#(And he also doesn't work and Grills n' boys anymore)

[latteandjacks]

No idea what possessed me into finishing this

Some information about Father in the stars! With sketchy drawings!

Starting with the antagonists I have so far, which are Dexter, an oc you will meet soon, John(knee) and ill, Dave, Shot and Tan, a bitch, Jack and you already know

I'm yet to came up with enough courage to say what I'm planning for the rest of antagonists

Enjoy the rest of the info so far, I'll make more when 1 I finish the pride challenge I have neglected because jaja adhd and 2 I remember what other stuff was meant to be in these

[petra-creat0r]

AddiNames Round 2 (Yellow)

Now we do Yellow!

Once again, In Ish/The Puppet and the Real Boy, the Addisons (and Spamton) are around the same age and (at least in this friend group) they are not related. Though I do think Spamton is related to some of the Addisons. This Yellow is the youngest of the group, asides from Spamton, who is the youngest of all of them, Yellow being slightly older than him. He uses he/they pronouns

Name credits and More HCs under the cut!

Name credit time! Videon obviously comes from @brightgoat, (you seeing a pattern yet with where I'm getting these names?) Torrence comes from @colliholly's Yellow Addison and is a play on torrent. Circuit I actually got from one of @melerbytes's Orange Addisons, but felt it worked for Yellow pretty well. I also while Spree didn't make the cut, I got that name from Meler too. Flash is a fairly popular name, but I found it from @normalbirb's Yellow. Also though Boost didn't make the cut either, I feel I got it from somewhere, but I can't remember where. Radio I think I got from @rambler-in-limbo? They also have another Yellow Addison named Video too.

Yellow Addisons will advertise just about anything, though they often take on more... out there brands and advertisements. As well as like advertising more popular media. Their advertising approach often come in the form of video ads or big, flashy displays. While the Yellow Addison of this group doesn't advertise that much anymore, he used to have extremely bright and flashy marketing, and liked doing stunt videos as a form of advertising. This Yellow can also sometimes be found hanging our Orange's storefront and energetically yelling at people to by her designs.

This Yellow is the crack head of the group. They're very loud and energetic! Or... At least he used to be. While Yellow is still the same energetic and irresponsible Addison they used to be, after Spamton left, he stopped advertising as much. Rather opting to stay home, or even on occasion search for Spamton. Orange really being the only one who was ever able to get him to do any advertising or get out of the house. Yellow and Spamton were incredibly close, which left them heart broken after what happened. He still very much misses they're little bud and though he knows the other's mixed feelings and reasonings for not looking for Spam after the eviction, they still hold a bit of resentment that he's the only one even trying to look for him. In the end though, Yellow just wants things to go back to how they used to be. With everyone getting along and them spending the night at the Cyber Grill, instead of everyone still being upset or angry and him spending another night at the grill alone.

[brutal-llama]

Im curious, Bob and Sal work at the same place. How are they as co-workers when he's not trying to murder?

Bob doesn't actually work at Boys 'n Grills anymore so much as he shows up there and happens to find an employee he has actively tries and fails to kill. There is usually a lot of stalking going on which would be terrifying if Sal had a crumb of observational skills.

When Sal does notice him he is mistaken as the new delivery guy and he rolls with it to have unquestionable access to his old store.

Though on some occasion something familiar about being there comes to mind and he finds himself falling into old habits be it butchering people to serve or serving people meals.

While unintentional Bobs behavior benefits Sal and she in turn sees him as a real 'stand up fella!' and treats him to free meals whenever she notices he's around.

She also has 0 idea of who he actually or what the mysterious meat he brings really is which helps keep things friendly in the work place.

[dre6ming]

Holding on for dear life

“I stayed there” series- part VII

Masterlist

𓆩Part VI 𓆪 𓆩 Part VIII 𓆪

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Pairing: Austin Butler x fem reader

Warnings: fluff, angst, some cursing, suggestive language… hope that’s all

Plot: Austin takes you out on perfect date and it feels like the two of are finally on the same page, ready to listen to each other.

Word count: ~5000

I get home, finding Betty asleep on the couch. Slowly I shake her awake. She stirs a bit and protests, but eventually she rubs the sleep from her eyes and sits up, yawning. "Hi there sleepy" I say giggling and going to start the coffee machine. "Ah hello!" Betty waves at me. She comes to the kitchen aisle and sits on one of the bar stools, that got delivered some time yesterday, before Austin called. "So lover boy, called you drunk and you go to the rescue?" She asks. I place a cup of coffee in front of her and she takes it, saying 'thank you'. I sigh and sip my coffee. Even though last night was the best sleep I've had in a while, I still feel like I haven't completely woken up yet.

"What was I supposed to do? Hm?" Betty shrugs her shoulders, sipping her coffee. "Just make sure you move at your on pace!" She takes my hand and massages my wrist. I close my eyes, taking my coffee cup in hand and moving to sit on the couch. "We almost had sex." I say. Betty chokes on her coffee and she comes running to jump on the couch next to me, almost resulting in my coffee spilling. I place the cup on the table, just to avoid any accidents, as she grabs my shoulders, gently shaking me. I can't really read her face, but I know she's about to tell me exactly what she thinks. "What was that you just said?"

I blink a couple of times, trying to figure out if she really didn't hear or if she just wants to make sure she heard correct. "We almost had sex." I mumbled under my breath. My cheeks feel hot and I can imagine I look like a tomato. "Ok. Why almost? Who stopped?" I'm confused why does that matter? How is that gonna help me clear my head? Untying my hair and letting it fall on my shoulders, I nervously scratch my scalp. "He did. Why?" She looks like she's really analyzing the situation. I sweat with anxiety, what is she going to say? Is she going to be disappointed in me? Oh fuck I'm such a slob. "Good for him, he gets to keep his dick. For now!" She says with a devilish grin. I giggle a bit, knowingly full well that she might not be joking. "When did it happen? Was he drunk?" I shake my head. "It happened this morning, after he cooked us breakfast."

Betty puts some hair behind my ear and gives me a good look over. "You know, he really sounds nice, but honey it's easy to get swept away. I like that he sounds like his brain has some functioning neurons as well, but you need to make him work for you. The things he said to you when he was angry, they come for a colder, darker side of him, maybe he doesn't even know that side of himself, but it's there." I listen to her talk, she's right. Austin is nice and he is smart and sweet and loving, but he also knows how to be cruel. "But (y/n), no one is without a dark side, some people are just really good at hiding it. The fact that you've seen his could be a deal breaker, but it could also not be. You need to talk about that with him." Nodding I make a note to bring it up to him. We've been through too much to bullshit anymore. "Ok I'll go change and do some laundry." I say getting up and moving towards my bedroom.

"I'll make lunch and then you can tell me, how shopping with your mom went." I hear her say from the living room. I groan and fall on the bed, burying my face in the mattress. I stay like that until my lungs burn with the oxygen deprivation. Changing into a pair of pajamas, I start folding the laundry that I've been putting off for days now. Soon the smell of grilled chicken makes my stomach roar with hunger. Guess being in such a tumultuous situation with your ex increases your appetite. "Hey there master chef!" I joke sitting down at the table. "It looks amazing!" I say, as Betty sits down in front of me. "Thank you, I made some for Boots as well, no seasoning though, completely cat safe, I googled it."

Her smile is so bright, there's no stopping the one the appears on my face. "You love that cat too much." She scoffs and digs into her food. "So I spoke with the upstairs tenant, he's going to have the paperwork done by Monday, which gives me a week before we start work. It's perfect." I'm happy to hear that she'll be able to get the place so soon, but I kinda like her living with me, it's how it's been for years. "Hey, none of that, I'm only moving upstairs!" She says gesturing with her form at me, causing the piece of meat that she had stabbed with it, to fall. Boots is quick to come to the rescue and eats it in no time. "Better than a vacuum cleaner." I joke and we both laugh.

Over lunch I tell her all about my mom and how she told me to get rid of my cat. Betty of course comes to my defense and gives me another encouraging speech. Then we do the dishes together and she tells me that Emma, her girlfriend, arrives tomorrow and asks me to pick her up, so she can arrange the engagement. We make some more plans about tomorrow and then I go back to my room, to lay down a bit. My phone pings and I pick it up to read the text message.

"I'll pick you up at 6, dress casual, sneakers are recommended."

I giggle at Austin's text and quickly reply.

"Very well mister, I'll make sure to only wear sneakers ;)"

After I hit send, I break into a fit of laughter, than get up to rummage through my closet. I pick a loose pair of jeans and a tank top with a blue thin cardigan. Looking at the clock I see it's already 5pm, so I better get ready. Quickly getting dressed and braiding my hair in Dutch braids, I apply some orange flavored lip balm and a few sprays of perfume. Sitting down on the bed and dangling my feet over the edge, I pick up the phone. Austin texted me back a while ago, but I never answered.

"Don't make promises you can't keep princess."

The text reads and my heart rate picks up, but before I can type a reply, the knock on the door, makes me drop my phone. I pick the phone up from the floor, grab my bag and rush to the hallway. Betty opened the door and she's leaning on the door frame blocking Austin from coming in. I chuckle at image, of 5.4 feet tall Betty, blocking Austin and somehow looking taller than him. Austin's eyes land on me and brighten up. He offers me a huge smile. Betty turns around and walking up to my she grabs my arm to bring me close and whisper in my ear. "Enjoy your night" she slips something into my back pocket, giving my ass a squeeze. I yelp and she goes to the bedroom laughing at me. Shaking my head, I put my sneakers on and come up to Austin. "Hi!" He smiles down at me. Than he pulls from behind him, a huge bouquet of sunflowers. "Hi there!" I gasp and take the bouquet from him. Standing on my tiptoes I kiss his cheek. "My favorite, thank you!" As I go to put the flowers in some water, I see one of his hands go up to his face and touch the skin, my lips kissed.

"Ready?" He asks moving out of the way so I can walk out. I take in his image, his dressed in a pair of dark jeans and a white long sleeve top, he's handsome, with his laidback look and his ravished hair. "Yes!" I'm confident in my answer, I'm feeling more than confident. Somehow I feel alive? I don't know, it's like nothing has really brought me this type of energy in years. We get into his car and when I sit down, I remember about Betty, slipping something in my back pocket. I wiggle a bit in my seat and grab whatever she put in there. Austin notices me moving around and watches me as I hold up the condom, Betty gave me without me knowing.

I freeze and my face must be so red and embarrassed, that it causes Austin to laugh, clutching his stomach. Wiping the tears from his eyes, he calms down. Looking into his eyes I can see the pure joy and amusement, so I also laugh at the situation. "I don't know if that should scare me or encourage me." Confusion takes over me. "Scared?" He lets out a couple more giggles before answering. "She said that if I slept with you before you're 100% ready, she'll cut off my dick." It's my turn to break into hysterical laughter. "Oh I'd be scared, sucks to be you." I say.

He leans forward over the car console. "I want you to know, she's right though. I won't go there with you unless you're 100% sure it's what you want." He's eyes look into mine. I swallow and nod. One of his hands cups the side of my face. Austin touches our lips and we kiss. He's so warm and gentle, my stomach does backflips in my belly. He pulls away, brushing a hand through his hair and licking his lips. Fuck his sexy lip licking. “Orange. My favorite!" I blush. I still use the same lip balm as all those years ago and he always loved the taste of it. Opening my bag, I put the condom in, for safe keeping you know. And pull out my lip balm reapplying. He chuckles and starts the car, driving away.

"So where are we going?" I ask exited, but he shakes his head. "I'm not telling you, in fact, thanks for reminding me." He says, reaching over and opening the glove compartment to get out a sleep mask. "Put this on" I lift a brow at him, he can't be serious. "I'm serious!" He says demanding. I take it from him and put it over my eyes. "Ok Christian Grey!" I say laughing. "You know all these comments make it really hard for me to keep my cool." I giggle at his honest answer. "Hm than I guess in this instance I'm Christian Grey." I can't see him, but I hear the sigh leaving him. "Did you really watch those movies?" He asks and I shake my head, making him laugh.

"I read the books!" I say and he chokes on his laugh. "Of course you did." He says and I can hear the smile in his voice. For the rest of the ride he turns the radio in and sings along to whatever song is playing. I've always loved his voice and I used to have to beg him to sing for me, he was always too shy, but I guess playing Elvis changed that a bit. He's still shy about it, he's singing only a whisper, blending in with the radio, but I can still hear it. I'm lost in the moment of having him sing for me, that I don't even notice when the car stops, until he turns off the car. "Ok, keep the blindfold on, I'll come on your side to get you."

I listen for him getting out of the car, closing his door and walking around to my side. Austin opens my doors, bends over me to unbuckle my seatbelt and then helps me up. I can smell the salty water as soon as I'm out of the car, but we're not at the beach. His hands come up to hold my face. He brings me close and bending down, kisses me. Our lips dance over each other's, in a slow rhythm. My hands tangle in his hair, pulling at it, making him groan against my lips. That give me the leverage to explore his mouth with my tongue. Austin only lets me the the lead for a second and soon my back rests against his car. His hands lift the blindfold and he pulls away.

I open my eyes adjusting to the light again. We stay like this, me with my back against his car and hands in his hair and him towering over me, hands on either side of me against the car hood. "God you're evil." He says, placing a kiss at the base of my neck. Austin moves away so that I can take in the place. We are at the docks boats everywhere, but one in particular catches my eye. It's smaller and lit up, slow music coming from it. "Come on." He takes my hand and we walk up to the boat, a man dressed very fancy coming up. "Sir, good night and welcome !" He says, gesturing for us to get on.

I turn to Austin and look up at him. "You're taking me on a boat?" I say, but I must've not been very good at making a point I'm excited, because he asks me "Do you like it?" I nod my head and jump up to wrap my arms around his neck. "Yes I do, I love it in fact." I say peppering kisses on the side of his neck. He chuckles, pulling me off so that we can get on. He helps me up and then the nice man from earlier, walks us to the back of the boat. There a table is set up with two plates on it and a bottle of wine, next to the table in a corner is a nook, where pillows and blankets have been laid out. I smile at Austin. "Thank you!" I say and go to sit down.

After the food is served and we're left alone to enjoy the meal, we fall in a comfortable silence. Austin is the one to break it first. "You really like it?" I eat some of the food and I immediately recognize it as his famous beef casserole. "Mhmm you cooked for me?" I ask, his smile grows and he nods, blushing. "Yeah" he scratches the back of his head, cooking as always been his love language. "It's delicious." I say eating some more. He lets out a relieved laugh and starts eating as well.

"So when do you start the residency?" He ask drinking some water form his wine glass, he sticks to water since he's driving. "Um not this Monday, the one after. It's scary, I've been in a hospital before, but as a student you don't have even half of the responsibility of a resident ." He listens carefully. "And how long are you going to be a resident for?" He asks seeming genuinely interested. "Since I chose surgery, it's 7 years and then during my fellowship I'm basically a full doctor."

"That a long time." He says and I nod. Yeah I guess it is a long time, but despite it, I love it. "Yeah, it is, but I love it." Austin takes my hand and rubs the skin there, somehow this simple touch raises goosebumps all over. "You've got this, if anyone can do it, that's you!" He says reassuringly, lifting my hand off of the table and kissing it. "Thank you!" I say. "I never doubted you, I was just..." he paused a minute and I go still. "I thought you were trying to tell me that you didn't think I could get the role. I took out my insecurities on you. I should've never done that, but instead of learning my lesson, I did it again when we met on the beach" I move my hand, that's been resting in his, to caress his face. He closes his eyes, leaning into my touch. "Why?" I ask, and the pained expression on his face almost makes me regret asking, but I need to know.

My heart is throwing a goddamn rock concert in my chest and I can feel it's vibrations in all of my bones. "Because I saw you and I felt like only a day had passed since I saw you. I wanted to run up to you, kiss you, tell you I'm sorry. But then you lifted your eyes up from the book, you were reading 'The hunger games' again" we both share a laugh at the fact that yes I was rereading that book. "The look in your eyes brought me back to reality, it told me that three years had passed, not just one day and it told me that you still hurt. I spoke before I knew what I was saying. Asking you to coffee was a long shot." I smile at him, it was far more than a long shot, but it's nice to see that he's somehow aware of everything. "After we bumped into each other the next day, I knew I wasn't happy. I wasn't happy with who I had become." I get up from the table and he looks at me scared that I might walk away. Instead I go to sit on his lap, hugging him and resting my chin on top of his head.

Austin puts his head on my chest and lets out a chuckle. "Your heart is doing laps in there, baby!" The pet name only quickens my heart, butterflies coming alive in my belly. "I was hurting. I don't think I ever stopped, I tried, but nothing worked. I won't admit it to myself, but I came back to LA in hopes of seeing you." He lifts his head up and looks at me. "You found me!" He says. I drop my head and kiss him. Every time I kiss him feels different. Good different.

When we pull away, he picks me up and I let out a squeal. "Austin!" I say laughing. He sits down on the pillows laid in the nook, with me still on his lap. His hand runs up and down my back, while the other comes to lay on top of my heart. "I love this, your heart beating for me!" He says and taking his hand away he kisses the spot on top of my heart. He lingers there for a minute and I feel like I might die form how fast my heart goes.

Looking up at me, he's smirking, he knows exactly what he's doing. Smart bastard. He moves me to sit beside him and the waiter comes up with to plates. Bring them over to us he speaks. "We're ready for takeoff, we'll be sailing around till the night fall, we'll meet the shore again at midnight." Austin nods and says a quick 'thank you'. Looking at the plate in my hand I gasp. "You like it?" He asks, joy evident in his voice. "How could I not, I haven't had your famous grilled white peaches with amaretto in forever, if I didn't know any better I'd say you're trying to romance me Butler." I laugh taking a bite of the dessert and he pouts like a little kid. "That's exactly what I'm doing, but I must not be doing a good job, since you haven't figured it out yet." Shaking his head in disbelief he eats some o the dessert as well. I laugh at him, snorting, which causes him to laugh at me.

I blush like crazy and try to hide my face looking away, but using a finger he turns my head around. "Don't you dare hide those beautiful eyes from me, baby!" He says and I swallow hard. I hold his gaze until I feel us moving and notice the boat moving away from the shore. "Do you want to sail it?" He ask and I look at him shocked. "Me?" He nods his head, putting the plates aside, he gets up and brings me with him.

We walk inside and he takes me into the command room. "Hello sir, you think my friend here could try and sail for a minute?" He asks. The captain moves to the side and motions for me to come closer. I try to act like I didn't just get friend zoned and hurt by it. "Come on, I'll help you." Austin said. Putting his hands over mine he helps me sail. "How do you know how to do this?" I ask. "I took my boating license while I was in Australia filming." I smile and giggle, his head is resting on my shoulder and he speaks directly into my ear. "Hm looks like you are in fact a Christian Grey, so you also have a red room of pleasure at home, that I don't know of?" I ask teasingly, but quiet enough so that only he can hear me. "Oh wouldn't you like to know." He says kissing my neck.

The breath gets caught in my chest and I close my eyes, leaning into him. "Eyes at sea, captain!" He says and I quickly open my eyes, trying to compose myself. "Ok that's enough sailing, let's go back out there." He says patting my hip with one hand. "Thank you sir!" He says to the captain again and he leads me back out.

Sitting down we finish the dessert in silence. I can't stop thinking how the fact that he called me 'friend', ached in my chest. He seems to notice something's on my mind and taking the plate from my hand, he stacks it with his, putting them away to be taken away. "What's wrong?" He asks taking my hands in his, bringing them up to his lips, kissing every knuckle. "Nothing!" I shake my head and hope he leaves it at that. Embarrassed with the reason of my uneasiness. "Don't lie, please!" He begs, eyes pleading.

I sigh and move my eyes down. "I guess you calling me a friend rubbed me in a wrong way" I say trying to hide the tremble in my voice by clearing my throat. "I didn't know what else to call you" he responds and I only nod. It makes sense, because I wouldn't know what to call us either. He moves me on top of him, so I'm straddling his hips. Looking up at me, he bites his bottom lip, and I have to do the same to fight the moan threatening ti escape me. "What do you want me to call you, love?" He ask his hands resting on my hips. "I don't know."

"I don't want you to be my friend" he says. I don't know how to feel, but before I get to caught up in my head, he speaks again. "I want you to be more, but I can't rush you." Our foreheads collide and we breathe in sink with our eyes closed. My hands squeeze his shoulders and he lifts his chin up so I can kiss him. It soon turns into a hungry kiss, a battle of tongues, lips and teeth. We break apart to breath. His hand comes up to my face, his thumb walking over my bottom lip. "I want you to be more too" I say breathless and he lets out a pained chuckle. "I'm really trying to go slow here, (Y/n), but everything about you, it drives me crazy, I can't, I'm trying." Austin says breathing hard.

The grip he has on my hip, tightness and I shiver. Involuntarily my hips grind on his. Austin let's out a hiss and his other hand flies from my face to my hips, keeping me still. "God, I wish I didn't have to stop you." He says. "What if I don't want stop?" I whisper in his ear. I know it must be the wine, combined with the thrill of it all, but I want him. "That would be just fine, but I know you don't really want to go further. Give me at least a week, I told you, I want to make love to you, not just fuck you." He says hugging me close to his chest. "I'm sorry. I've just never felt like this, I don't know what's wrong with me." He chuckles stroking my head as I nuzzle my face in his neck. "There's nothing wrong with you, these are normal human needs and I promise to you, that if you really feel like I'm the one to be trusted with filling those needs, I'll do it the best I know how."

I brush my nose against the skin of his neck. "You're freezing baby!" He says reaching after a blanket to drape over us. "I don't feel cold, must be the wine!" I mumble, gluing my lips to his hot skin and it's not that a realize, I am in fact cold. The contrast between our temperature makes me nuzzle into him even further. His arm tighten around me and I've never felt this safe and warm, and loved. "Will you be my boyfriend?" I ask yawning, I guess I'm also tired, not just cold. I can feel him stop breathing and from where my head lays against his shoulder, I can hear his heart pick up. It makes me smile, knowing I’m not the only one with a weak heart. “You sure?” His voice is cautious and laced with a mixture of fear and hope.

“Dead serious, I think I’ve kept you on your toes for long enough” I say giggling. He says silent and in my sleepy state I’m fighting anxiety. What if I said it too soon, what if I just messed up?. “I’d love nothing more than to be your boyfriend, but you have to promise me something.” Austin says. Lifting my head up, I catch his eyes in mine. Even in the dark they are so beautiful and they dare to say the things he doesn’t. It’s always been like that, no matter how much he controls all his body when it comes to emotions, his eyes are never on his side. As they burn into my soul, my heart actually slows down. His hands come up to my face, framing it in his big palms. “If I ever hurt you again, you’ll let Betty cut off my dick.” His fighting a smile and I can’t help but laugh. “It’s a deal Butler!”

I hook my arms around his neck, bringing him in for another kiss. We’ve been kissing so much, I wonder how my lips still have feeling in them. I lay my head back on his shoulder and we stay like that. Quiet, calm, happy. Looking at the beautiful starry sky, his lips touch the shell of my ear and he starts singing softly. I recognize the song in a beat, he’s singing ’unchained melody’ for me. I can feel the warmth growing inside me, this is perfect, this moment right here is perfect.

Soon my heavy leads can no longer fight the sleep creeping up on me. I fall asleep in his arms, with him still singing to me, only now he’s moved on to singing ‘A thousand years’ my favorite love song.

When I wake up is still dark and he’s kissing my face awake. “There she is!” Austin smile at me and I rub the sleep from my eyes. “We’re almost at shore, I thought I should wake you up, though I would’ve happily carried you” I shake my head in disapproval, I don’t want him to carry me. Austin chuckles. “Yeah I thought so.” I laugh at the fact that he knows me so well.

Soon we are back at shore and we get up. Saying our thanks to the crew, Austin helps me off the boat. I the car he turns the heat all the way up. Thankful I melt into the leather seat of his car, making myself comfortable. “Would it be crazy if I wanted to see you again tomorrow?” He asks, driving away and resting his right hand on my thigh. “It wouldn’t be, but I’m busy. I have to wake up at 5am to go pick Emma, Betty’s girlfriend, from the airport. Then I have to spend the whole day with her, while Betty gets everything in place for the engagement. But the day after tomorrow I’m free” I explain.

We reach a red light and he turns his head to look at me. “It’s a date” he says smiling and I blush in the dark. “It’s a date” I agree.

When we get to my place, he insists to walk me up the stairs to my door. I unlock the door and step inside, leaving him on the other side. He gives me a quick peck on the lips and a tight hug, then with one last smile he says ‘good night’ and leaves.

Betty is asleep on the couch since it’s already 1am and I decide to take a quick shower and wash my hair, to have it sit nice tomorrow. I fall asleep as soon as my head touches the pillows and the dreams have me drunk on happiness. I can’t wait to see him again.

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[a-mended-pact]

Unsteady Keys: Chapter 6

Authors notes: This chapter is really short. I wasn't overly sure if this was a good stopping point or not for it. I also will not be posting the next couple of chapters for sometime. My messages and asks are always open.

Word count: 2,192

Part 5 Part 7

Warnings: I can't think of any for this exact chapter. If there is any please inform me.

Requests are open

I think her vision finally cleared because with the way her eyes flickered between Ethan and I. I knew one of us was in for a rude awakening and I certainly knew it wasn't me.

She moved before I could stop her and I winced at the impact of her palm to his face.  The sound of it echoed off the walls in the seemingly abandoned office. My wife wasn't thinking like a federal agent and how that just crossed too many lines. She was thinking as herself and that probably wasn't a good thing.

'He trusted you! He invited you to our wedding and you were involved in kidnapping him!?! I can't believe this! You bastard! Why are you not in a holding cell?! Better yet, why are you not in an interrogation room!?' She was vibrating in my grasp as her voice got louder and louder. She was no longer filled with the overwhelming emotions she was dealing with earlier; she's now just one big bundle of rage.

I should be trying to stop her. I really should but it was so rare when she let her emotions get the better of her that I didn't wanna stop her. I was sorta enjoying it. That is until she turned to me and glared. 

She shook with anger as she looked at me. Like a small puppy trying to hold in a bark. The longer she stared the more she shaked. She was trying to control herself. One of her rules that she made of her own choice was that she'd never yell at me. I told her how preposterous that was. Sometimes I deserve to get yelled at. 

The rule was made due to past trauma of hers that definitely doesn't need to be brought up or discussed in front of Ethan.  He didn't need anymore ammo to use against us. I'm not sure that he would but I couldn't take any chances.  Not anymore then I already have anyway.

I had enough time to catch Ethan's gaze before I watched my wife storm out of Morgan's old office.

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I paced around the bullpen until Tara told me if I didn't stop I was gonna leave a tread mark in the carpet.  I couldn't help but laugh. I sounded exhausted. I felt dead on my feet but I couldn't close my eyes. I knew that if I did all I would see was Spencer being hurt and tortured.  Me being right there only to have him look at me like I meant nothing to him. Like I was nothing.  Maybe I was but right now wasn't the time to dwell on that thought. 

I looked at her and then at the board of all the victims.  'Do you think it's possible that what Reid said is true? That Ethan didn't have a choice? That Ethan isn't fully in on it? They were kidnapping and killing victims that look like me for Christ sake.' I turned away from the board and through my hands up in frustration before I let them fall to my sides. 'Is Lindsey Vaughn even in on this? We have an eye witness identifying Ethan and here he is walking about as a free man. All because he has Genius in there believing he is innocent!' I could feel my aggravation getting the better of me again.

My palm still stung from the slap I gave him earlier.  I knew it wasn't protocol but I didn't care. He deserved it. All I wanted to do was scream. It wasn't fair. God I needed to sleep. I glanced at the analog clock on the wall. I've officially been up for 4 days now. Which honestly wasn't anything overly new. If I didn't take my medication regularly even without everything going in sleep would still eluded me. Insomnia is definitely a cunt. My mind never knew how to shut off.  Playing records of things I didn't want to see or hear. It had been 4 days since a proper meal. I began to wonder when someone would notice and tell Emily to send me home. 

A part of me hoped someone did another part just wanted to close this case and arrest all those involved. I was sick of Cat always having the upper hand on us in this case. I ran my hands over my face and sighed. I think it's time for a wake up call for our sleeping kitten.

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When I came into view of Cat Adam's I saw that Spencer was already in there grilling her about what she'd done to Ethan.  Asking if Lindsey was the true unsub all along. He was making assumptions completely based off the fact that he knew Ethan. I understood truly I did but he was being biased he can't seriously excuse that his college friend was a kidnapper. Whether being manipulated and played like a puppet on strings he was still a kidnapper and the victims deserved proper justice. 

'So you're telling me that you're not the one behind this really Cathrine? I doubt that. I really do. He has photos of me in Mexico.  Drugged laying next to Nadie Ramos dead! Don't tell me you had nothing to do with this and it was all just Lindsey!' His voice was nearly ruptured the speaker when I turned it on. He was so loud. He was so angry that I myself flinched. I don't see how she could just sit there looking at him unfazed as if this was normal for him.

I watched as she leaned forward making herself look like a viper ready to strike. 

'Spencie If I knew Ethan being evolved would have you so worked up I would have done it sooner.' She smiled at him. 'I however did not plan on you being taken. You being apart of it like that wasn't part of the plan.' She leaned her head on her hand.  That's when I realized he had taken off her restraints.  What was he doing?

'My only goal was to make you squirm in discomfort as your precious wife went missing. With the chance of her being another victim on the side of the road. Ya know I don't go for the throat Baby boy.  I go for the mind.' She laughed as she swiped his hair out of his face. He let her. 

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I was furious with everything that had happened.  Ethan being evolved I almost through me off the edge. Then her saying that the goal was for it to be Y/n and not me made me see red. I needed to remind myself that I needed to remain calm. If I didn't I wouldn't get anything out of her besides her lust filled obsession of me being angry with her. 

To be honest I did think about playing into her desire for me. It would have been an easy choice. A simple one. I could have gotten away with it if it wasn't for the fact that my wife was already upset with me. 

I didn't mean to do it but I did end up leaning into Cat's touch when she moved my hair out of my face. I was disgusted with myself.  I was a better man than this. Yet here I was mesmerized by her eyes as they watched me with the curiosity of a wolf preying on sheep. Only I was a wolf in sheep's clothing.  

How easy it would be to deduce Cat Adams into nothing but statistics and profiling. She wanted to have me squirm in misery but It would be so easy to have her broken and on her knees for me.

I pulled away immediately once I realized what I had done. 'You are threatening a federal agent not to mention you are an accomplice to what happened. Even if I wasn't the target. You still knew who took me and who else was involved and you still chose silence. '

A smirk formed on my face as I moved my chair closer to her. Pulling it around the metal table and on her side of it. I leaned in really close to her ear. To be fair I had no idea if anyone was watching or listening but I wasn't about to take anymore chances. 

I gently moved her hair behind her ear as I leaned in closer to whisper. 'If anything would have happened to my wife or Ethan I would certainly be the one in an orange jumpsuit.' My hand slipped up to her throat not squeezing hard but with enough pressure to remind her of the time I had been this close to her last. 'I would watch the life drain from you and sleep well. I know how much you love when people see the resemblance between you and I.' My hand tightened before I slung it off her with such force she wobbled a little in her chair. 

Cat watched me with her pupils dilated as she gently caressed the redding skin where my hand had been. 'If I didn't know any better Spencie I think you just like touching me.' The way she panted as she watched me made my skin crawl. I hated myself for thinking she was such an attractive specimen of a human being. Her mind intrigued me more than anyone I have ever met.

I wanted to pick apart her psyche. I wanted to know what made her tick. Besides her abandonment issues and lack of empathy because she was never shown any kindness a day in her life. Even if she was shown some form of kindness I'm sure she didn't know what to do with it. She probably shut herself down from it. Most likely abused by someone in her life. She was just like every other unsub so why did I crave her so much more.

I couldn't figure out my attraction to her after all these years. Sure she held a very natural beauty to her but she was nothing compare to Y/n who could strut around her hair a mess and stains on her clothes and still pull me in as if she were the gravity holding me to this earth.

I realized then one of my biggest mistakes of the last few days as my wife walked in leaning herself against the wall with her arms crossed. I could tell the moment I walked into the bureau that she hadn't been sleeping. I also knew from her mental state that she in fact hadn't been taking her medication.  

I sighed more at myself than to her. 'Love you shouldn't be in here. If anything you should be at home resting and taking care of yourself.' I turned to lock eyes with her only she wasn't looking at me. She was looking at Cat Adams. 

'You know it's been a couple of hours since you and I spoke. I was hoping you'd be willing to share some info but I see you've been busy.' As she spoke her eyes never left Cat. 

I was surprised to watch the manipulative woman squirm under anyone's gaze. 'So here's the thing Catherine. I'm done playing nice and pretending like I'm not steps ahead of you already.' 

My wife strutted to her, swaying her hips from side to side in a confident manner.  I was intrigued by what she meant but chose to keep my lips sealed. 'The truth is. You lost control over Lindsey the moment you didn't want to hurt your precious Spencie and she didn't like that fact. She was in love with you and you betrayed her by trying to keep the federal agent she hated safe. The moment you brought Ethan in and had him take women that looked like me was the moment you fully and completely lost control over her. By then she knew you would never truly hurt or kill Spencer because rather you understand it or not the desire you have was never to kill him. All you want is his precious attention to never leave you. Simply because you’ve never had anyone show you their undivided focus until he showed up.’ My eyes widened. I kept my head down as I listened. Clearly my wife was done playing by the original rules of Cat’s game. It was always mental but right now my wife was aiming for the verbal killing strike. I glanced up and I could see her eyes hold unshed tears as she sneered at Y/n.

‘It’s funny that you don’t even understand the reasoning you are so infatuated with the idea of Reid. You've never had a man show you attention that didn't want to use you. Spencer came into your life showing you with respect and you didn't know how to handle it because you didn't know what that felt like. It's a shame really. ' 

Y/n kept her face calm but I could see the blood dripping from her palms as her nails dug into them. She was deeply upset right now. I doubt she even noticed she was doing it.

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highschool sweethearts

➵ pairing: jun x reader

➵ genre: fluff, slight angst but it gets better!

➵ warnings: none 

➵ a/n: whew it’s been a while again huh! this one is for all my junhui stans i realised i don’t have much in my masterlist for this angel. enjoy and let me know what you think of it my lovies <3

you walk onto campus right as the bell rings signalling the start of class so you find yourself scrambling to check your timetable. even after an entire semester you still hadn't learnt the damn schedule by heart even after the many times jun had nagged at you to do so. 

once you confirm which lesson you have with the piece of paper you fast walk through the crowd of students to make it to the other side of the campus. you were tired but managed to make it only three minutes late.

jun waits in class looking at the door every few moments anticipating your entrance, he already knew you would be late because you spent more time awake perfecting your assignments instead of sleeping a healthy amount of hours each night.

he watches you catch your breath at the door before quickly throwing your teacher an apology as you stumbled to your desk beside him, wasting no time in putting your bag down beside your chair and leaning your head down onto your arms on the desk. jun frowns at this, peaking at the teacher currently going on with her lesson before poking you with his pen.

“what was that for?” you hiss, turning your head slightly to look at him.

“are you not going to take notes?” he whispers back to which you groan internally. of course you had to take notes for this lesson as it was important but the one hour of sleep you got was your enemy so taking a nap through the lesson was your only priority.

“jun, i'm tired, i'll get the notes off you later.” you say with a hopeful look and jun only frowns at this again before nodding with soft eyes.

you mouth a quick thank you before attempting to travel back to dreamland. jun looks at your hunched figure, worried you would be uncomfortable, which you were, but sleeping in a classroom is never convenient now.

he takes notes for you and him, taking more than usual because he knows how precise you like your notes to be in addition to doing the work set by the teacher, making sure he took two sheets one for you to do later.

“miss y/n!” 

jun jumps quickly looking to his side to see you flinch as you lifted your head off from the desk.

“are you seriously sleeping in my lesson even after you were late?” she exclaims with a look of unbelief on her face. 

you sigh, not wanting to be rude so you could only apologise seeing as you were technically in the wrong.

“sorry, miss” you say quietly, holding onto the end of your desk nervously.

“i’ll see you in detention after school, y/n.” she speaks sternly pointing a finger at you in which jun rolled his eyes whereas you nodded letting the woman go back to teaching.

“i didn't even get to sleep for that long, that annoying witch.” you spit spitefully glaring at your teacher.

“your fault for not sleeping during the night.” 

you roll your eyes at jun’s comment, opening up your own notebook and lazily scribbling a few notes for the rest of the lesson making the other laugh at your untidy notes that he knew for a fact you would complain about later because everything in your life had a certain order to it even if you’d hate to admit it.

when the end to the school day comes around you groan at the sound of the bell because it only notified you of the detention waiting for you. you were tired and just wanted to go home for some well needed sleep after the rough day you had but the universe had other plans for you apparently.

you somewhat manage to drag yourself out of the classroom behind the students that had rushed out seconds ago, to your surprise jun is waiting for you greeting you with a big smile as he walks over to you from the wall he had been leaning against.

“why haven't you gone home, i have detention today remember?” you ask lugging on your backpack onto your back until jun takes it and puts the strap over his free shoulder.

“i’ll join you in detention. i kinda don't want to be alone” he smiles facing forward as you look at him in confusion.

“who the hell goes to detention willingly”

“i would for you.” he says nonchalantly and his words make you blush slightly as you thank the gods above he wasn't looking at you but much to your dismay jun already knew the effects of his words on you.

“you can't just say stuff like that jun” you roll your eyes, cheeks still red while pulling your bag away from the others grip as you walk into detention with him following you closely.

“y/n, i'm surprised you showed up.” your teacher remarks as rudely as she could.

not surprised she expected the worst from you as usual, you mumbled a quick “yeah me too” under your breath before sitting down at the desk furthest away from the teachers.

“jun? how come you’re here too?” she asks and you look up at the boy who already had his gaze on you.

“didn't want to leave y/n alone.” he shrugs. your teacher shook her head at both of you before turning back to the computer screen.

“jun seriously just go.” you hiss at the boy currently sat there making paper planes.

“i'm not leaving you here alone, that's boring and you know it.” he whispers in response with a wink shutting you up because truthfully you would be more bored with jun not present in the room since he always carried some sort of crazy energy around with him.

so the two of you sit in detention talking by passing notes after being shushed numerous times and also being threatened to get kicked out which made you laugh a bit. when the two of you finally finished the full forty five minutes of detention you both left the classroom laughing.

“see! me being there made it a hundred times more fun you just don't wanna admit it y/n.” he laughed nudging you.

“fine, i'll admit it, i think i would've died under that old bat's glare if you weren't there.” you roll your eyes jokingly not wanting to boost his ego anymore than it had already been by himself.

“wanna go get some food now?” 

you nod and he takes a hold of your hand dragging you over to the little cafe by the school, a place you two would rinse out on the daily with how much you came in for a little snack or sometimes a whole meal.

you look down at your hand that was now in jun’s, eyes wide as you look back up to him with the same expression. he seemed unaffected so the best you could do was fan away the warmth from your cheeks. 

“what the hell” your mind raced with thoughts at the same pace as your heart now.

once the two of you are sitting down at your usual booth your mind goes everywhere but that exact moment in time and it doesn't take that long to notice.

“y/n?” he waves a hand in front of your face pulling you out your daze.

“huh?” 

“you were kinda out of it but anyways what do you wanna eat? it's on me?”

“no no it's okay i’ll pay” you object to getting up but jun pulls you back to your seat.

“just tell me what you want” he sighs brushing his hand through his hair “you’re being weird anyways we’ll talk in a second”

“the usual i guess.” you mutter knowing the boy will figure out your idea of usual which always consisted of a strawberry milkshake and a grilled cheese sandwich. lots of dairy and he always complained about your crazy dairy intake but this time without a comment he walked off to order.

until he came back you took this time to compose yourself almost worried about what you two would speak about. 

“now can you please explain why you’re being so weird” jun practically begs

“i'm not being weird, you are.” 

“how?” he retorts

“you agreed to take my notes for me, you came to my detention and you paid for my food. weird.”

“how about the part where i held your hand?” he questions casually, taking a sip of his own drink

“huh?”

“isn't me holding your hand weird too or did you enjoy that?” he smirks as your expression changes as well as the colour of your cheeks.

“shut up” you spit. you were in denial whether you liked it or not?

“fine” jun sighs but his face lights up as another idea comes to his head. “do you wanna go out this saturday?”

“why?”

“mmm why not? it can be a date.” he hums

“jun we’re friends, w-why would we go on a date?” your voice comes out in a slight stutter causing you to mentally facepalm.

“you’re right, why would we go on a date?” he answers harshly before going back to his meal. 

the two of you ate silently for the rest of your meal, you occasionally glanced at jun but his eyes were everywhere except on you.

he finished first and wasted no time in getting up and mumbling a quick bye before walking away, you stumbled to your feet grabbing your bag and going after the boy despite not finishing your food, other customers looked at you fast walk your way out.

“jun wait up” you call out but he doesnt turn around and just keeps walking in a direction that wasn't even the way to his house.

“jun.” you call out one last time once you reach him and grab his arms to turn him around.

“why did you just walk off? did i say something wrong?” you speak with clear worry in your tone.

“y/n tell me something.” 

you nod waiting for him to continue.

“do you like me?” he asks, a serious look on his face that you weren't at all used to. a lot of the time the two of you would joke around about anything except a goofy smile would be plastered on his face but this time you knew he was serious.

“i don’t know.” your voice came out small.

“then forget it y/n it's fine. i’ll just see you to-”

“but i'm willing to find out jun, i'm just confused like you start acting this way out of nowhere and i don’t hate it but i'm not sure either.” you look up and meet his eyes that were softening as they also met your soft ones.

“then let me take you out on saturday.” he softly whispers, stepping closer to you.

“okay fine. but i choose where we go.”

“you got it” he promises with a chuckle, reaching to hold your hand again and turning around. “until then, i'm allowed to do this right?” he asks with a cheeky smile swinging your intertwined hands back and forth making you laugh.

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Stark's Don't Suck

I wrote this on my old blog; but I wanted to post it here. I also changed a couple of things.

Tony Stark x Daughter!Reader

Warnings: maybe language

Word Count: A little over 500 I think

Y/n bobs her head to the beat of the music as she works on her homework, not hearing the rapid knocking on her bedroom door. 

Y/n keeps bobbing her head even though the music stops and is replaced with Jarvis’ voice.

"Miss Y/n, please unlock the door for your father. Sir is rather impatient at the moment.”

Y/n rolls her eyes. Of course Tony would use Jarvis against his own daughter. 

Y/n's only ignored Jarvis once; when her mom died. The AI asked the twelve year old to come out of hiding inside the vents; and when she wouldn’t listen, Tony called Clint and he climbed through the vents until he found his daughter.

"I’m trying to do homework, Dad!” Y/n yells, facing the locked door. “Can’t you come back later when I’m not busy?”

"I need to talk to you,Y/n. I’m about to leave for a few days.”

Y/n jumps up at that, unlocking the door and swinging it open; but she doesn't invite Tony in. “Where are you going? Is the team going? Just a few or all of them? Is Pepper going to stay with me or are you guys even talking? If she can’t, who-“

Tony raises an eyebrow in amusement. “Can I come in?” He asks, interrupting his daughter's grilling.

She shrugs, her nostrils flaring with frustration. “Only if you answer my questions.”

Tony snorts; shoves her to the side and waltzes right in. “I can’t tell you. Yes. All of us. Yes, she is staying and yes, she and I are together.”

He plops in the desk chair, glancing at her homework. “Mine turn.” He turns around so he can face his daughter who is now standing with her arms crossed. “Why is your door locked, and what the hell kind of music are you listening to?”

Y/n's eyes narrow. “My door is locked because it’s the only way to get you to knock. I’m not twelve anymore, Dad. I’m sixteen. Having a little privacy will slightly increase the chances of me getting into trouble.”

When Tony opens his mouth, Y/n cuts him off with a raised eyebrow. “Not allowing your teenager to have some privacy will increase the chances of trouble by double.”

“You made that up.” Tony accuses.

“Oh I bet you it’s out there somewhere."

"Jarvis?"

"Miss Stark is correct, Sir."

Y/n smirks at that. She drops the smirk, her eyes softening. "Dad, it’s a locked door. If you start knocking, I won’t lock it. Deal?”

Tony doesn't want to fight with his daughter. Besides she's not seeing any boys, so it's no big deal. Right? He sighs, giving in.“Deal.”

Y/n smiles, happy that went smoothly. “So when do you leave?”

“Now, team’s waiting.”

Her eyes widen with excitement. “Are they here? Can I say bye?”

Tony chuckles, nodding his head.

As the two Starks start walking down the hall, Y/n remembers what Tony said about her music. “Let’s just get one thing clear. My music is awesome.”

“I think not, my child. Your music sucks.”

“You suck, get over it.” 

Tony gapes at his daughter in disbelief. "I don't suck! I'm Tony Stark, you peasant!"

Y/n laughs. "Your face. Oh man, that was priceless!"

"Ha, ha. You're hilarious." Tony grumbles.

"Well, I am a Stark. We're known for our humor."

"Damn right you are." Tony states as he wraps an arm around her shoulders.

Y/n smiles. Her smile quickly widens when she sees the rest of her family. She runs towards them, happy to be able to see them before they leave.

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connected | kai parker

Guess who's back?? Btw I'm sorry for the format, Tumblr doesn't allow me to make paragraphs anymore?? Idk why but everytime I post it with paragraphs they're suddenly gone 🤷‍♀️

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In which y/n sees Kai in her dreams.

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“That was a good one!”, y/n laughed.

The young woman was sitting at the table in the kitchen of some house somewhere in Virginia. At least Kai said so.

Said man was sitting in front of her, they were playing some game but he had interrupted it by his corny jokes.

“So what are you up to today?”, y/n asked after her laughter had quieted down.

“Hm, we'll see”, Kai stated, pouring himself a glass of water. “Probably going to watch some TV, steal something from the store down the street. The usual for living alone in a world.”

Y/n sighed, grabbing his hand and squeezing it. “I wish I could be there for you. Be here.” She looked around the room, around this small piece of Kai's prison world she was in.

“Oh, don't you worry! I'm just going to wait till you go to sleep again.”

Y/n chuckled dryly, scratching her fingernail over the table.

“Yes, I know, but I just-”, she stopped abruptly.

Y/n felt the strange pull in her stomach, that weird feeling she still hasn't fully become comfortable with after all these years.

“Is it already time?”, Kai asked, standing up and swiftly walking towards the woman.

Y/n nodded, gripping his arms as her legs grew weak. “I frigging hate this feeling.”

Kai chuckled, holding her waist with one hand.

“See you tomorrow”, he said, gently caressing her cheek with his free hand.

Y/n felt her face grow hot, he was so close to her and he smelled so good and-

“See you tomorrow”, she whispered and then she was gone. Disappearing into thin air.

Y/n groaned annoyed as she stopped the ringing of her alarm. 7 am.

Kicking away her blanket, the young woman pulled the ring on her necklace to the front.

It always fell to the back when she was sleeping.

Turning the ring around in her hand, y/n thought of Kai.

The ring had been his once. All those years ago before he was put into this prison world.

Y/n's grandma had found it in the woods in Portland, where Kai had lost it in the night of his imprisonment.

The ring was her gift from her grandmother at her 14th birthday. And also the reason for her dreams. Or whatever they were. They started a few days after her birthday and just never stopped. At first y/n was scared out of her mind of this strange young man in her dreams, living completely alone in the world and being so incredibly rude too. But after some troubles they really got to know each other and y/n Kai became friends, somehow.

She thought she was crazy when she was younger and she still did, sometimes. But she just couldn't believe that her mind could make up such a realistic person. Y/n never told anyone about her dreams though. Not her family nor her friends, she knew better than to try it, she had watched supernatural movies after all.

Letting the necklace go she stood up, making herself ready for work.

“Elena! How are you?”, y/n exclaimed as she saw the Gilbert sitting in the Grill.

Y/n worked there in the summer to pay off her student loans, just as a few other of her friends.

“I'm fine”, Elena snapped. Wowie, y/n thought, someone was in a bad mood right now.

Elena's gaze softened and she turned to the other young woman. “I'm sorry, y/n. It's just-”

“It's just that Damon and Bonnie are still gone?”, y/n interrupted, she might not be one of Elena's best friends but they got along more than good and so y/n knew about the absence of Elena's boyfriend and her best friend. Even though y/n didn't exactly knew everything.

“Well, Damon's back”, Elena stated. “I'm actually meeting with him here, but Bonnie's still… away.”

The way Elena's said ‘away’ made y/n frown. Bonnie wasn't missing, was she? No, if she really was missing, y/n would know. All of Mystic Falls would know.

“Well I hope she comes home soon”, y/n said, smiling brightly and said goodbye.

On her way to the bar she saw Damon and waved, a small grin forming on his normally frowning face.

After a long day at the Grill and with her friends and studies, y/n was more than happy to change out of her clothes and fall on her bed. Looking at her clock, she saw that it was already 10 pm.

Snuggling into her blankets she clutched her fingers around Kai's ring and fell asleep.

There was the feeling of falling and then suddenly she stood in the same house as last night, the sunlight bathing the dark room in bronze colors.

Turning around, y/n couldn't spot Kai. Hm, normally she would just appear in the same room as him, where was he?

“Kai?”, she shouted, walking into the hall. No answer.

“Malachai? Where are you?”, still no answer.

Without a warning the front door opened, nearly knocking y/n off her feet.

“Hey!”, she cried out taken aback, stepping back a few steps.

“Y/n? What are you already doing here?”, Kai snapped, glancing behind him. What the hell?

“Wow, Kai. I'm happy to see you too”, y/n snarled, putting her hand on her hip and looking at him suspiciously.

“You can't be here right now”, Kai growled, slamming his hand against his head.

Y/n flinched, grabbing his hand and hiding them tightly.

Kai always had the habit of punching his head and everything when something was with her, as if that would make y/n disappear. Because even though they knew each other for years now, Kai still thought that she was just a hallucination, a way of making him feel better in this lonely hell.

“Hey, Kai. Kai!”, she shouted, catching his attention. “You know I hate it when you do that”, she said quietly, her eyes sad. It hurt her so much, when she saw him in pain.

“Kai? Who are you talking too?”, a feminine voice said, standing behind the door. Before y/n could react the woman walked into the hall, looking at Kai and then at her.

Y/n knew the woman. It was-

“Bonnie?”

“Y/n?!“

Gasping y/n sat up in her bed. Fuck, her head hurt. In all these years of having these dreams she never had left them this abruptly, being more like pushed out of them than slowly pulled out.

What the hell happened?

She saw Bonnie and then she suddenly woke up. Oh God, Bonnie! Her shirt had been full of blood and she'd looked like hell. And most importantly she had been in Kai's prison world. Kai had told her that he was there because of murdering his family (with which y/n was still not comfortable with), so what had Bonnie done to get imprisoned there?

Or was she accidentally there?

Glancing at her clock, y/n saw that it was only midnight yet. Not too late to hit up Elena.

Standing in front of the massive Salvatore mansion, y/n snuggled more into her warm jacket and ringed the bell.

She had picked up Elena here a few weeks ago, the two of them wanting to go shopping with Caroline.

Now she was waiting for someone to open up, Elena or one of the Salvatores, she didn't care.

The door opened and y/n saw Damon, looking annoyed at her with an open shirt. Apparently y/n interrupted Elena's and Damon's sexy time.

Y/n smiled shyly. “I'm sorry to disturb you, but I have to talk to Elena.”

The vampire looked at her sceptically.

“It's about Bonnie.”

“So you saw her in your dreams?”, Elena asked slowly.

Y/n nodded slightly, maybe it wasn't the best idea, now they probably did think she was mental.

“And in your dreams you are in a prison world with Kai?”

Y/n nodded again.

“How do you know that psycho-boy?”, Damon looked at her closely.

“Psycho-boy? Do you know him?”, y/n asked surprised, turning to him.

“I was in that prison world with him for months. I only escaped alone because your murder-boyfriend shot Bonnie in the stomach!”, the man spat, his face furious.

Y/n gaped at him. “No, he- he wouldn't do that”, the woman whispered, then cringing.

“Well, he did kill his family, so… “, Elena mumbled and y/n frowned. She was right, though.

“How do we get her out of there?”, Damon asked annoyed.

“Well-”, y/n interrupted Elena. “What do you mean ‘her’? We have to get both of them out of there!”

“Oh no, no, no, no, no”, Damon laughed pouring himself a glass of bourbon.

“We won't help that psycho-murderer get out of there!”

“But-”

“No!”

Y/n frowned deeply.

“Well, I don't know how to get anyone out of there”, y/n snapped, “so I'll get going.”

She stood up, taking her coat from the couch.

“You may not know a way but you can help us with the witchy-woo”, Damon said.

Y/n turned around to the two of them. “Witchy-woo?”, she asked.

“Well yeah, or whatever you witches call your magic.”

“Damon, I don't think-”

“You- you think I'm a witch?”, y/n spluttered.

Damon nodded confused. Elena rubbed her temples.

“I'm not a witch!”, y/n laughed hysterically, “We're not in some kind of fairy tale!”

“Y/n, you have to have realized that these dreams aren't normal”, Elena said in a soft voice. “They're pretty common for witches.”

“I mean, of course I know that it's not normal, but I'm not--I'm not a witch.”

Y/n shook her head vehemently. “If I'm a witch, what are you? Vampires?”

Elena and Damon went silent, looking at each other.

“Oh, you've got to be kidding me”, y/n groaned, having to sit down again. “I'm in a damn Twilight fanfiction.”

It had been a week now since y/n found out about the supernatural world. And her probably being a witch. They couldn't confirm it yet, y/n couldn't actually use her ‘magic’ specifically but Elena and Damon and all the other vampires, y/n had met this week (well she did already know them, she just never knew that they weren't human) were sure that was a witch.

God, it felt so weird, saying that. Her, a witch.

There's also been another weird thing. In this whole week y/n had never dreamed of Kai. Not once. Sleeping, actually sleeping and not spending time with Kai, was strange for her.

It was like he didn't want her there, with him. As if he pushed her away.

Y/n awoke, in the middle of the night again, she had slept, like a normal human being but it felt wrong.

She grabbed the ring, thumbing it around.

“Kai, please, let me in”, she whispered, near tears. She couldn't sleep and not being able to dream of him, to be with him with her visions, she didn't just feel like she couldn't relax she felt like she had lost her best friend.

Crying out, y/n pulled off her necklace, throwing it into her room.

She couldn't sleep that night.

A few weeks later, y/n was walking home from the Salvatores, having spend the whole day trying to find a way to use her powers, as she saw a man standing on her front pouch.

“Can I help you?”, she shouted, pulling her keys out of her jacket.

The man turned around and y/n let go of her keys, clanking down to the ground.

That tall frame, dark hair, these dark intense eyes. Malachai Parker.

Y/n gasped, looking at him shocked.

Kai smiled. “Hello, love.”

The young woman cried out, letting her bag fall to the ground and running towards him.

He laughed deeply as she threw her arms around of him, picking her up. Her legs wrapping around his waist.

Kai sighed, burying his face into her hair.

“Why! Why would you keep me out? I was so worried, I thought- I-”, y/n sobbed, clutching his back.

“I'm sorry, I'm sorry”, Kai mumbled, squeezing her thigh.

She looked at him, into these deep brown eyes. God, they were shining and so full of emotion. Her smooth hands stroked his jaw, up to his hair, pushing some strands back. He was so handsome and he was here.

“I can't believe you're here”, she whispered, fingernails lightly scratching his neck.

He nodded, his nose nearly touching hers.

Suddenly she was more than aware of their closeness, her legs around his middle, their faces only inches apart, his grip on her thigh.

Y/n breathed shallowly, her gaze flicking to his lips, just as his did the same.

Both of them flinched as the sound of a horn echoed from the street.

Y/n coughed slightly, awkwardly getting off of Kai.

The man grumbled something quietly.

“Let's- let's just go in”, y/n mumbled, picking up her stuff and walking to her apartment, making sure not to meet his eyes.

He was hot on her heels, following her into the small apartment y/n was able to afford.

They had spoken about that exact home once in one of her visions, Kai had never listened that closely. He was happy he did, otherwise he wouldn't have found her.

“Home sweet home”, y/n chuckled, shrugging out of her jacket.

She walked into the kitchen, drinking some water.

Kai appeared in the door frame, leaning against it.

“Love”, he started.

“How are you here? Why are you here? Why didn't I have these dreams the last weeks? You once said you're a witch? Are you a witch? Am I a witch? Elena and Damon said so but-”, y/n rambled.

Kai laughed lowly. “Breathe, y/n, breathe.”

Y/n nodded, sitting down.

“I'm going to explain everything later”, the young man said, walking to where y/n was sitting.

“But firstly I have to get some magic.” Right, y/n thought, she remembered that he was a siphoner and now being in the real world again, he could get magic again.

“Right, of course. I don't know how, though.”

Kai kneeled down in front of her, gently grabbing her wrists.

“Let me try something, that way we also find out if you really are a witch.”

Kai watched her closely. Y/n nodded, she trusted him with her life.

His grip on her wrists tightened and a hot feeling shot through them. It traveled up her arms and spread out until her whole body was hot and prickled.

“Kai”, she moaned, her body growing weak.

He stopped abruptly, letting go of her and nearly falling on the floor, his eyes dark with ecstasy.

“Y/n”, he groaned. “Well now we're sure you're a witch.”

“Why?”, she asked, slumped again the chair.

“Because I just took a bit of your magic and you have more magic than any other witch I've ever known.”

“If you want to stay you can take the bed”, y/n said, putting their dinner in the fridge.

They had spent the entire afternoon with talking, catching up with what happened in the last weeks.

Kai nodded thankfully.

“Elena called, they found Bonnie but they don't know where you are.”

Y/n felt bad for lying to Elena but she didn't want the vampires to do anything to Kai.

"Thank you", the siphoner smiled softly. "And I can take the couch if you don't mind."

"OK", the young woman whispered, turning to her bedroom door. "Goodnight, Malachai."

"Goodnight, love."

Y/n was a light sleeper, so when she started to hear mumbling from the living room she was nearly instantly awake.

"Please- I- father, please", a voice groaned loudly. Kai.

Y/n slowly stood up. He had to have a nightmare. He told her about those years ago. Moments of his childhood when his family would punish him for, well, living.

"Kai?", she called out, standing at the door. The young man was laying on her couch, his tall frame nearly to much for the small couch. He was withering under the thin blanket, hands gripping the sheets, his face sweaty and hair clinging to his forehead.

"Let me go- I'm sorry- please don't- father, please, why-", he muttered, feet kicking away the blanket.

"Kai, hey, Kai!", y/n said loudly, sitting down next to him and touching his chest.

"Kai, wake up, Kai!", she shouted, she couldn't see him like that, it hurt.

Gasping, Kai sat up, his chest heaving and his eyes scanning the room disoriented.

"It's okay, it's okay", y/n mumbled like a mantra, hugging him close.

Kai sobbed lowly, gripping her waist and pulling her even closer.

"Oh God", he groaned quietly, his body calming down slowly.

She let him go after he calmed down mostly, still holding his hands.

"Do you wanna talk about it?", y/n asked, watching him closely.

He shook his head, not meeting her eyes.

"Where-", he cleared his throat, "Where is my ring", he was looking at her neck where his ring would normally hang since she was 14.

"Oh that. I- I'm sorry, I took it off when you didn't let me in anymore. I was so angry and worried.", y/n whispered, squeezing his hand.

"I'm sorry that I did that, I only pushed you out for a few days and after that you never appeared anymore. I was worried sick, myself. Ask Bonnie, I was really grumpy the last weeks", he muttered and y/n laughed quietly.

"It's OK", she said, "And I'm sorry for taking off the necklace."

Kai smiled, squeezing her waist.

She was sitting nearly on top of him and when she realized that, she blushed.

"Oh, shit, sorry", she whispered, making a move to stand up again.

Kai shook his head, pulling her back so that she sat in his lap.

She gasped, grabbing his shoulders. Oh God they were so close.

His arm wrapping around her waist, he pulled her even closer, their chests touching.

Y/n's eyes were wide, her cheeks rosy and her hair falling out of her braid.

Kai smiled softly, his hand touching her neck and cheek.

"God, you're so beautiful", he mumbled leaning towards her and before she knew it their lips touched.

Y/n moaned lowly, her hands gripping his shirt. Angling her head, she kissed back, slipping her tongue between his lips.

Kai's grip around her waist tightened, his hand teasing her braid.

His kiss turned more passionate, her hand clawing at his back, his neck.

"Fuck", Kai gasped as he pulled away, his eyes nearly black.

Y/n nodded shakingly, her lips swollen.

"I've waited so long for this", he chuckled, pecking her lips. Y/n grinned heartily, closing the gap again.

They were finally together.

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