but seriously his face in this gif

The promo and the GIF/photos inspired me…also on AO3 http://archiveofourown.org/works/9621602

Sharing is trusting

Alec’s hands are griping Magnus’ shirt backing him up towards the bedroom, leaning down to kiss him passionately as they go, lips crashing together as he’s pulled against the hard lines of shadowhunter body.

 Magnus is loving this turn of events just days after their first date but can’t help wonder why Alec suddenly seems so forward when something dawns on him. Quickly he breaks the kiss, gasping for breath with a hand on Alec’s chest to try and keep some space between them.


“Alexander…wait a moment please.” Magnus smiles at Alec and takes a small step away, hoping to slow things down a little.

“You do know just because I told you about the 17,000 doesn’t mean I expect to add you to that list right away. I think you and I could have something really special here and that means that I want to treasure every moment with you.

We don’t have to rush this, you only get one first time and you need to be sure you’re ready. And then, when you’re sure we’ll make it special, meaningful. Most of the others I don’t even remember their names, they were just a way to pass the time on lonely nights. A quick bit of fun, you already mean way more than that to me already, you know that right?”

Alec blushes and looks away, unable to hold Magnus’ gaze.

“I…I…I just want to make you happy. I don’t want you to find someone else Magnus, someone who knows how to do this, who can give you a proper relationship with everything that involves. How can I compare to all those other experiences you’ve had when I’ve literally done nothing! ”

Magnus slides his hand from Alec’s chest up to the front of his shoulder and rubs small comforting circles with his thumb until the shadowhunter looks at him again.

“Alexander, you don’t have to compete. You have my full attention and there is no one I want to spend time with more than you. I love just talking to you, I’d love to snuggle with you while we chat, kiss you some more but only if you want it too. It’s ok if we take this slow, just try not to overthink everything. You’re not the only one that feels vulnerable. ”


Alec searches Magnus face trying to figure out why the beautiful, confident man in front of him could possibly feel vulnerable.

“What are you worried about Magnus, you’ve lived forever, had so many experiences. You must know how handsome and wonderful you are, how attractive others find you.” Alec says, no heat behind his words just feeling confused still.

“Well, I try…” Magnus chuckles gesturing at himself, drawing attention to his make up and jewellery before looking a little more serious when he continues. “But there’s things about me you don’t know yet. I’m hoping you’ll get to know them eventually but let’s just say not everyone over the years has been as tolerant of warlocks as you are. Not all experiences are good ones.”

“You know that how I feel has nothing to do with you being a warlock or not. It’s you as a person that I like.” Alec reassures.

Magnus smiles up at Alec before taking a deep breath, his face now reflecting his inner insecurities and doubts, deciding if he really wants to continue with what he’s about to do.

“What’s is it Magnus? ” Alec asks as he notices not only the expression change but also the way Magnus whole body seems to have stiffened slightly.

“I want to show you something Alexander, I think it’ll help. You’ve told me about your insecurities and fears tonight so it’s only right I share a big one of my own. ” he tries to smile at the taller man but it feels week even to himself.

“Only if you’re sure…” Alec repeats back Magnus’ earlier sentiment.

“I’m sure…its just…I’ve lost people who I was interested in before over this, I don’t want to lose you but I don’t want to hide from you. I trust you and it’s important to me that you know exactly what you’re getting into before you decide if you want us to go further.” 


“Er…okay?” Alec says as he watches Magnus closes his eyes, take a deep breath and seems to steady himself for a moment. He takes both of Magnus’ hands in his, interlacing his own fingers with the other mans ringed fingers trying to reassure the man in front of him.

Slowly Magnus’ eyes flutter open and Alec’s breath catches at what he sees. Gone are the deep brown eyes that he’s used to seeing Magnus with, the expressive eyes that always give away what the warlock is feeling and now in their place are honey gold orbs with narrow almond shaped pupils. They seem to sparkle in the light and Alec can’t help but stare. 


Magnus looks away blinking as he puts the glamour back up, sadness reflected on his face as he tries to turn away and Alec immediately realises he’s not said anything yet and had just been examining the warlock marks, his gaze intense and emotionless as he tried to take in every detail. He quickly lifts his hand to cup Magnus’ face in his palm and guides it back towards him.

“You’re beautiful” he whispers, his voice breathy and low “seriously Magnus, I got a little lost looking at them and I’m sorry if that made you doubt my reaction but your eyes are just mesmerising.” Alec leans in to gently place a kiss on Magnus’ lips before pulling back to smile at him.

Magnus lets out the breath he hadn’t even realised he was still holding and smiles up at his boyfriend, his heart squeezes in his chest and he’s pretty sure it’s the last fragments of the walls he’d built crumbling and falling away. 

They stand like that for a few moments, neither one saying anything just looking at each other and smiling. Alec is the first to break the comfortable silence.

“Don’t feel like you ever have to hide from me Magnus, I love your real eyes and I’m honoured you felt ready to show me them. Now can we get back to where this night was originally going. I might have started with all the wrong reasons but I’m sure now. I trust you Magnus and I want to spend the night with you.”

“Alexander, you never cease to amaze me!” Magnus whispers as he reveals his cat eyes again and this time it’s him who reaches up to wrap his hand around the back of Alec’s neck, pulling him down to kiss him deeply as they slowly start walking their way to the bedroom again. 

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Magnus stirs early the next morning, the rising sun shining in his eyes where he forgot to close the curtains last night. What catches his eye though is the perfect form laying next to him, the sheet covering Alec’s lower body but his torso is bathed in sunlight and Magnus reaches out to trace the runes across the muscled sholders and back. 

Alec yawns and groans as he slowly wakes up, rolling over to smile at the warlock as long fingers slide from his back, across his ribs to land on his chest as he moves.  

“Morning sweetheart” Magnus whispers as he places a chaste kiss on Alec’s cheek.

“Hi,” Alec breathes “so last night really happened.” A blush spreading on his cheeks. 

“You don’t regret it do you?”

“Of course not Magnus, it was wonderful, you were amazing. I just wish I could have made it as good for you as it was for me” Alec ducks his head, avoiding Magnus’ gaze.

“Darling, you have no idea how good it was for me too. Being your first was an honour but it was my first time too. The first time I got to be with you, a memory I will always treasure. It’s something I hope to repeat often though.” Magnus chuckles and gives Alec a fond look.

Alec just smiles and snuggles close and rests his head on Magnus’ chest.

“I think I like that idea…very much!”

“You know Alexander, I think I had to kiss a lot of toads first but I finally found my prince in you.”

Alec just rolls his eyes at the cheesy comment but suddenly every last doubt he ever had about not being able to compare to everyone in Magnus’ past has gone. They might have got to have a small taste of this magical man but Alec is the one who gets to keep him.

Imagine dealing with drunk Chris.

A/N: Man, oh man. I just can’t stay away from writing, can I? Well, at least majority of my holiday stuff’s packed. This is another fic inspired by a conversation with the lovely @chrisevans-imagines We have some very weird, but oddly inspiring conversations. Don’t we, Ava? 😂

You pushed your way through the crowd as you searched the overly packed party for your best friend, Chris, who had drunkenly called you ten times in the last hour; it was 2:19AM. He could count himself incredibly lucky that you were finishing up some paperwork at the hospital otherwise you would’ve killed him for interrupting your much needed beauty sleep. You’d been pulling quite a few late nights over the past week as you were about to take leave and go on your holiday, so things hadn’t been particularly easy on you. But you knew before you went into med-school that being a doctor wasn’t going to be easy, what you didn’t know was how much harder it was being a doctor who was best friends with Chris Evans; a man who had the equivalent energy of his puppy, Dodger. If you weren’t so in-love with him, he wouldn’t get away with half the things he put you through. But you were, so here you were at the party.

“Hello beautiful.” An arm hooked around your waist and pulled you into him; you groaned and pushed the drunken stranger off you. “Geez, lighten up!” He called after you as you disappeared further into the room. If you didn’t find Chris in the next five minutes, you were outta there.

“Hell yeah I’ll get it in!” You heard Chris’ voice and you followed it, chuckling when you found him by the ping pong table. “Don’t you worry, I'mma get it into that cup.” He bounced the ball off the table and balanced it on the back of his hand as he swallowed another gulp of his beer. “Watch me nail this th-” He spotted you and his smile tenfold. “Y/N, you came!” He downed his drink and tossed both ball and red solo cup aside before making his way to you, waving off the protests that came from the other players. “Sorry guys, I’m done. My girl’s here,” he draped an arm around you and pulled you closer to him.

“I’m not your girl, Evans.” You reminded him, but made no effort to push him away from you like you had with the other guy; you were very glad that the dim lights hid your deeply flushed cheeks. “I’m just here to make sure you don’t drink and drive, the last thing I need is to be called back in because someone got into a car accident.”

“Awww,” he cooed, squeezing you tightly against him. “Was someone worried about little old me?” You rolled your eyes, but failed to hide your smile. “Don’t be, my best friend’s a very good doctor. She’s very pretty too, like- she could be on Grey’s Anatomy.” He slurred then grinned when he heard you chuckle. “And that’s you,” he booped your nose, “I’m talking about you.”

“I know, and I’m talking about me too when I say I’ve had a very long night and I’m ready to go home.” He nodded with furrowed brows, really trying to process your words. “C'mon,” you wrapped an arm around his waist and directed him towards the exit, “you’re crashing at my place tonight. I’m not leaving you here when someone could literally tap beer out of you.”

“Yes!” He cheered. “I love your apartment, it smells like Christmas because of all the candles you have.” You hummed in acknowledgement at his drunk thoughts. “Hey, you know what’s really funny?” He didn’t wait for a response. “When I read your texts, I read it in an Australian accent because you’re from Australia. I do the same with Chris Hemsworth’s,” he told you then laughed to himself. “G'day mate,” he mimicked a tradition Australia greeting then laughed again.

“I’ve never once texted that to you, nor have I said that to you,” you chuckled. “And since when do I have an Australian accent? I’ve been living in America since I was eighteen, and you know I watch too much American television and too many Hollywood films to have an Australian accent.” The two of you found your way out of the party and into the much emptier parking lot where you car waited patiently. “But then again,” you glanced at him, “you are very wasted, so I won’t hold that against you.”

“Chuck a shrimp on the barbie,” he continued mocking the Australia accent and laughed when you did. “You’re right,” he returned to his normal accent as he pulled away from you, “you don’t sound like that.” He moved in front of you and took your hands in his, smiling like a love sick idiot which made your heart flutter despite knowing it didn’t mean what you wanted it to. “You sound perfect because you are perfect and I love you.”

“I love you too,” you responded with a chuckle, ignoring that ache in your heart. This wasn’t the first time he’d told you he loved you while he was drunk, in fact- he said it all the time when he was sober too. But it wasn’t the confession you longed for, it was just another platonic expression of affection that you shoved aside with your true feelings. “Let’s get you in bed, shall we?” You tried to pull your hands away only to have him tightened his grip.

“No,” he shook his head, furrowing his eyebrows. “You don’t understand, Y/N. I love you,” he said again in a more serious tone that made you sigh. As much as you wanted to reciprocate that feeling and kiss him, you couldn’t take anything he said seriously when he was drunk. Even if you did believe that drunk minds spoke for a sober heart, it was Chris; he was your best friend and you couldn’t ruin that friendship over a drunken slur of the moment. “I want to be with you,” he told you and pulled his hands away to cup your face.

“Chris, no,” you turned away when he started to lean in, taking a small step back. “We’re not going to do this.” You frowned when he did. “You’re drunk, I don’t want-” you cut yourself off before you said more than you should. “Let’s just go home, okay?” You brushed past him and headed for you car, stopping when he called out.

“I’m sober enough to have this conversation!” He walked in front of you with a frown on his face. “I’ve been trying to tell you I love you since the moment I met you, Y/N. But you keep brushing me off, like you think I’m not worth your time.”

“Chris-” you couldn’t believe you made him feel that way.

“Am I not good enough for you?” He asked then asked again before you could get a word in, “are you holding out for another doctor?” You opened your mouth to speak only to get cut off again, “what is it, Y/N? Why won’t you give me a chance?!” He growled and you flinched. “I don’t understand,” he shook his head, his pretty blues glistened with tears. “I’m not an idiot- I can see the way you look at me, so why won’t you be with me?”

“Chris,” you sighed as you took his hand in yours. “I didn’t know you felt that way about me, I honestly thought that you were fine with us just being friends.” He didn’t say anything, he just squeezed your hand ever so gently. “That’s why I didn’t say anything- that’s why I brushed you off. I figured you were joking, it’s not because I don’t think you’re worth my time.”

“Do you realize how long I’ve been waiting for you?” He asked with a breathless chuckle. “From the moment we met- I’ve wanted to be with you. I was just so terrified I wasn’t good enough, that you wouldn’t want to be with an actor so- I took it slow, I started out by being your friend. But God,” he started to cry and your heart ached, “it hurt seeing you with other people. It sucked saying I love you when you didn’t know how much,” his hand tightened around yours. “I’ve wasted so much of my life not being your other half and I hate it, Y/N.”

“You are my other half, Chris,” you caressed his face with your other hand and brushed the tears rolling down his cheek. “I love you too. I’m so in-love with you that it’s ridiculous,” you told him and he smiled. “There is no one I’d rather see at the end of the day than you. You are my person, you are all I see when I look towards the future,” you assured him. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner, I’m sorry-” He pulled you into his arms and kissed you, cutting you off in the best possible way.

“Wow,” you let out a breathless laugh when he broke the kiss, pressing his forehead against yours.

“Yeah,” he chuckled softly, rubbing small circles into your sides, “I should’ve done that years ago.”

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Poldark FACE …in which Ross has an epiphany. 

I am happy to announce the return of the daily Aidan Turner FACE. Thanks for hanging in with me while my muse was drunk on a beach. :)

TITLE: Your Past Does Not Define You

IMAGINE: It was no secret that Bucky hated his past, how he regrets being the Winter Soldier. What happens when he meets someone that can change his mind? 

[gif is not mine. requests are open. let me know what you think] 

warnings: swear words, brief harassment, small violence. 

word count: 2.4k +


‘He had built up walls for years, keeping everyone out. Then she came into his life and with a touch of her finger the walls crumbled into ashes.’


Everyone knew that Bucky wasn’t one to converse with anyone, to talk to anyone let alone spend a minute in a room with someone that wasn’t Steve. He grunted and nodded, but no actual words ever came out of his mouth. He kept quiet, he kept to himself. No one really knew him, Steve did, but still…There were some things that he kept to himself, things that kept him up at night -waking from his nightmares, knives sheathed out panicking and looking around the room. He hated himself, he hated that he caused a war within a group, forcing everyone to take sides. Even years later when everything was settled, he still felt guilty thus he kept to himself. Maybe, just maybe if he didn’t speak and just did what everyone wanted him to do he could chip away the guilt.


He remembers the day vividly, it’s as if it’s a movie in his head, one that he can replay over and over again. He can pick out the exact moment that he knew in himself that she was going to change him.


“(Y/N), you have to be calm when you meet them, okay kid?” Tony looked over the kid next to him. Granted that she wasn’t a kid anymore, she was still a kid to him. “You can’t embarrass me, I have a reputation to uphold.”

(Y/N) barked out a laugh as she saw Tony puff out his chest, “I cross my heart that I won’t embarrass you.”

Tony smiled at her and opened the door, she instantly saw all the Avengers lounging around -some sitting down, some playing pool and some in the kitchen. He cleared his throat and they stopped and stared at him. “This is (Y/N),” he gestured the awed girl beside him.

She smiled at the group and waved, “I’m his love child,” she waggled her eyebrows and laughed out loudly when she saw the expressions on their face.

“She’s not,” Tony deadpanned. “What did I say about embarrassing me?” She shrugged in reply. Turning back to the group he explained, “She’s a recruit from Isla Nublar, Tony wanted her expertise on something. Plus, I’ve also known her since she was little so she’s like a little sister to me, so if any of you hurt her I will seriously kill you.”

“You can’t just mildly kill them?” (Y/N) teased and she received a jab from him. As they went around the room, introducing (Y/N) to everyone, she was awestruck by just how ordinary they were. Of course she kept up on the details, not hard to really. But it was so different, they were just normal people who were expected to drop everything to fight off the next evil.


After the introductions, she went to the kitchen to fix herself something to eat as everyone was heading to the gym. “For a bunch of superheroes they surprisingly have a lot of junk food in the fridge,” she mused to herself, thinking out loud. “Ooo, lasagne.” She picked out the heavy dish and turned around but bumped into someone.

“SHIT! I am so sorry,” (Y/N) looked at the lasagne and then back to the figure. Their black uniform was covered in red and white sauce. “I got lasagne on you,” she began wiping it off his uniform, after three wipes she realised how awkward it was.

She smiled sheepishly and look up at the man, “Sorry, didn’t mean to awkwardly touch you.” (Y/N) was going to say more but she stopped when she saw who she was talking to. It was Bucky Barnes. She read up on him, fascinated by history as both James Barnes and the Winter Soldier. “It’s not everyday that you get to live the tale that you accidentally dropped lasagne on an infamous assassin.” She tried to lighten the joke being the idiot as the was.

Bucky looked down at her, veiled amusement in his eyes. “Don’t really know the protocol for throwing lasagne at an assassin so forgive me if I don’t know how to act, I’m usually much cooler than this.” She gave him a toothy smile. (Y/N) wasn’t nervous, not at all, nor was she embarrassed.

“It’s okay,” his voice was rough from the lack of use. To his ears it sounded foreign, but to her it sounded beautiful.

“Do you want me to pay for dry-cleaning?” He tilted his head. “Uh, dry-cleaning is like this fancy service that you use when you want something to be professionally cleaned.” She sounded so unsure, but at the same time her voice was gentle and not at all patronising.

“I know what dry-cleaning is,” he gave her a small quick smile.

She found that she liked it when he smiled, he seemed younger and more relaxed even though she saw it for at least 3 seconds. “That’s good, that’s good.” She muttered, then looking down at the floor. “I haven’t been in the compound a day and I’ve already made a mess.” (Y/N) walked to the counter to fetch the kitchen roll, once in her hand she bent down and started wiping.

“Want some help?” Bucky knelt down and ripped some paper.


Maybe it was the way that she didn’t seem afraid of him and she treated him like a normal person. Or maybe it was because she made him laugh -something that hasn’t happened to him for so long. Or maybe it was her small, awkward yet charming smile that made him feel lighter than he’s ever felt before.


From that day on Bucky seeked out (Y/N), he came out of his room more, stayed in rooms longer than before. Of course everyone noticed his odd behaviour, it was hard not to. Bucky didn’t actively participate in conversations, but when (Y/N) asked him a question, flashed him a smile, or tried to include him in the conversation he reciprocated.


They were sitting in the living room, Stranger Things playing on the television. “You’re enjoying this,” she teased as she saw him lean in trying to figure out the scene.

Bucky leaned back nonchalantly and turned his head towards her, “It’s…different.”

“Different good?”

He nodded hesitantly. “It’s nice.”

She smiled triumphantly and leaned back, her arms touching his lightly. She tried not to think of how warmth seemed to radiate of him, or just how nice he smelt.

(Y/N) passed him the pizza, “Thanks, doll.” (Y/N)’s hand froze and turned to him.

He felt his face redden, and his hands clamp up. He didn’t mean to say that out loud, he didn’t mean for that nickname to slip. He didn’t turn to her, afraid of her reaction. It was an intimate nickname for someone, so he wouldn’t be surprised if she got up and left, never speaking to him again.

She made an appreciative noise, “I like that.”

Startled, he turned to her, “What?”

“I like that. It’s cute and it’s very you,” she gave him a grin and a wink. “Doll,” she tried it out, rolling the word off her tongue.

He smiled at her when she clucked her tongue, “Don’t I get a nickname?”

She narrowed her eyes, smiled and tilted her head, “Hm, what to call you. Buckster?” She tried out and she chuckled at his horrified expression. “Buckarro?” He poked her this time. “I know, I’ll call you James.”

This time he chuckled, “That’s my name, not exactly a nickname.”

“Except no one calls you that and that’s why it’s perfect. Everyone calls you Barnes, or Bucky, but never James. The name is something just the two of us,” she smiled at him.


He felt his heart quicken and reciprocated her smile. It was genuine and it was wide. It was the smile that he would have had on his face practically all the time back in the 40s. As they continued watching the show, he realized that he liked it when she said the two of them. ‘Just between the two of them.’ He smiled, contented for the first time.


(Y/N) stood in line, trying to memorize everyone’s drink order. She felt a hand touch her backside and she turned around, “What are you doing?”

The man behind her gave her a lopsided smile. Even under the bad fluro lights she could see that his eyes were glossy and he could hardly stand on his on two feet. “Hey there pretty lady.” He gave her a wink and (Y/N) screwed up her nose in disgust. “Don’t be like that,” he tried to touch her arm but she yanked it away.

“Don’t touch me,” she growled, her arms ready to fight just in case.

“Come on, pretty lady,” he yanked her by the waist and she yelped. (Y/N) hardly had time to hit the man as he was yanked off her. She tumbled to the ground, and watched as Bucky hit the man over and over again. Noticing how hard the punches were she pulled herself up and ran to where Bucky was.

“Bucky!” He didn’t turn around. He held the man’s collar and pulled his hand back to punch him again. “Bucky! Bucky!” (Y/N) ran and touched his shoulder, “James.” This time he turned around. Letting the man go.

She saw how his eyes and his face were different, she tentatively touched his cheek, “James, come back to me darling. Come back to me.” She rubbed his cheek affectionately, “I’m here, just come back to me, please.”

His gaze softened, and he cupped the hand that was on his cheek.

Bucky was sure that (Y/N) would have ran away, fleeing as she saw the side of him he desperately never wanted anyone to see, especially her. But all she did was hold his hand, nodding to Steve and took him outside leading him to the car.


Once they were in the safety of the complex, (Y/N) opened Bucky’s door and pulled him in. “Are you okay?”

He didn’t answer, instead he fell to his knees. (Y/N) knelt down and pushed back his hair, “Buck?”

“I’m sorry,” it was soft and she could hardly hear him but at the same time she could hear it clearly, the emotion; the heartbreak, anger and sadness.

(Y/N) launched herself at him, wrapping her arms around his neck, squeezing him tighter as each second passed by. Once they broke apart she looked at him, “Never, ever apologize for that. Never apologize for that James.”

“I let him out, I never wanted to let him out.”

She could have burst out crying at how small he sounded. “No matter what, he will always be a part of you James, you can never erase him but,” she closed her eyes and shook her head. “Don’t ever be ashamed for something that you never did. You needed to be brainwashed, you needed a long time to transfer from James to the Winter Soldier. You’re not him.”

Bucky wrapped his arms around her, never letting her go, “You’re not him. You’re Steve’s Bucky, you’re my James, you’re our Barnes. Never forget that.” She gave him a kiss on the top of his head, “Even if you do, I’ll always be here to make you remember.”

“Promise?”

“Always.” It was such a simple word but it was filled with so much more than it could possibly contain. He felt his heart open, and it all it took was one word for his walls to be tore down.


It was a casual day, there was nothing important. She was in her pyjamas, and he was in his gym clothes. Both of them sat at the kitchen counter, each eating their respective breakfast.

“What would you say if I asked you on a date doll?” He didn’t look at her, fear of her rejection.

She placed her spoon down, “I would say that it took you long enough James.” When he looked up he could see her smile, happiness radiating off her face.


He was Bucky before. He was known for charming the dames, being everyone’s friend and always being there for Steve. Then he was known as the Winter Soldier. He was adored. One of the greatest killing machines that HYDRA has ever created. He was feared.Then he was Barnes. Long gone was Bucky (though not for Steve, he would always be Bucky for Steve), buried underneath everything, and long gone was the Winter Soldier. He was Barnes and he was part of the Avengers. He was accepted. Finally, he was James. Her James to be exact. He was understood, loved and adored. She was the one person that managed to find him when he was so lost in the dark. She was the beacon in his life that he longed for, that he thought was long gone because of the atrocities that he committed.

But here she was, next to him, one of her arms carelessly tossed on his stomach, one under the pillow. As Bucky stroked her hair, she softly groaned and lifted her head. “Hey Buck, is it morning yet?”

He gave her a small smile. “No, not yet.” (Y/N) sat up and stretched, then with a grin she straddled him.

She grabbed his metal arm and fiddled with his fingers, “You know we could just etch the ring on your finger, I mean you won’t ever lose it that way.” (Y/N) leaned forward and laid on his chest.

He loved this position, mostly because he could feel her heartbeat. “I’m not you, doll, I mean how many times have you lost your ring?” He felt her lightly smack him, and he started running his hand down her back.

“Shut it, you love me.”

“Maybe I don’t.”

“You’re marrying me.”

“Eh,” he gave her a shrug and sat back up.

“Do I have to convince you that marrying me would be the greatest thing ever?” She grinded her hips against his, and smirked when he groaned.

“The greatest thing ever was meeting you doll,” he sat up and kissed her.

Bucky managed to find someone to break him out of his shell. A person who managed to keep the nightmares at bay, even on the rare occasions he had them she was there right by his side, brushing his hair back and whispering comforting words in his ear. He found the person that managed to love his past even when he couldn’t.

I Can’t Wait to Hear You Scream PT. 34

Summary: Daryl is still missing. SMUT.

Note: I wanted this chapter to be super long, but I know I’ve kept you guys waiting long enough, so I figured I’d go ahead and give you this part! 😉😉

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“If my master is lost, I’ll find him. I’ll bring him back to himself, because to serve doesn’t always mean to follow.” - Joey W. Hill

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You burst through the door of the kitchen entrance quickly, with David in tow.
Things were quiet.
Brian and the other two were still the only ones in the large cafeteria.

“Brian!” You yelled out, wasting no time. You wanted to get Katherine and Ben as soon as you could, you weren’t gonna let them get out of your sight and be in deeper shit with Negan.

He appeared from the back of the kitchen, wiping his hands on a towel, “What’s going good on?”

You felt a slight chill run up your spine, “The other two are still with you, right?”

He nodded, “Yeah, I have them in the back cutting up some meat.”

You let out a sigh of relief.
David shot you a weird look as he saw your obvious nervousness, you glared back at him, before walking up to the counter Brian stood behind.

“Have them finish that shit really quick. Someone escaped and Negan is on the war path.” You said, noting the seriousness of the situation in your tone.

Brian’s face went pale, and you could see the fear on it, even if he had nothing to do with it. Most people weren’t immune to Negan’s actions when he was angry, innocent or not, and Brian had already been on Negan’s bad side before, because of you.

“I can finish up, not much left to do. Take them.” Brian said quickly, shaking his head.

He disappeared into the back of the kitchen once more before coming back out a few minutes later with Katherine and Ben.
They looked confused as to why they were being kicked out so soon, but you didn’t have time to explain.
Plus, you didn’t feel like you really needed to explain to people who had only been here for a day what was going on.
It was only your first day looking after people and shit was already getting out of hand.
At this point, you didn’t wanna know what next week would bring if this is what the beginning of it was like.

“Did we do something wrong?” Ben asked, seeming to get a little defensive.

You shook your head, “No, not yet. Just come with me, and maybe I’ll explain.”

Ben glanced to Katherine who just shrugged her shoulders.
You motioned them to follow you, and left the room again.
You decided to take them back to the rec room and keep them there for the time being, you didn’t have anywhere else to go.

“So, can I know what exactly is going down here?” David whispered in a low tone as he took a seat at the table you were seated at.

Katherine and Ben sat at the end of it, holding hands and exchanging glances.
You rolled your eyes, you tried to stay in denial about them, but you knew deep down you were jealous of them. They walked around freely and expressed that the loved eachother.

You looked over to David, letting out an annoyed breathe, “You’re not gonna give up, are you?” You asked, chewing your lip.

“Well, I’m not a child.”

“You’re not an ally either.” You muttered back at him.

He chuckled and lowered his head thoughtfully for a moment, “You do realize if I was gonna fuck you over, I could have done it back at the house.”

You ran a hand through your hair and gave him a nod.
You stood up and walked over to the liquor cabinet that stood open.
What was in it wasn’t as good as Negan’s personal stash, but it got the job done either way.
David followed behind like a stray, you weren’t sure when you were gonna get used to having someone following you around, taking every order that you gave them.
You grabbed a bottle with clear liquid in it and poured it into a glass, at this point, you weren’t sure if it was vodka or moonshine.
You took a generous sip of it and stifled back at cough as it burned your throat.

“Look, someone escaped. He was a prisoner of sorts, and he’s with a group that really hates Negan. A group that I used to be apart of, and if he’s gone, maybe he teamed back up with them and who knows what the hell is gonna happen next if he has.” You said, bringing your hand up to rub your tired eyes.

“What’s gonna happen if he’s not caught?” David asked, propping his arm onto the table, giving you a curious look.

You took another sip of the liquor, you could feel the warmness wash over your body, “I can honestly say that I don’t know, David.”

He gave you a sympathetic look and pulled the pack of cigarettes from his pocket, and shoved one into his mouth, “How the hell did you end up here if you were with them?”

You smirked and looked down, you hadn’t thought a whole lot about the situation since you had been here, and you knew that he probably wouldn’t understand, “The group I was with killed a bunch of Negan’s men. So, he tracked us down and we ended up in a lineup, pretty much like you, but he had full intent on killing people. It was punishment for his men.” You said, looking up at him as he took a drag off the cigarette.

He nodded to show that he was listening to you.

“He killed two of our people. He was going to kill more, but Negan liked me, mainly for my looks. So, I made a deal with him; I’d come back here with him and be a wife if he’d spare the rest of them.” You continued.

“And the rest is history?” David scoffed.

You shook your head, “Not quite. They still owe Negan half of everything they get, so it’s an ongoing relationship. It’s complicated, and I don’t expect you to understand.”

He took another puff of the cigarette, blowing out smoke, “It’s not for me to understand. Shit, I’m just glad he didn’t beat my skull in with that bat he carries.”

“Lucille.” You cut in quickly.

“Why does he call it Lucille?” He raised an eyebrow.

“I don’t know.. Luck, maybe? I’ve never asked him.” You said furrowing your brow. Now that you thought about it, you had never asked him why he had called his prized bat by such a name.

“Are you happy?” David said bluntly.

“What?” You answered back in confusion.

“Being his wife, are you happy?”

You looked at him, taken aback.
Since you had been here, no one had ever asked you if you were happy with your position just being another one of his wives.
You were happy, weren’t you? For the most part you considered yourself happy, there were bad days and good days, but that’s common for any relationship.
No matter that nature of it.

“I’m not fond of the other wives, but yeah, I’m happy.”

David smirked and gave you a look as if he didn’t completely believe what you said, but you didn’t care, his opinion didn’t matter to you.
You knew how you felt.
And you didn’t have time to worry about what anyone thought, so much shit had gone down in the past couple weeks, and emotions were starting to have no room in any of this, but you were almost grateful for that.
You had less and less time to worry about whether or not Negan thought of you the way you though of him, or if he cared that you loved him.
The rest of the time was spent in mostly silence, Katherine and Ben didn’t bother to make conversation with you, and you didn’t care.
You didn’t have much use for either of them anyway.
You wondered why David seemed to be making an effort to get to know you, but he was likeable and so far, and he hadn’t got on your bad side.. Not yet anyway.

You and David decided to make use of the pool table while you waited for some news to come back on the Daryl situation.
You had to admit, even with the shit going on, it was nice to be able to let loose, even it was only for a moment just to play a game of pool.

“Damn, you’re good at this.” He commented at he made his shot.

You leaned against the table, “I used to play at the bar.”

“I played at the bar, too. I was always drunk playing though.”

You smiled back at him, “I guess that might be your problem.”

“Thank God we aren’t betting then.” He chuckled.

You shook your head, glancing down for a moment.
You were trying you best to remain indifferent about David, you were in charge of him and still didn’t know him well at all, and even if he had saved your life once, you didn’t wanna make the mistake of giving him your trust too quickly.
But you had to admit, he was already growing on you, and you were beginning to enjoy his company.
You thoughts were interrupted by the sounds of the door being swung open.
You and David turned to see Negan stomping through with Lucille in hand with a scowl that seemed like it was going to become permanent.
David was learning the rules quickly and kneeled time he saw Negan enter into the room.

You turned back to Katherine and Ben to see them sitting in the chair looking dumbfounded as if they didn’t know what to do.
You let out an inaudible grunt to yourself and took a step towards them.

“Do either of you own this place?” You growled at them.

They both sat there, with mouths half open as if they didn’t know what to say.

“N- no?” Katherine answered back.

“Then you both should know to get on your knees when you see him entering the room.” You hissed, motioning your head towards Negan.

Negan looked over all of them as he arrived at your side.
They were quick to get on their knees at that time, lowering their heads from his intimidating gaze.

“You need to train your fuckin’ dogs better.” Negan snorted, his face in a frown.

“I’m doing my best.” You breathed out to him, “What’s going on?”

Negan shook his head, “Nothing that’s the fuck what. He’s gone, haven’t heard a goddamn peep.”

You bit your tongue, studying his face, but he didn’t look worried, “Where do we go from here?”

“I’ve got a pretty good fuckin’ idea of where to start first.” He locked eyes with you, giving you a slight smirk. A dangerous one at that, and you knew exactly what he meant.

“Alexandria.” You nodded.

“That’s right.” He averted his eyes to David who was kneeling beside you, able to hear everything.

Negan squinted at you, then back down to him, “Don’t you think you’re a bit too fuckin’ close to my wife? From where you’re sitting, I’m sure you have a great view of her fuckin’ ass, huh?”

David looked shocked at Negan’s choice of words for him, he parted his lips, shaking his head, “No.. Sir. I- I was standing here an-”

“So what? You trying to say her ass isn’t fuckin’ good enough?” Negan barked back to him, kneeling down to his level.

David lowered his eyes from Negan and shook his head, “Sir, I’m sorry. I-”

“Negan.” You said in a pleading tone as you looked down to him.

This was Negan’s way.
There was no right or wrong answer, he just wanted to fuck with David’s head to see what kind of answer he could get out of him.

“Calm the fuck down, darlin’. I’m asking him a fuckin’ question.” Negan smirked at you, before looking back down to the man kneeling for him, “Are you trying to tell me you haven’t even tried looking? Do you not see how good lookin’ she is? If you say no, I think that’s a fuckin’ lie.”

You watched David as his level of discomfort began to rise, he had no idea how to answer any of these questions Negan was throwing at him.

“She’s pretty..” David breathed in a low tone.

“What’s that?! I can’t fuckin’ hear you.” Negan snapped, putting his hand up to his ear in a mocking gesture.
He heard him just fine the first time.

“She’s pretty.” David said again, in a louder tone this time.

Negan put his head back, with a smile spreading across his face as he looked up to you.
You shook your head, wishing that he wouldn’t berate the man like this, but you couldnt help but not mind that Negan did it, watching him be an asshole was always hot to you.

“Hear that darlin’?” Negan chuckled, blinking up at you, “You’re pretty.” He said mockingly.

He suddenly slapped David’s shoulder, making him jump, “Come on, you gotta fuckin’ level with me, she’s fuckin’ hot. I mean, you’d fuck her, right?”

David looked up at him, his eyes wide. This was the question he really didn’t understand how to answer, and he looked down right fearful of saying either answer.
His eyes darted back and forth in his socket as if he was dazed.

Negan snapped his fingers in front of his face, “Simple fuckin’ question.”

David lowered his head again and gave a small shrug, “Uh.. Yes?”

Negan’s bite his lip and sniffed before giving David a nod, “Can’t fuckin’ blame you.. And God knows..” He said as he wagged his finger in your direction, “That girl rides my fuckin’ dick like she’s in the goddamn Kentucky derby.” He praised before he stood back up, glancing over to you.

You felt your cheeks go red and you looked away from him as he continued to talk to David.
You were beginning to think you’d never not blush when he said something sexual about you to other people.

“But at the end of the day, she’s my fuckin’ wife.. So, you steer fuckin’ clear of her. You really don’t wanna fuckin’ have to deal with me.” Negan said as he gave David one last smile.

“Yes, sir.” David nodded, still kneeling.

Negan rolled his eyes and waved his arm, “I’d like to talk to my goddamn wife now. Get the fuck out of here.” He turned to Katherine and Ben, “In fact, all of you, get the fuck out of here.”

Negan didn’t have to say it twice.
As soon as he gave them the orders to leave, all three of them made a great deal of effort to scatter and get out of there as quickly as they could for fear of any of them getting interrogated by him.

Once they were gone he turned back to you with a coy smile.

“You’re an asshole.” You shook your head, trying not to smile.

“I know. But I can tell the little shit wants you.” He grunted, biting his lip.

“Jesus, Negan. Not everyone wants to fuck me.” You said shaking your head.

“Whatever darlin’, figured I’d go ahead and make it fuckin’ clear for him. He seems to be stuck up your fuckin’ ass.” Negan said, rolling his eyes.

If you didnt know any better, you would have thought you saw some jealousy coming out in him.

“Can’t handle it if he has a crush?” You smirked back to him.

He sat Lucille down on the nearby table and lowered his eyes at you, “I can fuckin’ handle it, but he needs to know,” He trailed off as he jerked you towards him, with a firm grip on your ass. You bit down on your lip instinctively, “That this.. Fuckin’ belongs to me. You are mine.”

“Of course I’m yours.” You said slowly as you rested your chin on his chest.
He always managed to smell amazing.
You were enjoying the tender moment that he was allowing you to have.
You peered up to him, with doe-like eyes.
He shifted his eyes down to you, a smirk trying to break through on his angered expression.

“How’s your leg? I know I haven’t fuckin’ asked in a while.” He ran his tongue over his lips.

“Mending. It’s getting easier to walk, so I’m happy for that.”

He rolled his eyes playfully this time, “Darlin’, I used to think this badass attitude was a fuckin’ put on, but I’m starting to be goddamn convinced that you are - In fact - a fuckin’ badass.”

You felt the corners of your mouth tug as you tried to hold back the huge smile that was spreading across your face, “I’ve never put on.”

“Good. That shit doesn’t impress me.” He spoke in a deep tone before turning his attention from you, towards the pool table that stood in the center of the room.
A mischievous smirk came over his face as he stared at it.
He tilted his head back to give you a seductive look before he crossed the room towards it.

You stood behind for a minute as he ran his hand along the edge of the table, you wondered what he was thinking.
He turned and stretched his hand along the side of it, leaning back into it.

“I’ve got a fuckin’ dilemma here.”

You crossed your arms and walked towards him, “What’s that?”

“Well on one fuckin’ hand, I’d love to play a couple fuckin’ rounds with you..” He ran a hand through his hair before slipping his jacket off his shoulders, “But on the other hand, I’m getting fuckin’ hard at the thought of fuckin’ you right here on the goddamn table right now.” He continued.

The words hit you in your sex like a train. You never fucked him on the pool table and the thought of it made you wet.
You swallowed hard as you stood in front of him.

“Do it.” You answered in a tone that sounded like you were begging.

He expression changed into one of satisfaction and he outstretched his hands to your neck.
He was always quick to clamp his hands around your neck tightly, but this time he was gentle.
His fingers wrapping themselves around you gently as he pulled you towards him. But he knew just as well as you did that he didn’t have to force you to come to him.
You came willingly.
He tilted your head up by your chin with his free hand to let his lips meet yours.
You weren’t used to this in the slightest, you had never had a soft kiss by Negan. They were usually rough and dominating and you didn’t mind that, but actually being able to savour the kiss with him was a different feeling; one that you didn’t know you had longed for until it was happening now.

You could feel his beard rubbing against your face with every movement, and you smiled against his lips.
He tightened his grip onto your neck slighty, only to release you as soon as he did to let his hands wander down your body until they found your ass again.
The kiss between the two of you intensified, his teeth finding your bottom lip, tugging it.
You placed your hands on his abdomen, and you could feel his toned body beneath the t-shirt he wore.
He let out a slight grunt as he began to unbuckle his belt quickly, letting it drop to the floor with a CLACK.
You already knew what he wanted and you didn’t hesitate, your hands wandered down to his jeans and worked on the zipper.

You reached inside, placing your hand on his throbbing member.
You worked your hand up and down it, teasing him.
You looked back up to him, his eyes were focused on yours.
You worked your hand on his shaft, watching his cheeks flare as he gritted his teeth.
You loved watching him get annoyed when you teased him, you pumped your hand up and down his cock slowly a few more times.

“Get on your fuckin’ knees.” He growled at you, enunciating his words.

You obeyed and released his member from your grasp and slid down onto the stone floor.
You perched yourself up on your knees, waiting for what was to come next.
Negan reached into his jeans, releasing himself from their confines and let his erection spring forward.
You involuntarily licked your lips, it was second nature to you now, and your mouth watered at the sight of it.
You wondered how it was even possible that his dick looked bigger than before.
He grabbed ahold of your hair and his cock simultaneously and brought you towards it, you opened your mouth and let him slide into you.
You were thankful that he went slow, it was more than a mouthful and too much to handle if shoved in all at once.
You tongue began to immediate work over the tip as you felt him sliding towards the back of your throat.
Negan’s grip tightened on your hair as your tongue and lips worked on his shaft, your head bobbing against his grasp.

“Look at me.” He ordered, suddenly.

As you continued, you tilted your heads upwards until your eyes met his.
He towered over you even more than usual now, and his dark eyes were filled with lust and animal like, much like they always were when you fucked.

“You’re always giving me that innocent fuckin’ look. Let’s see how fuckin’ innocent you look with my dick down that pretty fuckin’ throat, babydoll.” He breathed out as he bucked his hips against your mouth, making his dick slide in even further.
You felt your eyes begin to water as you kept eye contact with him.
Your hand worked it’s way up until it was firmly gripped around his shaft, your head continued to bob up and down on his cock.
Negan bit down on his tongue, as you watched him trying to be polite and not thrust his hips roughly into your mouth. His grip tightened even harder around your hair, pulling it tight against your scalp.

“Fuck, baby.” He groaned out as he tilted his head back.

You kept up a steady rhythm and forced yourself to not stop, you were taking too much pleasure in seeing him start to lose himself while you sucked him off.
For a moment it almost made it seem like he was the submissive one, you were in control of him.
He jerked his head back down to meet your eyes again, and he couldn’t control himself any longer, the grip he had on you now forced your head down even further onto his cock.
You let out a soft moan as you could feel his full length being shoved into you as he thrusts his hips against your mouth a few times.

He finally loosened his grip on your hair and let you free, “Get the fuck up.” He breathed out, pulling his wet cock from your mouth.

You wiped your mouth as you stared up at him.
He bite down on his lip and motioned you to get up with a finger in a “come hither” motion.
Now he seemed more animal than man, and in his eyes you saw only lust.
You raised yourself from your postion, and he grabbed you by the neck suddenly, startling you in the process.
He shot you a quick smirk to let you know it was okay and he pushed you back onto the pool table until your feet dangled over the edges.

He was gonna do it.
He was actually gong to fuck you on the pool table, and it made you hotter than you’ve ever been.
You couldn’t tell if it was because Negan was fucking you on it, or the thought that someone could walk in at any moment and catch Negan fucking you on it, but either of the thoughts made you more wet than the next.
He didn’t waste anytime undoing your pants, stripping them from your body.
Your damp panties clung to your sex with how turned on you already were.

Negan noticed immediately as he ran a finger along of the edge of them, looking down at you, “Goddamn, you’re gonna soak my fuckin’ pool table, babydoll.”

You giggled softly, “I can’t help it. It’s you.”

A cocky smile spread across his face as he pulled your panties down slowly, “I know. This pussy gets fuckin’ wet for me on goddamn command.”

He grabbed you by the hips and pulled you towards the edge of the table as he lowered himself down into his kneels.
You closed your eyes as you smiled at the thought of him kneeling for you, even if it was just for him giving you oral.
Your back began to arch involuntarily as his beard scratched against the inside of your thighs.
You were so glad it had grown back, you missed the way it rubbed against your skin, and the chills that it gave you.
Your hand found it’s way to his thick dark hair, your fingers ran through it, ready to tangle themselves in it at a moment’s notice.

His hands gripped around your thighs tightly as his tongue slowly worked it’s way up and down your wet entrance.
You left out a soft moan as your body began to tense up at his touch.
He was doing his best to drive you insane with his teasing, and he was doing a damn good job at it.
You let out a soft grunt, trying to hold back on letting him know how bad you wanted it, but of course he already knew.
You could feel the curl of his lips against your skin as he smiled wickedly at what he was doing to you.

“Is it too fuckin’ much for you, seeetheart?” Negan purred against your flesh.

Yes.

“No.” You squeaked back and gritted your teeth as his tongue slide inside of you.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.. Why was this man so good with his tongue? You thought to yourself.

He worked his tongue deeper into your pussy, slipping a finger inside of you as he went, and your back arched up even more as you gasped.
Now your hands were the ones gripped around his hair as you pulled him further into you.
You could feel him flicking his tongue against your clit rapidly with his fingers working their way in and out of you, and you began to whimper loudly.
Your orgasm was building up fast and you weren’t even sure how long this could go on, but if felt too good to stop.
You planted a foot firmly on the edge of the table and began to rock your hips slowly, grinding your wetness into his face as his nails began to dig into your thighs, you already knew they were gonna leave some marks.

“Shhhit.” You hissed through your teeth as he switched from the steady rhythm of his tongue to biting you.

It was starting to send you over the edge, and you could feel your climax on it’s way to take over your body, but you suddenly developed a yearning for something else.
It was something that you hadn’t felt in a while and something you didn’t know you’d crave, but you did.

His belt.

“Stop.” You groaned, lifting yourself up.

He pulled his head back suddenly and looked up at you, confusion plastered onto his face, “What the fuck is wrong?” He asked as he lifted himself up off the ground.

You let out a labored breathe and shook your head, “Nothing,” You studied his face as you could see he was sort of annoyed that you stopped him, and you glanced down to the floor to see his belt laying there on the ground, then back up to him, “I want you to use it.”

He raised an eyebrow and ran a tongue over his lips as he looked at you quizzically, “Fuckin’ use what, darlin’?”

You slipped off the table and bent down to pick the belt up off the floor, “This.” You purred as you handed it over to him.

He took it from your hands and a smirk spread across his lips,“ You want me to fuckin’ spank you?”

You nodded back, “Don’t you think you owe me a punishment anyway? I mean, I’m always giving you attitude, right?”

He shook his head and cleared his throat, “You’ve got a fuckin’ point, babydoll. And I’d be a lying motherfucker if I said this wasn’t turning me on as much as it is.”

You bit your lip shyly and turned away from him to bend over the table being completely submissive, revealing your bare backside to him.
Negan ran the belt through his hands as he watched you for a moment, allowing himself to take in the amazing sight in front of him.

“How many?” You asked curiously.

Negan snapped the belt, making you jump, “As fuckin’ many as it takes to get the goddamn point across, babydoll, or atleast until I’m ready to fuck you over this table.”

He stepped up behind you and grabbed another handful your hair, he had his body pressed snuggly against yours, and you could feel his erection rubbing against your pussy.
You had to stop yourself from letting out a moan.
He pulled you up roughly so his lips were next to you ear.

“You better fuckin’ count for me.” He whispered seductively into your ear.

The chills washed over you again as his beard scratched against you, “Yes.” You squeaked, almost sounding desperate.

“Yes what?” He demanded, giving your hair a firm tug.

“Yes, Daddy.” You answered.

“Good fuckin’ girl.” He praised, biting your neck.

You nodded in compliance as he pushed you back down onto the table, holding you down with his hand.
Without warning the belt was brought down on your ass with the all too familiar loud SMACK and your skin stung instantly, but left a tingling sensation that you had learned to love.

“One.” You moaned out, outstretching your hands to grip onto the table.

The belt was brought down on your ass even harder the second time. You gasped as it made contact with your skin, making you jump forward.

“Two!” You cried out.

“Go ahead, darlin’. Let everyone fuckin’ hear you scream.” Negan chuckled as the belt was brought down a third time.

“Three.”

You bite down on your lip hard as the stinging sensation increased, each hit coming down harder than the last, but you were finding yourself getting more pleasure than pain down.
Negan ran a free hand down your body, making chills combine with the stinging of your skin.
His fingers found their way to your aching clit and started to rub circles around it.

“Fuck.” Your nails dug into the table even harder now.

“You fuckin’ like it, babydoll?” Negan grunted, his fingers keeping a steady rhythm.

“Y-Yes.” You struggled to talk.

You felt another sharp pain on your backside, “Yes fuckin’ what? You already fuckin’ forget my name, baby?”

“Yes, Daddy.” You moaned back to him.

“More fuckin’ like it. What goddamn number was that?” He smirked back.

“Four.. Daddy.” You bit into your lip.

“Goddamn, you’re being such a good fuckin’ girl.” He threw the belt to the floor and grabbed you by the hair again, pulling you back up to him so his lips could meet your ear again, “How good does it fuckin’ feel?” He said in a deep tone as his fingers began to slide in and out of you, you could feel yourself dripping.
He was making you as wet as he possibly could.

“So good. You’re gonna make me cum, Negan.” You breathed, leaning your body back into his.

“Of course I fuckin’ am, darlin’.” He whispered pulling his fingers out and running his tongue over them, “If only you fuckin’ knew how good your pussy tasted.” He ran his tongue over his lips.

Without warning his cock was shoved into you roughly, and you cried out as he filled up your pussy all at once.
He thrusted his hips against yours, you already knew you really weren’t going to last long at all.
He had already brought you to the brink of climaxing and it wasn’t going to take much more to send you over the edge completely.
He bite down into your neck and groaned as he continued to pump away at you.
Your moans continued to get louder and it only encouraged Negan more.

“Fuck.. I can’t.. Negan!” You screamed out as your orgasm came over you before you could control yourself.

You screamed so loudly that he had to bring his hand up to your mouth, his fingers digging into your cheek to muffle your moans as he continued to ride you throughout your orgasm without slowing down.
He felt so fucking good inside of you.

“Cum for me, darlin’. Everybody is gonna know who this fuckin’ pussy belongs to.” He grunted back in satisfaction, “How many more times will you cum for me before I’m fuckin’ finished?”

You breathed heavily as your screaming began to die down to a series of moans again, Negan’s hips still grinding roughly into yours.
He had already all but worn you out and he wasn’t even done, but you craved more.

It only took a couple of minutes before you had reached your second orgasm, and it was even better than the first.
The pleasure you were feeling was so intense that it was almost starting to turn into a form of torture.
Negan began to bite down on the back of you neck hard as you whimpered and cried out for him as he kept up a steady rhythm.

“Shit.” He growled against your skin as he wrapped his hands around your waist and pulled you down firmly onto his cock a few more times, “Goddamn, you’re about to make me fuckin’ cum, baby.” He slammed you down hard one last time and you could feel the warmth as he spilled out inside of you.

He grunted roughly as he held you in the postion for a bit longer as he leaned his head against the back yours.
You licked your lips and reached up to wipe away the sweat that had begun to bead on your forehead.
He bit down on your neck one last time before you collapsed forward onto the table, and sighed in a satisfied tone.

“I needed that.” You smiled as you let yourself cool off.

“You and me fuckin’ both.” Negan breathed as he pulled himself out of you and buttoned his pants back up.

Once you composed yourself you stood back up, gathering up your clothes to put them back on, “I’ll never look at that pool table the same way.”

“Good. It needed to be fuckin’ broken in.” Negan smirked, pulling you towards him, giving you a hard kiss.

“Maybe we can play an actual game next time.” You laughed.

“Shit, when I see a pool table I’m just gonna wanna fuck you on it.” He scoffed and had a smug look on his face.

“I’m not opposed to the idea.”

“That’s my fuckin’ girl.”

You leaned against the table, “You’re not gonna kill anyone tomorrow, are you?”

Negan gave you a look as if he was surprised by the question, “How would I fuckin’ know, darlin’? If they cooperate, I won’t fuckin’ have to.”

You nodded back, “Fair enough, but I don’t think Daryl would go back there. If you want my opinion.”

“I don’t fuckin’ expect to find him there. But I appreciate the goddamn input.” He said, putting his jacket back on.

You squinted at him, “Then why are we going?”

“To let them know I’m done being fuckin’ nice. Believe it or fuckin’ not, darlin’, I’ve been fuckin’ merciful to them.” He spoke as a serious look came over his face again.

“I know that it could get worse, Negan.” You lowered your head for a momemt, thinking about all of the things you had seen him do to people since you had been with him, but you knew that there was so much more he was capable of.

The rest of that night was quiet, but there were more men on guard duty than before to keep an eye out for Daryl, and to protect the compound if Daryl came back with more than just himself.
Once you made sure that David and the other two were situated, you retired back to Negan’s room for the night to shower and rest up for tomorrow.
You didn’t know what was going to happen, and any trip to Alexandria made you nervous, but with shit continually hitting the fan your anxiety was at a new high.

“What are we gonna do with the new ones?” You asked as you laid in bed beside him.

He glanced over to you, “Who? Those two fuckin’ love birds, and the prick with a hard on for you?”

You rolled your eyes as he kept insisting that David had a thing for you, and even if he did it didn’t matter to you, “Yes.”

He propped his hands behind his head and looked up at the ceiling, “Might as fuckin’ well, they’re your fuckin’ people, time to give those dogs a little fuckin’ training. I don’t fuckin’ trust them to stay here. I mean, when the goddamn cat’s away-”

“The mice will play.” You finished his sentence for him.

He shifted his eyes to you, “You learn fuckin’ fast, darlin’.”

You nodded and gave a seriously look to him, “I had to.” You said as you ran your fingers along the scars on your body.

Negan watched as his face turned into something you had never seen, it looked like guilt, “I know that you did. I would have fuckin’ stopped it if possible.”

“Shit happens.” You said reassuringly.

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The decision to go with Armin’s more subtle approach was unanimous.

ETHAN DOLAN X READER

The End

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You lay sprawled across the couch at six in the evening, your hand loosely holding the heavy weight of your phone, which hadn’t buzzed for hours. It was your one year anniversary, and Ethan hadn’t so much as bothered to text you. You had drifted into an uneasy sleep when you heard pounding at the front door. Startled awake, you yawned wide and skipped over to the door, rubbing at your eyes as you pulled it open. Through your bleary vision you saw something red…roses?

“Hey, baby,” Ethan smiled brightly.

“E?!” you gasped, leaping into his open arms and burrowing your head into his shirt. Your legs came around his waist, his arms holding you tight as you sobbed into him, Ethan cooing softly and running his fingers through your hair.

“What are you doing here?” you whispered in astonishment as he placed you gingerly back on your feet.

“Surprising my beautiful girlfriend on our anniversary,” he said simply, brushing a thumb over your cheek and swiping off a tear.

“But, wh- I thought you forgot?! You didn’t talk to me the entire day, I-” you stumbled.

“Well, I didn’t want you to know what I was doing, it would’ve ruined it!” Ethan laughed, stepping through the door frame. He moved to the counter and set the roses gently down before turning to look you over.

You hadn’t moved.

“Awe,” Ethan whined, “Baby, I’m sorry. I didn’t realize you’d be so sad,” he said, extending his arms out for you.

You stepped numbly into his embrace, your head spinning.

“I can’t even begin to describe how awful today felt,” you whispered into the crook of Ethan’s neck. “I thought I did something wrong, I couldn’t figure it out, I thought you were thinking of leaving me…”

Ethan placed his cheek against your head, “I’m so sorry, (Y/N), I should’ve told y-”

Suddenly he stopped, his grip loosening momentarily.

“Ethan?” you said, pulling your head up and staring into his hazel eyes, which were fixated distinctly on something across the room.

“What did you do today?” he asked softly.

“I-why?” you said, taken aback.

“Just, tell me,” he murmured, his voice low.

“Um, I waited around for you to call this morning, and when I realized it wasn’t happening, a friend came over and spent a couple hours with me. I had to take my mind off, well, you,” you spoke truthfully.

“Did anyone else come?” Ethan asked, releasing you, and moving towards the couch.

“No? Why? Ethan, what’s going on?”

Ethan scooped low and spun around, holding out a men’s jacket, his jaw clenched in frustration.

“Want to tell me the truth this time?” he said, barely audibly.

Your cheeks flushed pink in embarrassment, “I did. Seriously Ethan, nothing happened.”

“Let me guess,” Ethan said, tossing the jacket down in disgust. “This ‘friend’ of yours came over when he heard we were having problems, that he came to ‘consolidate’ you.”

“Wha-yeah, but that was it, we ate food and watched TV, nothing else,” you said, starting to feel irritated.

Ethan made a move towards you, his hands coming flying to your wrists as he pulled your face close to his.

“God,” he muttered in frustration, his nostrils flaring in anger, “Don’t you see it?”

Your voice trembled as you shook your head pathetically, your grip on reality spinning as you drowned in his overpowering scent.

“I can’t leave you alone, not like this,” he growled softly.

“Ethan, please,” you begged, trying to pry his fingers off of you.

“You don’t understand,” he started, “what it’s going to be like for me when I leave now. The thought that some other guy is going to have his dirty hands all over my girlfriend, the thought of you letting him, the fact that I won’t be there to even stop it, it’s going to consume me, (Y/N).”

“Ethan,” you snapped suddenly, pulling his hands off your wrists, “are you hearing yourself right now?! This guy is just my friend, and even if he tried doing anything I would never let it happen! But the fact that you think I would…t-that hurts.” you said, taking a step back.

“I don’t know, (Y/N),” he sighed in exasperation, “I believe you now, but I’m going to be gone for months, which is more than enough time for someone else to see what I see in you and take advantage of the fact that you’re all alone!”

You froze.

“You’re all alone.”

…You’re all alone

And you were.

You were all alone.

Your mouth fell open, your eyes brimming with salty tears as you shook your head in pain, your lower lip trembling. Ethan realized his mistake, but it was too late.

“(Y/N),” he begged softly, “I didn’t mean-”

“No,” you stopped him, “I get it, and you’re right. You wanted to go on tour with Grayson, and despite the fact that it meant my presence would be replaced with that of thousands of lovesick girls, I still supported you all the while. Because you see, I thought that if you could be apart from me, that I could make the sacrifice too. But you’re right…you have Grayson, & you’re fans, and I have nobody.”

“Baby, I’m sorry,” he gulped nervously, taking a step closer.

A crystal droplet rolling down your cheek, you extended your arm, preventing him from coming any closer, “Don’t.”

“Just, let me-” he begged, his dark locks falling over his forehead.

“We knew the risk we were taking when we decided to stay together despite the tour,” you said, your eyes fluttering closed. “You can’t even begin to imagine how much I hurt without you.”

“I know, (Y/N), believe me, I know. And you’ve been so brave, and so strong…” he replied.

“Have I, though?!” you cut him off, your eyes opening to meet Ethan’s somber gaze. “I break, a little bit more, every day. I cry myself to sleep, wishing you were next to me. I get anxious wondering how much better you are without me. But then I stop, and I remember how happy you are, and that is the only thing that’s been keeping me going. But it’s great to know that you think I would stoop low enough to turn on you after everything we’ve been through,” you gasped, your last few words coming out through a sob, the taste of your own tears prominent as they slipped between your lips. 

Ethan took in a deep breath, his jaw clenched.

You looked him up and down, anger bubbling steadily in your chest.

“Tell me you trust me enough to walk out this door right now, knowing nothing bad will happen,” you hissed quietly, “and I’ll forgive you.”

Ethan’s chest shook softly as he opened his eyes, which were brimming with moisture. His skin glowed under the fluorescent lighting, his lips parted, “I-I want to…”

You shook your head, your arm dropping in defeat, “but you can’t.”

Ethan looked at you with such sadness that it took everything you had to utter your next words, “get out.”

He shook his head frantically, tears rolling down his cheeks, “no,” he pleaded.

“Get. Out.”

“No,” he said with more force this time. “I’m not done.”

“Well I am,” you said, turning your back and walking away from him to hide your immense pain. “I’m done, Ethan.”

“Done with-” he began.

“Done with us,” you finished, holding back the tears that clawed for freedom behind your shut eyelids.

“Wha-” he said, taken aback, “No…no.”

You only shook your head.

“No, I-I can’t,” his voice cracked, his hands coming over his face, “please don’t do this, please don’t.”

“It was a mistake thinking we could do this. I didn’t want to let you go, so I held on to this alternate reality where we were happy, but I should have let go already…” you whispered. “It’s more than just a stupid jacket, Ethan. I’ve been holding you back from doing what you love.”

“No,” he said again, his hand on your shoulder, “please, j-just, talk to me.”

You turned around, your eyes opening, but you couldn’t bring yourself to look at him.

“E, if you care about me, you’ll leave,” you said, staring into the fabric of his tee.

“Look me in the eyes, and tell me you want me to go,” he murmured, his fingers brushing your loose hairs behind your ear. Just the touch of his fingers was enough for you to almost take it all back. You looked into his unblinking hazel eyes, which were inches from your own.

“I want you to go,” you said, your voice unwavering.

You could see his heart shattering into a million pieces, right in that moment.

He turned to move towards the door, and you had to face away to prevent yourself from stopping him. There was the sound of footsteps clacking on the wooden floor, and then the door slamming loudly shut. You raised your head, stunned to see Ethan still standing there.

“No,” he said bluntly, his sadness replaced by anger, “not until I get to talk.”

He advanced on you so quickly that you went stumbling back, your backside hitting the wall.

“I’m not giving up on us,” he growled, pulling close to you.

“This isn’t your choice to make-” you breathed.

He took a final step, his two hands making contact with the wall, his arms caging you in. You could feel his breath on your face, and your heart faltered, your head turning to avoid his eyes.

“You’re right,” he said, “it’s our choice. We’re supposed to figure this out together.”

“Nothing you say will be able to change the truth,” you whimpered, “this isn’t working. We keep trying to hold onto something that’s already gone.”

“DON’T SAY THAT,” he yelled his fists slamming so hard into the wall that you flinched and began crying again. 

You turned to look at him through your bleary vision, “Ethan…”

“Why is it so easy for you to throw this all away?” he hissed, his nostrils flaring.

“Ethan,” you begged, your chest rattling.

“TELL ME,” he demanded, his eyes growing dark, his chest pressing into yours.

You gasped out for air, embracing the tears that came, “IT’S NOT,” you screamed. “I-it hurts…” You sunk to the floor, hitting the ground and burrowing your head between your knees, your cheeks wet. A silence hung in the air, broken only by the sound of your muffled cries.

You knew he was still there, you just knew it.

You blinked at Ethan, crouched in front of you, his lips bent downwards in sadness. He slowly raised the back of his hand to your cheek, his knuckles brushing lightly against your skin, the feeling causing your heart to miss a beat. His hand trailed upwards, his thumb brushing your tears quickly off before skimming across your face and tracing your features softly. Eventually, his thumb came to your lower lip, where he tugged ever so gently. You raised your eyes to his, hating yourself for how much control he had over you. He moved in slowly, his head tilting as his lips gently made contact with yours. A single tear trailed down his bronzed cheek and onto your lips. His right hand held your face firmly to his, his chest heaving softly as he held you like that, and all the time in the world would not have been enough for how long you wanted to stay in his hold. He pulled back a long moment later, his hand falling to his side, his head drooping in understandment.

“What was that?” you whispered.

You could feel him moving away, but you couldn’t bear to watch him leave your side. A moment later, his voice came, barely audibly, from across the room.

“That was goodbye.”

{The Best Man} a Chris Evans/Sebastian Stan Imagine

“Quiet for the best man,” Sebastian said, getting up from his chair and passing the microphone over to Chris.

Chris stood up, smile on his face as he shook Sebastian’s hand. “Well, I gotta say,” Chris started, mischievous grin crossing his face, “I never thought this day would happen,” he joked and she and Sebastian looked at each other and laughed.

“Not because of any other reason than I was convinced that Sebastian would royally screw it up. Don’t get me wrong, he’s a great guy,” he continued, flashing a smile as Sebastian, “but he’s kind of a clumsy dork,” he said as everyone laughed and she couldn’t help but nod along.

“He liked her from the beginning,” he began again, “but he almost blew it. First night that we all hung out, he spilled his drink all over her,” he paused, everyone laughing, “the second night he punched her in the face,” Sebastian put his head in his hands as Chris clapped him on the back.

“But, it got worse,” he laughed, “he tripped over his feet every time she was in the vicinity. Ran into walls. Doors. Trailers. Whatever was near and solid,” he laughed again, clutching his chest, nearly doubled over.

“He was a mess. But he was in love.”

“And in all seriousness, you two,” he said, looking at them, “I couldn’t possibly be more honored to be standing up here, and am over the moon happy for the two of you.”

Sebastian stood and Chris pulled him into a hug. “Take care of your bride. You’re a lucky man to have her.”

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Keeping It Real

Sometimes it was easy. Sometimes it was hard. On those hard days, Jensen and Jared always made it a point to make me smile, even the tiniest bit.

There were times where I would be off to the side, watching as they did their scene. My morning would have started out like shit, arguing with my folks, and then I would have been driving to the set, wiping away at my tears like I was a fifteen year old girl.

Jensen and Jared would form a plan, like the one they did right now, and sometimes it went through, other times they’d get caught and be scolded for it.

One look at Jensen’s face, and that was the end of it. From a look of utter seriousness, too a stifling giggling mess, I turned away from them, my shoulders shaking with barely controlled laughter.

Jensen always made me laugh. Just by looking at him, he’d literally turn my frown upside down. Turn my darkest days into one of the brightest with his dorkiness.

God, I loved that green eyed man. Loved him too damn much sometimes. He always kept things real for me. Didn’t try to soften the ground beneath me, only confirm that it was there and that I was strong enough to walk on it. Him and his weird as metaphors, man.

But I loved him. Even as he turned his eyes to me, that knowing smile on his perfectly full lips, I knew that he knew that I was okay right then and there.

“Just keeping it real, honey,” he would say after making me smile. “Nothin’ is as real as your beautiful smile. The world needs more of it. I need more of it.”

Damn Jensen and his way with words.


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“I thought you said this party was going to be ending soon - In fact, that’s what you told me two hours ago!” You groaned, turning back to look at a very wasted Y/F/N before weaving your way through the crowd in the middle of your living room. 

Y/F/N giggled, stumbling behind you as she watched you continue to pick up the empty red solo cups, dropping them into the garbage bag. “I said it was going to be over two hours ago cos I thought you’d be brave enough to talk to Harry by then!” She shrugged, leaning against you with her head on your shoulder. You froze for a second, glancing around to see if anyone had heard her. “Why’ve you gone quiet? Don’t you know what I’m talking about?” Y/F/N perked up suddenly, before stepping up onto the coffee table as if to make an announcement to everyone. “I’m talking about your undying love for Harry Style-

“Y/F/N, get off the table!” You hissed, smiling sheepishly when a couple people looked towards your direction. Luckily, the music was thumping pretty loudly - Maybe no one heard her little outburst. “C’mon, let’s go to the kitchen. I’ll open a pack of animal crackers for you.” 

“I don’t know why you’re always so nervous when I bring Harry up. He’s just a guy.” Y/F/N snorted, nearly tripping over her heels when you practically dragged her into the kitchen. 

“Why do you always have to bring him up in the first place?” You rolled your eyes, tossing some empty chip bags into the bin. “And he’s not just a guy! He’s.. He’s Harry!” You exclaimed, running a hand through your hair. Sure, it was cheesy of you to say that Harry wasn’t just some ‘guy’, but it was true! It was hard to explain how hard you were crushing on him. 

“You’re just flustered cos you’re getting a lady boner at the thought of him.” Y/F/N teased, humming to herself before popping a cracker into her mouth. “I just want you to be happy, alright? Whenever you see Harry talking to Kendall, it’s like you shut down and go into this autopilot mode where you’re just really sad all the time - And it really gets me down!” Your cheeks flared immediately at the combo of Y/F/N’s complaints along with the thought of Harry and Kendall getting all friendly with each other.  

“Whatever, Y/F/N. You’re lucky I let you have this dumb party at my house in the first place.” 

“The purpose of this party was to get you to talk to Harry! I thought we discussed this!” 

“No, we didn’t! You said we were going to have a small get together! Watch some movies, order pizza - Not invite the entire school!” 

“I heard Harry and Kendall fucked in the bathroom - You could have prevented it if you just started talking to him.” Y/F/N smirked, shrugging once again as she took a swig of water. Well, you were never going to use the bathroom ever again. 

“It’s not my fault I’m not on the same social level as Harry!” You cried out, your eyebrows furrowing in frustration. There was never a moment in which Harry wasn’t surrounded by people, and even making eye contact with him scared the crap out of you. Sure, he knew your name, and he knew you were in a couple of his classes, but that was just about it. “And, I’m sorry, okay? But Harry Styles is never going to know about my crush on him, so you can forget about me ever telling him!” 

“Y/N..” Y/F/N muttered quietly, her eyes flickering to over your shoulder. 

“He already doesn’t know who I am, and I really don’t need you constantly bugging me to talk to him, when you know he already makes me super nervous! Seriously, how can someone be so pretty! You just get so lost in those eyes, I tell you..” You rambled on, Y/F/N’s eyes widening slightly. 

Y/N.” Y/F/N said a little more sternly, clearing her throat. “Behind.” 

“What are you talki-” You turned around, your heart dropping to your stomach when you saw Harry standing by the kitchen door with an empty bottle in his hand. “Oh boy.” You squeaked out quietly, feeling your face growing hotter by the second. 

“Ladies.” Harry greeted, a tiny smirk playing on his lips as he tossed the bottle into the bin. “Yeh should wear your hair down more often, Y/N. Yeh look real nice tonight.” 

“Y-You also.. You’re also.. Looking.. Y-You look good, too..?” You managed to squeak out, Harry letting a small chuckle as he slipped past you to head back to the party. 

“You’re real cute, you know tha’?” 

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Dating Ignis/ Blind!

Here’s another headcanon. Blind Ignis may have a sad story, but he makes me smile to the point of blushing. I really enjoyed thinking about this. Enjoy!


-       He can be very emotional at times. Even though he doesn’t show it on his face, you know him well enough that you can see the signs. “Iggy, talk to me. What’s on your mind?”

-      He needs a little more help but rarely asks. (You help anyways because stubborn Ignis is stubborn)

-       You actually find his stubbornness ridiculously adorable.

-       You love reading to him, even if it’s work related. He finds the sound of your voice soothing.

-       Vision impairment hasn’t hindered his love for cooking. Seriously, he’s still a wiz in the kitchen! You sometimes sit in the kitchen just to watch him go. “Cooking simply takes a good sense of taste…and knowing the difference between hot and cold my dear he’d grin.

- He still manages to crack his cornball puns and jokes. Ohhh the sass is still strong. One of the things that made you fall head over heels for him.

-      He sometimes worries that he has become a burden, but with lots of kisses and endless lovemaking, you literally reassure him that everything is fine. “I-I apologize, y/n…” You cup his cheeks “nonsense, Ignis. You are still perfect and I love you

-      He still has a hard time believing it. (Stubborn Iggy strikes again)

-       You love his scars because they tell a story of someone who is willing to do anything for the person/people he cares most about; even if it meant putting himself in harms way. “Do you really like them, kitten?” You place a gentle kiss on his closed eye  “They’re beautiful

-      He loves when you trace them while you’re cuddled up with each other.

-      Intimacy was difficult at first. Ignis worried that his impairment would slow him down or leave things unenjoyable for you but it was the complete opposite. Your image was etched into his memory before he lost his vision, and with his hearing and sense of touch heightened, the pleasure seemed to double. “You still feel as wonderful as I remember, y/n.

-      Oh how he still wished he could see the look on your face when you’re a withering mess beneath him.

-      Even though he can get around fairly well on his own, he still asks you to guide him. (His excuse to hold your hand all the time. He adores your touch. Not that you’re complaining)

-       You love helping him with his clothes. Buttoning his shirts, adjusting his collar, and even helping him spike his hair!

-       Through everything, he still thinks of your wellbeing first.

-       He feels utterly lucky to have someone like you by his side.

“What has a man like me done to deserve such a loving creature?

Poldark FACE … the boys are back in town! 

Saved by an Angel

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Title: Saved by an Angel

Pairing: Castiel x Reader

Word count: 1,911

Warnings: Angst & Fluff

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The wind blew through your hair as you sat on a bench in the park.  It was delightfully breezy and not too cold.  You had your earbuds in, listening to music as the wind tousled your hair softly.  You dipped your head as a single tear escaped your eye.  As the tear fell you felt a small rush of wind behind you.  You figured it was just the wind so you had ignored it.

You almost fell of the bench startled at the sudden figure that sat down beside you.  You had not seen him before.  You almost got the knife that you had always carried in your pocket out, but you were suddenly wrapped in this man’s arms.  You almost fought the strange man off, but you oddly felt safe.  You wrapped your arms around him, resting your head on his chest.  He had on a trench coat and a suit, but his tie wasn’t on right.  You thought that it was odd, but you liked it oddly enough.

“Who are you,” you whispered thinking he wouldn’t hear you.

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“What?” Y/N raised her eyebrow at Sam in the mirror.

“I said you are so beautiful.” He had a weirdly dreamy look on his face as he watched Y/N go through her morning routine.

“Mmm, yeah my crazy ass bed head, sheet printed face, unbrushed teeth-super hot.”

Sam chuckled as she rolled her eyes at him. “No really, I like watching you do your morning stuff.”

Y/N snorted as she popped her toothbrush into her mouth and tried to ignore the feeling of Sam’s eyes on her. “Oh my god, you are seriously still just sitting there?!”

“Yeah and you’re still beautiful.”

“Oh my god.” She muttered as she went to grab her clothes to change into.

Reaching forward Sam grabbed her waist and pulled her down onto the bed. “Why don’t you believe me?”

“Oomf! I do believe you.” She tried to re situate under his large frame. “But, you pick really strange times to tell me that. Like can’t you wait until I’m pulled together?”

“Nope.” He laughed as she rolled her eyes one more time. “Because it’s true all of the time.”

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Title: Fire Safety Part 2

Character: Patrick Sullivan

Movie: The Accidental Husband

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Warnings: None. Fluff!

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I smoothed out my purple plaid button down shirt with a sigh.

“You wook gorgeous Aunt Y/N!” Eleanor said happily from my bed.

She was dressing Mr. Floppy up for his own date with Barbie.

“Doesn’t Mr. Floppy wook hamsome?” she asked, turning the bunny towards me.

I smiled at her through the mirror, “Yea he does, Ellie,”

She bounced on the bed, giving the rabbit a hug.

The doorbell rang making Eleanor squeal, “I gots it!”

“Ellie, wait!”

Her giggles echoed down the hallway as she ran to the door.

I watched as she jumped up and turned the handle.

“Patwick!” she cheered, wrapping her arms around his leg.

“Hey Ellie!”

I came down the hall, pausing when I saw Patrick.

His smile widened when he looked up at me and I couldn’t help the deep blush that I felt heating up my cheeks.

“Hey Sweetheart,” he greeted.

“Hi,” my voice was barely a whisper.

Clearing my throat, I came closer, ready to grab Ellie who was still attached to Patrick’s leg.

Before I could reach her, he brought a bouquet of flowers from behind his back.

“For you,” he said.

I blinked, not expecting that at all. Even the other men that I had dated never brought me a single flower.

“Oh wow… Thank you,” bringing the mixed bouquet to my nose, I inhaled their fresh scent.

“No problem…. and for you!”

Patrick gave Ellie two daisies.

She gasped and took the flowers. Spinning around, she failed at whispering as she cupped her hand on the side of her mouth, “He’s defwinitely a keeper Aunt Y/N!”

Patrick blushed as he rubbed the back of his neck.

“Let him in, Ellie,” I laughed.

Taking my flowers to the kitchen for a vase, I heard Patrick and Ellie following me, “I’m just waiting for the sitter,”

Just as I said that, my cell rang.

“Hello? Oh? No, no, that’s fine… Alright Mrs. Grady… Yes Ma'am. You have a good night too,” I ended the call.

“Everything okay?” Patrick asked.

“Eh… the sitter isn’t coming. She’s sick. I’m sorry, Patrick.”

Ellie pouted, hugging her bunny.

Patrick perked up, picking Ellie up and resting her on his hip, “No worries Doll face! I get to take two lovely ladies out tonight!”

Ellie cheered, wriggling out of his grasp.

“Imma go get changed!”

When Ellie was in her room, Patrick came around the island and put his hands on my arms, “I don’t mind, so not a word,”

I laughed, smacking his arm in jest.

“You look great, by the way,” he said in all seriousness.

“You do to,” I replied, pushing my glasses up.

He surprised me when he leaned forward and gently kissed my cheek.

Immediately my eyes closed at the feel of his smooth lips.

“I’m weady!” Ellie yelled from her room.

I felt his breathy laugh against my face and I couldn’t help but to bite my lip.

Taking my hand, Patrick led us to the door where he helped us with our coats.

“Ready?” he asked.

We both nodded, following him out the door.
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Eleanor was enthralled with the movie that we were watching. We were the only ones in the theater and with this being her first film that she’d ever seen on the big screen, she was absolutely hypnotized.

Her eyes were wide with awe as the princess danced and sang with the live objects of the house.

I was in awe with Patrick. He had chosen the movie and even though it was geared towards kids, his choice didn’t feel forced.

I had tried to let Eleanor sit in between us, but she wasn’t having that. She did sit next to me though. She hugged Mr. Floppy, swaying in her seat to the music.

“You’re doing really great with her,” Patrick whispered in my ear.

Turning my head from the movie, I gave Patrick a smile, “Thank you.”

He grinned, putting his arm around my shoulders and pulling me to him. He pressed a soft kiss to my temple, then whispered in my ear once more, “Is this okay?”

Strangely enough, it was, “Yes,”

“Okay,” he said, giving me a squeeze.

During the rest of the film, Patrick held me close, occasionally resting his lips on my temple. I literally could not remember the last time that I had felt this comfortable with someone.

Once it ended, we gathered our things and put our coats back on.

“The pwince was so womantic!” Eleanor gushed.

I had been staring at Patrick, “Yes he was,”

He winked at me and I realized that I had said that out loud.

Eleanor wrapped a small hand around two of Patrick’s fingers, holding on tightly. He put an arm around me, holding me close as we began to walk down the sidewalk.

“How about some grub, ladies?”

We both agreed with Patrick, our tummies growling.
°°°°°°
Just as I was about to sit down next to Eleanor, she placed Mr. Floppy down, “Nu uh Aunt Y/N! This is a date and you sit with Patwick,”

Patrick laughed and I raised a brow at her bossy tone, “Is that so?”

Eleanor nodded her head, giving a toothless grin, “Yup!”

Shaking my head, I scooched in next to Patrick, close enough that our thighs were touching.

A young, skinny waitress came to the table, turning the flirt on when she saw Patrick. Both Eleanor and I rolled our eyes.

She completely ignored us, though. “What can I get you, sir?”

He caught on, but he was as smooth as ever. Looking over to Eleanor, he asked her, “What do you want to eat, Ellie Honey?”

Eleanor glared at the waitress, “Mac and cheese,”

Grabbing my hand and putting his other on my thigh, Patrick looked right at me, “What about you, baby?”

I blushed, “Um, double bacon burger, well done and fries,”

Giving my thigh a squeeze, he then looked at the waitress, “I’ll have the same,”

She jotted down our order and licked her lips at Patrick, “Be right out.”

“Wude!” Ellie scoffed.

I snorted and laughed, then looked at Patrick, “Baby, huh?”

He raised a brow, “Problem?”

I gave him a wink, “Not at all.”

He ran a finger over my jaw, “Good,”

Dinner was great and we were stuffed. Eleanor was ready for bed, her yawning and bleary eyes getting itchy.

As soon as we got home, Patrick helped me get Eleanor inside and into bed.

“Good night, Ellie,” he said, kissing her forehead.

“Night Patwick,”

She was out before I could even say good night.

“I had fun tonight,” I told him, once we were back in the living room.

“Me too,”

“Do you think… you would want to go out again?” I asked him, leaning against the wall near the door.

“Of course,” he replied, coming closer to me.

His hands went to my waist as he bit his bottom lip, “Would you mind if I kissed you?”

“Not at all,”

Cupping my cheek and pulling my body from the wall, he held me as his lips slowly and gently moved over mine.

His lips were firm as he pulled back and connected with slow caresses.

I moaned softly, my fingers threading into his hair.

His kisses were quiet, only a slight pecking sound when he would pull back. With his lips hovering just above mine, he whispered, “You’re something else, Y/N,”

“I can say the same about you,”

I felt his smile as he continued to kiss me. Patrick’s hold on me became firmer the more our kiss intensified.

I knew that when I moaned, that this needed to end before we slept together.

“Patrick,”

He pulled back one last time with a gasp, resting his forehead on mine, “I’m sorry,”

Our breaths mingled together, “Don’t be… I just don’t want to ruin this,”

He pushed some hair behind my ear, “Me either, Y/N.”

Patrick continued to whisper as did I; we didn’t want to bust our little bubble, “I better go,”

“Okay… Call me?”

His hand splayed over my neck, his thumb caressing my jaw, “I’ll stop by tomorrow if that’s alright?”

I smiled, “It is,”

“See you, Sweetheart,”

With one last, extremely soft peck, Patrick left, closing the door quietly behind him.

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