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All I Want for Christmas - A Steve Harrington Imagine

Characters: Steve Harrington x Reader

Word Count: 3410

Summary: The annual Christmas-themed Hawkins Middle School dance is fast approaching, but while they should be volunteering, Steve and the Reader spend their time with each other instead.

Warnings: Slight swearing, suggestive ending + angst - topics surrounding a previous breakup, as well as a mention of a bad relationship with parents.

Written by: Jasper

A/N: we’re back!!! we missed you guys SO much. i absolutely LOVED writing for steve and stranger things! our requests are always open, so if you love this as much as i loved writing it (as well as any of our other posts), please please please check out our requests post and send over your requests! merry christmas and happy holidays! <3

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Disclaimer: GIF isn’t ours - credit to whoever it belongs to.

Snow Ball, 1984.

Given everything that happened a month ago, Y/N should have felt elated to go and help out at the school dance; to act like everything was okay just for a night, to feel normal again, but she surprisingly felt quite the opposite. She begged and pleaded, more than she ever had in her whole life, to just stay home, but her mother refused with a swift, “You’ll regret it when you’re older.”

“She’s making me go,” Y/N whispered over the phone, peering around the corner to make sure her mother wasn’t eavesdropping from the living room.

“I don’t know, Y/N,” Steve Harrington’s voice came through the ear speaker. Her and the once snobby rich boy formed an unusual bond after last month’s troubling events. Going through something as traumatic as that certainly ties you to someone for life, and she guessed that was what ultimately made them become the best of friends so quickly. They came to each other for everything since then, and she would be lying if she said that she hadn’t formed a crush on him that first night… But he was just out of a heart-wrenching breakup, so she (as hard as it may be) kept quiet as to not make him feel uncomfortable or ruin their budding friendship, which meant so much to her already. “I guess it could be kind of nice for you…”

“Jesus Christ, not you too—” she rolled her eyes, aggressively leaning into the wall.

“I’m just saying,” his voice was muffled through the phone, seemingly because he put it between his ear and shoulder. “you haven’t been the same since… everything…”

“Of course I haven’t, Steve… Who would?” Y/N answered, frustration and impatience apparent in her voice. He stayed quiet, prompting her to remember all the times he has acted as if nothing had ever even happened, “Well, not everyone can be Mr. Perfect Steve Harrington who-ignores-all-his-problems.”

“I think we’ve established that no one thinks I’m Mr. Perfect,” he chuckled insincerely, hinting at what had happened between him and Nancy Wheeler a month prior. The two had gone through a rather nasty breakup— the boy was devastated, seemingly never quite moving on. The girl, however, moving on not even a couple days later, contributing greatly to Steve’s heartbreak.

I do, Y/N so desperately wanted to say, but instead she kept quiet, an awkward silence falling over the two them.

“Okay, I’ll tell you what,” Steve said, cutting through the quiet tension. “I’m taking Dustin to the dance— why don’t I come around, pick you up too, you can make yourself look all pretty or whatever, and then you can sorta lie to your mom; act like you’re going to the dance, but in reality, you’re just hanging out with me.”

“Are you asking me to the dance, Harrington?” Y/N laughed, trying to make Steve flustered. “And did you just call me pretty?”

“Technically, I’m asking you to ditch the dance and hangout with me instead,” he replied, making no mention of the pretty comment.

After a moment of thinking, “Fine. But you have to stay in the car, I don’t need my parents asking you any weird questions— we all know you’re awful at lying.”

“Deal.”

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ

The night of the Snow Ball fast approached, and before Y/N knew it, the night had arrived. For hours beforehand, she had hastily gotten ready, trying to make herself look absolutely perfect. She wasn’t exactly certain why— sure, she had a crush on Steve and she would have made herself look nice for him anyways, but she wasn’t attending the dance, so was it really necessary to make herself so dance-ready? Picking out shoes that would be perfect for dancing, even picking out a flowy dress perfect for dancing?

“Y/N! Your date is here!” the girl’s mother called from the living room. “Is that really what he’s wearing to the dance?!”

“For the last time, Mom, he’s not technically my date…” Y/N answered, hurriedly rushing past her unbothered father sitting in his recliner, grabbing her bag off the coat hanger and opening the door. “Also it’s 1984, don’t judge other people’s attire. Bye, love you!”

“Is he not coming to meet us?—” was the last thing she heard before abruptly closing the door behind her, practically running to Steve’s car in the process.

She jumped in the backseat, “Step on it— Oh, hey, Dustin! I almost didn’t recognize you.”

The younger boy sat in the passenger, looking small in comparison to the older boy in the driver’s seat. His outfit was the epitome of the 1980s, puffy hair, bow tie and all. She wondered briefly if Steve had helped him get ready or if Dustin had done this all on his own. She looked over to Steve as Dustin greeted her, her attentiveness dying out instantly, no longer hearing a word the younger boy was saying.

Steve’s eyes were on her, and by the looks of it, they seemed to have been on her. The air between them suddenly felt on edge like never before— the way he looked at her made her heart hammer faster and faster against her ribcage; so loud that there was surely no way the other two couldn’t have heard it. His eyes sparkled in the dimming light as he took deep breaths, clearly mesmerized— well, until Dustin’s growing voice and finger snapping cut through the tension, “HELLO?! You two are going to make me late! Stare at each other later, it’s already getting dark!”

Steve pulled himself together first, slapping Dustin playfully on the arm, “We weren’t staring, smartass. OKAY, OKAY! I’m driving! Jesus Christ, you’re such a—”

But Y/N never really pulled herself together. The whole car ride to the dance was a blur, she didn’t even truly hear what the other two were saying. All she could focus on was the memory of his eyes on her, the look on his face, and the way she absolutely melted underneath his gaze. She was oddly quiet the rest of the ride, and Steve noticed— his eyes frequently shifting to the rearview mirror above him to glimpse back at her.

Quickly, she realized that the Hawkins Middle School building was emerging ahead of them; street lights and traffic finally snapping her out of her trance. Sitting up straight and leaning forward, she rested her forearms on the center console as Steve pulled the car around front, directly adjacent of the entrance doors. People streamed into the building in mostly pairs, all dressed head to toe in formal attire.

“All right, buddy, here we are…” Steve’s voice cut through the silence. Both him and Dustin looked to the doors, Dustin’s lingering on them a bit longer than Steve’s. “So, remember, once you get in there…”

Dustin looked back to Steve, nervousness somewhat apparent on his face. “Pretend like I don’t care.”

“You don’t care,”

“I don’t care.”

“There you go. You’re learning, my friend. You’re learning.”

“Oh, Jesus Christ— are you actually teaching him that?!” Y/N scoffed in disbelief, interrupting the other two’s somewhat heartfelt conversation, laughter choking out from her throat.

“What do you know?” Steve replied, turning around in his seat to directly look at her for the first time since the start of the journey. His brazen gaze softened the moment his eyes landed on hers.

“I know that acting like you don’t care makes you look like an asshole—”

Dustin reached for the rearview mirror as the older two playfully argued (which was such a common occurrence at this point, to which everyone else just simply ignored) and snapping it rather hastily in his direction.

Steve looked back at the sudden noise, “Hey—”

“What?” Dustin replied, still glancing anxiously at himself in the mirror above him.

Steve grabbed the mirror from Dustin, pulling it back into his direction, “Come on, you look great, okay? You look— you look great.”

Dustin assured Steve that he was hearing what he was saying, but it seemed more like assurance to himself than anyone else. He more or less looked like he was about to cry— he looked frightened, almost as if he wished he could just stay in the car forever and never have to step foot through those daunting doors.

“Dustin, take it from a girl, okay?” Y/N said, reassuring the terrified younger boy. Steve smiled to himself. “You genuinely look amazing. How about you save me a dance for when we pick you up later, yeah?”

Dustin nodded, signifying he was listening despite him looking to the floor.

“Okay, you’re gonna go in there…” Steve said.

“Yeah…”

“Look like a million bucks—”

“Yeah,”

“And you’re gonna slay ‘em dead.”

“Like a lion,” Dustin replied, a newfound confidence in his voice. Suddenly, his mouth opened and a purring noise came out, issuing both Y/N and Steve to nervously glance at each other.

“Yeah… don’t do that, okay?” Steve said as Dustin stared back at him, doe-eyed.

“Okay,”

Steve reached out a loving hand to him, “Good luck.”

Dustin took it, a slight smile on his face. He nodded, turned, then exited the car. Both Steve and Y/N watched as Dustin walked into the building hesitantly, but more confidently as he started to speak to someone that Y/N couldn’t see. Then, awkward silence washed over them as they both watched through the doors, neither of them saying a single word to another.

She looked to Steve out of her peripheral, realizing that he had spotted something, a relatively distressed look apparent on his face, unalike the smile he had merely moments before.

“Steve?” she said gently, worrying what she would see if she put herself at his level. “You okay?”

After he didn’t answer, she leaned forward, eyes instantly falling on Nancy Wheeler. She looked absolutely beautiful, talking and laughing with attendees as they came to her for a cup of punch. Steve visibly didn’t know that Nancy was volunteering tonight— the thought of going from knowing everything about someone, to knowing nothing, appeared to hurt him greatly. She was happy, which must have pained Steve even more— he hadn’t seemed genuinely happy himself in so long. But knowing Steve, Y/N knew that it was bittersweet to him— he was happy that Nancy was happy, and to him, that’s all that really, truly mattered.

Turning away, hiding the pang of jealousy and hurt that she felt by this, Y/N acted as if she hadn’t seen what he was looking at. Instead, she hopped up into the passenger seat next to him, minding her dress, and looked over at him. She was now unknowingly blocking his view of Nancy, yet he didn’t really mind it. Honestly… he grew to like it better this way.

Y/N was always there for him; she was there through the thick of last month, saving his ass that night more than he cared to admit. She was there through the aftermath of the breakup; all the times he tried to hide his tears from her in fear that she would make fun of him, yet she never did. She’d even let him stay over on nights that his parents made him so furious he couldn’t even be in the same house as them. She was there through it all, yet Nancy hardly did the same. Y/N was better for him, and he was finally starting to realize it.

“You okay?” the girl asked again sincerely, her eyes glistening in the low light as she watched him closely.

The boy exhaled and looked away, shook his head, more so to himself than her, and shifted his gear from parked to driving, “For the first time in awhile, I’m okay.”

He drove around the side of the school and parked. The parking lot was now deserted of other people despite the amount of vehicles that resided in spots, their owners clearly dancing the night away inside the building, abandoned until hours later.

The two of them exited the car, walking around and taking a seat on the back. That seemed to be one of the things they did these days; parking off somewhere and sitting on the hood or trunk and having deep conversations. Y/N cherished those perfect moments, she was sure she cherished them a bit more than Steve did considering her feelings, but nonetheless, she was sure he adored them too, even if not the same way she did.

“You sure you’re okay? You looked pretty… blindsided back there—” Y/N hesitantly said, shifting her position to look at him. She feared he would be upset with her for bringing it up again. She braced for a sarcastic remark… but none ever came.

He looked back up, his dark hair falling over his forehead in pieces. He looked so innocently back at her, no sign of hurt or annoyance at her question. His voice was gentle, “More than okay.”

She chuckled, “Well, that’s a start. Why the change of heart?”

“You, actually.” He replied, his voice soft, unlike she’s ever heard it before. “It’s always been you.”

Her breathing shallowed, her heart beginning to palpitate. Was he meaning what she thought he was? Or was she simply looking too far into it? “I don’t understand—”

“You know,” he begin. “I can’t remember the last time Nancy asked me if I was okay, or simply cared if I was, if I’m being honest.”

Y/N simply sat and listened, not daring to say a single word or make him lose his train of thought.

“It was always me asking her if she was okay, always only caring about her and her well-being. I lost sight of myself and how I was doing, all just to make her happy… but I never got it in return.” he continued, looking out at the empty parking lot, remembering memories that he was trying so hard the past few weeks to forget. “I mean, I don’t blame her. She’s always had her own shit going on. I don’t know— I guess what I’m trying to say is… it’s been nice having someone care about me for once. You know, ask how I’m doing and all that shit. Maybe all this time I’ve just been focusing on someone who never really wanted me in the first place, while someone who’s been there for me since day one was getting the short end of the stick.”

“Steve—” Y/N began to say, the words dying out in her throat. Her comforting hand came to rest atop his beside them, their fingers slightly intertwining. Her eyes scanned his face, looking for any sign of hesitation or regret. Yet, there was none…

“You’re beautiful,” Steve spoke delicately, looking up from their embracing hands to meet her gaze. “I’m sorry it took me so long to realize it.”

“We still have time.” she smiled, squeezing his hand a bit tighter. She dreamt of this moment for so long, yet when it finally came, she felt as if she couldn’t speak properly; all the words she imagined saying to him died out in her throat the moment it was finally happening. It wasn’t just a dream this time— it was real life.

“I’m sorry— Jesus Christ, I haven’t even asked how you feel—” he backtracked, shaking his head, frustrated with himself. “I just assumed—”

“Are you kidding, Steve?” Y/N replied as he looked to her nervously. “It’s all I’ve ever wanted.”

He smiled, relief washing over his face in waves. This was atypical for Steve Harrington— not only the anxiousness he exuded in those few moments, but also the way he poured his entire heart out. Y/N was sure he must have done it with Nancy; he’d even done it with other topics to Y/N, but never in this way. Never so vulnerable— she figured that was the perfect word to describe it: Vulnerable.

Steve had changed so much over the past month. He was broken and bruised (even quite literally at one point), so much that it changed him. He was worried that Y/N didn’t feel the same— he had always just assumed Nancy did, but that didn’t turn out well for him now, did it? No, he needed to be absolutely sure this time.

“Y/N, are you sure?” Steve asked, glancing back at her hand atop his. “I can’t go through it again…”

Her lips met his, gently but urgently, washing away all of the doubts and insecurities swirling around in his head. In that moment, he forgot about Nancy wholeheartedly, forgot about every bad thing that had ever happened to him, even forgetting how him and Y/N got to this point. The only thing that mattered was the destination; her lips were soft moving against his, her hands caressing his skin in innocent places that she’d never touched him before.

Steve’s fingers came up to lace through her hair delicately, pulling her closer than ever. He ached to feel her nearer to him, to embrace her wholly, after so long of not knowing what that felt like.

He pulled away first, cold air replacing the heat of where his lips were mere seconds previously. Her senses on high alert, Y/N realized the music from inside the building could be faintly heard, interrupting the quiet of the dark, abandoned lot. Every Breath You Take was vaguely audible, the vibe of the dance changing drastically. She imagined the dance attendees slow dancing with another, taking the opportunity to kiss and be close to each other.

Steve jumped off the back of the car, held out a hand to her and said, “You didn’t think I’d let you come to a dance without making you dance with me, did you?”

She chuckled, smiling to herself, happiness overtaking her for the first time in awhile, “Not letting Dustin get the first dance with me, huh?”

“Never in a million years,” Steve joked. “you’re mine now.”

“I could get used to that…” Y/N flirted, taking his outstretched hand in hers.

The two found themselves embracing, slow dancing, spinning, playfully joking, until it got comfortably quiet between them. They basked in each other’s presence, feeling happier than they’ve felt in a long while. It was hard to imagine this any other way— it felt as if it had been this way between them forever.

She rested her head atop his shoulder, pulling him close and wrapping her arms around him. They both shut their eyes, the comfortable silence giving way to the song faintly coming to an end inside of the school. The moment felt bittersweet— both of them wishing it could last forever.

After a long pause, Y/N opened her eyes first, noticing that the scenery had slightly changed around them. A thin white sheet covered the ground and the cars residing in their respective spots, white flakes falling gently out of the sky.

“Steve—” she spoke, lightly backing out from his embrace. She glanced around them, “It’s snowing.”

He opened his eyes, both of them immediately landing on her, not bothering to even look out at the snow. As cheesy as it sounded in his head, she was more beautiful than anything nature could possibly do, and he didn’t want to miss her most of all.

He tucked a snow covered strand of hair out of her face, making her look to him. A smile formed on her mouth as his lips met hers for a second time, snow falling all around them like minuscule, twinkling stars.

“Hey…” Steve whispered, lips resting against Y/N’s. “How about we go back to my place? Pick Dustin up in a couple hours, yeah?”

“Mhm,” she replied, grinning, finally opening her eyes to meet his once again. “hey, wait— what happened to acting like you don’t care?”

Steve, remembering the advice he had just given Dustin less than a half an hour before, snickered, “Yeah, well, that was minutes ago— I’m a changed man now.”

She laughed, making a face at him as they got back into his car. They drove off to his house as Christmas music played vaguely over the radio, hands tenderly held near the stick shift, stealing glances at each other on well-lit streets.

As it turned out, her mother had been right in someway all along; Y/N would have regretted this night for the rest of her life if she hadn’t gone. As much as she hated to admit it, school dances, or lack thereof, turned out to not be so bad after all.

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Snow Globe - A Tyler Galpin Imagine

Characters: Tyler Galpin x Reader

Word Count: 2297

Summary: Christmas has arrived in Jericho, and Tyler accompanies the Reader to the market.

Warnings: Slight angst - topics surrounding absent parents

Written by: Josie

A/N: Not us posting our first imagine in a whole year?! Go have a read of our last post for context but we’re so excited to be back, and what better time to do that than Christmas! We’ll make an updated post on making requests soon, but for now, I hope you enjoy!

Disclaimer: GIF isn’t ours - credit to who it belongs to

Things were different in Jericho this weekend… but this time, it’s not in a bad way.

The main square of the town was alight with red and gold and green, and stalls selling all sorts of wintery goods lined the streets for what looked like miles. Christmas music played through the speakers and the town was alive with energy and spirit. Frankly, it was a beautiful change to the often gloomy atmosphere in this town, with the tension between the normies and the outcasts constantly looming. The holidays just make everything… different. There’s no “us” and “them”, just a sense of community and happiness. And Y/N was not planning on missing out on this.

Tyler Galpin had done everything he possibly could to get the day off today - he even managed to talk his way out of working a hot chocolate stall. In his defence, he’d already managed to get his shift covered at the Weathervane, he wasn’t going to accept a job doing more or less the same thing. However, that didn’t stop him popping over to get himself a cup of steaming hot cocoa.

“Tyler,” one of the guys behind the stall greeted him with a grin - a regular from the Weathervane. He must be volunteering, Tyler pondered. “Not working the cafe today?”

“Well, I didn’t wanna miss this,” the boy responded, quickly skimming the drinks menu despite already knowing exactly what he was going to order. “Could I get one hot chocolate please?”

The man nodded, and got to work. Tyler threw his hands in his coat pockets, something he always does when he isn’t quite sure what to do with himself, and looked around at the crowd. He was always very observant, someone who’d much prefer to watch from a distance rather than be in the centre of the action. As he scanned all the people enjoying the festivities, his eyes landed on the one girl he really wished to see today. She was alone, looking intently at a stall of little Christmassy trinkets.

“Excuse me, could you make that two?” Tyler said quickly, before the man could finish his drink as to not inconvenience him too much. God, he knows what that’s like… nothing worse than a customer changing their order when he’s already halfway through making it. If looks could kill… well, the espresso machine would be dead, as if he stared at the customers that way, he’d probably get fired.

“Here you go,” the man said as he passed Tyler down the two cups. The boy thanked him, paid, and set off toward his destination.

Y/N didn’t notice Tyler walk up to her, as she was far too fixated on the stall in front of her. There were lots of small ornaments that would be just right for a gift, and she wanted to find the perfect one.

“Hi, Y/N,” Tyler spoke, snapping the girl out of her trance. He smiled at her, that smile that always made her heart jump. “I bought you a hot chocolate.”

The warmth that spread through her body as soon as her hands gripped the cup was so incredibly satisfying that she sighed, content. “Thank you Tyler… are you sure these weren’t both for you? You saw me and decided you probably should give one to someone else?” she teased.

“I guess you got me,” Tyler smiled. “So… you looking for anything specific here?”

“I want to get something extra for my mum,” Y/N spoke, clearly back in her own mind, thinking hard about what the right thing to buy might be. “She deserves just a little something more. Something special… sentimental. I just can’t decide what.”

Tyler scanned the selection of possible gifts with a critical eye. He had never really had to buy a present for his mother… it had been far too long since he’d spent a Christmas with her, or a birthday. If he was totally honest, he didn’t have a clue what you were supposed to buy for a mother. How could he? He didn’t even know what to buy for his father, the parent that is around. He doesn’t do emotional, sentimental gifts, let alone gifts at all really. Every birthday, Tyler would get ten dollars and a pat on the back, and for Christmas? He’d get a stocking half full of socks, or something else that just proves his dad doesn’t know a single thing about him, his interests, his passions.

Y/N was lucky enough to have loving parents, both of them. Some people in Tyler’s position would be jealous - and in all honesty, he was jealous of a lot of others - but Y/N was different. She really deserved to have the family she did, so he wasn’t jealous, he was happy.

“Get this,” he spoke, pointing to one of the many items on the table.

“What?” Y/N responded, not expecting Tyler to make any suggestions.

“This one, here,” Tyler said, reaching over to the table and picking up a small item that Y/N couldn’t quite see. He placed it in her palm, the slight touch of his fingertips to her hand sending a warmth through her not dissimilar to the way the hot cocoa did, just with added excitement. As he slid his hand away, Y/N saw a little snow globe with space for a photo behind the flurry. Tyler had a subtle but not unnoticeable twinkle behind his eye as he watched the girl he adored shake the glass globe with a smile.

“Tyler, this is absolutely perfect,” She beamed, warming his heart so much that he couldn’t feel the cold anymore. Placing her hand on his arm, she looked him dead in the eye, speaking a thousand words, yet only two made their way out. “Thank you.”

The barista shrugged, feeling bashful as his rosy cheeks hid the blush that was definitely creeping up on his face. “It’s nothing.”

But it wasn’t nothing. Y/N knew Tyler didn’t have his mother around. She’d internally kicked herself after mentioning who she was buying her gift for, cursing her mouth for moving faster than her mind. As soon as she saw his pursed lips and furrowed brow, she absolutely hated herself for being so stupid. How could she be so careless? Way to make a good impression, Y/N, bring up his trauma. Nice one.

So when Tyler’s mouth turned up at the corners as his eyes fell on the perfect gift, her heart grew fonder of him even more so, if that was possible. He just kept getting better and better.

“Walk with me?” Y/N asked him, looking up with eyes he couldn’t refuse as she sipped on her drink. God, he wished he could look into those eyes every single day. “I was gonna go see the rest of the market and maybe check out the fair at the end… now I say it out loud it’s kind of sad that I was going to it all alone,” she rambled. The way he was looking at her, eyebrows slightly raised in amusement, was making her nervous. Little did she know that he thought it was oh so adorable. “So… you can come with me, if you want to.”

“Do you want me to?” Tyler challenged. He wasn’t about to be difficult, but he’d be lying if he said he didn’t want to play with her a little. She was being far too cute, he couldn’t resist a little lighthearted teasing, just to see that beautiful smile of hers as a light blush coloured her cheeks.

“Yes, Tyler,” she replied. “I’d like you to come with me.”

***

A few hours had passed, yet it barely felt like a few minutes. The pair had eaten German sausages, added ornaments to the Jericho town Christmas tree and even had a cheeky bit of mulled wine, for good measure. When your dad is the sheriff, you can get away with these things.

Eventually, the fairground at the end of the market trail was in front of them, rides flashing with bright lights. There was definitely a lot to take in, but they both agreed they wanted to try out the ferris wheel first.

The crowd was very busy that evening. There were families with small kids, teens running around with their friends, and just about every kind of person at the fair, which definitely made it easy to lose your companions in the crowd. Using this as a wonderfully convenient excuse, Tyler reached down and embraced Y/N’s hand with his own, lacing their fingers together. Y/N looked up at him with wide eyes.

“Didn’t wanna lose you in the crowd before we got to the ferris wheel… that would kind of suck,” he shrugged, before heading off in the direction of the large ride. The ferris wheel was lit up a beautiful red, the colour of the holidays, casting a ruby glow on the pair’s faces. As they waited in the queue, Tyler looked down at the girl he wanted to call his, her face a brilliant scarlet, and wondered if you could make a wish on a ferris wheel, as he knew exactly what he would wish for. Funnily enough, he didn’t think ferris wheel wishes were particularly common.

After a short while, the ride staff guided Y/N and Tyler to their carriage as it came around, with the latter helping Y/N on. It could be said that he was being a gentleman, but really he just didn’t want to let go of her hand. As they sat with the bar down waiting for the ride to move, Y/N took a deep breath.

“I have a confession to make,” she said, turning to face the boy. He blinked, taken aback by the apparent randomness to this conversation starter, but intrigue always reigns superior.

“Okay… what might that be?”

“I’ve never actually been on a ferris wheel before.” Y/N breathed. That was it? Thank god. Tyler worried that it might be something much worse. Not because he was thinking pessimistically, but because he worries about her. Because he cares.

“You haven’t?” He asked, and Y/N shook her head. “Aw well, it’s nice. You’ll like it. Especially at night. You can see every single light in the town… it’s really quite beautiful, actually.”

The wheel began to turn, sending the two of them round and upward at a slow pace. After a short while, Y/N learnt that Tyler was right… she could see the town like she never had before. The whole Christmas market they’d just walked through was clear as day in front of her, the trails of stalls painted out like a road on a map. As Tyler pointed things out to her from their height, she noticed him ever so slightly place his fingers over hers as they held the bar. She nearly didn’t notice at all, but the spark that shot through her body gave it away.

“And… that there is the Weathervane. You’ve got the town hall right there, obviously, it’s where the massive Christmas tree is. Oh, and you see that light all the way in the distance? That’s Nevermore.”

Y/N looked around wide-eyed at the beauty she could see from the sky, despite there being nothing quite like the beauty that was next to her. Unbeknownst to her, Tyler was thinking exactly the same thing. His fingers were still latched onto hers, but he ached to be closer. He longed to touch more of her, hold all of her.

“This must be the most breathtaking thing you’ve ever seen, surely?” Y/N almost whispered, still taking in the scene in front of her.

Tyler smiled the unique smile of someone that is hopelessly in love, admiring her as she stared out at the twinkling night. “Not quite.”

His tone caught her, and she turned her head to face him, eyes meeting his. She didn’t realise they had reached the top, and were stopped there, and she didn’t think he had even noticed at all. He did, though. There was something in his expression that made Y/N’s heart skip multiple beats, for it was far too intense for the heart to only skip one.

“Y/N,” he began, playing with her fingers. Really it was nerves, but the girl thought it was ever so sweet. “Can I kiss you?”

When you’ve been waiting to hear four simple words for so long, they almost seem faded and distant, like you’ve imagined it and you haven’t actually heard them at all. Y/N had to replay that one short sentence in her head a good few times before she could register that yes, he had actually said that. She was shocked, to say the least, so all she could do was nod.

The buzz of the Christmas market lowered to a quiet fuzz as Tyler cupped her cheek, admiring her for one more second, before he leaned in and pressed his lips to hers. He did it softly, delicately, as though he was afraid she might change her mind, and the ecstasy he felt when she kissed him back was something beyond compare. Her lips were like heaven, the sweet taste of the mulled wine still lingering between them. Their kiss was innocent, yet emotional, and just perfect.

Tyler’s thumb caressed her cheek as they pulled away, both on cloud nine. Y/N grinned as she noticed something different - white little particles now decorating his sandy brown curls.

“It’s snowing,” she grinned, and Tyler laughed as he noticed how a couple of snowflakes caught in her eyelashes. That smile on her lips was so enticingly irresistible - even more so than it always had been - that he didn’t feel sorry for interrupting her excitement for the snow by kissing her again.

And again.

And again.

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hey so… it’s been a year…

gonna start off by saying sorry for disappearing just when we opened our requests lol, but we underestimated just how crazy our lives would get! since then i have graduated university which is so crazy, and jasp’s had a lot going on too. but we’re lowkey considering picking this account up again? i have been missing writing lately, and would like to be able to do it in my own time at my own pace, but i would like to continue sharing those stories with you. will keep you updated and will let you know when to send your requests over if we do decide to come back again! might even throw a couple new fandoms in while we’re at it (tags 👀)

but yeah on a real, we might come back, but we’ll let you know. thanks for sticking around :)

josie

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Enmity Challenged - A Jace Herondale Imagine

Characters: Jace Herondale x Reader

Word Count: 2052

Summary: Jace isn’t the Reader’s favourite person to say the least, and when he has to train her, she isn’t happy about it.

Written by: Josie

A/N: Requests are open for all our fandoms so go send us stuff! Read our pinned post for context :)

Disclaimer: GIF isn’t ours - credit to who it belongs to.

Knock knock.

Knock knock knock knock.

Y/N groaned into her pillow as the rapping on her door at the Institute persisted. She had been dreading this day for a good week now, and honestly she wasn’t sure how she’d put it off for so long with everyone constantly pestering her about it. There was a huge battle last week after a bunch of demons somehow slipped through and terrorised the streets of New York, and whilst the Shadowhunters came out triumphant, Y/N was now down a weapon. Her beloved weapon was damaged beyond repair, and because she’d been using it since she was young, there was no other weapon she was familiar with and therefore didn’t have the qualifications to use another in battle.

Until today of course.

Isabelle had convinced Y/N to let Jace train her with her new weapon so that she can use it in battle. Y/N had begged Izzy to let her or Alec or Clary do it, but they had all been assigned on a mission elsewhere, and weren’t coming home any time soon. Honestly, Y/N wanted anyone but Jace to train her up. Cocky, arrogant, “I’m the Angel’s gift to you mortals” Jace. Y/N thought that if most people had the choice, they wouldn’t pick someone with that sort of description. Not the most desirable profile, right? Surely any sane person would swipe left.

After a week of dodging Jace as much as she possibly could (which mostly failed, by the way, the Institute was only so big), she had finally agreed to schedule a session in for this morning. Every time Jace managed to catch her before she darted in the opposite direction, he’d make some quip: “Come on, Y/N,” He’d say with a smirk and a wiggle of his eyebrows. “Putting this off more will only make the tension between us stronger when we actually train.”

Y/N would snort, holding back a sea of insults for the sake of everyone else’s ears, settling for a simple, “You wish.”

Jace would saunter toward her then, arrogance practically oozing off him. “Oh I know. The longer you avoid me, the more you’ll feel drawn to me. I’m like a freaking magnet to you.”

Naturally, Y/N was desperate to prove him wrong, but her lack of weapon training was getting silly now; she urgently needed something to fight with. So, reluctantly, she agreed.

The knocking on her bedroom door never quietened - no, instead a voice joined it.

“Y/NNNN,” Jace dragged out her name, the cocky playfulness evident in his tone. “It’s time for our date.”

Y/N scowled at the door and hopped off the bed - she was already dressed and ready to go, she just decided that her bed was much more appealing than actually getting up to face the day.

Swinging the door open, she became face to face with the person she’d been avoiding all week. “It’s not a date,” she grumbled, pushing past him. The quicker she got to the training room and got this done, the quicker she could get away from him.

“Mmm, it kind of is,” said Jace, hot on her heels. “Two people, going to an arranged meeting together, just them… sounds like a date to me.”

“Listen, Jace,” Y/N said suddenly, whirling around to face him, causing the blonde to stumble over his feet at her sudden halt, quickly recovering. Damn his fast reflexes. “I’m not into you. Not like that. Like, at all. You got it?”

“I didn’t say it was a romantic date,” He said, still managing to fight for the upper hand in this little feud between them. “Could be a friend date. But, sounds like you have other ideas-“

Huffing, Y/N rolled her eyes and carried on walking down the corridor and to the training room. She had stopped by the weapons room along the way to pick up the new weapon she had selected but not yet used. It was a beautiful longsword, the silver hilt decorated with an array of swirling runes to aid her fight.

Finally, the two arrived in the training room, Jace wielding his seraph blade, and Y/N awkwardly holding her new sword, attempting to make it seem natural to her. Her old weapon had been a little different to this one - the change in weight and size had her thrown into a slightly unfamiliar territory.

Jace watched as the sword wobbled in her grip as she held it in front of her, her controlled face faltering as she tried to hide her unsureness. The corners of his mouth twitched into an amused smile at her determination to not ask for help. “You okay there?”

As if remembering he was there, her head lifted quickly to look at him. “I’m fine, Jace.” She responded coldly.

Jace couldn’t explain why, but her tone was beginning to get to him. His chest tightened at her icy voice, but he ignored it, keeping up his animated persona. “You know we won’t get very far if you can’t even hold the sword properly-“

“Jace, please.” Y/N cut him off, dropping the sword to her side and her other hand pressing against her forehead in agitation. “By the Angel, I’m not going to be able to do this with you if all you do is sass me. Can you not just take me seriously for once?”

The blonde would be lying if he said he wasn’t taken aback by her outburst. Was that how she really felt about him? He thought their little ‘frenemy’ thing was mutual: he’d sass her, she’d roll her eyes and shove him, he’d laugh. He didn’t think he ever bothered her, not really.

“Okay,” Jace held up his hands in half-serious surrender, and looked at her sincerely. “Okay fine, no sass. But are you going to let me help you?”

Y/N held his gaze for what felt like a very long time to Jace; it was like she was reading his thoughts, trying to tell if he was being serious or not. He began to shuffle his feet nervously, an awkward gesture very unlike Jace’s usual composed demeanour, and almost broke the eye contact until Y/N sighed and looked at the floor in defeat. “Okay.”

Jace began to step toward her, then paused. “May I?” He asked, gesturing to her hand holding the hilt of the longsword. Y/N simply nodded.

Laying his seraph blade on the ground, Jace moved to stand behind her. His hand slid down next to her arm gently, ever so slightly brushing the skin as it moved, leaving goosebumps in its wake. It reached its destination over Y/N’s smaller hand on the hilt. “It’ll be much easier,” He spoke, his mouth much closer to her ear than she thought it was, making the hair on the back of her neck stand up. “If you hold it like this.”

His other hand came around her body to help adjust her grip, and her breath hitched involuntarily. She mentally cursed herself for it - she won’t admit it, but she’d thought about Jace before, in ways more than a friend would, let alone a rival. Every time she caught her mind wandering, she’d shake her head at herself, frowning at the fact she’d allowed herself to think about Jace that way, Jace of all people.

The atmosphere in the room had thickened significantly as Y/N nodded at Jace’s instruction, words caught in her throat. The thoughts she’d suppressed of the boy behind her came swimming to the surface: thoughts of touching him, kissing him. She couldn’t shake them away quite so easily with his chest pressing against her back, and she wasn’t sure she wanted to.

“So when you want to strike,” Jace continued, his voice low. “You move it in this sort of motion,” He demonstrated, his hand still gripping onto Y/N’s, the two of them moving the longsword together. “Rather than this. It’s more effective.”

Y/N hummed as she practiced the swift movement, Jace no longer guiding her but keeping his hand securely over hers. She was very aware of the closeness of Jace’s lips to her temple, aware of the heaviness of his breathing.

“I’m surprised you haven’t pushed me away yet,” Jace murmured, speaking his thoughts aloud before his mind had even given the green light to say it.

“Well,” Y/N replied. “Maybe I don’t dislike you as much as I let on.”

“Really?” Despite the evident smirk in his voice, the surprise in his tone seeped through. He was quick to conceal it again though. "Enough to let me win… in a duel?"

He dramatically sped around to face her, grabbing his seraph blade on the way and pointing it at her. The sharp tip of it rested just under her chin. "I challenge you, Y/L/N."

The moment was over as quickly as it began, but the thickness of the atmosphere remained. Jace would never admit it, but he had definitely panicked. Y/N's honesty was just so… out of character. It flustered him. She smirked, regainining her composure. "You're on, Herondale."

As soon as the words left her mouth, their blades collided with a clang and they fought, swords slicing the air and the two of them dodging and diving the other’s blows. Y/N was holding out pretty well considering she had never used this particular weapon before - well, at least she thought she was. Jace had other plans.

After letting her get a little cocky with her abilities, Jace let his own skill kick in, and one expert move of his seraph blade knocked Y/N’s longsword right out of her grip, skidding across the room. Bewildered, Y/N lost focus for a second - big mistake. Anyone fighting with Jace would be a fool to forget that there’s no one quicker than him.

Before she could even comprehend his movements, Y/N found herself slammed against the floor of the training room with a seraph blade to her throat, and blue eyes consuming her vision. “Tut tut, Y/N. You faltered. Looks like I win.” Jace gloated, but his words didn’t hold the same arrogance they spoke. His tone was distant, distracted, as the knowledge that they were supposed to be training slowly faded into oblivion.

“Guess so,” Y/N breathed, but she didn’t quite hear her own voice. Jace’s body over hers was clouding her mind, and those thoughts she had of him came rushing back through her, burning her blood with need.

Slowly, Jace removed the blade from her neck, leaving it clattering a distance away. She expected him to get up, but when he didn’t, she was surprised to find herself pleased. She was surprised to find herself excited when he leaned down, and surprised to feel euphoric as his lips met hers tenderly, almost hesitantly.

As Jace kissed her, she finally allowed herself to give in to all those thoughts she’d pushed down, all those feelings she’d repressed for the Shadowhunter boy on top of her. Jace groaned as Y/N’s hands found themselves in his blonde hair, and little did she know, he felt the same way about her. The daydreams, the imagining, the thinking of Y/N constantly; it was finally overcoming him. And he was glowing - they both were.

When they pulled away, they immediately knew everything would be different. This was Y/N and Jace, the “frenemies”, the two who were supposed to hate each other’s guts and bicker daily across the Institute.

Now they were Y/N and Jace who… kissed each other? Not even just that: they kissed and it meant something. It meant a lot and it was real.

They didn’t know how their dynamic would change from here. All they knew is that it would be different, and everyone would have suspicions. And as they stared at each other - both shock and elation running through their veins - they knew that they’d deal with it, whatever came their way.

Jace began to lean in once more, to get more than just a taste of Y/N, as he ended up being the one drawn to her like a magnet. He just couldn’t help himself. Their lips were inches away from each other when the voice of the Lightwood sister echoed through the training room.

“Oh by the Angel, that’s not how you train!”

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scott mccall x reader ( handcuffs + alpha kink ? ) smut

Omg our first request, thank you!! This is actually a great opportunity for me to post a quick update - I’ve been ill recently which is why the account has been a little quiet, but I’m feeling better now :) I’m going to get finishing that Jace (Shadowhunters) imagine, and then I’ll get started on your request!

Requests are still open so send us more! We’re so excited to put your ideas into stories :)

- Josie

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REQUESTS OPEN!

Hey everyone, we are a new(ish) imagines account and we are super excited to be accepting requests!

The fandoms we write for are:

- The Vampire Diaries (and it’s spin-offs)

- Harry Potter

- Teen Wolf

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To request simply send us an ask using the “submit a request” section on our profile. Let us know who the imagine is about, a summary of the plot, and any other details you’d like us to throw in! We’ll do our best to do your request justice.

Also, we do write smut, so if you’d like to request something a little spicy then go ahead! We won’t judge haha so be as detailed as you wish, you can always request anonymously!

We’re really excited to start receiving requests, so please go ahead and send us whatever! In the meantime, we have three imagines already up (Kai Parker, Theo Raeken and James Potter) and another coming very soon (Jace Herondale), so go and check those out!

We can’t wait to hear from you!

Love, Josie & Jasper

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Adversary - A James Potter Imagine

Characters: James Potter x Reader

Word Count: 2690

Summary: James Potter and the Slytherin reader have a seemingly useless rivalry, yet are forced to be around each other by their mutual friend, Remus Lupin.

Written by: Jasper

A/N: This imagine was inspired by a vision that I had a few months ago after trying to reality shift to the Marauders era! Hogwarts is more of a university in my desired reality, but this imagine can work for any age. I hope you like this imagine, and definitely check out our page! We’ll be posting multifandom stories, and I’ll also be posting more for all different characters from Harry Potter! So, keep an eye out for those, and we’re also accepting requests! 👀

Disclaimer: Gif isn’t ours - credit to who it belongs to.

“We’re meeting in the library after dinner, if you want to come.” Remus said, consciously taking small steps beside Y/N, knowing his long legs normally took too big of strides for her to keep up with. The two of them walked through the ancient, crowded halls of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, carrying arm-fulls of books that neither of them would dare attempt to stuff into their already overfilling bags, which were both currently slung across their shoulders.

Y/N and Remus had a complicated friendship, really— not that anything was technically wrong with their relationship particularly; the two of them were rather close with one another. No, nothing was wrong with their friendship at all. The complicated part had absolutely nothing to do with the two of them, but it had everything to do with Remus’ group of friends… especially James Potter.

“Will James be there?” Y/N asked, looking over at Remus with narrowed eyes. He was avoiding her gaze, as he normally did with anyone, but this time it was different. She noticed him doing this lately whenever he was contemplating telling her a lie or not, and it was getting on her nerves. “You know you can tell me if he is, right?”

“Can I, though?” Remus said finally, pushing the brown, wavy locks out of his eyes and looking over at her. “If you even simply know that he’ll be around, you decline my invites immediately. I want to spend time with you, but it’s difficult when you refuse to even be around him. It’s become preposterous at this point— this feud you two have with each other is ridiculously childish.”

Y/N scoffed, looking away from him at once, “You act as if I started the whole thing. He’s hated my guts since day one— that’s his doing, not mine.”

“He just doesn’t quite understand you, that’s all. The same goes for you with him.” Remus stated as they both rounded a corner, finally reaching the Grand Staircase. “Maybe if you two got to know eachoth—”

“Ugh, don’t you dare finish that sentence.” her face scrunched up in disgust at the mere suggestion. “He just doesn’t like me because I’m Slytherin, let’s face it! Him and Sirius are always making comments about it— it’s like they act like being Slytherin makes me some sort of demon or something.”

“Sirius just… has a complicated history with Slytherins. James, on the other hand, very much plays into the Gryffindor and Slytherin rivalry; it’s nothing personal, he just doesn’t know you personally all that well.”

“And who’s fault is that?” Y/N glared over at Remus, feeling that he doesn’t quite understand. James has hated her since their first day at Hogwarts… how would she fix that when he refused to speak to her or even look in her general direction, unless it was to say something passive-aggressive?

“Oi, Moony!” a male voice echoed through the staircase behind them.

“Speak of the devil,” Y/N mumbled under her breath, refusing to turn around. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head out of pure annoyance at just the sound of his voice.

James Potter came sliding down the railing behind Remus, jumping on his back and nearly toppling them both down the moving staircases, “Sirius and I are very pleased to be able to cause some trouble in the library tonight.”

“No, we have to study for our essay, remember?” Remus replied, grabbing ahold of the railing to his right, practically only just barely saving both of their lives. “Y/N has two essays coming up, as well.”

“Don’t tell me you invited her…” James said through gritted teeth, jumping off Remus’ back with a loud thump. The staircase shook lightly underneath them, making Y/N instinctively lean to her left to steady herself.

“You do realize I’m right here?” she stated, finally snapping her head in the direction of the two Gryffindor boys, glaring over at James with a new kind of fire in her eyes. Their eyes locked onto each other’s for a brief moment, darting wildly back and forth, scanning each other’s anger-filled faces. She could’ve sworn there was some type of heavy tension between the two of them— she suddenly, for some reason, felt nervous with his eyes on her.

James was the first to look away.

“I have things to do tonight suddenly— I’ll just study some other time, yeah?” James told Remus quickly, his jaw clenched and prominent, refusing to look in Y/N’s direction. Y/N let out a loud scoff to James’ left, prompting him to roll his eyes fiercely.

“Absolutely not! I’ve already forced Y/N to come tonight, I’ll do the same for you.” Remus turned to James. “Besides, the library is so quiet, it’ll almost be like neither of you are even there.”

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The walk alone to the library was tranquil. The dim and cozy halls of Hogwarts were seemingly way less crowded than earlier that day— nearly all students were back in their common rooms now that dinner had concluded, yet there were still a few lingering Hufflepuffs in the first floor corridor.

Y/N was dreading this; her heart rate only seemed to increase the nearer she got to the library. Despite purposefully taking as long as humanly possible to get there, the library loomed ahead of her in the distance, making her let out an audible groan. Remus was lucky that they were best friends— if anyone else had forced her to do this, they’d likely end up in the hospital wing.

Finally reaching the end of her journey, Y/N turned to check her reflection in a nearby window. She couldn’t quite fathom why she cared so much about her appearance before seeing Remus’ friends (she contemplated why she wasn’t making herself look less attractive— she even considered doing it for a moment, but quickly scrapped that idea for reasons that even she didn’t know), but nonetheless, she straightened her clothes and smoothed down her hair. Taking a deep breath, she finally opened the doors to the library.

The library was rather dark— the sun had set outside quite early that night, as daylight savings had ended two weeks before. The only illumination came from the numerous, warm colored lanterns that were hung on the towering bookshelves positioned throughout the vast space of the Hogwarts library.

Y/N spotted the four Gryffindor boys across the room, sitting at one of the long tables placed in the middle of one of the many walkways. She made her way over to them, gripping onto her notebook tightly, her knuckles turning white and her palms sweaty. Without saying a word, she took a seat in the only open spot at the table, which happened to be across from James. Of course, she thought, clenching her teeth forcibly.

As she sat down, she glanced at him with hooded eyelids, quickly realizing his own eyes were already on hers, following her every move. She quickly looked away, recognizing the same nervous feeling that she had felt hours before when his eyes were on hers. She didn’t quite understand it… Why was he making her nervous? She hated him. She hated him and his annoying need for causing trouble all the time, she hated him and his irritating cockiness, and she definitely hated him and his perfectly good looks and—

“Y/N, are you starting on your essay or not?” Remus had whispered at her right side, snapping her out of her imposing thoughts of James.

“Huh? Oh yes, sorry,” she replied, briskly glancing back up at James who was again ignoring her, his eyes following the quill that he was writing with. She felt as if she were going crazy. She couldn’t concentrate on anything but him, and to her surprise, the thoughts weren't all necessarily bad ones.

“Does anyone have an extra ink bottle? I ran out—” Sirius whispered, glancing around at the four others at the table with him. Peter reached into his bag rather quickly, accidentally dropping a heavy book down into it and smashing his only other ink bottle. Y/N rolled her eyes, reluctantly reaching into her own bag that was hung across the back of her chair. She fetched out two brand new ink bottles, handing one to Sirius and the other to Peter. Sirius raised his eyebrows as he reached out to grab it, “Maybe you’re not so bad after all.”

“I would use tergeo on that mess you made, Peter,” Y/N glanced around the front of Remus at Peter’s terrified face. “Before Madam Pince sees.”

Peter made sure not to risk waiting any longer in doing exactly what Y/N suggested as he briskly nodded and summoned his wand from the inside of his robes (that he obviously didn’t bother to change out of). Y/N wondered briefly how a guy like Peter even got into a friend group which included James Potter and Sirius Black, seeing as to how the two of them were so naturally cool, while Peter was so naturally awkward. He sort of seemed like the type of person that James and Sirius would make fun of, now that she thought of it, not become friends with. Y/N supposed the only reason was because Peter was Gryffindor; she felt that if Peter were in Slytherin, James and Sirius would think of him differently, which was rather upsetting.

Y/N shook away her thoughts, skimming through the Alchemy book resting just underneath her elbow. Alchemy seemed to be the worst possible topic to be working on when her thoughts were already preoccupied, because Y/N was having the most difficult time concentrating on even simply reading her textbook, let alone beginning her essay on the subject. Her eyes trailed upwards, looking around to see if anyone had noticed how much she was struggling, which she silently hoped no one did; especially Remus.

James took in a sharp breath, prompting Y/N’s eyes to dart towards him. He was already staring at her; his eyes boring into hers, his pupils dilated in the low lighting. Y/N swallowed hard, yet stood her ground, still looking at him, despite her heart pounding in her chest and her ears ringing. Her eyebrow lifted in a questioning manner, to which he stood up abruptly, fists clenched at his sides. The entire table looked up toward him, watching him stalk off somewhere deeper into the library, leaving his belongings on the table to show that he’d be back.

“What’s up with him?” Sirius whispered across the table to Remus, watching James round a corner in the distance.

“Looking for a book, I suppose.” Remus answered, looking back down at his paper, which was already halfway filled with neatly written words. Y/N suddenly felt embarrassed for not having anything yet written, making her shove her book over her paper to hide it, standing suddenly from the table, just as James did moments before.

“I’ll be back,” she stated to the table, walking off in the same direction that James had taken. She wasn’t entirely sure what she was doing, but what better way to fix your concentration problems than confront them head-on? Finally seeing James at the end of the empty aisle, she confidently walked up to him with a seeming purpose in her stride, “What is your problem?!”

“Why are you even talking to me?” he asked, without even as much as a glance in her direction.

“I’m serious, James. What are you playing at? I don’t understand what I’ve done to make you hate me so much.” Y/N said, suddenly filled with determination to get an answer out of him. “You’re ruining everything for me— I can’t even concentrate on my schoolwork because of you. You’re invading all my thoughts and you’re… confusing me.”

“Well, that’s just the thing, isn’t it?” James said finally, pushing a book back into it’s place on the bookshelf, then turning towards her.

Confusion taking her over, she furrowed her brows, “What? What’s just the thing?”

“You say that I’m invading all your thoughts— that I’m confusing you.”

“Yes, because you are. Just like you’re confusing me right now,” she scoffed, realizing that she was stupid to even think she would get answers out of him in the first place. “You know what? Never mind, James. I don’t even know why I thought this was a good idea.”

Y/N turned away from him, anger and annoyance filling every inch of her up, so much so that she felt as if she would explode from it. Taking a step away from him, she suddenly felt a firm grip on her wrist, pulling her backwards. Without warning, James’ lips came crashing into hers, his hands making their way up to embrace her face, his fingers tangling into her hair. Without even realizing it, she eased into the kiss, all her anger and frustration disappearing from her at once, gripping onto his shirt and pulling him towards her even more.

James pulled his own lips away from hers gently, glancing down at them with a new, soft expression on his face.

“I think you just confused me more,” Y/N said quietly, chuckling under her breath and staring into his calm, hazel eyes. The sight of them almost surprised her— it was odd to see them look back at her so calm and collected, not filled with the usual storm raging within them that she had become so accustomed to.

Maybe she could get used to this.

“The truth is,” James started. “You’ve been confusing me since our first day at Hogwarts. I didn’t want to like you— I even tried convincing myself I didn’t like you, as you may have noticed— but I can’t pretend anymore, Y/N. No matter how hard it is for me to admit; no matter how crazy I feel for saying it: I think I’m mad about you.”

“You, James Potter, need to get your mood swings in check.” Y/N laughed, her face easing after a few seconds. “I’m not even sure why, but I think I’m mad about you, too.”

James briefly smiled at her for what seemed like the first time ever, and oh, what a beautiful sight it was. His smile made her smile, and she was sure he would now use that to his advantage every chance that he got. “How about we keep this to ourselves for awhile? See how long it takes the others to catch on themselves?” James suggested, a grin tugging at the corners of his lips.

“It’s like you used Legilimency on me,” Y/N chuckled, taking a step towards James again. “My bets are on Remus to be the first to figure it out.”

“Obviously,” James pulled Y/N closer to him by her waist. “Sirius and Peter are oblivious.”

Their lips found their way to each other again, this time moving with gentleness and ease and, most surprisingly to the two of them, with comfortableness; something that was so new to them, yet felt so easy.

Y/N and James pulled away from each other, James once again grabbing the book he had left on the bookshelf, and Y/N waiting by his side. They both made their way back to the table where their three other friends still sat, their heads in their books and their quills scratching against the papers in front of them. Y/N smiled to herself, finally feeling comfortable for the first time since entering Hogwarts. Everything finally seemed right, and she couldn’t wait to see what the future held; finally feeling like she belonged.

James and Y/N made their way back into their seats at the same time, sitting quietly and as nonchalantly as possible. Remus looked up at them both, his pupils narrowing and his eyebrows knitting— the other two boys were oblivious, just as James had said merely minutes before.

“Friends now, are we?” Remus asked Y/N and James under his breath, a smirk forming on his lips as his gaze fell back onto his essay in front of him.

Maybe it was safe to say that Y/N and James weren’t able to keep their secret for long, at least not with the pair’s brightest friend, Remus Lupin.

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Let Me Show You - A Theo Raeken Imagine

Characters: Theo Raeken x Reader

Word Count: 3469

Summary: Reader is feeling stressed and insecure, so Theo wants to be there for her and make her feel perfect.

Warnings: Smut (female-receiving oral and vaginal), insecurity, mentions of IED

Written by: Josie

A/N: Keep reading after the cut 👀

Disclaimer: GIF isn’t ours - credit to who it belongs to

Y/N sighed as the puffy red eyes of her reflection stared back at her through the mirror. This week had been… different. Every little thing had been going wrong, and each day brought more and more emotion, stress and insecurity. Her under-eyes were dark with exhaustion and her smile wasn’t as bright as it usually was - that is, when it showed itself anyway.

She didn’t even hear when her bedroom door opened and closed softly, didn’t register the light footsteps across her carpet moving toward her; not until the eyes of her boyfriend met hers in the mirror, round with concern. Seeing him so suddenly would usually have elicited a wide grin from Y/N, and she would jump into his arms, wrapping her legs around his waist. Yet, in the state she was in, his arrival made her feel as if she could finally let it all out. Her emotions overwhelmed her like a tidal wave, and her eyes prickled with tears.

“Theo,” she whispered, her voice cracking, and hurriedly turned around to bury her head in his neck. Almost like a reflex, Theo held her tightly to his chest as she cried, his hand rubbing up and down her trembling back. He slowly walked them backward until his legs hit the edge of her bed, and pulled her shaking body onto his lap.

“Shh, baby,” Theo hushed her sobs tenderly. “It’s okay.” Her head had made its way back to his neck, Y/N couldn’t even look up at him. He wouldn’t show it, because he had to be strong for her, but seeing his girl like this broke him to pieces inside. She was the only person who saw the good in him when everyone else tossed him aside as either a failure or a villain. Either way, he was a lost cause in the eyes of most people. Everyone really… well, everyone except her. Out of all of the people Theo had met in his life, he knew Y/N deserved to be happy more than anyone. She deserved to be cared for, celebrated, loved. As someone who dragged him out of his darkest places, Theo wanted nothing more than to help her out of hers.

Y/N sniffled, and slowly lifted her head from Theo’s shoulder, her eyes staring downward and avoiding the gaze of her boyfriend. She knew it hurt him to see her like this and she wished she could just… stop.

“Hey,” she heard him say. “Look at me Y/N.” His voice was rich with worry for the girl he loved, and she flinched at the thought of causing him grief. It was quick, but Theo saw it, and his heart snapped once again. Slowly, he raised his hand to her cheek, running his thumb along her cheekbone softly, collecting the tears that were slowly drying on her face. She subtly leaned into his touch without even realising she did it, it was like her body moved off it’s own accord, drawn to him. Gently, Theo moved his hand to Y/N’s chin and turned her head to face him.

For the first time since he’d arrived, Y/N finally let Theo see the pain in her eyes. They were glossy and slightly bloodshot, and Theo’s gaze softened at the sight of her vulnerability. “What’s wrong?” He asked a simply question, not wanting to overwhelm her.

“Everything,” she breathed. Theo’s fingers ran themselves through her hair, encouraging her to keep going. Initially she wanted to shrug him off and succumb to her feelings again, but she let him comfort her. “I’m just feeling everything all at once. Theo, I can’t-“

“It’s okay baby, it’s okay,” He held her cheeks delicately, scared to break her fragile form. “Breathe with me.”

It was something Theo had learned over the months. Sometimes Y/N really needed to calm down and just breathe slowly, in and out, exhaling the intensity of her feelings as much as her brain would allow. Though she hadn’t admitted it, Y/N realised that the method worked better when Theo led her through it.

After a minute or so of long, deep breaths, Y/N was no longer jolting with the ghosts of sobs from earlier. Theo continued to hold her close, remaining gentle but tight enough to always remind her that he was there for her. No matter what.

“This week has been so bad,” She began, and Theo stayed silent, realising that she was finally feeling comfortable enough to talk. He felt a small surge of pride flow through him at this, knowing that it was hard for her at times. “I’m stressed. I still have so much work to do, and deadlines are creeping up on me like a freakin’ predator. I’m worried for my brother, he’s struggling with his IED and he’s even been taking his meds, but they keep needing to up the dose and it kills me to see him in the state he gets. I keep screwing up too, like earlier I kept stalling the car, and I broke a photo frame yesterday morning, and I forgot to submit an assignment for grading at the beginning of the week. And I can’t sleep at night… Theo, I’m so tired.”

“Hey, come here,” Theo whispered, pulling her into another hug. “Okay, first of all, you are so smart and every time you get stressed about an assessment, you always go and smash it, don’t you?”

A smile threatened to pull at her lips at his confidence in her, and she nodded.

“Right,” Theo grinned. “Next thing, Liam is resilient, just like you. He won’t let one little setback get him down, and his meds will be sorted before you know it. Plus, he’s lucky to have you as a sister, you know that? You’re always there for him, everyone sees it.”

Y/N shifted on Theo’s lap, looking into his eyes as he spoke. “And,” He continued. “Everyone has weeks where they feel like they mess everything up, even super cool badasses like me.” Y/N giggled, spurring Theo on. “Someone as perfect as you doesn’t need to worry about a few little mistakes. They’re nothing, okay? Not important.” His hand moved soothingly up and down her arm, leaving goosebumps in their wake. “Is that everything?”

“Um, yeah…” Y/N trailed off quietly, suddenly avoiding her boyfriend’s eyes and sinking into herself. Theo knew her so well at this point that not a single subtle movement would go unnoticed, so he raised his eyebrows at her response. He knew she was holding back, and she knew that he knew. Sighing, Y/N gave in a little. “It’s stupid.”

“What have I always told you?” He said, smiling at her. “You can tell me anything. Anything at all. I’ll be there for you no matter what. You know that, don’t you?”

Y/N nodded and breathed in, slightly shakily. “I feel ugly, Theo.”

“What?” Theo whispered in disbelief, his eyes the size of saucers. He didn’t know what he’d expected, but it wasn’t that. “Baby-“

“I told you it was stupid-“

“No, it’s not that, it’s just-“ Theo searched for the words in his brain. He never thought he’d have to convince the most beautiful girl in the world that that’s what she was. He thought it was just common knowledge, really. “You and ‘ugly’ would never even fit in the same category. Not even in the same universe.”

“That’s just not true though,” Y/N stated, shaking her head, her eyes tired. “I can’t even look in the mirror at the moment. I feel like when I look, I’m not looking back at me. And it makes me cry. I’d rather not see myself at all than to look at that reflection.”

If Theo’s heart wasn’t broken before, the damage was definitely done now. Hearing Y/N, his girl, say that she wasn’t pretty, but ugly, made him feel all kinds of lost and confused, but more so sad, because he wished he could take away her pain and make it all disappear. Unfortunately, his powers of pain transference only worked on physical pain, and he silently cursed that fact.

“How can you not see what I see…” He whispered, almost more to himself than to her. “You know, the first time I saw you Y/N, even from a distance I knew I’d never see anyone as beautiful as you. And now I’m looking at you, months later, and I still think you’re just as stunning. You are gorgeous. You hear me? The most gorgeous ever.” Theo placed kisses on her nose, her cheeks, her forehead as he spoke, causing Y/N’s heart to flutter. His words stirred something in her, and the intensity of his eyes boring into hers made her forget about everything she was worried about. A wave of adoration for her boyfriend washed over her, and she cupped his cheeks delicately, a smile pulling at the corners of his lips.

Y/N didn’t have the words at that moment, all the emotion was caught in her throat, so she did what she felt conveyed her feelings best. She leaned forward and kissed him, Theo’s lips moving against hers immediately, as if by instinct. It was so soft, so pure, light as a feather. She pulled away from him all too soon, their eyes meeting each other once again, but Theo didn’t feel like stopping. “I want to show you how beautiful you really are,” He spoke lowly, holding her hand and giving a gentle squeeze. “Please baby. Let me show you.”

He didn’t have to explicitly say what he really meant by that for both of them to know, and his request sent warm shivers through her body. She spoke only one word: “Okay.”

Theo connected their lips again, harder this time. Even with just a kiss, he wanted to pour every ounce of love he had for her in it. He would make sure that he made her feel exactly how she deserves to feel. Her hands had moved to the back of his neck, plucking at the hairs on his head, while Theo held her as close as their bodies would allow.

His fingers slid up her t-shirt slightly, brushing the skin underneath. Theo’s fingers were so cold that Y/N gasped against his lips, so her boyfriend took the chance to slip his tongue into her mouth and explore. Slowly, he lifted her shirt up further and further until they were forced to pull away so Theo could tug it over her head and toss it on her bedroom floor.

Of course, Theo wanted to marvel her brilliance as best he could, so he gripped her by the waist and moved her carefully so she was laying flat on her bed, looking up at him. “So beautiful,” he murmured, and waisted no time in resuming their kiss. His hands travelled down her sides as their lips moved in sync like a perfectly choreographed dance, and his hips ground into hers - gently still, yet hard enough to give Y/N friction where she needed it the most.

He dragged his lips to her neck, sucking and biting on the skin to create dark marks to decorate her already perfect body. Theo considered it his finishing touch to her, as he knew she needed him as much as he needed her, which was what made them so perfect. Y/N’s hands roamed his back, one leg secured over his hip to keep him close, and Theo reached around to unclip her bra. His eyes widened - he would never get used to seeing her body like this, and she wasn’t even fully exposed to him yet.

“I love these so much,” He said, lowering his head to one breast and closing his mouth over her nipple, his tongue sliding across her sensitive skin. Y/N moaned as he simultaneously kneaded her other breast with his hand. “I love this one,” He said, moving away from the one he was playing with. “And I love this one.” Theo reattached his lips to her other breast, her rapidly increasing breaths spurring him on.

Y/N’s hips involuntarily bucked up at Theo’s, and he chuckled lightly against her skin at the movement. He trailed his lips back up to her collarbone, her neck, her jaw, all while dragging her leggings and her panties down her legs as far as he could. He pulled away from Y/N’s lips to crawl down the bed until he could completely reveal her entire body. Her leggings and panties discarded on the floor, Theo looked his girl in the eyes as he placed his hands on her thighs and lightly encouraged her legs apart.

Shivering with anticipation, Y/N watched her boyfriend wide-eyed as he licked one long stripe up her centre. Her eyelids fluttered, but she couldn’t bring herself to break the intense eye contact she held with Theo, until he began to flick his tongue against her clit. Her head fell back onto her pillow, arms flying down to grab onto Theo’s hair, feeling his head moving between her legs. She moaned as he licked and sucked at her clit, doing everything in his power to make her feel good, and it was music to his ears. He soon replaced his tongue with his fingers, rubbing her clit quickly, and started licking along her core, like it was his whole life’s purpose to do so.

“Fuck, Theo,” She whimpered, and Theo groaned against her at the sound of her saying his name in such a situation. Her voice held so much vulnerability yet so much excitement, so much feeling, so much love. The vibrations against her core sent waves of pleasure racing through her, and Theo watched through his eyelashes as her back arched off the bed.

Theo removed his mouth from her core, and her head whipped up briefly at the loss of contact, her eyes wide and pleading for something, anything. Barely moment after, Theo pushed two fingers inside her, pumping them at a quick pace. Y/N moaned louder, and Theo pulled himself up so his head was level with hers, staring directly into her eyes as his fingers worked their magic. “How good does this feel Princess?”

“So good,” Y/N breathed, barely being able to find it in herself to speak. She gripped onto his biceps as he continued his work between her legs, moaning with every thrust of his fingers. “It feels amazing.”

Theo smirked slightly, content that he was getting exactly the reaction from her that he set out to get, and leaned down to capture her lips with his once again. He added another finger and picked up the pace of his actions, his mouth drowning her voice as she cried out. He kissed her hard, drawing the breath out of her almost completely, and she could taste herself on his tongue which only brought her closer to the edge.

Feeling her walls clench around his fingers, Theo moved his lips around to her ear. “Are you gonna cum?” He said, his voice rough with his own arousal. He knew the answer, but he also knew that Y/N loved to hear his voice, and it somehow turned her on even more. All she could do at this point was nod frantically, her moans and whimpers making it impossible to get the words out. Theo sped up his actions even further, trying with everything he had to send her over the edge. “Cum for me baby.”

The words uttered into her ear sent her into ecstasy, and she let go screaming Theo’s name. He watched with his mouth hung open as her body pulsed and jolted as her orgasm washed over her in waves, her cries slowing into whimpers and her contorted face relaxing into one of sheer bliss.

A few moments later when Y/N had caught her breath, she reached down and palmed Theo’s bulge through his joggers, eyes widening when she realised how hard he already was. He groaned, dropping his head to her shoulder and tensing at her touch. “N- no, baby,” He stuttered out, voice rough from the feeling. Y/N was confused as he slowly moved her hand away, tilting her head to the side in a silent question. “Tonight is about you.”

Usually she would protest and say that they both need to be pleasured equally, but she wanted him so badly that she didn’t have it in her to argue. Frantically, she yanked his head down and smashed her lips against his, tongue and teeth clashing in desperation. All she wanted was him, and she didn’t want to wait any longer.

She pulled his shirt up his body, almost ripping the fabric with her speed, and he pulled away so she could pull it over his head. She loved to admire Theo’s toned chest and stomach, so she reached her hand down to feel up his abs. She tried to look, but Theo was adamant on her being the one who was worshipped, so he dipped his head and began sucking on her neck once again, causing her head to fall back and a moan to fall from her lips.

As he painted her neck with purple bruises, Y/N reached down and played with the waistband of his joggers, fiddling with the drawstrings. Theo felt her fingers brush him and growled against her neck, hurriedly standing up to yank them and his boxers to the ground, completely exposed before her.

Y/N whimpered at the sight of him, naked and ready for her, and he crawled back over her just as quickly as he’d stood up. Theo looked at her with dark eyes, wordlessly asking for permission to treat her to just what she deserved. “Please, Theo,” She whispered, and of course, Theo didn’t want to deny her anything she wanted, especially when she asked so nicely.

The two of them moaned in harmony, jaws dropped open, as Theo pushed himself inside her, easily sliding in due to her wetness. He moved all the way in until he felt like he was inside Y/N’s stomach, pausing there as they both breathed heavily from the sensation. “Feeling better?” Theo spoke thinly, smiling at his girlfriend’s expression of pure pleasure.

“Miles better,” She replied, thrusting her hips up at Theo, making it known that she wanted more. The chimera began to move, pushing in and out of her at an ever-increasing pace, making sure she felt every single inch of him to give her the best sex possible. Y/N hands roamed his back, nails scratching at it and breaking the skin as she moaned and cursed into his ear.

“Always so tight and wet for me,” Theo groaned, his hair falling messily over his forehead as he moved. “So perfect. Every inch of you is perfect.” He sped up his movements, making sure to hit the spot that gets her screaming, and grabbed at her breast with one hand and delicately stroking her cheek with the other. “I love you.”

Theo was going so deep and fast now, Y/N was so close. Her nails dug into his back as her release approached, unable to tear her eyes away from his as they glowed yellow from the adrenaline. “I love you too,” She spoke shakily, so nearly there, when Theo kissed her hard, knowing she was reaching her orgasm from her clenching walls.

“Now,” He spoke against her lips, and as soon as the word had left his lips, Y/N screamed out Theo’s name at the most euphoric feeling she had ever experienced, shaking and quivering around him. Moments later, as she was still feeling the high, she felt Theo slow his movements as he spilled into her, his own release washing through him like a tidal wave.

After coming down from their high, Theo flopped down next to her in bed, immediately pulling her close to rest her head on his chest, which was still rising and falling. He kissed her head lightly, stroking her hair affectionately, and then pulled the covers over their bodies. He knew Y/N was exhausted, not just from their activities but from her whole week. Her breathing had slowed and he realised she had already fallen into a relaxed slumber.

Theo smiled to himself - seeing his girl finally calm with no stress lines pulling at her face made his heart soar. He hated seeing her so upset, in fact it was his least favourite thing to see in the world, so he vowed to always be the one to lift her back up again.

Theo would always be there for her: rain or shine, any day, any time. And one day it’ll be ‘til death do them part. His smile lingered on his lips as he let his own eyelids closed and he joined her in her slumber, meeting her in her dream.

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Obvious - A Kai Parker Imagine

Characters: Kai Parker x Reader

Word Count: 2285

Summary: Kai and the reader go to a party at the Salvatore house, but they can’t keep their hands off each other.

Warnings: Alcohol, suggestive comments, making out

Written by: Josie

A/N: First imagine! Really hope you guys like it, we’ll be posting more like this soon so be sure to check out our page to help us get going! x

Disclaimer: Gif isn’t ours - credit to who it belongs to.

Kai and Y/N didn’t have what was known as a typically conventional relationship. A witch with unlimited power and a somewhat insane siphon, both with a thirst for chaos and excitement? I mean, causing mayhem together isn’t usually on most people’s date night ideas list.

The Salvatore house was once again home to a massive Friday night party, courtesy of Caroline Forbes’ charm over Stefan, who reluctantly agreed to let her use their house as the venue. Only one of the couple was technically invited, as Y/N was best friends with the hostess. The others weren’t exactly thrilled at Kai appearing by her side with a wide grin when they arrived, but they wouldn’t object. For now at least. Not when he brought enough snacks and drinks for at least ten people.

A few drinks later, and the two witches were almost ready to let loose on the unsuspecting partygoers. What they were planning wasn’t quite as extreme as Kai would have wanted, but Y/N was able to convince him of something both fun, and that wouldn’t kill her friends or land them in a magical coma of sorts.

“Come on,” Y/N giggled as she dragged her boyfriend by the hand away from the snack table and toward the middle of the room. Kai eyed the food with longing as he was taken away from it like he was being torn from his soulmate. He kind of was, really. “Dance with me.”

Turning back to his girl, he raised an eyebrow at her flushed expression. “How much have you had to drink?”

“Only enough to give me confidence,” She turned to face him when she reached her destination in the middle of the crowd, having forced herself and Kai through various sweaty bodies. Kai got smacked in the face by a dancing drunk blonde on the way, but Y/N’s grip on his hand was too strong to give him the chance to get angry at her.

Kai smiled and pulled her close as she wrapped her arms round his neck, beaming up at him. “I thought you wanted to cause some trouble?” He smirked, leaning close as he spoke. Y/N was already a little tipsy, but having him this close made her feel completely intoxicated. He was stronger than any alcohol she could drink, and she never got hungover after a hit of him, she only wanted more.

“I do, but can’t we just act like normal people at a party for a bit? And besides, I like this song!” She swayed with him as the bass boomed through the speakers, making it all the more intense.

“You know I’m not all that much of a dancer.” Kai chuckled at her moves; she was so carefree once she let herself go and her smile was enough to pull at the corner of his lips.

“You liar,” She hit lightly at his chest and looked up at him with a challenging fire in her eyes. “You dance all the time at home.”

“Okay yeah, but that’s not in front of everyone else,” His eyes drifted behind her as she cocked her head in confusion. “And your friends are watching us.”

Y/N turned her head to the side, still latched onto her boyfriend, and caught Damon and Elena keeping a watchful (and definitely judging) eye on the couple. Rolling her eyes, she turned back to Kai. “Let them,” She spoke, reeling him in with her gaze. He was basically putty in her hand. “Just pretend we’re back at home, dancing in the living room, just like we do at the weekends.”

A smile crept its way back onto Kai’s lips as the memory flashed against his mind. Saturday nights were traditionally romantic - they’d cook dinner together, cuddle on the sofa and watch tv, then afterwards he’d always somehow end up twirling her around the room with the lights dimmed until they couldn’t dance anymore, and he’d carry her upstairs to bed.

“Unless,” Her voice by his ear pulled him out of his reverie, looking forward to tomorrow’s date night and thinking about how well he was going to treat her. “You fancied going somewhere else?”

The hair on the back of his neck pricked up at her words, eyes snapping to hers, pupils dilated. His signature smirk appeared, quickly melting her down. “You know me so well.”

Grabbing her wrist, their roles were reversed as he dragged her out of the crowd this time, eyes darting quickly as they searched for somewhere to hide.

“Here,” Y/N said, pointing to a small storage cupboard. “No one ever comes in here.”

“Well then,” Kai said, pushing her inside and closing the door behind them. “You’ll be the first.”

In a flash, she was slammed against the door as Kai’s lips moulded with hers in desperation. He had needed this all night. He might be an expert at hiding it, since emotions had never really bothered him before, but the critical gazes of her friends made him uncomfortable. They made him start questioning every move he made, just because he wanted Y/N’s friends to approve of him and be happy that she’s with him. Kai Parker would never let stupid emotions get to him. Not like love. At least, not until her.

She sighed into his mouth as he took her breath away, her hands gripping his hair tightly while his held her waist firmly in place. His fingers slowly trailed up her shirt, brushing the skin underneath, making her shiver. Breathing heavily, her hands found their way to his chest as he pulled away from the kiss and moved his lips to her neck.

“Eager, are we?” She giggled, her voice thin from the exhilaration. She felt Kai chuckle in response against her skin, sending a tingling sensation through her veins.

“Impatient, actually. I want you now.” Kai trailed his lips down to her collarbone, and back up to her jawline.

Y/N was finding it harder and harder to think straight as Kai pulled away, his fingers tracing the faint marks he’d left on her neck. I’ll definitely have to add to these later, he thought. “What about the plan? Still want to cause a little chaos?”

Kai’s hand that was on her neck moved behind and into her hair, her head automatically tilting up to make capturing his lips easier. “To hell with the plan.”

Leaning in for another heated kiss, their lips had barely met when the door of the storage cupboard swung open and the two of them fell to the ground with a good thump, Y/N groaning as Kai’s whole body weight crushed her.

“Seriously?” Caroline stood over the couple with her hands on her hips, looking mostly irritated yet somewhat amused. The twinkle behind her eye when she looked at Y/N gave that away - she was always the most supportive of her dating Kai.

The female witch glanced sheepishly up at her friend, lightly shoving Kai to the side. The siphon didn’t even want to make eye contact with the blonde vampire. He was yet to familiarise himself with how to deal with awkward.

“Y/N, I thought I said making out in dingy cupboards was off-limits! Raise your standards,” Caroline eyed her friend, the ghost of a smirk lingering on her lips. After looking briefly at Kai’s embarrassed expression, she leaned in closer to Y/N and whispered, “If you guys want to have some fun then just leave. The party’s starting to clear out now anyway, and it’ll be a lot more fun than in a dusty old closet.”

She winked at her and strutted back into the crowd, not before giving Kai a light pat on the shoulder on her way past. She was right, the crowd was slightly smaller than before.

“God,” Kai sighed. “That was awful. I don’t like awkward, it’s my least favourite emotion so far.”

Y/N laughed at her boyfriend; he still discovers himself experiencing new emotions all the time, and she finds it oh so endearing to see how he reacts to the foreign feeling. “Well if anyone was to catch us, I’m glad it was Caroline.”

The tall boy looked at the girl he thought was an angel, although she didn’t quite see herself that way. Sometimes that made him sad, another feeling he didn’t particularly enjoy. “Let’s just get out of here,” He said, taking her hand and intertwining their fingers, something she always loved. “Bring the party back home, just you and me. We can pick up where we left off and no one will even notice we’re gone.”

Y/N grinned, happy that they were always on the same page. She took a step forward, watching as Kai’s eyes lit up more and more the closer she got to him. Their sparkle seemed to be directly proportional to his distance from her. “You just read my mind.”

It wasn’t long until Kai was driving his silver car back to their shared apartment, one hand on her thigh as it always was. She was his comfort blanket no matter what, and physical touch was Kai’s love language, so even when driving he craved some contact with her to keep himself sane.

Mostly sane anyway.

Eventually, they returned to the warmth of their apartment and wasted no time in latching onto each other. See, that was the thing about Y/N and Kai. She might be his comfort blanket, but he was hers too. When they’re apart it feels like two separate parts of a magnet, aching to be able to touch, see, feel the other, so when that ache is satisfied, it’s like a force unlike any other, and pulling them apart proves difficult as neither of them wants to ever be away from the other.

Their love for each other was obvious, you’d have to be blind not to see it. The only reason Y/N’s friends tolerated Kai was because they couldn’t deny the clear adoration and care he had for her. They’d tell her Y/N, he can’t be trusted, he doesn’t feel, he can’t feel love, but when you witness a love like they have, how could you ignore it? They’d almost come to a silent truce: Kai stays out of trouble and never hurts Y/N, and they’d leave him be. It worked for them.

What they had said about him not feeling love was true though, before. Kai thought that love was a wasted feeling - relationships crash and burn everyday, he’d said once, so why would he let it waste his time if he can’t one hundred percent confirm that it would be for life? Y/N came into his life like a wildfire spreading through dry forest, this new and unusual feeling coursing through him at an alarming pace, and it made him want to scream. He couldn’t understand why he was unable to shake this one girl out of his head, it was distracting him and he couldn’t concentrate, it was a nuisance.

But as time went on and he started wanting to make sure she was safe and happy, it became less and less of a burden to him. In fact, he started to revel in it. Any excuse he could find to see her, he’d take it. Any chance to protect her, he’d be there in an instant. He actually started to care, which baffled him at first because Kai Parker doesn’t care. But as he looked at her then, wind blowing her hair around her face, he didn’t mind it. Maybe caring wasn’t so bad, if it was this one girl he cared about. He decided then that he would dedicate all his emotion to her, all his care, all his time, all his love.

Love. When Kai realised he was in love, he wasn’t sure if he was awake or dreaming. Love was pointless, he told himself so. But he couldn’t bring himself to lie to himself any longer. It may have been pointless to him back then, but not now. Now, his whole reason for living was to make this one girl happy, this one girl who had managed to change a man so set in his old toxic ways. He loved her.

Y/N wasn’t sure if she’d ever definitely know that she was in love. I mean, how can you really know? Everyone’s experiences with love are different, and all relationships vary, so there’s not one set formula for it. Love is complex, and that was scary to her, because she didn’t want to let someone in thinking they’re her soulmate, and they end up breaking her heart. She’d made that mistake before, and she didn’t want to let the wrong person get to her again. But with Kai, there wasn’t a single question or doubt in her mind. This, this was what love was supposed to feel like. All that fear of allowing the wrong person into her heart had vanished in an instant, because she knew there would be no one else ever again now that she had Kai. He had taken up residence in her mind and there was no space for anyone else. He was her person, she knew, it was obvious. She loved him.

Back in the apartment with the two of them getting lost in each other, those intense feelings resurfaced. In that moment, it was just the two of them: no problems, no death, no prison worlds. Only the crystal clear love they had for each other that everyone could see. It even got them a bit of a reputation in the local supernatural community as the couple that defeated all odds.

The sociopath who learned to fall in love, and the witch that taught him how.