A/N: This was requested by @flufy07! I hope you all enjoy this! Feedback is welcomed and appreciated! I love you all so much <3 <3
When you returned to the bunker you could barely walk. Blood stained your clothes and your skin from head to toe. You had cuts and bruises, and you most likely had a broken arm. You were lucky to live with Sam and Dean who were used to getting this hurt. You were also lucky to have Benny. He would often take care of you after you were all patched up.
You closed the bunker’s metal door behind you, leaning against it for a few minutes. It was hard enough getting inside, now you had to get down the stairs somehow. You weren’t sure how you were going to get down the stairs without hurting yourself.
The first few steps down the stairs went perfectly fine, but after the fourth step, you tumbled down the stairs. You landed on your back at the bottom of the stairs, cursing at yourself for not being more careful.
This is for my Negan’s Valentine’s Day Massacre challenge! Join in on the fun and post your works of love! 💞
TV: The Walking Dead
Warnings: Dirty talk!
Photo/GIF credits go to the original maker/owner
Inspired by: @underratedcharactersimagines First Date with Negan Would Include.
He watched her from the door way, his arms folded across his chest. The sounds of his leather jacket creaking caught her attention.
She was currently bent at the waist, buckling the strap of her killer heels. She looked up at him through the mirror, a blush to her cheeks.
He grinned, his tounge sneaking out from his teeth, “Look at you doll! All decked out in a dress; never thought I’d see the fuckin’ day!”
She shook her head, standing and smoothing out a wrinkle in her dress, “Well, I wanted to look nice. It is a Valentine’s Day dinner.”
Shit; he couldn’t remember when the last time he celebrated Valentine’s Day. Lucille had passed before they could share it during her final year alive.
And now that the world had ended over two years ago, well, he just didn’t see the fuckin’ point.
Then he had wives only to have them sent away because of the woman standing in front of him.
There was something there, something that his other wives didn’t have… and goddamnit, he wanted to explore that.
Negan pushed off the door jam, walking over to Y/N. Wrapping an arm around her waist, he pulled her to him, twisting slightly from side to side as he slid his other hand into her hair.
“You do look nice, baby,” he ran his nose along her neck, making her shiver, “I could literally just eat you up.”
She giggled, holding on to his shoulders, “Negan,”
He growled, nibbling on her neck, making her laugh loudly.
“Have your bag packed?” He asked, against her neck.
She hummed softly, holding his head in place, “Yes.”
Patting her ass, he placed a kiss on her pulse, “Let’s get rollin’ then baby.”
He grabbed her bag, more than ready to get her alone.
“You still haven’t said where we’re going, Negan,” Y/N said, her heels clicking and clacking on the hardwood floor as she tried to keep up with his long strides.
He slowed, taking her hand and threading his fingers with hers, “It’s a surprise, babe, so quit asking.”
Taking her to the truck, he quickly was on the road, not wanting a fuckin’ thing to stop him.
Every now and again, Negan would glance over at Y/N to see her staring out the window.
There wasn’t much to look at; the occasional Walker and desolate land. Her quietness unnerved him.
Taking his hand, he placed it on her knee, pulling her dress upward so he could get a peek of her thigh.
She looked over at him, smiling.
“How about I pull this truck over and we have some fuckin’ fun?”
Her laugh lifted his spirits, calmning his nerves.
“Nope, no way.” She said, stroking the top of his hand.
“Aww, c'mon Doll, why not?”
In prim and posh British accent she said, “Because I’m a lady, that’s why.”
They laughed, Y/N scooching over in the seat to rest against him.
Pulling up to the gates of Alexandria, Y/N shot him a look.
“What?” He asked, his innocence failing miserably.
“Don’t be rude, Negan… please?” She asked, sticking out her bottom lip.
“Uhg, I hate it when you pull the doe eyed look, baby.”
The smile that took over her face told him that she knew she won.
He sighed, shuting the truck off and getting out, “Wait here.”
Rick opened the gate, looking pissed.
“Rick the Prick! How the hell are ya!?” Negan asked, his arms out stretched.
Rick stood there, hand on his belt and tapping his foot, “Very last house at the end of the cul-de-sac. Other two homes are vacant. You’ll have your privacy.”
“Now that’s what I like to hear!” Negan turned his attention to the truck.
Rick followed his gaze, then looked back to Negan.
With his fingers crossed, he leaned back slightly, “Maybe if I’m lucky, there’ll be some freaky deaky tonight!”
He laughed loudly, heading back to the car.
Rick moved out of the way, letting Negan drive through, then slammed the gate shut.
When Negan pulled up to the house, he heard Y/N gasp.
“Wow,” she breathed, getting out of the truck to stare at the two story home.
Negan’s nerves were getting the best of him again. Getting out of the truck, he kept twirling and jiggling the keys, watching Y/N’s reaction.
“Can we go inside?” She asked.
“Huh? Well shit, Darlin’! Sorry!” He took her hand, leading her up the porch and into the house.
“Holy smokes!” She gasped in awe, when they entered the house.
Negan shut the door and led her to a room that he knew for a fact she’d go nuts over.
“Ah! None of that shit woman!” He scolded, opening the door that they were in front of.
He swept his hand into the room, “Ta da!”
Her mouth agape, she placed a hand over her heart, “It has a study!?”
Lined from wall to wall was a small library. She was forever fuckin’ reading, anything from romance books to medical texts.
“Think you’ll be alright in here while I get cleaned up?” Negan asked.
He smiled, leaving her with her thoughts.
As Negan looked in the mirror, he turned his head from side to side after his shower.
Yup, he was about to take the plunge. The shit that veen growing on his face was finally coming off. It was just a little surprise for Y/N.
After applying some shaving cream, he carefully used the straight razor, ridding his face of his beard.
Once it was all done, he stared at his reflection.
Goddamn it had been forever since he was beard free. He’d nearly forgotten what he looked like.
Negan dressed in a clean white tshirt and jeans, forgoing any socks or shoes.
Going down stairs to the kitchen, he began to cook Y/N’s favorite meal, Spaghetti.
He’d been cooking for about an hour when Y/N came into the kitchen, her nose in a book.
“Neg-ahhhhh!” She hollered, dropping the book.
Her hands cupped over her mouth as she rushed over to him, “What did you do!?” She asked.
“You don’t like it?” He asked her.
Closing his eyes at the feel of her warm fingers caressing his cheeks; he had to admit that it was giving him one hell of a stiffy.
“I love it… It’s different, but I love it,”
He smiled, the deepness of his dimples now more prominent.
“Gimmie a fuckin’ kiss baby,” he growled softly.
He noticed that her heels were off since she stood on her tiptoes.
Palming her ass with one hand and the other craddling her cheek, he lowered his head and kissed her.
She gasped as he moved his smooth lips over hers, no beard hair in sight to prick her fuckable mouth.
Her moan was deep and loud as he ran his tounge against hers.
She pulled back with an audible smack as their lips broke apart.
“Wow,” she breathed, her thumbs running over his dimples.
Negan licked his lips, wiggling his eyebrows, “Just wait until I eat you out, baby.”
He laughed as she blushed and dodged a smack from her hand.
Going to the stove, he stirred the homemade spaghetti sauce. Negan took the wooden spoon out, carefully tasting it.
“Hmmmm mmmm!” He moaned, bending at the knees.
“Wanna taste?” He asked, Y/N, holding the spoon up to her mouth.
He watched as her lips wrapped around the tip of the spoon and couldn’t help but to reach down and adjust himself.
Damn those lips and that mouth was going to be the death of him.
Her eyes closed as her tounge licked away the extra sauce, “Oh God!”
“Good huh?” He chuckled.
She nodded, “You have no idea. It’s been forever since I’ve had homemade spaghetti!”
“Now you see, baby? I know you so damn well!” He bragged, going back to the stove to drain the noodles.
“Yeah, you do.” She said, softly.
As they sat at the table, Negan thought of other ways to let her know that she was it for him.
His good mood and banter had calmed a bit since they began eatting. He was lost in his own thoughts, a place he didn’t like going to very often.
Twirling some food on his fork, he jumped when he felt her foot tickle his ankle.
She giggled, happiness making her eyes light up.
He gently poked at her foot with his toes, laughing as she exclaimed that what he was doing was tickling her.
It was times like this that he was happy about sending away the other women and getting away from the Sanctuary.
He wanted to tell her how he really felt, but in a way, he believed he didn’t deserve it. After all the shit he put Lucille through? Hell, he couldn’t and wouldn’t blame Y/N if she wanted to take off.
Negan had moved his plate to the side, not in the mood to eat anymore.
Out of his peripheral, he saw her hand rest on his.
“I love you, Negan.” She said it so softly, he thought he had misheard.
He swallowed the lump in his throat; he could do this.
“Love you too, Y/N… have since the day you turned my life upside down.”
His brows bunched, realizing that that didn’t come out right, but she seemed to have understood.
Relief coursed through him as she smiled sweetly at him.
“C'mere baby.” He patted his lap.
She stood, going over to him and straddling his lap. Her dress had ridden up, revealing her pantie covered core.
Taking a handful of hair, he pulled her roughly to him, kissing her hard.
She responded well with the rough kiss, her head slightly bobbing with his as their lips and tounges moved with one another.
He gripped her ass, pulling her more into his lap. She rolled her hips, grinding against his erection.
“Jesus fuck, baby!” He panted as her lips sucked greedily on his neck.
Lightly tugging on her hair, he brought her mouth back to his, licking at her lips as he growled into the kiss.
Y/N placed her hands under his shirt, her nails slightly clawing at his hairy chest.
She whimpered, pulling back to gasp for air.
Craddling the back of her head, Negan kissed her ear, “I fuckin’ love the shit outta you Doll.”
His voice was deep, dropping the more turned on he became.
Taking his middle finger, ran it across the seam of her panties, “And this pussy? Baby, I’m goin’ fuck the hell out of this pussy. Everyone,” he bit down on her lobe, soothing the sting with his tounge, “and I mean everyone will know this pussy belongs to me.”
She tilted her head back, moaning, “Oh God,”
Negan took hold of her chin, making sure that she was looking into his eyes, “No baby, not God… Negan.”
Summary: After months of you and Tom denying the connection you felt after he spent the night cuddled up next to you in bed, you began tired of feeling lonely and agreed to go on a date with Harrison. Little did either you or Tom know, the date was all part of Harrison’s plan…
A/N: I didn’t really think about writing a part two until I got this idea so here ya go
Why am I doing this? He’s not the one I want.
I stared at my reflection in the mirror as I finished getting ready for my date with Harrison. I only agreed since Tom never made a move after the night we spent together.
I looked over at my bed and remembered how amazing it felt to be wrapped up in his strong arms.
Yes, Harrison was an amazing catch, but he would never be Tom.
There was a pit in the bottom of my stomach once I realized that me agreeing to go on this date ended all chances I had of being with Tom. And I also knew Harrison and I would never be able to make it work.
I heard the doorbell ring and felt sick to my stomach as I heard my mom greeting Harrison at the door.
“Y/N! Harrison’s here.” My mom called up.
I wiped the tear that fell from my eye and grabbed my purse before going down the stairs.
Harrison was waiting patiently with a bouquet of flowers in his hand.
“Uh, these are for you…” He awkwardly said as he handed me the flowers.
I thanked him and took them to the kitchen to put them in a vase.
And after that, we were off.
The car ride was filled with an awkward silence.
I hated this.
Harrison was my best friend and now I felt sick just from looking at him.
“Stop the car!” I yelled.
Harrison slammed the breaks and looked over at me with wide eyes.
“Y/N, what’s wrong?”
“I-I think I’m gonna be sick.”
I jumped out of the car and ran to the side of the road and began to breathe heavily.
“Jesus, Y/N!” Harrison said as he held my hair out of my face even though I hadn’t actually thrown up.
“What are we doing, Harrison?” I asked.
He looked at me with confused eyes.
“What do you mean?”
“Why did you ask me out? I know you don’t like me that way.”
“I– I was trying to get Tom to make a move…”
“Ever since that night you two spent together, he hasn’t stopped talking about how in love he is with you. And I kept telling him to ask you out but he would make some excuse like that you would never say yes to him or that he wouldn’t want to put you through dating a celebrity or some other bullshit excuse.”
“Where is he now?”
“He’s at his house… or at the cafe I told him we were going to.”
“Take me to him. Please.”
Harrison helped me back into the car. In a matter of minutes, we were parked outside an unfamiliar house.
I had never actually been to Tom’s house. We were always at either Harrison or I’s considering we lived next door to each other.
“Go on, Y/N. I know you love him too.”
I smiled at my best friend and got out of the car.
I walked up to the door and knocked. A few moments later a smaller version of Tom opened the door.
“Hello, can I help you?”
“I need to see Tom.”
“Oh… wait, how did you get this address? If you’re some crazy fan, I’ll call the police!”
“I’m Y/N, his friend and Harrison’s neighbor.” I said as I gestured to Harrison who was still waiting in his car.
“Oh… OH! You’re the girl Tom never shuts up about! Wait, aren’t you supposed to be dating Harrison? Isn’t that why Tom hasn’t left his room all day?”
“Alright, move.” I said as I pushed the boy out of the way.
“Second door to the right once you get upstairs! I’m Harry by the way!” He called after me.
I paused when I reached Tom’s door. I could hear sniffling coming from the other side which only made my heart break more. I lightly knocked.
“Harry, I said I want to be left alone today!” Tom’s voiced called.
I felt my heart crush as I could hear the sadness in his voice. I opened the door and saw him curled up on his bed staring at the wall.
“Harry! I sai- oh…”
I smiled softly at Tom as he realized I was not his younger brother.
“Hey, can I sit down?”
Tom nodded. I crossed the room and sat down in front of him on the bed. His eyes were red from crying and his curls were all over the place.
“C'mere.” I said as I pulled him to where his head was in my lap.
I ran my fingers through his soft curls as his hands held my other one.
“Aren’t you supposed to be with Harrison right now?”
“And why would I want to be with him when I could be with you?”
“D-Don’t you like him? I can see it on your face. He makes you laugh harder than I ever could. And you guys always cuddle on the couch and hang out like everyday…”
“Harrison is like my brother! I only said yes to him cause you wouldn’t ask me out, Tom. I’ve wanted to be with you since the second I laid my eyes on you. You were so… beautiful.”
By now, Tom was sitting up in front of me.
“I love you.” He blurted out.
His eyes went wide as he realized what he said.
“I-I’m so sorry, Y/N! Shit, I just ruined everything didn’t I… Jesus Christ, I’m such an id-”
I cut him off by crashing his lips onto mine.
“I love you, too you idiot.”
Tom smiled and pulled me back into him and began to kiss me again.
“Bout damn time.” We heard someone mumble.
Tom and I broke apart to see Harry and Harrison standing in the doorway. Harrison with a cocky smirk on his face.
“Yes, it is about damn time. And Harrison, you have 5 seconds to run for going after my girl.” Tom said.
Harrison’s smirk faded as his eyes went wide and he took off down the hallways, Tom hot on his heels.
“My boys.” I said as Harry and I laughed at Harrison’s pleas to get Tom to stop.
You stood in front of the mirror, nervously checking your looks . You were getting ready to accompany Negan, Lucille and Jack to the club. Jack was already downstairs waiting for you .
“Come on ! You look just gorgeous y/n!” Lucille blurted .
You twisted yourself to see your reflection from behind.
“I don’t know Lucille, it’s. ..a little tight and short!!! It hardly can cover my… breasts!” You knitted your eyebrows and huffed.
You weren’t so sure about wearing the dress that Lucille gave you, she actually gave you the whole outfit, the black tight dress with spaghetti straps, matching high heels and small bag.
She also gave you golden earings, index ring and a necklace . Lucille did your hair and make up even the fragrance was hers, she was so skilled you didn’t recognize yourself in the beginning, to be completely honest, she made a beauty queen out of you but somehow you felt uncomfortable. You tried to stretch the hem of your dress to make it cover your thighs , but your attempts to look modest failed.
“Are you serious? You look hot and attractive , you want to ruin that??” Lucille chuckled and grabbed your hand leading you out of your room.
“Come on ,the boys are sick waiting! ” she added.
You followed her, struggling not to fall , walking with the high heels was so damn difficult! So you took your time going down stairs. But to be fair, high heels shaped your ass perfectly.
“Ta Da! ” Lucille said as she stepped inside the living room, both Negan and Jack stood up, you hesitated before you showed yourself from behind Lucille, and both men took in your appearance. You blushed when you noticed that their jaws literally dropped, they were actually drooling, with flames in their eyes as they scanned you from head to toe, and that made you flattered.
Negan cleared his throat, trying to maintain his composure, his face twisted to a scowl as he grabbed his keys and headed outside.
“Come on , let’s go!” He dryly mumbled as he opened the front door, he was suddenly feeling mad and tensed, he couldn’t stop thinking about how you wore that sexy tight dress for Jack! Not for him!!!
Negan got in his car, Lucille followed him and sat next to him on the passengers seat. He expected you and Jack to go with them , but instead Jack dragged you to his luxurious car, you didn’t have a choice but to get in his , after all , it was the perfect opportunity to avoid Negan even if it would last for few minutes.
Negan watched your reflection through the rearview mirror , as Jack held his car’s door open to you, you smiled at him and said “thank you”.
Negan tightly wrapped his fingers around the steering wheel and gritted his teeth.
“Uh.. what are you waiting for Negan! Let’s go!” Lucille’s voice brought him back to reality. He started the engine and followed Jack who passed him leading the way to the club.
Negan didn’t say a word the entire time, while Lucille kept talking about y/n and Jack , and about the possibilities of you settling down in Virginia, Lucille was very excited. Her words only echoed in Negan’s ears , but his didn’t hear much, he was just so focused on looking at you , in Jack ’s car , he only could see a little of your hair, and your lips sometimes you turn to Jack and exchange few words with him.
“Negan keep a little distance from Jack’s car! You’re too close! what if he hits the brakes!!!” Lucille said in a concerned tone.
“It’s fucking ok! ” Negan licked his lips and run his fingers in his hair .
The two cars pulled over in front of the club, Jack quickly opened the door for you, that didn’t go unnoticed by Lucille who mumbled.
“Awww , so sweet! What a gentleman! ”
Negan scoffed as he handed his keys to one of the parking valets, so did Jack who turned to Lucille and Negan .
“Hey, guys follow me!”
People were waiting in long rows to get inside the club but Jack headed directly to the big security guy, who immediately recognized him.
“Oh hey Jack!!”
“Hey Fat Tony!”
The two guys shook hands , then Fat Tony removed the barrier for the four of you, as he said to his colleague.
“VIPs passing through, open the door Micky!”
The man did as told and opened the door for you.
“ oh, Jack! We’re VIPs now?!” Lucille chuckled, she seemed impressed while Negan rolled his eyes, he knew that his cousin took you to this particular expensive and very popular club to impress you.
Once you stepped inside the club, a blond girl wearing a gray sexy dress came your way smiling.
“Hey Jack! I reserved the best spot in the club for you just like you asked! You’re gonna be happy! Follow me!”
You all followed her ,as she went upstairs then she stopped in front of white comfy couches and there was also a big coffee table. It was very well decorated and private.
“It’s all yours, what shall I get you?”
Jack and Negan ordered scotch, Lucille ordered martini and you ordered some virgin drink.
Negan’s eyes were fixated at you, where you were sitting next to Jack, whose knee was touching yours . Negan’s frustration and jealousy increased to the highest levels , you could his feel his gaze on you but you just avoided looking at him, you just prayed neither Lucille nor Jack would notice anything.
The girl came back with your drinks, Negan grabbed his quickly and gulped it!
“Jesus ! Negan you’re acting like an alcoholic! ” Lucille chuckled as she looked at him in disbelief .
“Hey, you wanna dance? ” Jack blurted as he leaned closer to you and placed his hand on your forearm, you nodded. All you wanted to do is try to keep your distance from Negan as much as possible. Jack gently pulled you to him and started dancing, you weren’t much of a good dancer but you swayed along with him while he placed his hands on your hips, his crotch almost touching you.
Negan watched you as his eyes darkened with anger and lust at the same time, he was deep in thought, how dare Jack to put his hands on you, on your hips, those hips that he gripped weeks ago and digged his nails in their soft skin while pumping his cock in and out of you. How dare you seductively sway them for another guy!! He never broke the eye contact with you, as he reached the peak of tension. it made you feel uncomfortable.
You whispered in Jack’s ear.
“If you excuse me I gotta go to the bathroom! ”
Jack nodded and before you leave , you made a gesture to Lucille as a sign that you’re going to freshen up, she nodded while Negan watched you heading downstairs.
“Neeegaaan!!! Hey! Wake up!!!” Lucille shouted in his ears, and shook his shoulder. “Let’s dance!!!” She yelled , she thought the loud music prevented him from hearing her.
“No! Not now, I gotta have a fucking smoke outside! ”
Negan got up and went downstairs where he found the girl who served you your drinks passing by, he grabbed her arm.
“Where are the facilities? ”
She pointed at big black door.
“Men’s are on your left, ladies room is on the right, cause women are always right!” She threw her head back laughing but she cut it out once Negan gave her a poisonous look, he let her arm and headed to the facilities, he pushed the ladies room door open, he didn’t care if there were women inside or not, he just couldn’t wait to talk to you. Luckily, it was almost empty, except for you and another girl who left the room when she saw Negan.
He locked the door to have some privacy , you were placing your hands on the sink, looking down and sharply inhaling, you didn’t notice him standing behind you.
“How dare you let him touch you!” He said in a calm dark tone.
You lifted your eyes quickly to the mirror, your eyes widened when you saw him behind you, so you turned around, your panic levels were rising, you gasped.
“What are you doing here, Negan!!”
Negan took a step closer and violently grabbed your arm.
“How fucking dare you fucking teasing me like that??? Wearing this tight ass dress for HIM????This fucking body is mine!! YOU are MINE!!!!” He growled then he pulled you to his chest, you tried to push him back but you couldn’t, actually you didn’t want to ! His dominant voice and possessive touch made you aroused and weak. He pressed you against the sink , and bucked his bulge into you. His lips traced across your neck, his hands roughly gripping at your ass, then he lifted one of your thighs up with one hand and the other one pulled your dress up and slid under your panties , he rubbed your clit and you couldn’t help but to let out a loud moan.
“I fucking missed touching this pussy, I wanna fucking taste it again !”
Negan knelt down in front of you , he spread between your legs and lifted both of your thighs to rest on his shoulders, you supported yourself by your elbows, while his face was pressed against your drenched pussy. He wasted no time, he pushed away the hem of your panties , wide enough to give him a good access to your pussy, his tongue quickly worked its way into your slick soaking folds, he groaned against them , the way his breath vibrated into you and his beard tickling your soft flesh ,sent you waves of pleasure . His nails were digging in your thighs, his mouth was doing miracles to you! The fact that Lucille and Jack were waiting for you upstairs was weirdly such a turn on. Negan sucked hard at your clit, and lapped at your juices , his mouth was roughly devouring every inch of your pussy.
Suddenly you heard knocking on the door.
“Hey is anybody there , please! ” it was a female voice, probably a customer who wants to use the toilet.
You panicked as you stared at the door.
“Negan… we .. stop!!” You breathed out.
“Not until you fucking cum!!! Fucking Ignore them!”
You looked down at him as you bit hard on your lip, you saw how serious he was , he was nipping and sucking as if it was a matter of life or death, his eyes were squeezed shut, and he was moaning against you.
The knocking stopped , but you figured that the girl probably went to fetch someone to unlock the door for her, you tried to focus again on the fact that your pussy is being eaten by Negan right now.
The lewd sound of his saliva and your juices being mixed together was so erotic, you felt your stomach burning.
Negan could feel your folds tightening.
“Give it to me baby, cum at my face doll! I’m fucking thirsty! !! Come on baby, fucking cum for Daddy!!! Yeah.. baby! ”
You threw your head back, and mewled. You grinded yourself on his face to feel more. You could feel your orgasm hitting and it hit hard! It was so intense ,you gathered your thighs together around Negan’s head, tugged hard at his hair and you screamed his name.
You shivered while Negan continued licking your folds clean and take what you had to offer him. it was too much that your sensitive clit could take , while he hummed “mmmm fucking delicious ”.
“Please stop!” you moaned.
Negan complied , he let your legs down and when you wanted to fix your panties and dress you felt weak in the knees, you almost fell but Negan caught you just in time, he whispered in your ear.
“One day, I’ll make those trembling sexy legs of yours unable to fucking hold you for days!”
You felt chills running through your body, you looked in his dark eyes who moved between your eyes and lips and you could see how soft and loving they are, you wanted to take him there but you remembered that you already took a lot of time in the ladies room, probably Jack and Lucille are wondering where the two of you went. You got up on your own, you fixed you dress and hair, sprayed perfume on your neck then you just stormed out of there not saying a single word to Negan, what’s there to say?
A/N: I hope you are all ready to enjoy some cute Castiel fluff! If you’d like to see something you can request it! :) <3 Feedback is welcomed and appreciated! I especially need some Sam, Dean, and Lucifer requests, along with NCIS requests. So if you’d like to see more of them, go ahead :D
You grumbled as you opened the bunker door, bringing in Sam and Dean’s bags. They had a rough hunt and wanted you to get their bags from the car. It was more of a demand than a request, actually. You didn’t have a choice in the matter, but you did it because you were you a kind person. Even when Dean was an ass hole, you smiled and helped him anyway.
You didn’t want to make two trips up and down the stairs so you grabbed both bags. They were heavy for being mostly clothes. You kicked the door shut behind you, spinning on your heels to go down the stairs. When you turned around you stumbled over your other foot. You closed your eyes ready to fall. You felt a hand grasp your wrist tightly, pulling you in the other direction. A pair of arms wrapped tightly around you, keeping you safe and secure. The bags hadn’t even fallen down the stairs.
A/N: I like Patrick Kane, but if you don’t like him just don’t read this one, no hate please!
“Mommy! Daddy! Mommy! Daddy!” My three kids yell as the enter the bedroom.
“What?” I say awakening with them jumping on me.
“It’s Christmas!” My oldest daughter, Holly says.
“Did Santa come?” I ask them.
“No mummy, we wait for you” My youngest daughter Elena says.
“What about daddy, are we going to wake him up?” I say to them.
All three of them nod their heads with devious smiles on their faces.
“Wake up daddy!” All three of them scream as they pounce onto Patrick.
“I’m up! I’m up!” He yells when he sits up.
Holly, William and Elena all stand there giggling at him.
Patrick looks at them, “Did mommy tell you to do that?” He says. The three of them nod their heads while giggling at him.
“Really” He says and raises his eyebrow at me.
I laugh at my husband, “Yes, really” I say.
“Okay you three go down stairs we’ll be down in a moment” Patrick tells our kids.
The three of them run out of the room as fast as they can, and run down the stairs.
“Finally alone” Patrick says with a smirk.
“Not now, their waiting for us” I say pushing him away.
“But it’s Christmas” He whines.
“Later” I say.
“Fine, lets go then” Patrick says and gets out of bed, walking towards the door.
“Uh Patrick” I say.
“Yeah?” He asks.
“Pants” I say.
He looks down at his bottom half and then notices the absence of his pants.
“I was just getting those” He says slipping on a pair of pyjama pants.
“Sure you were” I say getting out of bed, I walk over to the bathroom and grab my black robe from off of the door. I put it on and then walk towards Patrick.
“Come on, Kane” I say passing him.
“Coming” He says following behind him.
We walk down the stairs and are greeted by our three kids sitting around the Christmas tree.
I go over and sit in one of the chairs around the tree, Patrick goes and sits on the floor in front of me along with the kids.
“Mommy, can I open this one!” William says with excitement.
“Do Holly and Ellie have a present to open too?” I ask.
“Yes” He says.
“Then you can” I say and the three of them open up their presents.
All three of them let out squeals of excitement.
“Daddy, look I got a new helmet!” Holly says walking over to Patrick.
“Wow that’s a nice helmet” He says to her.
“I know! It was the one I asked for” She says.
“And did you see who got it for you?” He asks her.
“You! Thank you daddy!” She says hugging him.
“Your welcome” Patrick says hugging her back.
“New skates!” Will yells.
“Someone’s excited” I say.
“Thank you mommy and daddy!” He says and grabs another present.
“Slow down, buddy let your sisters open some” Patrick says.
“Ellie, what did you get?” I ask my youngest daughter, who hadn’t been talking for a while.
“I got Elsa doll!” She says showing off the plush doll of her favourite princess.
Ellie then walks over to me and Patrick holding a little bag in her hand. She hands the bag to me.
“Is this for me?” I ask her with a smile on my face.
“And daddy” She says.
I get onto the floor beside Patrick so we can open it up together. Inside of the bag I find a necklace made of beads in there.
“Ellie, thank you honey” I say putting the necklace on then giving her a hug.
Patrick pulls out a piece of paper from the bag.
“Did you draw this Ellie?” Patrick says with a smile on his face.
She nods her head.
“Come here, baby” He says with his arms open. Ellie runs over into Patricks open arms.
Ellie then runs back over to William and Holly who are opening their own presents.
William then runs over to us, “I got you a present too!’ He says giving us a poorly wrapped present.
I give the present over to Patrick to open. Patrick opens it up to reveal a picture frame, with a picture of our family in it.
"Thanks you, Will” I say opening my arms to give him a hug.
“Your welcome mommy” He says hugging me.
“I helped with it!” Holly says when she walks over.
“Come here, Holly” Patrick says pulling her in for a hug.
“Group hug!” Ellie says and runs over to us trying to wrap her small arms around us all. The force the Ellie gives from running into us, makes Patrick fall down, all of us falling on top of each other.
“Yes!” We were screaming at each other at this point.
“No!” How did it even get to this point? How did it escalate so quickly? One moment I was laying against his chest, his fingers running through my hair, and listening to one of my many playlists together. We were content. His heartbeat was steady and I was texting Stiles, debating which Star Wars movie was better when suddenly the phone was ripped out of my hands and my hunky pillow was gone. He accused Stiles and I of flirting and then of cheating. He got angry. Jealous.
“Yes! You’re always texting him and hanging out with him! I’m always smelling him on you! Do you forget that I’m a werewolf?” He slammed his fist on the table with so much force that I jumped back, scared. I’ve never been scared of him before now.
“I never forget! I never forget about the constant danger and all of the supernatural crap that comes with living in beacon hills! I hang out with Stiles because we’re both human and he knows how it feels to be completely powerless and helpless around you guys.” Tears dripped off of my chin and I unattractively wipe snot from my nose with the back of my hand. I turned and walked away from him and towards the door, grabbing my coat on the way out. I struggled to slide open the insanely heavy door and stood there for a second before walking out of it. I hung my head low and locked my eyes on the ground and whispered, “He just knows what it’s like.” Before rushing out, leaving the door open behind me.
I cried louder now that I was out of the loft, struggling to put on my jacket while going down the stairs as quickly as I possibly could. At the bottom of the stairs, I realized why I had so much trouble getting my coat on. It was the fact that it wasn’t mine, but his. His oversized leather jacket that smelled far too much like him but I still kept it on. I squeezed my eyes closed and pressed my palm against my mouth. It seemed like I was choking on my own oxygen and I couldn’t keep my breathing steady. I ran out of the door and into the monsoon that I didn’t notice until I was in the middle on it. Of course. It would be raining.
I hunched my shoulders and started walking to my car, pulling the ends of the jacket rightfully around me because it was damn cold. I got to my car and realized that because I grabbed the wrong jacket, my keys were indeed not in my pocket. I cried even more and leaned my forehead against the drivers side window. My shoulders shook and shot disgustingly dripped from my nose.
Arms from behind me spun me around and smashed me into his chest. We were both equally soaked, that being the least of our problems at the moment. His strong arms held me as tight as the could, as if he feared that he would lose me if he let go for even a second. His chest was shaking, and I realized that he was crying too.
“I’m so sorry. I need to trust you and I know I shouldn’t have scared you and I’m so sorry (Y/N). I can’t lose you I’m so, so sorry. I love you. I love you and I’m constantly scared of losing you. I’m just… I’m sorry.” And we stood there, clutching each other in the rain as tight as we could for as long as we could. Together.
Look at how fast David Tennant throws himself down those stairs.
This is from the Doctor Who Confidential episode “Stage Fright” (which accompanied The Shakespeare Code)
You can see that the three of them (the Doctor, Martha, and Shakespeare) start together at the top of the stairs. David runs down at breakneck speed - taking the steps at least two at a time - leaving Martha and Shakespeare far behind (Freema and Dean are running more like normal people - being careful to not to kill themselves on the old and probably rather uneven steps).
I don’t think he can even stand up straight on those stairs - he’s crouching down because the ceiling/covering is too low for him. He somehow even manages to make it look graceful. Amazing!
We’re here for a reason, through many, many storms. But today, the sun is shining and I’m about to stand in its warmth, alongside a lot of freedom-loving people who worked hard to get us here. I may not be with them for all the sunny days to come, but as long as there is light ahead for them, it’s worth it to me.
“Only three more weeks’ babe.” Justin smiled rubbing your
stomach, the baby was due at any time now according to the doctor but having a
set date made Justin anxious and nervous, he was constantly by your side at all
times, holding your hand when going down the stairs, he wouldn’t even let you
cook or clean.
“Mason Drew Bieber,” He whispered pressing a kiss just under
your ear “I’m going to teach him how to play hockey and soccer and basketball, he’s
going to be a star.” You couldn’t help but smile at his words, when he had
found out you were having a boy he began going on and on about what he would be
like, it was adorable to say the least.
“Are you hungry babe? I can get whatever you want.” He asked
sweetly sitting up beside you, you smiled leaning over with some difficultly
before pressing your lips to his, he smiled widely against your lips palming
your cheek gently “I love you baby.” He whispered pecking your lips once again
before he leaned down and did the same to your stomach
“Mommy and Daddy love you and can’t wait to see you.”