and cold I was going to see if jug would take me in for the night” you tell him. Shivering in your skirt rubbing your bare arms
He took his leather jacket off placing it round your shoulders, but kept hold of both sides of the collar. “your dad’s away doing a job for me, he won’t be back for 3 weeks” you feel defeated thinking you will have to go back to your mothers. He pulls on the collar bringing you closer to him. He spoke slow, and burly a whisper it felt seductive, “you could, only if you wanted to” he looked you in the eyes keeping your focus locked onto his. Making your breath catch ,he was speaking in a hushed voice “stay in mine tonight, tomorrow I’ll get your dad’s spear key take you to get you stuff from mums” you smile as he speaks fully aware how close you was to him, you try pushing the mixed thoughts you have to the back of your mind. Fp let’s go with one hand lifting it to your face tucking your hair behind your ear “I know a princess like you needs her things” you couldn’t speak the touch of his hand on your face sent shivers down your side. Fp turned walking toward his van “you coming y/n” he shouted. You quickly run to catch up with him not needing to be asked twice.

In the truck Fp put the heating on as you rubbed your thighs to get warm. Once you feel the goosebumps disappear you sit back getting comfortable, pulling his jacket tighter around you. “why do you call me a princess?” you ask giving him a smirk. Fp laughs “look at you! in 3 years you went from bad ass bitch to pampered Princess” you frown your eyebrows at him. He looks at you then back to the road repeatedly switching between the two as he spoke “when your mother took you, you didn’t bother much with make - up had your own style. And in the last few times I’ve seen you, you started wearing makeup doing your hair up like your in a magazine and now, your fully fledged member of the Riverdale elite” he reached over slightly flicking the hem of your skirt “team colors and all” you just giggled not known what to answer. At his trailer Fp showed round even though you had been numerous times before, then after something to eat he took you to his room telling you to sleep in his bed and he got a blanket sleeping on the couch.

The next morning you went home waited for you mum to leave for work going in inside to get showered and pack a few bags. You went to put on a dress but when you held it to the mirror you began to think about what fp had said. You did look like a princess not the person you once was. Had I really changed into a carbon copy of the girls around me? was I just like Cheryl? You played with a snake necklace round you neck before deciding to get changed. You found a pair of black skinny jeans a green top a leather jacket and a pair of heels your grandfather had bought you with snakes on the heels not long before he died. Done your hair and makeup. Looking at the new outfit you had put together it was old meets new. And you liked it.
 

You put your bags in Joaquin’s car so he could take them back the trailer for you and headed to school. 

At lunch Jughead came and sat with you. “can I ask you something?” He didn’t give you chance to answer “did I see you getting in my dad’s van last night?” he asked his brows frowning. “yes I was coming to stay with you, but you wasn’t at the drive in, I saw fp he gave me a lift to the trailer park let me crash at his coz my dad’s out of town” you answer. Jughead looked and blinked not saying what was on his mind. Jughead had seen the closeness between his father and best friend but didn’t what to push the matter afraid of the answer he’d get. “so when are you moving south side then?” he asked “today I sent some of my things up there your dad’s getting me my father’s key” you said excited jug just nodded, when the bell went you and jug walked to class. 


All day people had commented on your change of style. Betty and Veronica loved it, saying it takes time to find your own style and this was yours. Cheryl on the other hand came over when you was in the corridor “you trying to look like the trailer trash your living with now” you step forward snarling her “no I just didn’t want to look like you” you didn’t give time to answer, your spun on your toes flicking your hair walking away. You seamed to get more attention from the boys in the school. Both Reggie and Chuck had given you whistles when you walked past. Feeling good you headed to your locker grabbing you bag. Outside you see Fp waiting for you a sexy grin as he learned against the truck.

“want a ride home? ” he asked when you walked over to him. You jumped in the blue truck ready to get to your stuff put away. During the ride you hardly spoke, Fp looked at you finally braking the silence" what’s with the new look?“ He didn’t take his eye off the road, but had that stupid sexy smirk in his face. "I don’t know what your talking about Jones” you sing song back to him trying to hide the blush in your cheek he hummed in amusement but didn’t question your reply. For the rest of the way you was quite again. When you got to the trailer fp handed you the keys to your dad’s helped you carry your boxes and bags in.
Inside it was a mess and the was nothing in to eat. Fp offered you to come back to his if you wanted he’d get take out for you both. You told him maybe later wanting to clean the place up a bit. After a 2 hours you had cleaned up, it now looked like a different place. Moved you bags into your room and headed back to Fp’s. Outside you could hear music talking laughing, Inside the was half of the serpents drinking having a party. “where’s Jones?” out asked the nearest gang member. “try the kitchen” was all he said without looking at you. In the kitchen you see him with a few other lads all smoking and taking drugs. He looked strange at first like you he’d forgotten you was coming over “do you want me to leave?” you shout over the music “no stay y/n, I’ve just sent Joaquin on a beer and food run anyway” he says smirking at you.

You wasn’t a stranger to a serpent party you had been to a few before. You took a beer from the counter using the edge of it to open the cap, Your dad let you drink at 16, your mom didn’t like it but never stopped you ether. The two other in the room one about 24 the other 30ish looked at you with crossed eyebrows. “What it’s a beer or can’t girls drink beer?, well tough shit” you sass at them taking a long gulp from the bottle. The younger one walked over to you trying to look sexy yet intimidating “hey you! what’s the name doll?” he asked. you gave over exaggerate an eye roll. “the name is y/n and don’t call me doll” you said with as much attitude as possible. “aw small pretty little girl thinks she can play tough and trying to be a serpent, don’t think you really belong here doll” he acts cocky looking you up and down as he goes to grab your ass. Before he can you grab his wrist twisting it until he was screaming for you to let go “I don’t act or try” you started saying hard but calm tone. The older guy stood up to protect his mate when Fp stepped in. “y/n” he says arching an eyebrow.

You let go of the man side stepping closer to Fp, “tough as nails this one boys, and she already belongs” he started placing a hand on your shoulder. He ran his finger down your collarbone, you almost quiver at his touch. Then he hooks his finger around the chain of your necklace pulling the green eyed silver snake pendent from under your top . “y/n y/l/n was born a serpent,” they gasp at the sound of your surname. You smirk matching the one Fp had. “she’s Mitch y/l/n granddaughter”. Both of them sat down with dumbfounded looks you pick you drink back up having another swig not knowing what to say “this is Jack and Shane” he pointed introducing them to you Jack the younger one rubbing his wrist waving.

Fp looks you up and down “she our South side Princess” he called you holding your gaze. You blush bright red but liked the new nickname “oh you wish I was yours, Jones” you say back placing you palm on his chest lightly pushing him back. He chuckles giving you a wink when two more younger boys came in, with pizza and more alcohol in their arms.

Satan The Softie

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Title: Satan The Softie

Characters: Lucifer x Reader, Sam, Dean

Word count: 1,109

Warnings: fluff

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

Ever since you could remember, your favorite aisle at the store was the one that held the spices.  You loved the thought of putting such wonderful smells together into something that would taste great.  You had always wanted to be a cook, but your parents died when you were young.  You were a hunter from that day on.  Hunting was the only thing you really knew how to do.

“I know I’ve technically never made anything homemade,” you began, trying to make your case to Dean.  “Just let me try and make something tonight.  If it goes wrong, I’ll give it up.”

“Didn’t you almost start a fire last time,” Sam asked, looking up from the book in front of him.

“Okay yes,” you confessed.  “But this time I won’t try to flambe anything.”  Your eyes moved back to the elder Winchester.  “Come on Dean, please?”

Keep reading

Imagine meeting Chris at an airport.

A/N: My loves, I may have another series on my hands. (Chapter One: Unexpected Reader) A series involving the first series, which will make much more sense later. I don’t know if this will be a hit or a total miss, but a girl’s gotta try it out. (I feel like us fan fic writers will appreciate this love story.) Anyhoo, enjoy! ❤️

Your fingers absentmindedly thrummed the tabletop as you murmured the last line you just wrote to yourself. “Across the room, Chris watched you intently with a small smile on his lips. He thought of approaching you, but wondered if you were the kind of girl that would appreciate or reject his boldness.” You chewed the inside of your cheek, your finger hovering over the backspace key on your MacBook. It seemed like yet another cliché, and though clichés were what you and your hopeless romantics readers loved- you wanted to expand yourself. You huffed and pressed the delete key, allowing your words to get chewed up by the blinking bar.

“Now what was wrong with that?” You flinched and tensed when you heard an oddly familiar male voice come from over your shoulder; he was so close to you that you would feel the warmth of his minty breath on your cheek. “Clichés are great.” He winced as he pulled back, knowing he’d gotten a little too close. “I mean- there’s a reason they’re overused, right?”

Now usually, you weren’t the kind of person who would snap at a stranger in an airport; you were too worried about the repercussions to do that. Usually, you’d just send a death defying glare their way and let your eyes do the talking; you’d been told you had a very intimidating face, which you no doubt got from your mom. But this was different, this was a stranger reading your writing without permission. You’d always been incredibly protective and defensive when it came to your writing and people peering at your screens- be it laptop, iPad, or iPhone. It was your biggest pet peeve; you hated having people stand behind you while you were on any of those said devices. It wasn’t like you had something to hide, you just didn’t like your privacy being invaded.

“Thanks for the input I didn’t ask for.” You bit as you abruptly closed the screen of your MacBook; you heard him chuckle softly. “Do you want to know what I think?” You quizzed rhetorically as you turned to shoot the nosy stranger your famous glare. “I think you should mind-” You cut yourself off when you saw who it was. “Oh my God,” you breathed, “you’re Chris Evans.”

Yes, Chris Evans. Christopher Robert Evans as in the talented actor and director; Captain America himself; the brown haired, blue eyed, Bostonian angel; the man you could only dream of marrying one day; and the one who accompanied your protagonist in all her life endeavors. Chris Evans was actually in front of you, and talking to you, and breathing the same air as you, and all you’d said to him so far was “thanks for the input I didn’t ask for” as well as “I think you should mind your own damn business.” Even though you didn’t get to finish your latter, it was still not the way you’d imagined your first meeting with your celebrity crush to go.

“Yes I am,” he walked to sit in the chair opposite you, “but don’t let that stop you.”

Chris was trying not to show too much amusement, but he couldn’t help his smile. You were exactly the kind of girl he liked- sassy, but clearly sweeter than honey. He’d seen you earlier, when you were both checking in. You were talking to the little boy in front of you; he was wearing glasses too big for his face, but between you and young Jasper- Chris found you cuter. He then spotted you again in the departure hall, talking to an airport security dog while its officer was searching someone else’s bag. He was about to approach you when the officer took the dog away and you’d walked off, pouting. He thought that was it, that he wouldn’t have the chance to talk to you again- you may have been on the same flight but you were sitting in different classes- but then, he came across you sitting in Starbucks. He spotted you in the window and decided it was time he got to actually meeting you, rather than admiring you from afar. So far, his decision to approach you had been one of his best.

“You think I should mind…” He trailed off, his beautiful blue eyes urging you to continue.

“Your own damn business,” you mumbled sheepishly as you cussed yourself out. It wasn’t until he laughed that you felt a little better, guessed he was as nice as everyone said he was. “I am so sorry. I’m not usually that rude, I just-” you swallowed when you saw his intent gaze on you. “I don’t like it when people look at my screen. I’m very protective of my writing and I don’t-”

“Don’t even worry about it,” he cut you off with one of his typical, heart thumping Chris Evans smile. “I’m not usually that nosy. It’s just that I heard you mumble my name and you were watching your screen so intently that I got curious as to what had your attention. Fan fiction is an interesting thing,” he commented with a soft chuckle.

“Oh God,” you blushed deeply. “It’s not- um- I don’t- you see-” you rambled and he laughed, placing a comforting hand over yours to soothe you. “I’m Y/N and I’m studying to be a screenwriter. I write fan fiction on Tumblr to put my work out there and get real people reviews,” you explained in a frazzled tone. “I’m so sorry, I don’t mean any disrespect.”

“Oh, I know. You don’t have to apologize,” he smiled again and your heart fluttered again. “I think writing about someone is the greatest form of flattery. So relax,” he gave your hand a quick pat then pulled away, “I’m very flattered.”

“No you’re not,” you breathed in disbelief.

“Yes I am,” he chuckled. “It’s interesting to see how others see me, even if my fans may be a little biased.” He winked at you with a click of his tongue and you thought you’d swoon right there and then. “It’s nice to know people think I’d make a good boyfriend, and husband, and father. It’s actually very reassuring,” he admitted with a sheepish smile. “I was starting to think I was the problem in my failed relationships.”

“You’re not serious,” you laughed and he smiled, appreciating how lovely you and your laughter was. “You’re like the perfect man. There is no way you were the problem in any of your failed relationships,” you said and suffered immediate regret, realizing you’d offended his exes. “Of course- I don’t mean any disrespect to anyone you’ve dated.” He laughed again, noting how cute you were when you panicked. “Jenny’s awesome, I loved her in Parks and Rec-”

“Hey,” he said and you stopped, holding your breath for some reason. “Breathe, Y/N.” He instructed and you did as he said. “I’m not going to bite your head off for speaking your piece. I know you don’t mean any harm with anything you say, so just- calm down, okay?” You nodded and he smiled. “I like hearing what you have to say, it’s very refreshing.”

“That’s very sweet of you to say,” you blushed again. “You know- I’ve only ever been called refreshing in my own stories.” You joked then laughed when he did. “Looks like someone is living up to that level of perfection us fan girls have created.”

“Oh, stop it.” He chuckled and waved his hand, feeling heat rise to his own cheeks. “Fan fic Chris might be perfect, but I don’t think I am.” He joked and you chuckled. “I mean- Fan fic Chris wouldn’t have read over your shoulder like that, he’d buy you a coffee first then politely ask what you were working on.”

“Hey, no one’s stopping you from doing that now.” You heard yourself flirt and you wanted to slap yourself in the face. What were you doing? This was Chris freaking Evans! He’d dated huge names, names that you couldn’t beat even in your best day. You needed to quit while you were ahead, you needed to just ask for a photo then leave him alone. You knew all that, yet the next words left your lips anyway, “I’m all for do-overs.”

“Aren’t I lucky?” He grinned which made you smile. “I’ll be right back then. You’re a…” He pointed at you as he rose to his feet, his tone and facials showed that he was trying to guess your drink so you didn’t offer any help. “Vanilla latte, kinda girl?” He quizzed and you felt your lips part in awe; how he guessed that was beyond both of you.

“Not bad, Mr. Evans.”

“Thank you,” he smiled, doing a small bow. “And call me Chris, ‘cause Mr. Evans is my dad and I’m not that old.” He joked and you nodded, chuckling. “Okay then, I’ll be right back. Oh-” he stopped and turned back, “just to make sure you don’t run off. Hold my phone, will you?”

“You want me to hold your phone for you?” You frowned when he nodded, smiling. “You do realize we just met, right?” He nodded. “And I’m a fan, like- a huge fan?” He nodded again. “Aren’t you worried I’ll go through your photos, or steal Sebastian Stan’s phone number?”

“Not really,” he shook his head. “I mean- I’ve got nothing to hide, and you don’t look like the kind of girl who would do that kind of thing anyway.” You bit back your smile; that was true. “As for stealing Seb’s number, well- I think he’d be lucky to have you in his life.”

“Okay, now that sounds like a line Fan fic Chris would say,” you teased him and he laughed. “Exactly how much fan fic do you read, Chris Evans?” You asked with a smug smirk, which turned into more of a shy smile when he winked. “Do you have a secret Tumblr account to keep track on all the writing we do about you?”

“I’m going to plead the fifth to that question.” He started towards the counter, glancing back at a giggling you as he did. “Don’t go anywhere, okay?” You nodded and he smiled as he told you, “I want to hear more about you and your writing.”

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Part 2

Roommates

Word count: 3,403

Warning: smut

Request: You and Kai share the same room in your apartment and when Damon finds out, he gets super angry, but one night, you and Kai become more than just roommates

‘Are you sure this is a good idea?’ Kai asked, dragging his suitcases through the front doors and placing them in the corner not too far from them.

‘Of course! It’s the least I can do.’ You said through a smile and helped him with his jacket, placing it neatly on the couch.

'Your friends won’t be too thrilled about me staying here.’ He sat down on the couch next to you, almost as if he was afraid of -you-, the person who has been there for him when no one else was.

'Well, I don’t care what they do when I’m not around so you staying here and who I am hanging out with shouldn’t be their problem.’ You trailed off, sipping a warm cocoa and lifted you eyebrows, a smile appearing on Kai’s face. He took off his sneakers and crossed his leg on the couch, his elbows laying on his thighs.

'I can’t argue with that, can I.’

'I promise I’m a fun person to hang out with, but the only problem is, I only have one bedroom in this apartment. My room.’ You said, Kai’s smile suddenly disappearing from his face. He looked down at his fingers and start tapping on his leg, getting a bit nervous and slightly disappointed as he didn’t know what to expect.

'So, I’ll just then- um- take the couch, I guess.’ He got up and went to his suitcase as he opened it and started looking for something.

'You can take my room.’ He stopped for a second and turned his head towards you, his eyes meeting yours.

'Where will you sleep?’ He asked, his brows furrowing.

'In my room.’ You said confidently and casually sipped your covoa again before placing the glass back on the table.

'I’m super confused right now.’ He furrowed his brows again and chuckled, sitting back down on the couch next to you.

'You can sleep with me. I mean- on the bed. I’m- you know- sleep as in dreaming, not sleep as in- oh you get the point.’ He started laughing because of how you blushed. Your thoughts went there unintentionally and Kai knew exactly what you meant, but decided not to say anything. He just shrugged his shoulders and lifted his hands up as if he was surrendering, but couldn’t hide a smile on his face. You burried your head in your hands and chuckled, feeling embarrassed.

'It’s fine, I know what you meant.’ Kai said through laugh and placed a hand on your shoulder, squeezing it a little bit.

'Unless you want to sleep on the couch, then, I’ll understand.’

'No, no, I’ll gladly, um, sleep with you.’ He trailed off and started laughing louder than before.

'Shut up.’ You punched his arm playfully and started laughing as well, burrying your head in your hands again as you felt his arms wrapping around you and pulling you in for a hug.

Knowing that you’ll have a person who was practically your best friend as a roommate was very relaxing because you knew the person you would have to share your apartment with was worth it and that you could trust him.

3 months later

Every day with Kai has been super fun and you got along fantastically. There were no arguments or disagreements. It was just as you thought it would be and having Kai beside you was great, but as you spent more and more time with him, you started getting feelings for him. You have seen the side that no one else has and it only made you care for him even more. He was fun to be around and everytime he pulled you into a hug, you felt shivers rolling down your spine. You thought it was purely man and woman friendship, but one night, both of you drank a little too much and made out, but he somehow managed to stop himself from taking it any further even though you wouldn’t have been mad if you went all the way. Since that day, your feelings for Kai have been extremely strong and that included sexual ones. You couldn’t help but stare at him every time he walked out of the bathroom and into the kitchen wearing nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist while the water drops kept rolling down his toned torso. Your gaze fell directly down to the beautiful v-line that was exposed to your eyes, your imagination going wild every time. The way he ran his fingers through his wet hair had made your body tingle and you couldn’t help but think what would it be like to run your fingers through his wet hair. You have spent a lot of time walking around the apartment in your underwear and a loose crop top, hoping he would make a move eventually, but he was holding back way better than you.

You were laying on the couch and working on your laptop when ou heard a knock on the front doors, making you jump a bit at a sudden thump noise as you were deeply focusing on your work.

'Come in!’ You shouted and kept still for a few second just to see who will walk through the doors.

'Oh, hey Damon! And- Elena. What can I help you with?’ You closed the laptop and placed it on the coffee table in front of you. You got up and walked towards them, hugging them both.

'We just came to ask you if you want to join us and Bonnie for dinner.’ Elena trailed off as Damon kept looking around your apartment, but his eyes glued to a black shirt on the floor.

'Yeah, sure. I don’t have plans.’ You smiled and gathered up your hair into a high ponytail.

'Is someone here with you?’ Damon asked befuddledly as he lifted up a black shirt of the floor, reaching his hand out towards you. You took a shirt from his hand and folded it neatly before placing it down on the couch behind you.

'Um- actually yes, but it’s nothing you should worry about.’

'Then who’s shirt is that? I assume it’s not yours because that’s a men’s shirt and-’

'Why do you want to know who it belongs to? Don’t you think it’s a little bit too much to interfere with my privacy so freaking much? I never do that to you.’ You said it with a lot of annoyance in your voice.

'Why is it so hard to answer such a simple question?’ Damon kept going and everytime he asked a new question, he got closer and kept throwing questions in your face. He has always been like that because even though you haven’t spend a lot of time with alone, he always wanted to know everything about your life.

'It’s Kai’s shirt. Happy?’ You blurted out and plopped yourself down on the couch and crossed your arms, unable to hide how annoyed and angry you were with him for it.

'Kai? As in Kai Parker?’ Elena asked and furrowed her brows, a little bit of disgust in her voice.

'Exactly. The one and only, Malachai Parker.’

'You’ve been sleeping with the enemy? Seriously? After everything he has done to us, you just decide to jump into bed with him and let him fuck your brains out?’ Damon raised his voice, anger roaming through his entire body. You rolled your eyes at his words and sighed heavily as you stood up of the couch and marched towards him, ready to say everything that was on your mind.

'You know what? I-’ At that moment, front doors flunged open, Kai standing still. 'This is what sleeping with the enemy looks like.’ You ran towards Kai and threw yourself into his arms as he instantly picked you up, your legs wrapping around his waist. You cupped his face and smashed your lips with his, his tongue instantly slipping into your mouth. The longer you were kissing him, the longer you wanted it to last. It was completely different from the previous drunken kiss. You somehow managed to pull away and jump down, trying to catch your breath from a heated kiss that had just happened.

'You’re unbelievable.’ Elena said angrily, her hands still on her waist.

'I know.’ You grabbed Kai’s arm and started dragging him behind you as you stopped and turned around after a few moments. 'Also, if you want to stay here, you better put some music on because it’s about to get pretty loud in here.’ You winked at them and led Kai to your room, slamming the doors behind you. You leaned your back on the doors and threw your head back, your breathing still fast and shallow. You listened carefully and just a few seconds later, you heard the doors slamming shut, meaning that Damon and Elena have left your apartment, leaving you and Kai alone. You started laughing, but Kai’s face expression remained serious.

'Did you really mean that out there?’ Kai asked nervously.

'Which part?’

'About sleeping with me?’

'Oh. No, that was just- I was joking to get Damon off my back.’ You chuckled and quickly fixed your hair.

'Oh.’ Disappointment has taken over Kai’s face as he swallowed hard and shoved his hands into his jeans. 'I- um- I’ll just hop in the shower. It won’t be long.’ He trailed off and made a few quick steps as he reached the bathroom and closed the doors behind him, the sound of doors locking echoing through the room. You wiped a smile off your face and took a deep breath, feeling disappointed for rejecting him. In fact, you did wanted it. More than anything. You have never felt so frustrated in your life as in that moment and the kiss that you and Kai had shared has only made you hungry for more. A sound of water running filled your ears as a picture of Kai naked flashed through your mind. You couldn’t stop imagining how his fingers must have traced his body, washing the soap off, water running down his naked body as you felt yourself getting wet down there.

15 minutes later

You propped yourself up off the bed when you heard the doors opening, shirtless Kai stepping into the room wearing his black briefs, that always outlined his lower half so perfectly. You swallowed hard and managed to lift your gaze up off his manhood.

'What are you watching?’ He asked and ran his long fingers through his hair, a few drops falling down on his torso, rolling down to his boxers. He plopped himself down on the bed next to you and crossed his legs, his eyes glued to a movie.

'Just some- movie- I- I don’t know the name of it.’ You stuttered, all the words somehow forming into a one silent noise.

'Oh I know this movie!’ He said excitedly and clapped his hands, making you jump a little bit but you dozed off again, getting lost in your own mind. You haven’t seen anything of the movie that was playing as you kept staring at Kai and his hands resting casually on the bed. You bit your lip and felt your heart starting to beat faster as you couldn’t control yourself anymore. You trailed your fingers over Kai’s biceps gently, his eyes instantly finding yours. You brought his hand up to your mouth and kissed his fingertips before you slowly parted your lips and pushed his middle finger inside your mouth and slowly started pulling it out, at the end licking his tip and not taking your eyes off Kai.

'What are you doing?’ Kai asked quietly, almost a moan escaping his mouth.

'Shhh, don’t talk.’ You whispered and kissed his fingertips again as you slowly slid his hand down your neck and stopped on your breast, squeezing it with your hand on top of his. You led his hand under your shirt and placed it on your breast again, this time he squeezed it on his own, feeling your bare skin completely exposed to him. He slowly leaned in and started kissing your neck, his lips feeling like torture on your sensitive skin. Your eyes fell down to his manhood as you could have seen how he has gotten harder which made you bite your lip from excitement. You slowly pushed your self down and sat on his knees, your hands gently caressing his thighs before you finally found the edge of his boxers. You came closer and placed a kiss on his clothed lenght, a quiet moan escaping his mouth. You smiled to yourself and very slowly pulled his boxers all the way down, his lenght springing free right in front of your face. He was already hard and even the slightest touch has made Kai lift his hips up, looking for more. You blew on his tip, his hips jerking up as you finally took his tip into your mouth, licking it with your tongue as you collected all the pre-cum. You gently grabbed it with your hand and started pumping him while you used your other hand to massage his balls. He pushed his fingers into your hair the moment when you pushed him into your mouth, his tip hitting the back of your throat.

'Oh fuck. Just like that.’ He threw his head back and arched his back a little bit, your actions obviously driving him crazy. You sped up, your tongue circling around his tip every time you took him out of your mouth and then took him back in, your hand pumping him at a faster pace as you felt him twitching and his moaning getting louder each time you gently grazed him with your teeth. You hollowed your cheeks and took him in a few more times before you barely grazed him with your teeth and felt his hot liquid trickle down your throat. You wiped your mouth with your thumb and quickly got off the bed, your eyes strongly focused on Kai. You slowly took off your shirt and threw it down on the floor, your hands slowly trailing down your body until you reached your panties and pushed them all the way down, your naked body exposed to Kai’s sight. He swallowed hard and had a hard time trying not to stare. You chuckled, but instead of climbing back on the bed, you took his black shirt and put it on, the end reaching right below your ass.

'I’m super hungry right now. Are you hungry?’ You trailed off and showed a mischevious smile to him as you walked out of the room and into the kitchen. Your heart was beating so fast that you thought it would jump out of your chest any second. After only a few second, you felt Kai’s arms on your waist and before you could say anything, he pushed you against the wall and pinned your hands above your head.

'I’m starving, but not for food.’ He said through gritted teeth and pushed his knee between your legs, seperating them roughly as he swiftly pushed his two fingers inside you and then quickly pulled them out, his thumb roughly rubbing your clit in figure eights. 'Do you see what you do to me? Look how hard I am for you.’ You looked down and he was standing straight up, just like in the bedroom. You bit your lip and tried to set at least one of your hands free, but he was too strong.

'Are you going to do something about it?’ You stuttered, your voice barely audible and you fought too hard to keep your eyes opened.

'I will make you scream so much that all the neighbours will know you’re mine. Just mine.’ He pushed his fingers into you again and started pushing them in and out as fast as he could as you felt your walls clenching and the familiar feeling in the pit of your stomach was starting to get more evident. 'No, no, not yet.’ He pulled his fingers out and licked them completely clean, your orgasm slowly fading away. He picked you up and used his vamp speed to run to the kitchen counter, letting you down as he spread your legs again and leaned down, his tongue swiftly licking your folds before he started sucking harshly on your clit. You burried your fingers into his still wet hair, trying to pull him even closer. You threw your head back, the tension building again in your stomach, but just when you wanted to let go again, Kai pulled away, not letting an orgasm to take over your body.

'Kai, please, I need it.’ You cried out, desperate for a release.

'You need what?’ He asked, his eyes piercing through your naked body.

'You, I fucking need you. Please, please, fuck me Kai. I will do anything, just do it.’ You begged him and he loved it. You could see a small mischevious smile and how satisfed he was about you begging him to finally make you his and to take you in a way only he could.

'Very well. If you want it.’ He said a little too calmly. He swiftly picked you up again and let you down in front of the couch. You furrowed your brows and wanted to ask him what he was going to do, but right when you parted your lips, he grabbed your arm and spun you around as he bend you over the couch and spread your legs with his leg. He pushed a finger inside you and trailed it through your folds, bringing it up to his mouth and licked it clean before he grabbed your waist and slammed into you in a one quick and rough thrust, making you scream out loud.

'Like this?’ He groaned and started slamming relentlessly into you, his hips perfectly meeting yours as the sound of skin on skin and panting echoed through the room.

'Yes!’ You shouted and grabbed onto the couch, your eyes closing at the feeling of Kai’s thick lenght stretching and filling you out perfectly. He leaned down and placed his hand on your neck as he lifted you up, your back laying flat on his chest while his hips kept mercilessly slam into you, bringing you closet to your orgasm as each second passed.

'Kai, I’m so close.’ You bit on your lip so hard that it started bleeding. Your walls started clenching and you were already there, ready to let yourself go but Kai has disappeared again, leaving you empty. He picked you up again and sat on the couch, placing you right onto his hard lenght. A single tear rolled down your cheek as it was getting a bit too much, the sensation and frustration taking over your body, your skin sensitive at a touch.

'It will be alright.’ Kai whispered and placed his hands on your waist, slowly lifting you up and then back down until you and him found the perfect rhythm, your hips meeting his so amazingly. You burried your head in the crook of his neck, your body feeling like jello and this time, you couldn’t keep it anymore.

'Cum for me.’ He whispered in your ear and cupped your face, kissing you deeply as you finally let yourself go, an intense orgasm tearing through your body, a tear rolling down your cheek as you screamed Kai’s name out loud, your vision going black for a few second.

'Fuck.’ Kai groaned and started twitching inside you as he came in hot short spurts, his head pressed against your chest, completely riding out yours and his orgasm. He stilled himself as you both tried to catch your breath, your hearts beating extremely fast. There was silence in the room, only Kai’s eyes strongly focused on you. He removed a wet lock of hair from your face and tucked it behind your ear.

'You’re so beautiful. I’m sorry.’ He kissed you gently and slowly lifted you up, pulling himself out of you and then wrapped his arms around your tired body.

'Don’t be. It was- absolutely amazing.’ You whispered and leaned on his chest as you closed your eyes, your breathing calming down and not long after that, you have fallen asleep in Kai’s arms, that night was only the begining of the amazing journey between you and him.

“Birthday Sex”

Tig Trager x Reader 
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SMUT!!!!

This is for you doll @mjcumberbatch Happy (early) Birthday!

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[Your Perspective]

“Your birthday is coming up…” he trailed off as he held the phone to his ear.

“Yes it is,” you smiled in response, “but you know I’m not big about birthdays Filip.” You could tell by how awkwardly he brought up the subject that he had something in mind. You were hoping he’d come back to Easterhouse to visit the family, but you knew that was a long shot. Filip hadn’t been back since he left as a teen. You were the only family he was even close to anymore. The rest had labeled him a black sheep and moved on with their lives without him.

“So why don’t ye come out here an’ spend your birthday in California?”

You saw that request coming from a mile away, “I don’t know Filip I–”
“–Lass you haven’t visited in years. Me an’ the guys, we all miss you… Tig too,” he added, causing you to blush. There was a teasing tone in his voice that antagonized you. Chibs knew you had a small crush on his outlaw brother, but he also knew, unbeknownst to you, that Tig had grown fond of you the last time you visited on your birthday four years ago.

“Alright, fine,” you spoke finally, feigning annoyance, “I’ll come. I’ll text you my flight details when I know them.”
“I’ll be waiting at the airport for you when you land, lass,” Chibs smiled and hung up the phone, pushing away from the desk in the office at TM and walking out into the garage where Tig, Bobby, Opie, Clay and Jax were all working on bikes and cars for customers.

“Just got off the phone with (Y/N)…” Chibs paused as he saw everyone’s attention turn to him, but none’s head whipped around quicker at the mention of your name than Tig Trager. Chibs grinned, “…She’ll be joinin’ us in Charming for her birthday next week.”
“That’s really good, brother,” Clay smiled, patting the Scotsman on the back, “It’ll do you good to have your family around for a little while.”
“Yeah…” he smiled back, looking across the garage at Tig whose mouth was agape as he stared off into space. Chibs didn’t know what it was about his younger cousin that made Tig so nervous, but it was entertaining to watch.

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Kirk trying to ask you out

Jim Kirk X Reader

Word Count: 1385

Prompt: “You’re too drunk sweetheart.”

Summary: Kirk keeps trying to find you to ask you out but you’ve been able to avoid him till today


“He’s been asking me all week which classes you’re in so he can talk to you.” Nyota grinned over the table as you sat in the quieter corner of a loud club down town.

“Really?” You asked and she nodded.

“Says you’ve been avoiding him.” She raised an eyebrow questionably.

“I’d say more tactically lowering my chances of him ever talking to me.” You smirked and Uhura laughed.

“We’ll they don’t seem to be working.” She nodded to the door, Jim was practically running over. “Have fun!” Nyota quickly exited the booth and grinned at Jim.

“Hey Kirk.” You muttered as he slid into the seat next opposite you.

“You’ve been avoiding me.” Kirk grinned and you rolled your eyes.

“Not true.” You pushed over your second cocktail to him. “You’ll probably like it.”

“Thanks. But I’d rather take you out.” Kirk pushed the drink back towards you.

“And yet I’ll have to decline.” You pushed the drink back towards him with a smile.

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The Devilish Teddy Bear

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Title: The Devilish Teddy Bear

Pairing: Lucifer x Reader

Word Count: 858

Warnings: fluff

A/N: This was a request that was first requested by @piertotumlocomotor22, but then @mycuddlycorner added on to that request as well with a dream she told me about lol. I hope you all enjoy this! Feedback is welcomed and appreciated! I love you all so much!

On most nights, you fell asleep alone in your bed.  You lacked the fallen archangel’s presence and it left you feeling incomplete at night.  When you heard of your soulmate’s demise and him being locked in the cage, you grew restless.  One morning after only a few hours of sleep, you woke up with a devil-like teddy bear on your doorstep.  You didn’t know where it came from, but you never gave it another thought.  The day you found that teddy bear was the day you had the best sleep since Lucifer had been trapped in the cage.  From that day on, you slept with that teddy bear every night.

As you were getting ready for bed, you let out a long breath.  You missed your fallen archangel.  Nights weren’t the same without him.  He would tell you stories about how things were before humans existed.  When you got discouraged, he would assure you that you were the best thing his dad ever created, besides him anyway.

You slid into bed, grabbing your devil-like plushie.  It came with horns when you first discovered it, but Lucifer never really had horns.  He always made jokes about his lack of horns.  You would smile every time you came across the thought.

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Imagine Chris coming home early for your birthday.

A/N: My loves, this is a piece for all the birthday babies. Special shoutout to @shadowprincess0218 who requested a imagine for her birthday, here you go. Happy birthday, hun! Hope you have a wonderful, fantastic day. X

You strolled home from Magnolia Bakery with your phone against your ear and a paper box containing your favorite chocolate cupcake in your hand. You were on the phone with your boyfriend, Chris, who was in his home away from home in California due to work commitments. His job and its constant need to take him away from you didn’t bother you until it came to things like birthdays and anniversaries and holidays; those were the times that made you miss him the most. His absence made the day seem like just another day, which was why you declined when your friends wanted to take you out to dinner to celebrate.

“I wish you were here,” you told Chris and he smiled. “I don’t even care if we just eat cake and watch TV, I just want you to be next to me.” You used your shoulder to hold the phone against your ear so you could start picking at your cupcake. “You, me, Dodger-” you murmured with your mouth full, “that’s all I need.”

Little did you know that Chris was actually sitting on your apartment doorstep with a bouquet of roses in his hand and a small black box in his jacket pocket. He’d been planning to propose for a while- two and half years he’d been together with you, he didn’t want to wait any longer considering he knew six months in that he wanted to spend the rest of his life with you.

He had planned quite a few times to pop the question but nothing ever seemed perfect enough for someone as special as you. He finally decided to just do it when you subtly reassured him that you didn’t care how he did it because as long as it was him asking, that was that mattered. It was thanks to his mom, actually, that you found out he was thinking about proposing. A week ago, while you were having lunch with Lisa and she let slip he was stalling because he couldn’t think of the ‘perfect’ way to propose. You were touched because it was kind of cute; you always knew Chris was the kind of guy who wanted the perfect proposal memory. But you were also impatient because it could have been another two and a half years before he figured out the perfect way to propose, so you nudged him along. You had no idea the nudge took him to today.

It’d been a whole month since he last saw you and his heart skipped a beat when he did. You turned the corner, looking as beautiful as ever in something as simple as a soft grey sweater, blue jeans, and black thigh high boots; his breath hitched in his throat and he smiled. He took a deep breath and got to his feet, straightening his brown suede jacket as he descended from the stairs. His heart started to pound against his chest; his hand tightened around the bouquet and he patted the small bulge in his jacket pocket. This was it, he was going to do it. He chuckled as he watched you; you were too engrossed with your cupcake to realize the one person you wanted to see was standing not thirty feet away from you.

“It’s a little difficult to book a last minute flight for dogs,” he told you and your eyes narrowed at the echoey effect. “But it’s not so bad for humans.” He chuckled softly, holding up one hand to give you a small wave when you looked up. “Hey, I have to go.” You let out a breathy chuckle of disbelief, smiling so wide that your cheeks hurt. “I just saw the love of my life walk up,” he said into the phone then hung up.

“Chris!” You ran towards him, dropping your cake as you threw your arms around his neck. He laughed and picked you up and spun you in a circle. “Oh my God,” you felt your eyes welled in your eyes and you buried your face in the crook of his neck. “I’ve missed you so much.”

“I’ve missed you too, beautiful.” He let out a satisfied sigh, clutching onto you tightly. “God, it is so good to see you.” He squeezed you as tightly as you squeezed him, neither of you wanted to let go because the past month seemed like an eternity. “Phone calls and FaceTime sessions will never make up for this.”

“Never leave me again.” You told him and both of you chuckled softly because it was an impossible request; as happy as you were, you knew he couldn’t stay for long. “I can’t believe you’re here,” you told him as you started to pull away. “Thank you, baby.” You said when you took the bouquet he was holding out for you. “These are beautiful. You just made my birthday a thousand times better,” you pecked him on the lips, smiling.

“Only a thousand?” He asked with a smile and you chuckled because you didn’t realize he was using that as a segway to pop the big question. “I was actually hoping to make it a million times better.” He told you, slipping his hand into his jacket pocket as he descended down on one knee.

“Oh my God,” you breathed.

“There will never be a perfect time, or a perfect way to propose.” He began, flipping the little box open to reveal a breathtaking diamond ring; from the looks of it, Chris followed the three month’s salary rule which was insane considering who he was and what he did for a job. “But,” he paused for effect, his smile widening as he took your left hand in his. “There is a perfect person for everyone and you, my love, you’re mine.”

“Chris,” your voice quivered out of excitement and nerves.

“Shhh,” he chuckled, pressing one finger to his lips. “I wanted a Disney World proposal but I’m doing it on your doorstep instead, the least you can do is let me make my speech.” He joked and you chuckled, pressing your lips together to show you were going to shut it. “Okay, where was I? Yes, um-” he cleared his throat, catching his train of thought. “I know it’s ridiculous and you may think I’m just saying it for the sake of the romance, but- I knew when I met you that we were going somewhere. You were like this light that wouldn’t stop shining on my life, even the darkest days felt bright with you in it. The past two and a half years have been both an absolute dream and utter hell for me,” he said and your eyes narrowed in confusion; he chuckled softly and explained. “Because you’re amazing and I love every second with you, but it’s also been a long one million three hundred and fourteen thousand seconds to get to this moment. If I could’ve,” his voice quivered as tears welled in his eyes, “I would’ve proposed after our first date.”

“Just ask me already,” you urged, laughing to stop yourself from crying.

“Will you marry me?” He asked, smiling.

“Yes,” you nodded.

He smiled and slipped the ring onto your finger before getting up off the ground to wrap his arms around you and draw you in for the kiss of a lifetime. It felt as though all the stars aligned that night and no birthday was ever going to top this one. Chris broke the kiss and hugged you tightly, you smiled and held up your hand in front of the both of you to admire the ring.

“This is possibility one of the most impractical things you’ve ever bought,” you told him and he chuckled softly, pressing a soft kiss on the side of your head. “Like I love it, it’s beautiful. I mean- don’t get me wrong. I’m very, very impressed with the ring-”

“Then just kiss me and shut up,” he chuckled.

“But,” you continued and he groaned, feigning annoyance; you chuckled. “We could’ve used the money to buy that beautiful house we saw a few months ago, have somewhere we can call ours instead of yours or mine. I mean- yeah, I have my place and you have yours but- don’t you want somewhere we can call ours?” You didn’t know if you were making sense but from the look on Chris’ face, you knew he understood what you meant. “You get it, right?”

“Yeah,” he nodded. “But you get my job, right? I can afford to buy both, which is kind of what I did.” You narrowed your eyes in confusion as he pulled away from you. He reached into his pocket, pulling out a set of brand new keys. “Remember your dream house?” Your jaw dropped and you held out your hand excitedly, he chuckled and placed them in the palm of your hand. “Well, it just became a reality.”

Boxes of chocolate

Word count: 2,200

Request: You come home and find Kai in your room. From that moment he cuddles you like there’s no tomorrow 

You have just finished your night shift at work and couldn’t wait to get home, slip under the shower to wash everything off you and throw your body on the bed and drift off to sleep, to get some rest from this long day. You kicked off your shoes and threw your bag on the floor before you walked towards your room. As you were getting closer, you slowed down because of the noise coming from your room. You frowned and your heart skipped a beat because you had no idea who could it be in your room, watching TV. You agreed to meet Kai tomorrow so it couldn’t be him. You swallowed hard and opened the doors and the person who you loved the most flashed right in front of your eyes. You immediately smiled and felt your body relaxing and your heartbeat calming down. You sighed deeply and closed the bedroom doors, looking around the door and then to the bed. There were chocolate wrappers all over the floor. Boxes and a milkshake on the nightstand next to your bed, Kai’s fingers covered in chocolate.

‘Chocolate. Chocolate and there, well look at that. More chocolate.’ You trailed off, stepping over the boxes to reach Kai who was laying on the bed shirtless, wearing only his sweatpants. You kissed his forehead swiftly, his eyes finally locking with yours. 'Hi.’ You muttered quietly and looked at his chest that had traces of melted chocolate. You took of yur jeans and put on an old shirt that was falling down to your thighs. 'The only acceptable reason for this mess is, you’re on your period. It will be fine, I promise you.’ You said, your fingers running through Kai’s hair as you bursted out into laughter, Kai looking at you befuddled and after a few moments, he started laughing too, but he went serious only a couple of seconds later. He winked at you and before you knew it, he grabbed you by your arms and pulled you on top of him, your arms and your favourite shirt getting stained with chocolate. He cupped your face and kissed you deeply, the sweetness of his tongue slowly filling your mouth.

'Kai!!’ You whined loudly and tried to push him away, but his embrace was too strong and you couldn’t help but start laughing again.

'Someone is cranky today. I would say that you need some chocolate right now.’ Kai stated and winked at you, his body lifting up and bringing himself to lay on top of you.

'Then give me some. If there is any chocolate.’ You said and wrapped your arms around his neck, his face expression serious as he reached for something on the nightstand. After a second, he brought his fingers up to his lips and traced them, melted chocolate staining his lips.

'I’m your chocolate baby.’ He said in a deep and serious voice and leaned down, leaving dozens of kisses all over your neck and you couldn’t help but start laughing, suddenly the stained sheets and your clothes becoming the least important thing at the moment. Even though you wanted to be alone after work and just hop into the shower and go to sleep, Kai appearing in your house and your room was exactly what you needed. You weren’t thinking about problems you had in your life or what a bad day you had, the only thing that mattered was Kai cheering you up and making you feel like there was nothing wrong in the world.

'So, why are you here exactly?’ You asked him, his thumb gently stroking your cheek, his touch feeling so comforting and soft, making you close your eyes and give in.

'Don’t you want me here?’ He pouted and furrowed his brows as if he was about to cry. You laughed and propped yourself up, pecking his lips swiftly.

'Of course I do, I just didn’t expect to see you today. I thought we agreed to a date -tomorrow-.’ You reached out and ran your fingers through Kai’s hair. That has always been your favourite thing. The way your fingers glided through his silky hair so easily and how soft it felt to the touch. He had always loved how you played with his hair whenever you had the chance. It had always calmed him down for some reason.

'Well yes, but I couldn’t wait to see my girl and what better way there is to surprise you than showing up in your room and-’

'Make a mess in it? Is that what you wanted to say?’ You chuckled, making Kai laugh. He kissed you softly, his lips fitting yours so perfectly as if you two were made for eachother. 

'You know how much I love a good mess.’ He trailed off and rolled on the bed beside you, pulling you closer to him as he wrapped his arms around you, hugging you gently.

'I know but somehow, I’m the one who has to do something about that mess. I never understood that, why- why do you have the need to make a mess around the house?’ You asked him, looking up, your face so close to one another that it was hard to look him properly in the eyes. He chuckled but didn’t answer. He just hugged you again, planting kisses all over your face. That wasn’t the first time that Kai acted like that. He had always loved to spoil you and shower you with kisses and always wanted to make sure that you know how much he loved you. He has never been afraid to show you around to his friends and everyone in Mystic Falls that you were his. Even though you have always been shy about it, but not him. Whenever you were walking around the city, his arm was always wrapped around you. It was always around your waist or simply resting loosely on your shoulder and whenever he had a chance, he would place a quick kiss on your forehead or your cheer and that has always made you smile. You loved him more than anything and even if there was a fight, you have never been able to stay mad at him for too long. He looked deeply into your eyes and placed a small lock of your hair behind your ear, his thumb gently brushing against your earlobe.

'I love you.’ He whispered and hugged you again, wrapping your legs around his waist. You smiled at him and pecked his chin, your fingers tracing invisible patterns over his bare torso.

'I love you too.’ You trailed off as you and Kai laid on the bed in silence for a few moments before you spoke up again.

'So, what are we watching?’ You asked and turned your hear to the TV and rolled your eyes when you figured it out. You chuckled and looked at him, your brows furrowing. 'Notebook? Really?’

'What? Something wrong with this movie?’ He asked you seriously as if you just said horrible. You laughed at his reaction and ran your fingers through his hair and punched his chest playfully.

'It’s just so-’

'Romantic?’ He chuckled and winked at you, both of you bursting into laughter.

'I was going to say cheesy.’ His gaze was strongly focused on you, his face expression going serious as he pouted.

'Really? I thought you would like that kind of things.’ He asked and kissed your forehead, his hand gently caressing your stomach. You propped yourself on your elbows and furrowed your brows.

'Where’s my boyfriend and what did you do to him?’ He chuckled and out of nowhere, cupped your face and kissed you deeply.

'So, you’re saying you love the not so romantic side of me more than the good side?’ He asked as you laughed shortly. You did like that side of him. It was the side that he always had, it just got more evident when he was alone with you. He has never been shy or scared to show how crazy he was about you or how you have made him feel. He was the complete opposite of what everyone else thought and you couldn’t be more happier to have met him, let alone have him as your boyfriend.

'Oh, you know I love everything about you, Kai. No need to worry about that. Except, you could lay off the food for a while.’ You said seriously, trying really hard not to laugh.

'You’re joking right?’ He looked as a little kid when you take away his favourite toy. You couldn’t help but   laugh and pull him in for another kiss as he couldn’t hide his smile. You pushed him away and jumped off the bed, reaching out your hand and waited for Kai to take it.

'Where are you taking me?’ Kai asked as you led him out of the room.

'To make some pancakes. I’m hungry.’

'Now? It’s almost midnight.’

'So?’ You chuckled and took him to the kitchen, turning the light on. You let go of his hand and ran towards the kitchen counter, pulling out the bowl and a ladle and all the other ingredients that you needed. As you moved around the kitchen, you could have felt Kai’s gaze constantly focused on you. You turned around and saw him staring, his hand under his chin, supporting his head and a big smile on his face. He winked at you and chuckled, but his gaze was still on you.

'Are you going to help me or are you just going to stare?’ You asked, leaning against the kitchen counter, trying to be serious, but his smiled and the way he was looking at you made that completely impossible. You started laughing as well and grabbed a handful of flour, throwing it at him, his black pants now covered completely. He opened his mouth in shock and looked down, trying to shake the flour off his pants.

'Oh, you’re so gonna pay for this.’ He trailed off and got off the chair, running towards you as he grabbed a handful of flour, throwing it on you, landing perfectly on your head.

'Oh, is that so? This is war now, just so you know.’

'It’s on.’ He reached his hand into the bowl and grabbed more of the flour, throwing it on you and you throwing it on him. The kitchen floor was covered in flour, your footprints visible all over the kitchen and your clothes weren’t in any better condition. This was the kind of thing that happens unexpectedly and it alway makes you smile. You didn’t care how silly this might have looked, it was all part of the fun and how Kai has helped you to forget about work. After you ran out of flour, both of you were laying on the kitchen floor, covered in it, trying to catch your breath from all the running. Kai kissed you deeply, tasting some flour on your lips. He caressed your thigh gently, his fingers brushing so slowly against your skin. You propped yourself up on your elbows and looked around the kitchen, gasping out loud at the though of having to clean all of this up. You ran your fingers roughly through your hair and started getting up, when Kai stopped you.

'You go take a shower, I’ll take care of this.’ Kai said, smiling at you.

'Are you sure? You don’t have to. I can-’

'I’m sure. Go.’

'You’re the best.’ You pecked his lips quickly before you got up and walked towards your room, on the way there, taking your clothes off. You felt extremely tired and bed somehow looked more appealing than a shower.

'Just 5 minutes.’ You laid down and closed your eyes, wanting to rest your eyes for a short time, but instead of that, you had managed to fall asleep on the bed, completely covered in flour.

After a few hours

You didn’t even know for how long you have been asleep, but when you opened your eyes, the first person you saw was Kai. You looked around and at yourself, realizing you had clean clothes on. You furrowed your brows, feeling confused as to how you had clean clothes on because you laid on the bed in your flour covered one.

'I put on some clean clothes. I though maybe you didn’t want to sleep in that fun stained clothes.’ Kai muttered, his hand underneath your shirt, caressing your back gently. You closed your eyes at the feeling and smiled, your body somehow sore. He kissed your forehead a couple of times, as you felt him covering you up again, with your favourite blanket and pulling himself close enough to wrap his arm around your body, bringing you closer to him as you nuzzled your nose into his chest, the scent of his body and shower gel, affecting you to calm down.

'Good night.’ Kai whispered and kissed you again, but you didn’t have the strenght to speak up so you just smiled at him and drifted off to sleep, Kai’s arms nicely wrapped around you while his body warmth kept radiating, keeping you warm all night.

AHS Imagine – Torture.

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1996

Gracefully, your finger left the chalky surface of the table. The grime was smooth, and revealed that the counter had not been cleaned for some time. Pulling out your magnifying glass – which you had happily accepted from your aunt – you re-examined the table. A clear line from where your finger removed the fragments of dirt exposed the original chestnut shade of the table. For someone your age, your curiosity and appeal for adventure was far more advanced than any other eight year old. You yield from the table and place your magnifying glass back in your belt. You looked around; the endless corners and rooms to venture to in the incessant hotel was boundless. Detail was entrancing to you, the floors covered in carpet filled with congregation of shapes, the soft hums from the vents, the mysterious aura that wrapped itself in the silence of the hotel. You dragged your backpack by its tarnished strap to where your mother stood enervated at the receptions desk. She was handed the keys to the room, the room you would sleep in for the next 20 years.

“Mom?” You called, pulling at the hem of her dress.

Her attention that was on the receptionist was now on you, her dull eyes showed distress. From the moment you finished your cereal that morning, all you saw was the road your mother drove for hours on.  

“Y/N, Mommy’s very busy right now” She said breathlessly, irritation leaving her lips without a single thought of it.

“Can I stay in the lobby for a little bit?” You asked, pushing your bottom lip out in plea.

Your mother sighed. She removed one of the keys from the chain and handed it to you.

“30 more minutes okay? Ask the nice lady to help you to our room. You won’t get lost, yeah?” breaking from her stern stare, she gave you a curious smile.

You nodded in response, taking out your magnifying glass and began to venture around the lobby.

Your carelessness distracted you from the couple that stared down at you from the stairs.

“That girl,” Elizabeth paused, turning her gaze to James.

“She’ll be trouble.” James furrowed his eyebrows in curiosity.

“How so darling?” he questioned, keeping his gaze on you.

“She’ll find out the truth, her meddling will ruin us all.” Elizabeth’s hand rested on James’ shoulder, pulling him to her.

“I want you to get rid of her.” Her eyes showed no remorse, and hid the fear she felt.

“And how do you expect me to kill a child, its inhumane and completely undignified.” March removed her hand that was now gripping onto his shoulder.

Elizabeth smiled, placing a kiss on his cheek.

“You’ll figure it out I’m sure.”

2015

“You know, I hate Halloween.” Continuing to file your papers, you listened to your co-workers annual rant.

“I mean, its good for the candy and parties but, ghosts and pumpkins? That shit doesn’t fascinate me… what fascinates me is all the fuss about Halloween.” As much as you disapproved, your mouth stayed shut and you quickly filed your last paper.

“Has it ever occurred to you that not everyone likes what you like?” you asked, hinting your sarcasm as only a tease.

“Shut up” She huffed.

You replied with a giggle, since you were too tired to think of a crafty remark. Swinging your bag over your shoulder, you parted from your co-workers. Stepping out of your building, you reached for your umbrella.

“Oh for heavens sake!”

The mouth of your umbrella was turned inside out, and the handle was close to tearing off. Your hand wiped the countless drops of rain that piled onto your forehead before thrashing your hands in vexation. Finally, after fighting with the umbrella for long enough, you left it on the side of a nearby trashcan.

Sighing, you continued down the unburdened street, consuming your anger in quiet, irritated hums. You angered quick, and held grudges, but nonetheless you continued your way towards the bus stop. You were now riled, irked and without an umbrella. The rain that pelted on your simmering head seemed to slow down, but when a glimpse of luck seemed to shine through the blurry stream of raindrops, Mother Nature thought otherwise and decided a little rain could simmer down the fire that continued to boil in your blood.

Finally, the bus stop was in sight, and almost instantly you ran towards it. As if on cue, the bus screeched to a stop in front of you and you quickly got on.

You sat quietly with your head resting on the cold window, feeling the pattering of the rain hit the glass. The streetlights outside blinded you, since they were the only source of light seen.

10:40PM.

The bus reached the entrance of the hotel. Being the only one on the bus, you thanked the driver – like you normally did - before walking into the mouth of the hotel. You dragged yourself to the elevator eager to rest in your warm bed.

“Y/N, I’m guessing luck wasn’t with you today.” Liz raised an eyebrow, eyeing your drenched frame.

“No kidding,” You giggled, waiting for the elevator to open.

Once inside, you slumped back and began picking at your wet clothes from your skin. The hotel had been quiet since your mothers passing, everyone knew her, everyone respected her, everyone missed her. 

“Y/N, you’re ruining my carpets” his abrupt voice shook you from your thoughts. You were so concentrated on your drenched clothing that you unrecalled the elevator stopping on your floor.

“Sorry James,” You smiled, stepping out of the elevator.

“Do you not have an umbrella?” He asked, following behind you.

“I did, but it decided to break” you sighed, bringing a strand of hair behind your ear.

“I could lend you mine? Liz tells me it will be raining dejectedly for the next few days.”

“And I certainly don’t want you ruining my carpets anymore.” His firm stare quickly vanished and was replaced with a joking smirk.

“Well since your carpets are of up most importance, I’ll use your umbrella.” You bantered back.

James blocked your way before you could reach your room,

“I’m very fond of you, Y/N and I would love it if you would have dinner with me.” James said, handing you a pasty letter which had your name carved in cursive on.

“When?” You asked, bringing your attention back to James.

“Well, tonight.” James grinned.

“A late invitation means you don’t have time to deny my request, darling” James’ smile stayed on his lips as he tipped his hat.

“I’ll see you tonight, Y/N.” Without ease, he turned the corner and disappeared from your sight.

You sat quietly on your bed, your hair in natural waves and in the silvery dress that was placed on your bed once you entered.

Taking a deep breath, the pit in your stomach gnawed at your throat, trying to convince you that going was a bad idea. Decisively, you peeled yourself from your bed and quickly walked out of your room giving yourself no time to think about your actions.

Finding his room was like a scavenger hunt, it thrilled you yet distracted you from your nerves.

You reached his floor, passing the coloured walls that in a way, lead you to his room.

Room 64

The hunt ended but your nerves remained, numbing your tongue and quickening your heartbeat. You reached for the knob, listening to the music that bled through the wooden door.

With one swift movement, the door opened, revealing a room that looked similar in style as yours.

No one was there, but Ms. Evers. 1930s jazz kept the room from silence.

“Ah, you made it! I was convinced you wouldn’t show.” James appeared from the corner, holding a fresh bottle of wine in his hand.

“Please, do sit” He motioned to the vacant seat at the dinner table.  

“I’m glad you came, darling” he spoke calmly, pouring you a glass of wine.

“So am I” you smiled,

“Might I just say you look ravishing tonight?” James added, bringing your hand in his, before gently kissing the top of it.

Ms. Evers entered with your meal,

“I’ve noticed this is your favourite, Chicken Alfredo?” You smiled,

“Yes! Thank you, it’s amazing” you hummed, taking in your first bite.

“Don’t thank me, thank Ms. Evers who cooked it special for you” James grinned leaving Ms. Evers flushed.

The night continued, and so did your conversations with James. He told stories of the Hotel, always reminded you of how beautiful you were, and how he was going to show you real music.

After a bottle of wine, you realized it was already past 2am.

“Well as much fun as I’m having,” You pulled away from James, who was ready to pull you in for a dance.

“I should get going.”

James pulled you close by the hand and quickly kissed your cheek.

“I’m hoping we’ll do this again?” He asked, making his dimples prominent as he smiled.

“Of course.” You giggled, pecking his cheek back. He walked you to the door, but not without sneaking a peck on your lips.

“Then until next time, Y/N.” He winked. You watched as his figure disappeared behind the door, and you only hoped you would see James again.

2016

You think back to that day a lot, the day he invited you to dinner, the day you fell in love with him. As unexplainable as it was, to you he was your other half. His presence would bring the butterflies in your stomach to flutter…it was a gift almost. The kindness he showed you, the feeling of being special, that’s what you loved. You loved him, more than you thought you would.

He came home early, a sigh leaving his lips as removed his hat and placed it on the rack.

“Long day?” You asked, watching his eyes light up from the sound of your voice.

“I’ve had longer, just…busy” He sighed, making his way to where you sat.

“How was your day, darling?” He asked before placing a kiss on your lips.

“Lonely.” You giggled,

“Well I’m sorry to say but I have to go back to the office, I just wanted to see you” James said, pecking your lips again.

“I’ll be back around 8:00pm.” James said as he left the room again.

Sighing, you noticed he left his hat, and he always said his hat made him look “professionally approachable” to guests.

You got up from your seat and got ready to drop his hat off. By now, the halls were too familiar to get lost. You found yourself in front of his door faster than you‘d expected.

Your hand found the knob and opened the door only to have regretting nausea reach your throat.

James was kissing Elizabeth in a way you’ve never experienced. If your heart could stop at any time, it would be at that moment. Unaware of your entrance, he continued to kiss Elizabeth, sending your foot to kick the door closed. James paused.

“Y/N?” He turned around, watching as you crumped his hat in your fist.

At that moment, he reacted in a way that added to the confusion. He began to laugh.

“You’ve caught me darling, red handed as they say” James straightened out his suit and walked forward.

You stared back, shocked at his reaction.

“It’s about time really, I’ve been waiting to see that look on your face.” He said, leaning calmly on the cane he had retrieved.

“What look James?” your body was tense with vexation.

“The look of someone who’s had their heart broken, how does that feel by the way?” James asked, tilting his head.

“You’re disgusting.” You spat between your teeth, feeling the hot tears pour down your cheeks.

James’ smile faded, and bit longingly at his bottom lip.

“Not true, darling.” He said crossly.

“I’m a torturer, Y/N. A revelation!” He bickered. You watched as his eyes turned from calm to unhinged. He was soulless, unsympathetic to your feelings, and depraved from goodness.

“I’ve been trying to figure out new… approaches for torturing, because slitting your throat would be far too easy… and far too messy.” His face stayed icy, and completely certifiable.

“Then I thought,” He paused, picking up a nearby flower that he had previously given to you.

“What can give a person everything they’ve wanted, and simply take it all away?” He looked back at you.

“Affection. It sickens me really, but it’s genius don’t you agree?”

You scoffed,

“Why would you do this, James?” You were numb of all emotion. Your heart drummed in your ears. Blood pulsed in your veins as shock carried you.

James was now inches from you. You stood frozen, unable to react as his hand lightly cupped your chin, pulling you close to him.

“Because, darling, love is the best kind of torture, and the best way to keep you away from my secrets.” 

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HECK YAH?? S/O TO MY BITCH @dearlieebeloved FOR GIVING ME THE IDEA UR AMAZING ILY. ALREADY HAVE AN IDEA FOR PART TWO BUT ITS UP TO Y’ALL IF YOU GUYS WANT IT ;-) 

❧ Midnight Shadows  ; 3

 Pairing : Jimin x Y/N

Genre : Fluff / Angst

1 | 2 | 3


Days passed..

He ignored me, it was very hurtful because he just apologized to me.                       And, I accepted his apology I thought he meant no harm. All this time I was thinking should I go talk to him.

He, was in his own little world with the same book in his hands like always. I hoped he would talk to me, but I just sat alone. No one ever talked to me. No friends, at all. We’re they all scared of me because I was kind of friends with Jimin?

They we’re all in their own friend groups, all of them we’re smiling, laughing at each others jokes…

Yes, I wanted to have that type of friendship that others had here. I could be assumed as greedy for those types of thoughts, but I’m really not. I just wanted a friend.


A new girl came, she really looked like she didn’t belong here. She was smiling. Of course a lot of people smiled here, but it was fake. They all wanted to go back home.

The girl, she sat alone.

I sat next to her, I really wanted to make friends.                                              And it was time to make some.

‘‘Hey, You’re new here right?’‘ I smiled at her

‘‘Yeah, what are you here for?’‘ 

‘‘Depression, cuts , countless suicide attempts. What about you?’‘

‘‘Same thing’‘ I was shocked because she looked really happy all the time.

‘‘Did, you make friends here?’‘

‘‘Nope, you’re my only friend If I can call you that’‘

‘‘Sure, you can I don’t have friends either even though I was here for a at least a month’‘

‘‘Oh, that sucks what’s your name?’‘

‘‘Y/N, what’s yours?’‘

‘‘Y/F/N’‘ 

Then it was time for everyone to go back to their own rooms

‘‘Well, goodbye Y/F/N’‘ I smiled and went to my own room

But…

There was one, small detail. When I was talking with Y/F/N Jimin kept staring at us. I wonder what was that for.


Me, and my new made friend, we spent everyday together. We we’re best friends. I was really happy, I didn’t feel that depressed anymore.

But I knew that this happiness won’t last forever I was a realistic thinker. But, I should enjoy it while I can. 


A few months later..

So, about Jimin. He never talked to me in these months. He keeps staring at me so he should know I actually exist.

Me an Y/F/N, we’re really close but one day. The one that broke me the most. I saw, Jimin and her kissing. Yes, I know I shouldn’t feel sad about that, but I did. Maybe, I did develop feelings for Jimin.

A week, later we talked with Y/F/N about, Jimin. I was wrong to tell that last week was more unlucky than this one.

‘‘Y/N! I have some great news’‘ I looked shocked

‘‘What is it?’‘

‘‘Me and Jimin started dating’‘

At that point,

I was completely broken.

‘‘Oh that’s nice I need, to go to my room for something’’

Well, that something was a razor blade, that I hid deeply in my backpack. I swore that day when I came here, I’ll never use it.

Little, did I know I was wrong.

Imagine going over Sebastian’s head.

A/N: Here’s Part 5; I think I see an end coming. 😋 You can read the previous parts here: (Just Friends: Part 1/Part 2/Part 3/Part 4)

For the rest of the week, Sebastian drove you to work like he said he would. You assured him that you’d “much rather take a cab than sit in your stupid car.” But of course, he didn’t care what you wanted. He was “your big brother” and you were to “do as you’re told.” It went without saying that you didn’t eat breakfast with him on Wednesday morning, or any other mornings. You boycotted everything he made or brought you, using your deadpan stare to let him know this wasn’t something he could fix with delicious scrambled eggs and freshly baked blueberry bagels. He didn’t even need that look to tell him, he knew before he decided that you were going to be upset with him. He thought Chris would be too, but Chris actually thanked him because Chris didn’t think he could be around you either. That night at your apartment was an eye opener, if Sebastian hadn’t called- things between the two of you would’ve gotten very complicated, very quickly.

Deep down, you were grateful towards Sebastian too. Your head knew he was looking out for you and your career, but it didn’t stop your heart from being pissed. From the way Chris was acting around you now, you knew Sebastian had said more to him than “I’m going to drive my sister to work from now on.” Being just friends with Chris was horrible, now you weren’t even that- you were just co-workers. He kept conversations between the two of you strictly professional, calling himself out before he made any of his usual jokes and flirty suggestions. You didn’t even get to have Starbucks with him anymore, let alone lunch or dinner. Your entire week slowed to a stop without Chris to speed things up, without your one hour and forty minute car rides with him. The two of you would always have the most interesting conversations, the funniest jokes, and the best time belting out to songs on your iPhone. Sebastian tried to offer the same entertainment with his conversational topics, corny jokes, and carpool karaoke, but you just stared at him until he sighed and focused on driving.

You knew the car rides with Sebastian wouldn’t last too long as he didn’t permanently live in Los Angeles. You did, even though New York was your hometown and you still had your apartment there. As much as you loved New York, you didn’t see yourself moving back; Los Angeles had found a place in your heart, and eventually that place would be passed onto Boston. You tried to tell Sebastian that, hoping he’d get your metaphor. Yes, he was right about not dating Chris while you were still working with him. But you were afraid that even after the movie, he wouldn’t be ready to see you with Chris; a man who was going to take over his role of taking care of you.

Sebastian had always been the one constant male in your life. You didn’t know your dad, and your stepfather- as much as he loved you- had his own children to look after. But with Sebastian, you were always his priority. He was always there for you, putting your needs and wants above his. He watched out for you even when you didn’t ask him too, even following you to a party or two to make sure you didn’t get into trouble. You remembered how angry you were at him the first time; you saw him across the room and you couldn’t believe his lack of trust. Before you could tell him to leave- a drunk asshole tried to force himself on you and your brother stepped in to save you. From that moment on, having Sebastian at a party you went to was quid pro quo. If he couldn’t come, you’d rather not go because without your guardian angel around- you didn’t want to go anywhere where drinking was involved.

But then Chris came along and you started to go parties with him and not Sebastian. Now that you thought about it, Sebastian looked pretty hurt when he came to your apartment one morning and found out you’d gone to a party with Chris. He could feel Chris replacing him as the constant male in your life, and while he was happy that you’d found a good guy to befriend and crush on- he was still a big brother not ready to let his baby sister go. When you thought about it that way, you couldn’t be too mad at him. You were the same the first time he brought a girl home, you were jealous because she was taking his time and attention away from you. But still, you didn’t sabotage the progression of their relationship. You understood Sebastian’s reasons, but that didn’t mean you were okay with it. Career aside, you could still be friends with Chris; friends who carpool, have drinks and meals, and joke around. Which was why you went over Sebastian’s head and asked a higher power for help.

“You’re awfully chipper today,” Sebastian glanced at you with narrowed eyes as he pulled into the driveway of Elliot’s- or as the two of you saw him, Pappy’s mansion. Elliot was your mother’s godfather, basically like a grandfather. He was the only family living in Los Angeles, so the two of you would always have Sunday dinners at his place. “Does this mean we’re back to normal?”

“We will be after dinner,” you responded with a smugness that Sebastian immediately registered.

“What did you do?” His head shot to you when the car stopped. You shrugged, feigning innocence despite the gleam in your eyes. He rolled his eyes, “run to Pappy. Don’t you get sick of having him fight your battles?” He quizzed. “He’s not going to let you date him, he wants to protect your career too.”

“Who said anything about dating him? I just want use to go back to normal. Look-” you huffed. “You did the right thing stopping us that night, I’ll admit that. But every decision you’ve made for us after- the whole stopping Chris from driving me and telling him to just be professional around me, they’re all fucking stupid.” You bit and he sighed. “I get your concern, Seb. We’re concerned about it too, but that doesn’t mean we can’t be friends.”

“I didn’t tell him-”

“No, you just gave him a whole bunch of rules to follow. Rules he’s so afraid of breaking because he thinks he’ll ruin my career that he’d much rather avoid me,” you told Sebastian and he sighed again. “I know we can’t date, I know what people will say if they find out, but I still want to be his friend. I want to be able to carpool with him and have lunch with him and-” You ran a hand through your hair, sighing. “I just miss him, Seb. So no, to answer your previous question, I am not sick of having Pappy fight my battles. You wouldn’t listen to me when I asked you to back off, so maybe you’ll listen to him.”

You got out of the car and slammed the door shut behind you, heading inside while Sebastian mentally prepared himself for the conversation waiting for him behind those oak doors. Elliot was incredibly headstrong and he got his way majority of the time; Sebastian knew he was just walking into defeat, not that he was going to put up much of a fight after hearing you talk about Chris. You were right, he needed to back off. It was your life and you were smarter than that, perhaps not on that particularly night- but you were, and Sebastian needed to trust you.

You found Elliot in his study room having drinks with- “Chris?” You narrowed your eyes at Chris, who was sitting with Elliot having a scotch. “What uh-” Your gaze darted to Elliot and spotted a smile before turning back to Chris. “What are you doing here?”

“Elliot invited me,” Chris told you with a small smile. “And he doesn’t um-” he glanced at Elliot and chuckled softly, “he doesn’t take no for an answer.” You bit back your smile when Elliot winked at you. “Actually, Y/N. Um-” he shared a glance with Elliot that you narrowed your eyes at, “I’ve been meaning to talk to you.” He got to his feet, lowering the glass in his hand onto the glass table in front of him. “Do you think we can go for a walk?”

“Go,” Elliot urged with a nod. “I’ll handle your brother, the two of you go.”

“Thanks, Pappy,” you smiled at him and he nodded. “C'mon,” you chuckled when you glanced over your shoulder and saw Sebastian walking in your direction. “Let’s go before Sebastian blows his fuse.” You held out your hand and felt your heart skip a beat when Chris slipped his into yours. “Have fun, Seb,” you called over your shoulder as the two of you walked off.

“Chris?” Sebastian frowned with confusion. “What the-”

“Sebastian Stan,” Elliot cut Sebastian off, “we need to talk.”

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Part 5B

Young George Harrison imagine One Shot

a/n: hello hello here i am again

impatience. want. always on edge. easily annoyed.

those were words with which paul, ringo and john could describe their guitarist george the past few weeks. being in liverpool for a few weeks and then going to america again made him quite unstable. he’d have mood swings, insomnia and his bad side - you could say - showing. why, you ask?

while the band was in liverpool, their home, george had reunited with his childhood friend and long-time crush, y/n. since they were kids, y/n and george had done everything together for their mothers were close friends and both families often did things together and visited each other. they had lived across the street from each other and always came over after school.

when george found out he really liked the girl as more than just a friend, he was in another country. far away from y/n physically and mentally. it was before they returned to their home town. but, in the few weeks he spent there, he never found the right moment to tell her. and y/n wasn’t exactly in the right state of mind as of her mother had passed away while george was away.

and now, when george was sixteen hours before seeing y/n again, he didn’t really know how to tell her how he feels. he wasn’t good at those things. and he was too embarrassed to ask his band mates for they already thought of him as the small one, the young one. george didn’t want to make the impression that he had no experience in girls. not that it’s not true, of course.

so, as george was laying in his hotel room, trying to fall asleep, y/n tortured his tired mind. she was the only thing on his mind and he couldn’t even get the chords on his guitar right, earlier on stage. it was the reason ringo, paul and john had left him sulking in a room for a good song was ruined during that night’s show. george stated in his mind that they don’t understand anything and that they don’t know what it’s like.

george didn’t know if y/n felt the same way about him, but he just felt like he had to tell her how he felt. he needed to let her know. how could he keep it a secret? that wouldn’t be fair to y/n. he was always listening to what she had to say to him, they both trusted each other. and for this was really important, he can’t not tell her about it. perhaps it may ruin their friendship, because they had known each other since their day of birth and wouldn’t be proper to be in love with your best friend, but… you just can’t help.

sometimes george thought that maybe he shouldn’t tell her. i mean, why would she like him? he was just some celebrity now, and thought of himself as nothing special. there are so many other guys that would guarantee her a better, more peaceful life. and neither george nor y/n knew if he would spend his whole life touring or not. so really, why would y/n want to be with anyone who couldn’t promise anything? she’d much rather have someone by her side who she could plan her whole life out with. george wasn’t that person.

nevertheless, george was going to tell y/n how he felt. in a little bit more than sixteen hours, he will. and perhaps everything will change and maybe nothing will. nobody could know.

“y/n, my dear sister, what are your plans for tomorrow?” mary (y/n’s sister, yeah, i wanted to name her properly) asked through the telephone. “i was thinking you could visit and spend time with my kids.”

“oh, mary…” y/n smiled, “sorry, but i’ve got to say no. tomorrow is a taken day for me.”

“you’re saying no? you mean you’ve got plans?” mary questioned.

“yes.”

“please, tell me, what in the world is better than meeting your lovely sister?”

“well,” y/n inhaled a huge breath, “george harrison is coming back to liverpool for a while.”

“ohhh,” mary said and chuckled, “is that the lad from that famous band? is he the one you’re in love with? he was on TV just moments ago.”

“mary,” y/n sternly said, but then let out a laugh, “right you are, you know me so well.”

“well, then i will leave you to it. don’t forget to use protection.” mary joked.

“dear lord…” y/n rolled her eyes with a smile.

“but seriously, when will you tell the poor lad? i bet he’s dying to know.” mary said.

“i don’t know…”

“you know he’s positive about you, don’t you? remember that phone call he made i told you about?”

“yeah, yeah, i remember. he could have been talking about you, though.”

mary rolled her eyes. “you naive little lamb. course he was talking about you! there’s no doubt. he always saw me as the strict older sister.”

“strict? don’t fool me.” y/n laughed. “but i’ll try and tell him, alright? so you don’t feel heavy about it.”

mary rolled her eyes again. “me? i have no part in this. and i don’t want any, either. only if i get to plan the wedding.”

“mary, shut it.” y/n said.

“love you, too, sis.” mary said with a chuckle.

“good evening to you.” y/n said and put down the phone, ending the call. she huffed. tomorrow will be a hard day.

being around a celebrity - that is what you can call george now - is hard enough, in public or not. but being around a celebrity who’s your childhood best friend and long-term love is much harder.

but y/n will hold it all in and somehow try to tell george how she feels about him. she needed to. she couldn’t keep anything from george. y/n wouldn’t do that to him.

the day came, and george with his bandmates had landed in the liverpool airport. their flight was nothing out of the ordinary, and the landing, too. hundreds of fans were waiting for them at the airport, but they quickly got away and drove to their desired places.

george’s parents greeted their son with a breakfast at his home. he didn’t want a party for him returning home, for he thought of that as unnecessary and too much of an event. there was just three of them at home, which george thought was enough.

after catching up with his mum and dad about what he had missed while being away, he got ready to visit y/n at her home. it was raining outside, but it wasn’t much of a bother. george thought he and y/n could take a walk somewhere, but maybe the sky will clear out. oh wait, could he properly walk around now? not really.

even to go to y/n’s house, he had to run so quick as if a pack of bears would be chasing after him. his skinny legs carried him over the pavement, past a few groups of girls sitting on the pavement. they started screaming and when they were up on their feet to run after him, george had already opened the door in the fence around of y/n’s house. seconds passed and he was safely behind the front door. having been in the house all his childhood, george professionally locked the door fully.

what if they smash the windows? no, thanks to the metal fence around the house, they couldn’t. and, george hoped, the girls would be polite enough to leave the house be.

once george had calmed his breathing and neated down his turtleneck sweater, he looked around the house. he didn’t see anyone near him, so he walked further into the house. for a regular person, it would be rude to just barge in y/n’s house, but george had… you could say, privileges. so, the young boy was sure she wouldn’t be badly surprised if she would see him walking around.

george studied the white hallway walls for new photographs. he only saw pictures of y/n’s family, y/n when she was younger, george and y/n as kids, teenagers and… there was just a place for one more photograph. if only they could take a picture now. george did bring his photograph home, but he left it at the house. eh, regret.

“george?” he heard her sweet voice calling from the other end of the hallway. george turned his head in her direction and saw her. finally. after all this waiting, he finally met her. he finally had a glance at her.

george stalked down the hallway towards her and as soon as he was close to her, he brought her in for a tight hug. y/n immediately wrapped her arms around george’s skinny frame and sighed into his sweater. “i’ve missed you.” george spoke in y/n’s ear quietly and slowly. y/n felt like she fell in love with him all over again because of his voice. he talked so sweetly and lazily, it sounded like his words were made of warm honey.

“i’ve missed you, too.” y/n replied. george wanted to stay this near to her forever, but the girl pulled away for this wasn’t all she wanted to do today. george almost whined at the loss of contact, but dealt with it. “how have you been? how did you even get in here?”

“oh, i ran.” george simply said. y/n raised her eyebrows. “the door was open.” george corrected himself. y/n chuckled.

“that’s irregular, but alright. did you lock it?” y/n walked into the kitchen of her house. george nodded. “thank you. would you like some tea?” she turned around as she had stopped at the kitchen counter and she saw george nodding again. y/n turned back around to face the kitchen window and heat the water in the kettle.

george leaned against the doorframe and watched y/n boiling the water. her hair hadn’t changed, her clothing style hadn’t either. her hips were softly swaying to the rhythm of a song that she was humming quietly to herself. she had a good voice and george had always told her that, but she didn’t take any serious notice of it. y/n was the same george had left her a month or so before. as beautiful, mesmerizing, humble and positive as before. but george thought he loved her more and more with every second.

“so, i probably sound boring if i ask you how was your mini-tour.” y/n spoke, getting the mugs and tea out of a cupboard. “but how was it?”

george smiled very faintly. “it's… it’s uh, very loud.” he replied. he heard y/n chuckle. “lots of people, you know. i’m sorry,” george started. y/n turned around to look at her friend, “i don’t want to talk about it. i feel like someone’s interviewing me.”

“oh, pardon me.” y/n turned back around to make the tea. “i just want to know how you’ve been doing.” y/n said and then turned back around to george with two hot mugs in hand. “shall we be going to the living room?” she asked.

george nodded, his facial expression showing that he had just returned to reality. the blueish grey light from the outside rain showed george’s cheekbones perfectly and y/n almost melted at the sight of him right then and there. she extended the mug in her hand towards george and he took it gladly. “it’s extremely hot.” y/n warned.

she walked back into the hallway and then into the spacious living room. it only had one sofa, a tv, a coffee table and the rest of the room was filled with books, blankets and pillows lying around. george followed y/n who sat down on the sofa and as he placed his mug on the coffee table, he spotted a black cat whirling its tail around the leg of the coffee table. “you have a cat now?” george spoke, leaning back down into the sofa.

“uh-huh.” y/n nodded. there was a gap between y/n and george and both of them could feel that it was the physical form of the awkward tension between them. “ricken?” the girl said and the cat perked its ears.

“ricken?” george furrowed his eyebrows. y/n chuckled as her cat jumped up on the sofa between her and george.

“yeah, i named it after one of your guitars.” she replied. “the rickenbacker. you still use it, right?”

“yeah, i do.” george said. she named her cat after my guitar?

“i named it after your guitar so that if you were gone for a long time, i’d have something connected with you at home, beside me.” y/n said.

“that’s really nice, y/n.” george said. “ricken?” the cat turned its head to george. he slowly started to pet the cat and it started purring. “a girl or a boy?”

“she’s a girl.” y/n replied. “so, how is your life? how have you been, george?” she asked, looking at george with her head turned sideways. george shrugged his shoulders.

“i’ve been alright.” he said.

“is there any girl on the horizon for you?” y/n smirked. george grinned and let out a soft chuckle.

“ah….” george started. could he say it right now? he didn’t want to, he wanted to spend some not ruined time with y/n, “let’s talk about that later.”

y/n chuckled, trying hard not to show any emotion. “alright. but-”

“could we talk about you?” george interrupted. “i feel like you think i’m the important one now. but i’m not. i’m here to spend time with you.” he spoke slowly, petting ricken who was sleeping in his lap then. “so how are you?”

y/n huffed. “i’ve been…. managing.” she said. “but it’s okay. i got ricken and started playing piano. i’m also working, so… i’m alright.”

“how old is ricken?” george asked.

“eight months or so.”

“hmm.” george raised his eyebrows. “she looks older, bigger.”

“it’s because of her species, i think,” y/n said, “at least that’s what the lady selling her told me.”

“the lady selling her?” george furrowed his eyebrows. “that sounds horrible.”

“don’t worry, george.” y/n said with a chuckle. “her cat gave birth to eight kittens total and she had no one else to give them to, so she just took them with her to the market and gave them away.”

“ooh.”

“ricken was the only one left.” y/n said. “the lady said that two families had taken all the others and ricken was sort of left behind. but then i appeared! only cost me a few pence.”

“that’s nice of you.” george said. “but i still don’t like the thought of people selling animals. it’s just like selling a person.” he admitted. “paul is good with cats, they love him.”

“paul?” y/n furrowed her eyebrows, trying to remember if george had ever mentioned him. “oh, wait-paul mccartney? the boy who introduced you to john? he plays bass, right?”

“yeah, that boy.” george laughed. “have you never met my mates, y/n? i thought i introduced them to you.”

“i don’t think i have. although, i hear from my sister that they’re all quite attractive.” y/n said and then chuckled. “you’re alright, too.”

george laughed. “thanks.”

“i’m just teasing. i’d love to meet them, though.” y/n admitted. “what are they doing while you’re all here?”

“uh… i don’t really know. john’s with cynthia. paul and ringo… “ george shrugged. “perhaps same as me, they never mentioned their plans.”

“hmm.” y/n hummed. “seems weird. your mates don’t tell you what they want to do.”

“i didn’t really ask them. we didn’t really have much time together.”

“what? you’re always together, no matter where.”

“well… it’s hard to reach me when i’m only thinking about one thing. i bet it’s that way with everyone. you just have that one focus and nothing else…” george felt himself drifting away as y/n wanted to ask him what’s that one thing on his mind. but then the young man cleared his head. “anyways, have you got anyone on your mind?” he suddenly asked.

“uhh…” y/n raised her eyebrows. now’s your chance, y/n, do it. she fidgeted with her fingers in her lap. “yeah, there is one person.”

“tell me about it.” george urged. y/n was silent. “c'mon, it’s alright. you can trust me.”

“okay…” y/n trailed off. “there is a guy i’ve known for a while.” she started. “and i really like him a lot, he’s like the perfect one! he likes the same things i do, he sings nicely and oh my… i just really like him, i feel like it’s love i’m feeling.” y/n blushed slightly.

“sounds good to me.” george shrugged his shoulders, pretending to think nothing of it. “do i know him?”

“yes, you could say that.” y/n nodded and chuckled. “what about you? tell me about your… romances.” the girl smiled at george.

“alright, well…” george sighed and looked at the ceiling. “your ceiling’s black.” he stated.

“don’t change the subject, george.” y/n warned, but chuckled. “but yeah. there was a day i felt artistic and i just got some paint and did it.”

“do you regret it?”

“no. it’s not that big of a change in the house, so i guess i don’t really notice it.”

“it looks nice.” george admitted and then looked back at y/n. “i’ll tell you about this love of mine, don’t remind me.” y/n chuckled and brought ricken in her lap. “she’s…. she’s one of a kind. i don’t think you could find anyone that would be even similar to her. she’s one in a million, y/n, and i’m afraid she doesn’t acknowledge it. i barely see her lately. but i’m waiting for the right moment to tell her, yet… i feel like i shouldn’t because it would ruin our friendship.” george spoke and his eyes showed that he was drifting mentally away. y/n knew at that moment, she really knew it was her george was talking about. mary was absolutely right. “but i’m just me. i’m nothing special. well, i am something special, but i’m sure she would like to be with someone who could guarantee her an ordinary life. with me having this band business and all, i can’t guarantee anything to anyone. and i’m the same as every other guy, there’s nothing really special about me, except i can play guitar and sing, but… besides that, i don-”

whatever george could have said, y/n drowned down her lips. she had realised george was feeling the same way about her as she did about him, it was she who george was talking so passionately about. she surprised him by putting her lips on his in a sweet kiss as her hand was on his cheek.

george’s eyebrows raised at the action, but he didn’t protest. instead, his hand wrapped around y/n’s neck and disappeared in her bright hair, pulling her closer. he inhaled a huge breath and kissed her back, pressing himself against y/n’s delicate body and with her agreement, he softly pushed her down on the sofa. ricken quickly jumped off the furniture with a loud whine.

“y/n.” he said suddenly, pulling away and steadying himself above her. george got so caught up in the moment, he didn’t know what he was doing. he searched y/n’s face for anything, but he couldn’t read her for the bliss he was in. “i waited so long to do that.” george admitted. “but you like someone else, i-”

“it’s you, george.” y/n whispered. “i was talking about you.” she stated. “please kiss me again.” she sighed before george bent down and glided his lips against hers again. y/n put her arms around george’s neck, pulling him closer to her. his one hand was on y/n’s waist and the other was in her hair while their kisses grew more and more passionate. “i can’t breathe.” y/n suddenly said. she didn’t know if it was only because of the kissing or also the bliss she was feeling at the moment.

“was that your first kiss, love?” george asked, making y/n melt at the nickname. she nodded. “mine, too.”

“wasn’t it some girl from school? or was that only rumours?” y/n furrowed her eyebrows.

“what?” george asked, confused.

“oh, nothing.” y/n said, shaking her head. she tilted her chin up at george and smiled. “do you really… feel like that… about me?” she whispered.

george nodded slowly. “i waited so long,” he said, “i felt like i would die if i wasn’t by your side at moments. you make me feel so good when i’m with you, i feel like i’m alright and nothing’s wrong or worrying me. it’s like… there’s just the two of us. and everything’s okay and we’re in our own little word.” george spoke quietly. “i just can’t live without you. you’re like those little… drug pills to me. every time i say goodbye to you, i need you more and more.” his fingers traced softly along y/n’s jawbone as he spoke.

y/n almost cried at his words, but she only blushed and smiled slightly. “that’s so nice of you, geo.” she said quietly. “thank you.” her hand made its way on george’s cheek. “you’re the nicest person ever.”

george smiled and kissed y/n again. he grunted quietly. “i just feel so good around you.” he sighed. george’s eyes looked at y/n’s lips, then her cheek and then he finally found her eyes again. “are you okay? with this?” he suddenly asked.

y/n laughed quietly. “yes.” she replied. “yes, i am.” her head nodded with a smile on her lips. y/n couldn’t completely believe this was all happening, but she played along either way. “i’m so glad that you’re here with me.”

george only looked at y/n, trying to push the fact that he would be going away in a month’s time out of his mind. to enjoy the moment. to appreciate that he was there, with y/n. he was the closest to her he had always wanted, holding her and talking to her. and for once, he could speak to her with no boundaries and nothing holding him back.

“george?” y/n and george heard a voice coming from the direction of the front door. “are you in there?”

george sighed. “who’s out there?” y/n asked as they both sat up on the sofa. george chuckled.

“eh, those would be paul and ringo and john.” he replied.

there were a few bangs at the door. “george!” boomed a stronger voice. george sighed again.

“i guess i’ll have to go out there.” he spoke. y/n chuckled.

“i’ll come with.”

Goodbye *oblivate imagine*

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Info: one simple spell changes everything between you and Newt, leaving you feeling empty. Can old flames be ignited once more?

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Empty.

That’s all you felt.

Why?

You hadn’t a bloody clue.

You had become a silhouette, as if you walked from a photograph and left behind blackness.An ache that comes and goes, always returning in quiet moments. Although not knowing what has caused the upset within you, you feel as though someone ha became an absence in your life.

A certain aura remains, beautiful and strong, making the pain all the worse, keeping the feelings so raw. How could you miss something which you couldn’t even recall….

The only place you found peace at is the little cafe you worked at. The tiny café was huddled despondent among the huge city buildings. Washed out under the overcast sky, it hunched in itself, fighting against the drizzle. Unlike the outside, the interior of the café was warm and cheery, with bright lights and colourful walls.

Hundreds of people rushed by it, outside on the crowded street. The half a dozen customers glanced up as the door swung open, heralded by a blast of cold wind. The customers returned to their conversations as the door swung closed behind the new entrant and the cold breeze was forgotten. That’s when you saw him.

The same man which had been coming to the cafe everyday for the last couple on months. Messy auburn hair fell over his forehead, little freckles scattering his face. His tall frame effortlessly towering over yours, but what you never failed to notice was his eyes. His eyes were the glimmering color of emerald, sparkling in the light of the morning sun like a fresh sheen of morning dew. When he turned his head, they caught the light and played tricks with anything and everything that screamed ‘spring.’

He came most days always ordering just a coffee. Even though you had never personally served him before you always caught him sneaking glances at you. Today was no exception, as he sat alone at the table.

“Y/N can you get table 12 please?” Your boss Thomas asks you.

Lifting a notepad and pencil you made your way over to were the strange man is sitting, “hi can I get you anything Sir?” Your politely asked. Remaining professional was a task, as a little bit of you couldn’t help but this man attractive.

“Em-” he nervously cleared his throat, “Newton is fine, no need for Sir” he looked up giving you a warm smile, which could thaw ice.

“Well the usual I take it?” You tease him, watching his cheeks tint red. He didn’t realise you noticed him in here everyday.

“Eh yes just a coffee thank you” shyly he mumbled. God this man was just adorable- no stop Y/N, he’s a customer not a date.

“I’m more of a tea person”, you playfully joked writing down his order on the notepad.

I know” he whispered softly, the smile on his face turning sad, the green in his eyes becoming washed out.

“Pardon?” What did he mean, 'he knows’?

Startled the man abruptly snapped out of his solemn state, “Sorry, I s-shouldn’t of … I can’t do this….pardon me but I have to go”. He quickly stood up from the table, briskly walking out from the cafe. Hurt was hazed over his face, as though he were recalling painful memories.

Taken back a minute you replayed what had just happened in your head. Was it something you said? You’d only been polite to him..

Turning your attention back to the empty table, you saw the so called 'Newt’ had forgotten something, an old battered brown case lying beneath his seat. As you stared at the piece of luggage, an overwhelming feeling hit you. Almost as though an immense headache had just hit. Holding tightly onto the edge of the table, dizziness spelled over you, as you felt areas of your mind become unlocked. The emptiness you had felt for so long became filled. Only one man would own a suitcase like that.

You remembered.

Everything.

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*6 months ago*

You drifted in and out of consciousness, the world a blur in your half asleep state. The gentle hand running through your hair momentarily brought you back to the outside world, knowing the touch to be Newts. A content smile settled itself on your face as you stretched slightly in the comfort of the bed sheets.

Life was perfect. Whole even.

You tried to keep your eyes open, you really did but it became impossible. Soon, all you were aware of was the soft mattress underneath, the warmth of the sheets around you and Newt whispering sweet nothings in your ear. Your eyes drifted closed, blissfully unaware of what was going on around you.

Newt however stood over you, a crying mess. Why did things have to be this way? Why did he have to leave?

How lucky I am to have something that makes saying goodbye so hard”, Newt softly whispered, low enough so you wouldn’t stir.

Although quiet, his voice trembled slightly, still unprepared for what he was about to do. A tear drop lightly hit your arm but peacefully you slept on.

In the corner the room Newt’s one item of baggage sat readily waiting. Removing his wand from the pocket of his vintage blue coat, he took a deep breath.

This was it.

There was no going back. Tears flooded his eyes as he gave you one last loving look, leaving was never going to be easy when it was the only option he had. Deep down he knew the reason it hurt to say goodbye was because he’d never get to say hello again.

“Please..please forgive me” newt begged, his voice sounding broken.

Shakily raising his arm, he cast the one spell which would change everything

'Oblivate’

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*Back to the present*

Tampering with the locks you wanted to see if you were just imagining all this, but as the little 'muggle worthy’ tag popped out you knew the truth. (shown in gif)

Completely forgetting you still had your work apron tied tightly around your hip, you rushed out into the street, taking his case full of creatures with you.

“Newt, Newt?!?” You desperately called into the street. Oh merlin no. He’d already left, what if you never found him again?

The bad weather had scared most into staying off the streets, the echoes of your voice bouncing down the lane way. His vibrant blue coat stood out strongly among the dull grey buildings.

Newt turned on his heel, words unable to describe the shock plastered on his face. He helplessly looked in your eyes, hoping that this wasn’t jut some cruel joke. God knows it would break him if it was.

“Don’t you mean Newton?” he attempted to say blankly, testing if you really remembered. That this wasn’t just a dream. He wouldn’t allow himself to get hihopes up  quickly, just to have them shattered.

“No”, you smiled in euphoria, before panicking, “Newt…please I remember…” you desperately begged him, praying you weren’t crazy.

“Y/N” Newt cried engulfing you into a hug, your defences becoming paper, the rain masking his tears.

Before you can draw in the air your body needs you have melted into his form. You felt his firm torso and the heart that beats within. His hands folded around your back, drawing you in closer. Your body shook, crying for the missed time you will never make back, crying to release the tension of these 6 long months.

He pulled his head back and wiped the tears with a calloused finger, even this roughness brings more relief than your heart can hold. Running his hand through your hair, as if he couldn’t. He didn’t quite believe your not part of an almost forgotten dream. Leaning in towards you he gives you a kiss, sweet, gentle, and tastes of tears.

You wanted to speak but all you could do was croak, “Don’t go, not again.” His mouth painted a soft smile and he nodded once before folding you in his arms again. Pulling back from the hug your sniffles became weaker, “Why did you leave?”

“Y/N…please I didn’t mean to hurt you b-but I didn’t have a choice. You know the rules about muggle and wizard relationships…MACUSA was going to come after you if I didn’t do it myself, I never meant to hurt you”.

“Newt how was this not supposed to hurt me. You left. Not even giving me a proper goodbye, I would’ve left for England just to be with you…”

“That’s the point Y/N, I don’t want you throwing your life away for me. I’m not worth it. You’ve got a bright future here-”

“-Working in a bloody cafe isn’t a future Newt. Look what happened when you left! You were the only one who gave me adventure. Newt, you were the only stable thing in my life, I fell apart when you left and you knew that but left anyways. I would’ve happily gone to England with you”. You cut Newt off completely angry at his excuses. Him leaving ruined your future, not him staying.

 Newt, who looked completely heartbroken brought his gaze directly on yours. “Y/N love, I regretted that spell everyday for the last 6 months, the guilt bringing me back to you. I still love you Y/N”

The sincere look in Newt’s eyes made you believe every single word which spilled from his lips. You knew that look anywhere.

“I’m sorry that I can’t make up for the time we lost but only promise to do better in the future…

Please - just let me show you”

 

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