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Maid - Joker x Reader imagine part 4

a/n: yes babes its finally here ehehehheh it will be quite rough cause people have requested me that so yeah i am sinning as i am writing this help me god!! oh and this is really long btw, at least for me

oh and (h/c) means hair color btw :)

characters: ok you know the drill but for anyone new its JOKER ; READER

warnings: quite rough smut, daddy kink (cause i know you perverts love that ;])

Time passed and it was all settled. A new maid had been hired, new stuff for me bought… I told him that I didn’t need anything new, that I could just drop by my place and get my stuff, but J insisted. He said ‘i will have everything for my princess to be happy’. That made my heart melt, but also many bank-robbings and heists happen. I didn’t know much about his business, only that it was dangerous.
Usually the day went by with me reading books, cooking, shopping or drawing while he was out - sometimes he’d take me with him to meetings to show that I was his girl. He came home either happy or mad but either way we’d end up having sex. Was I complaining? Not at all. I loved it, there was always something different each time.
As for today, he had woken up before me and probably gone out. But not before leaving a small bag on the floor next to where I was sleeping. I stretched out, sat up in the bed and picked up the bag. It was black and it had a little pink envelope of my name attached to it. He rarely did this. I carefully opened the envelope because I liked to keep them and read what the letter inside read.

my precious angel,

here’s something i’m definitely going to rip off of you, but put it on before 9pm and if you like, put some of that makeup on your face, there will be a car waiting for you at 9pm

there is some business i’d like to do and take you with me

- J

I smiled at the letter and put it back in the envelope. I looked at the clock on the nightstand - it was half past 11am. I smiled again and reached my hand into the bag. The material of something felt like silk. Oh my, I thought, pulling the contents out. I took the shiny one in my hands and laid it out on the bed in front of me. It was a shiny, kind of short silver dress with a very deep V cut. The cut ended where the belly button should be, starting on very thin straps that had beads all over them (a/n: ok we all know that joker likes his lady in a revealing attire so yah)

The other thing were panties. Well, they barely counted as because they were more strings. They were a blush-y red tone, and it was lace and only lace. He must really love lace on me. Last time I wore a pink lace lingerie set, he needed me right there right now. We were at a restaurant - yeah, how romantic - at one of his business meetings and, as J got a little hot and bothered, he discovered my choice of lingerie and had me there in the restaurant’s men’s room. That’s how much he loved lace on me.

Should I try the dress on now? Yeah, probably. I took off the large shirt I was sleeping in and stood up from the bed, taking the dress with me. Slipping on the dress and zipping the back of it, I looked in the mirror at myself. Wow, did the dress look good on me. It looked perfect on me, I looked perfect in it. I was turning and posing in front of the mirror when I heard a knock on the door.

  “Just a second!” I yelled out, slipping out of the dress. I put it and the lingerie back in the bag and put on the large shirt on me. It came down to my knee, so I was safe form exposure. I walked to the door and opened it. There was our maid, Jennifer who was only ten years older than me, standing with a smile.

“Good morning, miss.” She said and I smiled in response. J insisted on everyone in the house calling me 'majesty’ or 'queen’, and they’re scared of him. So I tell them to call me less… higher than them when it’s just me, but around J - they call me as he pleased. Oh, I felt pity for them.

“Hi.” I said, leaning against the doorframe with a goofy smile on my face.

“Breakfast is in the dining room.” She announced. Jennifer was almost like a mother to me. “Is everything okay, miss?”

“Yeah, everything is just perfect, Jen.”

“Okay. You just seem to be in a very good mood now, which is unusual but good.”

“All is good, my friend. I will be down in a few minutes.”

“Alright, miss. Anything else I can do for you?”

“No, thank you. You’re dismissed.” I said and closed the door after seeing Jen nod and leave. I actually felt bad for her and the other staff members - Joker was a scary guy around everyone and there were strict rules for the staff.

First and most important, you can’t tell anyone where and who you’re working for unless you want to get killed because Joker knows everything. Second, strict working hours. You must come to work 20 minutes before your actual shift starts and can’t leave until everything’s done. Third, you must do everything and anything Joker or the Princess ask you. This payed good money, but it was also a very hard and kind of a dangerous job. You just had to keep your mouth shut.

Breakfast was wonderful, as always. Jennifer always made amazing food, especially breakfast. There were always fruits, pancakes, eggs and everything else that I could desire. Sometimes she’d make glorious English breakfast, which she was good at, too. When J wasn’t having breakfast with me, I always let Jennifer sit with me. I tried to be nice to every staff member, even J’s henchmen - they deserved it.

The day all-together had gone by pretty quickly, and - sooner than I thought - I was already doing my makeup in the bathroom. Nothing major, just some mascara and pink lipstick. I took off my comfy clothes, put on the lacy lingerie and slipped into the dress again. My (h/c) curled hair fell perfectly over my shoulders and it was for me to decide what shoes to wear. Luckily, I had just the  pair of white heels, which would go well with the dress. 

Putting the shoes on, I noticed that it was already 8:59pm. I looked at myself in the mirror one last time and then exited the bedroom. I walked down the stairs, only to be met with two of J’s henchmen. 

“Good afternoon, miss.” One of them said and I smiled.

“Hi, boys.” I replied. “Here to take me to your boss?”

“Yes, miss. Let us escort you to the car.” Another one said. I walked up to them and they led me out of the house, into the chilly afternoon of Gotham’s autumn. They walked me to a black car and opened the backseat door for me. I gladly took a seat in the car and they closed the door.

The car ride was short, but it felt as if it was so torturously long. Maybe I just couldn’t wait to meet him. The man at the wheel stopped at J’s club and I couldn’t stop smiling. I really wanted to see him.

One of the henchmen opened the door for me and I stepped out of the car. My heels clicked against the ground as the henchmen led me into the club filled with music and drug-driven youngsters and gangsters. The henchmen walked me to the bar table where he was standing. He was slowly turning around and once his eyes found me, they sparkled. He was in a suit, he had a small purple bow around his neck. His green hair was slicked back, as always.

“Darling,” he said with the famous smile of his. “Come to Daddy.” He said and I needed no more to run into his arms. My arms went around his neck as his snaked over my waist and stayed there. 

“I missed you,” I said, putting my hand on his cheek. He growled.

“Mmm, I missed you too, baby girl.” He said through a growl and looked at my lips before kissing them roughly. One of his hands slid down to butt and grabbed onto it, and I was sure it’d leave a mark. “I really love how you look in this dress.”

“Well, I can only thank you, Mr. J for buying it for me.” I said with a smile.

“Yo, J,” I then heard somebody say from behind us. Joker’s head turned to the voice and the look in his eyes changed. It was probably a business guy. “Can we have the meeting now?” 

“You are not to say when we meet.” Joker sternly said at the tall guy. He was in a simple attire, unlike other people, and us, in the club. “But I’ll have my men escort you while I’m taking care of other business here.” His eyes narrowed at the guy. He followed J’s men while J himself turned back to me. “Now, my dear. Do you want to go dancing with other girls while I’m at business or do you want to come with me do business and show that guy you’re all mine?” J asked, tilting my chin upwards with his gloved hand.

“I want to come with you…” I almost moaned in response. 

“Then let’s go, my dear.” J said and turned around, putting his arms around my waist as we walked to the back of the club. There was a round section that was separated from the outside with bead curtains. A guard parted the curtains to let us through. The guy, J’s business partner was standing at a round table in the middle of a - also round - golden sofa chair. Joker moved me before him and whispered in my ear: 

“Sit down, doll.” I nodded and made my way into the circle, taking a seat on the sofa chair. Joker soon followed, sitting right next to me and putting an arm around my waist. “You can sit down.” He coldly spoke to the guy, who sat down across us. “Do you want anything.. to drink?”

“Nah, I’m not thirsty. Thank you, J.” The man responded. “Although I have to say - everything you offer is pretty valuable and priceless.” This man already seemed really sketchy to me. J had probably already cracked open his shelf by reading the man like an open book.

“What are you trying to do?” J asked in a menacing tone. “Sweet talk me?”

“No, J, I was just telling the truth.” He said, looking me up and down. A sketchy creep? Jesus. I felt J beside me tensing up and breathing heavily, seconds later his hand left my waist and was on my thigh, dipping his fingers into my skin. I put my hand over his and caressed his rough skin to calm him down.

“See her?” J gestured with his hand at me, looking the guy right in the eyes. “She… is all mine, only mine.” J saw the way the guy looked at me. Now he was afraid of Joker. “Do we have that clear?” 

“Yes, J.” The guy nodded. “But where’s Harley?”

“Harley? Who? Where’s Harley? Harley, Harley, Harley…” Joker turned his head all around. Harley? But who was that? “Harley… is not your business.”

“Yes, sorry for asking, J.”

“Now, let’s cut to the chase. I feel like there’s something you have to give me. Isn’t that… money?”

“Y-yeah, about that…” the guy trailed off, the fear was evident in his eyes. J narrowed his blue eyes at him. “t-the money’s gone.”

“The money’s gone?” Joker repeated. Oh, this was bad. 

“Y-yes, I’m sorry, J.” The guy’s head hung low. “If there’s anything I can do, I will. But it was so unexpected, if we-”

“You could shut up.” Joker interrupted in an angered tone. J then rose to his feet and walked over to the guy, sitting next to him. What was he about to do? “You know, people do deals. One does something in favor for the other and the other does them a favor in return. You know what I’m talking about?”


“Well, you and I had a deal. I did something in your favor. But you… didn’t do me a favor back. Now, do you know what I do with people like that?”

“No, J.”

“Doll face, don’t look.” J said as he was taking a gun from behind him, only I could see. Oh my God. “Sweets, look. Away.” He said again and I turned my head away from them, focusing on the beaded curtains. “I do this.” I heard right before the sound of a shot being fired sounded through the club. I screamed, as well as many other people. I turned my head back around and there sat J with a sinister look and blood splattered on his face. One of his henchmen handed him a handkerchief and he cleaned his face with it. Did he kill the man?

There was blood all over the sofa chair above the now dead body. I put my hand over my mouth, not believing what had just happened. It was the first time I had witnessed him killing somebody. Oh my God. And this was business for him. Oh dear.

J rose to his feet again and reached his hand out for me. I looked up at him with fear visible in my eyes.

“C'mon, sweets, let’s go. We have to go.” He said, impatience audible. I stood up, not to anger him even more and he took my arm, pulling us out of the round lounge. “We have something to do back home, baby doll.” We and J’s henchmen walked through the backdoor of the club and J pulled me into his lamborghini, in the passenger seat. I was really scared of him. He just killed someone. In front of me. So that was his way of taking care of people who don’t do him good. I definitely did not want to be on his bad list.

The car ride home was deadly silent and J’s hand was on my thigh all the time, creeping up and down. Once we were out on our driveway, J barked at his men to stay outside in case someone comes looking for us and dragged me inside. After he closed the door, I turned away, standing before him with my eyes to the floor. His fingers raised my chin up, but I turned away. He cupped both of my cheeks in his hands and raised my face to look at him, but my eyes were anywhere but looking in his. 

“Look at me, doll.” He said. “LOOK AT ME!” He shouted, making a tear escape my eye and I looked at him. “Good girl. Now… Daddy has some rage to express..” he said, sliding his hand underneath my dress. I didn’t want this, not in this situation. Yes, he came home angry and we had sex, but this was different. He killed a man with the same hand that was on my waist now. This was not wanted by me.

J growled and pressed a kiss between my cheekbone and ear. I sobbed, closing my eyes.

“What is it, angel?” He asked, slowly kissing down my neck. “Aren’t you enjoying this?” I didn’t speak a word for some reason, as much as I wanted to. Joker took me by my waist, hopping me over his shoulder. He walked through the house, up the stairs and entered a room - our bedroom - and dropped me on the bed. 

He crawled over my body and looked at me with that menacing look in his eyes. His lips pressed against mine as he growled, sending vibrations through my body. In the wrongest ways possible this was turning me on slightly.  His hands slid up under the dress, massaging my breasts with his rough touch while tears were rolling down my cheeks one after another. 

“Daddy..” I moaned out in a crying tone and J suddenly ripped the beautiful dress apart, exposing my upper half to him. 

“Now this is a sight I like to see.” He growled and there was even more aggressiveness and anger in his voice. He tugged the lace panties off of me, down my legs and threw them away. He then unbuckled his belt and I used the opportunity to back away from him. I brought my knees to my chest when I reached the headboard of the bed. J was at the edge of the bed, only in his boxers. He noticed me huddled away from him and snarled. J’s hand reached out politely at first, but then he grabbed my ankle and yanked my body towards him. “Why don’t you be a good girl and obey Daddy.” He said, growling the last two words, almost barking. Not waiting for my reply, he turned me over so I was on all fours before him. “You know Daddy doesn’t like it when you don’t obey him.” He spoke, running his hands up and down my sides, taking my breasts in his hands and groping, kneading at them. I released a moan and almost lost balance on my arms. 

Suddenly, without any kind of warning, he slammed his length into me (a/n: dear god help me i am sinning my father), releasing a high pitched moan from my mouth. His fingers combed through my hair, then grabbed it all in one hand and yanked my head up so my back was pressing into his chest. I yelped, but moaned again as he thrusted deeper. 

“O-oh, my God…” I managed to croak out. J pulled my head back by my hair so now it was resting on his shoulder.

“Do you like that, doll?” He asked huskily in my ear, thrusting into me again. I let out a breathy moan. “Do you like Daddy fucking you from behind, huh? Are you enjoying this?”

“Y-yes, Daddy, I am…” I said in between moans. He had already touched my G-spot and I was near my release already.

“You see, baby girl,” he spoke, lowering both of us onto the bed, “Daddy is very mad at the man not doing me good. But,” he said, running his hand down to my pulsating heat, “Daddy disliked even more the way that man was looking at my baby girl.” His lips sucked onto the skin on my neck, his fingers circled my clit and his cock thrusted into me from behind. I was already out of breath, he was driving me insane. 

Moans kept leaving my mouth as J was grunting and growling in my ear when he started thrusting even faster into me. I released an almost pornographic moan, grabbing the sheets around me.

“Nobody. Can have. My baby girl.” He growls in my ear, sending me over the edge. My whole body shivered as I rode out my orgasm and I felt him release his load into me. My breathing was ragged, but heavy as J pulled his cock out of me and exhaled deeply. I tried to calm down my breathing , sweat leaking everywhere on my body as well as his. 

His hands were on my waist as he turned me around so i was facing him. He kissed my lips with a growl of satisfaction and bit onto my lower lip. 

“Let’s get you cleaned up, baby girl,” he whispered. 


Imagine Chris trying not to break his promise.

A/N: This was meant to be a one shot, but um- I have a feeling I have another mini series on my hands. Oh God, forgive the bad timing. 😂 It probably won’t be a full-blown mini series, just a few parts. 🤷🏻‍♀️ I’ll see the comments then I’ll decide.

Chris stood outside your apartment block, leaning against his car as he waited for you to show. It was the same drill every morning, ever since your script was bought by Paramount and he was hired to be the director. You didn’t drive and Chris was- well, he was a good guy with a heart of gold; he was always more than happy to go out of his way to drive Sebastian Stan’s baby sister. It was more because of his fond feelings towards you than a favor to his best friend that he was making these detours. And speaking of Sebastian, Chris couldn’t help but think back to what your brother had instructed him to do about his feelings for you.

“Shove it somewhere no one will find, not even you.” Sebastian had told him. “Her career is just blossoming, Chris. It’s bad enough people think Paramount bought her script because of me, if they find out the two of you are…” Sebastian didn’t have to finish his sentence because Chris knew exactly what people would say if they found out you were dating him; the director hired to make your first script into a movie. “I know you care about her, so don’t do this to her.”

Chris sighed because he knew Sebastian was right, he couldn’t let his being with you overshadow your first big break. So he made a promise, a promise that kept him from making a move until the filming and the press tours were done. He’d been just friends with you for so long, what was another six months? It wasn’t like he hadn’t told you how he felt and you could’ve been taken from him at any second; you knew exactly how he felt and you’d told him you felt the same way. You just shared your brother’s concerns and asked politely if the two of you could remain friends until the movie was done and all the dust had settled.

Chris spotted you as soon as you walked out of your apartment building. He chuckled because he could tell from the way your earphones were in, you had forgotten the drill again. You didn’t forget, you just expected him not to drive an hour out of his way to come get you because you’d told him time and time again you were fine taking the bus or a cab. But time and time again, he’d show up at your door ready to pick you up for work.

You were listening to Taylor Swift’s ‘I Know Places’, trying hard not to wince at the irony of your situation. Her song was the perfect depiction of your current relationship with Chris, though it had not yet blossomed as you didn’t know places you could hide away with him. You wished you did, but you knew it wouldn’t have been that simple even if you did; it was never simple when you were constantly under the limelight. The limelight that was worst now that you were starting to make a name for yourself, and not just known as Sebastian Stan’s baby sister. You liked Chris, but you didn’t want to throw your career away before it even started. You couldn’t, especially when being a screen writer was everything you’d ever wanted since you were a little kid. You could still remember how you would write little skits and Sebastian would act it out; your brother was always so supportive of you, you couldn’t disappoint him now.

“Good morning,” Chris stepped in front of you as you started to walk past him. You jumped back, yelping, then huffed when you realized it was just Chris. “Sorry,” he chuckled, gently pulling your earphones from your ears. “I forget that you always have your music up really loud.” He passed you the cables and you chuckled, unplugging it from your phone and stuffing it into your bag. “I see you forgot you have a personal chauffeur.”

“I see you went in the wrong direction again,” you quipped and he laughed. “You know you don’t have to do this every morning, I’m perfectly fine taking public transport.” He shrugged nonchalantly. “I am an hour out of the way, Chris. I’m dragging you out of bed way too early, you-”

“You need to realize that I’d drive two hours out of my way for you,” he cut you off with a smile and you found yourself smiling along with him. “Now,” he slapped his hands together, rubbing them with delight. “Have you had breakfast? 'Cause I haven’t and Frank’s Bistro is,” he threw his thumb over his shoulder, “calling.”

“Do we have time?” You asked and he nodded without even glancing at his watch. “Chris,” you laughed, grabbing his wrist to look at the time. It was 7:30AM, and neither of you had to be at the studio until 10AM. As the drive was- from your place- one hour and forty minutes, the two of you had time for breakfast. “Okay,” you released his wrist and he smiled, moving beside you as the two of you walked down to Frank’s. “Breakfast is on me.”

“I prefer breakfast on a plate,” he leaned in and teased with a whisper in your ear, “but I’m more than happy to have you after.” You blushed, but laughed as you shoved him playfully. “Aren’t you glad Seb isn’t here to keep me in check?”

“No,” you tried not to smile as you bit, making Chris laugh so hard he grabbed his left pec. “It’d be much better if he were here,” you said out loud, then thought to yourself when you felt your heart flutter at the sight of Chris, “'cause you’re not the only one that he needs to keep in check.”

• • • • • • • •

After Frank’s famous Belgian waffles, you and Chris sipped on chai teas and chatted. You still had time before you had to start the drive, and with Chris’ driving- you could afford a few extra minutes. It was always nice to spend time with Chris. You’d been a fan of him since his Johnny Storm days so one could only imagine your excitement when you heard your big brother was going to be working with him on Captain America.

The first time you met Chris was on the set, after weeks of bugging Sebastian- he finally agreed to take you. He was very hesitant about bringing you along knowing how badly you crushed on his co-star. Sebastian had always been a very protective older brother because of the ten year age gap, if he could- he would’ve kept you from all the bad in the world. Of course this didn’t mean he thought Chris was bad, he just wasn’t mentally ready to see you with a guy; a guy he saw you having forever with. He knew you’d bug him to bring you onto the set eventually, so he spent the weeks leading up to that moment to scout Chris out. It was the first time he’d worked with Chris Evans and he needed to know if he was good enough for his baby sister; it didn’t take long, just like it didn’t take long for you and Chris to become close.

Seven years of friendship might make one question why you and Chris didn’t date before you made your big break. You could blame Sebastian’s overprotectiveness, but that wasn’t the main reason. Yeah, he didn’t want you to date Chris until you turned twenty-three at most. But even after you did, you didn’t feel ready to be in a relationship with someone as futuristic and intense as Chris. It wasn’t a bad thing to be because you were the same, you just knew if you’d gotten together with him at the wrong time- you’d lose an amazing guy who you could easily marry and have kids with. You wanted the timing to be perfect, and just as it came close- your script sold and Chris became your director, killing all chances of dating him for a while.  

“I know we’ve been friends for a while now,” Chris began and you tuned back into the conversation. “But I still feel like you haven’t told me everything there is to know about yourself. So what are you hiding from me, Miss Stan?”

“Please,” you laughed. “We’ve been friends for seven years, you know everything there is to know about me. Even some incredibly personal and blackmail worthy details,” you reminded him and he suppressed laughter at all the deep, dark secrets he’d found out about you over the years. “I’m an open book, Mr. Evans.”

“As open as you are, I’m sure there’s a hidden chapter somewhere.”

“Nope, not this girl,” you shook your head. “What you see is what you get.”

“Well, if you ever think of anything,” he smiled, “You know I’m always here for you, right?”

“Yeah, I know,” you reached over the table and patted his hand, “you’re a really good friend.”

“Friend,” he repeated, grimacing. You rolled your eyes with a bit back smile because you knew he was just being overdramatic; he knew very well where he stood when it came to you and your feelings. “Wow, that- that is really hurtful, Y/N. I mean- I’ve professed my love for you and you hit me with a 'you’re a really good friend’. That is stone cold,” he pressed his hand to his heart, “you’re breaking my fragile heart.”

“Like you believe you’re in the friend zone.”

“I’m not your boyfriend, so…” He trailed off, pressing his lips together to hide his smile. You rolled your eyes and he laughed, reaching over the table to take your hand in his. “Maybe Seb really needs to be around when we hang out. What do you think about changing our male lead?” He joked and you laughed, but your eyes remained on Chris’ hand playing with yours. “What’s going on in that pretty little brain of yours?” He asked, squeezing your hand to catch your gaze.

“Pretty little brain of mine?” You scoffed, pulling your hand away. He chuckled as you said, “that seems slightly offensive, Mr. Feminist.” You knew he didn’t mean offense, he’d never do anything to offend you ever. “Let’s see, what goes on in this pretty little brain of mine.” You smirked at him as you repeated his phrase and he winced with a smile. “Well, story ideas- but that’s obvious.” He nodded. “Fluffy puppies like Dodger.” He smiled. “Gummi Bears.” He chuckled. “And one very handsome man.”

“One very handsome man by the name of Chris?” He smirked.

“Oh my God,” you gasped, “how’d you know I was thinking about Chris Pratt?

"Oh wow,” he tried not to laugh as he feigned offense. “That is- wow, Y/N. Low blow.”

“No,” you reached for his hand and smiled sweetly. “There’s only one Chris I think about.” He smiled as you entwined your fingers with his. “It’s not Pratt, or Pine, or Hemsworth.” His smile widened and you tried not to laugh as you wiped that smile off his face with, “it’s Chris Wood.”

“Very funny,” he rolled his eyes and you giggled, drawing your hand back. There was a short moment of silence that brought the two of you to the reality of your situation, saddening you and Chris. “This is a lot harder than I thought it’d be,” he admitted, licking his dry lips.

“Me too,” you sighed.

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Part 2

wowie can you belive i hit 2k followers already? because i’m not!! why do y’ll follow me? i don’t know! because i’m just a silly potato haha. but seriously thank you so much for following me i really appreciate this. and even if we are not mutuals i love you all i really mean it!! so here is the list of people whom i follow! i hope i didn’t forget anyone. you can beat me up if i did!

@tiptopevak jessie! you’re the sweetest angel i know!! we don’t talk that much but just know i love you and always hope that you’re okay <3

@mikaelboukhalls nate!!! you’re amazing and i love you really much! now we’re even url buddies how awesome is that! i love talking to you. also our sunflower child is great too <3

@tarjeiandhenrikviki!!! we also don’t talk that much! but please always remember that i love you and you’re my personal sunshine bc you always make me smile!! 

@tarjeitrash casey!!! i just love you okay! everytime i see you on my dash i’m happy. you’re such a nice person and please don’t argue me about that!!

@isakthesnake taylor!!!!!! my canadian wife! i really love you so muchg and you always make me happpy! please always be that extra as you are. you’re really special <3

@juliesevensue!!! my love!! thank you that you’re always here for me and care about me. thank you for all kind words. i know i’m not the easiest person so thank you for your patience and understanding <3

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Negan Gets The Girl

Summary: After Reader and Daryl have been taken from Alexandra, Negan shows no intentions to Y/N. Making you kiss Daryl resulting in Negan flipping out revealing his true feeling for Y/N.

Warnings: Mature audiences, Smut, swearing (it’s Negan there has to be swearing)

Negan x Reader

It had been a while since you had seen Rick and the group and you missed them. Negan had taken you to the sanctuary and you had no idea why. At first, you thought it was to punish Rick and then you thought it was to be his wife, but it wasn’t any of those reasons. You couldn’t help but wonder why you. He could have taken anyone else.

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Please? Part Ten

This takes place around season 2, episode 5 when Daryl is taken down by his own arrow. He’s rushed to Hershel, needing help taking the arrow out of his side, but you aren’t able to see Daryl in this shape. Not until he calls for you, begging you to stay by his side.

(A/N; this was originally going to be the end of this story, but a lot of you seem to really like it. Shall I continue into season 3 or keep a season 2 thing?)

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  • Daryl Dixon x Reader
  • 1800 words
  • Warnings: Language

Nights were freezing. Multiple times, you thought you may lose somebody to the cold. Daryl and Rick, they tried to keep everyone safe and warm, tried to find houses you could all sleep in, nice and comfy. Sometimes that just wasn’t possible and you were left sleeping in a car or in the middle of the trees with someone always keeping watch.

Daryl was getting worried about you, everyone was worried about Lori. Week by week, she got bigger and noticeably more pregnant. Rick stepped up his game, making sure Lori came before anyone else, which pissed a few people off, including Daryl and Hershel. Daryl wanted no one before you, but he wasn’t in charge.

Daryl taught you how to use a gun during hunts, though he refused to let you use it unless absolutely necessary.

You were asked to stay behind, take care of Beth, Lori, Hershel, and Carol. Not that you minded, but the few minutes you were always without Daryl were the hardest.


“Can’t stay here.” Daryl murmurs as he looks out the window. Walkers are lining up outside, seemingly knowing there is fresh flesh inside the house. It was the only decent one Rick and T-Dog found.

“Just to rest for a little while.” You walk over to him and run your fingers down his arm. None of you have had a decent shower in a long time, the dirt was starting to become a part of you. “We’re tired. And we have a pregnant woman.”

“Ain’t safe.” Daryl turns around and looks down at you. His hair is sticking up in different places and his face is covered in so much dirt, he hardly looks like himself. “S’pecially with her.”

You rub your forehead and stare out the window, watching each walker carefully. It’s still unclear how much sense they have, but nobody wants to find out. “Babe, we can’t just leave.”

Daryl hesitates at the nickname, it being the first time you have called him anything but his real name. He looks down at you, his cheeks turning a slight shade of red in the spots that were dirt free. “We can too.” With his hands on his hips, he walks around you and goes downstairs, where everyone is sitting down in the living room, huddled together by a small fire Glenn started.

You soon follow, not wanting to be alone. To say things are better is a lie. Daryl may finally have given in to his feelings, but things with the rest of them were not so great. It’s stressful packing up and leaving every time a single walker comes around, stressful to haul around an unborn baby and keep check that everyone was close by. You would be lying to yourself if you say you haven’t thought about leaving with Daryl, leaving the others to care for each other.


“We found a place.” Rick and Daryl pop through the trees. They went hunting an hour ago and left everyone sitting in the middle of the road. “We found a place just down those train tracks. We can gather there for a little while.”

Daryl walks by Rick and stands in front of you. You took your place by his bike, sitting on the ground to guard it. He looks down at you, shielding the sun from his eyes. “Got us a place.” He nods.

“So I hear.” You return his gaze, watching the sweat rolling down his forehead and nose. “Are you sure this isn’t another bust?”

“Hope not.” He thrusts out his hand and motions for you to take it. “We need a break.”

Agreeing, you slip your hand through his and he basically pulls you up without any help from you. He was strong like that, though he was very careful with you. There are times where he can’t control his own strength around you, but he always makes up for it.

Rick and Daryl lead the way, through the trees and walking down the tracks. Soon, a large fence is in your view, with a building just behind it. A prison. With thick fences separating it and the rest of the world, a safe place from walkers.

“Here?” You ask Daryl, picking up your pace to keep beside him. He nods. “Why?”

“Big. Safe. Guarded.” He shrugs his shoulders and runs to keep up with Rick.

It didn’t take long to take over the prison. You ran down with Beth, Maggie, and Glenn to distract the walkers while Rick ran to close the gate, and the others went above on the towers to help Rick out. Working as a team wasn’t so hard anymore, you all know your roles, for the most part.

All these months together, you have learned a thing or two. Who is a good shot, who should never hold a gun, and who was fastest. Your role, however, has still not been determined. It’s like they can’t decide if you ought to hold a gun or a weapon at all.


Night grows quickly. T-Dog starts a fire to keep you warm on the chilly night. Days were warming up, but the nights were still brutal. Daryl takes the first watch, though Rick insisted he would. Daryl thought he needed time with his family.

You stay back, sitting around the campfire with Beth and reminiscing on the good ole times of camping by the lake, in the middle of the woods, on a very crisp autumn evening. Those were the days to live for.

With the little food the group has, you all take turns eating. Rationing is probably the hardest part. Stomachs go hungry, growling for days until it was your turn to eat just a little more than the rest of the group.

“Daryl!” You call, waving him over. He pauses from his patrol and glances over at you, his face straight and his grip tight on his crossbow. “Come eat.”

“Naw.” He shakes his head and goes back to his pacing in front of the fence.

You get to your feet, leaving Beth to talk with Lori. You make your way over to the truck Daryl has perched himself on and wave a hand. “You need to eat some time.”

He looks down at you, his poncho swallowing him whole. He loves that thing, refuses to give it up no matter how long you plead him to. He thinks it’s a game now, having you whine over and over about that stupid thing. You humor him, mostly. Telling him it makes him look childish.

Daryl rolls his shoulders and swings his crossbow over his shoulder, securing it around himself. He holds out his hand and pulls you up beside him, no problem. You ty to help him by hoisting yourself up with your foot on a pipe, but Daryl has you on top of the truck in two quick movements.

“Take a bite, for me?” You hold out the plate made out of leaves. On top of it sits a couple of pieces from the animal they killed earlier that day and a few crackers left over from the last house. It isn’t much, but you’ve learned not to care by now. “Daryl, when’s the last time you’ve had something?”

“The owl.” He squats down to your level, staring at you as he spoke.

“Okay. You had a little nibble of the owl.” You shove the plate in Daryl’s hands and tuck your legs under you, looking over at the flames the fire was now giving off.

He shoves some of the meat in his mouth, smacking his lips as he chews it down. You watch him, how hungry he must be. How hungry you all are. You start to think about all those times you didn’t eat that little bit extra on your plate or let the leftovers spoil before you could eat them.

The thought leaves your mind when you hear an angelic voice in the distance. You look towards the fire again, recognizing Beth’s singing voice. You can barely make out the words, but it sounds nice.

Daryl taps your shoulder and sucks the extra juice off each of his fingers. “I’ll walk ya back.” He jumps off the truck and lands perfectly on his feet, just like a cat. You giggle to yourself, imagining Daryl as a feline. Some of his traits fit.

He grabs your legs and drags you off the truck, setting you down on the ground easily. He slips his arm around you as you two walk over, listening to Beth’s beautiful voice. She hasn’t sung since the farm.

Maggie joins in the closer you get. Glenn wraps his arm around her, running his fingers down her back. You smile at them, how cute they are together.

You and Daryl stop just behind everyone. You rest your head against his shoulder, listening to the tune Beth and Maggie carry, giving you goosebumps along your spine and arms.

This is the right place to stay.


“You’re telling me I have to sleep in a cage?” Beth looks at the cells. Each one needs to be cleaned out, straightened up, each one is entirely too close to each other.

Rick nods his head, looking over his shoulder at the cages. It’s a small area, but you know between all of you, it’ll work out. “Yeah.”

Daryl’s up above, looking down on all of you. He huffs. “I ain’t sleepin’ in no cage.” He hits the railing and walks over to the perch, setting his stuff down. You wonder what that’s about. You suppose the whole sleeping together thing is out the window now.

“Take your pick.” Hershel walks over to one of the cells and sets his things down on the bed, hoping everyone else will follow.

You look up at Daryl again, watching him grab a pillow and throw it on the ground. He’s already fixed up a little pallet for himself.

“Do you want everyone to see you?” You ask, looking around as you reach the second floor. He’s a little in the way for anyone who wants to walk up here.

Daryl’s eyes are closed and his arms crossed over his chest. “Mm-hm.” He grunts.

“Am I sleeping alone now?” You ask gently, watching as Carol and Lori walk into their own cell.

“Figured you’d want yer own.” He mumbles.

“We made a promise. I’m not going to break that now.” You watch his chest slowly rise and fall.

Daryl opens one eye and looks up at you. “We sharin’ a pillow then?”

You giggle. “We share everything else.” You drop to your knees at his side. “I don’t think a pillow will hurt us.”

“Dunno.” Daryl shifts and puts his hands behind his head. “I hog ‘em.”

“That’s nothing new.” You smile and lay down with your head on his chest. You allow yourself to relax for once. This is what you miss, relaxing, not having a care, even if it’s only for a few minutes.

Rick calls for the men and Maggie to meet him after a short rest to go over the plan.

Daryl groans and hugs you to him, kissing the top of your head gently. He tells you he’ll be back soon, that he’ll make sure Rick doesn’t keep him all day.

You make a silent promise that you will find a cell the two of you will be living in. You didn’t like the thought of sitting here, on the second floor, where everyone could see you perfectly. He will just have to get over that.

Here’s me throwing a little appreciation to everyone who makes my time on this website for dumdums worthwhile! I wanted to do something a little different instead of just listing all my favs, so i’ve written just a little blurb to thank you for making me so happy <3 I hope you all manage to find your tag lol this got a bit long (might have to do a cheeky command+f heh) compliments / blurbs under the cut!!

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Holy crap - Once Upon A Time is complicated as hell. I tried rewatching one episode to reacquaint myself with the character and couldn’t think of a plot. By the time I’d rewatched most of his episodes, I was convinced that there was no way for me to keep this piece canon-compliant. So I didn’t. For this particular one-shot, forget the details about Jefferson getting stuck in Wonderland after helping Regina. Apart from that this story should be fairly easy to follow. This is the first OUAT Imagine, courtesy of fuckyeahheedustan, and I hope it is alright. Enjoy, my darlings!

Prompt: Could I request one where the reader was his friend and they had feelings ext. before the curse and obviously doesn’t know him now but she falls in love with him all over again? maybe flashbacks and stuff :D and of course fluff as you’re amazing at that XD

One-Shot: The Hatter and the Dressmaker

Grace tugged and tugged but the branch wouldn’t release her. Whilst she had been running through the forest, she had not paid attention to her surroundings and thus it came as a shock when her cloak snagged on a twig and halted her movements. Clutching at the burgundy material, she simply couldn’t free herself and when the sound of footsteps reached her ears, she feared that she was found.

However, the voice that called out to her was female – soft and kind.
“Are you alright?” The woman asked, seeing her predicament and hurrying over. She was dressed in a white lace gown that was complimented by an olive green corset. Over her shoulders was a light brown cape. No wonder Grace hadn’t spotted her sooner, she was practically camouflaged. The woman wandered over and placed a basket down by Grace’s feet. With a little effort, the pair of them were able to free the girl from the clutches of the bush.

She then looked up at the woman and smiled.
“Thank you.” Grace said.
“Not at all.” But then the woman in the cape frowned. “Oh, but you’ve ripped right through the material.” She tutted, getting to one knee and examining the tear.
“My papa can fix it.”
“Nonsense. A good seamstress doesn’t go anywhere without a sewing kit.” She smiled, reaching for the wicker basket once more. The seamstress pulled out a small ornate box and lifted the lid, retrieving needles and thread.
“It’ll be as good as new in a jiffy.”  

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You break up with your boyfriend and admit your feelings to Kai

When you first started dating your boyfriend, you were extremely happy and you thought he was the best person on this world. He was always nice to you, always making sure you had everything you wanted. That’s how it was until recently. He spent less time with you and was acting strange. He was always annoyed by your actions and everything you said, he thought it was stupid. He was spending more time around other girls than with you, so you spent a lot of time with Kai. Even though you two have been friends for a long time, you’ve been spending a lot more time with him than before and eventually figured out you developed feelings for him. You weren’t sure if Kai felt the same, so you just kept quiet and stayed with your boyfriend even though he was a real jerk. You were completely done with your relationship with your boyfriend, you didn’t want to stay with a person who thought you weren’t important.

‘You’re a real jerk! I don’t know why I spent so much time with you, you’re so full od yourself, you think you’re the best and you even had the guts to deny you cheated on me.’ You yelled, taking a few steps forward.

'Why do you always have to be so strenuous?’ He trailed off, rolling his eyes.

'Wow.. you know what? I’m done. I don’t wanna see you ever again because if I do, you’re gonna regret it’ you stated as you took your things and walked out of his apartment, slamming the doors behind you. You took a deep breath and drove off, straight to Kai’s place.
You got out and knocked on his doors, staring at your feet and playing with your fingers, nervousness taking over your body. After a few seconds, Kai appeared in front od you, looking at you like he always does. The look that made you melt, the look that caused a sparkle in your eyes that you had, but only when you were around Kai.

'Hey’ Kai said, smiling at you.

'Hi.’ Your voice barely audible.

'Hey, what’s wrong?’ Kai said, wrapping his arm around you, guiding you inside the house. Yoou sat down on the couch, Kai following you. You kept looking down at your fingers, your hair falling slight on your face.

'Hey’ Kai cupped your face and lifted your head up a little bit, locking his eyes with yours. 'Tell me’ he said gently, rubbing your cheek softly with his thumb.

'I broke up with him.’ You finally said it, Kai’s eyes going a little bit wide even though he knew what kind of person your, now ex boyfriend was. He knew he was a jerk and he said many times that you should break up with him, but you thought he was like this only because he was stressed, that it was temporary, but when he cheated, he crossed the line. Kai hugged you tightly, your head pressed against his chest, listening to his heartbeat. You withdrew your body a little bit, allowing you to look him directly into his beautiful blue eyes, his gaze only on you. In that moment you realized how in love with Kai you actually are. You smiled at him and placed your hands on his neck as you pulled him closer, locking your lips with his. You finally felt his lips on yours. After so long, you finally did it. They were extremely soft and they fitted perfectly, like they were made to kiss only your lips. He pushed you away and looked at you, befuddled.

'I'm… I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have, I just couldn’t help it because, I’m in love with you, Kai… But you don’t have to say anything.’ you said as you got up and started walking towards the front door but Kai stopped you by grabbing your arm. You turned around, your body pressed firmly against his. He cupped your face and kissed you deeply, your hands wrapping around his body.
He pulled away and pressed his forehead on yours, his eyes stayed close for a few seconds before he opened them again, his blue eyes meeting yours.

'You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do this. I love you and nothing in this world can change that.’ Kai whispered, making your heart race and your eyes started watering.

'Please, don’t cry. You deserve only the best things in this world and I’ll do everything I can to give you that.’

'I love you, Kai.’ You whispered, making him smile. He kissed you again and hugged you tightly. You couldn’t believe this was happening. This is what you wanted and it was finally here. You were unbelievably happy and being in Kai’s arms felt right and you knew that was the place where you wanted to be.

Anonymous said:Dating Cora Hale would include? Please?? 🐺

Yes! I would love to! I hope that you enjoy it, anon!

Not my gif. Gif credit goes to the amazing creators!

Dating Cora Hale would include:

- Grumpy Cora.

- Dealing with more than one Hale.

- Whenever she or Derek wear sunglasses you always say “EVERYONE! WATCH OUT! HERE COMES A HALE STORM!

- Being the only one that Cora trusts, - other than her big brother-.

- Cora being protective of you.

- Cora caring for you all of the time.

- Cora walking or driving you home at night because she worries that something may happen to you.

- Movie nights.

- Ordering pizza at 3 am because you two get super hungry.

- Sleeping over at her house.

- Her sneaking into your bedroom window every night to lay with you and make sure that nothing happens to you.

- “Touch her and I’ll rip your tongue out of your mouth.

- “Flirt with my girlfriend again Stiles and I’ll punch your face so hard it’ll indent the wall.

- Cora hearing your heart beat quicken whenever she kisses you or touches you.

- “Are you nervous?

- “No!

- Always getting hurt which makes Cora mad.

- Cora fiercely protecting you when under attack because she can’t lose you.

- Laying your head in her lap as she plays with your hair until you fall asleep.

- Late night talks until the two of you giggle and then fall asleep.

- Cuddling with Cora when no one is around.

- Stiles and the pack always teasing the two of you for being together.

- “Stiles, shut up if you know what’s good for you.

- “That’s my girl!

- You and Cora ruthlessly bothering Derek and Peter for your own entertainment.

- “Don’t be a sour wolf, Cora.

- Cora showing up at your school to get you to ditch the day and spend it with her instead.

- “I can’t! I have a project due.

- “Yeah, and? Just give a crummy excuse like you had explosive diarrhoea or something.

- “Explosive diarrhoea?

- “It was the first thing that I thought of.

- “You’re weird.

- You asking Cora random questions about what it’s like to be a werewolf.

- “Does that mean you poop in the backyard?

- “Oh my God, (Y/N)! Shut up!

- You always pouting at Cora when you don’t get your way.

- “Nice try, but not this time, (Y/N).

- Cora always giving you the puppy dog eyes which makes you cave.

- “I hate you.

- “No you don’t. You loooove me.

- Pinching Cora’s cheeks because she’s so adorable.

- Pissing off Cora.

- Sex.

- Lot’s of hand holding.

- Learning how to fight.

- Watching Cora train.

- Intense high fives whenever you two own someone.

- “Oh dang! We got game guuuurl!

- Cora constantly getting lost in your eyes.

- “What are you staring at?

- “You.

- Cora always looking at your butt when you walk in front of her.

- “Eyes on the back of my head.

- “But I like this view better!

- Listening to Cora whine whenever she doesn’t get her way.

- Going to South America with her.

- Being awkward whilst stalling Derek for Stiles only to have Cora smack her forehead with her own hand.

- “You suck at this, (Y/N)!

- “Hey! I get nervous okay?

- “You’re a dork!

- “But you love me!

- Cora always fixes you up when you get hurt.

- “Stop moving.

- “But it hurts!

- “Just shut up and kiss me you loser.

- Teaching Cora that it’s not nice to beat up people.

- “But what if they deserve it?

- “Like how?

- “By flirting with my girlfriend and looking at her.

- “Then demolish them.

- Cora getting very jealous of anyone that goes near you.

- “Are you jealous, Cora?


- Cora’s intense sassy sarcam.

- Sassy Cora.

- Heated arguments that end up being rough make out sessions.

- Fluffy Cora.

- Being Cora’s anchor.

- “I don’t know what I’d do without you, (Y/N).

- “Awe don’t be sappy Cora!

- “I’m not, just stating the truth.

- You practically crying whenever Cora says something sweet because she rarely ever does sweet things for you.

- Cora always trying her best to make you happy.

- Piggy back rides.

- Cora trying to make you tougher but it fails because you’re too sweet and innocent.

- All of the Hale’s protecting you.

- Being close to Boyd.

- Comforting Cora when Boyd dies.

- Curling up together in bed and holding hands whilst Cora soothes you with her voice until you fall asleep because she knows you have trouble falling asleep.

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You had been sharing a tent with Murphy since he returned after being banished. The disease the grounders gave him and the rest of the camp had faded but he was still in pretty bad shape from being tortured. Frankly, you didn’t want to be the one taking care of him but you volunteered for two reasons. The first being, you figured everyone hated him too much to actually take care of him. And it was easier than building or hunting. On top of that you were the only other one here with any medical training. You worked under clarke’s mother, Abby, back on the ark before you were arrested for breaking into medical files.
He slept half the time and the other half was either spent complaining or with surprisingly pleasant conversation. Murphy surprised you, he wasn’t the homicidal maniac everyone had expected of him. Sure, he was arrogant and stubborn but every once in a while you would see the tiniest glint of fear of compassion in him. On this particular day, he had a really rough time sleeping that night so he did so in the morning. When you left he was sleeping with yet another cold sweat break out on his forehead. The morning routine for you stayed the same, leave the tent, receive your and murphy’s rations, return to tent. But before you could return you heard the all too familiar cry of murphy having one of his night terrors again. You dropped the small ration bags you were holding and ran to the entrance of the tent before someone else could try to “take care of him”
Clarke approached you giving you that over concerned look that she always did. She was closely followed by her lap-dog Bellamy wielding his hand gun.
You move Bellamy’s hand down,“let me handle it,"before turning to the rest of the group,"nothing to see here, go back to work. Clarke I’m gonna need a bowl of cold water and a rag, shirt, anything you can find.”
Everyone dispersed as you went into the tent, murphy was still asleep shouting loudly as he tossed and turned. You put your hands in his shoulders moving the covers off his body.
“Murphy! Calm down. Wake up murphy. Wake up,"you shook him softly.
He shook in your hands like a leaf before finally opening his eyes and gripping your wrists.
"You’re safe…"you whispered to him moving some hair off his sweaty forehead,"you’re okay…”
For a brief moment Murphy was hiding behind nothing. There was no shield hiding his fear and he caught his breath. Clarke peaked his head in and set the bowl and rag next to you.
“Thank you,"you said to her,"murphy lay down you’ll feel better when you’re not as hot.”
Half of you expected him to say something along the lines of ‘oh doll, I’m never not hot’. But he just nodded, breathing heavily and laid back, stripping his shirt off. Anyone else would have been surprised to see his unwarranted strip show but you’ve had to help him do a lot worse. His body was nothing new to you, you regularly cleaned and changed his bandaging in addition to his preference of sleeping in only boxer shorts.
But this was all too different, his body glistened in sweat, shaking violently. Fresh scratches and dried blood marking his skin.
“You’re safe…john…its just (Y/N),"you told him in a soft soothing voice before starting to sop the sweat off of his head.
Finally his breathing steadied and and he was finally able to speak.
"What was it this time?"you asked him cleaning some dried blood off a large gash on his forehead.
"I don’t want to talk about it (Y/N)"he sighed.
"Murphy you know talking will help,"you encouraged.
"It’s the same one I have every time…something touches my..n-neck."he couldn’t meet your eyes as he confessed his fear.
"The hanging again?”
“Yeah..,"he looked away again turning his face to the side,"I guess my neck is a bit more sensitive than most.”
You weren’t sure what to say, he had been through far too much for words to mean anything.
“Did I ever tell you my first impression of you?”, you asked him.
“No but I’m not in the mood to have another person tell me how much they used to hate me,"he rolled his eyes.
You moved your tag to his chest to clean up the gashes in his left peck,"I never hated you. I thought you were crazy but I never hated you.”
“Don’t lie to me. That’s worse than telling you that you hate me,"he scoffed.
"I’m not lying. When I first met you, you were just one of Bellamy’s little sidekick. Followed him around like a dog,"you chuckled moving your finger over his wound carefully,"but I remember that you were always making some sort of joke or public declaration. You were such a character.”
“Is that a good thing?”, he turned back to you.
“Very good,"you smile at him.
"Why are you so nice to me? No one cares how I feel,”
“I do,” you cocked your head at him,“you need to stop assuming people hate you.”
“They haven’t given me a reason not to think otherwise,”
“I know but, I don’t hate you. Believe it or not I actually kind of like you,"your trained hands rewrapped the bandage around his waist.
He gripped your wrist,"why?”
“You’ve made some mistakes but frankly if you or anyone else here read half the files I did, they would fear and hate everyone here.” You told him.
“Is that what you got arrested for?"he asked you.
You nodded,"apparently breaking into the chancellors files is a very, very bad thing to do.”
“Sounds like your a very very bad girl,"that signature murphy smirk spread across his face.
"See, now you’re feeling better,"you joked with him enjoying watching his eyes light up.
Murphy moved his hand over the back of your neck,"I would be dead if it weren’t for you.”
“Probably,"you agreed putting the blood soaked rag into the dirtied water before he tilted your chin up.
"Thank you."he said softly before leaning in and kissing you.
You kissed back against his chapped lips moving your hands over his shoulders, before pushing him off slightly.
"I-I’m sorry…that was really forward,"he kicked his lips looking down flustered,"I understand if you don’t want to talk to me again.”
You leaned in pecking his lips,“I liked it. But, maybe you should pace yourself before trying anything again.”
He kisses you once more before you stand up to empty the water and retrieve his rations from before.
“Maybe next time, Tiger.”

Whiskey and Church.
Murphy x reader.
Part 1.

Summary: You meet Murphy at McGinty’s and like each other. You meet again the next day and he asks you on a date.
Warnings: Swearing, violence, fluff.

The night was cold and you pulled your leather jacket tighter around yourself, you were glad you decided not to wear a dress, and instead opted for jeans, a simple black t shirt and your boots. You made your way to the bar you came across before, seeking warmth and relief after a shit day. You quit your waitressing job after you got sick of your asshole boss grabbing your ass every five minutes and leering over you. The guy was a disgusting pig and you were glad to finally be gone, but now you were faced with finding a new job. So tonight you decided just to have some fun, getting excited as you saw the sign you were looking for, McGinty’s.

As you walked in you were greeted by warmth and all eyes on you, making you flush a little. It seemed to be only guys here. You made your way to the bar and was greeted by the old man there.
“What can I…Fuck!…Ass!…get ye there l-l-lass?” He smiled warmly, as you bit your lip to stop a chuckle coming out.
“Can I have a bottle of whiskey please?” You asked politely. He looked a little surprised at your request for the bottle but smiled and got your drink as you passed him the money. You took a long pull straight from the bottle, letting the warmth spread through your body. You looked across the bar and found a pair of blue eyes staring at you. The man they belonged to was quite handsome with his shaggy brown hair, slight facial hair and a cute little mole above his lip. You couldn’t ignore his broad shoulders either, his arms were fucking beautiful poking out of his black t shirt. He took a swig of his beer, his eyes never leaving yours, you couldn’t help the blush that started rising to your cheeks and he smirked at you. You looked away from the intense stare and took another long pull from the bottle. You shucked off your leather jacket as you were now warm and started to relax.

Murphy tensed as he watched you take your jacket off, your t shirt clung to all the right places, and he bit his lip at your body. Connor smirked at Murphy, knowing just what was going on in that head of his.
Labhairt di deartháir beag. (Talk to her little brother.)” He urged his brother in Gaelic , elbowing him in the ribs for good measure as he smirked.
Fuck tú, tá mé an duine is sine! (Fuck you, I’m the older brother!)” Murphy yelled as he smacked Connor around the head in retaliation.

You couldn’t help but laugh as you watched the two men scuffle whilst arguing in what sounded like Gaelic, the lighter haired one occasionally shouting something in English about ice. They heard you laugh and stopped, you could swear the dark haired one blushed as he sat back down.
You continued to drink straight from the bottle, feeling yourself relax and rid yourself of the stress of the day when you heard the door open. You’d turned around only to see your now ex boss walk in. Your nostrils flared in anger as you glared at him, both Murphy and Connor noticed your reaction to the man and watched you carefully.
“Fancy seeing you here sexy.” He leered as he made his way to you. He grabbed your bottle of whiskey and took a gulp before you ripped it out of this hands.
“Fuck off Tom, leave me the fuck alone.” You spat as you wiped the rim of the bottle to rid it of his disgusting mouth.
“No, I think I’m fine right where I am baby.” He smirked as he wrapped his arm around you. You tried to shove it off but he was too strong.
“This is fucking sexual harassment asshole.” You snapped glaring at him.
“Not anymore. You quit remember.” He grinned as he ran his hand up your thigh making you feel sick.

“De girl said t’ leave her alone, so I suggest ye fuck off.” A voice said with a deadly calm tone. You looked and saw the men from before, the darker haired one being the one who spoke.
“And what are you gonna do about it?” Tom sneered.
“De ye really wanna find out?” The lighter haired one asked with the same deadly tone.
You could feel Tom tense around you, making you even more uncomfortable with his arm around you.
“Let de girl go now.” The dark haired one warned, the look in his blue eyes were dangerous. Tom felt the warning and unwrapped his arm but stayed standing too close for comfort.
“Ah, I see. You boys want this bitches pussy for yourself?” He smirked at them both.
“Dats no way t’ talk about a lady, is it brot’er?” The darker one asked looking at the lighter one.
“Aye Murph, tis quite rude. Ma would be appalled.” He said glancing back at his apparent brother.
Without much warning Murphy punched Tom in the nose, breaking it and causing it to bleed. Connor grabbed him harshly by the collar and started to lead him outside.

You looked at the one named ‘Murph’ and smiled.
“Thank you, he was the exact reason I was in here drinking this.” You said gratefully as you took another sip of your bottle of whiskey.
“T’was no problem love, happy t’ help.” He smiled back at you before ordering another drink.
“That’s on me.” You stated as you handed the money over before Murphy had the chance.
“T’anks. Would ye mind if I sat wit’ ye?” He asked politely. Mind? Why would I mind that a hot Irishman wants to sit with me?!
“Be my guest.” You smiled as you looked him over appreciatively, the alcohol loosening your inhibitions. He caught your stare and smirked at you as he sipped his beer.
“I’m Murphy by the way.” He stated as he held his hand out.
“Y/n.” You smiled as you took his hand to shake. He had other ideas though as he lifted your hand to his mouth and placed a delicate kiss.
“Beautiful name fer a beautiful girl.” He grinned as he let go of your hand, making you blush furiously.
“Thank you,” You said shyly.
“A lady like ye shouldn’t be alone in a bar like dis.” He stated as he looked at her with his intense blue gaze.
“I’m not alone now though am I?” You asked, sipping your whiskey.
“Not if ye don’t wanna be love.” He smirked and unconsciously licked his lower lip. Your eyes were drawn to the movement and you couldn’t help but wonder what he would taste like.

The night wore on and you and Murphy got to know each other more. Connor, who you found out was Murphy’s twin, joined you at some point and the night was just spent laughing and joking with each other, the twins sharing hilarious stories about each other. By the end of the night you were fairly drunk, the boys could hold their alcohol a little better than you and weren’t quite in the same state as you. You stumbled as you stood up to put your coat on.
“Well lads, it was good meeting ye!” You giggled as you attempted to mimic their Irish brogue, causing them to laugh.
“And where de ye t’ink yer goin’ lass?” Connor chuckled as you struggled to put your coat on. Murphy, ever the gentleman, helped you put it on.
“Home, where else would I go?” You asked with a laugh.
“Ye not walkin’ home on yer own love.” Murphy stated, leaving no room for discussion.
“Aye, tis too dangerous, Murph will walk ye home.” He smiled, giving Murphy a pointed look.
“My hero!” You giggled dramatically, putting your arm around Murphy’s waist. Murphy smirked and wrapped his arm around your shoulder.
“C’mon love. See ye when I get home Connor.” He called back to his brother as he lead you out of the bar.

The air was cold and you shivered causing Murphy to hold you tighter. You enjoyed the warmth and the scent of him and before long you were at your apartment.
“Do you want to come in?” You asked as you stood in the doorway.
“No love, best if I don’t.” He sighed looking at you.
“Why?” You asked slightly disappointed.
“Because I don’t t’ink I’d be able t’ control myself, and yer drunk.” He explained.
“Such a gentleman!” You giggled as you threw your arms around his neck, catching him off guard. He wrapped his arms around your waist soaking up the embrace and hoping this wouldn’t be the last time he would see you.
“Can I see ye again?” He asked as he squeezed you a little tighter.
“Id really like that.” You admitted as you broke the embrace causing him to smile.
“Thanks for everything tonight Murph, I really appreciate it.” You smiled as you kissed his cheek.
“G’night y/n.” He said as he tucked a strand of hair behind you ear before you entered your apartment.

You woke up the next morning for early mass. You had decided to change church as your idiot boss went to your old one. You were surprised he didn’t burst into flames walking into a holy place. You were shocked you didn’t have a hangover as you replayed the events on last night. You couldn’t help but smile at the thought of Murphy, he was such a gentleman, he could have easily got laid last night but refused because you were drunk. You looked forward to seeing him again and regretted not giving him your number.
You got out a pretty dress for church that was both flattering but church appropriate, and picked your heels . You always liked to make an effort for church. You left your hair down and it flowed nicely. It didn’t take long to get to the new church and you walked in and sat down.

Murphy and Connor were at mass as usual when they heard heels click on the floor, they both raised their heads and were shocked to see you walking in and sitting on a pew across from them. Murphy looked at Connor dumbstruck with a shit eating grin on his face as he remembered his conversation with his twin from the night before.

“I can’t believe ye didn’t get her number ye stupid shit!” Connor cackled at is brother not long after he arrived home.
“Shut de fuck up! If its meant t’ be ill see her again.” Murphy stated as he got ready for bed.

Connor smirked at his brother and shook his head in disbelief.
“De Lord works in mysterious ways dear brot’er.” He chuckled as he took another glance at you. Both brothers couldn’t deny you looked amazing. Murphy thought you were beautiful last night but that was nothing to how awestruck he was with you now. Connor was a little jealous he let Murphy go after you, they both did well with the ladies but Murphy was the pickier of the two and it took a special kind of girl to take his fancy. So when he could tell Murphy liked you last night, he decide to let him.

You couldn’t believe your luck when towards the end of mass you noticed a certain set of twins walking up to the front of the church and kneel at the statue of Christ. You blushed as you watched them and stood up to leave, part of you wanted to speak with them but the other part felt a little weird, especially with the fact you were dressed up. You should have known they’d be here really, they had spoke about their faith last night and you had seen their tattoos. As you were about to leave you were stopped by a voice.

“Well lass, didn’t take ye fer a Catholic girl.” Connor smiled as he approached you, Murphy stood with him looking slightly bashful.
“There’s a lot you don’t know about me Connor.” You smirked. Connor excused himself to go to the confessional booth and left Murphy and you alone.
“Ye look stunnin’ love.” He said shyly making you blush.
“Thank you Murph.” You smiled at him and gave him a quick hug,
“I was wonderin’, if maybe…maybe I could take ye out fer dinner…like a date?” He asked as he nervously bit his thumb.
“I’d really like that.” You admitted with a smile, making him grin at you as you exchanged numbers.
“I’ll call ye love.” He said as he planted a soft kiss at the side of your mouth, lingering a little longer than necessary.
“I’m looking forward to it.” You grinned before exiting the church.

                       - PART II

Kai Parker x Reader
word count
: 3 940
summary : continues the story from part I
*gif by christophwood

A few days later Kai arrived in NOLA.  He was going to stay at the Mikaelson’s for the entire summer and he couldn’t be happier about it. The Originals have become , in a way , like a family to him. At first when Klaus had met him a few  years ago , there had been moments when Kai thought maybe he’d lose his head again or maybe his heart. Later on though , the original hybrid had accepted him and they were now if not friends , at least friendly. Hope had been one of his brightest students – until Y/N. He wondered if the Originals would change their mind about him now that he has fallen in love with the littlest member of their family. Kai’s first week had been intense. Y/N’s family was all vampires and that meant they had ears on them 24/7 , yet somehow she still managed to steal a kiss or two. He wasn’t surprised by that , she had had a lot of practice. Ever since he had stepped foot in the compound , he had fought the urge to pull her in his arms. Hiding their relationship was becoming harder by the second and even though he couldn’t hug her , none of her relatives seemed to object when she hugged him and she always tried to find excuses. At the dinner table somehow they’d always end up sitting together , ‘accidentally’ touching while the other reached for something. Under the table things were different. They’d steal a moment or two , holding hands but never for too long so her family doesn’t notice. Then around the middle of the night they’d  meet somewhere private - at the attic or on one of the many balconies and steal a moment using a cloaking spell. All Kai and Y/N wanted was to be with with each other constantly.
Kol Mikaelson , her father , kept eyeing them with suspicion each time he caught them somewhere in the compound together and Kai was starting to think that maybe he knows about the moments he had shared with his daughter. All the Mikaelsons were very protective of Y/N and Hope and Kai couldn’t blame them - both youngest Mikaelsons have shown up on this world , breaking all magical rules.

[the first day of the second week]

Y/N sneaked into the kitchen early in the morning to make herself a smoothie. Lately smoothies had become her favourite way to start the day - though it had nothing to do with the drink itself. Each time before she headed downstairs , she’d write a note squishing the paper in between her hands muttering a spell. Then she’d go downstairs and not 5 minutes later Kai would show up and the blender would create the sound distraction they needed to steal a kiss and talk.
That morning hadn’t been different. Kai had gotten the note and a few minutes later he sneaked into the kitchen wrapping his arms around Y/N from behind. His lips left a soft kiss on her neck and he whispered ‘Good Morning.’ just as her finger pressed the ON button on the blender.
Y/N turned around , glancing around by habit and her hands hooked around his neck pulling him closer to her. Their lips pressed against each other colliding in a deep passionate kiss , tugging at his lower lip at the end of the kiss.
    “Morning.” she smiled at him. “Sleep well ?”
Kai tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. He still couldn’t believe after everything he had been lucky enough to find someone like her. Surely their relationship hadn’t had a traditional start - he had been her teacher , watched her grow up , teaching her everything he knows… Somehow his admiration towards her had turned into affection which ultimately had become feelings. Kai had been seriously freaked out by those at first , realising if Caroline got wind of them, he’d find himself in a Prison World faster than he can flick his wrist.
    “As well as you did.” he said smiling. “Why did you toss and turn so much last night ? Every five seconds your bed would make this creaking sound – ”
    “Arhh … I was thinking about things.” she said shyly , her cheeks flushing a little.
Things ? he wondered. What kind of ‘things’ could get a girl blush ?
    “Ohh things. Well we don’t have to do things just yet or ever until you say you want to do those things.” he said softly. A small smile showed on her face. “What do you want to do today ? We can go by that ice cream place you like , with that weird ice cream –”
    “You mean 'vegan’ ice cream?” she teased. “It’s not weird , its just – different. I like different.”
Kai smiled at her , brushing his nose against hers. Y/N definitely liked different , no doubt about. He loved that about her , he loved every single thing about her - the way she crinkles her nose when she doesn’t like something , how her eyes lit up every time she sees someone she loves , specially around him. How her smile is capable of brightening the darkest moment and how without trying she always takes his breath away. He loved her heart - how big and warm it is , so warm it had warmed up his. Kai took a step away from her , still holding onto her hands taking a good look at the girl who fell in love with him who he’d die to protect. Y/N was still wearing her PJ’s , in her rush to get downstairs so they can have a moment alone and somehow she looked even hotter with her hair messed up and that lingering sleepy look in her eyes.
    “Hottest thing I’ve ever seen.” he said in a hushed voice , not taking his eyes off her. “So hot you are burning up –”
    “Stop –”
    “Even the sun is not that hot.”
    “S-stop–” she said , feeling her cheeks flush.
Kai pressed his lips against hers kissing her gently , lifting her on the kitchen counter. Y/N wound her legs around him , her hands moving up and down his back gripping on his shirt. Their lips barely left each other and something inside her stirred again by the way he was pulling her towards him. Neither of them could get enough of the other and if Kai hadn’t pulled away Y/N probably would’ve never broken the kiss. He smiled widely at her , resting his forehead on hers.
    “I want to show you my favourite place to hang out in the city.” she said feeling out of breath. “Well , one of them but this one I like quite a lot.”
    “Can’t wait. If you like it - then I already know I will too.” he smiled at her , kissing her forehead softly , wrapping his arms around her. For the first time in his life everything was perfect and he had everything he had ever wanted. Someone who loves him and accepts him just the way he is , someone who never judged him — someone who he would die to protect. Kai really hoped this would last because somehow the thought of life without his Y/N just – broke him to pieces.
    “OH and I almost forgot. I checked my grandmother’s grimoars and there is this privacy spell which means we can spend time together — alone in either your or my bedroom. Without anyone overhearing.”
    “Really ? ” he smiled at her , kissing her forehead softly. “Are you sure you can do the spell – ? Right sorry. Why do I even doubt the brightest witch I’ve ever known.”
Y/N started to laugh. “You will help me right ? Someone has to stand outside the door to make sure it’s working. And if we combine it with a cloaking spell - ”
    “ - we can spend time together whenever we want.” he smiled widely. “ Just you — and me. Alone…  it’s fun sneaking around but a break every now and then would be nice.”
    “Yeah , and we can talk about things — or I don’t know um …”
    “You are blushing. Y/N , I told you –.”
    “Yeah but we can talk about them. I am just – curious , you know.”
    “Wait – you haven’t ?”
Y/N opened her mouth to say something and then closed it , her cheeks flushing an even brighter shade of red. Kai was the first person she ever had those kind of feelings for and somehow those thoughts had sneaked up on her. Kai cupped her face , placing a soft kiss on her forehead. Her family had always protected her , sometimes even making her feel like a porcelain doll. It was nice most of the time but sometimes — not so nice.
    “You are even more special than I thought.” he smiled. “We can talk and do whatever you want.”
Footsteps neared the room and he let go off her quickly. Y/N rubbed her nose for a moment , glancing at Kai who vanished into thin air and slipped of the kitchen counter. A few moments later her mother walked in , leaning against the door frame.
    “Another smoothie ?” said her mother.
    “Um yeah.” laughed Y/N awkwardly. “To keep me young. You know — with everyone being a vampire in the family , I just – sometimes feels weird to age.”
Davina started laughing , pulling her daughter in her embrace. Y/N wrapped her hands around her mother tightly , closing her eyes for a moment.  All those super close moments got her heart racing like nothing else. One day Kai might not hear her family approaching and what would happen to him then ?
    “So who is he?” asked Davina.
Y/N pulled away with a startled expression.
    “W-what are you talking about ? He ? He who ?”
    “There is someone , I know that glow. You are in love. Do I know him ?”
    “Is it that obvious?” wondered the young girl.
    “To me it is. I am your mother and – I had the same glow in my eyes when I fell in love with your father.”
Y/N poured the smoothie in two to go cups , handing one of them to her mother. More than anything she wanted to share things with her, but talking about it might end up blowing up her secret. There was no way she’d risk it after everything. Her last year at the Salvatore Boarding School for the Young and Gifted had been the best year of her life , even though technically she and Kai hadn’t been together together. Who knows what her parents and her family would do. Sure they liked Kai but what if suddenly they changed their minds and her uncle Klaus called Caroline and they sent him away again? Y/N was pretty sure she’d die if she loses him or if anything happens to him.
    “Don’t tell dad , please.” she pleaded. “You know how he is - he will freak out completely and –”
    “– you are afraid he’ll scare off your boyfriend ?”
    “No. I am afraid he might hurt him and if something happens to him I — I will never make it through.”
Davina rubbed her daughter’s shoulders , understanding what her daughter meant. Losing someone you love so much can not only hurt you but quite literally break you. A memory of the time Kol had died in her hands rushed in her mind and Davina never wanted her daughter to feel that kind of pain in her life.
    “I promise. It will be our little secret.”

About two hours later Kai was sitting in the living room with Y/N’s aunt Freya. Out of all Mikaelsons he really liked spending time with her. Like her siblings Freya hadn’t aged , but not because she had turned into a vampire. She had used a spell to slow down her aging , making it so she only aged a year every decade. He liked talking with her about ancient spells. Kai hadn’t expected they could be that interesting , specially the spell her mother had used to turn her siblings into vampires.
Y/N showed up at the door , a little out of breath as if she had been running and if Kai had guess - he’d say she had. The littlest Mikaelson was wearing short shorts and a plain top with a small bag over her shoulder and a smile from ear to ear.
    “Hey aunt Freya. Mind if I borrow him ? I wanted to show him the cemetery –”
Kai’s eyes widened. That couldn’t be the place she was talking about right ? He listened carefully hearing the change in her heartbeat and he suppressed a smile. Wherever they were going was probably in the exact opposite direction. Y/N could barely contain herself , while waiting for her aunt to reply. Freya nodded.
    “Have you told him about  your mother being the regent of the Nine Covens and a former Harvest girl ? I’m sure he will like the story how your mother told her entire coven to shove it.” laughed her aunt. “OH and make sure to show him the Claire tomb – you know only you can enter this place now , being the only witch from the bloodline left.”
    “Yeah of course. Come on – Kai.” said Y/N with a mischievous look in her eyes.
Kai smiled widely at her and she grabbed his hand pulling him out of the room under the stunned expression of her aunt Freya. He really liked how Y/N had said his name -  like it was the best thing to ever exist in the world , with no hint of judgement or anything. Just love and affection. They walked down the street and then down another before he wrapped his hand around her waist pulling her towards him. He hoped none of the Mikaelson’s is around to see them.
    “Where are we really going ? I know the cemetery is in the opposite direction.”
    “Trust me.” she said smiling playfully. Y/N pulled him a few streets down and into one of the alleys.
    “Your favourite place to hang out is a random alley in the middle of town ?” asked Kai surprised. “I never would’ve guessed.”
Y/N laughed under her breath shaking her head and took a step towards him and another until his back hit the wall , a playful smile spreading across her face.
    “Not exactly. There is a bar through that door right there.”
    “A - a bar ? Your parents would kill both of us - ”
    “Hey , I am old enough for this one.” she said hooking her hands around his neck. “Trust me , we won’t get in trouble.”
Kai gazed into her eyes and placed his hands on her waist pulling her towards him. It all still felt like a dream to him , like somehow he’d wake up back at the Salvatore’s or even worse - in the Prison World , realising the past years have been a hallucination brought on due his desiccation. Y/N scratched lightly the back of his neck , pulling him down for a kiss.. No matter how many times they kissed it always felt like that first kiss. 

    “Alright guys. That’s it for today.” said Kai , sitting on his desk leaving a book aside. “Tomorrow we talk about nature spells , which are really fun by the way. Even more so since the lesson will be outside in the woods.”
Everyone gathered their things and walked out of the room. Everyone but Y/N. He had noticed the past few days she’d hang around a little longer after classes and for some reason she kept  glancing at him and the door the entire time until all her classmates were gone. Kai wondered what’s up with her. It was even more distracting to him when they were alone together. All those emotions and feelings he had started having for Y/N just felt magnified when they were alone.
    “Everything okay miss Mikaelson?”
    “Yeah – ”
Y/N took a few steps towards the door, walking past him when suddenly she stopped. Before he had had the chance to say something or even blink for that matter she had cupped his face and their lips had met. Her kiss had been cautious at first and the second he had placed his hands on her waist it had intensified, then all off the sudden she had pulled away and walked out of the room without looking at him twice. Kai sat with his eyes wide , watching after her. He wiped his face with his hand , trying to catch his breath.

Kai scooped her up , turning around until her back was against the wall instead of his , pressing his body firmly against hers. Their lips moving in perfect sync as if they had been made for each other. He loved how Y/N responded to him , always pulling him closer and closer to her as if there was anywhere else to go. Her fingers tangled in his hair lightly gripping it while he trailed his way towards her neck leaving kisses all the way there.
    “Well , you two appear to be having fun.” said an unfamiliar male voice making Kai stop suddenly. “Don’t stop on my account.”
He turned towards the unfamiliar face with a confused expression and let Y/N down on the ground noticing a wide smile on her face. Kai wondered who that is and how they knew each other. Whoever it was it appeared she trusted him and was happy to see him meaning they were probably friends. Kai hoped thats all they have ever been. For some reason just the thought of someone else close by who might have feelings for his girl made him feel a kind of anger he hadn’t felt before.
    “Hey Josh. That’s – Kai Parker.”
    “Hi.” said Kai shaking cautiously Josh’s hand.
    “OH so that’s him.” said Josh checking out Kai.” Cool. Don’t worry , I am not going to spill the beans.” said Josh. “What are you doing here ?”
    “You know I like the back entrance better. Ever since my parents decided to have someone watch the front one at all times after that – accident.”
. Josh started laughing and wrapped his arms around Y/N.
    “Come on Trouble.” said Josh and led them inside the bar through the back door. “What can I get you and your smoking hot boyfriend ?”
They walked , hand in hand following Josh into the bar. Y/N sat on one of the stools , resting her elbows on the bar holding her head in her hands as she did. Kai sat next to her , lightly brushing his hand against her back.
    “Club soda for me and -”
    “- make that two.” said Kai , Y/N turning towards him in surprise. “What ? You don’t want your family to find out we’ve been here right ? Plus I am already floating on cloud 9 or higher because of you —.”
Josh glanced between them with a grin on his face. Y/N and Kai couldn’t tear their eyes away from each other and somehow always found a way to snuggle closer to the other. A few minutes later he gave them their drinks and the young couple moved to one of the more secluded tables at the bar , away from prying eyes.  
Y/N pulled her chair towards Kai’s and he put his arm around her , brushing his fingers against her cheek. A simple gesture , feeling more magnified every time he did it making a dozen butterflies flapping their wings in her stomach.
    “That’s your favourite place to hang out ?” he wondered. “I wouldn’t have thought you liked hanging out in bars. I wonder what else I don’t know about you.”
Y/N laughed under her breath. “It’s because of Josh. He is awesome and is practically my only real friend in this town apart from my family.”
    “And you two have never — ”
Y/N stared at him , nearly choking on her drink. Was Kai jealous of her friend ? For a moment she glanced at Josh at the bar and then back at her boyfriend who was looking at her impatiently. Every moment she didn’t answer his question felt like torture to him. Why did he feel that way ? It was driving him nuts. He hoped she’d say 'no’ but also had no idea what he’d do if she says 'yes’.
    “No. Never. He doesn’t like girls that way.” she said , lifting a weight off his chest. Kai sighed and smiled wider than before. “You have nothing to worry about.”

[about 25 minutes later]

    “Oh hey – Davina.” said Josh smiling nervously. “W-what are you doing here ?”
Davina sat on one of the stools smiling at her friend trying to figure out what has him acting so nervous. Josh never acted that way unless he was hiding something.
    “I need your help.”
    “With what ?”
    “There is only one person who might know who Y/N’s boyfriend is and that is you. Her best friend.” said Davina , studying Josh’s face.
Josh’s eyes widened and he leaned in towards Davina with a surprised expression on his face trying to think of a way to signal his friend at the other end of the bar. Y/N and her boyfriend were too busy making out to notice her mother had walked in and was literally sitting a few metres away from them.
    “Y/N has a boyfriend ?” said Josh acting as surprised as he could.
    “You don’t know ?” she wondered. Josh shook his head wiping the bar with the towel in his hand. “That’s weird. She usually tells you everything.”
    “Nope. I guess whoever it is — she doesn’t want any of us near him. Can you blame her though ? Her first grade crush probably still hates her for what her father did.”
Davina thought back a few years back. When her daughter had been about 7 years old there had been this boy in her class she liked. They had spent hours on the playground and then the boy had accidentally pushed her on the ground and Kol had lost it. After that Y/N had spent days not wanting to go to school because of the way her dad had reacted.
    “I – I don’t know.” said Davina rubbing her forehead. “ I just don’t want her to get hurt. From what I got her to tell me it seems that she really loves him. What if he doesn’t love her back the same way? Y/N would be crushed.”
Kai turned towards the bar , hearing Y/N’s name. He placed his hand over her mouth and pointed at the bar where her mother was standing talking to Josh.
'Cloaking spell.’ she mouthed. 'Now.’
A few moments later they got up and headed towards the exit walking right pass her mother and Josh catching some of their conversation. Y/N gripped Kai’s wrist wanting to hear what they’d say and maybe figure out what her mother was doing there.
Should’ve known she wouldn’t let it slide. she thought.
    “Y/N can take care of herself. Trust me. You should’ve seen her when that werewolf tried to bite me and then tried to attack her.” said Josh smiling.
    “Yeah — she is quite extraordinary isn’t she?.” smiled Davina , looking at her hands. “Maybe Kai knows. It might be some of the boys from the school. Y/N had that look in her eyes when we went there to pick her up.“
Kai and Y/N glanced at each other with startled expressions on their faces. Kai had been still in the kitchen when her mother had confronted Y/N asking her about who the boy is but last thing he had expected for that to happen.
Davina turned towards them , starring at the blank space in front of her with a mix of confusion and curiousity in her eyes.
    “D-do you hear a heart beat ?” she asked Josh.

Professor Pride Week 5

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Title: Professor Pride Week 5

Pairing: Professor!Pride x Reader

Word Count: 1,437

Warnings: fluff, angst

A/N: Just gonna remind anyone who cares that there is a new NCIS and NOLA tonight! <3 Feedback is welcomed and appreciated! I hope you all enjoy this new chapter! I love you all so much! <3 <3

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Out of all the times he walked into class, he never thought he would catch you in the act.  He watched as you placed the coffee on your desk.  You set it down so gingerly, a soft smile on your lips.  He wondered if you smiled every time you had set a coffee down on his desk.  He had to admit that he missed the coffee on his desk lately.  No one ever got him coffee before.  He wanted to make it up to you somehow, and he would.  

Pride acted as if he hadn’t just seen you place the coffee down on his desk.  He hummed happily as he sipped his coffee.  For some reason, the coffee tasted much better than it had all those other times.  It was from the same place just like before, but it seemed different today.

He watched the class as they took their test.  His eyes scanned over the crowd of students.  Some of them had that concentrated look on their face, while some of them had that clueless look on their face.  He huffed out a small laugh from behind his newspaper.  He set down the newspaper as people started to turn in their tests.

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First I’d like to apologize for my handwriting. I know it is hard to read. I would have used typed letters but that didn’t feel right in a hand written Journal.

I like the idea of Asgore keeping a journal. I like to think he writes “Nice day today” on slower days without much in the way of news. Also the thought of asgore in his pink Mr dad guy sweater always makes me happy.

Have a wonderful day.


is strong with a face like yours dear. 

When I first saw these photos of Alan I always just looked at them like: WOW these are really nice shots and he has a very expressive face. I never thought about a deeper meaning for them until now. 

As I was making this gif set I noticed that when you put them in a certain order they kind of tell a story. They remind me of the stages you go through when you first start liking someone. |Shyness | Openness | Happiness | Passion | 

Fame (L.H.)

A/N: This is not one of my best writings. I’m disappointed with how it turned out, but it has been a while since I’ve posted anything. I’m sorry I keep writing such sad imagines, but those usually have a nice plot to them. I promise the next one will have a nicer story line. I most likely will not be writing a Just Friends Part 3 or Roommates Part 2, so please stop asking. However, once I reach 1K followers, I’ll give you all a little treat :) Also, THIS GIF IS NOT MINE.

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Part 2


That picture.
That stupid picture.
It was because of that picture that you found yourself clicking on various posts that had your heart breaking even more.
What picture?
The fucking picture of Luke in his smiley shirt - you know the one - pre-lip piercing and with fringe.
The picture made you realize how much he had changed with his new found fame.
Sure, the first year wasn’t as bad, but as the band grew, the more Luke lost himself in the fame.
Of course you were happy that the band was taking off and that he had become more comfortable and confident in his own skin, but if along the way he acted like someone he wasn’t, he’d eventually turn into that person permanently and you don’t think you can sit back and watch it unfold.
Luke was no longer the lanky, shy, teenage boy that you once knew. He had become this muscular, outgoing, nearly twenty year old man that you don’t even know.
“Hey, Luke,” you called over to him where he was sat on the opposite couch on his phone - which is really all he does anymore when he’s not playing a show, being interviewed, or not out clubbing.
“Hmm?” He hummed, not even looking up at you.
“Let’s go do something. The two of us, just like how we used to. We can go to your favorite pizza place down the road,” you suggested. You wanted to spend some time with your best friend as it has been a very long time since you had.
“Sorry, can’t. Have an interview in a few. Maybe next time,” he shot you down, still not looking up at his phone.
What a lie that was.

More pictures.
All you saw were picture upon picture of him over Twitter and Tumblr.
“Interview, my ass,” you mumbled as you scrolled through the pictures of Luke at Nice Guy with some girl.
He could’ve said he wanted to go clubbing. You would’ve joined him, but it seems that he doesn’t want anything to do with you as of lately.
After scrolling through a few more, you slammed your laptop shut in anger.
You don’t recognize the boy that was on your screen.

“Hey, Y/N!” Luke yelled at you from behind.
You turned around from where you were walking in the direction of their dressing room. “What?”
Luke caught up to you. “Geez, what’s your problem?”
You rolled your eyes and kept walking. “What do you want?”
He put his hands in his pockets and shrugged. “Thought we could go out to eat.”
You stopped in your tracks and looked at him. “Wow, you actually have time for me? Ordinary, Y/N?”
He furrowed his eyebrows. “Why say it like that? I always have time for you.”
You let out a sarcastic laugh. “Bullshit.” You turned to walk away.
Luke grabbed your arm and pulled you back. “It’s not bullshit. I make time to hang out with you.”
“Oh really? When’s the last time we hung out, Luke?”
He thought for a moment. “When we went bowling and made a bet to see who would have to be the winner’s servant for a day.”
“And when was that?” You proceeded to question him.
“Last week?” He guessed.
This time you scoffed. “More like five months ago, Lucas. Nice try.”
“So what if I haven’t made time to hang out with you? I’ve been busy with the band,” he nonchalantly stated.
“Busy with the band? You call going out clubbing and hanging with girls busy with the band? Get a grip on yourself, Luke.”
“Stop being such a complaining little bitch, Y/N. You should be thankful that I even still bother to hang out with a nobody like you.”
You sucked in a breath and took a step back away from him as tears filled your eyes.
That was the one thing Luke had promised you he wouldn’t dare to think of saying to you as he got famous more and more everyday.
Luke’s face turned into one of shock and regret. “Y/N… I-I didn’t mean-”
“Don’t worry. You won’t have to worry about hanging out with a nobody like me anymore.”
“That’s not what I meant-”
Then you said the words that broke him. “I don’t even know who you are anymore.” And with that, you turned on your heels and ran away.

You ignored his calls and texts. You ignored the pounding on your hotel door. All you know is that you wanted out and the only way to do that was to leave.
So that’s what you did.
You changed into a pair of leggings and a tank, threw on a flannel, grabbed your phone and wallet, and was out the door.
You had gotten into a taxi and gave the driver directions to the one place where you knew that you’d be able to clear your head.
You thanked and paid the driver then headed towards the building.
You greeted the receptionist, who knew you very well from the amount of times you’ve been here, and asked if your room was open.
“Yeah, go on in,” he told you and you thanked him before rushing towards your room.
You opened the door and flipped on the light switch. You walked further into your sanctuary, letting the door close behind you.
You took off your flannel and tied it around your waist then threw your hair up into a ponytail.
You walked over to the sound booth and plugged your phone into the system and the familiar tune of Justin Bieber’s song Sorry filled the empty room.
You walked over to the mirror and stared at yourself. Your eyes were red and puffy from the crying while your hair was disheveled in its ponytail.
Then you started dancing.
At first it was just a few free styling moves, but then you let the music take over as you created moves, letting out your frustration and anger.
You don’t even know how many times the song had repeated itself or how long you spent in the studio, but you got an idea when there was a knock on the door followed by Casey - the receptionist - walking in.
“Y/N, it’s closing time,” he said as he sat in front of you with his back against the mirror as he watched you continue to dance.
“Really? How long have I been in here?” You asked surprised as you came to a halt.
He shrugged. “About five hours maybe?”
Your eyes widened. “What time is it now?”
He pulled out his phone. “About a quarter till ten.” He pocketed his phone. “You’re not normally in here for this long unless you have a class. What’s up?” He patted the spot beside him.
You grabbed your phone from the sound booth and made your way over to sit down beside him. “Luke.”
“What happened this time?”
You shrugged. “He basically called me a bitch and a nobody.”
Casey furrowed his eyebrows. “That doesn’t sound like the Luke you’ve told me about before.”
You let out a sarcastic laugh. “Because it’s not. I don’t even think that the real Luke exists anymore. He got washed away in the fame.”
He put his hand on your knee. “You should find him and bring him back as that is what a good friend would do. It’s also what someone who’s in love with him would do too.”
You gave him an incredulous look. “Whoa. Whoa. Whoa. Hold on there. Who said that I was in love with Luke?”
He gave you a look. “It’s obvious that you are, Y/N. The way you talk about him, the fact that you’re angry about this, the fact that you care so much about what he does… all of that just points to the obvious fact that you love him.”
You sighed as you stared straight ahead of you at the wall. “How are you able to see all of this and yet I’m invisible to everyone else?”
He shrugged. “You’re in here a lot you know. It’s kind of obvious.”
“Yeah, to you.”
He sighed and stood up. “Come on,” he held his hand out for you to take.
“Where are we going?” I asked him as I took his hand and he pulled me up.
“We are getting some ice cream because that is always a great solution to every problem.”
You laughed. “I guess I could go for some ice cream.”
So, true to his word, the two of you went and got some ice cream. You stayed out for about an hour just talking and enjoying your ice cream until you had to go back.
“I guess I should head on back,” you tell him as you stood up to throw your cup away.
He followed you. “I can bring you back to your hotel if you want so that you don’t have to call a taxi.”
You smiled at him. “That’d be great, thanks.”
He nodded and the two of you walked over to his car.
He pulled into the parking lot of the hotel and turned the car off.
“You don’t have to walk me in, Casey. I can go in by myself.”
He shook his head as he got out of the car. “That’d be very douchey of me.”
You laughed as you got out as well. “Suit yourself.”
The two of you headed inside and into the elevator towards your floor.
“So, what are you gonna do now? You can’t just keep on ignoring him.”
“I’ll do it until I can’t anymore.”
He shook his head and the elevator doors opened.
The two of you stepped out and headed towards your hotel room. You opened the door and walked in to see all of the band inside.
“Uh, why are you all in here? This is my room in case you forgot,” you tell them as you put your phone and wallet on top of the dresser.
“What are we doing here? Where have you been? You’ve been gone for five hours and didn’t tell any of us where you were going. You didn’t even answer our calls and texts. Then you come back at a quarter past eleven with some random guy?” Luke scolds you as he got up from the bed and stalked over to where you stood.
You crossed your arms. “If you knew that I wasn’t answering your calls or text, did it ever occur to you that I was ignoring you? That I left for a reason?” You tell him.
He opened his mouth to say something then closed it again.
“Can you all just leave? I’m tired and I just want to sleep,” you sighed and opened the hotel door showing them that you meant it.
The rest of the lads got up, muttering a quick goodnight, before leaving with Casey following suit leaving Luke standing where he was and you still by the opened door.
“I mean it, Lucas. Leave,” you tell him and gesture with your head to the hallway.
“No,” he said stubbornly.
“Why must you be so damn difficult?”
“Oh, I’m being difficult? You’re the one that fucking won’t talk to me!”
“Because you’re being such a dick!” You yell at him and slam the door shut then stalked over to him.
“Oh, I’m a dick? How am I being a dick? I’m not the one blatantly avoiding another person who is only trying to apologize!”
“I don’t want an apology from you if it won’t be sincere and you’ll only do it again!”
“It was an accident! I didn’t mean to say it! It was a one time thing!”
“But you promised you would never say those words to me, Luke.“
He sighed as he rubbed a hand over his face. “It was an accident. I was just annoyed and it slipped out.”
“You wouldn’t say it if you never meant it.”
“I don’t even know you anymore, Luke.”
“I’m still me,” he told you.
You shook your head. “Fame has changed you, Luke.” You looked up at him with watery eyes. “And I really wish it hadn’t.”
His own eyes started to water as well. “Hey, the old Luke is still here. He just grew up.”
“You can still grow up and still be the same person you once were. You’re acting like someone you’re not and you’re turning into that person. Well, news flash, Luke. I’m not one to be swooned by all the glamour and fame. If you even knew me like you once did, you know I prefer the small things over anything extravagant. You know I’d prefer movie marathons in my pajamas than going out and clubbing.”
“What do you want me to do?” He pleaded.
You walked back and opened the door. “I want you to wake up and snap yourself out of this façade because until the Luke that I know comes back, I don’t want anything to do with you.”
He stared at you in disbelief. “You can’t just shut me out of your life, Y/N! Have all the years of being best friends meant nothing to you?”
You glared at him through your tears. “That! That right there is exactly what I’m talking about, Luke! You know just how much this friendship means to me! How dare you say I think of it any less!” You scoffed. “You need to get a grip on life.”
He didn’t move. “Y/N.”
“I swear on all that is good that if you don’t leave right now, Luke, I will scream bloody murder and throw shit at you until you do,” you huffed, all of your patience gone.
He stared at you in shock.
“You have five seconds,” you tell him as you started counting down. You normally would’ve laughed at your reference to their band name, but you were done with his shit. 
He shook his head and made his way past you and out the door.
You slammed the door and pressed you back against it as you slid down to the floor. Your strong façade dropping as your tears flowed freely.
You just lost your best friend.

This took far longer to upload than I expected. :/ I was doing so well with uploading every day until student finance and other somewhat important things got in the way. Guess we’ll just go back to the old format then. This was requested a while back by @rebel-girl92. I’m not sure how I feel about it but hopefully you will enjoy it. :) 

Prompt: …the reader is a new Avengers recruit and her sassy, no-nonsense personality and liberal views clash with Tony’s for the first few months? After a while they slightly warm up to each other but most of their encounters consist of playful banter. Then late one night he finds her in the living room crying (family drama, running into an ex, etc.), comforts her, and they stay up all night talking. By morning the reader realizes she’s been completely wrong about him.

“Old Flames and Ashes”

“Who the hell is that?” Tony asked, watching the CCTV on his tablet. A woman stood outside of the tower with a rucksack on her shoulder. She rapped her knuckles on the main door again and looked around a bit as she waited for the entrance to open. Clint Barton was sat next to Stark and peered over his shoulder. He started when he saw who was on the screen.
“Oh my god…” He murmured, growing a grin.

“Who is she?” Tony asked but Hawkeye was already on his feet, heading for the lift. He waved his hand airily.
“Let her in, let her in. I can vouch for her.”
“That’s not what I asked.” Tony grumbled as he stepped into the elevator beside his teammate.

By the time the lift reached the ground door, the woman had been bid entrance. She beamed when she saw Clint and trotted towards him. He wrapped his arms around her and laughed.
“I thought it was you!” He chuckled.
“Nice to know I’m still a familiar face.”

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