#he had to course correct after saying something nice about damon a couple of days ago

[no-distance-left-to-run]

ladies and gentlemen the battle of britpop is back on

[jojoboisimagines]

Johnny Joestar x Reader :: Wait for It :: Chapter 7

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Summary: Gyro is hospitalized, and now Johnny has no one to turn to. That is, until a former female rider shows him a little compassion. 

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The atmosphere out in this grassy field felt much better to say the least. Probably the most comfortable you’d been throughout this whole race. No fighting, no people, and plenty of roaming space for your horse.  

You and your riding partner, aka Johnny, had mostly eaten your leftovers in silence. He had devoured the meal a lot faster than you thought he would. He’s still growing, you guessed.

Laughing to yourself earned a side-eye from him, before wiping his hands of all the leftover crumbs. Johnny heaves a content sigh, staring at the empty to-go box. The man did a couple of arm stretches, seems like the food really wore him out. Or made him sleepy.

Now that you had a chance to unwind today, you couldn't help but realize how calm he was around you. He wasn’t wary or suspicious of you as far as you could tell, and he wasn’t really pushing you away when having conversations. He was just..doing his own thing.

Perhaps he was too busy missing his riding partner to even attempt to start any real conflict on his own. 

Before you knew it, Johnny was back on his wheelchair, wheeling himself towards Slow Dancer to mount again. You were pretty much done with your own food as well. It was good, but not nearly good enough to start a bar fight for. 

Standing on your feet, you dusted any excess grass from your pants. You knew you were probably gonna miss this spot, but it was better to go ahead and move on. There was still a lot you needed to learn, according to your ‘mentor’.

A cool, satisfying breeze passed by as you walked back up to your horse Soarin’. It really was a nice day out. You glanced over to Johnny, but he wasn’t on his horse yet. Actually, it looked like he was a bit angry. Furious even, if his face getting slightly red was any indication. 

You looked up to see a familiar face, yet one you haven't seen since the beginning of the race. 

What was his name again, you thought...DJ...Damon...oh, Diego.

You had practically no idea who this guy was, aside from the fact he was British and had stolen the lead for the majority of the race. You didn’t particularly know him because he was a foreign racer, you mainly focused on the popular riders in your own country.

Yet it seemed like Johnny had some prior business with him, evident by him almost literally seething in his seat.

"The hell do you want, Dio, leave us alone!" He pointed at the taller man, hoping itd emphasize how he wanted him to back off.

"Hmm..Where is the Italian idiot anyway? It's almost strange seeing you without being latched to his side like a Chihuahua." Diego said, dismissively of Johnny's threat.

The ex jockey gripped the handle of his wheelchair so hard his knuckles might turn white in a matter of minutes. Though his face said something different, like he was trying to keep his cool but his body couldn't help but demonstrate his frustration.

He swallowed a lump in his throat.

"None of your business. Don't you have anything other to do than bother me?"

The Brit opened his mouth to say something else, before you caught his eye. The blue orbs quickly scanned you before looking back at Johnny.

"Oh? Having other racers aid you? Are you that desperate for help since you can't do anything alone?" 

Johnny sneered. Did this guy get off on confronting someone just to insult and degrade them? There was nothing stopping Johnny from punching Diego in the face (except for onlookers, which he could care less about honestly) so he wasn't sure where he thought his hubris would get him, but if Jojo has any say in it, it'll get him in the hospital.

He had been so far in his own mind after that remark that he hadn't even realized your presence beside him now. You had already spoken up before he got the chance to tell you it wasn't worth it.

"Actually, I'm not helping him, he's helping me." You corrected the arrogant man. 

Raising an eyebrow at you, he places a hand on his hip in a way that implies he really didn't care about what you said.

In that case, you wouldn't hold back either.

Dio puts his hand on his chest like a petty rich girl in high school.

"Who are you again? In all my time in this race I haven't seen you."

You knew that was a subtle jab about him being first and you being so far behind you were barely noticeable. Fists almost automatically balled up at that, but you'd control yourself for now.

"I'm sure you hardly look at anyone except your mirror. By now it's probably been splotched in horse manure by now, so really it's showing you what you've looked like all along."

Johnny snickers, and it's probably the cutest thing you've seen all day.

..in a friendly way of course.

His lip twitches, showing his teeth, a fang pointedly sticking out. Weird, you thought. You hadn't seen anyone with a fang in years.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Dio tried to interrogate, but you weren't scared at all. In fact, you were just getting started on this guy.

"It means you look like horse shit, duh." Johnny answered, folding his arms. A small smirk still on his face.

“Watch it, Joestar.” Diego sneered. For someone who dished it out like second nature, he sure couldn’t take it. “One wrong move and I can ruin your standing in the race, AND your reputation--or at least, what’s left of it.”

You roll your (e/c) eyes. You’ve had enough of this guy, what was this, a playground?

“Dude shut up, if you want to prove anything then win the whole damn race and stop talking like you already have.” One more retort and you’ll fly off the handle at him.

Diego stays silent for a moment, before leaning in to your face, his nose inches from yours.

“I already have. You’re welcome to join me when you’re done playing in the mud with poor Jojo.” 

Before you could reply, he reeled back and turned on his heel. You wanted to punch him so bad, how dare he talk down to you and your friend like this..

“Don’t do it (y/n).” You hear Johnny behind you. “As much as I wanna see it happen, he’s not wrong about being able to sabotage both of us.” 

You grunted. “What could you possibly care about our ‘reputations’, Johnny? That was pure disrespect, and I can’t let it fly!”

“...”  He was looking at the ground now, seeming like he was trying to find whatever reason he could to prevent you from firing off. Johnny sighs.

“Look, I’ll be straightforward with you. I’m not in the race for money or status.”

You turned around at that, fairly confused.

“I’m in this race to..learn a technique from my friend, Gyro. I could care less about the stuff Diego desperately wants me to so he can have ammo to bug me with. However, you seem pretty set on trying to prove yourself that you can do this. I’ve seen it when we train.”

“..Seen what?”

Johnny pauses.

“Your determination. This is probably gonna sound dumb, but your eyes, they’ve been different. Like there’s some kind of fire in them now. Honestly, since joining this race, I can relate. Its part of why i’m still deciding to help you after you’ve..” His eyes become sarcastically half lidded. “Gotten me into almost two fights now.”

A scoff escapes your lips. What on Earth was this man saying anymore? Though you wouldn’t deny, it was a bit encouraging to hear.

The scoff was a bit off-putting to him, and he took another pause. He looked a little...flustered? You weren’t sure what that meant. Did you make him feel stupid on accident?

“That’s why...I’m not letting you take the chance to have Diego potentially ruin all your chances. This training would be for nothing.”

Something inside you suspected there was another reason, but you wouldn’t question it. Walking forward to him, you bent over to meet his eye level in his chair.

“Fine. I’ll beat up Diego after the race is over. Let’s get to our horses.” You take the wheelchair handles and starting walking towards Slow Dancer.

You couldn’t see it but, Johnny had a faint smile on his face.

[petertingle-yipyip]

//highly requested: Part two to the Kol breakup. //tagged list: @thegingerthatwaited //

//warnings: swearing. near smut, not all the way. HELLA long. if you want happy, don’t go after the big warning sign //

Part One

Las Vegas was always fun, carefree fun that helped when things back home got intense. I had decided to spend a few weeks there every once in a while to escape the constant epicness of Mystic Falls. As fun as fighting the bad guys was, a girl needed a break. Plus, Vegas was constantly an all you could eat buffet. There were a lot of men out there that came out looking like a full course meal. Some actually became the meal.

Often times, I brought someone with me either for damage control or a partner in crime. Sometimes Caroline or Elena, sometimes Bonnie or Enzo, and even Damon a few times. Once I brought Stefan and it was… Well it was definitely memorable but not something I would repeat in this century, considering he’s banned from many casinos and an Applebee’s…

But this time, I decided to travel alone. Everyone was thriving in their own lives, I didn’t want to interrupt. Caroline and Stefan were living happily ever after as a married couple. Damon was reunited with Elena. Bonnie and Enzo were travelling Europe. Hayley was watching over Hope. The Mikaelsons were living their lives on their own for the first time in centuries.

They were well from the letters and phone calls I often received. Rebekah was happy in New York with Marcel. Elijah was living it up in France. Long lost Freya had come into their lives and was with a beautiful werewolf girl named Keelin. Klaus was here and there, not settling down anywhere yet. And as for Kol, well last I heard he was in San Francisco with Davina and on his way to being married. Good for him.

I no longer despised Kol. I did not feel the way I used to about him, but I did miss him. He was a huge part of my life and suddenly he was gone but I knew that a part of me would always belong to him, always want to be with him. I did not forgive him for attempting to compel me simply for the fact that he broke his word. He swore to never compel me, and yet he stood before me with the audacity to try it. I wasn’t sure I would be able to forgive him let alone love him again, but I wished him well. I didn’t have it in me to wish harm on anyone except my enemies. And while Kol pissed me off and hurt me, he was not my enemy.

Luckily, my daylight necklace also served as a vervain container. I wore vervain not to protect myself from his compulsion, but from Klaus when I started wearing it. Yet Klaus never tried to compel me.

Everything reminded me of Kol. The white rose bushes reminded of the times he brought me those same flowers, just because he felt like it. The local baseball teams reminded of when Kol took me to the game on a date, how excited he was and the way he invested himself in every second. The people walking their dogs reminded me of the months I would beg Kol to buy me a dog and the day he came back with a dog instead of a carton of milk. Some of the men walking by smelled of his cologne, some wore his favorite color. The posters for the Spiderman: Homecoming film reminded me of the nights we spent watching every Marvel movie we could get.

I walked down the Strip, pushing my sunglasses up my nose and admiring the scenery as I spoke to Rebekah on the phone. Las Vegas was beautiful in its modern glory and I loved being there. It was brilliant in the day and even brighter at night. The walks in the day were my favorite. There was less people, less to be distracted by. I could walk without a care in the world.

“How is my dearest Y/N?” She asked cheerfully.

“I am fantastic.” I smiled. “Taking some time in Vegas.”

“Enjoying the dancers, I assume.” She teased.

“Well of course, Honey.” I laughed. “That’s one of the best parts of Vegas.”

“Who’s your companion this time around?”

“Flying solo, actually.”

“What about that boy you met, Parker? No wait, Pedro. No, Porter.”

“Peter.” I corrected. “But no, he would’ve been more a hindrance honestly.”

I had nearly walked past him, nearly made it by without speaking to him as I hoped it would’ve gone. He nearly didn’t recognize me, but once it clicked behind his eyes, he spoke on it. I had only registered him as an extremely handsome face and a lean body that I wouldn’t mind bring under or on top of. Never had I thought I’d see him here, on the streets of my favorite vacation spot. Just my luck.

“My apologies.” I said politely after I accidentally bumped into the handsome man. “Sorry, Bekah. Ran into someone, anyways-”

“Y/N?” He asked, causing every cell I’m my body to freeze. I slowly turned and saw him staring at me in disbelief… Oh no. “Y/N Y/L/N, is that you, Darling?” 

“I’m sorry.” I choked. His voice was deep and silky, full of hope and desire and what seemed like love. It was just as attractive as I remembered it. “You must have me mistaken.”

But he didn’t. I was Y/N. I was exactly who he thought I was. He knew it as well as I did.

“Y/N?” Rebekah said on the other side of the phone still. “Y/N, what’s going on? Was that Kol? Y/N!”

“I’ll call you back.” I said slowly. “Something came up.” I lowered the phone and ended the call before he spoke again.

“You don’t remember me?” He said softly, his voice betraying the hurt he felt. “After these few years, I’m forgotten?”

“I’m really sorry.” I tried. Although I didn’t hate him anymore, I did not want to face him. His deep, entrancing eyes scanned my figure, admiring the way the light fabric clung to my hips and billowed at my chest. The curves of my waist and the glowing tan of my legs. “But I’ve never heard the name Y/N or seen you before. I really must be going. My friend is waiting for me.” I lied.

“I know I haven’t been around lately but surely this handsome face isn’t something you’d forget.” He smirked, refusing to let me leave. “I bought her that dress, sweetheart. So you’re either my long lost Y/N and you’re playing hard to get, or she has a very convincing doppelganger. If you don’t want to answer, I’ll be forced to use different means of getting my answer… Unless of course, that’s what you’re into. Y/N did like it just a little bit rough now that I think about it, nothing she couldn’t handle of course. She was really into-”

“While your ego, blatant kink shaming, and dominant attitude are surely unforgettable, pretty boy” I commented, taking a few steps to stand in front of him without thinking. The small action reminded me of the many times I was this close to him, his hands roaming my body and leaving goosebumps in their wake. It reminded me of how I would stand this close to him and purposefully tease him until neither of us could take it anymore. “I’m afraid I have no recollection of meeting you before.”

Pretty Boy didn’t do Kol any sort of justice. He was way more than pretty. He was the best looking boy I had ever seen. He was interesting and exciting, dangerous and reckless, loving and caring, sexy and dominating, but would sometimes submit. He was perfect…

No, No I couldn’t have these thoughts. I decided a long time ago that I was done with Kol. I stopped loving him years ago. I stopped caring for him the moment he left.

“You never called.” He said plainly, starting to reach for my arm but deciding against it. “I thought we ended on better terms than that. Rebekah often updated me on how you were, since you disappeared.”

I said nothing but I rolled my eyes behind my glasses. I crossed my arms and stared up into his beautiful, deep brown eyes. He was just as handsome as I remembered maybe more, with his boyish smirk and lean build. The mischievous glint in his eyes was still shining. His hair was carefully styled, a perfect length for his face.

His black long sleeve hugged his body well with rolled up sleeves that were perfectly showing off his arms. Arms that had slammed me against the wall. Arms that had held me up. Arms that held me against him. Arms that threw me against beds, tables, counters.

His hands were shoved in his pockets. Hands that tore my clothes apart and got lost in my hair. Hands that roamed my body and knew every curve, dip, and valley. Hands that were nimble and commanding.

I cleared my throat and shook my head when I realized I was falling back into old habits of loving him. While I had set myself on not loving Kol ever again, seeing him in front of me, I felt myself losing my resolve. He smirked down at me as he realized I was admiring him.

“I’m sorry, what did you say your name was?” I asked, trying to remain steadfast in my attempts to not care for him romantically. I would be his friend if he wanted, but I refused to be his lover again.

“The one and only Kol Mikaelson, but you can call me Pretty Boy if you wish. I kind of like it.” He smirked. “And you are the eternally stunning and sexy Y/N Y/L/N. Although, I liked to call her-”

“Fine.” I groaned and put my hands on my hips. I didn’t wish to hear any of his pet names for me since they were wildly inappropriate and embarassing in a public setting. “Yes, it’s me. Hello, Kol. What do you want?”

He smiled proudly as he continued.

“Did you really forget me?” He asked, feigning hurt. “I thought after everything-”

“Cut the bullshit, Kol.” I cut him off harshly. “You tried to compel me. All those years ago in New Orleans, you tried to compel me. You wanted me to not hate you so it would be easier for you to live your life. Break ups are hard, whatever, but you broke your word and that’s what hurt the most. It was nice to see you again. Please, do forget to write. Bye now.”

I shoulder checked him as I walked past him, proud that I didn’t fall victim to his charm. I would be lying if I said I wasn’t close to it. In our time apart, I had forgotten just how charming he could be.

In all the years apart, I never thought I’d come across Kol again. I thought if I pushed my feelings for him away, never acknowledging them or processing through them, they’d stop. Seeing him again and being in such close proximity, I was confused. More confused than I had ever been.

“Wait!” He called, jogging to catch up to me as I was trying to settle my thoughts and get away from him. “How do you… I thought I…“

“I’ve been wearing vervain since I turned.” I responded easily, waving my hand to brush it off. “Never trusted Klaus not to compel me. Ironically, he wasn’t the one to be concerned about.”

“I’m sorry, about everything.” He attempted before I stopped and turned to face him. He looked at me with regretful eyes and I knew he meant it. But I couldn’t let him sweet talk me.

“It’s fine.” I shrugged. “Don’t apologize for something you can’t control. We don’t control how we feel, but we do control how we act on it. You should’ve respected me a hell of a lot more than you did. I loved you more than anything and you walked away from it all…”

“I know. I know.” He said, running his hands through his hair in a frustrated manner. In that moment, I was suddenly reminded of just how attractive a stressed Kol Mikaelson was. “I fucked up. I’ve thought about how I hurt you everyday since I left.”

“Well, it obviously didn’t bug you too bad. I heard you got married. Congratulations.” I added sarcastically and turned to leave again. Every minute I stayed, I was reminded of how much I loved the son of a bitch. I was reminded of every fucking thing relating to him that I tried to forget for years. Every single ounce of love and devotion I had for him was coming back and I couldn’t fight it much longer.

“Please, Y/N.” He said softly, causing me to stay where I was.

I couldn’t remember how long it had been since Kol had spoken so softly to me. He would use that soft tone when he came home from a rough day of fighting for or against his family, when he was bummed out, when he just wanted company, or when he was truly upset about what he had done.

“Oh fuck it.” I sighed and offered him my hand. “We can talk back at my place.”

He hesitantly took my hand and followed me to the condo I bought when I first started staying out here. We walked in silence, his touch reigniting old flames within me.

It was a mistake. I knew it from the moment I stopped to talk to him. He was going to hurt me again. He was going to break my heart. How many more ways were there for him to rip my heart out, anyways?

Finally we reached my place and stepped inside. He made his way to the couch as I headed to the kitchen, tossing my sunglasses on the table by the door.

“Would you like anything?” I offered. “I’ve got AB+ and bourbon.”

“Bourbon, neat. If you don’t mind.” He replied.

I came back with two glasses and the bottle. His neat, mine on the rocks. I sat on one end of the couch and he sat on the other. There was a full cushion between us and the tension in the room was heavy. Quietly, we drank from our cups.

“So this is where you went after New Orleans?” He asked.

“It’s more of a vacation spot. I actually live in Mystic Falls now.” I replied with an awkward nod.

“I’m sorry.” He finally said, stirring his glass thoughtfully.

“Stop apologizing.” I said flatly with a shrug. “It won’t change anything and you know that… How is she, by the way? How’s she handling the extra power?”

“Davina?”

I nodded.

“She’s great.” He replied with a slight nod. “Lovely girl. She did die for a bit due to the power but she came back. She died a second time but the Hollow brought her back. You would’ve loved her, very resilient and powerful… Reminded me of you in a lot of ways.“

“ Well, I think you loved her enough for both of us.” I added sarcastically. “Too bad she didn’t stay dead though.”

“Are you mad?” He asked genuinely. “Do you hate me? You should. I did the worst thing possible to you. It’s one thing to break your heart but to try to compel the pain away, I had no right. You must hate me.”

“I’m frustrated, yes.” was all I answered with. I should’ve hated him and I wanted to. I couldn’t… I didn’t…

“Sexually?” He teased with a wink.

“Oh my god.” I groaned and put my drink down before getting to my feet. “What do you want from me, Kol?”

“What do you mean?” He asked, confused.

“Why didn’t you just let me walk by? Why did you have to come back into my life? Why now?” I questioned with my arms crossed. I was getting fed up. It’s been almost two decades and suddenly he wants to come back in my life? No call, no text, not even a letter in all this time. How dare he stand here and thinks a few ‘I’m sorry’s will fix everything

“Y/N, I know you won’t believe me, but I do still love you.” He said, setting down his glass before standing up and closing the distance between us. He gently uncrossed my arms while I rolled my eyes, I don’t know why I let him, and held my hands in his. “I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you.”

“You chose her.” I stated, keeping my eyes on the floor. “You abandoned me.”

“I know…” He placed my hands on his chest, pinning them with one his and used the other to tilt my head up to his.

The feeling of his shirt under my hands. The tension in his muscles beneath my touch. The desire to pull it off and run my nails lightly down his chest and his back…

“Please don’t, Kol.” I breathed, realizing that I was falling victim to my old feelings. I wanted him in every way possible, but I also wanted him to leave, to never show his face in my presence again.

“Don’t what, Darling?” He leaned closer, moving his hand to my cheek.

“I can’t.” I turned my head away from his touch and taking a step back but it wasn’t far enough to free my hands from their spot above his heart. “I spent years trying to forget how much I loved you and now here you are, trying to pretend like we’re completely okay. You’re married for fuck’s sake. And maybe I met someone else.”

“Did you?” He asked curiously.

“Yes.” I lied. “A sweet, kind boy named Peter.”

While I did know a boy named Peter and I may have had a relationship with him, he was not my boyfriend. He was nothing more than a casual hook up, but it was the best defense I had against Kol at the moment.

“Are you two exclusive?”

“Does it matter?” I scoffed. “You do have a wife, in case you forgot.”

“Not anymore.” He admitted. “We didn’t work out.” He shrugged.

“As much as I do still want you, I can’t.” I finally said, stupidly admitting everything. “I can’t because you tried to control me with no thought of how I felt about it  You betrayed my trust and you broke my heart. I can’t let myself get hurt again.”

“Give me one more chance Darling.” He pleaded, putting his free hand on my hip. “I promise I will not hurt you again.”

“Kol, I-” I tried to argue.

“No, Y/N.” He stopped me. “I know I cannot change what I did but I can try to make up for it. I can try to fix what I broke. I still love you, Y/N. I never stopped loving you. Davina was fantastic but she just wasn’t you.”

“Then why did you choose her?” I finally asked. “Why did you throw away four centuries of love and support and appreciation, four centuries of a real connection for a handful of years?”

“I don’t know… She was…” He admitted and shook his head. “But through everything, she couldn’t compare to you, not to any aspect of you.”

His words were hypnotic. They always had been. He always knew exactly what to say and what voice to say it in. I wanted to kiss him, to hold him, to touch him. But I knew I shouldn’t. I knew I couldn’t. It would destroy all the walls I had built between myself and Kol. But then again… what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas. Right?

“How so?” I finally spoke, a slight smirk on my face as my hands gently rubbed his chest. I had caved. The look in his eyes, the closeness of our bodies, it drew me right back in to him. All those years I tried to distance myself, it didn’t matter. I was right where I started with him. I knew I was going to regret this.

“Well for starters,” He began, a slight pep in his voice. “her skin wasn’t quite as soft.” He said, gently running his fingers over my arm and up to my jaw, placing a kiss on my exposed shoulder. “Her voice wasn’t as silky, her lips not as full.” His thumb ran over my lips. “My name didn’t sound quite the same when she moaned it. Can you remind me of just how that sounds?”

I hummed slightly, melting under his touch. His hands abandoned their former positions and moved to squeeze my hips slightly, pulling me against him. “Fuck, Kol.” I moaned slightly. A groan sounded from his throat as he pressed his lips to my neck.

“What else?” I asked, swallowing hard to keep my composure.

“Her back didn’t arch the way yours does.” He pressed a hand against my lower back, my chest now flat against his. He moved his mouth and pressed a kiss to the spot where my throat met my shoulder. I automatically tilted my head to give him access and my eyes slowly shut. “She didn’t have this one spot on her neck.” He mumbled against my skin.

“Wait, Kol.” I pushed him back by his chest. “Don’t think this changes anything.” I said, attempting to salvage whatever restraint I had left.

“Do you love me still?” He asked softly. “Or do you love your boy Patrick?”

“What does Peter matter?” I answered. “Oh Darling, are you jealous of him?” I mocked him with words he used against me the last time we spoke.

He chuckled slightly. “I’m jealous of any man who you allowed to touch you that isn’t me.“

“I’m not a rebound girl. I’m not going to be some booty call that waits around to fuck whenever you’re needy. This isn’t going to be a regular thing.”

“I never considered you to be one.” He nodded. “You are simply the only girl I cannot forget. A thousand moons and a thousand years can pass while we’re apart and I will still be thinking about your lips, your eyes, your voice. Every minute of every day, you are the one constant thought that has been with me. You are all I need in this world. I would do anything for you, always and forever.”

“In that case…” I bit my lower lip. “Why don’t you keep telling me what you like about me.”

“Does this mean you pick me over Paul?” He smirked, lifting me by my waist. My legs hooked around his waist tightly and his hands rested under my thighs. My arms hung loosely around his shoulders.

“Peter.” I corrected, placing a kiss on his forehead. “But maybe you can convince me.”

“We fit like two puzzle pieces, my Darling. And Davina didn’t wrap around me quite the way you do.” He commented and quickly moved us to the kitchen table. I kicked off my heels and hooked my fingers in his belt loops and tugged him forward.

He laid one palm flat against the table, the other kept my body pressed against his. I moved one hand to the back of his neck and pulled his mouth to mine.

Slowly, both hands moved to be under his shirt, savoring the familiar feeling of his body under my fingertips, and pushed the fabric up. He pulled away only to remove the article of clothing and throw it across the room.

He pushed me down to lay flat against the table and ran his hand down my chest and stomach. He placed a kiss on my lips, my collarbone, the center of my chest.

My fingers ran through his hair as his lips came back to mine. Our mouths were in perfect sync, just like before. I parted my lips and his tongue explored my mouth, crashing against my own. I tugged his bottom lip between my teeth and he groaned.

“You do that so much better.” He said in a whisper and I pushed myself up with a smirk.

“I can do a lot of things better.” I winked and grabbed his hand, pulling him to the bedroom.

“I missed you so much.” He sighed, eagerly following me.

“Don’t act like I sent you away.” I commented, shutting the door behind us.

“What can I say?” He chuckled. “Absence makes the heart grow fonder.”

I slid my dress off my shoulders and laid back on the bed as he climbed over me, pressing his lips down my exposed body.

“So does good sex.” I moaned, my back arching against him.

“That’s the way you remember it?” He asked, sounding offended. “I distinctly remember great sex.”

I flipped us so I was straddling his hips and I leaned down to place a kiss on his chest, grazing his skin with my fangs and drawing a groan out of him. “Maybe you can remind me.” I whispered in his ear and he shivered slightly.

“I wonder…” He trailed off, rubbing one hand against my thigh, the other moving to my bedside table as my mouth worked in the other side of his throat. I tossed my hair over my shoulder and watched the movement of his other hand. He slid open the top drawer and pulled out a navy blue tie. “So this is where my tie has been.”

“Was that yours?” I teased against his skin before pulling my mouth away. “I hadn’t noticed.”

I slid down his body, placing wet kisses along his exposed torso before my mouth reached the hem of his jeans. I undid the button and zipper with my teeth and he assisted in ridding himself of the fabric.

“That’s new.” He smiled as he sat up and I climbed into his lap. I rolled my hips against his as his lips found my collarbone.

“I picked up a few new tricks.” I shrugged with a teasing smile.

He chuckled and changed our positions. He pinned my hands above my head and tied them to one of the posts of my headboard with his tie. I pulled against the restraint but didn’t escape.

“All these years, and I can’t touch you?” I flirted with a pout, resting one leg around his waist. “How is that fair?”

“So you do want to touch me?” He teased.

“Hmm… The feeling is fading.” I answered with a smirk.

“Well, it’s a good thing I’ve been wanting to touch you for quite some time.” He smirked, his eyes clouding with lust.

“What are you waiting for, Pretty Boy?” I teased, lifting my head to meet his lips. His body rolled against mine and I pulled away to let out a moan. “Fuck me.” I groaned.

“I plan to, Darling. Just making up for lost time.” He said, dragging his thumb across my lips.

WARNING: DO NOT READ FARTHER IF YOU WANT THE HAPPY ENDING!!

Kol and I reunited for what felt like hours, both of us climaxing multiple times. Now he slept silently next to me while I answered the twelve calls and twenty three messages from Rebekah.

“Dammit, Y/N. Where have you been!?” She exclaimed when she picked up. “I’ve been trying to reach you for hours! Or did you forget that we were supposed to talk?”

I climbed out of bed, sliding into my black satin robe and slippers as I traveled to the kitchen to talk.

“I’m sorry, I was a bit busy.” I chuckled and I knew she was making a face of annoyance back in New York. “But I’m here now. So what’s up?”

“Kol told me a few weeks ago he was planning on heading to Vegas to get a break from Davina soon. I guess they’ve been fighting a lot lately, something about him being distant and talking in his sleep about something or someone she didn’t like.” She said and my mind raced. Could it have been me he was mumbling about? “Was that him I heard earlier, when you ran into someone?”

“Are they still together?” I asked, attempting to feign neutrality. “He was the one who was in my way a few hours ago… He seemed like he was having a good time.”

“Oh, no.” She groaned. “Please tell me nothing happened between you two.”

“Weell…” I trailed off.

“Dammit, Y/N.” She scolded. “He’s still married! What did he tell you?”

“He lied again…” I realized and pushed my tongue against the inside of my cheek in irritation. “And I fucking fell for it. God, I’m such an idiot! Why can’t I just be done with him? After what he did before, I let him right back into my life! Bekah, why am I like this?”

She sighed softly. “Don’t blame yourself, Y/N. He knows you too well. He knows exactly what to say to tug your heart strings and make you putty in his hands… But think about it this way, maybe they are on their way out and you two can try again. But for the moment…”

“I’m so fucking pissed I could snap his neck. I might even be willing to dagger him at this point.” I laughed in annoyance. “Hey, I heard something more important the other day, something MUCH more relevant. Did you hear that Hope figured out how to get the Hollow out of you guys so you can be a family again?” I changed the subject.

“Yeah.” She answered, not pressing the subject of Kol again. “Hayley called me the other day and told me. I cannot wait to see my annoying lot of brothers again. Marcel doesn’t quite care for them, but he knows how much I miss them.” I could hear the smile in her voice and it made me happy to know Rebekah was finally having a happy life.

I heard Kol stirring in the bedroom and the joy I felt for my best friend was replaced with a burning annoyance and growing hatred for the man I once loved with my whole heart. “Hey, I’ll see you next week. I have something I need to take care of.” I said in a tight voice.

“See you soon, Y/N. Take care.” She said and ended the call.

I slammed my phone on the counter and stomped back into my bedroom. I collected his shirt on the way back and the rest of his clothes. He smiled warmly as I walked in but his expression changed as he saw my face.

I threw his clothes at him and his eyes widened in shock.

“Rebekah callled.” I said, crossing my arms. Admittance settling on his face, knowing he was caught in his lie. “Told me something rather interesting. How many times are you going to fuck around with me while you have Davina, you lying son of a bitch? I’m not something you can pull out of your pocket when you’re bored!”

“Y/N, please.” He said calmly, tugging his jeans on. “Let me explain.”

“No.” I said firmly. “Get the hell out of my apartment. I’m completely done. Don’t call. Don’t text. Don’t even fucking write. Do one thing for me and just disappear again, why don’t you?”

“There’s more than just-” He began, pulling his shirt over his head.

“NO!” I yelled. “You cheated on me with her before and now you cheated on her with me! I’m DONE. I thought we could start over but no, we can’t. Get out before I snap your neck and throw you in the streets.”

He nodded slightly and collected his phone before heading towards the front door.

“I’m sorry Y/N.” He sighed, a hand on the doorknob and I ground my teeth in annoyance. “I do love you, that was never a lie. And I do want you back. I’m going to divorce Davina, that’s why I came here but I’m sure Bekah told you that. Judging from the look on your face you don’t want to hear anything out of my mouth. We needed a break but I don’t see it working out anymore and when I saw you again, looking as beautiful as you do, I knew I made the wrong choice all those years ago… Will I see you next week, when Hope rids my siblings and I of the Hollow?”

“Maybe.” I admitted nonchalantly. “But don’t expect me to speak to you. I won’t be there for you, not in the slightest. I do not want to hear you speak my name again. I know I will not speak yours.”

He nodded sadly and left. I took a deep breath, now feeling worse than the first time Kol left. He used me. I didn’t know if I should believe what he said. Why should I? He lied to me about her before. I felt horrible, used and disrespected. How dare he. I would not speak to him the next time I saw him. Mystic Falls was MY home. He would not make a fool of me there. It now looked like I needed a new vacation spot since Vegas was now tainted. Seeing my friends again in a week helped with the terrible feelings, but seeing Kol there sucked.

[urwarriorangel]

upcoming works, week of march 6th (or march 5th bc sunday is the first day of the week)

<3 hello lovelies! thank you so much for your patience with me! this is a list of pieces that I would like to get done in the future! a reminder that there is no timeline for these things, seeing as some of them are gonna be series’, some mini series’, and some will stand on their own. I’m gonna be working on multiple pieces at once, so thank you from current and future me for putting up with all my craziness! if there’s one of these (or something else) in particular that you can’t wait for, please shoot me an ask or a message and I will try my hardest to crank that out first! (a lot of your requests will be incorporated into these pieces so please bare with me) XOXO <3

Alec Lightwood

federal agent!au

You’re a part of the Witness Protection Program and your identity has been compromised. Some local news agency managed to dig up your past and real name and had it plastered across all their outlets. Alec is an agent for hire who is now here to protect you. He’s not too happy at first, but you grow on him.

punk!au

Alec Lightwood, the resident punk of the school, and you, the ultimate goody two shoes, get paired together for a class project. You reluctantly go along with the pairing, thinking Alec won’t do much work. He ,however, is head over heels for you, and takes every chance he can to work up to your standards. You, of course are confused as ever but hey. He’s working, right?

Archie Andrews

lucky number slevin!au

A handsome stranger moves in next door, and you’re more than just a little excited. You introduce yourself day one, and god you hope you see more of him. You see a lot more of him than you intended, both physically and mentally. He’s caught your eye in more ways than one and he can say the same about you, through the highs and the lows.

college roommates!au

‘i got a bottom bunk and you’re the person who has the bunk above mine, now you only refer to me as “bottom” even though I’ve repeatedly told you i most certainly am not’

You want to punch Archie’s beautiful face in the second you find that he’s your roommate. You had spent the summer abroad, so you didn’t have much choice in roommates, but thankfully someone picked your name and you didn’t have to do much work when you got back. Un-thankfully, that person was Archie and he thought you were a boy!!!!! It’s not your fault your parents named you Chandler… stupid Archibald.

(@thesadlookonyourface​)

Bellamy Blake

bodyguard!au

You’re a witness to a high profile murder and must be kept safe until it’s time for the trial. You need what you like to call a 24 hour babysitter. Bellamy is an old friend and a US Marshall. Once he heard what you’d gotten herself into, he volunteered to be your bodyguard. Do old feelings perk up or will Bellamy remain simply platonic?

Hogwarts!au

You had always wanted to be in a food fight, but food fights at Hogwarts were a little… magical to say the least. There was food flying everywhere and you couldn’t pin-point where it was coming from. The male prefect had managed to stupefy most of the boys and you’d done the same to all the girls. You took down their names and sent them back to their houses to get cleaned up. You sent the list of names over to McGonagall and stood there staring at each other for a few minutes before bursting out laughing. You two move around a little before coming to a consensus: you’d both bathe in the prefects bathroom. No peeking!

psychiatrist!au

Bellamy Blake’s been having nightmares nonstop since his mother died and his sister was taken away from him. You’re both a good friend of his and, as he liked to call you, “his favorite shrink”. There came a point in your practice when you realized that the only way to help Bellamy would be to find his sister. So you set out to do just that.

vampire!au (part two of ‘that’s not factual’)

You and the annoying history geek aka Bellamy get to know each other a little better, and you realize you don’t entirely hate him.

rivalry!au

You and Bellamy have always hated each other. You and Octavia have always been inseparable. This was never a problem because both your parents and the Blakes made sure that you and Octavia only hung out at either your place or someplace else that Bellamy wouldn’t be around. This has, however, currently become a problem because Octavia is getting married and you and Bellamy are both in the wedding: you as the maid of honor and Bellamy as the best man. This was going to be a TOUGH wedding to get through, but you both know you’d do anything to ensure Octavia’s happiness.

Bonnie Bennett

neighbours!au

If there was one thing you hated more than living alone, it was having your parents think that you couldn’t handle living alone. They were, of course, completely right, but you wouldn’t give them the satisfaction of knowing that. And they wouldn’t ever find out… except that they just called saying that they’d be coming over in a couple hours to drop off some supplies for you. You do the first thing that comes to mind: you ask your hot neighbour for some cleaning supplies. Bonnie assumes you need it to clean some nasty stain, and you don’t correct her. Because c’mon, with her smirking at you like that, how can you do anything?

Bucky Barnes

You’re the only person Bucky can talk to about HYDRA, about what they did to him and what they made him do. One night, after drinking every one of the Avengers under the table, he comes over to you and you two go over his scars. You had never seen Bucky so vulnerable yet so strong.

supernatural!au

You’d guarded yourself and your heart for over two centuries; that’s the longest any witch has ever been able to survive. You’d managed to manipulate vampire blood to make yourself immortal without having the cravings for blood. Your friendships never lasted longer than you needed them, your sexual relations a mutual no-strings-attached partnership until one person no longer wanted it. The one time that you keep a friend, that you have sex with a friend, he pulls out all your secrets. He hunts you. James Buchanan Barnes, world renowned hunter, was after you. And it was your fault.

undercover!au

the honeypot mission. watching your partner seduce some mark and trying not to have a fit, because the only person whose hands should be around that waist are yours!au

You and Bucky were good friends, but that was about it. You repeatedly expressed your interest in him, but all you got in turn was a small smile accompanied by a slight, embarrassed nod. So you stopped trying. Bucky, of course, was just bad at expressing himself. It’s not that he didn’t like you. You didn’t realize that until you’re both sent on a mission where you have to seduce the crazy, human-trafficking multimillionaire and all you could hear were Bucky’s curses every time the man touched you.

(@plinys)​

Carter Baizen

soulmates!au

Soulmates were a wierd thing. I mean come on, ONE person who was meant for you? Reading minds? Riiight. You didn’t think you had a soulmate until one day, you were sitting in your Calculus class and all you could think about was how much you hated math and how another voice in your head kept telling you to shut up because ‘math is life’. Once realizing that the second voice wasn’t yours, you perked your head up and your eyes met with the class nerd’s. You hated it at first, but now that you were stuck in a math exam, you couldn’t be happier to have a little nerdy soulmate.

Chuck Bass

soulmates!au

Rules, a hierarchy, commands: a small list of things you absolutely hate. Of course, in the world you live in now, your life revolves around those three things. Get this–you supposedly already have a soulmate. The moment you step foot into the world, a mark becomes visible on your skin. Meet someone with a matching mark and BAM! You have a soulmate. When you turn 18, you finally have the opportunity to get it removed (you know some sketchy people, that is all). You’re finally in a leather chair, ready to have your tattoo removed and BOY is your remover a fine piece of ass. He can remove your pants if he’d like. His ‘soulmate’ would be lucky.

Daisy “Skye” Johnson

college roommate!au

From the get-go, you knew your roommate was a very sexually active person. This didn’t bother you. Hell, if you could get some, you’d be that sexually active too. What bothered you was how many times you walked in on her masturbating. Skye was hot, so damn hot, and it made you sexually aware every time you walked in on her. After it happened a couple times, you realized that maybe JUST MAYBE she wanted you to walk in on her.

Damon Salvatore

neighbours!au

There was a day-drinker living in your apartment complex and he d r o v e you crazy. Well, he was an hour-round drinker. It’s like Damon Salvatore lived to give you gray hairs with his stupid crooked smile and those disgusting sea blue eyes and those well-defined abs. God. He had a bad habit of walking into your apartment some drunken days. Normally, you’d walk him to his room and tuck him into bed and be a nice neighbour. But this time, you were pretty drunk yourself. You let him crash on the couch and you passed out on top of him.

Davina Claire

FWB!au

She was an outgoing, outspoken lesbian and you were a shy, quiet bisexual. You never expected your one-night stand with Davina Claire to last longer than, well, one night. It’s been a little over six months and neither of you seem to want to call it quits, so you decide to give her a pair of keys to your apartment.

Dean Winchester

assassin!au

You are a world-class assassin. You know the ins and outs of the business better than anyone. You’re the CIA/FBI/NSA’s dirty little secret. They use you when they need and when they’re done, they send a friendly goodbye note your way: each time, the note comes in the form of an assassin, and each time you have lots of fun with the assassin. You pretend to not know why they’re here, who they are, etc. Then, you send their head back to the agency. This time, it’s different. They send your best friend Dean Winchester. They send your best friend to kill you.

Derek Hale

superhero!au

You got the brainiac superhero powers whereas your annoying rival got all the physical counterparts. He can fly, he’s strong, he’s got laser eyes and crazy adaptability senses. You can read minds, you can alter thoughts and feelings, you can control actions and you can work the brain so hard into an overdrive that it kills the person. You’re an inside man for the government and you manage to kill a man who’s high up on the enemy list. The government leaves you to rot when the enemy finds you. Derek stays behind to protect you.

Elijah Mikaelson

FWB!au

Elijah was always decent, proper, polite. You never thought, for a second, that he’d take up your offer to have sex. He laughed at first, which you expected. He then looked at you, studying you for a few minutes before looking up and asking if you were serious. To which you, of course, squeaked out a little yes followed by an enthusiastic one. You never thought he’d be this way. You can’t complain, though.

Grant Ward

You and Grant are on a mission to bust a weapon smuggler who uses expensive boats to transport his gear. You’re both undercover as two strangers who happen to share an interest in boats. One night, you’re both invited to a night out by some of  your fellow boat lovers, and Grant is a little too interested in what you have to wear. You’re decent friends and you always flirt back and forth, but nothing’s come of it. This time, though, Grant seems a little off.

Isaac Lahey

professor!au

You absolutely hated early morning classes more than anything. As your luck would have it, the one class that you needed to take this semester to insure your progress was at 7:30 in the morning, which was the ass crack of dawn for you. You tried hard as you could, but your insomnia would not let you sleep the night before and your body would not let you stay awake in that stupid class. One day, you walk in and notice a cup of coffee where you usually sit and the only other person in class was the professor. This is embarrassing.

Jace Wayland

“Y'know, I wouldn’t be so mad about this whole ‘I was secretly a criminal the whole time thing’ if you hadn’t just killed our professor, I mean c'mon dude I know he was a douche to me but that’s no excuse to just MuRDer SOMEONE.”

“Relax, I killed him because he was planning on killing you next week.”

(@ihavetoomanyaus​)

Jake Riley

secret mission!au

“Keep going! Remember the mission!”“If the mission means I have to leave you behind, forget the mission.” (@promptlywritingideas​)

You and Jake had been partners for a few months now, since Alex had taken time off to be with Jana and their child. You thought that Riley hated you. He only ever spoke to you if you two had a mission. Other than that, he wouldn’t even look your way. So you thought leaving you behind would be an easy choice for him. Needless to say, you’re surprised.

John Murphy

college!au

You catch Murphy jacking off and moaning your name. You let him get close to cumming before you make your presence known. Unashamed and angry, he pulls you against him whispering unimaginable things to you.... you of course, are putty in his hands. He then pulls away, leaving you trembling and desperate for more.

tragic incident!au

You’ve had nightmares almost every night since the incident. Some sociopath buried you alive and you still hadn’t been able to speak to anyone about it. You live in the same apartment as a former friend/flame: John Murphy. He tried to help you after said incident occurred, but you weren’t ready to accept help then. So you pushed him away like you did everyone else. One night, however, your screams become too much to bear.

supernatural!au

You were neither a member of the supernatural world nor a simple human. You were a protector of sorts, fighting to keep the balance in the world. Recently, a thief by the name of John Murphy stole a sacred artifact from a witch, a 1000 year old piece of hair or something of that sort. What he needed with that bit of hair? Not your concern. Why that piece of hair was so important? Again, not your concern. All you had to do was catch Murphy. No other complications whatsoever.

Jughead Jones III

we’ve lived in this tiny ass town where everyone knows everyone because no one leaves and when we were young we would sit up at night on your roof and i’d listen to you talk about how you were actually going to do it one day and you did but you never knew i’ve had a crush on you ever since back then so when you send me postcards from all these different cities with bright lights it makes my heart hurt and here we are several years later and i’m finally starting to move on but oh wait you’re back and my heart’s beating like crazy well fuck au

(@givemeaherocookie​)

Katerina Petrova

neighbours!au

You just moved into a cheap apartment complex; there weren’t many apartments in New York that were budget friendly. You’re a med student, always staying up late trying to study. And every night, you hear your next door neighbour breaking down. One night, she’s crying because her coffee machine broke down. The next night, she’s slurring her words, mumbling something about ‘Stefan’. Each night it gets worse, and you–being the psych major that you are–decide to see if you can help at all.

Kol Mikaelson

BONES!au

You’re like Temperance Brennan (from BONES) and he’s like Booth. Only you’re not as dense or annoying as Brennan is and Kol is waayyyy more cocky. You two are assigned a murder case in Los Angeles. You have to pose as a prostitute and he’s your number one client. Kol’s having too much fun with this.

FWB!au

You just failed the one class that you needed to graduate and Kol was coming over in less than an hour for your usual antics. You wash your face and clean up your messy ass apartment, giving him your brightest smile the moment he stepped inside. You pulled him in for a kiss, wanting nothing than to forget and go unnoticed. Of course, Kol noticed and demanded that you tell him what was wrong

Malachi ‘Kai’ Parker

Kai is the local asshat, but he’s also a good friend of yours. One night, he comes over to your house battered and bruised and in desperate need of medical attention. He refuses to go to the hospital, swearing that he’ll leave before you can get him out of the house. So you decide to patch him up yourself, you’re a nurse at a local hospital. The pain leads to questions and confessions and god knows what else.

Marcel Gerard

FWB!au

If you and Marcel ever spoke more than ten words to each other, the local headlines would read: ‘ATTENTION NOLA CITIZENS! Friendly vampire Marcel Gerard has fallen in love! It’s true! He said more than 10 words to her!’ At least, that must be what he thought. He only ever came over to your place if he needed a sexual favor, ‘sexual healing’ as he called it. So, of course, when he brushed your hair out of your face or told you you looked beautiful, you thought he’d been either possessed or compelled.

Nate Archibald

soulmates!au

You weren’t born with scars, and this only meant one thing: your soulmate had the scars and you were the solution. It angered you to think of the person who was your other half having to suffer day in and day out. One evening, you had just finished working on the last car in the shop when a battered and bloody young man stumbled inside. He opened his mouth to say something, but he passed out before he got a chance to. You begrudgingly take him home and clean him up. The next morning, when you’re tending to his half-naked body, you notice hundreds of permanent scars. What if?

Niklaus Mikealson

assassins!au

You two are hired assassins. Normally you work alone, but for this case, the CIA put you two together. It’s a matter of national security. Your nation’s president is an illiterate, inconsiderate oompa loompa, and the CIA is scared (real life shocker) that he’ll turn this small democracy into a dictatorship. So yeah, you two have to go undercover and kill the president.

mr and mrs smith!au

You knew Klaus was a spy, but you never thought it’d come to this. Your firm gave you a mission earlier in the year: to kill Klaus Mikaelson. They, of course, didn’t know you were dating him. You assumed that Klaus got the same mission from his firm, but you thought that he, like you, turned the mission. Turns out your firm seeked him out and asked him to kill you. He’s standing here with a gun to your head as you stare at him, head held high and filled with turmoil.

(@plinys​)

Octavia Blake

supernatural!au

You, a virgin, had turned into a succubus. What does that even mean? How do you live? You’d taken a vow of chastity before this whole thing happened. Your best friend Octavia was a fae, and when you told her about your situation, she’d laughed. She’d held her stomach laughing, and that ignited a wierd sort of fire in you. You… you wanted her. You just needed a small taste of her, just a little bit.

Raven Reyes

federal agent!au

Former partner, former lovers. Brought together once again to find a serial killer that everyone thought had died, Raven included. This was the case that caused both your professional and personal split. This is the first time you two see each other after the split and neither of you know what to expect. Thankfully, all you two have time to talk about is the case… at first.

Sam Winchester

assassin!au

You get your ass kicked by a six foot something guy only to find out he got the wrong guy. He apologizes and the CIA promises to pay for your medical bills and offer some spending money as well. You accept the apologies and the CIA’s monetary promises. You think nothing of it… until it happens again. Sam Winchester kicked your ass again and this time, he’s flat-out embarrassed. You wake up the next day in a comfortable bed, with the sweet smell of pancakes wafting into your nose. Damn it, Sam Winchester. What is going on?

Scott McCall

spy!au

‘You’re my new roommate and you’re friendly and snarky and normal most of the time but where do you go almost every other night and what do you do that has you crawling back through our window with blood-splattered clothes when you think I’m asleep that’s seriously disturbing and I’d ask but I’m honestly afraid you’d have to kill me if you told me even if I promise not to tell anyone else… guess I’ll just have to follow you next time and see how that goes’

(@stetervault)

Spike

criminal!au (part 2 of ‘i won’t tell if you don’t’)

Spike’s presence in your office has become a regular occurrence. Seems like he somehow knows all of these crime lords and to be frank, you don’t want to know how. This time you’re dealing with the mob that Spike, along with someone else you know, was a part of.

domestic!au

He comes home to you after a long day of work and you run him a hot bath. He, of course, begs you to join him and you, of course, happily oblige. He tells you about his day while you rub his back. He demands to return the favor, but of course he yawns about ten times while protesting.

Stefan Salvatore

neighbours!au

Your neighbour was a famous chef, and you couldn’t even make macaroni. It was kind of pathetic. Okay, you burnt your mac and cheese three times, it was really pathetic. For your last attempt, you perform the most rare trick: you set off your fire alarm. And, of course, Mr. Chef, also known as Stefan Salvatore (accent mark on the E), decides to pop by your apartment just in time to witness your latest magic trick. A stupid smile plays on his lips as he tries not to laugh while inviting you to his apartment for some dinner.

Steve Rogers

kal ho naa ho!au

You have terminal cancer. You’ve been diagnosed recently, and you’re dealing with it as best you can for the sake of those around you. You’re smiling, you’re making the most of the time you have left, you’re dancing, you’re singing. You rent an apartment with your good friend Natasha: the apartment is close to your childhood home. The one thing that you didn’t account for when planning your last few months was the tall blonde hunk that had just moved in the house next to yours: Steve Rogers. You didn’t think you’d fall in love with the same man that your best friend fell for. You didn’t think he’d fall in love with you.

Stiles Stilinski

You’re up late, tired of researching the upcoming terror that Beacon Hills has to offer, and Stiles decides to stop by and check up on you. You were always shy around him, but this time things fell right into place. Maybe it’s the fact that you hadn’t slept in 72 hours or maybe it’s the fact that you feel a rush of adrenaline every time Stiles smiles at you or brushes your hair out of your face.