#it’s Lockwood trying SO HARD to keep everything together!!

[francesderwent]

my brother and I both finished the books and now we are back to the show for a second watch and, my friends, I am losing it.

#episode two is SO beloved!!!!!!!! #it’s just them!!!! bumping up against one another and learning to be there for one another! #it’s EVERYTHING to me #Lucy screaming for Lockwood outside the burning house #George frantically worried for him #a very beaten up and disheveled Lockwood coming home and asking for a particular meal and saying he’ll love George forever #it’s the girls are funny about baths scene!! #it’s Lucy running into Lockwood’s room when she sees a ghost and cowering next to him and SWEARING she didn’t make it up #because nobody believed her nobody trusted her before #it’s the three of them taking on a ghost together for the first time!! #it’s Lucy knowing how to get George on her side against Lockwood and the two of them side by side standing up to him! like he needs!! #it’s Lucy with her hand on Lockwood’s face Lockwood saying they need to stop NOW #it’s Lockwood standing up for her in the library #it’s Lockwood trying SO HARD to keep everything together!! #it’s George and Lucy eating Italian food (pizza) and sharing bits of their past #it’s George saying she has nowhere else to go I don’t think you should fire her!! #it’s Lockwood APOLOGIZING and telling Lucy they need her because she’s Lucy Carlyle PLEASE STAY #it’s the three of them working in perfect unison to drive out the impostor from their home #and Lockwood LAUGHING when he finds out Lucy didn’t listen to him #Cate liveblogs! #it’s such a homey episode!!!!!!!!! #cate watches l&c

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We need you

Request by @superpositvecloudshipper : lockwood x fem!reader × Lucy where they all have a heated make out session after a hard case that leads to maybe more...

Things this fic includes: They dom the reader, this is a smut for angst. I have never writes for a male x female x reader so I hope this turned out okay.

Warnings: Smut, dom couples, female receiving, the use of good girl. Spelling mistakes

“Son is bitch.” You whispered to yourself as you stretched out your body. Everything hurt and was cramping. There were a few times where cases go as bad as this one, and you came home wanting to sink in a whole and never come out. It wasn’t like you couldn’t handle yourself but on top of everything it somehow ended up with your team saving you.

You shook your head trying not to think about it anymore and you changed into your pjs. Tonight you picked shorts with hearts and a shirt that was soft a thin. It was really comfortable and you needed anything you could get. Looking at yourself in the mirror and brushed your hair, you looked like a wreak.

“Baby, you dressed?” You hear your girlfriend call from down the few steps of your shared room. You and Lucy used to share the room together, then the both of you and Anthony started dating so you changed rooms almost every night.

“Yeah, come in.” Your voice soft and quiet. You were drained and they could hear it in your voice. You saw Lucy walk up and Anthony following behind her. Feeling guilty, you looked away from their faces and looked at yourself. “Do you need anything?” You asked.

You saw them move closer and then right behind you, lucy placed her head onto of yours and threw her hands around your shoulders. You look up at her through the mirror and saw almost a pout, her face so soft and sweet. “We are just checking up on you, you didn’t say much on the ride home. And after.”

You sighed and looked down, the brush in your hand stopped and was placed on the dresses in front of you. “I just- I’m fine.” Pushing down any emotion that almost came out and tried to cover it. They saw right through you.

“I don’t think so.” You felt your chin being moved and your head turned to the side and that’s when your eyes met Anthonys. “We know you better, darling. Tell us what’s wrong.” His voice held so much care.

“I feel guilty, okay? I almost blew the case and then you had to save me- It just seems like I keep getting more useless.” Tearing up, and your voice cracked. You feel embarrassed and ashamed but it was true. In the passed few months you had put the team at risk.

“Don’t you dare think that.” Lucy spoke and put her head in your shoulder and her hands moved down to your waist. “You have saved us more times then we can count, you’re not useless. You are our beautiful girlfriend with such a soft soul, and a smart brain.” You chuckled as she kissed your head repeatedly.

“There’s that smile.” Anthony spoke with a smile. “That beautiful smile.” His hand reacted up to your cheek and rubbed the skin with his thump. His eyes looked down at you and you felt a slight tension when he flicked down to your lips. “We need you so much, let us show you how much.”

He leaned down and kissed your lips and you felt him sigh against your lips. While he moved along with your lips you felt lucy trail kisses on your neck. The arms she had around you tightened and you felt her body temperature get warmer. You moaned into his mouth when she sucked on the perfect spot.

“You okay with this?” Pulling himself back to make sure you were okay, they needed your permission. “Yes.” You grabbed his hand and nodded your head. Heat rises up in your cheeks and go slightly shy as they focused themselves on you.

The lead you back to the bed, it was Lucys because hers was the bigger one but it was also so soft. You looked at lucy and kissed her while you both sat down and lockwood ran his hands up your body. “I love you.” Lucy whisper against your lips and it made you smile. You whisper back to her, your hands going to her waist and down to the button on her jeans.

She grabbed your hands and pulled them away. “This is about you.” You blushed and huffed. “You need pleasure to.” Trying to make a point but your face was grabbed again as lockwood pulled you to him. “This is about you, now don’t get a attitude.” You swollen under his gaze. He only uses that voice when you got punished or he needed to make a point.

“Okay, I understand.” You accepted your fate. Lucy pushed you back onto the mattress and brushed the hair from your forehead, “Good girl.” You felt butterflies in your stomach from the nickname. This night was about you and for them to praise you, show you how much they loved you.

Lucy looked and lockwood and the seems to be thinking the same thing. Who was going to get where? Lucy smiled and pecked his lips, “You better make her feel good.” She smiled and teased him. Lockwood rolled his eyes playfully and moves down to the end of the bed and strokes his hand up your legs.

“Lets get that shirt off you.” Lucy tugged at your shirt and you followed to lift up your arms to get off the thin shirt. The slightly cold air hit your chest and you felt a little cold. Your nibbles already hard and pointed up. “So pretty.” She cupped your breast in her hands and gave them a few squeezes before running her fingers over the nibbles.

You closed your eyes as let out a quiet moan of pleasure. Lockwood smirked and decided it was his moment and pulled your shorts down to your ankles. You gasped and looked down at him and found him with that smirk. “She was having too much fun.” Of course.

He took the shorts off completely and you lifted your hips for him to get the last layer off and then you were completely nude. You finally realize that it was only you who was nude under their eyes and it got you embarrassed. But before you could close your legs Anthony’s hands stop them and his grip is was hard. “To perfect to try and hide.” You looked up Lucy and she agreed with him.

Five minutes later they had you a complete mess you didn’t care about being nude. You just wanted more.

“Fuck.” You whined and moved your hips. His fingers entered in and out at a fast pace. It was so good. While he tended to your pussy, lucy was laying beside you and rubbing your chest and giving your neck kisses.

“Look at her, Anthony. She’s such a mess.” Lucy teased as she wiped the tears off your cheek. The boy looked up with a smirk, “You should see her down here, she’s leaking so much.” You pouted a bit and huffed, they loved to make you embarrassed. Lucy kisses up your neck and then to your cheek, “Such a good girl for us. So pretty and perfect when you cry.” You looked up at her with almost puppy eyes, according to her.

She wanted to coo at you, “You wanna cum? Then why don’t you cum on his fingers for us.” You couldn’t decline because you were so close to cumming.

“Come on my fingers.” He breathy demanded as he picked up his speed. You cried out and closed your eyes and arched your back at him hitting the right spot repeatedly. Lucy watched your face crunch up and how you looked so cute when you got just the smallest stimulated.

She was wet herself and wanted nothing more then have you eat her out. How could you be so cute a sexy at the same time? And the way Anthony fucked you with his fingers got her excited for his cock as well.

Your hands reached onto Lucy’s waist to cling onto her for support as you felt your body about to come undone. They both watched you twitch and the squeal that came from your mouth as your pussy clinched around his fingers.

“That’a girl.” Anthony praised you as he pulled out his fingers and they were coved in your cum. You catch your breath and took a moment to gain yourself back. Opening your eyes you watched Lucy move to lockwood and lick his fingers clean.

Lockwood looked down at her with desire because it was sexy to watch. She was sucking on his fingers just to taste you. “We both need you my, darling.” He looked back at you. Lucy looked at you and finished with his fingers.

“So delicious.”

#lockwood & co #lockwood smut #anthony lockwood x reader #anthony lockwood #anthony lockwood x fem!reader #anthony lockwood smut #smut #lockwood and co smut #lucy carlyle #Lucy carlyle x reader #Lucy carlyle smut #lockwood x reader x Lucy #lockwood x lucy x reader #lockwood and co x reader #poly lockwood and co

[pinkcherryblossom18]

lockwood x reader where reader is part of kipps team and they annoy eachother. after bone glass, they quit kipps team and join lockwood and co.

Sorry, this is so late and if it sucks, I just wasn't really feeling it.

TW: Nothing

You leaned against the dusty wall, regretting your decision only seconds later when a spider caught your vision but it wasn't close and this was better to watch from a distance. You knew you would hear it from Kipps later, he would whine and complain that you weren't acting as a part of a team when you didn't feel like joining in on his and the other's little hobby.

After the altercation, you found yourself almost feeling bad for Bobby, the humiliation that Karim had put him through enough to make you cringe from just watching it. Though, in the end, you found yourself amused and feeling a twinge of respect for the other boy, having done his research in a way that you were sure Bobby was now going to try.

They all left after, the deal being held above both of the leaders' heads and you had a sneaking suspicion that it wasn't going to be your team who was going to win. It was selfish, you knew that but you weren't trained to lose, weren't trained to be a part of the losing team and you sure as hell weren't going to be grouped with a team of them as well despite not even being a part of this stupid bet.

You eyed the others, looking over at Lockwood, Karim, and Carlyle as they all looked at each other with faces full of doubt excluding Lockwood who looked more confident than ever. "Well things have just gotten interesting, have they not?" You said, watching as the three-man group all jumped at your voice, forgetting that you were even there.

They looked at you with questioning faces, all looking at each other with confusion and it was Karim that had spoken first. "What do you want?"He asked, his voice trimmed with an edge that made you want to laugh.

You raided your hand and started to play with your fingernails, looking over them in a stunt of fake boredom but when you were done with the little show, you looked at them with dire determination. "I want to join your little pity party," you said simply, shrugging the request off of you like it was something not so stupid.

A laugh came from Lockwood and you snapped your gaze to him. "Are you mad? You have to be."

"I don't like to lose and after all of that, I know you don't like to either." You pushed off of the wall and walked to him, watching as the others tensed as you came closer. "I can get you things and find out more than you and your books ever could. I have information that you could even hope to get a glance on at the palm of my hand and all I have to say is please to get it." You watched as he changed emotions quickly, each one going through him so quickly that you could barely keep up with them. "But I'll make this short: I don't like to lose and you will let me join," you said.

A surprised scoff came from him, he was now trying to cover his shock with an air of calm but it wasn't working in his favor. "What makes you think that I'll let you join?" He asked but you could practically hear the cogs turning in his brain as he thought everything through.

A laugh came through you at that, he clearly had put something into his cup this morning that was still affecting him now. "Didn't I just say that and you seem to be more thorough than Kipps. He gets cocky, slips up and it doesn't help that he's losing it."

It must have been hard for Lockwood to look even more surprised but he had managed to successfully. "What do you mean?" He asked.

"Piece it together Lockwood." You ran your eyes over the rest of the group before nodding your goodbye to them. "I'll see you all tomorrow, fresh and early," you said, turning around and ignoring and relishing in the eyes glued to your back as you left.

#anthony lockwood #anthony lockwood x reader

[themetaphorgirl]

Jessica has been trying so hard to keep everything together after the loss of her parents, especially when it comes to caring for her little brother. But twelve is so young to carry that much weight, and when Anthony gets sick she's afraid that she can't protect him the way he deserves.

I wrote this for whumptober day 20 (for the prompt blanket) and turns out I love writing little Anthony and Jessica. He’s so cute and so precocious and so SAD. (He’s six and Jessica is twelve, so it’s right after their parents died).

let me know what you think!!

#lockwood and co #lockwood and co fanfiction #Anthony Lockwood #Jessica Lockwood #kid Lockwood #I love a tragic backstory #whump #whumptober 2023 #Caitlin writes things #kidfic #Lockwood and co spoilers

[backtothestart02]

Something New - 1/1 | clawen fanfiction

A/N: Had a super cute clawen dream last night and so felt inspired to write one of my one-shot ideas I came up with a week or so ago. Hope y'all enjoy.

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Synopsis: Post FK - Owen, Claire and Maisie adjust to their new dynamic.

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It was a long drive back to Owen’s unfinished cabin. A quiet one mostly, but words didn’t need to be said. Maisie was content to watch the landscape unfold outside her windows, and Owen reached across the console to hold Claire’s hand. It startled her somewhat, given where they’d been before the start of all this, but she didn’t flinch. They had just risked their necks for each other back at the Lockwood mansion. And she had kissed him, after all.

The three of them stepped outside of the truck once they reached the property and stood there looking at the frame of a house. It was dejavu for Claire and Owen, who were finding it somewhat hard to believe how far they’d come since they’d last been here. Maisie spoke first.

“Is this where you live?”

The question as directed at Owen, as it always was. Claire smiled faintly, waiting for him to respond.

“It’s where we’re going to live, all three of us.”

He said it so confidently that it nearly stole Claire’s breath, but she knew there’d been unspoken communication between Owen and herself. They were going to take care of Maisie together. They’d raise her and keep her hidden from anybody trying to find her. That also meant though, they’d be skipping over trying to date each other again. They were just…together, in every sense of the word. And for now, that meant doing everything they could to be everything Maisie needed.

It was about Maisie, not them. Sort of.

Maisie tilted her head to the side.

“But there are no walls…or roof…or doors.”

Owen chuckled.

“Good observation, kid. Can you tell me what that is over there?” He pointed into the distance, his home away from home until his cabin was finished.

“A trailer?”

“Very good.”

“That’s where we’ll be living, Maisie. Until Owen and I can finish his cabin.”

Owen gave her an intriguing look.

“Oh, you’re going to help me build my cabin?” he asked, teasingly.

She rolled her eyes, but she was smiling.

“It’ll be the end of the year if we let you do it by yourself.” She held out her hand for Maisie to take. “Come on, Maisie. Let’s see if Owen left any food for us in his little trailer.”

“Hey, now, that is a state-of-the-art trailer!” He called after them. “Good condition too!”

“But does it have food?” Claire called back, shaking her head when Owen only muttered something she couldn’t understand.

And so the next week went by with Claire tending to Maisie on and off, as well as doing some shopping – food, building supplies, etc. – and helping Owen build his cabin. They made a great deal of progress working together, but they didn’t talk much unless it was about Maisie. They stayed focused on the task at hand.

It was a few more days before Owen prompted Claire for more than that.

“So, I’ve been thinking,” he said between hammering.

“Yeah?” she asked, doing her own share of hammering.

“What are you gonna do with your place back in the city? I mean, are you gonna stay here with us.”

“I’m not going anywhere, Owen.”

“Well, that’s great and all, Claire, but you must have rent and all your stuff back at your place. You can’t just let it…sit there.”

She sighed and paused.

“You want me to go?”

“Hey, no, I don’t want you to go. Not permanently. But…” He shrugged. “Take care of your business, and then come back to us. You can take the truck, maybe fill up the gas a time or two.” He flashed a subtle smile at her.

She rolled her eyes and smiled.

“Okay. Just a couple days, then I’ll be back.” She glanced over her shoulder at Maisie watching them curiously.

“We’ll be fine,” Owen assured her. “She’ll be fine.”

Claire’s smile was a little more forced this time, but she nodded and started descending her ladder. She squatted so she was on Maisie’s level.

“I’m gonna go.”

“Shopping again?” Maisie asked curiously.

Claire shook her head.

“I need to go back to my apartment, get everything packed up and taken care of, and then I’ll be back. It’ll just be a few short days.” She lowered her voice. “Think you can watch over Owen for me?”

Maisie nodded confidently, smiling.

Claire smiled in return.

“That’s my girl.”

She stroked her hair softly and pressed a kiss to the top of her head.

“I’ll be back.”

True to her word, Claire was back a few days later with some extra money in her pocket after selling the bigger ticket items in her apartment and a truck full of smaller things, things they’d need and mementos of things she didn’t want to forget, a picture frame with her and her sister in it, things of that nature.

Maisie actually ran and hugged her when she got back, which was a pleasant surprise, since Claire had only seen her act so affectionately towards Owen.

“Hey, I said I’d be back.”

“We missed you,” Owen said, walking towards them. His eyes lowered to her lips, but he didn’t do what he wanted to in that moment. Mostly because of Maisie, but also because they hadn’t kissed since that night in the Lockwood mansion, and he was afraid she’d reject him.

“Well, I’m back.” She smiled, letting silence hang after she’d spoken the words. “I thought I could just keep most of my stuff in the truck until there’s space to put it someplace else.”

Owen nodded.

“Sounds like a plan. Food’s inside,” he said.

“Oh?”

“He’s been cooking,” Maisie informed her.

“Well, color me intrigued. Let’s check it out.”

Maisie took her hand and led her into the trailer where food awaited in the little kitchen.

Later that evening when Maisie was asleep, Owen approached Claire digging around in the truck for some of her belongings. Maybe some clothes, he guessed, but there was no harm in asking.

“I thought you were going to keep your stuff in the truck for a while,” he said, his hand practically hovering over her ass sticking out of the open door. If it had been a year ago, he would’ve smacked or grabbed it playfully, but he didn’t know where they stood right now. Not really. So he retracted the thought and his hand.

“Just getting some clothes.”

She jumped out of the truck with a bag in her arms partially unzipped. Owen spotted some lace and reached for it.

“Ooo, what’s this?”

“Owen!” She tried to reach for the garment, but it was out of reach as soon as he’d snatched it from her bag.

“I remember this bra. I remember taking it off of you.”

Her cheeks flushed bright red.

“Yes, well, that was another time.” She managed to reach it and stuff it back in her bag. “It’s not like that anymore. We’re not-”

“We’re not?” he asked, and she thought she heard a sad tone to his voice.

She avoided eye contact.

“The priority now is Maisie, not us.” She tried to move past him, but he caught her arm.

“Uh-uh, not so fast.”

Her eyes fastened to his, and she couldn’t move.

“You feel a responsibility to Maisie, and I understand that. I do too. But this is about more than just protecting and raising a 10-year-old, who just so happens to be a replica of Lockwood’s daughter.”

“It is?”

“You kissed me, Claire. And I know you meant it.”

“I…” She didn’t know what to say. She had meant it, but it had also been a device to get him to go save Maisie at the time. It had all been for Maisie.

“You still have feelings for me. Admit it.” He sighed when she didn’t respond. “We’re not in a van on the side of the road anymore, and obviously I’m fine with you driving my truck.”

She scoffed. “Owen.”

“I love you, Claire.”

Her eyes went wide.

“I know I didn’t say it when we were together, and neither did you, but you should know that’s how I feel. I want us to be together again – not just raising Maisie as pseudo parents, which is a big job in and of itself. But together. You know?”

Claire hesitated, then dropped her bag, grabbed his face and kissed him.

“I want that too, Owen,” she said when they parted.

“Oh, yeah?” he asked, teasingly. “Well now we’re talking that.”

She rolled her eyes and smiled.

“Come on. There’s another bag in there you can help me take in.”

She started to walk away, so he smacked her behind before she could get too far, and she yelped.

“Owen!” She yell-whispered.

He shrugged innocently.

“If we’re together…?”

She laughed and shook her head.

“Come on.”

Grinning from ear to ear, he grabbed the second bag, locked up the truck and followed her into the trailer. Luckily there was a partition between the bed and the makeshift couch where Maisie was sleeping, and Owen took that opportunity to kiss her some more until finally Claire pushed him away.

“She’ll hear!” she insisted.

“Then be quiet,” he mumbled, yanking her towards him again and kissing her some more. “I like the way you taste.”

Claire whimpered at that remark, going weak in the knees. She would never survive his little remarks and living with a 10-year-old not too far away. Not if they were going to be a real couple again.

But she succumbed for just a few seconds to the giddy feeling threatening to overwhelm her.

“I do taste pretty damn good,” she said.

“Hell yeah you do,” he agreed, with a grunt.

The sound turned her on and made her want to strip herself naked right then. But they heard Maisie rustling in her sleep, and that put a halt to everything.

“We’ll find a solution to this,” Owen said.

Claire smiled slyly and removed his hand from her ass, kissing him once more quickly.

“We better.”

#clawen #clawen fanfiction #backtothestart02 fanfiction #something new #oneshot #post fk

[prettytragcdies]

mun questions! 5, 7, 11, 12, 14.

5. is there a muse you really want to try? if yes: what’s stopping you?

I'm officially writing Lauren Colby from the original Dynasty now, despite the fact that only like me, myself, and I even know who she is, so let's see. I wish that I could write some of my other favorite characters from various shows like Judith Ryland from the reboot of DALLAS, Edie Britt from Desperate Housewives, Julie Cooper from The O.C., etc. I just don't think I could find their voice well enough to keep them in character and write them the way they deserve to be written. I've had to learn the hard way that just because I love a character a whole lot, it doesn't necessarily mean I would be any good at writing them. Then there's also the unfortunate fact that a lot of my favorite shows are ones people from today either don't know anything about or simply just don't write for, but ah well.

I also super duper lowkey want to write an OC Vampire Diaries muse who would be Tyler Lockwood's sister, but that's only because the actress who played Carol Lockwood is back on The Young and the Restless.

7. describe your favorite relationship dynamic. (can be any kind, platonic, romantic, familial, antagonistic, etc.)

That's easy. My favorite relationship dynamic of all time will forever be familial. Mothers and daughters are probably at the tip top of my list, followed closely by fathers and daughters, siblings, etc. Romantic relationships would probably come in second place after all of that, and it's even more fun when the romantic ones eventually turn into new little families. Yeah. I don't know why. I just very much enjoy writing any and all aspects of family.

11. describe your ideal outcome/endgame for the muse you are currently writing. if you are a multimuse blog: do this for your current favorite muse, or the muse of the last reply you posted.

Scarlett Eleanor Ewing is my favorite and the one whose life I have most planned out, so I guess I'll do this one for her. Being married isn't a part of her life she can picture, but the more years I write her, the more I want to see her trying to navigate an actual marriage. So yeah, I guess my ideal endgame would be for her to be either President or Vice President of Ewing Global and either married or divorced with at least one child. I want her to be happy and healthy, despite everything I've put her through to get to that point lol. She's still hella confident and entitled, but some things aren't ever going to change, no matter what.

12. what roleplay trends do you remember from the year you started tumblr rp? how did you feel about those trends?

You know you're officially getting old when you don't even remember but like one or two of the trends from that year. I feel like it was 2011 or sometime around then, and groups were where it was at back then. I joined a small handful, and they were okay. Just like everything else, they had their fair share of pros and cons. I also remember people used gifs more than they did icons back in those days, and I didn't mind that part at all. Sometimes it can be more fun to use gifs, as long as they aren't huge and stretch all the way across your reply, especially when you're scrolling through on a mobile dashboard.

14. which roleplay community has been your favorite to write in?

I know everyone is probably expecting me to say DALLAS, and while it certainly is one of my favorites, I also need to give a shoutout to the soap opera world. I made so many friends in that genre back in the day, some of which I'm still in close contact with today. We've just had so much fun together over the years, and tbh it's part of the reason why I've had so much muse for Lauren Colby and Serenity Scorpio lately. One of my old friends lured me back to RP.ME ( a.k.a. MySpace 2.0 ), and I've officially fallen back down the rabbit hole(s).

#x.| we'll probably have take three ( ooc ) #mischiefxmanagcd

[hatsunerandal]

part ten of my playlist analysis!!

part 1 <;- part 2 &lt;- part 3 <- part 4 <- part 5 &lt;- part 6 <- part 7 <- part 8 <- part 9 <- right back in we go

stained glass and colorful tears - pierce the veil THE DIFFERENCE IN VIBES FROM THIS ONE AND THE LAST ONE IS SO FUNNY anyway. itd be funnier if lucy was american but i will stand by my lucy loves ptv hc.

careless whisper - george michael real ones have already heard this BUT THIS IS LITERALLY LOCKWOODS SONG CMON BRO HE LOVES IT SM HES LIKE IN THE KITCHEN ON LUCYS FIRST MORNING AT L&CO AND IS LIKE PUTTING ON ENTIRE PERFORMANCE USING A SPATULA AS A MIC CMON ITS SO FUNNY. hopelessly devoted to you - olivia newton john ok this one is a lucy george duo performance they both love this song sm and george absolutely can hit all the high notes. never ending summer - wes reeve RHRFHFHFHF FLUFFY SUMMER VIBES IN THE COUNTRYSIDE THEYRE JUST GOIN ON BIKERIDES AND PCINICS SOBS SCRESMS CREISA. to build a home - the cinematic orchestra, patrick watson shes reading to him in the library <3. could you love me while i hate myself - zeph the song fits the vibe less so but the lyrics are literally lockwood!!!!1!!!!11 stuck on us - claire rosinkranz, aidan bissett i am stuck on THEM theyre eating away at my brain fr. repeat until death - novo amor eepy library vibes (can u tell its my favorite vibe). sweet nothing - taylor swift lockwood is a taylor swift girly you can fight me on this. but yea this is more of him looking at lucy like <33. oceans - seafret oops angst now. lucy feels like theres oceans between them because lockwood is so refined and put together (or so she thinks until she hears him begging winkman to kill him) and shes so,,, not. she thinks shes messy, she thinks shes unprofessional and unfit for this job. stay live - jose gonzalez 'we'll do whatever just to stay alive' feels so lucy and george being the only things keeping lockwood alive. you wouldnt like me - sleeping at last RHRHFHFHFHFHFHFH lockwood feeling like if he shows lucy the real him she'll leave just like everyone else he just. hes so scared of being abandoned (me too homie). wildfire - seafret theyre so painfully in love i love them i love them i lvoe them eating drywall ilove them. hate to be lame - lizzie mcalpine, finneas lucy trying to deny her feelings for lockwood because/???? lockwood???? rteally??? tythat stuck up suit-and-tie wearing bastard?? LOCKWOOD???? type beat. glitch - taylor swift lockwood taylor swift girly agenda is spreading. this one feels relatively self explanatory? cognitive dissonance - sophie holohan 'get too close, build a wall' ok lockwood pack it up. summer 2019 - caroline culver feels like fight vibes. not a breakup fight but definitely a fight. sleep deprivation - chance pena lockwood insomniac part 769984580386. reckless driving - lizzie mcalpine, ben kessler this one is so close to being taken off the playlist actually i just. idk i need help deciding it doesnt feel right. did i make you up - half alive hes so confused because lucy is so??? perfect??? in his life???? impossible he has a hard time trying to figure out if shes real or not just because shes so perfect. agape - bears den lockwood song thats it thats the tweet yes i already make this joke bear with me. state of mind - sod ven more lockwood religious trauma methinks hahahahahahhahahahahahha. hot tea - half alive its even better since they all love tea sm. theyre so soft and fuzzy i love them sm. christmas kids - roar this one os very lucy centric/book lucy centric. its her sister (mary i believe?) watching her leave that tiny town and finally get rid of everything in it. WE'RE FINALLY FUCKING DONE THAT TOOK SO LONG </333

#lockwood and co #locklyle #lucy carlyle #anthony lockwood #george karim

[hawkinsuniversity]

𝐭𝐲𝐥𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐰𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐚 - 𝐳 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭

pairing : tyler lockwood x reader

warnings : 18+ POST THAT INCLUDES SMUT and just overall filth

a - aftercare

after sex tyler likes to lay on his back with you on his chest as the two of you talk

b - bodypart

ass. this is tyler we are talking about. it is not hard to understand why he loves your ass, which leads to the occasional slaps or grabs. no matter how many glares you send him he knows that you secretly love it.

c - cum

he usually likes to pull out at the last minute and cum on your stomach.

d - dirty secret

tyler’s dirty secret is that he has a huge daddy kink. it started when you called him it as a joke and it really turned him on so you did it again and again until it stuck. 

e - experience 

this is tyler we are talking about. of course he is experienced. he has done it all, however, it has never really bothered you. 

f - favourite position

doggy style. when having sex tyler loves seeing your ass jiggle as he thrusts into you.

g - goofy

tyler is not very goofy during sex, however, afterwards he tends to crack a lot of dirty jokes that always make you laugh

h - hair

being a werewolf tyler can get very hairy so he usually keeps himself extremely well groomed down there, especially considering how often you guys have sex. 

i - intimacy

whether it is fast and rough or slow and gentle, sex with tyler is always extremely intimate.

j - jack off

tyler jacks off a lot more than you think. even though you have sex at least three times a day he is still a werewolf and extremely horny 24/7. 

k - kink

he has a huge marking kink. he loves giving you hickeys and bite marks in bed so that when you go out the next morning other guys will see that you are taken.

l - location

his bed. even though tyler is pretty much down to do it anywhere he simply prefers doing it in his bedroom. 

m - motivation

tyler gets horny over everything. even something as simple as wearing leggings will get him hard.

n - no

tyler is pretty much down for anything. threesomes, s&m... whatever. there is practically nothing he will say no to.

o - oral

tyler loves oral. especially when you are the one giving it to him. he loves it when you give him a blow job and you try to do it at least once a day. of course he returns the favour and very eagerly too.

p - pace

rough and fast. usually when you have sex it is very rough, fast and kinky however every once in a while you will take things a little bit slower for something more intimate and personal. 

q - quickie 

tyler is down for a quickie anytime. even if both of you have to be out the door in a couple minutes he will take advantage of the spare time.

r - risk

tyler takes a lot of risk when it comes to sex as long as you are comfortable with it. you are both constantly trying new things in the bedroom.

s - stamina

tyler has high stamina. he can go at least 4 - 6 rounds without getting tired. being a werewolf does that and you are not complaining. 

t - toy

tyler is willing to use toys in the bedroom & he has. things like vibrators are often used when straying away from the normal routine. 

u - unfair

tyler is a huge tease. he will suck and nip and your thighs before eating you out and it drives you mad. he will only give you what you want after begging for him.

v - volume

loud. no matter who is around both you and tyler are extremely loud during sex.

w - wild card

you and tyler often have threesomes. 99% of the time with women but every once in a while you can convince him to let a man in there. 

x - x-ray

average sized length but veryy thick.

y - yearning

again, tyler is horny all the time. it does not matter where you are. tyler is always ready to pin you to a wall and take you right there.

z - zzz

he would like to fall asleep right after sex but he always wants to talk to you first. you will usually lie on his chest and tell him about your day before the two of you fall asleep together.

#tyler lockwood #tylerlockwood #tyler lockwood x reader #tylerlockwoodxreader #tyler #lockwood #lockwood family #tyler lockwood imagine #tyler lockwood headcanon #TVD #tvdtyler #tvdtylerlockwood #tylertvd #vampire diaries #the vampire diaries #the vampire diaries headcannon #the vampire diaries imagine #vampire diaries headcanon #vampire diaries imagine #vampire diaries tyler #the vampire diaries tyler #ty lockwood #a-z smut #lockwoodtyler

[thewitchandtheassassin]

What Would An Angel Say, The Devil Wants to Know Part Four (Lena Luthor x Reader)

(Part One) (Part Two) (Part Three)

Summary: Why can’t you learn to control your emotions?

Words: 1576

Warnings: Language, angst, talks of violence.

Taglist:  @natasharomanoffswife @natasha-danvers @aaron-despair @username23345 @xjiasx @nowthisisliving27 @higherfurther-romanova @summergeezburr @marvels-writings @onlyafewfindtheway @captain-josslett @hayleyokami​ @aznblossom​

A/N: So I did a thing. And here we are.

-X-

Planning a demise wasn't terribly time consuming when someone like Lockwood was helping. Dastardly and vile, his ideas were straight to the point as you discussed your options. While you couldn't outright end the human's life with your own hands, he was quick to point out the most effective options that even a great angel like Lena couldn't stop. Cars were too uncertain and, while the elevator had been a good touch, something like that was too preventable.

"You need quick. Abrupt. No possible room for survival," Ben advised, sunglasses obscuring his face despite having no need for them as he eyed the blonde strolling briskly past you, none the wiser of your existences.

"True, but we have to be smart," you added, glancing around in search of Lena's tell: her "heavenly" glimmer.

"Yes, yes, I know. Your little angel is cunning but I think you give her too much credit," Ben replied, his eyes undoubtedly rolling as he sneered at the humans walking along.

Snorting, you jabbed your dagger into his side, ignoring his hiss of pain or the way he swatted at your hand. "No, I'm just not arrogant enough to underestimate her."

Your eyes strayed back to Kara as she slipped back into her office building and then - only then - did you seem the shine of the angel that often haunted your thoughts. The cretins of the earth couldn't see her but you could, her dark locks fluttering in the wind as she gazed back at you pleadingly.

Pieces of you hated her. Truly. Deeply. You would bear marks for the rest of eternity because of her.

But in the same token, you couldn't deny that your memories with her often left your stomach twisted in knots as you reminisced over the smile that made your heart ache. It hurt, remembering how things had once been. Before you were forced to fight with her; fight for your life.

You could see Lena's expression shift the moment it dawned on her who was standing beside you. The way her eyes narrowed and her lips pursed, defiantly glaring at the smug demon beside you.

"Uh oh. I think your little angel recognizes me," Ben cackled, fingers curled into a taunting wave.

Snarling your lip, you growled, "She's not my angel, you ass. Now shut up before I cut your fucking tongue out."

Ben clicked his tongue disapprovingly. "Testy, testy, (Y/N). Such a killjoy."

Cutting your eyes at him, your grip tightened on your dagger. "Shut. The. Fuck. Up."

You glanced back over to the building, but Lena was nowhere to be seen.

-X-

Querl studied his ward curiously, occasionally reading whatever Nia was writing though his stare always returned to the woman he was sent to protect. She was so entrancing and for once in his existence, Querl wished to be human again. If only for a day.

So enthralled by Nia, he didn't notice Lena's presence until her voice startled him off the desk he'd been perched on.

"Gods, Lena, you scared me!" he yelped, clutching his chest as he stared at the openly bothered woman.

"Maybe if you had been paying attention to your surroundings and not gawking, you would've noticed me," Lena scolded, though her words held no real bite to them.

"You seem troubled." Querl's brows furrowed together worriedly. "Are you okay?"

Shaking her head, Lena snagged her bottom lip between her teeth before sighing. "No. Complications have arisen and I'm unsure of what's going to happen."

"What complications?"

Peering over at Kara's messy desk, her nostrils flared slightly. "It appears (Y/N) has been given a helper. Lockwood."

Inhaling sharply, Querl's eyes flitted between Nia and Kara. "What should we do?"

"Be watchful. And careful. (Y/N) might have once been a friend but with Lockwood here, we must be vigilant or they'll both be dead before we can stop it."

It was difficult, accepting your new role in her life. Mortal enemies instead of teasing rivals you'd once been. Friends no longer, especially if you were willing to work with him.

A monster in every sense of the word.

"If she's working with him, you need to be careful. This seems way more personal than just an assignment," Querl advised sagely. "I want to believe it isn't but I can't imagine Ben will let this finish without trying to end you. Or having her try to kill you, to prove herself."

Your punishment had been no secret, most of the guardians far too aware of what your friendship with Lena had left you with, the bad blood thick and the scars deep.

"(Y/N) wouldn't..."

"Maybe the old (Y/N) wouldn't but now? Everything is different, Lena. You must accept that. Putting too much faith in her could cost us everything."

Swallowing dryly, the angel nodded. He was right...

She just wished he wasn't.

-X-

"We could always send a helicopter crashing into the building," Ben mused, scratching his chin thoughtfully. "If that didn't kill the human, surely the building collapsing would."

"That would kill too many others," you argued, resisting the urge to pinch the bridge of your nose. "We're supposed to be discreet. Dropping a building on a bunch of them definitely wouldn't be discreet."

Lockwood shrugged, completely unbothered by his suggestion. "The human must die. At least we'd know for sure she was dead. Plus Querl's little charge is up there. Two sad, pathetic birds. One mighty stone."

"Not a chance, Woody, pick a new idea."

Ben sneered. He hated that nickname and you knew it, only using it to get under his skin. "Fine."

Smirking at his obvious annoyance, you peered up at the sky absently, noting the darkening clouds. You couldn't remember life as a human (if you'd ever been one to begin with) but you almost wished you could if only to feel the rain on your skin. It seemed like such a peaceful experience, the water trickling over flesh, soaking into clothes instead of rolling off dark wings.

"I'm going to see if I can come up with a better plan," you jeered, heading for the building before he could reply.

Stretching your wings, you kicked off the ground and slowly maneuvered to the floor your mark resided on, eyeing the oblivious blonde through the window. You were well aware you'd be attracting unwanted attention but you couldn't stand being around Ben any longer. If you didn't get a few minutes of space, you were likely to ram your dagger into his throat and send him back to the underworld without his body.

The shift of the air was apparent and you smirked knowingly at Lena's reflection in the glass.

"Stop smirking at me," Lena demanded, arms crossed in frustration.

Snorting, you twisted to face her, brow arching in amusement. "Or what?"

"You're working with Lockwood now?" she questioned, ignoring the challenge hidden in your words. "You hate that spawn of Hell."

You shrugged nonchalantly, peering at the throngs of people below. "He's my ticket to survival."

"He's a slimy coward who wants you dead!"

"Clearly so do you!" you shouted, eyes narrowing into a venomous glare dripping with disdain. "At least he's trying to keep me alive a little longer."

"You're an idiot if you really believe that."

Rolling your eyes, you inched closer to the infuriated woman. "No, I was an idiot thinking you ever cared about me, Lena. At least Lockwood doesn't lie to my face and pretend to be my friend."

"I am your friend!" Lena screamed, the green of her irises dissolving as energy flowed through her. "I don't want you to die!"

As if sensing the tension, the sky went alight with lightning as rain began to flow, startling the humans and hurriedly soaking them to the bone. If only it could wash away the anguish and pain twisting your insides; silence the beasts banging around in your head.

"Bullshit! You pretend to be some pure, precious guardian but you're really just as manipulative and cruel as every other angel. You think that energy of yours makes you above everyone but you're no better than me! And I should've seen that instead of falling in love with some white-winged bitch!" You shoved her, hard, barely containing the want to strangle the guardian who'd ruined you.

Fury washed over you in waves, rendering you heedless of the unwitting admittance that had passed your parted lips, only the sounds of your enraged breathes ringing in your ears. A flurry of emotions crossed Lena's features but you didn't care, simply wanting to either bolt away from the angel or toss her into the sun.

Whichever was easier.

"Y-you're in love with me?" she whispered, the power draining away and leaving behind imploring emeralds that were glassy with something.

The blood drained from your face as you poured through your last words. You had never meant to say that. Because you weren't in love with her. Couldn't be. There was no love in your heart, especially for her.

"I..."

Lena's fingers twitched, the urge to reach out overwhelming as she silently begged you to stay. To help her understand.

"(Y/N)-"

Shaking your head violently, you jerked backward. "No! No, no, no. I don't - I can't - fuck!"

Red lips dipped open but you didn't stay long enough to hear what she had to stay.

Fire erupted...

And then you were gone.

#lena luthor x reader #supergirl imagine #lena luthor imagine #dc comics imagine #arrowverse imagine #lena luthor #dc imagine #supergirl #reader imagine #reader insert

[allisonbaelfire]

Thorns & Roses

Pairings: Tyler Lockwood x Reader / Damon Salvatore!Brother x Reader / Stefan Salvatore!Twin Brother x Reader

Summary: After 50 years, your brothers asked you to come back to Mystic Falls. Katherine seemed to be back again, which is why they both worried about you and want to keep an eye on you. While your brothers tried to find Katherine, you came closer to a greater danger then a psychopathic vampire. A Werewolf.

Chapter Summary: Back in Mystic Falls, you encounter some problems, like a doppelganger, the crazy ex of your brothers who tries to kill you and building a normal life for you in the meantime. In addition, you and your brothers have neither seen nor heard of each other for the past 50 years and if you don't become a team again, Katherine has already won.

Word Count: 2,888

Authors Note: This is Part One of Thorns & Roses, I had to re-write it. I hope you liked it.

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A few months ago:

Step by step it became clearer to you, now there was no turning back. The sun felt warmer than usual as you walked through your hometown, for the first time in 50 years. 

It seemed that mystic falls hadn’t changed except for the people. Sure, it became more modern, but the people here seemed more careless. Kids were running around, others friendly greeting each other like nothing bad would ever happen in this small town.

Seeing all those happy people made you forget for a second why you actually came back. The woman who played your brothers like fools, turned them into vampires and forced them to turn you too, seemed to be back in their lives. which, unfortunately, would mean that she would be back into yours as well.

At your brothers' request, you came back to mystic falls, even if there were no concrete threats from Katherine's side against you, they wanted to keep an eye on you in order to be able to protect you, if necessary.

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Even after years of not having set one foot in the city, you remembered every corner, so it wasn't difficult to find your way back home. Salvatore Mansion.

Many memories came back when you stood in front of the huge house, good ones but also not so nice moments went through your head. Again, not much had changed except for the voices that you heard in the living room of the house.

“Katherine.” You threw your bag and suitcase and stormed into the house. 

Katherine and you had a much more strained past than she had with your brothers. You were always the only thing that stood between her and her desire for love and power. Because if your brothers loved one thing more than their sick love for Katherine, it was you.

“Long time no see, Bitch.” In a second you had her by the neck and pressed against the wall. “I should’ve known, they’re still to weak to get rid of you.” You clenched your teeth while stared at her. “But I promise you, I am not.”

Katherine gasped and tried to remove your hand from her throat, but to no avail. Stefan ran to you and tried to get you off of her, but you could easily push him away with your other hand as if it was nothing. 

Damon came to you and took your face in his hands, "it's nice to see you Y/N, now let her down." he commended calm. "It's not Katherine.“

You didn't believe a word. He loved Katherine too, probably more than Stefan ever did, of course Damon would try to protect her. You just squeezed her throat even more and smirked while doing so, which made him nervous but he didn't give you a choice. Even if you were stronger than Stefan, Damon could pull you away from her.

He throw you against the wall while Katherine fell to the ground. Seeing how you older brother helped her to get on her feet made your blood boil inside you.

You balled your fists, “I swear, if you don’t rip her stone cold heart out of her chest, right now-” 

Stefan got back up and ran to Katherine, she snuggled up against him, still trying to breathe while he held her tight. You couldn't stand this sight and were already looking for a way to kill her in the next few seconds.

“My- my Name is Elena.” 

“And mine is Death.” You growled.

Damon couldn’t help but chuckle, he missed having somone as sarcastic as him around. He took your hand and kissed the top of it. “Glad to have you back sissy, now sit down.”

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Your brothers told you about Elena being Katherine's doppelganger. She was Stefan's girlfriend and Katherine was after her, presumably out of jealousy, but they didn't know for sure. 

Normally you would have had a harder time believing all of this, but an old friend of yours told you a similar story a long time ago. But this similarity that Katherine and Elena shared, their looks, voice ... you could only hope for Elena's sake, that they were different in character, otherwise she would be back on your death list.

Elena seemed just as shocked as you, regardless of the fact that you tried to kill her, she looked like you were a ghost.

“Never seen a Vampire before, Darling?” You couldn’t stop starring at her too. Elena held her throat and her eyes wandered to Stefan’s obviously confused. “Oh, Stefan didn’t mention his Twin? Shocker.”

You went to Damon's personal bourbon shelf and took out his favorite drink, even though he didn't like sharing it, you were the only one whom he wouldn’t cut of their hand just by trying to get to his precious drop.

“Told you, she’d be pissed.” Damon took a sip of your drink, winking at Stefan.

You angrily took your glass from his hand,  “You’re not better.” you hissed. “No Calls, no texts, no nothing - for 50 years.” Your tone became more serious until you put the pieces together. “And now you want me back here to protect me? Nah.” You faked a laugh, and finished the glass all at once without grimacing, Damon was a little impressed by that. “Unbelievable. You wanted me here to protect her.”

Elena visibly uncomfortable, gave Stefan a disappointing glimpse, by that you could conclude that she actually had no idea what was going on and would’ve disagreed with them to just call you for her protection. 

From the looks of your brothers you could clearly see that it was Stefan's idea. He was the one who tried really hard not to lock with your eyes while Damon just waited for you to explode again.

Stefan scratched his neck. “Y/N, look-”

While Stefan tried to find his words, you turned around to have Damon re-fill you glass with his bourbon.

Because of Stefan’s blood diet, he wasn't even close to be strong enough to take on Katherine, but since you and Damon drank human blood, together - you were strong enough to take it up against her.

You raised your drink and with one sip the glas was empty. Your face didn't twist, which is why Stefan knew it was better not to say another word now.

“It was nice meeting you, Elena.” You gave her a friendly smirk. “I’m sorry but I can’t help you.”

When you were about to head to the exit, Damon was already rushing in front of you. He gave you a look, that said more than his words could have. 

You stared at him, "Do you know what it feels like when your family doesn't even ask about you for years? Oh no, because at least one sibling did.“ You lifted your arms.

Damon’s mind drifted away for a second as he remembered a darker time in his life, a time when he had turned off his emotions again. You found him back then, after months of searching for Damon, you helped him to become himself again, only so that he could then leave you and keep looking for Katherine.

You pushed him aside, “My Bags, in my room.” then you left the house.

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You didn't like staying to protect a stranger who also looked like the person you hated most. Still, Elena seemed different even if the story repeated itself, but she was important to both of your brothers and your brothers were important to you.  You knew if they tried to take down Katherine on their own they would both die trying, at least together you had a chance.  

But that didn't mean that you wouldn't try everything to be able to lead a normal life, at least as much as possible for a vampire.

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Now:

It wasn’t easy for you living with your brothers, you were still very disappointed with the real reason why they wanted you back. You tried to avoid them the best you could. 

You had decided that it would be a good idea to go back having a normal life, which meant to go to high school for at least the semblance of normality. 

“Hey Salvatore.”

You recognized the voice that was calling you. Smiling, you turned around while Tyler Lockwood already threw an arm around you.

“Hey, Stranger.” You grinned.

He scoffed, “Oh, come on. I had practice yesterday.”

“With a Cheerleader or the Team?” You raised an eyebrow. „You missed movie night.“

Tyler has become a good friend over the past few months, hard for some to believe, as Tyler was more interested in other things about women than just friendship, at least that's what they told each other at school.

Tyler pulled you into both of his arms, “Y/N,” he focused on your eyes, smiling softly. “You’re the only one for me.” 

You chuckled and pushed him soft away from you.

You probably wouldn't have become friends either, if you hadn't been assigned to a school project together. At first, Tyler flirted with you, but when he knew you were the twin sister of Stefan Salvatore, it stopped. During that time you got to know him better. Tyler was very popular at school, but he secretly seemed to have be a loner. Except for Matt, he didn't really let anyone get under his skin until you came.

“Do you’ve planes for tonight?” He asked but didn’t bother letting you answer. “Great. I’ll see you at 8 at my house, you’ll need a dress and a mask.” Tyler smirked.

“Tyler- I-”

He shook his hand and grabbed gently your face. “No, you’re not gonna get out of this. If I’ve to attend there, you too.” Tyler took your hand and spun you around. „I promise to show you my famous dance moves.“

You had to laugh but suddenly your face felt really warm. You quickly tried to hide it from him and put your hands on your cheeks, which made Tyler smile. 

You liked Tyler very much, against your brothers' will. Tyler's bloodline came from a long number of werewolves, the only thing that could harm a vampire, also they didn’t like him much. 

“You’re my best friend.” He added soft.

Your heart stung a bit, best friend, huh? You didn't change your face, on the contrary, you smiled and agreed. Even if you wouldn't admit it in front of him, Tyler was more to you, even if he didn't feel that way.

“Okay, I’ll come.” 

Tyler kissed your forehead. “Great, see you later!”

Anyways, you planned to got to the Masquerade Ball either way. Damon and Stefan argued too loudly this morning, probably they didn't know that you were still home, otherwise they would have been more careful and wouldn’t have mentioned that Katherine really was back and planned to go to the ball today. Otherwise you’d have hunted her down by yourself.

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While Damon and Stefan were trying not to seem to suspicious as they prepared for tonight, you put on your dress (X) and put your mask in your pocket. 

“Hey, Y/N” Stefan shouted. “We’ll be back late tonight, so don’t wait for us.” 

“No, no, no. Did I mention, no?” Damon complained when he noticed you in your dress coming down the stairs.

You smirked. “I got myself a dress that doesn't steal the show too much, don’t you like it?”

“You heard us this morning, didn’t you?” Stefan helped you with the stairs.

“She hates you too, remember?” Damon asked in a serious tone to cover up being worried. “Y/N, she wants you dead.”

“So what do you want me to do? You wanted me here, extra protection for Elena, do you remember?” You shrugged your shoulders. “Besides, I've already told Tyler that I'll be there. If I don't come, it will be obvious-” You paused and looked at your brothers. “-since you still have the moonstone.”

Your brothers looked at you questioningly. They hadn't told you anything for months, also hushed up that Katherine was already back in Town, but they probably forgot that you were looking for Katherine too. Your eyes and ears were everywhere. The sooner you found her, the sooner you and your brothers could be family again. She seemed also to be the girlfriend of Tyler's uncle and protecting Tyler was just as important. 

“First, I don’t care about that dog-” Doman started.

But your brothers didn’t want you to have anything to do with the plan. The plan was already done and that included you and Elena to stay it out.

He took a deep breath. "-Second, fine." Damon came to you, now he couldn't hide how worried he was about you. “But you’re only there for distraction. As soon as we trapped her, you go home and wait for us. If anything gets wrong, you grab Elena and run.”

Damon knew you wouldn’t give up and since you apparently knew as much as they did, you could really be of help. Katherine has been jealous of you since she saw you for the first time, you were in her way - as well as Elena was. You both would be her target.

Stefan was clearly against including you into the plan. You haven't really gotten close in the last few months, which was hard because of Katherine and all that was going on also you didn’t make it easy for him, but Stefan didn't want to put you in any danger either.

“Come on, Stefan.” Damon spoke. “You’re still not strong enough to go against Katherine. Y/N can at least distract her long enough so I can stab her.”

“Sorry Boys, but we need Y/N.” Bonnie entered the front door. “She’s the best bait we’ve besides Elena. No offense.” She smiled friendly in your direction.

“None taken, Witchy.” 

Stefan shook his head and went out the door. You looked at the floor and wondered what Stefan's problem was. He wanted you to come back and help get rid of Katherine. Damon gave you an approving look and touched your shoulder.

“As soon as this is over, we’ll be a family again.” 

His words surprised you. Stefan and you were more like family people. Which was why Damon’s words meant very much. You turned to him and put your arms around his back. He took you in his arms and kissed your head.

You let him go and went outside where you found Stefan leaning against the wall, hands in his pocket while gazing at the stars.

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“Hey big brother.” He ignored you. “You look handsome in a suit.” Stefan looked in the direction of the forest, you went to him and leaned against his arm. “At least, Elena will be safe.”

He turned to you irritated. "You think that's the only thing I care about?!"

You raised an eyebrow, "Well, at least for the last few months. You didn't even pay much attention to me at school - although we have the same classes together."

Stefan didn't say a word, but in his head he agreed with you. "I didn't want you to come home because of this, not to be a bait.." he couldn’t look at you. “The last time we saw each other, I was nothing more than a callous ripper. Y/N, I hurt you.”

You had almost suppressed it, but with Stefan's words the memories came back. You tried together with Lexi to bring back Stefan’s emotions after he flipped the switch, which worked - but what you brought back was anger. At that time he was angry that you had left him alone with Damon to build a normal life with trying to suppress vampirism.  In this time he was much stronger than you. He forced you to drink blood - lots of blood, or he’d kill random people while Lexi and you had to clean up after him. 

“You were right to be mad at me.” You replied softly.

“True but I shouldn’t have said all those things or made you-” Your eyes met. “Do you remember, how as children, we always knew exactly when one of us was feeling bad?”

“Twin Telepathy.”

“Call it how you want but it got stronger as we became vampires. I made myself believe, if you’d stop drinking blood, our connection would be gone.”

Stefan and you never said it out loud. But it was the truth. When you became vampires, you felt each other's emotions even stronger than ever before, even over the years and at a distance. If you concentrated you could feel each other.

“I know this was the reason why you left us in the first place. You couldn’t bare handling my feelings and your own, Damon and you never wanted to be Vampires.”

“Oh, cut the crap. We’re over this.” You replied harsh. “The only thing you should have done would be to contact me for the past 50 years.” You turned around to see Damon standing in the door frame. “That goes for both of you.”

You took Stefan's hand and went with him over to Damon to take his hand too. "Lets get rid of that bitch and get our lives back.”

“You’re such a pain in the ass” Damon spoke.

“Shut it, you missed me.”

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This actually took me some hours, I’d really love to know what you think about the first part :)

Here is Part Two -> Here!

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[arctickat2400]

Beautiful <> Damon Salvatore

I can’t believe I’m actually doing this. I mean, dressing up for people to see and being judged on your personality and your looks. I mean, who would want to do this?

Today was the Miss Mystic Falls Pageant and the only reason I’m doing it is ‘cause my mom wanted me to do it. But, she died and she couldn’t see me do it. And I’m doing this for her.

“Thanks, Bonnie, for helping me with everything. I would lose so hard if I was doing this on my own.” I told my best friend Bonnie. She was doing my hair and makeup and helping me get ready for this thing.

“No problem, Y/N. Now…” She said, turning me toward the mirror.

As always, it was beautiful.

“Bonnie, it looks amazing. Only if my mom could see it.” I mentioned.

“Y/N, you know she can. She’ll be watching you walk down those steps to the love of your life and dance in the most beautiful dress ever and she’ll watch you have fun.” Bonnie explained.

I smiled at her. I stood up as we hugged each other.

“Now for the dress. We have five minutes so we have to hurry.” I said.

We pulled my dress out from the bag, and it was amazing.

It was a burgundy dress, long in the back and short in the front. It was strapless with ruffles at the bottom.

Bonnie helped me put it on without messing up my hair. I slid on my black wedged heels and slipping on my ring that my mom had gotten me before she died.

Just then, “Y/N, come on. Your almost up.” Mrs. Lockwood said.

“I’ll be right out Mrs. Lockwood.” I told her as she turned around to go out with the rest of the girl.

“Good luck, Y/N. Your mom would be so proud.” Bonnie told me with a smile.

“Thanks, Bonnie.” I said, hugging her once again as I ran out to the top of the stairs behind the other girls.

Of course, I had to be the last one to go down. I mean, at least I’m not the first.

Mrs. Lockwood called out the Miss Mystic Falls Pageant contestants, first being some girls that I’ve never seen in my life, April Young, then, Caroline escorted by Matt and Elena escorted by Stefan.

After Elena had walked down, meeting Stefan at the bottom, it was my turn.

“Last but not least, Y/Full/N, escorted by Damon Salvatore.” Mrs. Lockwood called out for me.

I took a deep breathe, I really hated big crowds, and began walking down the stairs of the Lockwood Mansion.

Halfway down, I spotted Damon, the love of my life. He stood there, looking astonishingly at me. He smiled, his hands locked in front of him as he waited for me, and I smiled back.

I nervously walked down the stairs, trying not to make eye contact with anyone except for the one I felt most safe with; Damon.

I reached the bottom, Damon taking my hand in his. As we began walking together, Damon kissed the side of my head and said, “You look as beautiful as ever.” I just smiled more, if it was even possible.

We walked outside with all the other girls and their escorts, lining up beside them as we prepared for the dance.

The music started, the boring music that I really hate, as everyone started dancing in sync.

Damon was an amazing dancer. And he looked hot in a tux, so double for me.

The dance was done, the girls and guys bowing to each other as the guys escorted their girls back into the mansion.

As we waited for everyone to vote, and for Mrs. Lockwood to sort through the votes, Damon and I waited with Bonnie, Stefan and Elena by the stairs.

“We should go out and celebrate tonight. If either of us win or not, it would be nice to get out and hang.” Elena suggested.

“I think it’s a great idea. How ‘bout you, Damon?” I asked him, looking up at my boyfriend who held onto me from behind as I leaned back on him.

“I think it’s a great idea, as well. As long as I get to spend it with you.” Damon told me as I smiled and he kissed the top of my head.

Before anyone could say anything else, we heard the loud voice of Mrs. Lockwood outside.

“Will all the girls make their way out to the stairs?” She told us.

Damon kissed my cheek as Elena and I made our way outside. Bonnie, Damon and Stefan followed behind as they made their way out to the audience.

“The winner of this years Miss Mystic Falls Pageant is…” Mrs. Lockwood paused, opening up the card.

I honestly didn’t care about winning. I just did this for my mom. She would be proud either way, win or not.

“Caroline Forbes.” Caroline screamed in excitement at her name as Elena and I congratulated her. Mrs. Lockwood walked over to her with the crown and set it on her head along with the sash over her shoulder.

Her friends came up to her and congratulated her as I made my way down to Damon.

“Even though you didn’t win this, you will always win in my eyes.” I just giggled.

Damon leaned down and kissed my lips.

“So, who’s ready to go to the Mystic Grill? I’m pretty hungry actually.” I questioned everyone, Damon rubbing his hand over my stomach, hugging me from behind, as Stefan, Elena, Bonnie, Caroline and Matt gathered around Damon and I.

They all agreed to go.

“But, you’re keeping the dress on. You look very hot in it.” Damon mentioned to me.

“That’s fine. I love it anyways. As long as I can take these amazing, but painful shoes off.” I said as I lean down and attempt to take off my shoes. But, I ended up almost falling on my face.

“Let me get those for ya, baby.” Damon said, kneeling down and undoing my shoes. He lifted my foot, taking the shoe off and doing the same with the other.

“Thanks, babe.” I told him he kissed the side of my head, handing me my shoes and locking our arms together.

We all made our way to the grill, having fun all night, playing pool, drinking many, many shots, eating burgers and fries, and just hanging out all night.

It was a great night.

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[werezmastarbucks]

xenia

honeymoon masterlist

word count: 2851

warnings: mentions of parental abuse

music: damsel in distress by neck deep, beautiful stranger by halsey

You did shots that night.

Xenia has been one of the stops on your ridiculously meticulous search through Ohio. One mention that one of Kai’s grandmothers might be buried here somewhere, and that she was a siphoner, too, which is a rare, and you stopped in Xenia, digging up every inch of the earth.

In fact, at some point, as you lived on in this weird world, systematic search has grown into a kind of manic entertainment.

You took everything to extremes. Searching for the grave, that might have answers and magical solutions, you basically unearthed the whole cemetery, because Kai said that maybe somebody wanted to hide his nana’s body, because she was a shameful accident, being a siphoner and all that. And that random guess got stuck in your heads, turning you into paranoid diggers. Really, you were just keeping yourselves busy. Doing the things you would never normally do in your usual life. Why would you walk around a town, digging the ground randomly, and putting so much effort in it? After a couple of days of incredible stamina fueled work, Xenia looked like it’s been ravaged by gigantic moles. Then Parker remembered. She has never been to Xenia, she lived, and died in Cincinnati.

And that’s why you were doing shots.

You invented a reverse never have I ever game which was called nobody has ever. The point was to think of all the things other people never did for you, and the luckier one had to drink, but obviously, pretty soon the game turned dark.

You found this nice house on the Creek Green Street that overlooked an old alley with a post office that must have been about sevety years old. You wondered how it survived the tornado.

The kitchen was big, and the table, square and made of very thick, nice looking wood, consumed the soft golden lights of the evening. Although your shoulders were hurting you almost to the point of whining, since no matter how many days you dug, your body wouldn’t get stronger, you made a salad. Kai cooked up a myriad of snacks, and they were all piling up on the table in a colorful, tasty mess. It felt like you were both drunk from work and the absurdity of your chore even before you opened up the bottle.

“Nobody has ever”, he said, narrowing his eyes, “hit me in the throat with a tennis ball”.

You shook your head slowly. The shots rested on the table. You were leaning against the table, one foot under you, and listened to music and your joints singing the mournful song of pain. Kai was rubbing his chin musingly. Days in Xenia were very warm - unlike in all other towns. That was amazing to you. Without the people, and the hurry, you could concentrate on the world itself and actually found every location had its own smell, temperature, color. Once you got out, you’d never be the same.

“Nobody has ever cut my hair while I was sleeping”.

Kai nodded responsibly and downed his shot. You raised your brows.

“Oh, I was way too agitated, and never liked scissors near my face. Mom always cut my hair while I was asleep. I was ugly when I was little. One more reason”, he shrugged, “to be hating on lil Malachai”.

You hummed.

“Nobody has ever said they loved me”, he continued, gravely.

Air got stuck in your throat.

You swayed in your place.

“Come on. Not ever?”

“Nah”.

You took your shot and thought, who actually said that to you, except your mother. People usually said it in a friendly way. You couldn’t count how many times Elena said she loved you, and it didn’t mean much at the end of the day.

“Not even in a casual way, like, oh my god, you like Metallica, too? I love you!”

Kai chuckled.

“I don’t like Metallica”.

“Jesus. Okay. You wanna go hardcore. Nobody has ever chose me over everything and everybody else”, you offered.

Kai smirked and took his shot, and then reached for the bottle again.

“How? How come? And they never said they love you? Who?”

“I have learnt to manipulate people into choosing me over everything else. That’s how I keep sane, ha”, he noted. You frowned.

“Who was it?”

He looked at you with surprise.

“You. You chose me over everything else in your life when you decided to spend an eternity here with me. That was pretty nice of you. Cheers”, and he drunk again, forgetting he had already done his shot. You could feel the blood flowing to your face.

“I did it because I thought Damon would stop. I didn’t expect him to send me here”.

Kai shrugged, as if saying, it wasn’t really his problem Damon was a piece of shit.

“And why did you mainpulate me into it?”

Bold of him to assume he had manipulated you into liking him, but his way of thinking is different.

“Because I like you. I wanted you to stick with me. You’re the only person who doesn’t make me feel like a burden”, he replied with a lot of importance. He was a little tipsy.

You sighed heavily.

“Nobody has ever buried me under the ground in a drain pipe”, he ogled.

“Mm-hmm”.

He grinned as you drank.

“By the way, after that, when I made a scene (because I was sixteen) about Damon not killing the love of his life over me, Katherine called me a delusional teenager. God I hate that bitch”.

“Katherine Pierce never infuriated me because I never met her”, he put it.

“It’s not your turn”, but you drank anyway, “Nobody has ever called me an abomination”.

He saluted you with his shot.

“Nobody has ever made me his door boy”.

Shot.

“Nobody has ever took away my natural right of being the leader of my coven”.

Shot.

Your right shoulder stang you with annoying pain, and you glanced at the clock. Midnight would come in a couple of minutes. You always started drinking just before midnight because the change of the day brought you back to sobriety, and you could go on and drink the same amount again without feeling bad in the morning.

As the midnight struck, you suddenly found yourself sitting so close to Kai your foreheads were touching.

You both straightened up and looked at the time. He stretched his neck.

“Were we drunk-confessing our mutual respect for each other?” you asked.

“Think so”, he pulled a bowl of salad to himself and started eating, without forgetting to fill the shots again.

“Happy birthday”.

You clincked your tiny glasses together, and the game went on.

“Nobody has ever cooked for me”, he said.

You downed your shot thinking about how fabulous it is, to have your own chef who is also in love with you.

At the same second, you wondered if he has ever thought about poisoning you, just for the sake of it.

“I have hard time believing it. You’ve made it to twenty-two, which meant your parents cooked for you”.

“We had lots of kids in the house. We always had to eat all together”, Kai shook his head, “if you were late to the table, you had to starve. Besides, I started cooking for myself pretty early”.

“Okay. Nobody has ever locked me up in the basement”.

He was so good at this game, taking his losing drinks like a champ, like a very diligent student. As his adam’s apple went down, you gasped.

“Oh, wait. Spit it out! Spit it out. I recalled. I’ve been locked up in basements plenty of times, it was just... more like... a dungeon”.

“In the Salvatore house?” he asked, displeased.

“Yeah. And once, in the Lockwood mansion. Damon was raging then. We got stuck and...”

“Whatever”.

You licked your lips and shut up, seeing the familiar irritated spark in his eyes. Kai hated Damon at this point; for sending him away; for being not his type of person; but most importantly, for the fact you still lingered on the memories of him.

Gradually, you started running out of ideas, drunk again, and it was barely past one in the morning.

Kai at least was constantly eating, while you just drank, so you now had a hard time focusing on one thing, your thoughts drifting apart like ripples on the water. You looked at his white wrists, his knees hopping lightly as he bounced to the music, and tried to think of something.

“Nobody has ever... ever...” you puffed. Kai smiled. “Ever stood over me at night, watching me sleep”.

“Yes, I have”.

You didn’t get it at first.

“What?”

“I have”, he repeated.

“Oh, you mean... of course, I mean, back in the outer world”.

He nodded, like it was just a tiny misunderstanding about the size of a cheesburger he’s ordering.

“Oh, yeah, yeah. I was in your house at night before we got here”.

“What?!” you snapped.

All your body moved you towards him to slap him on the head, but out of instinct, the unkillable, fundamental instinct that kicked in when he was around, you took his head, let your palms slide down to his neck, as you hugged him.

“Kai, why would you do that?”

“I don’t know, I just wanted to see what you look like when you’re not around me”, he said simply. You could feel his mouth moving against your hair close to your ear. “What you look like when you stare at yourself in the mirror. What you do when nobody’s watching”.

You shut your eyes with embarrassment, your brain trying to recall all the things you did alone back in your house one hundred years ago.

“Oh god...”

“What you smell like when you’re just out of shower. You know, stuff like that”.

“God, this is so embarrassing”.

He laughed out with amusement.

You pulled away and took his head, covering his ears with your plams. His face swayed in front of you a little, as you muttered,

“You have to promise me something, Parker”.

“Okay”, he said carefully.

He could’ve said, of course! because you knew him. You knew how he pretends to be this enthusiastic person. Who is only serving you. But he was real right then, at that moment, looking you in your drunk eye, really considering what you’re about to ask. He could’ve said of course! and not mean it. But he said okay, ruffling up like a ferret, and you loved him at that moment.

“Once we get out, don’t stalk other girls”.

His face moved with laughter he contained inside.

“Why would I do that?”

You thought of that wretched universe full of good-looking girls, and all their different shapes and colors, the way they smell and how gracious they are, and felt scared of losing him for the first time.

“They’re all so pretty, and I... just don’t. Do whatever you can to...”

“You don’t think you’re pretty?” he asked in his are you dumb tone. “You’re a solid eight”.

You have lived enough to feel all kinds of wonders when intoxicated. You’ve sang, blacked out, stumbled, yelled, fought and slept when drunk, and now the very logical reaction followed, which you have also experienced many times.

You started sobbing.

“Eight”, you put your hand to your face, cradling yourself, and consoling yourself immediately.

Kai’s face went almost pale with shock. Then he started giggling uncontrollably, reaching his arms for you.

“I’m joking! Hey, I’m joking”.

He couldn’t start laughing.

“What are you upset about? I’m just fooling with you”.

“I’ve always been an eight!” you cried out, suddenly.

“For your information, eight is fantastic!”

“Katherine has always been a ten”, you finished solemnly, drowning in the pleasure of digging into your deepest wells of insecurity.

Kai froze.

“Don’t tell me you’re thinking about Damon right now. I swear to fuck, I’ll break your neck”.

You tilted your head miserably, letting the tears stream down your face in a dramatic fashion.

“Aaaahhh”.

“Y/N...”

“Damon has made me think that I’m a fool for ever thinking somebody can be into me”, you said quietly. You could feel his hand on the base of your neck. As your hot tears dripped down, heating the perfume on your skin, his grab tightened lightly. He didn’t know how to hold tenderly, it was always half-clutching with Kai. With time, you came to realize it was so reassuring you felt the safest when his hands were around your throat. Whether it was playful or menacing depended on his mood.

“Let me rain on your self-pitying parade”, he murmured, “okay? My parents made me think I didn’t deserve to breathe even. Pretty natural, don’t you think? Everyone has their right to have air in their lungs”.

You looked at him. Kai was being serious. You wiped your cheek with the back of your hand, and his face softened a little.

“But my dad decided I wasn’t worth even that”.

“What are you saying?”

“Once I was sitting in the bath, when I was about five. That was the time you start getting your magic and learn how to control it. That was the time the whole coven found out I don’t have it. That Jo is useless, too, because I’m a siphoner. So one night, when I was in the bath”, he repeated, like he was trying to hypnotize you, “he came in, and...” he looked away, blinking several times. “I remember, he was wearing this dark green shirt. Green is the color of the coven. He held my head under water”.

There was a short break between two songs, and when the next one came in, blasting sounds, you shivered uncomfortably.

“He decided he’d spare himself and everybody else the headache. That’s why I don’t like water much and barely ever go near it. And now you taught me how to swim”.

“How did you survive?” you whispered.

“My mom barged in and pulled him away. I don’t know how she knew. Maybe it was her motherly instinct. She used to have that one for me long time ago”.

The tears welled up on you, pressure pushing on the sides of your skull. You took him, kissing his face, kissing his mouth, as Kai leaned in, quiet, and just let you dote on him. You held him tight, trying to kiss the memories out, begging him to forget.

“I’m okay. Hey, I’m fine. It was a long time ago, and he’s dead. And I’m alive. And I have you”.

You were so drunk, falling apart at the seams like a badly sewn jacket, that he had to hold you so that you didn’t fall off the chair. Hangover was guaranteed.

“Let’s just go... let’s go to bed”, you whispered, your face against his. “You can do whatever you want”.

Kai smiled. His eyes glinted in a familiar way. This kitchen, the house, it all grew on you. The way he held you, you didn’t even know if your feet touched the floor.

“Whatever I want?” he asked.

“Whatever you want”, you echoed.

He put your body onto the couch, and you could feel he moves your limbs a little, and then the weight of his body was next to you.

Fifteen minutes later, you pulled the covers down, and turned towards the light, and saw the TV shining through the blackness of the room.

Kai was watching Lethal Weapon on VHS and cuddling against you.

You inhaled, feeling he room spinning. The light stang your eyes, so you rolled back away and pressed your face into him, into the darkness.

The next time you woke up it was already dark.

You moved a little just to know where you are, and indicated his arms around you. Comfort settled down immediately, but the insane temperatures of his dozing body was too much, so you tried to kick the cover down to your feet. Kai lifted one of his arms unwillingly. It was still deep dark outside the window, and the old post office must have been standing there in complete fright.

“How many parts have you watched?”

“Three”, he said sleepily. You considered whether you were thirsty enough to try and go to the kitchen. Decided it wasn’t worth it. Your face felt a bit swollen with tears, but you felt comfortably tired. You wouldn’t leave this couch even if somebody lit it on fire.

“It’s not true, by the way”, he said.

“Huh?”

“My dad never tried to drown me”.

You rolled your eyes without opening them up.

“Wha...”

“I made it up, I was just trying to make you feel better”.

“You moron. You unbelievable moron, you...”

“You really have to stop calling me names, it hurts”.

“Douchebag. Why... Kai, you told me you weren’t a liar”.

He did something resembling a shrug. You felt his knee between yours, and slid your arm onto his back.

“You made me a liar. You’re changing me”, he mumbled, “I’m changing here with you. I can feel it”.

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[toxophilitis]

Mom’s Naughty Urge

CHAPTER ONE

"Well, Jessica, how about it? Wanna go upstairs and fuck me now?" Jessica Conners heard Dale Travers ask in a husky voice, his hand resting warm and heavy on her silky leg.

"Not tonight, Dale," she said softly, looking down at her drink. She half wished that she had never accepted his invitation earlier that evening.

"That's what you said last night and the night before, baby! You know, I might start to feel that you're not too interested in me! You wouldn't want to hurt my little feelings would you?" the husky man asked. Squeezing her warm leg just a bit.

"I don't want to hurt anyone's feelings, Dale. You know that, don't you? It's just that... well... I just don't feel like it tonight. I know it sounds silly... but... it... it just doesn't do anything for me anymore," she said quietly, finding the courage to look into Dale's glittering eyes.

"Yeah? Well, it does sound kinda ridiculous. After all Jessica, you know I knew you long before your husband did. You were pretty damn free then," Dale said, moving his hand up her silken thigh.

"I... I know, Dale... but... well, things have just changed. I haven't been myself since Ken died. It just doesn't seem the same anymore... sex that is. I just don't enjoy it as much as I used to." Her mind flashed for a second with the memory of how she had experienced the joys of wild sex in Ken's bed.

"Sure, baby," he said, moving closer to her. "I understand how it is. At least I think I understand. But Ken's been gone for two years now. You can't keep holding back like this. You've just got to forget the past and try to be happy in the present and look forward to the future. You have to loosen up!" Dale looked deep into her lovely eyes.

"Please don't, Dale," Jessica said in a shallow voice. She was feeling hurt and just a bit angry at the man who had been trying to conquer her for the past few weeks. "Don't you know it still hurts?"

"Yeah, yeah, I know," Dale said, still moving his fingers closer and closer to the object of his desire. "But you can't go on hurtin' forever, Jessica. You've got to come off of it and start living again. You used to be free and easy. I never saw a frown on that pretty face of yours until Ken died. Baby, you've got to live again. Let me make you happy, Jessica. I always made you happy before Ken came along. Don't you remember all those wild times we had together, Jessica? Don't you remember all those wild nights in bed? Shit, baby, I remember one time when we got into it we didn't get out of bed for a week!" Dale felt his cock rising at the mere thought of the wild times he and Jessica had experienced before she had married Ken and settled down.

Jessica knew that Dale was right about everything. She had been in a miserable state since Ken had died of an automobile accident two years earlier. She hadn't allowed herself to take any enjoyment out of life since Ken had been taken from her. Jessica had given herself to him completely, and the shock of losing him so suddenly had torn her apart. She had managed somehow to put herself back together again with the help of her three sons, but there was still the spark of life missing.

Dale meant well. He wanted to give her back that spark of life. He wanted to get into her cunt too. All the men she knew seemed to want that. She could forgive him for his lust for her. She knew that she was still one of the most desirable women in the town of Lakeville, and all the men were itching to have a crack at her now that she was free again. But she wasn't really free, not the way they thought she was.

Jessica had been a free spirit in her younger years. In fact, she had been the swingingest teenager girl in town, and why not? She had had what it took to drive the boys wild, and she had used her fine feminine charms to advantage. She had jumped into the whirlpool of fuck-lust at an early age and, had enjoyed every hot minute of her sex life.

Jessica had done almost everything a girl could do with a boy by the time she was sixteen, and she had enjoyed each new experience more than the last. The boys had flocked to her like bees to honey, and by the time she had graduated high school she had earned her reputation as the town honey-pot.

It had been her reputation as an easy fuck that had been the cause of her one night of pain and anguish. She still remembered it as vividly as yesterday. If not for the love and understanding of her husband Ken, she would never have been the same after that night, the night of her eighteenth birthday.

Jessica remembered. She had been going out with a biker for a few days. Every time she recalled Toby Lockwood's name she writhed inside with utter disgust. He had treated her well enough at first, taking time to warm her up before he hauled out his huge nine inch cock and stuck it to her, but his gentle attentions didn't last long.

She had gone out with him three or four times to a cabin in the middle of a wooded area outside of town. The cabin had been used for a long time as a place for the local cycle freaks to bring their chicks for a fuck. Jessica would have preferred a nice comfortable motel room to the bleak atmosphere of the dirty cabin, but Toby never had enough money to afford the comforts she preferred. She had learned to tolerate the lumpy mattress and the dingy sheets for his sake.

She remembered that Toby had been acting a bit oddly that evening, as if she half expected something to happen. He seemed to be looking over his shoulder all the time. She remembered asking him if somebody was after him or something. After all, Toby was always getting into fights with his fellow bikers. She knew that he could handle himself in a fight, and that made her more concerned over the reason for his uneasiness. He had brushed her concern aside and hauled out his big fat cock, presenting it to her to suck for him.

Jessica remembered sitting on the edge of the bed and reaching out to fondle his naked dick and big hairy nuts. He dragged his balls out of his tight leather pants and let them hang loose. His rod snapped up in front of his tense body and rubbed against the shiny leather of his black motorcycle jacket. She wrapped her fingers around the dripping shaft of his cock and pulled the unyielding thing down until the purplish swollen head of it pointed right at her lips.

"Suck that dick, baby," she remembered hearing him say in a low and controlled voice. "Suck that fucker real good, Jessica. Take it all the way down your throat."

Jessica loved to suck cock, especially a cock as huge and hard as Toby's. She pressed her warm lips against the slippery head of Toby's swollen prick and planted wet loving kisses over its bulging knob. She kissed his dick from its shiny head to its root, where the long shaft of his tool disappeared in a nest of curly black hair.

Jessica could feel even now the jerking and throbbing of the biker's rock hard cock in her hand and against her lips. She remembered flicking out her tongue and letting the tip of it slide up and down the pole of flesh between Toby's strong legs. She licked eagerly at the underside of his rock hard prick, making it jerk harder and harder with each movement of her warm wet tongue.

"In your mouth, baby," she heard him say when his cock had grown to its full length and thickness. "Take that fucker in there and suck it all the way down your sweet throat."

Jessica did as she was told, and did it eagerly, opening her pretty mouth as widely as she could and taking his swelling cock into her tight throat. She felt the satiny head of his huge throbbing organ pushing into her oral channel, rubbing against her tongue and the roof of her mouth at the same time. She sucked hard on the jerking thing, taking it deeper and deeper down her throat. It wasn't long before she felt his cock-head pushing against the very back of her throat.

She remembered feeling the first thrust of Toby's dick when he began flexing the muscles of his hard ass and ramming his prick in and out of her face. She was used to sucking cock, and she loved to feel a big hard rod punching in and out of her face. She always managed to avoid gagging when he banged his swollen erection against the sensitive back of her throat. She could suck dick all day, just as long as the guy she was sucking was relatively gentle with her.

Toby was gentle with her, at least at first. In fact he had always been gentle with her, letting up on the hardness of his thrusts when she let him know that he was face-fucking too hard. But all of a sudden he seemed to change. He fucked her face harder and faster, driving his huge cock in and out with ever increasing speed and urgency. She reached out and squeezed his leg to let him know that it was time to slow down. It didn't do her a bit of good this time. Instead of slowing down he kept banging in and out of her mouth with greater and greater speed.

She looked up and saw him unbuttoning his leather jacket, baring his hard chest. He pushed his leather pants down too, letting them fall in a pile around his ankles. She had never seen such a hard look on his face, a cold cruel look that frightened her. She tried to let him know that she needed to catch her breath, but he paid no attention to her at all.

Jessica was finding it harder and harder to breathe. She was starting to choke on the huge plug of male flesh that Toby had thrust into her mouth. His thrusts were so hard that her whole body shook with each lunge against her. She almost gagged each time his swollen dickhead hit the back of her throat. She moaned and whimpered, hoping that he would have the decency to pull that monstrous cock out of her face.

Toby finally did pull out of her, but only when she started hitting him as hard as she could in the stomach. He pulled out of her mouth and let his hard dick snap up against his naked stomach, a strand of fluid splattering on his hard belly.

"Toby! You... you almost choked me! What's gotten into you?" Jessica cried, her eyes filled with tears.

"And you loved it, bitch! Right, Jessica?" Toby said in a hard voice that was totally pitiless.

"Toby. Please... please don't talk to me like that. You know I don't like to be manhandled this way." Jessica was sobbing. She stood up and turned toward the door.

"Fuck you, bitch!" Toby rasped, grabbing her arm and pulling her back. "You're not goin' anywhere until I'm finished with you! And I'm nowhere near finished with you yet!" he growled.

Toby held her wrist tightly, turning it and squeezing hard until he had forced her to her knees in front of him. Jessica struggled, but to no avail. He was much too strong for her. She knew that he was about to take her by force, and she knew that there was nothing she could do about it.

"Now you open that mouth and suck that dick some more! And don't bite it unless you want your teeth knocked out!" he roared, putting his heavy hand behind her head and forcing her against his groin.

Jessica remembered vividly how Toby forced her to suck his monstrous cock. He banged it in and out of her face wildly until she could hardly breathe. When he had had enough he pulled his rod out of her mouth and threw her on the bed, standing over her and jerking himself off for a minute or two, making his dick as hard as steel.

"Why... why are you doing this to me?" she heard herself cry. "Why? Why?" she screamed at the top of her voice.

"Shut the fuck up!" the biker shouted, bringing the back of his hand down hard against her cheek. "You think this is rough, bitch? You wait! This is the way I like it! When I get done with you you won't be able to walk for a week! I know you cunts. You just want dick. That's all. You need it any way you can get it. You don't really care how rough you get it. So don't give me no shit! You just spread them pretty legs and take what I got for ya. I'm gonna give it to you hard too! Hard and hot! Just the way you like it!" he spat, crawling on top of her.

"But, I... I don't, Toby. I... I don't like it this way."

"Who gives a fuck? I like it this way and that's all that counts. And that's the way you're gonna get it. Hard and rough!" He grabbed his rock-hard cock and buried it in one hard thrust between her spread legs.

Jessica remembered screaming at the top of her voice when she felt the biker jabbing his distended man-flesh all the way up inside her. She felt the pain of his sudden entry searing through her sensitive pussy as it was suddenly and cruelly stretched by Toby's huge organ.

"Take that dick! Take it, bitch! I want you to feel that fuckin' all the way up to your throat!" he yelled, bucking his ass hard and fast. It made her cunt burn with pain that was strangely mingled with pleasure.

"But why? Why are you doing this? I... I give you everything you want. All I want is for you to be gentle with me. I... I like it when you fuck me... if... if you're gentle."

"Fuck that! I like it hard, baby. I like takin' it. I've just been gettin' you hot all this time. Now I got you where I want you and I'm gonna get what I really want from ya. Now you just lay there and take it. Go ahead and scream if you want to. Nobody's gonna hear ya," the cruel biker rasped, his dick banging in and out of her tight cunt.

Jessica writhed in agony as his cock banged in and out of her cunt. He slapped her pretty face from time to time, slapped her whether she resisted or not, as if he wanted nothing more than to see her hurt. She felt his heavy hard body against her, felt his hot moist breath against her cheek. He pressed his hot lips against hers and thrust his tongue all the way down her throat. He grabbed her naked tits after he had torn her blouse off her, grabbed them and squeezed hard at her resilient globes.

She scratched his back, but that seemed only to make him hotter. His body strained hard against her. His balls slapped up against her crotch with each lunge into her. He reached behind her back and lifted her body off the bed, making her thrust out her hips. She knew that it wouldn't be long before he unloaded a stream of searing hot cum into her. Perhaps then he would leave her alone. She had to bring him off as soon as she possibly could.

Jessica remembered writhing against him, matching his thrusts with movements of her own. She bit his shoulders, which seemed to make him hot beyond belief. She ground her groin against him, taking him all the way up her belly. She felt him stretching her insides, stretching her in a way that now gave her no real pleasure at all.

"Okay, cunt. That's the way. Move that twat. Suck that dick up there. Take it deep. Take that fucker. I'm gonna shoot, bitch. I'm gonna fill that hot cunt of yours with a gallon of steamin' cum. Get ready for it. Here it comes!"

Jessica felt his hot wad shooting deep inside her, filling her with cum. The stuff shot a dozen times inside her, trickling out of her grasping cunt and running down the shaft of his dick in rivers. Any other time the vixen's cunt would have been flashing wildly between her legs. This time she felt no passion at all, only disgust at the way she had been cruelly treated by the horny biker.

"There! You got what you wanted. Now leave me alone!" she cried, struggling against Toby's sweating body.

Toby pulled out of her and rolled over on his back. Jessica took the first opportunity to escape, jumping out of bed and running for the door. Her blouse was torn open, her flaked tits bouncing as she ran. Her skirt had been torn off too. She tried to cover herself with what remained of her skirt and blouse, but it was no use. She would have to run through the woods almost naked. It would be terribly embarrassing, but it would be better than staying with Toby for another second.

Jessica threw open the cabin door, running as fast as she could to freedom, or what she thought was freedom. But freedom was not to be hers. She ran right into the arms of one of Toby's biker buddies. She stared into the cold cruel eyes of the wicked looking cycle freak who had caught her. She didn't know his name, but she remembered seeing him with Toby once or twice. She hadn't liked the looks of him then, and she certainly didn't like him now.

Terrified, Jessica beat the man's chest with her fists a few times and kicked at him, screaming all the while. After a few moments of intense struggling he let her go. She ran as fast as her feet could carry her, not daring to look behind her. She got only a few yards from the man when she found herself in the anus of another rough looking biker wearing a cycle jacket with the same colors.

"Lookin' for somebody, bitch?" the biker laughed deep in his throat.

Jessica remembered how her stomach sank when she looked quickly around her and saw at least a dozen men, all looking as if they wanted to fuck the piss out of her. They came toward her, their cocks sticking out of their pants, all hard and ready for her, ready to tear her apart with their enormous size. She looked toward the cabin and saw Toby standing in the doorway, his hands on his hips, stark naked with his hard cock rising in front of him.

"Bring her on in, men. We're gonna have ourselves some hot fuckin' fun tonight," he grinned.

The rest of her ordeal that night was almost too painful to remember. She had blotted out most of the events of that horrible event. She did remember that each of the dozen or so bikers fucked her one after the other until her cunt was numb. She remembered that they used her for the mast depraved sexual activities imaginable. She remembered being fucked in the ass while at the same time being fucked in the cunt and forced to suck a big thick cock. The men used her until they had used up all their considerable sexual energy. Jessica had passed out eventually. She assumed that the men had left her alone after she had lost consciousness, but she suspected that they were very capable of taking advantage of an unconscious girl too.

Ken, her future husband, had found her the next morning. He had stumbled onto her lying in a ditch while he had been hunting. He had taken her to his family's farm house and his mother had nursed her back to health. Jessica had begged them not to tell her parents what had happened to her. After a few days of tender loving care she was as good as new, at least physically.

It had taken months for her to recover from the terrible shock of her mass rape, Ken had fallen in love with her, but Jessica had had a great deal of difficulty responding to his love after her painful ordeal with the bikers. In time, however, she had been able to accept his feelings for her as genuine, and before long she had fallen in love with him completely. He had married her a short time later and had given her the love and understanding she needed to recover from her ordeal. Ken and Jessica had settled down and raised a family of three handsome boys -- three boys that Jessica loved with all her heart.

Ken had been killed two years ago. The shock had been almost unbearable for Jessica. She had found her fears coming back again, the fears that had tortured her for so long after her rape at the hands of Toby and his biker friends. She knew that it was ridiculous to be afraid of men, but she was nonetheless. The only man she hadn't been afraid of after her terrible experience had been Ken, and now he was gone. Jessica now was faced with the need to get back into the swing of things after years of settled life with her husband. She knew that she would have to respond to men eventually. After all, she craved sex as much as she always had, and she craved it powerfully.

Now she was sitting next to a man who was willing and able to give her all the hot fucking she could take. She knew it and he knew it, but somehow she simply couldn't bring herself to accept his advances. Of course Dale knew nothing about her ordeal with the bikers and the emotional scars the experience had left. Nobody knew about the incident except Ken and his immediate family, all of whom were tight-lipped about the incident. Jessica wondered how Dale felt about her, especially since she had given him so much hot pussy in high school. She hoped he would understand that she wanted to warm up to him but couldn't. Somehow she didn't think he would ever really understand.

"Sure you won't change your mind, Jessica?" she heard Dale ask.

The sound of Dale's voice brought her out of her reverie. She looked down at his hand and found it up under her dress, his fingers only a short distance from the crotch of her panties. She wriggled away from and brushed his hand off her leg.

"I'm sorry, Dale," she said softly. "I just can't. Not yet."

"Okay, Jessica. I won't force anything on you, baby. You know me. But whenever you're ready you know that I'm waiting." Dale reluctantly took his hand off her leg.

"I think I'd better get home, Dale darling," she said, smiling up at the handsome man as warmly as she could under the circumstances.

"Sure you won't stay a little longer?" Dale asked.

"The boys are probably waiting for me, Dale," she smiled, thinking of her three boys.

"Come on, Jessica. I'll drive you home. My bed's sure gonna be cold tonight though!" Dale helped her to her feet and walked her to the door.

"Don't be silly, Dale," she laughed. "It's eighty degrees outside!"

"You know what I mean, baby!" he said, putting his arm around her waist and walking her to his car.

"I do indeed!" she said, squeezing his hand, knowing that she too had an empty bed waiting for her.

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Fifty Shades of Mikaelson: Shade 2

Authors Note: Ok so my original plan was to release Shade 2 and Shade 3 after Shade 1 but then I realised that there bits in Shade 2 and 3 that could add to the upcoming chapters for the trilogy. Everything in this AU is connected so you’ll get even more of a story.  Word Count: 1877 Warnings: None. Yet. Pairing: Kol X Reader

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Missed Shade 1? Catch up from the beginning chapters for all Shades will be updated in the upcoming weeks/months. 

Richmond Virginia is the home to Mikaelson Enterprises, one of the largest companies in the US to date, with countless connections across the country and the world. After receiving the company from the untimely death of their parents and younger brother Henrik the six remaining siblings all took a share and equal role within the company. 

The loss of their parents and younger brother was hard on the remaining family and became so tough on Freya and Finn that they ultimately took a step back from public eye of the company and became silent partners, this allowed Elijah, Niklaus, Kol and Rebekah to have a free rein on the company so to speak.

What made Mikaelson Enterprises different to all the others was the fact that it didn’t have one sole purpose. The company originally thrived at investing low market sales. Rather than take the risk and invest in the higher term stock markets each sibling took to different sectors and reaped the rewards of their own doing which allowed them to endeavour into other opportunities.

Each sibling was different, Rebekah stuck to fashion. Her aim was that she wanted people to look great whilst not breaking the bank and so she worked with a large team of designers to manufacture a line of clothing that was stylish while being at affordable prices. Kol and Niklaus went into business together to create the bourbon of bourbons, wanting to create a new brand and enjoying the odd glass or two led them to a likely partnership. Elijah was different compared to his other siblings rather than go out into the world and create a new product he used his studies and degree and built a highly respectable law firm. And each separate business venture was all under the same roof in the tallest building in the city.

Richmond was the also the home to Salvatore Industries and happened to be one of the biggest competitors to Mikaelson Enterprises and being the savvy independent business woman I was I often used their constant feud to my advantages, whilst they were always trying to outdo one another it often allowed me to swoop in and close whatever deal or buy out other small businesses they had been competing for, so I could add them to my small arsenal and ever growing empire. And for the majority of the time it worked. Much to the dismay of my rivals. But with me plucking opportunities from the sky showed both the Mikaelson’s and the Salvatore’s that I was not a woman to be messed with.

I ran my own distillery and bottling company, a much smaller one at that. But it was still able to compete with the high demand of the other much larger companies and I was able to keep up with distributing to bars in and around the city. I was always around alcohol as a child but that was because my parents ran their own bar and when I was old enough I worked part time to help pay for my studies at business school. By the young ripe age of twenty five I created my own brand of vodka, with its smoother taste and lighter afterburn it was an instant hit and by twenty six I bought my first distillery and opened up my office later in that year. Here I was months later enjoying the views from my office building. I often loved taking a step back and just observing others. There was just something about people-watching that was so satisfying and calming, and the best place to do that was from the large windows in the meeting room. As I took a sip of the ice cold water in my hand I heard the intercom buzz through.

“Y/N, your three o’clock is here.” Gia, my secretary informed me from the intercom.

Taking a step back from the window I turned and reached over and pressed the button to speak. “Thank you, Gia. Why don’t you finish early for the day? I can wrap things up here.” 

“Are you sure? I don’t mind staying?” 

“No, no. Go home early today Gia, you’ve earned it. I’ll see you tomorrow.” I replied to her in a sincere voice. 

The glass doors to the meeting room opened and my eyes looked upwards at the man walking into the room.  

“Kol.” I say playfully, as the door slowly closes shut.

“Now I thought you and your brother were coming to this meeting, I wanted to finally meet both of the brains behind Hybrid in person. But I must say I’m impressed, your burst onto the liquor scene seems to have lasted. Now what can I do for you?” I added, raising an eyebrow as I gestured for him to take a seat at the large table. 

“Nik’s sources tell me that you recently purchased ‘The Compound Distillery’ from under our noses.” Kol starts as he takes a seat at the table.

“By Nik’s sources? You must mean Elijah. But it’s nice to see you too Kol. Regarding ‘The Compound’ you and your lawyers were taking far too long with the negotiations. I just so happened to arrive just in time to help speed the proceedings up.” I interrupted with a sly smile, fluttering my eyelashes I took another sip from my glass.

“Drinking on the job are we?” He asked, trying to change the subject teasing me as I walked around the room.

“Just water. I like to have a clear head especially when I have my business rivals enter through my door.”

“What did you offer them?” He asked, propping up his elbows.

“You’ve always been a curious one. Alright I’ll tell you. They wanted a quick sale but didn't get the asking price they wanted however, so in return for the lower price I just kept all of their employees so the lucky souls now all work for me.” I replied, taking a seat at the opposite end of the table.

“I don’t mean to pry but what are you here for Kol? If you're here to ask questions then we could've easily had this meeting on the phone.”

“I’ve come to buy you out.” He stated. 

“My my aren’t we feeling bold?” I replied with a laugh, eyeing him up and down. “But I’ll give you a simple answer. No.” 

Flashing me a smile. “I thought you would say that.”

“Then why ask?”

“Simple psychology darling, because I now have a better chance of getting a yes with my next question.” 

“Oh? And what would that be?” I asked tilting my head ever so slightly. 

“Join me for dinner.” 

“Why on earth would I say yes to that?” I asked, licking my bottom lip.

“I enjoy your company darling. And perhaps we could get better acquainted to strike up a deal for the future.” Kol replied, shifting in his seat. 

“Don’t they teach you at business school to not mix business with pleasure?” I purred with a seductive tone. 

“Whilst you were in that lecture I must have missed that one, so darling what do you say?” 

“Alright you’ve convinced me. But it’s strictly business.”

“Course darling.” 

Kol left the my meeting room shortly after but made sure to slide his business card over the desk his way of giving me his mobile number in the most subtle way possible, however Kol Mikaelson and subtle don’t go together one bit. Running a hand through my Y/H/C tugging on a few of the strands that had gotten knotted during the day. Whenever Kol called me ‘darling’ it did things to me that I would never admit to. 

“He’s not changed since the day we met as business school.” I said to myself with a smile.

Leaving the meeting room and walking back to my office, I turned the phone to face me and picked up the receiver holding it in my hand whilst I used the other to dial a number. 

“Hello, Salvatore Industries Elena speaking how can I help you?” 

“Hi Elena it’s Y/N is it possible to speak with Damon please?” I asked.

“Of course I’ll put you through.”

“Eternal stud speaking.” Damon said as I was transferred to his line.

 “It is really a good thing that you pay a whole lot more than to what Mason Lockwood offered me.” 

“You love me really.” He teased.

“Sure it’s that and not the stacks of cash I get put into my account each month. Just checking you wanted double the amount sent over to the bar tomorrow.” 

“It's the main thing I sell on student nights so I gotta keep up with the demand, any chance you’ll be doing different flavours in the future?” Damon asked.

“You’ll be the first person to know when I do, you can even be my taste tester.” 

“Speaking of the delivery Bob-Bon will be signing for it tomorrow. Me and Elena have a OBGYN appointment.”

“I’ll be sure to let Ric know. But between working with your brother and owning a bar on the side I’m surprised how you even had the time to get Elena pregnant.” I replied with a giggle.

“I always find the time for those special business meetings, if you catch my drift.” 

“And now I’m disgusted by you.” I said faking a gagging sound.

“C’mon Y/NN, thought you would have gotten used to my good looks, my style, my charm and my unflinching ability to listen to Taylor Swift.”

“Goodbye Damon.” I shouted and put the phone down and back in the base. 

I moved the phone back in its usual spot on my desk and started to pack away my laptop and other bits I wanted to do at home, as I was looking for a marketing plan in my desk drawer I heard my office door open.

“What is the point of owning a phone if I can never reach you on it?”

I smiled as I saw my best friend in the doorway.

“Bekah...You know I have an empire to run.” I teased, grinning at her.

“And causing mayhem to where my brothers are concerned no less. You have no idea what I have to listen to especially when we have dinner each and every night.” She replied, crossing her arms.

“Well if they’re talking about me then I really must be making a name for myself, you should understand that being a woman in business isn’t as easy as it looks.” I told her, walking to her and bringing her into a hug. 

As the two of us embraced in our hug, she pulled away. “Speaking of business. I have some exciting news.” She said excitedly.

“Your new line is ready?” I asked, sounding hopeful.

“Almost. But I wanted to get some promo shoots out for the public and I wanted you to be the model!”

I looked at her shocked. “Shut. Up.” 

“I’m serious. You’re a strong woman in ever growing business, you earned everything you have today and what better person to have showcasing my line is you. We need to have a dinner date to celebrate!” 

“Oh speaking of dinner. I have gossip, how about we take this to the nearest bar?” 

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Hearts (S1P5)

Series Masterlist | Master Masterlist

Chicago Med x doctor!OC Morgan Fitzgerald is a doctor at Chicago Medical and family secret’s spill as her younger brother goes through major life changes. Her relationship with her colleagues also alter as she weighs everyone’s decisions during the day. Based off S1E14 of Chicago Med

4.0k+ Words 

Featuring: Morgan Fitzgerald, Marcus Fitzgerald, Will Halstead, Maggie Lockwood, Connor Rhodes, Stephanie Fitzgerald (mentioned), Don Fitzgerald, April Sexton Warning:  mentions of rape and murder, idk what else ???, cursing ??? , patient death, mentions of pregnancy loss A/N: I don’t know how I feel about this one. We learn more about Morgan and her family. And Connor and Morgan’s relationship is altered. She also reconciles with Will. Let me know.

Part Four

“Dad? Is everything okay?” 

Morgan’s father rarely called her. It wasn’t that they were distant, they just didn’t like talking on the phone. And Morgan always made the effort to fly out to Colorado Springs at least once a year.

“No, everything’s not okay. It’s Marcus.”

“Marcus? What happened?” Morgan stops in a vast hallway, her body looking out to the street that runs alongside the hospital.

“He dropped out of college.”

“Um,” Morgan thinks about what to say. “Dad, I don’t know what I’m supposed to do about that.”

“He’s not answering our calls and his roommate hasn’t seen him in a few days.”

Morgan and Marcus were close. But after Olivia’s death they grew distant, even though they lived in the same city. Occasionally, they would get together for lunch or dinner and they would try to spend birthdays together, but Morgan was busy (more like consumed) with work and Marcus was focusing on school. 

“Dad, I just got back from a trip two weeks and I’ve been nonstop busy with work. I haven’t necessarily been keeping watch.”

“Well, when you get the chance can you please tell him to call us. Or even talk to him yourself.”

Morgan lets a sigh out unsure on how to handle the situation. “I’ll do what I can dad, but no promises. Marcus is his own person and after Olivia, things have been different.”

“They have been for us all Morgie. It doesn’t mean he should throw away his life.”

“Dad.” She sternly cuts him off before he could continue. “When I get a hold of him I’ll talk to him. You’ll only get him mad.”

“Now Morgan, I just want what’s best for him. I let him fly out there for college and he proves me wrong by being irresponsible. Stephanie is friends with the dean, she can reverse his decision.”

Her father continues, but a nurse walks up to Morgan gaining her attention.  “Dr. Fitzgerald, your brother is waiting for you in the cafeteria.”

“Thank you.” Morgan nods and turns her attention back to her dad. “Dad, listen. I have an important case that I need to get back to. When I see or hear from Marcus, I’ll call you.” The older man tries to continue talking, but Morgan hangs up the phone and makes her way to the cafeteria.

When she makes it to the vast space, she easily spots her brother Marcus. He’s using his fork to push around a tomato on his plate and his leg is bobbing up and down, shaking the chair next to him. 

“Hey Marcus. You haven’t been waiting long have you?” Morgan pulls the chair away from her brother’s shaking leg and sits down in it.

“No, I just got here.”

“Good.” Morgan pulls out her lunch, noticing how hungry she’d gotten. “So, what’d you want to talk about?” She asks then shoves a forkful of pasta in her mouth.

“I came to give you this.” Marcus pulls out a key and slides it over to his sister. Morgan hurriedly swallows her food to question him.

“Why’re you giving it back?”

“I appreciate you letting me stay in your apartment these past couple of weeks while Hayden’s gone.” Morgan urges him to continue. She pushes away her fettuccine alfredo dish and picks up the key. 

“I told you, you could stay as long as you want. Hayden’s gonna be out for another two weeks or so.”

“No, I know that. And again thank you. But I’m actually leaving Chicago.” Marcus tries telling the news slowly, but it still brings shock to his older sister. Her eyes have widened and her eyebrows were almost aligned with her hairline.

“Don’t you think that’s a little too rushed. It’s not too late to go back to school or –”

“No Morgan. It’s like I said last night. It’s been a little rough on me and I just don’t think school’s for me.”

“What’re you gonna do?”

“A friend of mine has some work in Louisiana for me.”

“And what exactly is your plan Marcus? You dropped out of school two weeks ago. Your name is still on the lease of your apartment. Are you planning on  going down to Louisiana to couch surf? You haven’t thought this through.”

“Wow Morgan. Out of everyone, I thought you’d be more supportive.” He scoffs, a little offended. Morgan can see her brother pull himself away from her, leaning back in his chair.

“It’s not that Marcus. I’m your sister, I’m allowed to be like this. Criticize your actions. Worry about you.”

“Well you need to understand that this is something that I want to do?”

“Why? What happened two weeks ago that has prompted you to uproot your life?” Marcus glances away, looking anywhere but at his sister. This irritates Morgan a bit and she taps the table to get him to look at her. “You can talk to me Marcus.”

“Two weeks ago, I got arrested and was almost charged with drug possession.” The news shocks Morgan even more and now she’s the one to lean back into her chair.

“Why didn’t you tell me? What happened?”

“I didn’t tell you because my mom didn’t want me to tell you. She used her connections to get the charges dropped.”

“She got the charges dropped? More than she ever did for me.” Morgan mumbles the last part, but Marcus hears her.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

The older sister makes a sucking noise with her teeth and shakes her head. “It’s nothing. Got into a fight at a frat party and got arrested, and instead of bailing me out, your mom let me spend the night in jail. And I had to do all the hard work to get it expunged.”

“Maybe that’s why she didn’t want me to tell you.”

“Yeah. Probably.” Morgan and Stephanie didn’t have the best relationship. It might have started from the fact that Morgan refused to call her ‘mom’ and had always called her by her name. Maybe even the fact that Morgan looked just like her mother. It could have also been the fact that Stephanie’s only son with her father, Marcus, looked up to Morgan as her replacement. Stephanie was always away on lawyer business; their dad had expectations for all his children to fulfill and it got a little overbearing; Olivia was an older teen that was out of the house by the time Marcus was four; and his older brother Omar was a kid himself, so most responsibilities that pertained to Marcus growing up, fell onto Morgan. She didn’t mind, but Stephanie did and it only created a bigger rift between stepmom and stepdaughter. 

Take into account a bunch of other events that occurred since Stephanie married her dad and it’s no surprise that the two didn’t get along and had to restrain themselves during family holidays. When Marcus moved out to Chicago, he did it as a way to get closer to his big sister again and he also understood that the death of their older sister was hard on Morgan. But despite his efforts they never did get close as they used to be.

Morgan is pulled out of her thoughts when she realizes that she’s staring off into the distance. “Anyways, that all doesn’t matter. Your mom got you out, it doesn’t seem like that is a reason to leave.”

“Well our dad’s apparently had enough of my shenanigans this semester, so he cut me off.”

“He cut you off?” Morgan leaves forward again, her forearms accidentally slamming into the table too hard.

“Yeah. My grades have been slipping. I’ve been to more parties than lectures. And I guess the arrest was the last straw.”

“And instead of helping you out, he cuts you off?”

“I don’t really care. I’ve finally realized college isn’t for me and that I just want to find my own path.”

“Okay, Mr. Fortune Cookie. Are you sure? Maybe you shouldn’t abruptly leave and detach yourself from your family after something like that happened? Maybe you should stay with me a little longer.”

“Morgan, I love you. But you’re never home. Since I got here last year, you’re never available and I know that’s not gonna change soon. Dad and I aren’t talking. And I’m not gonna move back home just to be stuck listening to my mom trying to push me back to school.”

“You can at least find a job in a city you know. I’ll help pay for your rent.”

“You still have student loans to pay off and your own rent to worry about.” “What about Omar? He and Rachel have an extra room in their apartment in California. It’ll be a new town, but you’d have family.”

“I’m not moving into an apartment with my older brother and his wife, not while they’re trying for a baby.”

“Is there any way that I can get you to change your mind?”

“No.”

“Dad called, he might uncut you off.” She shrugs, trying anything to get him to not make such a rash decision.

“Morgan,” he takes his sister’s hands trying to calm her down. “This will be good for me, I promise.” There’s a smile on his face, a dimple poking out of his left cheek. Morgan tries to say something again, but her phone beeps, indicating that she is needed in the emergency room. She hesitates, not wanting to end this conversation. “Take it, I have to head back to my apartment to pack.”

“Marcus–” He gives his sister a look and she pulls out her phone. Yep, she was needed. She stands up and he does the same. “You better not leave without giving me a proper goodbye.”

“I won’t,” the 19 year old pulls his sister in for a hug and she hugs him firmly, kind of scared to let him go. “Why don’t we go out for dinner and bring Connor?”

“Connor?”  Morgan pulls her body away from her brother, a confused look decorating her features. “How’d you know he was back?”

“I actually talked to him about this a few days ago.”

“I didn’t know you two were that close.”

“He’s a family friend. Friend of the family. I am also in this family.

“Yeah, I guess. I’ll ask him.” Morgan shoves her brother slightly and then begins making her way to the emergency department. “Keep the alfredo. Connor made it.” She yells back to him, the abandoned food resurfacing in her mind.

          ❦

The second Morgan walks into the ER she spots Connor at the desk. She walks up behind him and places a gentle touch on his bicep.

“Hey,” he says when he sees her.

“Hey.” He turns back to the Mac computer, but she keeps looking at him. “Why didn’t you tell me about Marcus? You and I see each other everyday.”

“It’s not that I was keeping it from you, Marcus wanted to tell you himself. And he asked me for advice on how to tell you.”

“Oh,” she tilts her head to the side as if to get a better perspective. “ I didn’t know I was that difficult to speak to.”

“You have your moments Fitz, but telling you was really important to him. So I was willing to help.” 

“Well thank you. He seems to be at ease with his choices.” 

“Well I’m glad.” Connor nods, giving a little smirk to his friend.

“He’s invited us to dinner. Wanna come?”

“Yeah, sure.”

A ding resonates in the department and Morgan sees Maggie in the corner of her eye.

“Dr. Fitzgerald, trauma one incoming.” Maggie says, a light tap on the doctor’s arm before moving towards the ambulance bay doors. 

Instantly Morgan grabs two pairs of blue gloves from a box on the countertop, throwing the extra towards the surgeon. “Come on heart doctor.” He chuckles, but pulls the gloves on and follows Morgan.

“18-year-old female hit a guard rail, flipped her car. Open left tib/fib, BP 90/75.” Everyone begins reeling the gurney into a trauma room. “Heart rate 130, GCS 10.”

“Alright, she’s gonna need ortho.” Dr. Rhodes starts. “Call X-ray. Alert the OR.” Maggie signals her understanding before putting the orders in her cube.

Morgan grips the sheets the patient is on to start the transfer. “One, two three. Transfer.” On her orders everyone moves the patient onto the treatment bed.

“It’s okay, sweetie.” Maggie soothes. “Let go of the purse; it’s okay. Let go.”

“It’s okay.” Connor tries to comfort as well, seeing the hesitance in the patient’s eyes. “You can give her the purse, okay? You can give her the purse.” 

Morgan moves away from the top of the patient and focuses on her other injuries. Morgan looks up to the screen; worry beginning to climb in her chest. Maggie leaves the room on a quest to find the girl’s family. Maggie takes her place next to Doris. “BP is crashing,” she says to the team.

“Pulse ox is 78.”

“She’s lost consciousness.” Morgan notices, taking a torch and flashing it into the girl’s eyes to gauge her reaction.

“Give me 100 of Sux, 20 of Etomidate.”

“Need a hand?” Morgan’s head raises to the sound of Dr. Halstead.

“Yeah, throw in a tube.” Morgan recommends and Will enters the situation. Morgan grabs the breathing mask and places it on Skyler’s face as the red headed doctor begins prepping the tube.

“She’s bleeding from somewhere.” Dr. Rhodes says. “Get the level one transfuser, trigger the MTP. I need the FAST scan and a chest X-ray.” The FAST scan is put in Connor’s hand as Will continues to intubate the girl. Morgan holds the breathing mask, waiting to move onto the next task to help the patient. Nurses surround the doctors giving off statuses and performing duties. 

“I’m in.” Will says and Morgan hands him the breathing tube so that he can push air into Skyler’s lungs. He nods at her and Morgan gives off a smile before moving away.

“All right, there’s no free fluid in her belly.”

“Let’s get the X-ray in here. And increase O2 to the max.” Morgan immediately announces when Connor removes the ultrasound wand. Will puts on a lead apron, Connor places a board under the girl and Morgan heads out of the way.

“X-ray, clear.”

“Clear.”

The room continues moving as soon as the X-ray is done. Will looks at the results, analyzing the problem. “Her left side is whited out and her mediastinum has shifted to the right.”

“It’s a tension haemothorax.” Morgan mumbles, her hands moving to the drawer with a chest tube. 

“Chest tube tray now. 36 French.” Connor says, and Morgan places it in his hand.

“Hand me the trauma shears.” Morgan asks April, who hands it to her. The doctor then cuts the girl’s shirt and disinfects the area. She moves out of his Dr. Rhodes’ way as he begins to cut into Skyler’s side.  Blood begins squirting out of the cut while Connor tries to plug it closed. “We need more sponges.” 

“Yes, doctor.”

“More four by fours.” Someone says.

“She tore something major in there.” Will exclaims as he tries to help his colleague. 

“Transfuser’s here!” April vocalizes, pulling the machine.

As Connor continues with the chest tube, Morgan leads the way. “Alright, let’s hook it up. Start with the blood and the plasma.” The nurse starts to do what was directed and Morgan moves back to Skyler’s head. A few more things are addressed before Connor makes the move to go up to the OR. Together the team, excluding Morgan, wheel the girl in the direction of the OR.

The doctor throws the gloves in a trash can, making her way over to Maggie’s desk.

“You’re not going up with them?”

“No, Connor’s got it. Besides I was paged down here for something.”

“Yes, a patient of yours in treatment 4. Should be your last before you head up to OBGYN.”

Morgan takes the tablet with a smile and turns, heading to the new patient. It’s been two weeks since she got back from her vacation and the break has allowed her to enjoy her job. You could see it in the way she easily smiled and they way interacted with her surroundings. Kevin and Adam taking the case out of her hands, helped as well. Maybe life could be a little easier now.

          ❦

When it came to obstetrics and gynecology, it was not as hectic as the emergency room. And during her hours there, Morgan was able to slow her pace down a little. Sure at times it could get a little boring, but Morgan loved seeing pregnant women and delivering babies, the beauty of life.

She’s standing in front of the glass window of the nursery room. Babies sprawled in their little incubators. Some fussing, some sleeping, some peacefully looking at the dim lights about them. She’s so entranced, she doesn’t even notice the person walking up beside her.

“They’re adorable, aren’t they?” She turns her head to see a woman who’s also looking at the newborns. “Is one of them yours?”

“Oh no! I just like looking at them.”

“Understandable. The one right here,” she points to a baby with a light green hat,” is mine. Harley is her name.”

“Beautiful.” Morgan sighs out, a small grin on her face.

“Do you have kids?”

“Um, no.” The doctor chokes out.

“Do you want kids?”

The personal question shocks Morgan. It almost makes her faint. Lately she hasn’t thought about it; but usually whenever she was on the phone with her dad or Stephanie, they’d remind her that her biological clock was running out. “I think I do.” Morgan answers, unsure what kind of answer that was. “I was pregnant twice before, but after that I never thought of it.” The doctor had no idea why she just told the woman that. No one knew about her pregnancies, not Hayden or Connor, not her brothers or her dad. This was something she wanted to keep to herself, not like it was anyone else’s business.

“Well I hope that you figure it out.”

“Thank you,” Morgan stalks away trying not to let the revelation of her child situation get the best of her. She continues walking until she gets back to the ED. She resumes working for the last few hours of her shift. Her mind forgetting everything else going on in her life and continuing with work.

          ❦

“Hey Will, have you seen Connor?” Morgan asks after venturing through the ED looking for her dinner date. “We’re supposed to have dinner.”

“So now you’re talking to me? Cause it’s almost been a month.” He says, packing away some things in his bag.

“Yeah, I am.” She looks at him. He isn’t looking at her and Morgan understands why. “Will, I’m sorry, I am. Everything that was happening a few weeks ago was a nuclear bomb. You were going through your own things and I didn’t necessarily help.”

“You were a little hostile,” they both chuckle at that. Morgan steps a little closer, testing the waters a little bit.

“I know I was. When it comes to my family, I get a little defensive. Especially with what happened to my sister. Then you went a did something incredibly stupid and I just got mad at you. And everytime I thought about approaching you, you went and did another stupid thing. You’re a great doctor. Amazing. I don’t want you to ruin that.” The two of them are closer now and Morgan tries to show her sincerity. “You have been one of my closest friends these past few years and I didn’t want to lose you. I’m sorry.”

“I forgave you a while ago.” He answers back and Morgan releases a breath she didn’t know she’d captured.

“And I promise I will try to tell you about my family and other things. Just give me a little time.”

“Yeah, of course. No big deal.” He nods, his eyes grazing the features of her face.

“Thank you Will. I don’t deserve you.” Morgan throws her arms around him and he almost doesn’t have time to react as she quickly pulls herself back. “I’m sorry to rush this nice moment, but have you seen Connor? We’re supposed to meet my brother for dinner.”

“Oh! Yeah, sorry. He was here just a few minutes ago. He was packing up to leave.”

“Damn, he must’ve forgot about dinner.”

“Morgan, you should know that our peds v auto patient didn’t make it. She died in surgery and I think it got to him.”

Taking a few steps back, Morgan nods, understanding the situation. “Thanks for letting me know. I’ll go make sure he’s okay.” Grabbing the bag that was prepped before she went on her search for Connor, she heads out of the room and throws a quick wave to Will.

It’s a little cold when Morgan steps out and she tightens her coat around her. Connor’s car is still in the parking lot and the sight pulls her body towards him. As she gets closer she sees him crying. The scene demolishes Morgan’s heart and it almost makes her cry, her eyes wetting as teardrops sit unshed. Her hand raises to tap on the driver window and she sees her friend jump a little. His head hesitantly turns to look at Morgan and she offers a small smile. He just looks at her, unaware of what to say or do, but gladly Morgan does. 

She walks around the front of the car and opens the passenger door, throwing her backpack in first and placing herself inside. The door slams shut and silence envelopes the two doctors. With no hesitation, Morgan reaches across the center counsel and takes Connor’s hand. Her thumb grazes his knuckles as his sobs calm down a little.

“I’m sorry about your patient Connor.” He turns his head and looks at her with a grateful look. “I already canceled dinner with Marcus. We can have it another night.”

“Thank you.”

“For the time being though, let’s go back to my place. We can watch movies and order pizza from that old pizzeria that we used to go to as kids. And you can’t say no.” Her other hand cups his face and softly wipes the tears away. “We’ll even drink wine or something. Whatever’s in the cupboards.” Connor’s hand clutches the wrist of the hand on his cheek, his thumb now soothing the exposed skin. There’s a small smile adorning his face and they almost reach his eyes. 

“I’m sorry about dinner.” His voice is raspy, bothered by the crying he was just doing. But Morgan finds it cute and it only brings her closer to him.

“No need to apologize. Like we promised, we’d always be there for each other.” It’s intimate, the most they’ve ever been and it wasn’t uncomfortable. It was as if they had always been this intimate. And no one knew who moved first, but in a short moment their lips clashed against each other in a kiss that was long overdue.  

Connor’s hand leaves Morgan’s and moves to cup the back of her neck as a way to bring her closer to him. The action, along with the temperature, sends a chill down her spine but the warmth of his lips soothes her. The tenderness of the kiss remains and they both decide to keep it gentle because these were new waters. His lips are a little chapped, but they compliment her soft ones and it parallels her callous fingers that are caressing his soft skin.

If Morgan could kiss Connor forever, she would. But they were still sitting in his car in the hospital parking lot. Their movements stop for a moment and they both sit there with their eyes closed, lips barely touching. When Morgan opens her eyes, he’s looking at her. There’s still a sad look present, but a small grin is pointed at her. She notices the dark scruff sculpting the bottom of his face and the tears sitting on his eyelashes. His eyes are on her lips as he feels an overpowering urge to kiss her again.

“We can also do more of that if you aren’t up for movies.” Morgan jokes before giving him a chaste kiss.

“Yeah, why not.” He whispered, willing to continue the private moment but also take a break from the day.

Part Six

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[hollywoods-golden-age-imagines]

Meeting and Dating Cosmo Brown

(Not my gif)(Requested by anonymous)

- You met Cosmo while attending one of Monumental Studios movie premieres and after parties as a photographer. You were the only one to snap a few photos of the handsome piano player once he arrived which immediately drew his attention to you. And what a sight stood behind those blinding flashes.

- He quickly composed himself and joined the announcer at the microphone just as Don and Lina showed up. He took the opportunity to sneak a long glance at you as you struggled to keep your place in the front of all the pushing cameramen. You finally fell back, dissapointedly giving up as you waited for the event to start.

- It wasn’t until everyone arrived at the after party that he spotted you again, though that wasn’t for lack of trying; he searched the entire dark theater for you. He made a beeline towards where you were stood, dodging people left and right as he did so.

- You looked at him a bit timidly, thinking you might have done something wrong, before he introduced himself to you and started to make conversation.

- He pretty much proceeded to tail you for the rest of the night, speaking with you as you went around snapping photos. You really didn’t mind, it was nice not being completely ignored at an event for once.

- You’d managed to snap a photo of Lina, post-cake throw which he amusedly told you you had to print him a copy of.

- By the end of the night, the two of you were pretty well acquainted. You began to pack your things, saying goodbye to him as you did so, assuming you’d never really see each other again. That was when he slipped you a sheet of paper with his name and number on it, telling you that it was so you could give him “that picture”.

- You smiled, nodded and wished him a goodnight just as your taxi pulled up to take you away.

- A week later and you were meeting up with the man, framed photo in hand and a smile on your face. He was ecstatic when you handed it to him, telling you how great it was and explaining how rotten Lina was most of the time so you didn’t think he was too cruel. He even promised you an opportunity to photograph Don as a thank you which you gladly accepted.

- It was during that photoshoot that he asked you out on a date; partly due to Dons insistence and threats. He was genuinely surprised when you agreed but boy did he look happy when he realized what you said.

- He took you to an amusement park for your first date. The two of you walked around the place riding everything you could, talking to each other and buying small snacks to eat. You wound up kissing his cheek while the two of you rode the Ferris wheel which prompted him to lean over and lay one on you.

- He was half-expecting you to slap him but he was more than glad that you didn’t. Even though the two of you kissed, he was still a little hesitant when asking if you’d be seeing each other again which you found quite adorable. You obviously agreed and soon enough, you were official.

- He likes to give as much pda as he can get away with. He’s so proud of you and wants everyone to now that you’re together. 

- He often calls you “his better half” or just “beautiful”. He’s incredibly fond of pet names and uses them all the time. 

- Your kisses always make him, at least a little, flustered and giddy, especially when he doesn’t expect them. His ears and cheeks turn a cute shade of red whenever you surprise him with one. 

- Complimenting people is something he’s learned to do well over the years but he must admit, he likes complimenting you far more than he does Don, Lina, or anyone else. 

- He’s not too crazy about movies; he deals with them everyday, he prefers to do something else when you’re looking to have a date. 

- Going dancing. Doesn’t matter what music plays; he’ll always be the best one out on the dance floor. 

- Bowling dates. 

- Rollerskating together. 

- Long dates that carry into the late hours of the evening. He’s a sucker for a goodnight kiss no matter how long you’ve been dating. 

- Handholding; he likes to swing your hands back and forth lightly. 

- He’s sort of shy when it comes to girls so it takes him a little while to really warm up to being in a relationship. When you first started dating, he was always unsure of what to do and when to do it. 

- Pecks on the lips and cheeks. 

- You like to jokingly call him a shadow what with him following either you or Don around constantly. 

- He always tries to be as close to you as he can. He just really likes being next to and touching you. 

- Sitting in his lap. Don’t have a chair? This boy will literally kneel on the floor so you can sit on his leg. 

-  He enjoys sleeping with his face in your chest and his arms wrapped around your waist in a hug. It’s a nice view to wake up to. 

- He can make just about anything into a song. You often catch him singing your name while wandering around. 

- Getting to listen to him play piano whenever you want, he thinks the praise and look on your face make it completely worth it. 

- Nobody ever really pays any attention to him so he adores it whenever you do.  He has a tendency to try and make listening to him worth your while; jokes, amusing stories, etc, because he thinks you should be somewhat compensated for doing so since no one else does. You always assure him that he doesn’t have to worry and that he could never bore or disappoint you. 

- He greatly enjoys being able to impress you, showing off his different impressive and comedic skills. He’s really a talented individual. 

- Making faces at each other. 

- Reading The Funnies together. It’s part of your morning routine.

- This man loves to hear you laugh and see you smile; it’s his favorite thing in the entire world. He’s constantly fooling around and telling jokes in an effort to see you do so. He’s a professional jokester so it’s pretty easy for him to have you in stitches. 

- Doing impressions of each other or other people. You may not be as skilled at doing so as he is but he loves it anyway. 

- Getting to hear his stories and the truth behind Don’s actual rise to success. It’s certainly hard to envision Don Lockwood as anything but a movie star though it’s definitely fun to try. 

- He still has a habit of waiting around for his buddy only now he has a girl to do it with. Sometimes you really have to wonder whether he’s in love with the man himself.

- He’s a bit of a smartass so the two of you exchange lovingly snide remarks often.

- He doesn’t get jealous very often, he trusts you wholeheartedly; he sort of has to be able to when you’re around his best friend, he just doesn’t trust other men. Whenever he does get jealous, he either forces himself to act completely friendly or pretends to be friendly while trying to make a fool of the other man. 

- Attending the Monumental Studios events with him. He has fun matching his outfit to yours. 

- Double dates with Kathy and Don. 

- He likes leaning his head on yours whenever you lay your head on his shoulder. He’ll usually press a kiss to your forehead before he does. 

- If you need an idea, without fail, he’s sure to have one. 

- He always has a joke ready but he isn’t afraid to get serious whenever you need him to. 

- A wonderful motivator, Cosmo always knows exactly what to say to cheer you up or get you in the right state of mind. 

- There’s really no better partner in crime than him; always loyal and never jealous of your success. 

- He always seems to be able to look on the bright side of things which helps when things aren’t going well. You can’t help but absorb some of his optimism when you’re feeling down. 

- He’s good at coming up with solutions which is partly why the two of you rarely argue. Who needs to fight when their boyfriend can always create a compromise or fix things?

- He isn’t afraid to apologize whenever he’s wrong, giving you a sincere “sorry” then making a few jokes to cut the tension once everything’s resolved. 

- Saying or hearing “I love you” makes him happy yet bashful. He doesn’t say it often but sometimes he just cant help himself, oftentimes exclaiming it while pulling you excitedly into his arms. 

- He’s certainly planning on tying the knot in the near future. He can’t imagine a life without you. In his eyes, he may have nothing else but at least he has you. 

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