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Near Light

Request: Just know it’s sad. And I suggest you listen to Near Light by Olafur Arnalds. (I’m also so sorry this is such shit.)

Word count: 1,770

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This had to be no more than a nightmare.

How could this have happened to you? You’d been warned that people had it out for Samcro but never the extent of what was happening to you. Your husband, Happy, had told you to be cautious because things were going down and you just needed to be careful.

It was always known that when this was said, you do not go anywhere without the escort of a Samcro member, even if it be a prospect. But of course, you being the stubborn woman you are, you’d completely ditched the rules and had gone out alone. You were only out for a grocery run and cigarettes, but in such a short amount of time, everything began to go wrong.

You were sure if Happy found out, he’d be more than murderous and a little upset with you for the fact you’d gone out alone when he constantly begged you not to. The Samcro family was not on lockdown, ever, but it was still cautioned at the time. Apparently, they’d really pissed off some sick people.

Making it to the grocery store, you hadn’t noticed the vehicle that had followed you from a reasonable distance the entire time and even parked a row over away from you but kept an eye on your car. You’d never been so blind and naive in your life and you’ve every right to beat yourself up over it.

You’d gotten the groceries into your truck, packed everything away and had even made it to the tobacco store to pick up a case or two of cigarettes before you even made it home. And you did make it home, into the safety of your walls with armfuls of groceries.

Breaking glass had you alert, dropping the groceries in the kitchen to look at the front door where the glass on it had been broken and a gloved hand was coming through to twist the knob once unlocking it. Your body was frozen in place, stuck where you stood in your home, a gun a mere five feet away in a kitchen drawer for easy access. But you seemingly couldn’t break out of your fear struck stage.

With the front door swinging open and masked men bustling into your home, the sight of their guns seemed to break you, immediately lunging for the drawer but a muffled shot to your shoulder had you screaming in pain and collapsing to the floor. Blood dripping from the wound, soaking your tanned shirt and dripping to the floor as well.

You’d never felt pain so excruciating and this was unbearable in so many ways. Tears streaked down your cheeks, hands grabbing your feet and beginning to tie your ankles together had you becoming aware of your surroundings again. You let out another blood-curdling scream, trying to kick at the male but several more come to his aid, holding you down with ease.

The struggling ceases, along with the screaming as a hand is over your mouth, leaving you a muffled mess. Your hands and feet are tied in quick succession, your body being lifted and quickly carried out of your home but not before a message is left scrawled in your blood on the wall.

Happy only comes home because you’d not been answering his phone calls and seeing your car outside in the driveway settled a fear that was bubbling deep inside of him. But the moment he saw the broken glass on the front door, the door left ajar, the fear settled back in along with anger. Upon further walking into your shared home, he first noticed the message scrawled in dried blood on the wall, staining your white painted walls, a puddle of blood on the floor.


This meant one thing, and one thing only. The club had killed one of Darby’s family members, it being an accidental thing when they’d decided to raid his place.

He was hesitant about asking the guys for help, he’s never liked having to ask for help but he knows he can’t do this on his own. He’s only known you’ve been gone for ten minutes and he’s already feeling distraught, hands wringing together tightly as he paces around your home, looking for any other signs, something to let him know that you’re still alive and he’s not going to be finding your dead body.

Once he’s searched the home twice to only find nothing to help his case, he calls Jax, begs him to get the boys rallied up and headed to his place, that he’ll explain everything when everyone was there.

The sound of motorcycles was heard just five minutes after he and Jax got off the phone, and the first face he sees coming in through the front door is Jax, followed by the others.

Jax opens his mouth to speak but the sight of the blood-scrawled message on the wall has him completely silent for once in his life. His heart is in his throat, swallowing thickly and looking to Happy who’s got tears in his eyes though he’s trying to quickly blink them away.

“Darby.” Jax nods, looking to the boys. “Back on the bikes, let’s go!”

Everyone seemed to move faster than Happy had ever seen them move though he supposes they could say the same thing for him. He’s on his bike with his helmet on in a matter of moments. He’s also the first to leave his yard, the first one down the street, and the first one speeding so much he’s sure he’d be pulled over if the cops cared enough to do so.

It was like he couldn’t even think right, couldn’t focus on one thing other than getting to Darby’s. Everyone knows Darby isn’t very smart and because this is payback, he’s going to make sure that Happy knows exactly where to find his wife; alive or dead.

The drive seems like it takes forever, hours upon hours but Happy’s at Darby’s trailer house on the outskirts of Charming, barely even able to put his bike on its kickstand before he’s rushing the front door.

“Y/N!” He yells, having made it minutes before the boys, pulling his gun from his jeans and kicking the door in with surprising ease. The sight before him, his wife laid out, blood smeared across the floor like there was a struggle.

It all has Happy sick to his stomach, heart dropping from his chest into his stomach as he walks closer to her barely moving body. He can see the small but labored rise and fall of your chest, indicating you’re still alive and you’re breathing.

He drops to his knees, sliding to your side and carefully cradling your body to his chest, a shaking hand ghosting over you, trying to find the source of the blood but there’s so much of it and tears are clouding his vision. He can’t see straight.

“Baby? Baby stay with me, c'mon. I’ve got you, you’re gonna be alright, okay?” His voice wavers, little shakes and breaks here and there and you suck in as deep a breath as you can, your cloudy eyes opening and looking at Happy.

His features are blurry, you can barely make him out but his voice soothes you, the fear that’s settled deep in your chest at the thought of dying. But you’re oddly becoming peaceful at Happy’s close proximity, his voice in your ear as he nuzzles you close.

“H-Happy, no it’s O-okay, I’m okay.”  You cough, blood spilling down the side of your mouth, Happy beginning to rock you gently, not able to stifle the sob that leaves his lips.

You’ve never heard him cry like this, never in your life and it’s beginning to scare you. He couldn’t do this to you, you were going to be okay and he had to understand that.

But he watches as the life begins to leave your body, watches as you go limp in his grip and the rise and fall of your chest halts completely. An animalistic cry leaves his lips, head falling back as he cradles your lifeless body to his chest.

It’s like a hole is being ripped in his chest and his heart is being clawed out viciously. You’d only been married for almost a year, you hadn’t even had your first anniversary as husband and wife.

How could you be taken away so quickly? How could anyone do this to you?

Jax jogs his way up the steps into the trailer house, hearing Happy’s cries and the way he repeats 'no’ over and over. Jax sees your body in Happy’s grip, how he’s gripping at you like it’ll bring you back and keep you with him but you’re already gone.

Chibs makes his way over, hand settling on Happy’s shoulder and squeezing gently. “C'mon, brotha. We need to get her out of here.” He whispers, Happy’s body shaking under his hand as he nods and carefully stands. He carries your body outside to the van when Juice shows up in it, sitting in the back with you in his grip and caressing your hair back gently.


It’s been a week since Happy had found you, a week of not waking up to your face, a week of not hearing your voice, an entire fucking week since he’d last held you in his arms. It’s like a decline in his life like he’s under water and being held under.

He’d not left the house but to help plan your funeral and that was only for a short two hours. He was back at your house, curled in sheets that smelled so deeply of you, face buried in your pillow and crying himself to sleep again.

When it came time for your funeral, he dressed heavily in Samcro attire, pulling his kutte on over his jacket, sliding on his rings and necklace.

Riding to the funeral, he was head of everyone, the boys following behind in an almost practiced sequence, the entire group following the hearse that carried your dead body.

And when your coffin was lowered into the ground, Happy couldn’t help but collapse by the grave and beg you to come back, Jax and Chibs standing at his sides, hands rested on his shoulders as he cries.


Each anniversary, Happy goes out of his way to buy himself dinner and you a large bouquet of flowers and have a candle lit dinner at your grave with you.

No matter what, he won’t miss it for the world, and he won’t let you go.

Sammy’s Gotcha

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Title: Sammy’s Gotcha

Pairing: Sam Winchester x Reader

Word count: 1,078

Warnings: injured reader, fluff

A/N: This was requested by three different people (all anon). I hope you all enjoy this! Feedback is welcomed and appreciated! I love you all so much! <3 <3

For the past week you had been incredibly stressed.  You never gave yourself time to relax.  There was no time to relax, or so you thought.  Realistically, there was time to relax, but you never did.  You wanted to keep going.  You were afraid that if you slowed down your thoughts and feelings would catch up to you.  The thoughts that stopped you for a whole week only two months ago.  It was as if your whole world as going to crash down around you once again.

Sam was always there by your side through it all.  He never failed to see the signs that things were getting bad again.  Sam saw the way you blocked them out.  Sam noticed how you didn’t sleep at night.  He could see that it was only a matter of time before you would snap.

Unfortunately, that day happened to be today.  After the three of you returned to the bunker, you went straight to your room.  Sam and Dean watched you with concerned eyes.  Dean thought it was best to let you work it out yourself, but that’s not how Sam felt.  Sam kept a reasonable distance behind you as you walked to your room.  Sam could hear your sniffles as they echoed off of the hallway walls.  

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[SUMMARY: John receives a call from his boys only to hear something he never thought he would….Sam and Dean had come across a woman that looks exactly like their mother…]


**if you aren’t tagged even though you asked to be its cause some names won’t come up**

John and Juliet.

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46 “Ride me.”
48 “This? This belongs to me.”


Jealousy runs through him as he watches her with Dwight. It’s fucking stupid to feel like that, especially since she told him this morning that she loves him.
Now her head falls back and she let out a small laughter. It sounds like music in his ears and he hates himself for feeling that way. Even when he’d never tell her or anyone else about what’s going in his head.
… and his heart.
“(Y/N), back in the penthouse!” He barks, seeing her wince.
She sends him a glare like he can fuck himself and fuck off, the glow in her eyes inflame a fire in his lower abdomen. Smirking he watches her go, can’t stop himself as he slaps her ass. He snickers quietly as she turns around and shows him her middle finger.
As soon as they reach the penthouse he pushes her in his bedroom, closing the door with a kick of his foot.
“You fucking need to understand something. This..” With each word he goes closer to her, his nose almost touching her as he slides his hand under the skirt.
Harshly he grabs with his glove covered hand her pussy, educing a gasp from her. “This is mine.”
With his index and ring finger he spreads her labia to massage her clit with small circles. Her eyes falling shut and she moans in pleasure, leaning in the touch.
“Say it.” He orders quietly, his dick growing from the sight of her and the heat around his fingers.
“I-I’m yours, Ne-Negan… please.” Another moan falls from her lips.
And fuck, he loves when she starts stuttering, because her head fills with bliss he only can give to her.
“Good.” He praises her before pulling back and she sighs annoyed.
A pout is given and Negan has to hold back not to kiss these perfect lips as he steps back.
Maybe later when she earned it, he thinks with a devilish smirk.
“Now come.” He lies down on the bed, still fully clothed. “And ride your leader.”

Title: I Truly Am Sorry

anonymous requested: can I request something angsty? The reader is Abraham’s daughter and she was in the circle when he was beaten to death. She’s always been broken but after seeing her last family member die before her she breaks completely. She’s with the group in Alexandria and when Negan comes to visit he sees what he’s done to her… and he actually feels some kind of remorse??

Character(s): Negan and Reader (Abraham’s daughter)
Summary: Witnessing your father’s death broke you and the one man that has been haunting your nightmares finally show up for the first pick-up.
Word Count: 1,719
Warning: Angst!!!
Author’s Note: Okay, this idea is absolutely amazing. To the anon who sent this in, thank you so much! I love angst more than I love fluff and smut, to be honest lol. Anyway, get a ready for a whirlwind of tears because it pained me to write a story about Abraham simply because his death hit me just as much as Glenn’s did. I hope you enjoy! :-)

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Summary: Getting the same order every day following the afternoon classes you took at the University, your life had been your education. That is until Kylo, a Barista at Java the Hutt’s cafe, walked into it. Suddenly, your world was stained by love and Kylo’s past, causing everything to change.

A/N: Thank you all for the kind messages and enjoying coffee stains! @cryxlowrites​ and I are more than happy that you guys like it! As always, enjoy and feedback is welcomed!

Warning: None

Word Count: 5.9K+

Tagging: @stressedoutkylo

The next day, you moved silently down the aisles of the local supermarket, walking through the Valentine’s section, trying to think of what Ben, well, Kylo would like. When the two of you had walked back to Java’s from the bus station, you had asked him what he would want you to call him.

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A Marine’s Rescue

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Title: A Marine’s Rescue

Pairing: Gibbs x Reader

Word Count: 1,000

Warnings: a little bit of violence, fluff

A/N: I have some Gibbs fluff for you guys! I hope you enjoy this! Feedback is welcomed and always appreciated. If there’s something you want to see, requests are open!

Gibbs slammed his hands on his desk as he stood up, causing the rest of your team to snap their attention to the Marine.  Gibbs looked around at his team, “tell me we’ve found where they have [Y/N]!”  Gibbs clenched his jaw tightly, his lips forming in a flat line.  He couldn’t let them hurt you; you meant too much to him.

McGee’s eyes widened, “Uh boss.”  McGee wrote down coordinates on a piece of paper, rushing up to his boss.  “I think I found out where they have her.”

“You think,” Gibbs asked, irritated at almost everything and everyone.  He knew having you go undercover was dangerous.  He felt like this was his fault.  He didn’t wait for McGee to answer him.  “Gear up,” Gibbs yelled, already walking to the elevator.  Tony and McGee soon caught up with the Marine.  “I want you both to secure the exits just in case.  I’ll go in by myself to get [Y/N].  That’s an order,” he said sternly.

McGee and Tony nodded as the door to the elevator closed.

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(requested by anon)

Kai Parker x Reader
word count : 2 152
summary : Reader and Kai live together ; Reader has feelings for him and one day Kai brings home a girl.
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Almost three months had passed since Y/N moved to live with Kai. His place was near her college and since she had been a late admission , the dorm had been filled. Kai had offered that Y/N move in with him she had agreed. All her friends had been against it specially Damon, but Y/N ignored them. Truth was she liked Kai and has never been afraid he’d hurt her. He always acted different towards her , nicer though he still got on her nerves some times.

“Morning roomie.” said Kai grinning when Y/N walked into the kitchen in morning still wearing her PJ’s. “Sleep well ? It sounded like you kept tossing and turning all night.”
Kai was leaning against the kitchen counter holding a steaming cup with coffee in his hands. Of course she had been tossing and turning. Thoughts about him kept her awake. Y/N wanted to tell him how she felt , but what would be the point ? It’s not like he felt the same way about her. She sighed taking a step towards the coffee machine to pour herself some coffee when Kai touched her hand getting her attention.
“This one’s for you. Just how you like it - no sugar , no milk.” he said smiling. “I even added nutmeg for you.”
“T-thank you.” said Y/N looking at Kai with curious eyes. “Why are you being so nice ?”
Kai put his hands in his pockets leaning against the kitchen counter again. He was looking at her differently or maybe she was imagining it. Her ‘rommie’ was never this nice to her. Sure he’d make her morning coffee and breakfast but usually by the second minute she had entered the room , he’d be making comments about how annoying it is when she tosses and turns all night , making noises and keeping him awake. Or how she had woken him up coming late from a party at her friend’s dorm room. Kai was getting on her nerves most of the time and a few times she even considered moving out. Except she couldn’t , even if she wanted to. Y/N was in love with him. She hadn’t intended for her crush to turn into this but there was just something about him when he raised his voice during their bickering , looking at her with fire in his eyes that was drawing her towards him. Every little thing he did somehow was able to make her love him and hate him at the same time.
“What are you talking about ? I’m always nice to you.” he smiled at her. “Making your breakfast , looking after you… ”
“Right. Okay.” she said glancing at the clock on the wall. “Damn it , I’m gonna be late! Why didn’t you wake me ?”
“Because I like the sparkle in your eyes when you have slept 8hrs not 5. And you are not going to be late , I’ll drive you.” offered Kai. “Get dressed , I’ll pack your textbooks for today.”
Y/N looked at him suspiciously. Something was definitely up with him… What had been that comment about her eyes ? And how did he know what textbooks she’d need for the day ? By the time she had changed , Kai was already waiting for her with a packed lunch , all textbooks for the day and a cup with coffee to go.
“What are you up to ?” she asked suspiciously when he even offered to carry her things to the car for her.
“Nothing. Why do I have to be up to something?” he smiled putting the keys in the ignition. “Can’t I just be nice to my gorgeous roommate ?”
Y/N glanced at him trying to figure out what had happened to get him to act like this. Before she had time to even being processing what was happening , he parked the car on the college parking lot and went to open her door for her.
“Classes end at 6PM right ? I’ll come pick you up.”
“Um … okay ?”
Kai winked at her and got in his car , driving away while she stood frozen in the parking lot starring after him. Y/N checked her lunch bag and couldn’t help but smile finding a veggie wrap inside.
* * *

Y/N was in the kitchen that evening when she heard the front door unlock. Kai had come home and she was excited to see him again and figure out why he had been this nice to her the past month. She was starting to fall for him even more and a part of her missed their bickering over everything.
“Hey you’re ba-”
Y/N froze on the spot. Her heart broke to pieces when she saw Kai and his arm around some girl’s waist , his other hand caressing her cheek as he was leaning in towards her. It looked like he was about to kiss her.
“OH. I um …”
“Oh hey. Sorry , I should’ve called.” he said casually. “This is Mindy. We met at the coffee place down the street…”
Y/N smiled awkwardly waving her hand in ‘hello’ to the girl. There it was - she had kept quiet and Kai had found someone else. Even though her heart was breaking she was happy for Kai. Now she knew why he had been so nice to her - because he had started falling for someone. It made sense , love changes people. Maybe this was his chance to become better. Y/N felt her eyes starting to water and she knew if she didn’t go away he’d see her cry and thats the last thing she wanted. She cared too much about him to ruin his evening like this.
“Well , um … have fun. I .. I’ll give you some privacy.” she said quickly walking past them and locking her bedroom door behind her. Y/N slided her back down against the wall next to the door until she was sitting on the cold floor , her hand covering her mouth trying to muffle the sobs. A few minutes passed and there was a knock on her door. She ignored it , trying not to let the sobs become audible , but she lived with a vampire…it was pointless.
“Y/N ? What’s … whats going on ? Are you OK?” Kai’s voice came through the door. He sounded worried.
“Yeah , I’m fine. Go back to your date.” she said trying to sound confident.
“I can hear your heartbeat. You are lying.” he said. “Talk to me , please.”
“I am not lying. Just … go back to Mandy or whatever.”
“Y/N…. Open the door or I will kick it in.” he said twisting the door knob.
There he was. The Kai she knew and fell for , the one who didn’t accept ‘no’ for an answer and always got what he wanted.
Y/N reached her hand up , unclocking the door.
Kai pushed it open , glancing around the room searching for her until he saw her - her knees brought up to her chest , red puffy eyes with a trail of tears on her cheeks but what got to him the most was that she was avoiding his gaze completely. He sat on the ground next to Y/N , his eyes focused on her.
“What happened ?” he asked. “Did someone hurt you ?”
Silence. Kai didn’t like seeing her like this , and he hated the thought he might be the reason for it. Y/N wouldn’t even look at him. He tilted her chin towards him until her eyes met his.
“Tell me.” he asked softly.
Y/N couldn’t take it anymore. How can he not know what the reason for her being like this was ? As if it wasn’t obvious. She slapped his hand away and then slapped him hard.
“Ouch ! Aghhh …” he said rubbing his cheek.
“That was for bringing a girl to our home.” she said angrily , getting up and heading into the living room with Kai on her tail. He grabbed her hand blocking her way. “Let go of me.”
“Why would you care if I bring a girl home or not ?”
“I don’t care. You can do whatever you want.” Y/N replied.
Kai smiled to himself. “You slapped me for bringing a girl to our home because you don’t care ? That makes no sense , Y/N.”
Y/N tried to come up with an answer but came up with nothing. Kai had pushed her buttons a little too hard this time.
“Because I … … UUGHH!” she groaned , storming into the kitchen with Kai right behind her. He grabbed her hand making her spin around so suddenly she bumped into him.
“Y/N … ” he whispered, his eyes meeting hers. For a long moment they just gazed into each other’s eyes. Kai’s palm brushed gently her cheek and Y/N leaned in towards it. “You like me.” he said smiling , listening to her heart beat change. “That’s why you are so upset. You are jealous…”
“I am not upset.” said Y/N pushing him away , taking a step back from him turning towards the fridge. She opened the freezer , getting the chocolate ice cream box out. Kai swiftly took the ice cream from her hands putting it back in , his smile getting wider by the second. “I want my ice cream. Give it.”
She tried to open the freezer again , but he kept the door closed not taking his eyes off her as she struggled to open it. Kai didn’t need vampire hearing to know she lied about being upset. Whenever something wasn’t going right for her , she’d reach for the chocolate ice cream. Always. And she hadn’t denied liking him or being jealous.
“Ugh !” she groaned in frustration.
“Do you know why I brought that girl home ?” he asked suddenly serious , his fingertips trailing their way from her shoulder to her fingertips , intertwining them with his. Kai could feel her shiver under his touch , her heart starting to race. “Because I wanted to figure out something … and now I know.”
“To figure what out ?” said Y/N quietly , her heart beating so fast as if about to leap out of her chest. She was starting to get lost in his smoky blue eyes just like every time they fought except there was no fire in them this time, there was something else.
“How I feel about you.” he said smiling , slowly leaning in towards her. “I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you. Every night for months now I toss and turn in bed until I sneak into your bedroom to watch you sleep and when finally I do fall asleep you are still there. You are everywhere. It’s like you’ve gotten into my blood stream or something.” he said stroking her cheek for a moment. “Arhhh … Emotions are hard…”
“Wh-what … what are you trying to say ?” said Y/N , a small smile on her face. Kai had sneaked into her bedroom to watch her sleep. If it was someone else , she’d probably think it was creepy but when it comes to Kai it felt different.
“I think … I am in love with you.” Kai’s lips almost touched hers as he said it.
“You have a very .. interesting way of figuring things out.” she whispered.
“I’ll make it up to you.” he whispered gazing longingly into her eyes for a moment before his lips crashed against hers , scooping her up into his arms. Y/N’s hands moved towards his neck , pulling his face closer to hers. Kai seated her onto the kitchen counter , her legs hitching around his waist as his lips kissed her jaw line. “I love you Y/N.” he said softly into her ear while her fingers tangled in his hair.
Kai rested his forehead against hers, Y/N’s fingers brushing against his scruff. Both of them smiling widely. His eyes were glowing and everywhere he touched her it felt like electricity coursing through her veins.
“I love you.” he repeated , listening to her heart skip a beat at his words. “I love everything about you - the way you crinkle your nose when you don’t like something. How your eyes glow every time you smile. The way you furrow your brow when you are thinking. I love every little thing you do. I love you.”
Y/N was at a loss for words. The evening had taken a very different turn. Kai kept looking at her, a little nervous waiting for her to say something but how could she put everything she felt towards him into words ?
“I love you too Kai.” she said. “I love you more than I can put into words.”
“So you forgive me for … hurting you earlier?” he asked smiling.
“I … I don’t know.” she pretended to think about it. “I may need more convincing…”
“You are so mean.” he teased , his lips colliding with hers again. “How about now?” he whispered. Y/N shook her head and he kissed her again and again , taking away her breath completely.

MASTERLIST March / April 2017

prompt: @overlordred: Hi! I’m pretty new to your blog but I’m just in a rapture over it and have reread a lot of your guy’s stuff. Do you think for your MOWP you could do a one shot with a plus size reader and Sebby where they’re in the same circle of friends and they like each other but when Seb asks her out she has a REALLY hard time believing it?? I understand if you don’t wanna do it or it takes you a while to get to it. Thank you so much for this amazing project!!

warnings: just sad, overall. Might have a part two, not sure.

author’s note: Having a bad night, saw this and thought I would tackle it. Anxiety sucks. A Lot. 

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Imagine Chris discovering just how much you love him. (Part A)

A/N: Part 2, yo! I had to split this up into three letter parts, ‘cause I just couldn’t stop writing? 😂 You can read the related mini-series and the previous parts here: (Mini-series - Masterlist; Mini-series Spin-off: ‘Unexpected Reader’, ‘Little Ways Away’, and 'She Said Yes’ - Masterlist; ‘Miss Graduate’: Part 1) Hope you like it ❤️

After a celebratory dinner with yours and Ava’s families, the four of you- you, Chris, Ava, and Sebastian- headed to a popular Los Angeles nightclub downtown to celebrate the way the four of you knew how; with dancing, and a lot of cocktails, though Chris avoided the latter as he was the designated driver. Both Chris and Sebastian told you and Ava they’d buy you all the drinks you wanted; Sebastian’s wallet was safe as Ava wasn’t a big drinker, but you- on the other hand- took Chris’ offer very seriously. All the times you had to turn down drinks because you had class, or work the next day- well, you made up for it tonight. You were lucky because you had a loving fiancé, his best friend, and yours to look out for you while you got absolutely hammered; and they were lucky because you were a happy, chatty drunk. But still, at 2:57AM- Chris cut you off and called it a night, dropping Sebastian and Ava off at your apartment before driving the two of you back to his house. But not without going upstairs to grab a few things first, the notebook you gave him earlier that day included.

“And we’re home,” Chris turned to you as his car pulled to a stop. He chuckled when you gave him a toothy grin; your glazed eyes told him exactly just how drunk you were. “Okay, darling. How about we get you an Advil and put you to bed before you pass out?” He suggested. “Don’t touch anything,” he instructed when he saw you reach for the door handle; you pressed your lips together and withdrew your hand in a childlike manner. “Just-” he chuckled softly, “let me take care of your drunk ass, please.”

He got out of the car as you huffed, “I’m not drunk,” crossing your arms over your chest. You watched as he walked around the front of the car to your side, opening the door for you. You looked up at him and titled your head in confusion when you saw him holding out his set of house keys for you.

“You hold them, Y/N,” he spoke slowly, trying not to smile as he patronized you. “You use keys to-” You cut him off, snatching the keys only to drop them on the floor of the car. Chris laughed and you pouted, realizing you were disproving your earlier statement. “Here,” he swept them up off the carpet and pushed it back into your hand. “You hold on tight,” he told you as he tucked one arm under your legs and wrapped the other around your back, “to me and the keys. Okay, my love?”

“Wheeee,” you giggled when Chris scooped you into his arms. Your arms wrapped around his neck and he laughed as he closed the car door with his foot, walking the both of you to his front door. “I’m glad you’re here, Cap,” you slurred your words. “'Cause I don’t think Chris would be able to carry me, he’s not as strong as you are.”

“I don’t know if I should be flattered or offended,” Chris joked, earning another toothy grin from you. “I knew I should have given you a limit instead of setting you loose. I should’ve listened to your mom and kept you away from the Long Island iced tea, or should I say teas?” You nodded then laughed, though you understood about twenty percent of what he was talking to you about. “How many did you have again?”

“Mm…” You hummed as you pondered, counting the fingers on your hands. “I think two plus three minus two. So…” You stared at your hand, earning another rumble from Chris’ throat. “Three? I had three iced teas and they were very delicious,” you hiccuped then giggled. “About as delicious as you, Cap.” You booped his nose, drawing a soft chuckle which turned into a shoulder shaking laugh when you said, “but don’t tell my fiancé I said that.”

“You got it, doll,” he smiled. “We’ll keep that one between you and me, out of respect to your fiancé’s ego. Just out of curiosity, who would you rather marry? Me, or Chris Evans?” He asked you. “Okay, think you can manage to unlock the door?” He beckoned his head at the keys in your hand and you leaned forward to fumble with the lock. “I can put you down and do it if you want.”

“I’d marry Chris Evans in a heartbeat,” you answered his first question as you successfully unlocked the door. Chris seemed slightly taken aback by your quick answer, and before he could ask for a reason- you explained your decision, “he’s perfect. I know he’s not an Avenger, and he doesn’t spend his time saving lives around the globe and protecting earth from aliens and super villains. But,” you emphasized, then paused and smiled as you continued. “It doesn’t matter because he saved this life,” you pointed to yourself, poking yourself in the nose. “He saved me. From myself, from loneliness, from…” you sighed with a smile. “Just- he saved me from all the bad in the world. So yeah, I’d marry Chris Evans in a heartbeat.”

Chris smiled at the honesty and sincerity of your answer, an answer he loved because you’d said all that while you were drunk off your face. Like you’d told him numerous times before, and wrote in your mini series- “drunk minds always speak for a sober heart.” Of course he knew you loved him, but it was always nice to know how much. “He’d marry you in a heartbeat too,” he leaned forward and kissed your forehead.

“Who?” You quizzed as Chris walked the two of you inside, kicking the door shut with his foot. The noise woke Dodger, drawing him out of the living room and into the hallway. “Dodger!” You squirmed and Chris lowered you to your feet, grasping your arm and stabilizing you when you stumbled in your heels. “Hi buddy,” you sat on the floor, hugging the pup.

“Keep her preoccupied, bud,” Chris told Dodger, his hand on the front door handle. “I’m just going to grab our things, okay? Please don’t be like the you in the story and break things,” he smiled when he heard you giggle. “I’ll be right back. Watch her like a hawk, Dodge.” With that, he walked back out to his car to grab your overnight bag and the notebook.

Oh, that notebook. Chris was excited to read it. As tired as he was, he was going to read it all before he went to sleep. The entire night, the possibilities of the content had been playing in his mind. He remembered you telling him that you started working on it before he knew your name, so it was going to be interesting to see the difference in your writing as your relationship with him progressed. That, and he just loved reading anything and everything you wrote. You had a way with words that spoke directly to his mind, his heart, and his soul. You were a drug he’d fallen victim to, except you were the good kind that did him no harm.

“Babe?” Chris called when he came back into the house to find you and Dodger no longer where he’d left the two of you. “Please don’t be in the kitchen picking up a broken glass.” He mumbled as he headed into the kitchen, letting a sigh of relief escape his lungs when he didn’t see you there. “Dodger?” He called with hope he’d bark, but nah dah. He made his way upstairs and after looking in his study and the guest room, he found you in his bedroom. You were fast asleep; Dodger was under your arm with his head on your stomach. “I knew I could count on you, bud.”

Chris walked over and gently lifted your arm, beckoning Dodger off the bed so he could lift you and tuck you under the covers. Once he did that, he took your glasses from your face and set them down on your bedside table. He kissed your forehead then turned off the lights, sliding your heels under his bed so you wouldn’t trip over them when you woke up. “It’s okay, you can get back up.” He told Dodger, who quickly rejoined you on the bed. “Look after my girl for me,” he instructed his best friend then exited the room, quietly closing the door behind him.

Chris had a shower in the main bathroom, rather than his ensuite as he didn’t want to disturb your much needed sleep. You were going to wake with a terrible hangover in a few hours, he didn’t want to speed up a process that would only torture you. He slipped on his bathrobe then settled on his couch with the notebook in his hand. He was both excited and nervous. There could only be good things about him, right? Surely you wouldn’t give it to him if what was inside was something terrible. He shook his head with a smile when he realized he was a lot like you when it came to overthinking, perhaps that was why the two of you worked.

Carefully, Chris flipped open the front cover of the notebook. On the first page where a little detail box asked who the book belonged to, you wrote in a blue with your perfect handwriting: “Chris Evans: actor, director, and an inspiration.” Under that, scribbled in a red and dated the day after you spent the night with him for the first time: “also, the greatest love I will have in this lifetime and any lifetime after.” Chris’ smile reached his eyes as he ran his finger over your words, silently agreeing with you. It was too early in the notebook to start crying, but his vision was starting to get a little blurry already. He rubbed his right eye with his finger, remembering what you told him about what tears meant depending on which eye it came out of first; the right eye was happy, and the left eye sad. He turned the page and came to one titled 'Introduction’, his hand smoothed over your penmanship and he smiled. He took a deep breath then started to read.

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Part 2B

too much too handle

pairing: wonho (shin hoseok) x reader
genre/warning: no warning. angst.
word count: 441
description: based on monsta x’′s ‘beautiful.
a/n: gif cred. @ wonhobe

Wonho throws off his covers and swings his legs over the side of the bed. Sleep evades him, kept at bay by the memory of you. Every time he closes his eyes, he sees you. The way your hair sways when you walk, the curve of your body, the slight smile you give whenever you catch him looking. It drives him crazy. You are so beautiful, but you are also so unattainable. 

He has to let you go, but he’s addicted. Whenever you walk into the room, your scent ensnares him. Your touch sends spasms through his body. The remembrance makes him shudder. There is no way he’s going to be able to sleep tonight. Instead, he slips out of the dorm and is heading to your place before he even realizes where he’s going. He stops on the street and glances up at your window. The light is on. You’re home and awake. A war rages in his mind, but in the end, he finds himself standing in front of your door knocking.

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[SUMMARY: Negan comes across Ricks group and finds his wife Lucille, who he thought was dead. But when he finds her, his heart breaks all over again when he learns she has amnesia and is now with Daryl.]


Negan and Lucille.

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Savior- Bucky Barnes Imagine

Word count: 1522

Warnings:fighting, physical injuries and swearing.

A/N: I’m still without my computer so I’m writing from my phone. Send your request and check the prompt list!

James Buchanan Barnes, also known as Bucky Barnes or maybe you know him as the Winter Soldier. I first met him in Washington, he was about to shot Steve Rogers, my best friend and my only family in the entire world. Steve was knocked out on the ground and I stepped between his body and the super soldier. He looked me with his eyes filled with rage and hate. He had beautiful eyes. He was pointing at me with his gun.

“Wait! He’s your friend, Steve Rogers. You’ve known him since you were a child. You are James Barnes, he calls you Bucky. Please don’t hurt my friend, he’s everything I’ve got left” I begged him mercy, he ran away furious.

That was the last time I saw him, two years ago. Then Sharon texted me an address. I showed it to Steve and his face glowed. It was the most likely place where we could find his bestie. It was a building. We entered in an apartment, very organized. It was a book over the fridge and Steve took it, I turned around and almost had a heart attack. It was Bucky looking at us in silence, he had a red t-shirt that made him look pretty handsome. I was about to draw my gun but my partner stopped me.

“Do you remember us?” He spoke quietly.

"You’re Steve, I read about you in a museum. I don’t know who she is, she stopped me from killing you” he said without any possible feeling.

“She’s agent Y/N Y/L/N. You can trust her. We need to leave now, people are coming to take you but they’re not thinking in taking you alive. I know you’re nervous. Nobody has to get hurt” Steve was so kind but strict at the same time, no wonder why he is captain.

“It doesn’t have to end in a fight Sargent Barnes” I said looking at his deep eyes.

"It always ends in a fight” he said taking off his gloves and that revealed the cold silver metal underneath.

A grenade came from outside the window, Bucky kicked it and Steve covered it with his shield. A man came from the window and grabbed me from behind, I managed to punch him in the right places and he fell down on the ground. Someone shot at Buck but he shield himself with his vibranium arm, one bullet bounced off and ended up in my arm. I cried in pain and Bucky looked at me worried.

"We need to get out of here. Now!” I kicked the damn door and a few german agents flew with it.

It was so many agents to me, Bucky and Steve followed me and helped. I shot at some but Steve didn’t want anyone to get hurt. Bucky was irrational, he was trying to survive without thinking of the costs. He threw a man and almost die from the fall but Steve caught him right on time.

“Cmon man!” He yelled at his friend. I was laughing.

Buck kicked a door and threw himself outside the window. I watched him from the window and saw a big black cat jumping from the roof. The cat was actually a man in a costume. Another vigilante, I thought. I jumped trying to stop him from killing James. The man in the black cat suit was fighting Bucky. I shot at him but nothing happened. Vibranium. It was the only way. Nat gave me a thing that was like a small grenade that sticked to your body and gave you enough electricity to be down for two minutes. I threw it at the man and he fell down. I grabbed Bucky by his metal arm and ran with him. He let go of me, of course. Man from the 40s, would never let a woman have the control of the situation. I saw a big fall from the roof we were to the floor, he noticed I was a little big scared so he took me in his arms and jumped. We arrived safely and kept running. Bucky grabbed a motorcycle and I jumped with him to get in it. I don’t know how but the cat suit guy made us jump off the motorcycle, we were surrounded. Steve, Sam, Bucky, this crazy ass guy and me were pointed at with like 200 guns. War Machine, aka Rhodes, arrived and called us criminals. The man in the suit took off his helmet and showed himself, he was prince T'Challa, from Wakanda. He was staring at me, with a disappointed look.

“Your highness” Rhodes said.

We were taken to the Joint Counter Terrorism Center, where Everett K. Ross was waiting for us. He was like the boss of everyone, including my dear friend Sharon Carter. I was the only handcuffed, Steve was sitting next to me worried as hell. His best friend was accused of murder and he couldn’t do anything about it. Sam was arguing with Sharon about his bird suit. I was lost in my thoughts when secretary Ross spoke directly to me.

"Any questions miss Y/N?” He inquired.

“Why am I only one handcuffed?” I raised my wrists in order to show my question.

“You hurt the new king of Wakanda with an electric device. That makes you dangerous” I was pissed.

“Really? Dangerous? Steve is a super soldier that survived for like 100 years. Sam is a ex soldier with wings and hurt the king T'Challa as well” Tony rolled his eyes.

“Oh god Ross. Remove her handcuffs please. She will be hours complaining. Oh look the interrogatory started” A guard removed my handcuffs and I could see the interrogatory room from a screen.

He was sitting in the most awful chair ever. It was like a cell. I was feeling super sad for him, everything he had gone through and there was people trying to screw him up. Suddenly the power went out. I panicked, Sharon whispered to me where he was. Sam, Steve and I ran to his rescue. The golden trio. I walked into a destroyed room. The interrogator was lying on the floor. There was no sign of Bucky so far. He came out of the blue and grabbed me by my neck and pulled me up the wall. He was not letting me breathe. I looked for mercy in his eyes but it was pointless. I looked around and saw a red book with a black star on the floor. He was brainwashed again by this dude. Steve broke a piece of concrete in his back. He let go of me and I could breathe again. Sam was talking to this mysterious guy while our frozen friends left the room fighting. Sam was angry at this guy. I stood up next to him.

“What did you do to him?! Why?! ANSWER ME DAMN IT” I was furious, Sam knew it and stepped back.

“Mission report, December 16th, 1991” he gave me a quick smirk. Oh he was so screwed.

I punched him in the face so hard I knocked him out. Sam was impressed and we left to follow our winter pal. Steve had fallen down the elevator so Sam went to help him and I chased Winter. He was fighting everyone but no one seemed to win the fight against Bucky, not even Tony, Natasha, agent 13 or even T'Challa. He was going upstairs but I stopped him.

“Bucky, you know me. You can trust me. Remember. Remember your life, remember Steve, your days in the army. Sargent Barnes, James. Just-” I think he enjoyed the fact of choking me.

He lifted me up from the ground. His eyes were lost, he didn’t feel anything. He was lost. I just wanted to save him. He punched me in the face and everything went black. I felt like falling without fear, like there was nothing to fell on, like I was flying. My body finally got relaxed after a hellish week. I woke up on the cold floor of a garage, Steve was next to me and as soon as I saw him, I started crying. He hugged me very tight, like he always did. He was running his fingers through my hair, trying to calm me down.

“Steve… I-I’m so sorry. I’m so damn sorry. I couldn’t save him. I couldn’t save your best friend. I’m sorry ” I cried.

“You did save him. He was acting like the winter soldier and you tried to pull Bucky back. You helped” he made me stand up and lead me to another dirty and cold room. “Buck, she’s Y/N. your savior”

Bucky was sitting in front of me, looking down at the floor. When he looked up at me, his face changed. He smiled and that smile melted my heart. His face made me want to know everything about him. Steve called me his savior but that smile and those eyes could save me whenever he wanted.

“Thanks for saving me doll” Doll, oh my god. I was 100 percent sure I believed in love at first sight.

Who Hurt You (Part 3)

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Title: Who Hurt You (Part 3)

Characters: DiNozzo x Reader, Gibbs, McGee

Word Count: 2,343

Warnings: angst and fluff

A/N: I think we’re all ready for another part to this tale! I think my brain is well rested after yesterday! I hope you all enjoy Part 3!! I love you all so very much! <3 Feedback is welcomed and appreciated!!  PART 1PART 2

By the end of the work day, everyone felt more relaxed.  Except Tony, who wasn’t willing to believe that you were out of the woods just yet.  He didn’t make it obvious that he was still concerned about you.  It was almost 8 p.m. and you had left ten minutes ago.  Tony grabbed his coat, throwing it over his shoulders.  He knew following you this time was better than sitting by and waiting to see the result.  He knew in his gut something wasn’t right about tonight.  He rushed to the elevator, getting to his car as quick as possible.  His gun holstered at his side, he started his car, heading to your apartment.  He was surprised that he wasn’t stopped for speeding as he pulled up to your place.  There was still a light on, but he saw two shadows in the window, not one.

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You and I

Fluff and smut.
Credit to Gif maker/owner.
Based in the song “You and I” by Lady Gaga

It’s been a long time since I came around
Been a long time but I’m back in town
This time I’m not leaving without you

No one will ever truly understand why you left. You will never truly understand yourself. Your gut told you you had to leave so you did. Now as you walked down the familiar sidewalk to downtown charming you felt at peace. True inner peace. You were not leaving this town again. Not without the man you love more than anything.

You taste like whiskey when you kiss me, oh
I’d give anything again to be your baby doll
This time I’m not leaving without you

Back then you couldn’t get used to the lifestyle. The constant runs. The sea of trashy crow eaters constantly hanging over your man like you didn’t exist. It’s been two years and you’ve grown more as a woman. You were here to take back your man and never leave him again. But how would Filip Telford feel when he saw you? You broke his heart when you left. You’d spend your lifetime making it up to him if you had to. Thinking about Chibs made so many warm memories come to mind. You could almost breathe his scent again. Your thoughts intoxicated by the smell of leather and whiskey you remember so well.

It’s now or never. You got back up and walked to your bike. Chibs helped you pick it out when you decided on a whim you wanted one. It used to terrify you but now you couldn’t imagine not riding. You put your helmet on. You had one destination. Teller-Morrow where the Sons of anarchy reside. Where you would get your old man back.

You pulled in and parked your bike to the side. Knowing the sound would stir people. You looked up and spotted him instantly. His hair longer than you remember. He was working on a bike and talking to best friend and coworker Juice Ortiz. You walked up from the side so he wouldn’t see you immediately. Juice spotted you and froze. He panicked with the thought about how Chibs would react to seeing you. He wasn’t the same since you left. He didn’t know if his friend would be excited or more hurt. You begged him with your hands not to say anything. So he went back to working in the bike.

“What does a lady have to do to get some decent bike service around here?!” You say in play disgust.

You saw his body freeze as he recognized the voice immediately. But he didn’t turn around right away. He looked at Juice who excused himself to leave them alone.

“Hello Filip.” you decide to say more normally.

He turned around and you saw the tears forming in his eyes. You weren’t sure if his tears were from the sadness you caused him. Or the happiness of seeing you. Thankfully at this moment. It was the latter. He took a good long look at you. You were more beautiful than he remembered. Your (y/h/c) hair had grown down past your shoulders. Your body had filled out and your curves were intoxicating.

“(Y/N).” he whispered. He was afraid saying your name out loud would make you less real. “Lass, is it really ye?”

“Yes love. It’s me. Can we have lunch? A drink? Catch up? If that’s OK. If your old lady wouldn’t mind of course.”

“I don have an old lady. Not since ya left. I knew I wouldn’t be happy with anyone else. So I didn’t even botha. I only told ma brothers I had moved on. But never truly.”

That stung your heart. But you knew he didn’t mean anything bad by it. He was just being Filip. True and honest.

“Aye. Come on lass. Let’s get a drink at the Clubhouse”

He said, “Sit back down where you belong
In the corner of my bar with your high heels on
Sit back down on the couch where we
Made love the first time and you said to me,”

(Something), something about this place
(Something), something, ‘bout lonely nights
And my lipstick on your face
Something, something about
My cool Nebraska guy
Yeah, there’s something about
Baby, you and I

You were on your second shot. You felt the alcohol warming your insides. Making you relax more. You were ready to pour your heart out. “Filip… I… I’m sorry for leaving you the way I did. It was childish. And immature. And I love you so much. And there was never anyone else in my life either. I knew I wouldn’t love them like I love you. And I know, I don’t expect you to just take me back or if you even want that.” You rambled and rambled and he just started deep into your (y/e/c) eyes that he missed so much.

It’s been two years since I let you go
I couldn’t listen to a joke or a Rock and Roll
Muscle cars drove a truck right through my heart
On my birthday you sang me “Heart of Gold”
With a guitar humming and a no clothes
This time I’m not leaving without you

“Lass.” he tried to interrupt you but you kept on rambling.

“(Y/n).” he tried again but by this time your calmness you had when you arrived went all out the window. You were anxious and wouldn’t stop talking. He finally had enough and shut you up by planting a soft kiss on your lips.

“Can I speak now lass?” you nodded as you tried to process the shock of the kiss.

“I won’t lie and say I wasn’t praying for ye to return one day. I won’t lie and say you didn’t hurt me. I won’t lie and say I was afraid you’d never come back home. But I understand why you did it. I couldn’t devote myself to ya back then. Things have changed. If you decide to stay…”

This time you shut him up with another deep kiss.

“I don’t expect us to be back to the way we were over night. But I can tell you right now, IF I ever leave Charming again. I won’t leave without you.

He said, “Sit back down where you belong
In the corner of my bar with your high heels on
Sit back down on the couch where we
Made love the first time and you said to me,”
(There’s something), something about this place
(Something), something, ‘bout lonely nights
And my lipstick on your face
Something, something about
My cool Nebraska guy
Yeah, there’s something about
Baby, you and I

Juice and the guys walked in the club house. He must have told them you were here and they came to make sure you weren’t further destroying their brothers heart. Instead they found you both lip locked at the bar. Jax motioned for everyone to leave again. He wanted you guys to have your privacy.

“Chibby, you still have a room here at the club house?”

“Aye lass”

“Make love to me.” you said. He needed to hear no more. He jumped off his stool and pulled you off of yours. He picked you up and you wrapped your legs around his waist. He carried you away and down the hall to his room.

You and I
You, you and I
You, you and I
You, you and I, I
You and I
You, you and I
Oh yeah, well I’d rather die
Without you and I, I

He took you inside and kicked the door shut behind him. He gently laid you down on the bed. He climbed on top of you and continued to shower you with kisses. He undressed you slowly. He wanted to take his time to enjoy you and your new curves. You were glowing with anticipation for him. He undressed and climbed back over you on the bed. He positioned himself and entered you slowly savoring every sweet second of filling you.

You threw your head back at the feeling. You missed this man more than anything in life. So much so you never let another man touch you since you left. You knew no one would ever touch you like he does.

He continued his slow and passionate pace. You stared into each other’s eyes. Your hips matched his movements. You both moaned in pleasure at each other’s touch. He bent down to kiss you deeply. His tongue licking and sucking at your lips. You held him fast by the back of the neck securing him to your lips. The other hand was on his back nails deep. He moaned into your mouth in pleasure.

You were getting closer and closer to ecstasy. No doubt he was too. Your body’s continued to writhe together. Savoring each other.

Come on! Put your drinks up!

We got a whole lot of money, but we still pay rent
Cause you can’t buy a house in Heaven
There’s only three men that I'mma serve my whole life
It’s my daddy and Nebraska and Jesus Christ
(Something), Something, something about the chase
(Six whole years)
I’m a New York woman born to run you down
Still want my lipstick all over your face
Something, something about
Just knowing when it’s right
So put your drinks up, for Nebraska
For Nebraska, Nebraska, I love ya

You and I
You, you and I
Baby, I’d rather die
Without you and I, I
You and I
You, you and I
Nebraska, I’d rather die
Without you and I, I

Suddenly you released and drowned in the fire coursing through you. “oh my God baby!” you breathe out.

He let go of himself and collapsed on top of you still inside you with one long groan. You both struggle to regain your breaths. You sat this way for a while before he rolled off of you and pulled you close wrapping his arms around you.

It’s been along time since I came around
Been along time but I’m back in town
And this time I’m not leaving without you

“I love you Fillip Telford.”

“I love you (Y/F/L/N) and I’m never letting you go again.

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“Before the Lockdown”

Reader walks in on Happy changing.

Happy Lowman x Reader

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It was an evening like any other when you were a part of the SAMCRO family, sitting around the bar, drinking, talking shit, playing pool.
Your dad, Piney, was nursing his third drink and you had had one too many, the urge to use the restroom quickly overcoming you as you jumped up, “Gotta pee!” you announced to the whole room who pretty much ignored you as you walked down towards the hall to the toilet. You were just tipsy enough that you had to focus on your steps to walk straight but you weren’t quite too drunk to walk unassisted yet, although you definitely planned to get that way ASAP.

Your day had been hell trying to help Gemma get things ready for the lockdown that would be coming up soon. You had been raised around the club so these types of situations were not new to you. You grumbled at the thought of all those patches surrounding you. You always had a tiny bit of penis envy over the fact that you couldn’t patch in yourself, jealous of your brother, Opie, who had began prospecting as soon as he was old enough to ride.
The guys were nice enough though, they still included you, didn’t treat you like the old ladies or hang arounds and crow eaters. You weren’t just Piney’s daughter you were family to everyone.

You rounded the corner down the hall and walked up to the bathroom door, trying to twist the knob but it was locked, you banged your fist against the door, “I need to pee!” you bellowed and you heard Tig on the other side and some hushed whispers before he replied, “Bathroom is taken doll!”

He wasn’t going to be out anytime soon, you figured he had a girl in there with him, probably blowing him cause he did that a lot, although usually he didn’t mind being out in the open. You wondered what made him change his mind as you wandered down the hall to the back bedroom where you knew there was another restroom.

You stomped up to the door and kicked it open with force, you really needed to use the restroom.

“SHIT!” a voice rang out as you stepped inside the room and you jerked your head to the left to see him pulling his boxers up just in time to cover himself before you saw anything.
Your eyes widened and you froze, “Sorry!” you belted out, throwing your hands up in defense to let him know you didn’t mean to barge in on him. If there was one man you didn’t want to piss off this was him, Happy Lowman.

He was stepping into his jeans and buttoning them frustratedly when you spoke again, “I-I didn’t see anything!” you called out, still frozen and staring at him, he mumbled something and looked down, threading his belt through his belt loops and your eyes wandered to his torso, beads of water were left behind from what you could only assume was a shower he had just taken.
They glistened on his abs and chiseled chest like diamonds making his tattoos pop out at you and you swallowed hard. You never noticed how good looking he was until now, your eyes studying each of his tattoos, and you were both aroused and a little worried that he was going to be angry at you at the same time.

“You didn’t see anything?” he growled from in front of you, he was now fully clothed and you realized that you must’ve been day dreaming for a few seconds in order to keep from noticing him pulling on his REAPER CREW shirt and stepping closer to you.
His eyes didn’t seem angry to you, you didn’t really know what they were, but he just stared down at you and you gulped, nodding your head, “Nothing,” you managed to say before stepping back, “I just need to use the restroom,” you pointed to the door at the opposite end of the room and he nodded, excusing you from the awkward moment that had just taken place and you gratefully shrunk away from him, scurrying to the bathroom and closing the door behind you as you caught sight of him walking towards the open bedroom door.

You took care of your business and stood in front of the sink, thinking about the look in Happy’s eyes when he was standing over you. As you were washing your hands you began studying your face in the mirror. All of a sudden you were worried about how you hadn’t really done anything with your hair or put much makeup on. You thought for a moment that his expression matched Juice’s that one time he was drunk and kissed you, but you shrugged that thought out of your mind, there was no way the Tacoma Killer was trying to seduce you or anything of the sort.

You had seen his type, you definitely weren’t it.

You splashed some water on your face and dried it and your hands off on the towel beside the sink, taking a deep breath and walking back out into the room to see Happy still there, sitting on the bed and staring at you.
Your buzz immediately vanished and your heart beat sped up as his eyes met yours and you looked back at him, trying to figure out why he was still here when he had appeared to be leaving just minutes prior.

You tried to glace to the hallway but your vision was blocked. Happy had shut the door to the bedroom for some reason, and as you stood there trying to reason out in your drunk brain why he would do that, he spoke, “Come here,” he demanded and you felt your ears getting hot.

What did that mean? you thought, walking closer to him and he stood.
“You sure you didn’t see anything?” he rasped and your eyebrows knit together.

Why would he ask you this again? You already told him no.

“I swear I didn’t Happy,” you assured him and he narrowed his eyes at you, as if trying to get you to flinch or change your answer but you held steadfast in front of him.
“Hm,” he scoffed, amused, looking you up and down, “What if I said I wish you had seen something…” he trailed off and your eyes got wide.

Was he…? No. No way. No way Happy Lowman the Tacoma Killer, the Unholy One, was hitting on you right now. Sure he was sexy as hell with awesome tattoos, he always smelled good, he was rarely bested in a fight, he was fearless, and as far as you know he had never lied to you, things that you found attractive, but you weren’t the kind of girl he normally went for, why would he be doing this? Unless..

“Is this a joke?” you blurted, causing his head to snap back a bit in surprise at your reaction.
“Uhh. No.” he answered looking at you with an eyebrow raised.

So it wasn’t a joke, but what other reason could he possibly have for saying he wished you had seen him without his clothes on? Wasn’t that an odd wish?

Drunk you was not the smartest version of you that existed.

You were so busy trying to do the reasoning in your head that you almost didn’t notice Happy’s hand reach out and touch your forearm, running it up your arm to your shoulder before stepping in close to you and wrapping his fingers behind your head as his other hand gripped your hip, pulling you closer to him. 

You gasped as your body pressed against his and you looked up into his dark brown eyes timidly while he smirked down at you, leaning into you and pressing his lips against yours. The kiss was gentle at first but quickly he began to kiss you with more force once your shock subsided and you finally started to kiss him back. 

Delighted with the outcome, you silently thanked God for Tig Trager and the Crow Eater that forced you into this situation tonight.

                      - PART VI

Kai Parker x Reader x Kol Mikaelson
word count : 4 787
warning :
smut / threesome
note : first time ever writing something like this and i know its probably a mess but … hope you still like it. i really tried my best 🙈
* gif by fondu-with-downey
keep reading after the cut 😈🔥🔥

Friday came too fast. Y/N woke up in her bed , seeing a tiny box and a note on her night stand. She stretched her hand for it , taking it in her hands.

“For luck.”

Y/N opened the box finding a charm bracelet in it. She turned the paper trying to figure out who had stopped by leaving her this present but there was no name.
Must’ve been Kol … or Kai. she thought leaving the box back on her nightstand and heading to the bathroom to take a shower.
Y/N walked downstairs to the kitchen , bumping into Rebekah in the hallway.
“Oh hey , I was just going to look for you to see if maybe you could help me with something.”
“Of course. What do you need my help with ?” asked Rebekah pulling Y/N into a hug.
“Clothes… hair…” said Y/N quietly. “I am going out with your brother and Kai later and … I … have nothing to wear. And you have the best closet in history.”
“You have come to the right person. Lets go now. There is not enough time to get you ready.” said Rebekah grabbing her hand.
“Its 10AM.”
“Exactly. Perfection doesn’t happen in 5 minutes , even by magic.” Rebekah pulled Y/N behind her down the hallway and up to the attic. “So , do you really think you can get them to get along ? You know they both agreed to go to that dinner because of you.”
“I hope so.” sighed Y/N. “Being stuck in the middle is just … so confusing.”
“Confusing?” asked Rebekah opening a large chest a few steps away. She looked at the dresses inside , clearly looking for something in particular. “What’s confusing about that?”
“Just … stuff.”
Rebekah looked at her confused for a moment and then seemed to pick up on something in Y/N’s voice. “I’m sure you can figure it out.”
“It’s what your brother said… but I don’t know anymore.”
“Well , I do.” smiled Rebekah pushing Y/N to one of the mirrors , while holding a few dresses in her hands. “Alright , try these on. Just because you can’t figure it out doesn’t mean you can’t torture both of them with you outfit.”

* * *

Kai felt nervous about spending the entire evening with Y/N and Kol , mostly because he wasn’t sure how he’d be able to control his anger around Kol. Every time he saw them kissing it felt as if a part of him was dying. He wasn’t sure what to wear so he went with gray jeans , a white shirt and later on his dark blue / black jacket.
Around 5.15PM there was a knock on the door and he opened it finding Y/N standing there with a large smile on her face. Kai’s breath got caught in his throat - Y/N had done her hair in a side braid , her make up was light almost as if she wasn’t wearing any and she was wearing a knee high black coat with ankle high black boots. In her hands she held a small white paperbag.
“Hey.” she smiled. “Can I -”
“Like you have to ask.” said Kai stepping aside and letting her inside before pulling her into a hug. “Mi casa es tu casa. You know that.”
Y/N had decided to go there early , hoping to get to speak with Kai before they went to meet with Kol. She knew Kai better than anyone and could see he felt uncomfortable being around her when Kol was around. She took off her coat ,leaving it on the couch and gave him the small paperbag with the present she had gotten for him.
“This is for you.” she said. “I already put a picture though you can replace it any time.”
Kai pulled out the picture frame from the paper bag , smiling at the picture. Y/N had chosen a selfie of them together while they were stuck in Mystic Falls looking for the right place to do the spell to get out. Behind them Kai could see the clock of the clock tower. He recognised the picture as one they had taken on the day she had tumbled off the clock tower. The day he had realised he is in love with her.
“I love this picture.” he said looking at both of them smiling remembering that day. “And I know just where to put it …”
Kai spun around heading for his bedroom and Y/N followed him closely behind , tracing her fingers around the wall on the way there. He placed the picture frame on his night stand , sitting on the bed as he did so.
“There. That way it will be the first thing I see every morning.” he smiled turning towards her. “Wow..”
“What?” she asked looking down at her feet following his gaze. “Please tell me I didn’t get a stain on the dress. Rebekah would kill me if - ”
“No. No its not that.” said Kai clearing his throat. Y/N was wearing a white puffy dress just above the knee. “It’s just … you look breath taking. Like an angel. Literally.”
Y/N smiled shyly.
“Thank you.” she said sitting on the bed next to him , looking at the picture of them together. Her head rested on his shoulder and Kai took one of her hands only then noticing her charm bracelet. He wondered where she had gotten it.
Probably Rebekah or Freya. he thought , refusing to let the thought that Kol had gotten it for her. Kai turned around towards her , his palm brushing against her cheek. Y/N looked up feeling Kai’s breath on her face. He leaned in towards her unable to control his emotions around her anymore and kissed her. A slow gentle kiss. He just had to kiss her , just once.
“I .. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have done th-” he cleared his throat.
Y/N felt out of breath , the lingering feeling of Kai’s lips on hers making her want more. Her hands snaked around his neck , pulling his lips back on hers until he had backed her against the bed. Kai’s hands slid down the side of her body towards her hips and back up again , sending waves of electricity through her body on their way. Kai couldn’t believe she had pulled him into a kiss. All he knew was that he wanted her and he no longer cared about anything else but her.
Y/N’s fingers tangled in his hair massaging his scalp. His crotch grinding against hers , making her moan into the kiss. Kai’s lips kissed her jawline down her neck towards her collar bone sending butterflies in her stomach. She felt herself getting wet , everywhere his hands touched her it felt like wild fires starting. Her hands gripped his shirt tearing it off him in a second a split second before Kai’s lips smashed against hers again and she opened her mouth allowing him to explore it with his tongue. His kiss was demanding hiding a hunger he had clearly been holding back for a long time. Kai’s hand slid under her dress , his fingertips grazing her inner tight moving towards her heat.
“I’ve wanted you for so long.” he whispered as his fingers teased her folds making her throw her head back a little. “I don’t care about Kol or what his brothers would say or do to me. All I care about is you.”
In a haze Y/N heard Kai’s words and a part of her tried to push through to the surface , realising how badly things will end if Kol or any of the Mikaelson’s ever found out about any of this. Problem was , she didn’t care either. All she cared about was Kai and how much she wanted him in that moment. Y/N felt Kai push her panties to the side , his fingers drawing soft figure eights on her clit making her body feel like it was on fire before two fingers slid inside her making her let out a small scream of pleasure.
As if from a distance came the sound of the door being kicked open and Kol’s voice calling out for her followed by footsteps heading towards Kai’s bedroom.

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