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Title: Coach Negan (Part 1.)

CHAPTER TITLE: Open Gym

Character(s): Negan and Reader (pre-apocalypse/AU)
Summary:
You always loved sports. Most specifically, basketball. After deciding to join the new season after a very embarrassing last season, you believe that you could change the team’s bad luck and bring them to the championships, but you weren’t expecting the team’s coach to be as good looking as him. It was going to be tougher than you planned.
Word Count: 2,487
Warning: SEXUAL TENSION, age difference, and obviously Negan’s language.
Author’s Note: I am so excited for this story, you guys. I was debating on sticking with baseball/softball for Negan, but I decided to change it up and do basketball (since I know more about the rules/how to play lol). Since I’m using basketball as the sport Negan will be coaching, I’m going to alternate gifs between JDM’s apperance in The Walking Dead and also his role in The Possession. Enjoy! :-)

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Title: The Small Stuff
Character: Shaun Murphy
A/n: This could technically count this as a part two for the last shaun story, but honestly i just wanted to write more for this bean and i didn’t wanna come up with a whole other background just yet.

It was still raining whenever your shift at the hospital ended, the sky had darkened but even still you could see the spindly patterns of rain tracks on the windows, and hear the soft roll of thunder from outside.

Stoping by your locker to put back on your street clothes never took you much time, back at med school your party trick was to be able to execute perfect quick changes.

But when you walked to the main doors of the building, a hair tie hanging loosely between your teeth as you gathered your hair into some sort of pile at the back of your head, you were somewhat surprised to see Shaun already standing there, just staring out at the parking lot.

Quickly, you twisted your tie around the mass of hair you had collected, and started to make your way over to him.

You were able to catch glances of him throughout most of the day, but they were never long enough for you to stop and say hello or even give him a simple smile of acknowledgement.

But, you had noticed that whenever he walked, it was almost with perfect posture and calculated steps, as if he was mentally graphing out his entire route wherever he went, and he never looked lost.

Which in retrospect was pretty impressive considering it was his first day here. You’d been at San Jose for a considerable amount of time, and sometimes you still forgot where certain places were.

He also almost always had his hands clasped together at his stomach, and even now as he stood facing away from you, you could tell by the positioning of his arms, he was doing it.

“Hello, Dr. Murphy.” You placed your hands into the pockets of your jeans and nodded at him when he turned.

“Hello,” Shaun replied, giving you a small smile when you met gazes before he looked down again. “Why do you call me that?”

“Call you what?”

“Dr. Murphy, you called me Shaun when you first learned my name.”

You blinked, thinking it was obvious to call him that in a professional setting. “I just assumed, because we haven’t known each other very long, you’d prefer to be called by that.”

“But we’re not working.”

That got a smile out of you. “Hello, Shaun.”

“Hello, (Y/n).” He said, his tone was lighter now.

“How was your first day?”

“Uneventful, Dr. Melendez has me on suction from now till eternity, so I suppose that’s something.” Shaun answered, ruffling up his hair.

You laughed. “At least you have a sense of humor.”

Shaun looked at you, brows tilted towards each other ever so slightly. “No one ever usually says that about me.”

“Really?” You asked, only to have him nod. “Are you heading out soon?” You deterred, deciding it was a bit early in your relationship to go digging into his personal history.

“Yes, I still have a bit of time to spare though, and I’d rather be here anyways.”

You nodded, taking a short moment to search through your bag. “You know, earlier I noticed that you were all wet from the rain, and it just so happens that I always carry a spare.”

“Why would someone need more than one umbrella?”

You couldn’t help but chuckle. “I sort of collect them, oddly enough,” You said, plucking the one you used earlier to show him. “I have a whole bunch at my place.”

Shaun looked down at your already outstretched hand, taking the umbrella from you and running his one thumb over the nylon taffeta of the cover. “I like this color.”

It was a dark blue, just a shade or two above navy.

“I agree, I used that one all the time when I first got it, just because I thought it looked pretty.”

Shaun looked up at you, his hand hadn’t moved from it’s outstretched postion. “When should I give it back to you?”

“Keep it, consider it a welcoming present.”

Shaun brought his hand back, both his hands now pressing into the material. “Thank you.”

“It’s not a problem,” You replied before heaving a sigh. “Anyways, I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Can I ask you something before you go?” He said before you could get too far, continuing when you gave him a nod.

“How come you helped me earlier? I thought about it a lot today, and I never gave you a convincing reason. I could have just been some crazy person looking to steal painkillers or something.”

“Well, did you steal any painkillers?”

Shaun looked like he was debating whether you were serious or not and then shook his head.

“No.”

You laughed and Shaun was beginning to notice that you laughed a lot. When he saw you talking with the other doctors, were usually laughing, or smiling as if you were about to.

He wondered how someone could seem so happy all the time.

“Call it a leap of faith, you seemed trustworthy so I trusted you,” You explained with a small shrug. “Turns out it was a good call.”

Shaun nodded, seemingly satisfied with your response. “You managed to remember that I didn’t have an umbrella earlier,” He called out to you while you were walking to the door. “And you thought I was the observant one.“

Then came your laugh again.

“See? There’s that sense of humor.”

Aisle 13

by Justina Ireland


It’s two days before the last day of school, and I’m sitting in my Combatives class ready to die of boredom.  Mr. Vaughn is showing a demonstration video on how to slay a basilisk. Again. It was the last question on our final. Only half of us got it right.

I was not one of the lucky few.

No one is paying attention as the warrior in the party uses her reflective shield to distract the basilisk while a mage makes a big deal about putting the creature down with a sleep spell.  We’re all talking and thinking about the summer.

“What did you get in here?” Jeb asks from across the row.

“C,” I say.  “What about you?”

“D minus,” he says, waving his test at me.  His ears droop a little like a chastised puppy. Demons are so sensitive.

I shrug.  “At least you dodged a bullet. No summer school.”

“Yeah,” Jeb looks down at his test morosely.  “But still, you can’t kill a basilisk?  Who knew they were an endangered species?”

Mr. Vaughn is clip-clopping across the front of the room now, arms crossed as he gives one of his “these are skills for the real world” lectures once again. As fun as it is to watch a centaur go off on a tear, I’m over Mr. Vaughn and I’m over this school year.  

I don’t really care about the test, but I do hate when Jeb gets all emo.  “Look, we’re never going to use this anyway.  No one goes adventuring anymore.”

He nods and incinerates his test with a simple fire spell.  No one even glances at him.

“What are you doing this summer?” he asks after a long while, his voice low. He’s still bummed about his bad grade. Maybe I’ll take him out for frozen yogurt after school.  Cheer him up. Sprinkles would cheer anyone up.

I slouch down in my desk, stretching with a yawn.  Mr. Vaughn has given up on his lecture and has retreated to his desk to eat an apple someone brought him.  He’s much calmer now.  It’s probably the apple.  Centaurs freaking love apples.

“Nothing dude,” I say, finally answering Jeb’s question.  “Absolutely nothing.”

*****

The second day of summer vacation my mom tells me I need to get a job.

We’re sitting at dinner eating Mom’s famous tavern stew, which is really just a bunch of random things boiled down to mush.  She’s still dressed in her work clothes: low cut white gown and flower crown.  I asked her once why the clinic makes her wear such a ridiculous outfit, and she just shrugged and said “It’s tradition. This is how healers dress.”  The men have an outfit that is just as stupid, tight white breeches and a flowy tunic, but I still think it sucks that my mom has to dress like a sex object to help people. Like, where is the self-respect in that?

“So, Caitlyn, what are your plans for summer?” Mom asks as I’m about to shovel in some of her stew.  My mouth is full so I just shrug and say “Uhnano.”

“What do you mean you don’t know? No big plans?” Mom is giving me this tight smile that means she wants a specific answer, but I have no idea what she’s looking for here.  It’s summer.  It’s two and a half months of not thinking about magic spells or chemistry or monster identification or algebra or anything, really.  So why is she hassling me?

“I was thinking of maybe taking my mage’s test or something,” I say, hoping it’s enough to distract Mom from whatever she’s about.  Dad isn’t even paying attention to the conversation. As usual he’s nose deep in Berserker Weekly.  Dad used to be this big time adventurer, walking through forests and bashing in heads for fun and profit.  That’s where he met Mom.  I think he saved her from an evil wizard or a druidic cult or something. It was a long time ago, though, and now he mainly consults for a living.

“Oh, that’s a good idea.  After you get your license maybe you could call Marcus and see if he’ll let you work in the Hex shop.  I mean, you should really get a job this summer.  Don’t you agree, Brock?”

A frown creases Dad’s dark face but he grunts in assent.

I take another bite of stew and look down at the bowl to avoid answering. There’s no way I’m going to work in my Uncle Marcus’s Hex shop. The thought of untangling curses all summer makes me want to turn myself into a frog and hide out in the forest.  Not to mention that my Uncle Marcus is the cheapest man alive.  I’d be lucky if he even paid me.

Mom pushes her bowl of stew away and jumps to her feet.  “Good! Caitlyn, I’ll send Marcus a note letting him know you’ll be there tomorrow bright and early—”

“I don’t want to work in the Hex shop. It’s gross.”

Mom stops and turns to me slowly.  Her skin is pale as usual but two spots of color have appeared high on her cheeks.  She is pissed.  “Removing hexes is not gross.  Your uncle gives those people their lives back.”

“A woman with boils all over her face is pretty gross, Mom.”  Last year when I had to pick a concentration Mom took me to see Marcus to convince me to pick cursework because it pays pretty well.  I chose spellweaving instead.  I’d rather work in a factory making love charms or fire spells than to have to turn frogs back into snotty princes all day.

Mom purses her lips and turns to my Dad.  “Brock, will you please talk some sense into your daughter?”

“Cursework is disgusting, Mel,” Dad says, lowering his paper.  “Why can’t the girl go adventuring like everyone else her age?”

“No one goes adventuring anymore, Dad,” I say.  Because it’s true. Adventuring is something your parents make you do because they don’t understand that it isn’t cool to slay dragons anymore or that maidens can rescue themselves.

I mean, adventuring is just so lame. Walking around, looking for a prophecy to fulfill, and then working really hard for something that may or may not come true? Yawn. I have better things to do.

“No one goes adventuring, huh?” Dad and Mom exchange a look, like they’re about to laugh at some inside joke.  Then Dad raises his paper again.  “Either way, you’re not going to sit around the house all summer and play video games.  Get a job, Caity-Bird, and if you can’t find one then your mother will call Marcus and you can spend all summer waking princesses.”

And that’s how I end up working at the Shop Quick.

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Turn Around

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Title: Turn Around

Pairing: Gibbs x Reader

Word Count: 1,021

Warnings: fluff

A/N: This was requested by an anon: Being friends with Abby and telling her about your crush on Gibbs not knowing that he is right behind you, please? ;) I hope you all enjoy! I love you all so much! <3

It was routine for you to visit Abby while Gibbs went to autopsy.  You had a Caf-Pow in your hand and somewhat of a smile on your face.  Usually you had a wide grin on your face as you greeted the forensic scientist, but something was on your mind today.   When you entered her lab, she could tell right away.  Since you and Abby were best friends, she could always tell when something was off about you.

Abby took the Caf-Pow politely from your hands just as she noticed the suddenly somber look you had on your face.  It was still early in the case, she would make time to talk to you after going over the evidence.

You quirked an eyebrow at Abby, noticing that she was going through her findings rather quickly.  It seemed like she wasn’t wasting any time.  Once she finished, she spun on her heels to face you.

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Title: Secondhand Memories
Character: Shaun Murphy
A/n: A short story to help pass the time till the next episode. But there actually isn’t a lot of reader/shaun interaction in this one, but i’m willing to do a second part that elaborates more on it if anyone wants it!

Shaun didn’t see you in the morning like he always did. Usually, he’d walk in to find you balancing a cup of coffee on a closed binder of charts, or twirling a pen in between your fingers while you spoke to one of the other doctors.

Today though, he came through the usual doors at his usual time and looked around for you. He was pretty excited to tell you about the nice elderly lady on the bus who called him handsome. But the whole front lobby was absent of your presence.

It was a bit alarming at first, but then he saw Claire walk over and place a stack of multi-colored binders onto the receptionists desk.

“Good morning, Dr. Browne.” Shaun said once he walked up to her, looking up from his hands to smile at her. “You look nice today, have you seen Dr. (L/n)?”

Claire looked up at him, surprised that he was even talking to her after their other failed attempts at having conversations with one another. “Oh hey, yeah she called in today. I didn’t hear why though.”

“Do you think she’s sick?” Shaun asked, thinking back on last night and if you were showing any other symptoms during the car ride to his house.

Claire smiled. “I wouldn’t worry too much, she’ll be fine. I’m just glad she’s resting, (Y/n) forgets to take care of herself sometimes and then it just all catches up to her. It’s not very healthy but she’s been doing it for as long as I’ve known her.”

Shaun tilted his head, he didn’t know that about you. “Could you tell me more about Doctor (L/n)? You seem to know her best.”

Claire quirked an eyebrow, usually when people started asking personal questions about you, it was almost always because they were trying to get on your good side before poorly attempting to seduce you.

But this was Shaun.

“Well, that’s a pretty heavy question,” She observed, tapping the end of her pen on the papers. “She’s brilliant, like the rest of the doctors I know, but special in her own way.”

“If she’s like the rest of the doctors you know, what makes her special? Doesn’t that suggest that she is on the same level with her coworkers?” Shaun asked, watching on as Claire flipped through her patient charts.

Claire looked over at him and blinked. “That’s not what I meant, it’s just-” She stopped herself, mouth still opened as she clicked her pen, trying to conduct the words. “It’s kind of hard to explain.”

“Can you try?” Shaun pushed, there was a lot about you that he didn’t know, but wanted to. He was never good at getting to know people, and he was often too afraid to bring up conversations with those he wanted to. Talking to someone who knew you felt more secure than trying to ask you in person, at least to him.

She smiled at him. “Yeah, sure,” Claire was silent again, but then her eyes got a certain glimmer to them when she began to think back at her time at med school with you. “(Y/n) and I have known each other for a really long time, but when we first started out, as interns,” She looked up to find him listening intently, leaning closer as he tried to take in the information.

“We really never got to do much, scutwork and looking in on surgeries from the background. But there was this one time when I was chosen to be on one of the attending surgeons teams and she was scrubbing in to observe like usual. Long story short, it went horribly wrong, and I started to panic. Everything was sort of coming at me full force and I was genuinely stuck,”

There was another pause, and a soft smile took up her face. “And then (Y/n) comes up to me, and she started talking me through it in this real soft and gentle voice. Asking me what I remembered and what I could do to solve the problem. There was a man dying right in front of her and she was the calmest I’d ever seen her, she had the same amount of experience I had, but it was like she knew exactly what to say and do to help me. It was amazing, and she’s still like that now.”

Shaun looked down at his hands, too sheepish to meet her gaze. “I don’t really understand.”

Claire smiled, a reddish hue on her face as she folded up her charts and tucked them under her arms. “Like I said, it’s hard to explain. Maybe you’ll get to see it in action and then it’ll make more sense, I’ll meet you in the OR, Dr. Murphy.”

Imagine play fighting with Chris. (Part 2)

A/N: So I recently bought a Yankees’ cap (why? ‘Cause I’ve always liked the New York Yankees even though I don’t really follow baseball) and I feel like this would be how Chris would react if his girl wore anything that didn’t celebrate his Bostonian roots. I’m doing this as a part two to the first play fight one, where they 'argued’ about the Patriots jersey Y/N had on.

“Can you hurry it up?” Chris called from the front door as you finished your smoothie in the kitchen. “I know it’s only nine, but it’s quite a drive and I don’t know what traffic’s going to be like.” You made some noise with your mouth full to tell him you’d heard him. “Tick tock, Y/N!” He called louder, trying not to laugh when he heard you make a frustrated sound with your throat. “We don’t have all day!”

You and Chris were driving to the other side of town to pick up a gift for your best friend’s baby shower which was in a few days. You’d ordered the top of the market baby stroller she’d been talking about for a while now; it was in the exact same baby blue color she’d painted her nursery, as well as engraved with the name her and her husband had chosen for their first born son. It was the perfect gift, the only problem was that instead of having it delivered- you’d accidentally chose the option to pick it up yourself at the branch on the other side of town. You’d tried to correct your mistake, but it was too late- your personalized stroller was waiting for you three and a half hours away. You were lucky your husband loved you and your best friend as much as he did otherwise you would’ve had a huge mess on your hands. He offered to drive, turning the mistake into a fun road trip instead.

“I’m coming!” You called back with a frown as you washed your glass. “We’ve still got plenty of time. Even with traffic, we’re going to make it. The store doesn’t close till eight, so can you just relax?” You grabbed your phone and cap, tugging it over you head as you made your way to the front door.

“Honest to God, you’re such a-” He cut himself off when he saw you. His jaw dropped and he stared at you with absolute horror, “oh my God.” His comment made your eyes narrow in confusion. You were about to ask what he was going on about when he asked, “what the hell is on your head?”

“Um…” Your eyes darted up towards your cap. “A cap?” You’d completely forgotten you’d grabbed the Yankees hat Sebastian gave you for your birthday, the one Chris had made you swore you’d never wear because it was a 'betrayal’ to him and your marriage; he was an extremist, that one. “I don’t under-”

“You’re fucking wearing a Yankees cap,” he cut you off with a chuckle. “Seriously?” He asked as you confirmed his accusation. “Are we seriously going to do this again?” He tried not to smile when he remembered how the last play fight went; you’d worn a Falcons jersey courtesy of Octavia Spencer and you’d both ended up in the pool. “Take it off.” He told you when you’d tugged it back over your head. “We’re not going anywhere with you in that piece of trash.”

“Okay,” you laughed. “You need to calm down, mister. This was a birthday present from Seb and it’s one of my most comfortable caps. So no, I am not going to take it off because you can’t handle seeing merchandise from teams that aren’t yours.” He pressed his lips tightly together, squinting at you evilly. “Let’s go, weren’t you worried we weren’t going to make it in time?”

“Yes, but I can’t take you anywhere in that hat.”

“Chris,” you laughed and pinching his face in one of your hands. He tried not to laugh as you squished his cheeks, “it’s only cute when I’m in the mood. I’m not changing my hat, okay?” He scrunched his nose at you and you chuckled. “What’s wrong with the Yankees anyway?” You quizzed as you dropped your hand. “They’re a good team.”

“How. Dare. You?” He punctuated each word, emphasizing his shock and horror.

“Let’s just go, you dork.” You slipped your hand in his and pulled a laughing him out of the front door. “I don’t even know why you’re so offended.” You told him as he locked the front door; he glanced back at you with a face that said it all, making you laugh. “It’s not like I support the team, I don’t even like sports.”

“She says to her husband who is a sports fanatic,” he said monotonously in a teasing manner; you laughed. “It’s offensive because you’re married to a Bostonian and you should be supporting The Patriots and The Red Socks.” You rolled your eyes at that. “Just so you know, my mom would kill you if she saw that on your head.”

“She has and she didn’t.” You told him as you walked towards the car. His eyes narrowed because he didn’t believe you, and you teased him as you both got into the car, “not everyone is as petty as you, Evans.”

“True, but I know my mom and she’s as petty as me.” That wasn’t true. “C'mon, where do you think I get it from?” He joked as he turned the key in the ignition; the engine purred. “We got into a huge argument after I had to wear a Yankees hat for Nanny Diaries. Huge,” he emphasized, “Y/N.”

“That’s a fake story,” you laughed and he bit back his smile as he pulled the car out of the driveway. “You may be able to trick interviewers, Christopher.” He chuckled as he took your hand in his, bringing it to his lips. “But I’m your wife and I know everything about you.”

“Then you should know not to wear that hat,” he mumbled into your skin and you yanked your hand away, rolling your eyes. “God.” You both burst out laughing when you caught each others’ gazes. “You’re lucky I love you more than I hate that team.”

“You’re ridiculous,” you laughed.

“About as ridiculous as you in that hat.”

“Oh my God,” you laughed harder, causing the corners of your eyes to crinkle which made Chris smile. “Are you honestly that annoyed by this hat?” You asked and he nodded. “Okay,” you chuckled. “If were wearing said hat when we first met, would you have approached me?”

“I’d like to say yes,” he winced and you laughed. “But the answer’s probably not.”

“So you would’ve been willing to miss out on this incredible life all because of a hat?”

“Funny,” he glanced at you with a cheeky grin, “I was just about to ask you the same thing.”

“Once again,” you shook your head, laughing, “you’re ridiculous.”

“I know,” he chuckled and you smiled. His ridiculous and childish behavior was part of his incredible charm; you’d never fallen for him if he wasn’t exactly the way he was. “Now aren’t you glad we met at a fancy Vanity Fair party where tasteless caps weren’t part of the dress code?”

“Goooooood,” you groaned loudly and he joined in. Both of you were trying not to laugh as you feigned annoyance because you both found your partner and everything they did adorable. “I should have never married you, Chris Evans.”

“Yeah,” he agreed, nodding. “But it’s too late now,” he winked as he wiggled his ring finger. His platinum band shimmered under the sunlight and you felt the smile on your lips grow even wider. You’d been together for four and a half years now, yet you still woke up each morning feeling like you were living in your wildest, happiest dreams. He took your hand, squeezing it tightly before entwining his fingers with yours. “You’re stuck with me, kid,” he said with a handsome grin.

“Bummer,” you teased, winking. “But hey, since we’re stuck with each other- Let me make things a little easier on you. You don’t like seeing this hat on me, right?” He made his 'duh’ face and you laughed as you pulled it off and placed it in your lap, straightening your hair with your free hand. “Well I love my husband and I don’t want to upset him, so- I’ll oblige.”

“Thank you,” he smiled.

“But I still need a hat, so-” you pulled his NASA cap from his head and he chuckled as you put it on yours. “But then-” you tried not to smile too wide as the hand in his tightened its grip, and the other prepared to yank Chris’ worst enemy on his head. “So do you.” You saw Chris realize what was happening before it happened; his eyes widened and he shook his head. “Ah, perfect.” You tugged it onto his head and he almost lost control of the car. “My handsome Yankees man. Navy blue suits you, baby,” you teased.

“Are you insane? Don’t do that while I’m driving, I could’ve gotten us killed.” He laughed when you did. “My instant reflex is to slap that piece of shit off my head,” he told you and you laughed harder. “Okay,” he chuckled. “You’ve had your fun, now get it off my head. You go ahead and wear it all you want, but don’t make me wear it. I swear it’s like burning my skin.” That comment made your stomach hurt from laughing too much. “Y/N, I’m serious!” He tried not to laugh but he couldn’t help himself. “Give me-” he tried to pull his hand from your grip but you tightened it. “Give me my hand!”

“No,” you giggled. “I like you in that cap, you look so dignified.”

“You’re going to get it when we get home,” he playfully warned with a smirk.

“You promise?” You bit your lower lip, smirking as flirtatiously as he was.

“You bet your ass I promise.”

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I Bet You Won’t Do It Again

Pairing: Jungkook x reader (Jimin+others*no sexual contact*)

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Summary: Jungkook and you have been seeing each other for years now, you love each other deeply. But Jungkook has been away touring a lot and you were lonely. He comes back and doesn’t like what he sees, which makes him jealous {involving Jimin}.

Warning: Very Dirty Smut, Spanking, Bruising, Dom-kook, Overstimulation, Choking, Daddy Kink, Rimming, Dirty language,[A lot of filthiness is in here omfg ヘ( ̄ω ̄ヘ)] Name calling {Slut,Whore etc} and finally Begging, 

A/N: This took me a while, to get into my real dirty side, Since I took a while away from writing smut, Also I’m not sure if you want sex included in it, but since this usually leads to sex in my head,I hope I didn’t overdo it lol, Jungkook does things to me. Yeah I hope you enjoy this mess..well it’s not messy but yeah..it’s a mess huhuhu

Jungkook smut “I’m going to spank you until you are crying, begging me to stop” Where he spanks you because he is jealous - anon


It has been 3 months, since you last saw Jungkook. You were feeling lonely, and neglected. You knew he loved you, and you loved him, but you couldn’t help that you were horny. You would often help yourself because he wasn’t there to satisfy you.You’d watch him live on a show and get worked up on how good he looked every time he appeared.

You’d moan his name,slowly fingering yourself, every time you heard him speak so innocently. Squirming with the pillow between your chest.

“Jungkook I love-” gasping already reaching your high,tensing up just by hearing him sing. Your middle finger, covered in your cum, you ride out your high, with your finger still deep inside of you. Once you pull out you stare at it, not ashamed but worried.

“How long will I be doing this…” You sigh, getting up and walking into the bathroom to wash your hands. Once you left the bathroom, the phone began to ring, as you picked it up a accustomed adorable voice answered.

“Hey! y/n, How have you been?” He says concerned but with a cute growl. His eyes wide, imagining your smile right now.

“Oh how, i missed your voice Jimin” You hear his cute chuckle over the phone before replying

“Y/N, we are back from touring,ah.. jungkookie misses you a lot, he’s been talking about how much he wanted to see you- Jungkook cuts him off, covering his mouth and aggressively shoving him, catching the other members attention.”YA! Jungkookie haha will you come meet us at the coffee shop in 30?” He giggled as kookie tried to grab the phone.

You grinned, “yay!, I’ll be there soon” After hanging up, you hop in the shower and grab a towel after you get out in 20 minutes, and put on a cute black bra and panty set. Jungkook being the one that bought it for you before he left. You put a pink floral crop top, and black shorts, that barely covered your thighs on. You put on black knee high socks and some cute high heels, You put your hair up into a cute bun (whether your hair being naturally curly or straight)

You grabbed your black over sized sweater and left out, When you were walking and crossing the street, You saw Yoongi a friend and someone who worked with kookie, walk outside the coffee shop, to sit outside. Your eyes followed to witness the rest of them sitting outside, eating donuts and drinking coffee.

Jimin was the first to see you and call your name, Jungkook who was munching on a donut, stopped chewing, looking up at you, his cheeks puffed up, looking like a cute bunny. You giggled at the reaction from the lover. He was staring intensively, almost choking on his donut when Namjoon accidentally hit him on the back with his elbow.

“y/n! come over here! we are over here” Jimin says, finishing his coffee already.

You walk over and Jimin quickly arose from his seat to snatch you up in his arms.

“Wooah, y/n you’ve gotten prettier!” Jimin complimented, looking you up and down. Jungkook kept staring like he never saw you before. You grinned, glancing at him as if you had a high school crush on each other.

Jimin noticed the glares, and waved his hands in front of the young maknae. Jimin smirked at Jungkook.

“y/n..you look beautiful” he spoke suddenly, you blushed at this as he was still staring. Jungkook stood up, and nervously scratches his head. He looked lost, forgetting what he was going to do, with powder from the donut on the side of his lips. You wiped it off, missing how you used to do it, when he was here frequently.

Jimin took your hand and held it, intertwining with yours. Jungkook eyed Jimin down.

“y/n, you are glowing!” He smiled at you, “Oh, I haven’t bought your coffee yet,my treat.” He says, 

“Jimin, you are the sweetest! thank you” You walk away with Jimin, glancing back at jungkook as he just stood there.

“Jungkookie-ah..Sit down” Yoongi said softly, looking at jungkook like he was obsessive and crazy. After coming back, jungkook being in daze, thinking about you. He turned his attention to you and jimin laughing about old times.

As he kept complimenting you on your looks ever since they came back. You giving sweet smile and blushes, that should’ve been toward jungkook, but he couldn’t find himself speaking at least one word to you. And he just sat there as if he were jealous of the hyung.

You stroked Jimin’s hair, angry at how Jungkook just ignored you, and spoke lightly to Taehyung.

“You look really cute with this hair color” You tilt your head, adoring Jimin’s eye smiles. Jungkook had the last straw, he clenched his fists looking over at you when you ruffled Jimin’s hair. Jimin’s hand, grazing over yours now.

“We should get going now”Jungkook said cutting off Jimin. 

“Hah..This guy..We just got here” Jin chuckled, with food in his cheeks.

“I have a surprise for y/n” He said, glaring at you darkly. He removed himself from the table. Grabbing your hand from Jimins, Practically dragging you to the house, you couldn’t even get a word out.

The rest just stared at you and Jimin shrugged it off, They went on to talking.

“Babe! What is wrong with you? You just embarrassed me in front of-” You yelled at him for yanking you upstairs, He ignored you until you got to the door.

“I don’t fucking care y/n.. open the door” He ordered furiously, breathing like a bull.You observed his expression, His hands clenching, his face flushed red. He was angry with you but you didn’t know why. You knew exactly what was going to happen once you both entered that house. You took your keys out, opening it slowly. He grabbed your wrist pulling you inside, and slamming you into the door, forcing it to close loudly.

“Jungkook!” You gasped, your hand still on the knob, your chest heaved, trying to catch your breathe. 

“Are you trying to piss me off y/n?” He says sternly, locking you into his direction, with his hands pinned on to both sides of the wall. Your grasp on the inside knob of the door, weakened and your hand slowly came up to his chest. Trying to create this small distance between you too.

“No! what is your problem? You’ve only said a few words to me, and ignored me the whole time-

“What gives you the right, to flirt with Jimin?, in front of me?, You think Daddy wouldn’t notice?” He grunts, moving in closer to your ear. “Over my knee ..now y/n” He roughly removes his jacket, letting it drop to the floor.

You were getting really turned on by this, loving this side of him, missing his touch and his dominance over you. You gained lust for him, biting your lip as you watched him sit across the couch with his legs spread out.

He licks his lips, looking up at you now, waiting for you to approach him and once you did, he took you into his strong grasp, displaying you across his knees. He pulled off your shorts and ripped off your panties, seeing those black panties, made him strain you.

“Fuck y/n, do you know what you do to me?” He growls, smacking your ass, and squeezing your right cheek all at once. The sound bounced off the walls, making you moan at the feeling.

You were getting wet by his jealous behavior, and the feel of his rough hands on your ass. Your legs bolted up, when he landed another slap on your left cheek a bit harder, squeezing and rubbing the purple colored skin.

“Daddy shit!” you hissed, pushing yourself up,shivering helplessly.. whimpering at this point, your wetness pouring down your thigh. The pleasure being that intense.

“Now i’m going to ask you this simple question Y/n” He lifts your ass in the air, admiring the view of it in his face practically, “And if you give me the wrong answer, I’m going to spank you until you are crying” He pauses, landing another hard smack and squeeze to your ass, you gasped biting your lap.

Moaning in awe, and gripping the couch for dear life.

“Begging me to stop” He continued, teasingly, sticking a finger into your wet hole. You squealed, trying to move away from his middle finger.

“Jungk-” You growled at him, instinctively grabbing his wrist.”You’re gonna make me cum already” You moaned 

“You’re soaked babygirl.” He said, before gripping your hand and putting straining you down. “I hope you haven’t been fucking your self while I was away” He warned, slowly moving his finger in and out of your convulsing hole.

You blushed, knowing that you have. You burried your face into the cushion.

“Have you?” He spanks you harder twice more, biting down on to his lap, making it bleed. He loved watching you suffer.

“Daddy please!” You cried out.

“Beg me”He grunted,”Beg me to fucking stop y/n”

“Jungkookie! i’m going to cum pleaseeee”A cryful moan escaping your lips.

“Please what babygirl?” He chuckled darkly at your struggle.

You grind yourself onto his thighs, biting on the couch, at how painful his hands were treating you but turning you on at the same time. You clenched around his finger hard, knowing that you were so close already, and as he sped up you were leaking on to his finger and thigh.

“Answer the fucking question y/n!” He gripped you ass again, landing 3 more smacks, making you cum unexpectedly on to his pants. You moaned his name loudly. He smirked and shaking his head. “You dirty little whore”

“Yes” You say purposely, giggling seductively, rising your ass in air a bit higher than it was.

He pulls your head back, roughly kissing you, rudely sticking his tongue into your mouth without permission, you didn’t mind, battling with his tongue, and cupping his jaw. 

He stood up, unbuckling his pants, clenching his jaw and smirking at you hungrily. He nods his head over to the kitchen counter. You licking your lips and walking over to the counter. He threw his belt over to the side following you.

He grabs your waist, making out with you now, performing opened mouth kisses on you, and grinding into your exposed wet pussy, his hand came up under your thighs, lifting you up onto the counter. He latched his lips onto your neck, sucking deeply at the flesh making a moan escape your bruised lips.

Your clit throbbing, anticipating for his cock to rub up against it. He turns you around, your back facing his, he began to kiss the back of your neck. You grabbed on to his hair, ruffling it into the palm of your hand.

You both began to strip off your shirts, he kissed your right shoulder, squeezing your left shoulder, anxious he was and so were you. The only sounds you could hear were faint moans and heavy breathing between you two. Unclasping your bra with just one hand, he threw it, biting at the tip of your ear now.

“You touched yourself to me y/n” He growled into your ear, you nodded, making him bend you over, and pull his pants down in just seconds. His pants hanging onto his thighs, He touched his aching cock and moaned throwing his head back.

“You’ve been such a dirty slut, since i’ve been gone y/n” He strokes his cock repeatively, hard squeezing the pre cum out. Running his thumb over the tip and cursing when he felt your ass brush against the wet tip.

He stroked once more, before ramming his cock inside of you, he let you adjust before moving inside you,letting himself go deep, and pulling himself off before ramming back inside of you.You cried out in complete bliss, He grabbed a hand full of you hair. Rimming you into the counter, and telling you dirty things.

“Who owns this pussy y/n, tell me” He grunts, hitting your spot so easily,His thick cock thrusted up into you, rubbing against your clit so nicely, making you lose control and crying out his name. His starts to rub your clit rapidly,Pinching the bud as the wet sounds filled both of your ears, making your mouth drop at the sudden action. It felt so fucking good too.

“You-u daddy!” You moaned, pushing yourself into him, grinding your clit on to his middle finger, as pre cum slipped continuously out of you. You growled, when he slapped your ass again, sending shockwaves up your spine, coursing through your groin, making you even more horny.

“No one will ever fuck you like this, you got it!” He shouted, his rough hand, clutched on your neck, rimming deep into you now, you shouted at this, choking and biting your bottom lip so hard. He had marks all over your back, Both of you sweating in the heat of rough sex.

“Fuck me with your fat cock baby” You cried out, clenching around him now, 

He grabbed your right breasts, slapping at it and holding your chest close to him, whispering in your ear about how much he loves how your pussy clenches around him. He gasped, his mouth dropping, his cock twitching inside of you. With his hot cum spilling out of you, down your leg.

He came violently, without warning you and so did you. His body twitched as he spilled inside of you as he pulled out slowly. You wrapped your arm around his neck, kissing him again.

“Since when do you get jealous?” You teased him, sweeping your hair back from your face.

“y/n …don’t start” He chuckles, as he cleans both of you off.

You lick your lips playfully as he looks up at you exposing his adam’s apple while zipping up his pants. “What if I told you I used toys” You say as you played with his chin.

“Oh?..without me?…” He smirks, looking down at your hardened nipples. “I bet you wont do it again

Please? Part 53

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Trucks were loaded up and left this morning. Dwight wanted Daryl to ride along, so Negan accepted, thinking a little trip to Alexandra would be a good eye opener for him. Of course, you had no say in this, but you probably would have agreed after hearing about the little chat between Negan and Daryl.

Back at Alexandria, things feel off. It feels strange to come back here after the recent events. It’s hardly been a week, as Rick says when he approaches Negan at the gates, but it feels like it’s been an eternity. Everyone looks at you differently as you stand beside Negan, wearing a woman’s biker jacket and holding an axe at your side, as per Negan’s request.

“Come on, y/n. Show me around your old town.” Negan smirks at Rick, thrusting Lucille into the man’s hands. He walks by, followed by you as you, too, tell Rick to hold your weapon.

The look Rick gives you, it’s a mix of fear and betrayal. It stings a little, such as the words Daryl uttered to you a few nights prier. They all feel as if you’ve stabbed them in the back, and they’re right, but for the right reasons.

Dwight and Daryl follow close behind, though Daryl does everything he can to avoid looking at you or Rick. He keeps his head down for the most part, his black eye growing worse and blood caked under his nose. It takes everything inside you to stay by Negan’s side, not rushing to Daryl to clean him up and ask him if he’s okay when he’s clearly not.

“Look. At. This.” Negan laughs and throws his arm around your shoulders. “You never told me how beautiful it is here! Rick, there better be some awesome stuff stashed around here.” He laughs.

Everyone took off, taking things that didn’t belong to them. You watch as Ellen and Joe take apart most of your old house, figuring no one lived there. They had no idea it once belonged to you and Daryl, that it was once your home.

You walk inside, looking around one last time. They already took the chair you loved, most of the canned goods, and now the bed. It no longer feels safe, no longer gives you that feeling you once had.

Upstairs, you stand in the doorway to the bathroom. You remember taking showers with him, how it was Daryl’s safe place once. He was never afraid to break down when the water could hide him, when you could hold him until he calmed down. Back before your life changed forever—again.

You wonder if you and Daryl can ever come back from this, if you can ever become a thing again. If you kill Negan for him, you try to think of a time in the future, when you can hold Daryl in your arms once again and kiss him until you feel like your lips could fall off.

“Aye.” Ellen makes you jump. Her voice is always so harsh, like she’s scolding a little kid.

You spin around and look at her, wanting nothing more than to kick her face in right about now. You hated the looks she always gave you. “What?” You snap.

Ellen must be jealous of your status, jealous that you moved up so quickly in less than a week. She’s been here for months and Negan hardly looks at her. “Should get back to your husband before he shoots all of us to find you.”

“Thanks, Ellen, I can take care of myself, thank you very much. Perhaps I’ll tell my husband that you stole a pair of my shoes the other night, hm?” You smile sweetly, catching the mouse in the act.

“That was—I didn’t know—“ Ellen huffs and spins on her heel, walking out of the room and slamming the door behind her.

As you walk down the street, avoiding the gazes of all the people that think you betrayed them, you hear a gunshot. Your heart stops in your chest, the thought that it could be Daryl enters your mind, until you see him running across the street, behind Rick and Negan.

You take off, hurrying up the steps to the house just behind them.

Daryl is on the steps, looking down at his shoeless feet. For a moment, you want to stop and say something, but Negan’s men are peering out and around Alexandria, looking for the cause of the gunshot. You continue inside.

Carl is holding a gun, pointing it at Carlos. Negan is smirking, standing between the gun and the man you know he doesn’t care much about. Negan clearly has his favorites, but he hates to lose any of his men. He wants an army, a huge army.

“You can’t threaten us.” Negan leans to his right, his eyes shifting toward you as you enter into the kitchen. “My hot wife is here. Don’t make me send her on your ass, son. She’s a tough one.”

Carl spins his head enough to see you, the color leaving his face. He didn’t know you were here, let alone with Negan. He couldn’t understand what was going on any more than Daryl does, or Rick, or Rosita, or Spencer.

“I say what half we take.” Negan goes on to say. “And goddamn, we may need to take just a little more after that stunt.”

“Negan.” You say sternly. You walk over at his side and link your arm through his. “He’s just a kid. He doesn’t understand.”

It takes him a moment, but Negan nods and backs down some. “You’re right. Fuck, isn’t she the greatest?” Negan grins over at Rick. “But we do have a slight problem. You still have my guns, and I’m gonna need those back.”

Carl lets his hand drop, no longer aiming his weapon at anybody. You sigh with relief, knowing that Carl would have certainly shot Negan right then and there, not thinking about all the other Negan’s running around this town.

You let Negan go retrieve his guns and he lets you go explore around the town. He encouraged you to take anything you wanted, but you couldn’t take any of their stuff. This was once your home, despite what it feels like now.

You spot Daryl, standing under a shady tree. He’s alone, just standing there. You aren’t sure if he’s meant to be, or if Negan will have something to say about him wandering off by himself, so you walk over and tuck your thumbs through your belt loops.

“Can we talk?”

He doesn’t respond.

“Listen,” you say in a low voice. “If I didn’t marry him, he would have killed you and married me anyway. I don’t like this any more than you do, but I have saved your life. If I didn’t show up the other day, you would have been a puddle on the ground by now. Or worse.”

Daryl lifts his gaze and peers at you through the dirty strands of hair. His jaw locks and you can see his throat working to say something, though he doesn’t get it out. He shakes his head and turns away, not able to look at you a moment longer.

“It hurts.” You admit, dropping your chin against your chest. “It fucking hurts to see you like this, to be so close to you and not able to kiss you. Don’t lose your faith just yet, please. Hold on—for me.”

Again, the man doesn’t say a word. At this point, you know to shut your mouth and continue on with life. Daryl is a stubborn one, he’ll do things his own way. Once his mind is set, it’s pretty much set for life. You learned that years ago, though you keep hoping he’ll change.

You run your fingers through your neatly combed hair and nod toward one of the buildings that a couple of Saviors just ran inside of. “Go help them load up.”

Daryl picks his feet up, not in any big rush to take over his used-to-be home. You can only imagine what it feels like for him stepping back into this place. He’s a prisoner, everyone gets to see that. Daryl may not be Negan, but he is owned by Negan now.

You watch as he takes the steps two at a time, disappearing inside just as Negan and Rick walk around the corner, Negan looking over one of the guns he must have taken from Alexandria’s stash. He looks a little angry as he spins the barrel and aims it at Rick’s head, moving it to Daryl’s when he appears with a box in his hands.

“Didn’t even flinch! That’s what I like.” Negan chuckles as he shoots through one of the windows of the building, not caring that somebody might be right in front of that shot. “Ah, there’s my girl.” He drops the gun and leans back when he spots you, a large grin spreading across his cheeks.

“Just making sure everyone is doing their job.” You walk over, hands in your back pockets. You stand at his side.

“See, if only everyone else could fuckin’ be as cool as my wife, Y/N. Goddamn if I didn’t get so lucky.” He throws his arm around you, kisses your cheek, and stands with a lean, pressing some of his body weight on you.

“Wait!” Olivia appears on the steps, being lead out by one of the female Saviors that you couldn’t stand.

“Ho!” Negan holds his hand up and watches as the female Savior lets go of Olivia.

Olivia sees you and it’s like she switches off. She looks down, not looking you in the eye once she realized you are with Negan. She has a little tear sliding down her face and her mouth is in a thin line, trembling a little as the female Savior tells Negan what’s wrong with the gun inventory.

“I’m going to sort this shit out. Wife, make sure we’re not taking more than we should.” He slaps your ass, walking off with Olivia to a quiet place.

You turn around and catch a glimpse of Daryl in the doorway. His fists are clenched around a table and you swear you can see fresh blood dripping down his nose.

No one told you goodbye before you left Alexandria. Goodbye didn’t seem fitting, anyway.  It’s  something you tell a friend after a lovely meeting, a date after a fantastic night, your parents after a family outing. Alexandria isn’t your friend, isn’t your family, at least not in their eyes. You lost them the longer the day went on.

All you received before you left were stares of astonishment as Negan kissed you in front of everyone, including Daryl. When Rick asked if Daryl could stay, he didn’t mention your name, he hardly looked at you.

Being the wife of someone so powerful has it’s curse, and this must be it. To see the disgust on their faces, it broke your heart. You wanted to explain to them, to tell them this wasn’t you choosing sides, this is you living, keeping them alive, keeping Daryl alive.

The ride back to the Sanctuary is quiet. You sit beside Negan in one of the trucks, tapping your heel against the floor and listening to the CD he decided on. Negan’s music taste is never really clear to you. The songs he played, you don’t know, except for the occasional classic rock he had on his record player.

“My dear, what an awesome load we got.” Negan kisses Lucille when the truck stops, hopping out of his seat and helping you out of yours. “Time to chillax for a couple of days, whatcha think?”

“We have work to do, don’t we? Other places to visit.” You cock your head to the side. “Is there any time to…’chillax’?”

He pauses and leans back, taking in your stature. “You just keep on impressing me, y/n. Hot damn, I need more wives like you. Of course we have other places to visit! But I think we can trust a few men to go without us.”

“I hope you’re right. Still, there’s a few things I think we need to discuss. Work is never really done in this new world, is it?” You fold your hands in front of you and walk off, disappearing inside to take a long, warm shower after that visit. You need some time to think.  

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Every night was the same battle with your four year old daughter. She didn’t want to go to bed because she was scared of the monster under her bed. She would come up with some pretty good excuses for a four year old. Being a single mother was hard sometimes, but things have been a little easier the last few months. You started seeing Jax. You weren’t sure how far this would go or if he was around for the long run. You just wanted to enjoy the company.

You were suppose to meet with Jax later that evening. You both actually had a free night at the same time. Then your babysitter called and cancelled. I mean could you really get mad that she has the flu and sounded awful. Picking up your phone after you placed Jenny’s dinner in front of her. Kissing the top of her head you told her you would be right back.

It rang about four times before he answered.
“Hey.”
“Hey. I have bad news.” You said walking around the house
“What’s wrong babe.” He asked
Damn you really wanted to see him tonight.
“The babysitter is sick so I can’t meet you tonight.”
“I can come over there.” He said sitting on his bike.
He was fixing to leave to come meet you.
“Jax my daughter is home.”
“Y/N don’t you think it’s time we meet?”
Your heart started beating fast
“I want you two to meet, but if this doesn’t work out and she gets attached to you. Instead of one broken heart there will be two.”
“Three.”
“Three.”
“My heart would also be broken, because I’m not going anywhere. I’ll be there soon.” He said hanging up.

Looking into the kitchen at your daughter you really hoped you were make the right decision.
“Jenny?”
“Mama.” Jenny said laughing at herself.
“Mama’s friend Jax is coming over for a little bit. Is that okay?”
“Does he like movies?” Jenny for the last month had been on a movie kick. Every night you two had to watch some movie.
“Yes.”
“Then it’s fine. Can I have some more milk.”
“Of course.”
You had just given Jenny a bath and cleaned up the kitchen when you heard a knock at the door.
“Can I answer it?”
“Let’s answer it together.” Getting to the door and opening it. You were meet with a smiling Jax.
“You must be Jenny?”
Looking at you then becoming a little shy.
“Jax this is Jenny. Jenny this is Jax. Come in please.” You said moving out of the way.

Jax’s pov

Seeing Y/N with her daughter and how happy she was. Made him realize how much he was fallen for you. Jenny looked just like you. Besides for the hair color and a different nose she could have been Y/N mini me.
“Nice to meet you Jenny.”
“Do you like movies?” She said still hiding between her moms leg.
Kneeling down on his knee he became eye level with her.
“When I have time I enjoy them.”
“Mommy and I watch one every night.”
“Want to watch one with me?”
Smiling Jenny looked up at you.
“Go pick one out babe.” You said smiling at her.
You both watched as she ran into the living room.

“I think she likes you.” You said to him
“I like her, but I really like her mom.” He said walking closer to her.
Backing up till her back hit the wall. Jax was close enough to fell his breath as he talked.
“You’re looking very beautiful.”
“Did to much motorcycle fume get to you?”
You had put on a pair of yoga pants and a over sized sweater.
“Trust me Y/N. I could take you right here against this wall.” He said into your ear as he made his way to your neck.
Closing your eyes you let out a small moan as you cursed the babysitter

“Mommy!!” Jenny yelled bringing you back to earth
“Sorry.”
“We have time. I’m not going anywhere.” He said fixing the problem in his pants.
“What’s the problem chick.” You said walking into the living with Jax
“I can’t find the movie.”
“Which one?”
“The frog one.”
“It’s in my bedroom Jenny.”
Without another word Jenny took off and was back in no time with the movie.
“What are we watching?” Jax said as he took his place next to you.
“Princess and the Frog. It’s her favorite movie of the week.”

Watching this movie with Jenny and Jax was the funniest because she felt like she needed to explain every part to him and Jax played the part perfectly listening to her.
“Bedtime sweetie.”
“Can I stay up longer?”
“You’ve all ready been up a hour longer then normal.”
“Mama.” She said starting to get upset
“How come you don’t want to go to bed?” Jax asked
Looking at you then back to him.
“A monster lives under my bed.” She whisperer
Sitting up Jax looks toward her bedroom
“You sure?”
“Yes.”
“Does this monster have a name?”
“Pepper”
“Pepper?”
Shaking her head yes
“Let me have a talk with the pepper the monster. You and mommy wait here.”
Jenny crawled up in your lap as Jax went into the bedroom.

He was gone about 15 minutes and kneeled in front of Jenny.
“Well, you’re right there is a monster under your bed.”
You opened your mouth to say something when Jax put his hand on your knee.
“But he told me why he’s here and can’t leave.”
“What did he say?” Jenny said moving closer to Jax
“He told me he is here to keep you and mommy safe. That if you told him what scared you he would make sure you had sweet dreams and not to be scared of him.”
“So, he won’t hurt me?”
“Nope. He also said he enjoys watching movies to.”
Getting up and hugging Jax. She grabbed the movie and your hand.
“I’m ready for bed mommy.”

Y/N pov

That night was so easy to get Jenny to bed. After she told Pepper good night and thank you. You turned the movie and night light on and walked out to spend some time with Jax.

Walking into the living room. Jax looked over his shoulder and smiled at you. Having a seat on his lap. The first thing you did was kiss him.
“Thank you.” You said between kisses
“For what.”
“Making her feel safe.”
“I’m gonna keep both of you safe Y/N.” He said
“Can I keep you.” You said moaning between the kiss
“As long as you want me.”

Fools Part 3

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Jungkook x reader.

Warning: Abuse (from father, even if you have the nicest father in the world just pretend you have a terrible one. And for those who are going through actual abuse. I am dearly sorry fro using it in this story. I hope you find a way out of your hell.) Strong language, Sad, love, possibly some smut (in the future)

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(btw I would recommend listening to Namjoon and Jungkook’s version of Fools before reading. On my watt pad page ill post the media and I’ll try and do the same for my Tumblr blog? Yeah, anyway this will be a multi part. Love you guys!)

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A few days ago, I hit 500 followers, and I had you guys vote on what you’d like to see me make! It was a close tie between this manip tutorial and a FC directory, and while that’s still in the works for the future, this is something I’ve been wanting to post for a while. I’m excited to show you guys the deep dark secrets of gif manip making.

These are the gifs I’m starting with:

And here’s what I’m ending with:

note: for the sake of this tutorial, I am using two gifs that I made myself, but I often just find ones to use from gif hunts.

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A Little Too Late Part 17

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Title: A Little Too Late Part 17

Characters: Gabriel x Reader, Castiel, Balthazar, Dean, Sam

Word Count: 1,133

Warnings: fluff and a bit of angst.

A/N: It’s SWEET TREAT SATURDAY! So here is another part to ALTL!! I hope you all enjoy this next part! It’s not as heavy as it has been, so a little break is good right??? You can still request headcanons for my 500 follower celebration until 12/05/2016 EST! I think instead of putting out another Gabriel fic, I’ll put out a couple of the requested Gabriel headcanons!

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You read the article from Sam’s computer once you finished eating.  The article explained how people would disappear in a nightclub.  The janitor of the nightclub would find a body the next morning with the brain missing.  You raised an eyebrow at the screen.  “So we’re dealing with a wraith?  Those are fun,” you remarked with heavy sarcasm.  Nevertheless this case distracted you from yourself, so you were excited.

“Looks like it,” Sam sighed, eyeing the book on the other table.  There will still ten books to read.  Sam would rather be reading them than go on this hunt.  “How about I just stay behind this time,” Sam proposed.

You raised an eyebrow at Sam, “why?”

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BAD TEMPER + masterlist + part II


Request: One shot of kylo falling in love with someone that has an even worse temper than him

A/N: So this ended up being much more longer than I expected? Oops! Anyways, enjoy my lovely kylovers :)

Word Count: 4.8K+

Warning: Profanity


It must’ve been unheard of to have someone on the Resistance to have a strong temper–it wasn’t like you destroyed the place when things didn’t go your way–but you were pretty verbal, and when it came to war and being on the battlefield, it was as if the enemy saw the devil in you as they cowered in fear. It was, without a doubt, a fact that you were one of the Resistance’s best soldiers to date. Though, you weren’t Force Sensitive nor were you a ‘helluva pilot’, you were exactly what the Resistance needed when it needed a role model. Your presence was intimidating, you held your ground awfully well, and your integrity was high. It was no wonder the general decided to recruit a person like you.

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He’s just right (Part 1)

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Rating: PG-13

Warnings : slight mention of violence/torture, being tied up, angst

Summary: Imagine Dean feeling like he's not as fit or young as he once was. Those thoughts have been circling his head and transferring to you (the reader) making him think that he’s not good enough for you.

Notes: Fluffy and smut to come promise. Also gif not mine.

Hearing the smack of tape wrapped fists hitting leather, grunts echoing down the short hall, as you round the corner leaning against the door frame watching. A little voyeurism never hurt anyone especially when the subject you’re watching is one Dean Winchester. Strong hands hitting soft leather, however with each strike you could tell somethings on his mind. Distracted more than usual, working out harder than he normally would.

It’d started about two weeks ago. You’d find Dean spending extra hours in the bunkers gym hitting the bag, lifting weights and even running. Something that surely wasn’t the eldest Winchester’s favorite thing to do. You knew he stayed in shape even with all the burgers, beer and pie, but this, this was different almost like he’s a man on a mission. Still somethings off you can feel it and couldn’t let it drop. Not if there’s something you could do to help him.

Slowly taking steps inside, you leaned against the treadmill, Sam used when the weather was too bad to go out. Studying Dean closer the tight, sweat soaked t-shirt clinging to a chest you’d like nothing more than to get to know more intimately. Sweat pants hanging from a lean muscular waist and hips that swiveled with each turn and punch. Thick bow legs that carried his movements which fascinated and turned you on more than you’d be willing to admit in a court of law. However, what got you the most is the sadness that seems to envelop him. His handsome features draw down, focused on every hit of the bag as his biceps flexed and rolled.  

Swallowing hard and pushing away from the treadmill you quietly walked closer to the punching bag. “Dean?” you softly asked after the last punch hit the leather, sending the bag backwards.

Pausing, arms halting the progress of the bag before Dean settled his tormented emerald gaze on you, then in a blink everything’s blank and he’s giving you his patented smirk. “What’s up sweetheart?”

Puzzled, you stare at him for a moment wondering if the vulnerability you’d seen had really been there or just a figment of your imagination.  

“Mission control this is Apollo, hey Houston you got your ears on?” he joked snapping his fingers in front of your face.

Jerking back, “We’re on earth, in Houston hmm go finger,” you snark back playfully. Watching his eyes crinkle at the sides as a smile graces those full lips. Lips you’ve dreamt about kissing before. “Just wondering if you’re alright? I’ve noticed you working out more, training for a spot on the WWE?”

“Whatch ya talkin’ about Y/N I plan on being the next Undertaker,” grinning again that for some reason didn’t meet his eyes.

A fact that you noticed after being around him and Sam for almost five years. Or maybe it had something to do also with the fact that you’ve been slowly falling in love with the man in question and noticed things a little more than you should. Either way you forged ahead with a smile hoping he’d open up to you.

Laughing you smack his shoulder feeling the hard muscle underneath sweat slicked tanned skin and soaked t-shirt. “And here I was thinking the Rock?” Cocking your head to the side to stare at him, sobering. “Seriously thought is everything alright Dean?”

Shaking his head, brushing the concern aside with another heart melting smile and a wave of his hand, “I’m fine Y/N no reason to worry.”

“I still worry that’s what friends are for right?” giving him the brightest smile you watch him turn from you attitude becoming a touch frosty. “Beside you can tell me anything.”

Taking another swing at the bag, Dean kept quiet hoping you’d take the hint that the discussions closed. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to open up to you he couldn’t. Not when you’re some of the reason for his currant mood. If he’d only listened to Sam all those weeks ago maybe his currant train of thought and self-decrepitating thoughts wouldn’t be running through his mind along with all the other shit piled on top. He knew deep down it shouldn’t matter what comments some random chick from a dive bar said. However, those words nagged at him when it came to you. He’d seen how you looked at other guys, younger, fit guys. And yet when you’d look back at him nothing, not even an appreciative once-over. Not like he even expect that in the first place. You’d been hunting to long together, living side by side and Dean figured you saw him more as a brother than anything else.

Noticing you hadn’t moved, Dean stopped and turned to look at you, “Something else bothering ya Kojak?”

At a loss you take a step back, “No I guess not,” you turn to leave tossing over your shoulder, “When you pull your head outta your ass let me know Winchester.”

Growling deep, Dean punches the bag so hard it swung in a large arch up. Only barely side stepping the heavy bag as it came back or it would’ve knocked him down. Cradling his left hand and cursing under his breath, Dean stocked off towards the kitchen for ice all the while frustrated at his current situation.

 

Two weeks later.

 

Another dive bar in some small town you can’t remember the name, same hard chairs you sat in, drinking stale beer, watching. Sam on the other side of you studying the open laptop trying to search for a few clues as to where the pack you were hunting could be bedded down. Your e/c eyes kept going back towards Dean who at the moment kept company with a busty blonde with legs a dancer would kill for and a short attention span. Her high pitched bubbly laughter floating towards you from a side table against the wall setting your teeth on edge.

Calmly you sipped your warm beer brushing aside the fact that Dean had been ignoring you for the last few weeks. Your worry over his attitude change trying to take a back seat because of the hunt. Yet couldn’t with how he treated everyone else, Sam included, and even some unknown, unnamed bimbo, better than you. Sighing you turned your eyes back to the cooled burger hearing Sam type away.

“Don’t worry about Dean, Y/N. He’ll be fine,” Sam voiced hazel eyes flicking over to you searching.

Puzzled by the look in his eyes you scowled, “I wish the two of you would stop saying that for crying out loud. I worry is there some cosmic reason I can’t do that?”

Chuckling, Sam shook his head, “No there’s not. It’s just,” he paused eyes flicking over to Dean watching him interact with the blonde. Who’s tongue was currently half way down Dean’s throat. “Never mind.”

Groaning you want to slap Sam upside his gorgeous brown head but settle for tossing a balled up napkin at him. “You suck Winchester both of you,” before raising up plate and long neck in both hands to find you a place at the bar away from both brothers.

Out of the corner of his eye, Dean watched you change seats a frown marring his features as he pulled Blondie from his lap to stand.

“Come on babe let’s get out of here,” she cooed nibbling at his ear lobe.

Looking back down into her watery blue eyes he answered, “Give me a second doll,” before taking off without waiting for an answer.

He’d heard your parting words to Sam, making him approach a little cautiously. “Y/N?” he paused right next to you studying your side profile.

The bar lights hitting you just right to illuminate your features, making your h/c stand out. His fingers itched to run through the soft strands. Watching you turn a fraction he saw the scathing look you gave him.

“Oh now you remember me that’s nice. I’m currently closed,” you snark turning back to face the bartender who gave you a wink which you returned with a soft smile. Not understanding why he’d be flirting with a pudgy woman like you. When the man you’d want to look at you that way didn’t nor wanted to.

“Well excuse me you PMS avenger just checking on you,” Dean barked starting to step away. He should’ve known you wouldn’t want him around right then not with the young buck giving you the hot once over. Bile rose in the back of his throat at the very through that scumbag could have any chance.

Shock had you turning quickly, “Fuck you Dean go back to your blonde bimbo and leave me alone. Since that’s what your good at in the first place,” you spat slipping get off the bar stool, tossing some cash down and storming out. 

You didn’t stop till your hand hit the bars shabby wooden door and even then that’s only to slam it open and out into the warm night air. You don’t hear someone follow till an arm grabs your wrist pulling you into a hard chest.

“What’s your problem woman?” Dean growled shoving his face close to yours so that his eyes bore into your e/c.

Resisting the urge to slap him, you try to take a step back seeing Sam behind Dean. “My problem really that’s rich,” you tossed back yanking your hand free of his grasp. “What’s the matter blondie didn’t want to suck face anymore?” you goaded eyes taunting Dean.

“Y/N come on let’s go back to the hotel,” Sam offered coming between the two of you. He didn’t like this new change in your relationship. He’d known for a bit about his brothers feelings or at least guessed at them. Though right now Sam wasn’t sure of too much just that he had to break the two of you up.

Dean stared at Sam’s back anger making him see red, “Listen to Sammy Y/N be a good little girl and go home.”

Catching you before you could launch yourself at Dean, “Little? You need your eyes checked old man,” you growled pushing at the wall of Sam’s chest.

Color drained from Dean’s face at your words as he turned on his heel and stocked back into the bar.

Sam had turned at the right time to see the hurt look cross Dean’s face before its shoved away and he’s gone back towards the bar and emptiness.

“Smooth move ex-lax I think you’ve hurt his feelings,” Sam chided turning back to face you. Troubled eyes scanning you face seeing the distress tingled with anger.

“Yeah well the asshat deserved it,” you return stomping off back towards the hotel room and some hopeful peace.

Not having meant a word but your to hurt right then to say anything different to either brother. You’d stupidly through Dean at least saw you as a best friend one he could come to. Yet now you didn’t know what to think as the silence between the two of you the last four weeks spoke volumes to you at least. Tomorrow you’d apologize to Sam. As for Dean who knew?

With that thought in mind you stepped into your own room, slamming the door behind you, locking it and getting ready for bed. Pulling an oversized Gas monkey garage t-shirt and shorts out before heading to the bathroom. Hoping your bed wouldn’t be too itchy or smelly.

Pounding sounded almost to the point the flimsy piece of wood broke under the fist of someone knocking harshly at your door. A quick check of your watch showed that it’s only a little pass nine am.  

“Y/N wake up,” Sam yelled pounding again this time a little harder.

Jumping from the bed eyes barely open you rush to the door, flinging it open to see an almost panicking Sam standing there.

“What’s happened?” you asked fear lacing your veins waking you better than any cup of coffee could.

“Dean he hasn’t been back and it’s almost nine,” he answered pushing you back into the room and slamming the door.

“Who? But how?” so many thoughts running through your mind at that second. Sure Dean had stayed at a bimbo’s house for longer cause he’s pissed drunk. But never this long. Quickly you run around the room grabbing up clothes, pulling them on and dashing for the front door Sam right behind you. “Where do we start?”

“The bar only place I can think of from there we fan out. Bullets at the ready,” you could hear the worry in Sam’s voice as he spoke the both of you jumping into Baby at the same time.

Worrying your bottom lip you don’t know what to say or ask fear holding your tongue in a tight grip. “Dean I’ll be fine we’ll find him,” you stated more for your own nerves than Sam’s.

“Haven’t lost the jerk in all my life ain’t gonna start now,” he returned giving you a tight lipped smile before focusing back on the road. 

Hours pass and your no closer to finding the packs hide out nor any sign of Dean, then you’d been when you first started. Having checked the bar over twice, the small diner and police station coming up with nothing. When your eyes set on the bimbo from the night before.

Smacking Sam’s arm, “Look its blondie wanna bet if we follow her we’ll find Dean,” lifting a brow you watched the other woman get into a truck.

Nodding Sam shifted Baby into gear following the newer Dodge pickup as close as he could without getting spotted hopefully. Pulling to a stop just before an old dirt road.

“Cliché much,” you stated under your breath exiting the Impala then heading towards the back. So many emotions ran through you in that moment. Yet all you could do was pray that Dean wasn’t badly hurt or worse. The last thought you pushed from you mind not wanting to think the worse right now, not till or if you’re faced with it.

“Going in together then fan out cover more ground,” Sam suggested checking the silver rounds in his gun.

“Kill anything that moves except us of course and Dean,” you couldn’t wait to get your hands on the blonde for whatever she’d done to Dean, she’d pay for.

Twenty minutes of hiking through the woods you and Sam came upon a rundown house and barn. Pausing only long enough to share a look before you each go in different directions.

Eyes searching, ears perked for any noise you could hear while rounding the first corner leading back behind the barn. Gun trained forward as you edged yourself around checking, even double checking till gun fire broke the silence, making you jog towards the house.

Seeing Sam standing over the dead body of the bartender from last night. Blood oozing from a cut on Sam’s cheek, as he rubbed the knuckles of his left hand on his jeans spreading more crimson on the denim fabric.

“One down x amount to go huh?” you asked coming up.

“Something like that. Just hope there ain’t many more,” he answered starting for the house.

Once inside Sam motioned for you to go left while he took right. Stopping dead in your tracks, coming face to face with the blonde.

“Well looky here Deano your favorite chew toy has come to rescue you. How sweet,” she growled eyes flashing as she held the knife to Dean’s throat.

Taking in the fact that he’d lost his dark blue plaid shirt, slashes cut into his black t-shirt exposing large gashes in his chest and stomach. He looked up at you surprise registering in those emerald eyes you loved. A bruise forming on his right jaw angry and purple right now, busted lip with dried blood, his hands tied behind his back.

“Told ya that bitch was trouble Dean,” you voiced aiming right for her head.

“Try it and he dies puppy chow,” she stated digging the knife in deeper drawing a small bead of blood.

You wished Sam would hurry up and come up around the other side of this woman and take her out. Yet, something trickled in the back of your mind a noise another fight leaving you on your own with wolf lady and Dean.

“Who ever said I wouldn’t kill him myself? Cheating bastard,” you spat watching Dean’s eyes widen still watching you. Wondering what you’re playing at.

Yanking his head back, “That true baby you cheat on this piece of shit?” she cooed into his ear licking the side of his face. “Most men would I’m sure. Fat, ugly, couldn’t fight her way out of the dog house but still worth the rut to easy, at least for a moment the tension. We put runts like you down sweetie,” she sneered. “Or use you for sport not much else.”

No matter how much you wanted to close your eyes and let those words wash over you, you didn’t instead you took strength from Dean. Who looked at you, no imploring you to not believe what she’s saying. As unbelievable as the look in his eyes were you still believed in him, even with how angry you’d been the previous night and for the last four weeks. In that second you knew what you had to do.

“Your right, but you see sometimes the runt becomes top bitch after scratching her way through the cesspool of crap,” cocking your head to the side taking aim. “You done messed with the wrong bitch’s mate,” firing, your shot hit true right between the eyes dropping her dead before she hit the floor.

Feet pounding the floor as Sam came to a stop taking in the scene before him. “Remind me never to piss you off when you’re holding a gun.”

Shaking your head, “Stow it Sam and go get the car so we can get Dean out of here,” you couldn’t stop the slight smile gracing your lips at his words.

Only for it to fall when you looked back at Dean. His eyes down cast as you walked towards him pulling the pocket knife from your jeans. Stopping behind him you set to work cutting through the ropes letting them drop before putting you knife away. Tentatively, since you weren’t sure how he’d accept your touch or help, you placed your hands on his shoulders feeling them tense up.

“Relax Dean I’m not going to hurt you,” you softly say into his ear, breath ghosting over his shoulder. Gently you worked the muscles of his shoulders watching him rub his wrists. Thinking they’ll need your special ointment to help them heal.

Leaving his shoulders you step around him, checking, cataloging each cut and bruise. Tentatively you reached out framing his waist with your hands slowly pressing inward checking for breaks while listening for any hiss of pain from Dean. He only issued a curse when your fingers brushed over one cut. Finishing your initial emanation you take his left arm gently helping him stand letting some of his weight on you while you both start for the door. Nether speaking yet Dean couldn’t deny how good it felt to have you so close again. Nor could he stop himself for feeling so stupid with the fight you’d had last night that ended up with him almost wolf food.    

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Part 2

Title: Let’s Enjoy Right Now

A/N: Here is part four of the Ten Years In Waiting series. It’s a bit short compared to the others, but I have things brewing and the next part is gonna be a long one. Thank you all so much for your support! It means the world! Find the links to the other parts below. *not my gif*

Part One, Part Two, Part Three 

Tagged: @supernatural-x-reader-imagines @spn–fics–fics @supernaturaltookover @caitsymichelle13


At 6:50 Emily was pacing in front of the living room window, just waiting to see a glimpse of Dean. When you had told her that he was coming, she was so excited and it was hard to put her to bed that night. She hadn’t stopped talking about it for the last 18 hours and you couldn’t blame her. You felt the same way. After 10 years your family would be together again, even if it was only for a short time, and you were going to cherish it. The familiar sound of the Impala’s engine caught your attention and you wiped your hands before leaving the kitchen and coming to stand at the window next to Emily.

“He’s here!” She said excitingly. “He’s here! He’s here!”

“Well? Are you going to let him in?” Her eyes lit up and she sprinted to the door. You followed her nervously, silently hoping that her enthusiasm didn’t scare him too much. Sam was the first one to reach the door, and he met Emily with a giant bear hug, which she was more than willing to return. He released her and laughed at her briefly when she attempted to look around him for his brother.

“He’s getting something out of the car. He’ll be in soon.” He moved past her and hugged you and made his way towards the living room. You were thankful for the space. Finally, you spotted Dean making his way up the drive with a package in tow. He made it to the door and stopped in front of Emily. After all the excitement and buzz surrounding his appearance, you were surprised to see Emily freeze and look timid. You decided to step in and start things off.

“Emily, I want you to meet Dean.” You said, kneeling next to her, “He’s your dad.” You looked up at him. “Dean, this is Emily.” He smirked and bent down. He held his hand out to her.

“It’s nice to finally meet you, Emily.” She looked at him for a second, and then very slowly took his hand. “I’m sure that you have a bunch of questions for me… I’ll tell you anything you want to know.”

She looked at the ground next to him where he had placed the package a few seconds ago. “What’s in there?” she whispered softly.

“Oh this?” Dean stood up, package in hand. “I um… got you something. It’s not much but I hope you like it.” He handed her the package and watched as she carefully unwrapped it. “Your mom said you liked animals, so…” When she realized what was in the box, she threw it on the ground in excitement.  You watched as she clung to the stuffed elephant to her chest.

“What do you say, Em?”

“Thank you! Elephants are my favorite!” Dean smiled, obviously relieved that she liked what he got her.

“No problem, kid. I’m glad you like it.”

“Did you know that elephants are the largest land mammals and that they have the best memory?”

Dean laughed. “No I did not. Maybe you’ll have to teach me about them over dinner.” She smiled and held her hand out to him.

“Come on, Mom made my favorite…”

“Your favorite?”

“Yeah! Cheeseburgers!”

he smiled at you. “A child after my own heart.” He said, taking her hand and following her into the house. You smiled and picked up the discarded box before following them. You could hear her talking a mile a minute and you knew that whatever nervous feeling she had before was gone the second she saw that present. You hoped Dean was prepared to have his ear talked off.

……..…..

After dinner, the four of you made yourselves comfortable in the living room. Emily dragged a coloring book out and had made a place on the floor in front of the television. You popped in a Disney movie and the three adults just watched her. You looked over at Dean who was sitting silently watching her.

“Dean?” you whispered. “You can color with her if you want.”

He scoffed. “I don’t-”

“Awe, come on! We all know you want to.” Sam interrupted. Dean punched Sam in the shoulder and Emily looked up in confusion. You all stopped and realized that she was watching.

“Why don’t we all color?” you suggested, kneeling down and grabbing the stack of coloring books next to her. You eyed them as you handed them each a book. “You’ll have to share the crayons. We only have two boxes… Do you think you can do that?” you teased, laughing at their childish feud. Sam crinkled his eyebrows and looked at his brother.

“You heard the lady.” Dean got on the floor and sat next to the coffee table. “Get to coloring. And Sam?”

“What, Dean?”

“Stay in the lines.”

Emily laughed.

………………..

“Emily, it’s time for bed. It’s past ten.” She gave you a disappointed look from her spot next to Dean on the couch.

“But mom…”

“No buts… go get into your pajamas.” She looked to Dean for help but he shook his head.

“Don’t look at me. Your mom scares me.” You shook your head.

“Will you tuck me in?” she asked him. He looked to you for an answer.

“Okay. That’s fine, but I expect you to be in bed with the light out in 20 minutes.”

She jumped up and grabbed his hand. “Come on, Dad I have to show you where I put my elephant!” Dean allowed her to drag him to the other end of the house.

“20 minutes!” You knew it was a lost cause… they would be in there looking at every single one of her stuffed animals for at least the next hour. You looked over to find Sam staring at you. “What?”

“I haven’t seen him this happy in a long time…” Sam sighed. “Have you guys talked about what’s gonna happen when we have to leave?”

“What do you mean ‘leave’?”

“I mean after this case, when we go back to the bunker.”

“Well, we haven’t had a chance to talk about it. I… was hoping that we would have more time.”

“For the record, I really hope you guys work it out. All I want is for Dean to be happy.”

“Thanks Sam.” You went over and hugged him. “I better go check and make sure that they haven’t destroyed her bedroom.”

He laughed. “I’m gonna head out. I think that you guys should have some time to yourselves. Just tell Dean that I took a cab back to the motel.” He waved before leaving, closing the door behind him.

You walked down the hallway to Emily’s room and stopped in the doorway. Emily was in bed under the covers and latched onto her elephant. Dean was sitting next to her, his hand barely touching the top of her head. When she looked like she was asleep Dean stood and began tip toeing out of the room.

“Daddy?” He turned to find her sitting up and rubbing her eyes.

“Go back to sleep, Em.”

“Are you going to stay?” she asked before yawning.

Dean looked to you and you gave him a nod. “Yeah Kiddo. I’m going to stay. I’ll see you in the morning.” She smiled, her eyes already closed. She leaned back in bed and snuggled deeper under the covers.

“I love you, daddy.” Dean’s face squished up in emotion. He walked back and kissed her on the forehead.

“I love you too, Em.” He made his way back to the hallway and you both watched her sleep before turning and closing the door. You followed him back to the living room.

“Where’s Sam?”

“He left a few minutes ago, he went back the motel.”

He nodded. “Well I guess I should send him a text and tell him I’m sleeping on the couch.”

“You don’t have to.”

“I should. Sam might think something’s wrong..”

“Sleep on the couch I mean…”

“Oh… Are you sure?” he asked, apprehensively.

“Yeah. Unless you think that’s weird…”

“No, not at all I just… wasn’t expecting it.”

You smiled and took his hand. “Come on. Let’s go to bed.” You pulled him back to your bedroom and stopped at the dresser. You dug around in the bottom drawer until you found what you were looking for. “Here,” you handed him an old t-shirt and a pair of sweats.” He inspected them closely.

“Are these mine?”

You pushed him on the shoulder. “Don’t flatter yourself, Winchester. They’re comfortable.” You said, walking into the bathroom. You changed into some of your comfortable pajamas and brushed your teeth. You were a bit nervous about sharing a bed with him after all of these years, but you had missed him and were looking forward to being close to him. You left the bathroom and found Dean already under the covers. “Make yourself at home?” he laughed but didn’t answer. You turned out the light before climbing into bed next to him. You stayed on your respected sides, until Dean couldn’t take it any longer.

“This is stupid,” he said, closing the space between you and wrapping his arms around you. You smiled to yourself and moved to fit into his arms. You laid your head on his chest and breathed him in.

“I missed this.” You said, quietly.

“Me too.” he squeezed you tighter.

“I’m not going anywhere, Dean. You don’t have to squeeze me like a python.”

“I’m sorry.” He said quickly, beginning to move away.

You clung to his shirt. “I didn’t say I didn’t like it.”

He smirked at you before returning to his previous position. “I could get used to this.” He said after a few moments.

“Could you?”

He moved his neck to look down at you. “Yeah, I could.” You unwrapped yourself from him and sat up. “What?” he sat up next to you. “What are you thinking?”

“We have to be careful. It’s not just us anymore. If you leave… her heart will be broken.” He sighed.

“(Y/N).” He put an arm around you. “I am being serious. I want to make this work.”

“Really?” you looked at him.

“Yes, really. I want to be a part in her life, and yours.”

“I want that too. But how are we going to make this work? You can’t just drop off the hunting grid. That’s not who you are.”

He seemed to think about it for a minute. “We’ll figure something out. Let’s just enjoy right now, okay?” You nodded. He laid down, pulling you with him. You nestled into him, allowing his arms to wrap around you completely. You buried your face into his chest and closed your eyes. It was the first time in ten years that you fell asleep to the sound of his breathing and the beat of his heart next to yours.

Under the cut you’ll find ### lyrics from seven Broadway shows. They could be useful for bios lyrics, sidebar descriptions, para titles, plot or character inspiration. The lyrics aren’t necessarily in order as they appear in the show, but they are grouped by song. My favorites are bolded. PS I would suggest looking up the context of the lyrics before using (especially because all these songs are too good to not listen to).  

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