i had to gif it on my own i am not sorry

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Request by @ateliefloresdaprimavera

Jughead had been typing away on his laptop for hours now. What had started as a quiet night in watching Netflix and eating popcorn had turned into you watching Netflix and eating popcorn alone whilst Jughead’s long fingers tapped away at the keys because, as he so eloquently put it, ‘when inspiration hits, you feed it’.

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All The Time In The World

[One shot - request]

Summary: Olivia is the one in charge of Negan once he’s in jail, but what happens when you’re given the chance to come face to face with the man?

Note: This one shot was requested by the lovely @oceaninwinter

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“I really don’t wanna go down there.” Olivia said, shaking her head as she held onto the bucket of hot water.

“Then why do you do it?” You said confused as you looked back at her. You could see just how much she hated her job of having to take care of Negan.

“It’s just the job Rick gave to me, and I thought I could handle it.” She said, walking hesitantly to the basement door of the abandoned building you were currently in.

“Don’t. I’ll go.” You said with a shrug, “It can’t be that hard.”

You hadn’t been with the group long, you weren’t around for this whole “war” that they often talked about, which led to the way they were living their lives now. You always heard about the man they called Negan, but had never met him, but from the things that you had heard - all the stories - he was someone that everyone once feared, and for good reason. If half of what you heard was true, then he was terrifying. It made you nervous to even offer to trade jobs with her, but you saw how much she truly despised it, and figured that it would be easier on you than her. Your job was to stay upstairs and keep an eye out for anything suspicious, and having full permission from Rick to take Negan out if he tried to escape.

“No, (Y/N). I really shouldn’t, I don’t know how Rick would feel about it.” She answered. She was saying no, but you could see in her eyes that she wanted to say yes to it. It wouldn’t take much more pushing of the question to get her to agree.

You crossed you arms, “Rick doesn’t have to know, okay? We won’t tell him.”

“Negan would tell him.” She said matter-of-factly.

“Why would he do that?” You were genuinely confused now.

“That statement alone let’s me know that you don’t need to do this, (Y/N). He can’t be trusted, you don’t know him like the rest of us.” She warned.

You were beginning to grow just a little annoyed. You were offering her a chance to get out of it, and she seemed to come up with every excuse to say no.

You sighed and took a step closer to her, “I’ll ask him not to tell Rick, okay? And even if he tells him, so what? We’ll tell Rick you don’t wanna do this anymore. You can sit up here and keep a lookout while I deal with him.”

She pressed her lips together with a worried expression on her face, thinking it over until finally have you a reluctant nod, “Okay, okay.. I’ll let you do it.”

“Alright.” You said, your face was a blank expression, but inside you were nervous and intrigued all at once, you were finally gonna meet the man everyone has been afraid of.

She handed over the bucket of water to you, “You take this, and let him clean up.” She trailed off as she reached into her pocket to pull out a small leather pouch, “You’ll need this too if he wants to shave.. I’m assuming you know how to use one of these?” She said as she pulled a flap back on the pouch to reveal a straight razor.

You nodded, “It can’t be that hard, I just know I’d have to be extra careful.. I’m shaving him?” You said with a confused expression.

“Yes, you do. We never let him do it himself. You should also make sure that he keeps his distance.” She said, giving you a concerned look.

“You’re talking like he’s psychotic, or something, Olivia.” Your forehead creased.

“I don’t say it lightly, (Y/N). Keep your guard up at all times.. Here, you’ll need this, too, obviously.” She said as she reaching into her pocket, pulling out a small shiny object - it was the key to Negan’s cell.

You nodded again and stuffed the leather pouch into your pocket, taking the key from her, “I will.” You turned the knob of the basement door slowly, the creaking of it disturbing the silence, the draft of cold, damp air hitting you. You gave Olivia one more glance before you turned to walk down the rickety wooden steps as she shut the door behind you tightly. You had to admit you were a bundle of nerves going down there, you were shaking and it wasn’t from the cool air of the drafty basement. When you got to the bottom step, you took a moment to collect yourself, taking in a deep breathe. You could see the makeshift cell that has been welded against the wall. You glanced nervously into the darkened cell, just barely being able to make out a silhouette of the man named Negan.
You jumped suddenly when a voice sounded from the other side of the bars.

“Y'know I started to fuckin’ ask when Olivia had such a dramatic goddamn weight loss.” A deep voice said in a cheeky tone.

You approached the bars cautiously, setting down the bucket, “I’m not Olivia.”

“Yeah, I kinda fuckin’ figured that out on my own.” He said matter-of-factly. You could hear scraping on the concrete floor as his silhouette became bigger, he must have been sitting on the floor. You were finally granted your first glimpse of the man as he approached the bars, feeding his arms through them. You weren’t disappointed with the sight, he was tall, and more handsome than you had expected him to be. He was sporting a full beard, but his hair was short and slicked back against his skull, compared to his beard it must have been cut recently. You looked down at your feet for a moment, not being able to keep contact with his dark, intimidating eyes for very long.

“Where the fuck is my dear, Olivia? Not that I’m complaining, this is a nice fuckin’ change of scenery.” He said slowly, you looked back to see his tongue darting from between his lips. You could feel his eyes on your body, and suddenly you lost your voice.

“You’re not gonna fuckin’ ignore me now, are you?” He spoke sternly, regaining your attention.

You shook your head quickly, “No sir- I mean, Negan. She’s- she’s upstairs. I traded with her.”

He raised an eyebrow, “Sir? That’s fuckin’ sweet of you. What’s your name, darlin’?”

Your mouth relaxed into a thin line, “(Y/N)”

He gave you a dangerous, yet charming smirk, “That is a beautiful name.”

You bit your lip, trying not to let a smile break through, “Thank you.” You fiddled with your fingers absentmindedly as the silence filled the air again.

Negan leaned against the bars, “You seem pretty fuckin’ nervous.”

“Well, you are pretty infamous around here.” You admitted.

Negan chuckled, letting his teeth scrape over his bottom lip, “Yeah? According to fuckin’ who - Rick?”

You nodded slowly, “Him and the others. I’ve heard things.”

“You don’t look too fuckin’ familiar to me. I’m guessing you’re new?” He smirked cockily.

You were still nervous, but there was something about him that made you relax just a bit, and you weren’t sure if that was a good thing, or a bad thing that had a chance of getting you into some deep shit.

“I am. I wasn’t around for the war that everyone talks about. I’ve been here for about 3 months, give or take a few weeks.”

His lips parted as he gave you a coy grin, “I’ve been stuck behind these fuckin’ bars for almost a year now. After hearing the stories, you didn’t even fuckin’ bother to pay a visit to the resident jail bird, darlin’?”

You gave him a weak smile and shrugged, “Well I imagine you wouldn’t want people to come down here to gawk at you like a caged animal, and frankly, I was scared.”

“But I am a fuckin’ animal, sweetheart.” He said confidently, his white teeth peekimg through his lips.

He has a dark look in his eyes, that was almost.. Seductive.. The way his eyes trailed over you as he said it made you realize that he was hinting that he was an animal not just for his crimes, but for a more primal reason. A sudden, familiar heat rose up inside of you, a heat you hadn’t felt In a long time, and one that you so often ached to feel again. It was startling, you bit down on your lip hard, almost certain you had broken the skin. Negan making you feel this way - especially so soon - was wrong, it made you uncomfortable and excited all at once. You did your best to keep your composure as you felt the dampness between your legs increasing. You had to avert your eyes away from him again, his stare was so intense. You were sure he’d see right through you, and if he did, he spared you the embarrassment of letting it be known.

“Sweetheart, are you gonna give me my bucket of water any fuckin’ time soon? I’d like to use it before it gets cold.” He said, parting his hands as he leaned his head against a cell bar.

You closed your eyes, exhaling a shaky breath and dipped your hand into your pocket to pull the key out, “Yes, I’m sorry.” You approached his cell door, glancing at him timidly as you reached out to shove the key into the lock, turning it until there was a click. You pulled the door slowly, your hands gripping so tightly around one of the bars that your knuckles were turning white for fear he was going to dart from behind the bars. You held your breathe as he pulled his arms back through the bars and sauntered over to the door. He towered over you, forcing you to look up to meet his gaze and up close it was even more intimidating and.. Sexy. If he took it upon himself to try to escape there’s no way in hell you could have stopped him. He gave you a sly smirk as he bent down to grab the bucket and take it back into his cell, and it took everything in you to keep you from melting then and there. There was something about that man that was absolutely intoxicating. You weren’t the kind of woman to swoon for a man who gave you just the least bit of attention, but even you couldn’t deny the charm that radiated off of him.

You backed away from the cell, leaving the door ajar. You weren’t sure what you were supposed to do next, you felt your cheeks flush red again as you glanced over to see the white t-shirt he was wearing being pulled from his body. He was toned and had a few stray tattoos here and there, most notably being the cross on his left arm. If the top half looked this good, what else did he have hidden away under his clothes? You brushed the thought away, scolding yourself internally for thinking such a thing.

You could feel your palms getting clammy, “I should give you some privacy.”

He snorted and dipped a rag into the bucket, “Don’t fuckin’ get shy on my account, darlin’. Sweet thing usually fuckin’ sits over there and reads until I’m done.” He said gesturing to a chair in the corner of the room.

“Oh.. Right.” You said bashfully as you turned quickly, heading for the chair before he could take anymore clothes off. You sat down, keeping your eyes at your feet, trying to hold back your temptation to sneak a peek at this man. You tapped your foot lightly on the ground, you could hear the unzipping of his pants now and your eyes scanned along the floor momentarily, but they snapped back to your feet once his voice sounded again.

“How do you fuckin’ like it around here?” He said, sloshing water around in the bucket.

You gave a shrug, assuming that he was looking at you, “It’s nice. It’s sort of boring, but with the way stuff is now, I guess I should be thankful for a boring life.”

You heard him chuckle, “You don’t strike me as a boring girl, darlin’. You look like your prone to getting into some shit.”

You smirked, he wasn’t entirely wrong about that. A few moments passed, the silence fell over the room again, the only sound to be heard was the sound of water. Your temptation was beginning to override you and your curiosity had taken over you, your eyes trailed along the floor again. Fuck it. You eyes quickly darted forward, making contact with his bare body, and the sight was not disappointing either. Your eyes widened at the sight, your legs clenched involuntarily as felt the dampness between to legs beck not noticeable than before. This man was supposed to be so terrible and evil, but here you were lusting after him after you just met.

“It you want a better fuckin’ look at my dick, just say so, sweetheart.” His deep time called, breaking your concentration on his body.

You had a look of guilt on your face as you met his eyes in embarasment. He stood there, smirking as he dropped the rag back into the bucket.

You closed your eye tightly, shaking your head, “I- I’m sorry.” You opened one eye back up slowly.

He bit his lip, “It doesn’t fuckin’ bother me, darlin’. Don’t get much fuckin’ action from women these days, and try as I fuckin’ might, your other half up there won’t give me the time of fuckin’ day.. Is she a goddamn carpet muncher or something?” He said as he pulled his pants back on.

You chewed your lip “No, I don’t think so..”

He sniffed and gave you a shrug as he walked out of his cell, setting the bucket outside, his shirtless chest still glistening from the water running down it, “Could’ve fooled me. Shit, I’ve been trying to get her for months - and nothing - not even a sad eyecontactless handjob.”

Your lips parted slightly as your hand clamped over your face, trying to stifle back laughter.

He sucked his teeth as he walked forward, “Is it that amusing, babydoll?”

You shook your head, “I’m sorry. After all the things I’ve heard.. I never expected you to be funny.”

He shrugged and gave you a smile, “It wasn’t a joke, but what-the-fuck-ever. Do you have the razor, darlin’. I’d like to get this goddamn bush off my face.” He said run in his hand through his beard.

You gave a nod as you stood up, “I do.” You pulled the chair to the middle of the room to let him sit in it. He watched you intently as you pulled the leather pouch from your pants pocket to take the razor out.

“I’m not gonna lie, I don’t really know what I’m doing with this.” You confessed, your eyebrows knitting together.

He intertwined his hands behind his head as he leaned back in the chair “Just try not to slit my fuckin’ throat, darlin’. You’re gonna need to sharpen it first of all.”

“How?”

He closed his eyes with a smirk, “See this belt looking shit right here?” He said reaching around the back of the chair to pull on what looked like a strip of leather, “You sharpen it with this.”

“Okay, then I definitely don’t know what I’m doing.” You huffed, running a hand over your face.

“Here, give it to me.” He said reaching out for it.

You backed up quickly, pulling the arm that held it behind you. Giving him a hostile look. Did he think you were that stupid?

He gave you a call smile and blinked, “I’m serious. Look, if I wanted to fuckin’ escape, I wouldn’t need a dull fuckin’ straight razor to do it, babydoll.” He said leaning forward, his tone was serious, not the joking-nonchalant one he had been using the majority of the time.

You knew it was probably a terrible idea, and your mind was screaming at you not to do it, but you couldn’t help but believe him, and his natural charm wasn’t any help in keeping you cautious of him for very long. You let out a breathe and took a slow step towards him, reaching out to give it to him. You felt the chills run down your body when his hand made contact with yours, his fingers lingering over your skin longer than they should have before he pulled back, taking the one object he shouldn’t have been allowed do have in his hand. You had to let your mind adjust to the situation, you could only imagine Olivia’s face if she she saw this shit. You took a step back as you carefully watched the razor in his grasp as he stepped to the back of the chair, pulling the leather strap tightly to run the blade of the razor back and forth across it. This was a dangerous situation, and you knew it, but it seemed to excite you further at the same time. You could see the muscles in his bare arm flexing each time he moved. Your teeth found your bottom lip again, giving it a generous tug as you watched him. It was so easy to go into a trance-like state while you watched him, any movement he made being done with fluidity and ease, only making you all the more intrigued by him. You listened to the scraping of the blade against the leather, it was somewhat soothing as it eased the tense air of the room. You were snapped out of your transfixed state when when the scraping stopped. You swallowed, there was a lump im your throat when he turned back towards you, the sharpened razor still in his hand. You exhaled shakily.. Was this it? Was he gonna slit your throat and escape? So many thoughts were running through you as he stepped towards you, your body tensing, preparing for whatever he was going to do next. But you relaxed just as fast as you had been bracing yourself for something terrible.

He folded the razor back into itself, extending his arm to hand it over to you, “Might wanna be extra fuckin’ careful, sugar. It’s sharp as shit, and I’m not in the mood to get my throat slit today.”

You took it from his hand, giving him an obedient nod, surprised that he even gave it back to you at all, “I handn’t planned on it.” You smirked.

He finally sat back down, giving you some peace of mind when he did so. You walked around the the back of the chair to a small table that sat beside the wall. It was obviously Olivia’s setup for when she had the job of shaving him. You grabbed a can of shaving cream that sat on it and a clean rag before walking back over to him. His hands were back behind his head again, and his legs were kicked out as if he didn’t have a care in the world. You had to admit, you sort of admired that about him. He truly didn’t give a shit.

You held the can out to him, “I’m sure this part you can manage yourself, right?” You said teasingly.

He gave you a challenging expression and reached out to take the can from you, “You’ve sorta got a fuckin’ attitude on you, don’t you?”

“No more than you seem to have.” You brushed some hair behind your ear, giving a small smile as he began to cover his beard with shaving cream, “Females with an attitude intimidate you, or something?”

He ran his hand over his beard, his eyes shifting to you, giving you an almost dangerous look, and you decided at that moment maybe you should choose your words more carefully, he was still some who was unpredictable in his actions. His eyes narrowed as they continued to burn into yours as he handed the can back to you.

“No. I’ve always had a fuckin’ thing for the ones with an attitude.. They were always more fun to break.” He said, clearing his throat.

You turned quickly to bring the can back to the table, happy to get away from his gaze for another moment, mainly because you didn’t want him to see you blushing, yet again. It was beginning to get ridiculous. You took in a breath and walked back in from of him, opening up the razor slowly as you stood beside him, your nervousness growing again once you realized you were going to get extra up close and personal with him. You knew it wasn’t that you were were fearful of him harming you, it was for the fact that it would be would no secret to him now that you were weakened by his charming nature.

You stood there for a moment, overlooking his features before you finally reached out, placing your free hand on his head. He complied easily enough, tilting his head to the side as your brought down the razor, being careful not to cut him as you slid it down his cheek, listening to the scraping of it against his skin. He often shifted his eyes, looking at you out the corner of them. Once the first stroke was done, you were a little more confident in what you were doing.

“Shit, that was easy enough, huh?” He said as you wiped the razor on the rag, before bringing it back up to his skin again.

“Yeah, you’re still alive. I’d say I’m not doing too bad.” You smirked.

“Tell me something about your fuckin’ self, darlin’. You got yourself a man.. Or a fuckin’ woman? Can’t imagine something as pretty as you is single.” He said shifted his eyes over to you once, again giving you another sly grin.

You shook your head slowly, trying to keep your concentration as the razor glided across his skin again, “No. I was with someone, but that was a very long time ago.”

Negan hummed softly, giving you that dangerous look again. It had become apparent now that, that look made you susceptible to becoming very hot and bothered. The thought of throwing your leg over him and taking a seat brushed across your mind, you wondered how he would react. You bit the inside of your cheek roughly for letting these intruding thoughts keep popping into your mind. You finally finished with one side of his face, you looked down at his legs that were splayed out, blocking you.

You looked at him timidly, “Could you uh- your legs.”

“Sure fuckin’ thing, sweetheart.” He said clearing his throat as he sat up straight in the chair.

You moved in front of him, noting mentally that you were in the perfect position to straddle him for real now. You closed your eyes briefly. These thoughts didn’t seem like they were ever gonna stop, and you weren’t sure that you really wanted them to. You leaned forward, your hands sliding into his hair again, the sound of the razor over his skin filling the room. You followed his gaze and he made no effort to hide the fact that his eyes were locked onto your cleavage, his teeth brushing over his bottom lip. As if you weren’t hot enough over him already, the sight of lust in his eyes as he stared at your full breasts through the thin shirt you were wearing surely did it for you. You gave a small, mischievous smirk to yourself and leaned down a little further, making it seem like you wanted to be extra precise in shaving him, but in reality, you were teasing him, but of course he knew it. He raised his eyes up to you, meeting yours again. It was a dark, hungered look in his eyes and you could see his jaw flaring as he clenched his teeth tightly. You had to look away from him again, it was more intense than any stare he had given you yet, and you could feel your core clenching around nothing as your arousal began to meet it’s peak. At this point, you weren’t sure who was driving who crazy. The sexual tension in the room was no secret. It was a heavy, aching feeling.

As you got to the last bit of hair, you tried to shave it quickly. As you stood over him, your breast still in his face, you could feel the warmth of his fingertips as they brushed lightly over your legs. You swallowed hard as they rested lightly on the outside of your jeans. He was testing you to see how far you’d let him go, and at this point you were a practically a puddle beneath him, willing to let him do whatever he wanted, but trying - and failing - to keep that a secret. Once you finally finished, you backed up slowly from him, folding the razor back down and walked over to the table to set it down, grabbing another clean rag to hand to him.
He took it and wipe off the remnants of the shaving cream.

“You’re all done.” You said, exhaling, “Is that all you needed?”

He finished wiping his face and tossed the rag back onto the table before looking at you again, “That’s not all I fuckin’ need, darlin’.”

You were both locked in a staring competition now. Neither of you looked away, and you getting up the courage to not shy away from him this time as the sexual tension in the room seemed to boil over. You inhaled deeply, unwavering as you took one step towards him.

“What is it?” You said. You stood firm, but your voice was shaking.

He reached out again, letting a hand wrap around your thigh this time, running to your back, and down to grab your ass. A silent sign escaping your lips. Every nerve in your body seemed like it was on fire, and once Negan sensed that you were just as starved for some contact as he was. He wasted no time in yanking you down to him. You gasped quickly as the sudden jerk of your body as he brought you down to his lips, kissing you hungrily as his tongue darted between your lips. You held onto the back of the chair, finally getting to fulfill your though of straddling him as you threw one leg over him, settling down into his lap. You could feel how hard he was as his cock pressed against your already soaked slit through your jeans. You let out another sigh as his tongue continued to explore your mouth, both his hands now gripping your ass firmly. Your first instinct was to grind into him, and before you knew it, your hips were rolling against his doing your best to make contact with his member trying to relieve some of the ache you felt deep in your core. He seemed to take note of how desperate you were to feel something. He brushed his hands back over your thighs, unbuttoning your pants quickly. You gritted your teeth when a hand found it’s way inside, teasing your wetness with his fingers, your hips involuntarily bucking into his hand, causing a finger to slide inside of you, making you moan. He brought a free hand up to wrap around your neck. You could see the pure lust on his face as he watched you ride his fingers.

“Shit, I missed that goddamn feeling.” He growled seductively, he buried his face into your chest, biting and pulling at your shirt with his teeth, moving up to your neck to suck at the delicate skin. You knew him leaving marks would be a bad idea, but at the moment you didn’t care and you wanted him to mark you everywhere. Your hands fiddled with the button on his pants, finally getting them open as you reached into his jeans to stroke his hard cock. He grunted eagerly as he let the hand on your neck slide down to your breasts, squeezing them through the fabric of your shirt.

“Get this shit off, baby.” He ordered, tugging at your shirt roughly.

You complied immediately, lifting it over your head to throw it to the floor. He brought his hands around you, unhooking your bra with little effort, letting it fall from your body as he stuck his head into your breasts, grasping at them with his free hand, biting and sucking at your nipples as you continued to ride his fingers. By this point, his fingers were coated in your juices, he thumbed at your clit roughly.
You let your hand work up and down the shaft of his cock, moaning softly each time his fingers sunk deeper inside of you with each strike you made, but you wanted him inside of you, you wanted him to fuck you mercilessly while you writhed beneath him. Your free hand tangled in his hair as his face was still buried firmly in your breasts, your hips rocking vigorously on his fingers. He finally lifted his head back up, kissing you roughly, biting your bottom lip.

“You ever fucked in a jail cell before?” He purred seductively in your ear.

He said it as if it was a question, but you both knew it wasn’t. He was telling you what he was going to do to you, and you were more than willing to let him have his way.

“There’s a first time for everything.” You breathed back as he pulled his fingers from you, leaving you aching even more than you were and whimpering for his touch again as he left you with an empty feeling.

You released his cock, wrapping you arms around his neck as his strong arms held you close to him as he stood up, your legs wrapped around his waist as he carried you back to his cell. It was dimly lit inside of it, you didn’t even notice the cot that sat against the wall until he threw you onto it. You pulled yourself up as he stood in for of you, sliding his pants down to his hips, just enough to release his cock. You licked your lips as you watched him, finally getting a good view of just how big he was. Your hands trailed down to the front of your jeans, teasing your sensitive slit through them.

“Get on your knees.” He growled, walking forward to wrap your hair around his fist, you sighed as you propped yourself onto your knees, preparing yourself for what was next. With his fist in your hair he guided you towards him, your mouth opening for him as his cock slipped inside. You could taste the precome that had beaded on the head of his member, dragging your tongue over the tip, lapping it up immediately. He groaned, tilting his head down as his grip tightened on you, you let your lips wrap tightly around his shaft as your head bobbed up and down on him, taking in as much of his cock as you could until you could feel yourself on the verge of gagging, but you wanted to impress him, so you pushed the thought away as you shoved your own head down on his cock even further. response, he let out a moan, bucking his hips into your mouth, you could feel his cock in the back of your throat now, and you were surprised at the amount of control he had. For someone who hadn’t been with an actual woman in a while, you expected him to fuck your throat until it was raw - something you weren’t completely opposed to.

“Jesus Christ, darlin’.” He groaned, forcing his hips against your mouth, causing you to cough, but you didn’t stop sucking him, you let your tongue work up and down his length each time you bobbed your head up and down, doing your best to drive him crazy. You brought your hand up, swirling your tongue around his head, popping it in and out of your mouth lazily, letting your hand pump him, causing more precome to bead out of him. He let out a throaty grunt and pushed you off of him.

You smiled, biting your lip as he looked down at you, his eyes narrowed in a seductive expression as he leaned down, curling his fingers over the top of your jeans, ripping them off of you. You breathed heavily as he did so, not sure how much longer your could hold out. He pushed you back further on the bed as he grasped your legs, raising them to his shoulders as he nestled himself between your legs, kissing and biting hard at your thighs, making you yelp at the feeling, pain mixed with pleasure. You knew it was going to leave bruising tomorrow. He licked your slit through your panties, he was already getting to taste you as your had completely soaked through them, thanks to how turned on he had gotten you before sex was even thought of between the two of you. You laid your head back on the cot, reveling in the feeling of having someone’s tongue on you in such an intimate way again. You had almost forgotten how it felt, and when Negan did it, it felt even better than you had ever remembered it feeling. He brought his finger up to play with your clit through your panties, making you suck in sharp breathes, you were close to begging him. He pulled them to the side, dragging his finger up and down your folds, letting them slide in and out of you, creating a wet sound. Your back arched, his tongue pressed firmly again your clit as he lapped up your juices, his fingers thrusting in and out of you.

“Oh my God.” You moaned as you felt his tongue slide into you. You pulled his hair roughly, strands of it wrapped around your fingers.

“Is that what you fuckin’ like, baby?” He said, biting your wet lips.

“Yes.” You whimpered, you had bent completely to his will and were a mess beneath him, and craving his cock inside of you.

You pulled up on his hair, silently letting him know to come back up to you, “I want you, Negan.”

He leaned forward, kissing and biting his way back up your body, you gripped the sheets, loving the way your skin felt between his teeth. Your legs wrapped around him tightly once his face met yours, yours lips crashing into each other as he grinded against you. You could feel his throbbing cock teasing your aching pussy as he slipped the head in briefly, pulling back out. You whined in protest, bringing your hands back up to dig your nails into his skin, he let out a growl, wrapping his hands around your neck.

“You want this fuckin’ cock, babydoll?” He purred into your ear, nipping at your neck as he drug his teeth across your skin.

“Yes.. Please!” You answered back, letting your legs tighten around him even more.

He gave you a devilish smile as he pushed himself into you, letting all of his length slide into you at once, you lifted your hips up to his, feeling so much pleasure as he filled you up completely. You laid your head back, breathing deeply as he started with a few slow pumps into you, your walls already clenching themselves around his cock.

“I don’t think I’ve ever had a pussy this goddamn tight, darlin’.” He growled, bucking his hips against you, forcing himself deeper in, causing to to cry out. Your nails sinking further into his skin. He was going to have a few marks of his own after you were finished. He squeezed your neck, creating a delightful sensation as he started to grind himself in and out of you vigorously, the sound of wet skin smacking against each other accompanied with your moans. You bit down on your lip quickly, remembering Olivia upstairs.

“She’s gonna hear us.” You squeaked as he continued ramming himself into you, grunting into your ear.

“You’re just gonna have to be fuckin’ quiet, baby.” He said seductively, putting his other hand over your mouth to keep you quiet.

He slammed his hips into you violently, making you cry out, your voice soften by the cover of his hand as his cock hit the back of your walls. He kept it up for a while, your legs seeming to wrap around him tighter with each thrust, his cock now completely slick with your wetness as he slide in and out with ease. You were glad that his hand was covering your mouth, your moans became louder and more frequent as he had his way with you. You finally released the grip you had on him, a thought coming to your mind.

“Take me from behind. Fuck me hard.” You begged him, turning your body slightly.

He widened his eyes, smiling and he bit your lip, “Turn the fuck over, sweetheart.”

You gave him a nod, turning yourself over on the cot as you bent yourself down as far as you could, sticking your backside into the air for him. You felt a hard slap on your ass, forcing you to jerk away from him, but also wanting him to keep it up. He placed his hands on your ass, pulling you back against him as he slid into you with ease again, he gave your ass another had slap, making you moan again. You clamped a hand over your mouth, realizing the moan was louder than it should have been. He brought his hand down as he thrust into you, holding your own hand against your mouth.

“Easy, babydoll. You don’t wanna get us fuckin’ caught do you?” He smirked, slamming his hips into you again. The pleasure overtaking you, causing you to collapse into the cot as you shook your head.

You finally lifted your head back up, wanting to take some control of your own as you pushed yourself back into him, causing him to slip out of you. You turned around to face him as he stood there, looking at you confused for a moment. You narrowed your eyes at him.

“I wanna ride you.” You said bluntly, clenching your legs together as you were still feeling aftershocks of pleasure.

“Goddamn, you’re full of surprises, aren’t you, darlin’?” He smirked as he sat down, leaning back into the wall, stroking himself as you crawled to him, throwing your legs at his side as you lowered yourself down onto his cock. You gritted your teeth, making sure to keep your voice down as much as you could. You rocked your hips against his, just like you had done on the chair. You could feel his cock throbbing inside of you, only making you more eager to ride him. His hands cupped around your breasts, giving them a generous squeeze as he brought his mouth down to let his tongue swirl around your nipples. You buried your face in his neck to dull your moans. He smelled amazing and you kissed his neck, sucking the skin as he tugged at your nipple with his teeth. You bucked your hips hard against him. He moved his hands down to your hips to guide your rhythm how he wanted, still managing to maintain control even with you on top. You were starting to come to your peak, you could feel the build up of the orgasm and you already knew that it was going to be intense. You continued to thrust your hips against his, his cock slid in and out of you. You slammed yourself down onto it, causing a loud grunt to escape Negan’s lips as he clenched his jaw, giving you a dangerous stare. He continued to slam you down into his hips, only bringing you closer and closer to the edge until you were spilling over it.

“Shit, I gonna come!” You cried as you felt your walls grip around him even tighter than they had before, you could feel how wet you were making his dick as you climaxed. You buried your head further into his neck as you couldn’t help but scream, luckily it was muffled against his skin.

“That’s it, darlin’, fuckin’ come for me.” He groaned as you continued to ride him throughout your orgasm, desperately wanting him to finish with you. His grunts were becoming louder as he went into an animalistic state, forcing you down as hard as he could onto his cock.

“Motherfucker.” He growled, his fingers gripping around your waist tightly. You breathed heavily as you kept up your pace, but knowing you were already spent.

“Negan.” You moaned back in his ear.

He bucked his hips against yours for a few more times and you knew he was close. He kissed you hard on the mouth, his tongue forcing it’s way in.

He gave one last groan before he pulled you up roughly off of him, “Fuck, darlin’.” He threw you down onto the cot, quickly lifted himself above you as he stroked his cock a few times before you felt the warmth of the spurts as he came on your chest and abdomen, stroking himself dry. You let out a breath as a leaned down to you, both arms outstretched to hold his weight above you as he kissed you roughly once more. You both took a minute to catch your breathe and gather your thoughts. That had really just happened, and you were more satisfied than you had been in a long time. Negan lifted himself up off the cot as he pulled his pants back up. You sat up slowly on the edge of the cot, looking around for something to clean yourself up with, and before you could get up, he was handing you a rag and your clothes.

You scoffed as you took them, “Trying to get rid of me that quick?”

He rolled his eyes, “Fuck no, darlin’. I’d let you fuckin’ stay, but our dear Olivia is probably getting fuckin’ suspicious.”

You sighed as you wiped off your body, “Yeah, you’re probably right.” After you were cleaned up, you put your clothes on quickly as you got up to gather your things. Negan leaned against the bars of the cell, a satisfied grin on his face.

“Please fuckin’ tell me I’m gonna set you again, darlin’.” He said, sticking his arms through the bars again.

You looks back at him and smiled as you stuffed the razor back into your pocket and picked up the bucket of now cold water, “I have a feeling that I’ll be trading jobs with Olivia. If she’s not gonna reap the benefits of it, then I will.” You bit your lip as you closed the door to the cell, turning the key to lock it and stuffed the key back down into your pocket quickly, “It’s just a damn shame I have to lock you back up.”

“They couldn’t fuckin’ handle it if I was on the loose, baby.” He said, giving you a wicked smirk.

You blushed, looking at the ground momentarily, before you gave him a flirty look, “You really are an animal, Negan.”

“I’m a man of my fuckin’ word.” He shrugged, giving you an ‘I told you so’ look.

You nodded, “Well, as a man of your word, how about don’t mention to Rick I was down here when you see him? He’d probably put me off the job.”

He inhaled and ran his tongue over his lips, “Usually I’d fuckin’ say no. I get real fuckin’ pleasure from making Rick’s life difficult, but for that amazing pussy you just gave me - that I definitely want again - my lips are sealed, darlin’.”

“Good.” You smiled. You started to walk forward, but his outstretched arm caught you quickly. You looked over at him, “What?”

“You forgetting something?” He smiled as he pulled you to him to kiss you hard one last time through the bars. He pulled back to look down at you, “By the way, I’m fuckin’ keeping these.” He said as he reached down into his pocket, pulling his arm back up to show you your balled up panties in his hand.

You giggled, your face turning red, “They’re all yours, Negan. Keep it as a souvenir.”

“I’m thinking you fuckin’ sneak down here tomorrow, babydoll.”

You looked up at him one more time, a mischievous look on your face, “I had planned on it.”

He gave you an approving nod as you both kissed once more. He reluctantly let you go, and watched you walk back up that rickety staircase until you were completely out of his sight.

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desc: Newt is unable to grasp why you would ever find fascination in observing him, which is followed by a heartfelt moment, and admittance of love. 

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Newt Scamander was an absolute work of art, and simply studying his features helped you relax, so you did. He sat at the polished oak table, his right leg shaking as he focused, his honey colored locks sprawled across his forehead. When he focused, these little crinkles appeared from the furrow of his eyebrows, and he would chew his lower lip whilst deep in thought. A golden beam of sunlight twinkled across his button nose, rosy cheeks, and brilliant blue-green eyes. He reached for his steaming mug of tea, letting the curls of steam crawl over his face before taking a careful sip. Then his lips twitched ever so noticeably, and you could make out the little dimples of his curious smile.

“Why are you staring at me?” he asked, his head still bent into his leather notebook, his white feather quill tight in his hand.

You sat across the table from him, head in palm as you examined him, “because you’re very nice to stare at, Newt.”

This split his lips into a wide grin, and he gently set his quill down before giving his full attention to you. “I can’t focus when you’re devouring me with those eyes.”

You shrugged, giving a small grin, “you’re always staring at me, too.”

Newt’s glimmering eyes crinkled, “well, that’s different.”

“Oh yeah?” you teased, “how so?”

“Well, you see, with you - okay, but - you’re very, well-” New continuously tripped over his words as he fumbled to piece together his thoughts. 

“Go on,” you encouraged, stretching your hand across the table.

Newt brought his eyes down, his hand coming up gently to rest in yours, his fingers intertwining with the most cautious ease. He strung his fingers between yours, his eyes looking over your hands for a good while.

“Newt, you’re doing it again,” you giggled, when he’d gotten distracted and removed his hand to draw patterns all over your palms.

“What? Oh, oh, yes, right,” he sighed, putting his hand back in yours. He looked back up, his cheeks flushing a soft pink. “Erm, well, you are the most fascinatingly charming girl I h-have ever had the pleasure of coming upon,” he began, his cheeks reddening at once. “So y-you see, when I study my creatures, I am always discovering more of their hidden wonders, as I am with you. Sometimes the sunlight will cross different crevices of your face, sometimes your eyes are darker than usual, sometimes a strand of hair falls loose, a-and sometimes you’re smile is so wonderfully mesmerizing that I must always…watch. I can’t miss a moment, you see, I have to study you until I know all you’re little quirks like the back of my hand.” Newts eyes had drifted onto a patch of table around halfway through, unable to hold your gaze.

You squeezed his hand really lightly to get his focus, “Newt.” 

He released your hand and brought his own back down into his lap, shifting in his chair and looking very flustered when he looked back up at you.

“Newt, you’re too good to me,” you whispered, feeling ridiculous for wanting to cry. 

“I’m just so lucky to have you, please know this,” he mumbled hurriedly.

You shook your head with a faint laugh, “what makes you think I have no reason to admire you?”

His jaw clenched a little, and you saw his face droop, “my love, there is nothing special to see.”

That physically pained you to hear.

“Newt!” you gasped, “Please, never say that again.”

He grew instantly worried, “Oh-I’m so sorry, please forgive me, I-”

“Shh,” you cut him off and stood up, heading around the table and taking a seat right beside him, turning your chair toward Newt. He half-heartedly turned to face you as well.

“Newt,” you smiled sadly, raising your palm up to graze his cheek. He twitched nervously under your touch, but you reassured him and rested your hand against his freckle dotted skin.

“Newt, you are the kindest and most amazing person ever, and I hate to see you doubting yourself like this. You are so special Newt, and I wish you could see yourself the way I do; as a sweet, loving, and most definitely heart stoppingly beautiful human being. Yes there are kind folks out there, yes there are gorgeous folks out there, but never have I found someone who is both as gorgeous and compassionate to the extent that you are, which is why I am so deeply in lo-”

You stopped short, realizing you had spoken too much and instantly freezing over. You had never exchanged the three magic words with Newt before, and suddenly it seemed nothing but terrifying.

Newts mouth opened, his skin warming beneath your fingertips, “What?”

“N-nothing,” you mumbled, dropping your hand nervously.

Newt grabbed your hand gently before it could fall, and took it in his own, bringing it right up to his chest. You could feel his steady heartbeat rapidly quickening beneath the fabric of his soft clothes.

“Do you feel that?” he gulped.

You nodded shyly, “Yeah?”

“That, (Y/N), is what one who is madly in love feels,” he smiled nervously. “This here, i-is physical proof of how I feel when I’m with you, and how it feels to be head over heels for y-you, my darling.”

You felt your own heartbeat falter before quickening, and Newt asked, “Do you love me too?”

He had said it so quietly that you almost missed it. His lips quivered, his slender fingers trembling as his face sunk into a state of absolute sadness and worry. You couldn’t even speak at the sight, so instead you brought his hand up to your own chest, and lay it against your heart. Newt stretched his fingers slowly across your front, his palm taking in the rapid and intense thrum of your heartbeat.

“You tell me,” you breathed quietly.

He brought his eyes from your heart to your painfully nervous gaze. Once again, his lips twitched and broke into that familiar smile. The sun sent flares across his warm features and illuminated his overjoyed expression.

“I would very much like to kiss you right now, if you would allow me,” he proposed shyly.

You couldn’t help but laugh, your smile stretching wide as you gave him a nod.

Newt pulled a stray hair of yours affectionately behind your ear before tracing down to your jawline and resting his hand beneath your chin. He gave you one last look before tilting his head in with a flutter of his eyelids. Your eyes closed at the moment where your lips made contact. It was only for the briefest of moments, but was plenty enough for you to feel intoxicated by the taste you were given. He was soft and gentle with you, as if you were a fragile piece, and his lips were full, warm, and tasted of delightful sugar sweet joy. You could feel his hand quivering beneath your chin, but you pushed your lips in a little deeper to show you were at ease with him. You felt a rolling crystal droplet trickle down from his eyes and down onto your lips, but the taste of salt in the kiss was one that you knew was from tears of joy. Newt’s timid lips twitched upwards against yours, and he pulled back a second later, forgetting to breathe for a moment. He gulped down the lump in his throat and took a deep breath in whilst opening his bluish green eyes again.

“T-that was-” he stuttered.

“Wonderful,” you smiled and bent forward, dropping a light peck against Newt’s nose. You brought your own head down to Newt’s chest, and burrowed into the crevice of his neck, where you breathed in the scent of flowers and, possibly, niffler. He brought his hand up to hold your head, his free arm coming around your waist and giving you a squeeze. You smiled against his skin and let your eyes come to a close.

Newt sat quietly, formulating sentences but only coming up with one, “I’m just… so lucky to have you,” he whispered again.

TITLE: The Things You Do For Love

IMAGINE: Steve and (Y/N) getting into a fight and her doing something for him that she hates. 

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She stepped inside the compound, the brown bag held tightly in her hands. (Y/N) took a deep breath and opened the door. She locked eyes with the Avengers, minus the one that she was looking for. “Where is he?”

Tony gestured towards the door to the gym, “Might want to not go in there. He’s in a bit of a mood.”

(Y/N) sighed and walked towards the kitchen counter. “Tell me about it.”

“What happened?”

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Imagine finding Chris’ tattoo about you.

It was 1:48AM by the time you and your boyfriend got home from your cousin’s wedding reception. It had been an insane night filled with lots of booze and a ton of dancing. Both you and Chris had drunk and danced your way long into the night; there was no doubt your heads and feet were going to pay for it tomorrow. But it’d been a great night, the two of you- as always- had a lot of fun together. The two of you were so cute together that everyone- even the bride and groom- were a little jealous of your relationship.

Chris spent the entire wedding being a total sweetheart, there was an endless list of sweet things he did: he carried your purse for you while you went to the toilet, he accompanied you when you had to run around and greet family members you hadn’t seen or talked to since you were a little girl, he wrapped an arm around you and kissed your hair when you started getting emotional about the vows, he made sure you drank enough water and ate enough food to counteract the alcohol you were consuming because he knew you were a lightweight after two years of being together. Chris even gave you his too-big-for-you shoes towards the end of the night, carried your heels in his hand, and ruined his favorite socks- all because he knew your feet were killing and couldn’t bear to see you in pain. You’d lucked out with him, that was for sure.

Chris carefully stacked your heels onto the shoe rack before turning his attention to his shoes that you easily slipped off. He picked them up and slotted them into their respective spot on the rack before taking your hand and hauling your half-drunk ass upstairs. Your eyes fell on his favorite socks which were no longer a pretty cobalt blue considering he padded around on public grounds without his shoes protecting them. You felt terrible as you were responsible for murdering his socks; it was more than likely you could just soak and wash them, but your half-drunk ass didn’t think of that.

“I’m sorry,” you said and he glanced over his shoulder at you with a raised brow; he’d no idea what you were apologizing for. “I ruined your favorite socks,” you explained then pouted, making him laugh. “They’re all dirty and gross now, thanks to me.”

“They’re just socks, sweetheart.” He shrugged nonchalantly because he really didn’t care, “don’t worry about it.” He tucked your arm under his when you got upstairs, he chuckled when he saw that you were still beating yourself up over the socks. “You’re still a little drunk, aren’t you?” He squeezed your hand gently and led you to the bedroom.

“I’m very much sober,” you said with a lopsided grin that made him laugh.

“Okay, my love. Let’s put you to bed,” he pressed a kiss on the top of your head.

He sat you down in front of your dressing table while he went into the bathroom to get your makeup cleanser and cotton pads. “Think you can manage?” He quizzed when he held out the two items for you; you nodded and took it from him, turning to the mirror to start the tedious process of removing your makeup. “Now let’s get this off,” he said as he moved your long locks out of the way to take off your necklace for you.

“Hey, Chris?” You looked at him through the mirror.

“Hm?” He looked up at you after he successfully removed your necklace.

“Do you think we’ll ever get married?” You asked him and he immediately smiled.

“Of course I do.” He lowered your necklace in your jewelry box. “I’m just waiting for the right time to pop the question. I feel like now isn’t because of my contract with Marvel, I mean- I don’t want to have to leave you after just getting engaged. I kind of just want to jump into the whole wedding planning and post-engagement glow, I can’t really do that if I have to run off. So I thought I’d wait until after my contract with Marvel finishes, if that’s okay with you.”

“As long as I know you’re in it for the long haul,” you smiled, “I’m okay with anything you want.”

“Sweetheart,” he chuckled. “Of course I’m in it for the long haul, if I weren’t- I wouldn’t have asked you to move in with me and I definitely wouldn’t have added your name to the house’s legal documents.” You nodded in acknowledgement. “Are you sure you’re sober?” He chuckled again, lifting your hair over your shoulders and letting it cascade down your back.

“Yes, I’d be a lot worst if I were drunk. You should know that by now,” you said and he laughed. “The wedding’s just got me thinking about having one of my own. I know you’re in it for the long haul, but we just haven’t talked about getting married before so-” You stopped talking and began to mumble when you saw the smile he had on his face, “I don’t know, I guess I just wanted to hear you say it.”

“I’m going to marry you,” he bent over and whispered into your ear. “I am not going anywhere and neither are you.” He planted a kiss into your hair, “are we on the same page now?” You chuckled but nodded, and he smiled. “I’m going to change out of this, I’ll be right back to unzip you.”

“Okay,” you nodded and resumed cleaning off your makeup.

In the mirror, you caught Chris walking into the wardrobe. He stood half in, half out as he took off his blazer, tie, slacks, then shirt. You watched him with great appreciation for his amazing physique; he was a lot more than his body, but it didn’t mean you didn’t appreciate it. He caught you admiring him as he pulled a pair of track pants over his legs, he smirked as he walked over shirtless with his tee in his hand.

“Why don’t you take a picture,” he teased, “it lasts longer.”

“Don’t really need to take a picture if you’re here for the long haul,” you winked at him. He chuckled and started to pull his tee over his head when you caught a tattoo on the side of his ribcage that you’d never seen before. “Hold up,” you lowered your cotton pad and turned around, lifting his shirt to take a closer look at the unfamiliar tattoo. “When did you get a new tattoo?” You trailed your finger across it then laughed softly when you realized what the tattoo was; a date, 4/7/2015. “Aren’t you patriotic, Captain?”

“Not that patriotic,” he responded with a light chuckle. “This is actually for the first time you told me you loved me,” he explained and you felt your heart skip a beat as you lowered his shirt. “Remember? Fourth of July, you met my family for the first time?” You nodded, smiling; it was a good day. “We rented a place by the beach, my whole family came out and we had a huge barbecue bonfire type thing.”

“And we snuck away just before they let off the fireworks,” you continued and he nodded, smiling. “We went for a walk on the beach and I told you I loved you, a feeling you very easily reciprocated which was nice to know. I can’t believe you got that memory tattooed into your skin,” you gently poked the spot where the tattoo was, “you couldn’t just keep it in your brain?”

“Nope,” he shook his head with a smile that made your heart flutter. “Because that memory is far too important to me. Yes, it reminds me of the first time you told me you loved me, but it’s more than that.” You raised a brow for a more elaborate explanation. “It’s the day my life fell into place, Y/N. When you told me you loved me, it was like- all the stars aligned,” he admitted and you felt your eyes welled with tears of joy. “That was the day I knew I wanted to spend the rest of my life with you.” He brought your hand to his lips and kissed it gently, then chuckled against your skin as he said. “And the day my mom said she’d disown me if I ever lost you.”

“Yeah, right,” you laughed. “Lisa loves you way too much to disown you, even if you did lose me.”

“You clearly don’t know how much she loves you,” he smiled. “About as much as I do,” he bopped your nose. You lifted his shirt to admire the tattoo again when he released your hand; an act to which he chuckled softly at. “If you’re wondering when I got it, let’s just say it’s been an inappropriate amount of time for you not to notice.”

“Okay,” you laughed softly as you pulled your hand away, letting his shirt fall back over his abdomen. “I’m sorry I don’t notice every single tattoo on you, you have too many.” He chuckled, turning you around to unzip your from your dress. “But I know about it now and I absolutely love it.” Your dressed dropped to the floor and pooled around your feet.

“Mm…” Chris brushed his lips against your bare shoulder as his hands ran up and down your sides. “Does this mean you’re going to get a matching one?” You turned around in his arms and wrapped yours around his neck, smiling. “Or you know,” he kissed your neck, “at least something that pays me and our love some form tribute?”

“You know me very well, Chris,” you began as he pulled back to look into your eyes, “so you should know what my answer is.” He chuckled softly when you smiled, the both of you simultaneously answered, “hell no.”

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  When Dean Winchester asked you to go shopping, you had thought the world was ending. Dean and shopping were two things that never went together. Dean didn’t shop. Dean went on supply runs but when it came to buy clothes for himself, let’s just say a few choice words were involved along with eye rolls, huffs, and the occasional rude comment to the retail worker. You hated shopping with Dean almost as much as he hated shopping. Why hadn’t it been Sam?

  You met Dean at the mall, the two of you walking towards a high end mens clothing store. You didn’t even want to think about why you were going in here with him. You knew it was because of her. He informed the retail worker that he was looking for a suit that he could wear to a party, one that looked like he was from the early nineteen hundreds. Some Great Gatsby party of some sort. You tried hard not to be the first one to roll your eyes. 

  She picked out a couple of suits that she deemed would be perfect for the event. You tried your best not to glare daggers into the back of her head when you caught her eye-banging your best friend. Dean was gorgeous, and he knew it too. He never had a problem landing the girl of his choice, which is why he was with her. Lisa Braeden

  She had everything you didn’t. She was giving Dean the apple pie life he so desperately deserved. She gave him the white picket fence and a bed to sleep in. A kid that you were almost certain was his. What could you give him? A back massage after a rough hunt? Even though Dean promised Sam that he’d settle down with Lisa, it didn’t stop you. You were only here because Dean called for some assistance. He still talked to you on a regular basis. But he wasn’t your Dean anymore. He wasn’t the Dean that had your back on hunts, or the Dean that stayed up all night eating junk food on the impala hood. He was hers. She was his. You were grateful he didn’t cut you out all together, but seeing him happy because of her was the worse kind of torture you have ever endured. This, was your own personal hell and there was no way you were ever getting out of it. 

  “How does this one look?” Dean called out from behind the closed curtain. He shoved them both to the side, waltzing through with a small smile playing on his lips. You swear, your heart skipped a beat. You didn’t think that was humanly possible but if someone were to monitor your heart, you were certain it would have showed. Dean looked stunning in the suit; damn near perfection. His hair was parted differently, like he fixed it when he looked in the mirror before he came out. It hugged his body in the best ways. You could see every bulge on his body, every curve and edge. 

  It killed you.

  You could feel your heart shattering, completely crashing into a million different pieces. It doesn’t matter what past you had with Dean; what crap you’ve been through together. It didn’t matter how many times you had saved each others lives and patched each other up. Dean was out, living another life. He was with the girl you knew he loved; a girl that wasn’t you. He was getting dressed up for her, he had a family with her

  He was never going to be yours. 

  “Y/N?”

  “Hmm?” You shook your head, blinking away your tears. 

  “What do you think?” he asked nervously. 

  “I think that’s the one,” you smiled weakly. 

  “Me too,” he chuckled. “I think Lisa is going to like this one.”

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My Little Creation

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Title: My Little Creation

Pairing: God!Chuck x Baby!Reader

Word Count: 981

Warnings: fluff, slight angst

A/N: This was requested by an anon! I hope you all enjoy this! Feedback is welcomed and appreciated! I love you all so much! <3 <3

Chuck wasn’t one to visit his creations.  He usually trusted the parents to do their jobs and raise them.  Unfortunately, not every child had the best parents.  It wasn’t that your parents were terrible, but that they were busy.  Often too busy to hear your cries for attention.  He was willing to make an exception for you.

Chuck padded up to your crib, putting a finger to his lips.  Your cries for help subsided slowly.  It was almost as if you knew who he was, but he knew better.  There was undeniably something special about you and the way you reached out for him.  He picked you up, cradling your small body in his warm arms.

He snapped his fingers, a small bottle of milk appearing on the changing table.  He smiled at the way you eagerly accepted his offer of food.  He looked in the direction of your parents, frowning as they started to argue.  It was as if you were the least of their concern.

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“Why don’t you come in? We can talk.”
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You were the youngest and newest Cullen Clan member. Alice had seen you and from there her and Jasper set off to find you. When you returned with them you were met with nothing, but love and affection from your new family. Growing particularly close with Carlisle you had heard all the stories of the Volturi and of his time with them. They interested you and terrified you all at the same time. You emphasized with the twins most and understood what made them so cynical as vampires. That’s why when you heard they were coming for a visit you made sure to be as polite and well-behaved as you could be. Your first impression when Aro walked through the door was “Woah I wish my hair was a silky as his,” which needless to say earned a slight smile from Edward. Cauis looked exactly as he had been described to you, perpetually pissed off. Marcus seemed to have no interest in why they were there and what was going on, and you couldn’t blame him. Felix was the next you noticed, he loomed at least a foot and a half taller than you and had a physique similar to Emmett. You bet that would be one heck of a fight if it ever came down to it. Next to Felix stood a shorter man who you recognized to be Demetri, Amun had spoke of him the last time Carlisle and you had visited Egypt. You knew the capability of his power and found it absolutely fascinating. A girl about three inches shorter than you glided up to Aro’s right side. This was her. This was Jane. She looked different than you had imagined. Her hair was pulled back into her signature bun and her red eyes scanned the room several times every minute, as if she was ready to drop someone at any moment. Her cheekbones were sharply defined and her lips were thinner than yours. She made eye contact with you and you immediately dropped your gaze to your painted nails and started to chip off the gray and red paint. You only looked up again when her burning gaze left your body. When you looked up a boy had moved to Aro’s left side. You almost took a sharp intake of breath but quickly regained yourself. This was Alec. He stood with his shoulders square to make him look broader and his feet shoulder with apart. His face alone was beautiful, much like his sister his cheekbones were high and defined, but his lips were plumper. His red eyes glittered under fine, thick lashes, indicating they had fed recently. His dark hair was sweeped the side and it framed his face nicely. His hands were clasped behind him beneath his cloak and his arms rippled every minute or two showing that he was clenching his fist. You heard someone clear their throat and your head snapped in their direction.
“Aro, this is Y/N, the newest member to our clan,” Carlisle spoke giving you a soft smile as you looked Aro in the eyes giving what you hoped looked like a welcoming smile.
“Y/N, what a lovely name for a lovely young lady” Aro spoke taking tow strides forwards and grasping your hand.
“Tha-” you didn’t get to finished before your human life flashed before your eyes as Aro saw it. Your first day of school, your first crush, your best friend, your prom dresses, your car, your parents, your siblings, the car wreck that you “died” in, he saw all of it and you had never felt more vulnerable in your existence.
“What an extremely ordinary life you had, Y/N,” Aro commented striding backwards to his spot between Alec and Jane.
“I-Um-thank you, I guess,” you stuttered trying to regain composure. Aro gave off a light laugh before Marcus stuck out his hand to him. Aro quickly grabbed for it pushing Alec back slightly, as if what Marcus was offering him better than the blood he craved. Not seconds later Aro’s loud maniacal laugh filled the kitchen where the clan’s were gathered. Edward was beside you in seconds in a defensive stance
“No, I will not let my baby sister be mated to him,” Edward hissed.
“What is it Aro,” Carlisle said calmly, as if he already knew the answer to his own question.
“Miss Y/N here, is Alec’s mate, dear friend,” Aro said dreamily like, as if he had hoped for this very day. My mouth fell slightly agape as I made eye contact with Alec who hadn’t even broke composure. He was stoic, he showed no shock as I did. Jane, however, looked as if she was ready to burn me right then and there.
“No,” Emmett growled and moved to stand by Edward in front of me, “Out little sister isn’t about to be mated with a Volturi guard.”
“Your ‘little sister’ has no choice, fools,” Cauis spat, looking for a fight. Emmett growled and started to move forward. You grabbed his arm and attempted to hold him back as Felix moved forward. You had bet that a fight between the two would be a good fight, but you did not want it to be over you.
“He is right, Emmett, you have no say and neither do Alec or I. I’m sure if he had a choice he would chose different,” you pleaded with your brother. Fortunately, Emmett backed down and so did Felix, but the tension still stuck in hot and heavy in the air.
“May we stay a few days, Carlisle. So the new mates may get to know each other before she comes back to Voltaire with us,” Aro smiled as if the encounter between Emmett and Felix hadn’t even happened.
“Of course,” Carlisle nodded much to your horror. Yes, Alec was beautiful, but did you want to be mated to him? You weren’t for sure, he put you on edge, they all did.
The days went on and you didn’t even speak with Alec. Yes you two had your fair share of state downs as you tried to find the right words to say to him. What do you say to him? “Oh hey my names Y/N, nice to finally meet the guy I’ll be with for the rest of my immortal life,” some how you didn’t think that would quite cut it. Jane had been staring you down every time she saw you. You understood why, she feels like you’re going to take away her brother and he’ll not have anytime for her anymore. You understood where she was coming from, but it was seriously making you panic that she would light you on fire if you turned your back to her. You decided enough was enough and it was finally time to talk to Alec and maybe Jane if she was with him at the time, so there you stood in front of the white oak door with your hand raised ready to knock. You debated for several minutes before lowering your hand and moving to back away. Right as you did though the door swung open.
“I’ve been waiting for you to knock, but seeing as you never did, why don’t you come in? We can talk,” he spoke smoothly.
“Uh, sure,” if you would have been human your face would have been redder than that really bad sunburn you got when you went to the beach for spring break one year and didn’t wear sunscreen the whole week.
“My sister feels as if you are going to take me away from her,” he bluntly stated closing the door behind him.
“I promise you that won’t happen, I know how much the two of you mean to each other,” you say hugging your arms to your chest and turning to face him. You fiddle with the ends of your long sleeve shirt as you waited for a response.
“Good. As long as you know my sister will be a priority over you,” he was very cold.
“I know, I am sorry. I know you don’t want to be mated to me. I’m in no way pretty and by no means special. I don’t even have a power,” you apologize lowering your gaze from his.
“You are very pretty, Y/N. Please do not think otherwise. And you are special. Well now you are. You’re the mate to one of the witch twins. You will be respected because others will be afraid to disrespect you because you are mine,” his slender fingers wrap under your chin and lift your face to look at him.
“No matter what you may believe Y/N, I do want you and I believe with time we can learn to love each other. For now though, no I don’t love you, but you are mine.”

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EXO (OT12) - Reaction to You Being A Foreigner Who Knows Their Native Language

Minseok:
When he was telling Jongdae what a beautiful woman you were when you were sitting a table away from them at a café he did not expect you to come up to him later with your number saying “You aren’t so bad yourself, handsome.” The shocked expression on his face amused you even more, “You mean you understood me?” You giggled, “Obviously, I learned the language before coming to live in a foreign country. Call me sometime, yeah?” You gave a wink and left him standing there speechless.

Luhan:                                                                                                                Luhan was walking around China when he decided to stop at a local street vendor for some food. When he was ordering, some girls recognized him and starting freaking out. “Can I just eat in peace for once.” You were standing behind him in line and said, “So you are why those girls are going crazy?” He turned expecting to see another native but instead noticed you were a foreigner. “Yeah,” He gave a sly smile, “I’m kind of famous.” You gave a look of amusement. “Anyways, why are you so damn good at Chinese?” You giggled, “I’m kind of a good study.”

Kris (Yifan):
While enjoying the nightlife that comes with living in California, Kris found himself in one of the many nightclubs. He received a phone call about a movie role in China and of course proceeded to speak in Mandarin. You being a bystander ended up hearing the conversation. “You are an actor?” You asked fluently in the language he just spoke. “Yeah I am,” he smiled then gave a confused look, “You speak Mandarin?” You smiled and started walking away, “Maybe we can speak more after dancing.” Kris gave a sly smile and followed you to the dance floor.

Junmyeon:
Waiting around at an airport can be quite annoying, it is even more annoying when your flight doesn’t leave when it is supposed to. A message rang out over the loudspeaker and you heard one of the men in the group of guys waiting for the same flight as you ask, “What did that just say?” in Korean. You responded out loud without thinking, “That the flight will be delayed until the storm stops.” He turned to you in response with a smile, “You speak Korean?” “Yeah,” you laughed, “I actually lived there for a few years when I was younger. Sorry to budge into your conversation.” He gave you a gracious smile, “No harm done, my name is Junmyeon. Care to talk a bit while we wait?”

Yixing:
Yixing looked up at the rollercoaster his friends were in line for and started mumbling how crazy they were to himself. “Not a fan of roller coasters either?” You asked casually in Chinese as you were waiting by the gates for your friends too. “More so of getting hurt,” he responded as he turned to face you. He had a confused look on his face to see that you were in fact not Chinese. “I did some studying abroad if that is what you were wondering,” you said with a smile. He nodded and gave a little laugh. “I am Zhang Yixing,” he said with one of his signature bows he did out of habit. “Y/N,” you said in response with a little bow of your own, “Ready to watch this horrifying sight together?” He smiled and you both turned back to watch the enormous metal contraption run its course.

Baekhyun:
Baekhyun and Chanyeol were walking around taking in the sights that New York City had to offer when they decided to make a bet and see if they could get a girl to say they were cuter than the other. Not expecting you to know their native language Baekhyun came up to you and gave a simple “Hello” in English. As you heard Chanyeol calling out words of encouragement in Korean you decided to respond with “Annyeong.” When he realized that you could speak in his own language he gave a giggle and a finger wave. “Do you mind playing along in helping me win a bet?” You smiled, “If I get your name first.” He gladly offered his name as you took his outreached hand and walked over to fool his friend.

Jongdae:
When your uncle asked if you could bartend for the night at his restaurant you were hardly enthused by the thought of creepy men flirting with you over the counter. However, when an attractive bunch of foreigners walked in things seemed to be looking up for you. You heard them chatting in Korean so you decided you use your multilingual skills to ask them what they wanted to order. One of the guys, who you noticed to be very muscular under his shirt, was automatically overjoyed and didn’t seem to care about ordering at the moment. “What else do you know?”

Chanyeol:
Chanyeol and the boys were at a party in Busan when he noticed you across the room. He assumed that you wouldn’t know enough Korean to hold a conversation so he ended up just staying where he was. However, when you walked over and started talking to him he couldn’t hide the smile that formed on his face. “You really know Korean!” he said after you two had been talking for a while. “How else would I be able to talk to such a handsome man,” you joked and he laughed.

Kyungsoo:
When they said there would be a new make-up artist he was surprised to see that you were a foreigner. As the boys introduced themselves one by one his shy smile broadened when you began a conversation with him. “Your Korean is really good,” he said reassuringly. “I try,” you said as you both laughed, “I could still use a little bit of teaching.” He perked up at the thought, “I could help you when I have free time.”

Tao:
Tao was browsing the men’s ware at a popular clothing store when you heard him asking his friend something about the color he should get in Chinese. “I would go with the red one,” you said, “it will make a statement.” Tao turned to you and the fashionista within him responded, “that is what I was thinking too.” Your skin tone was a dead giveaway that Chinese was not your native language. “Where did a pretty girl like you learn Chinese?”

Jongin:
When out in Seoul for the night walking his dogs he did not expect to talk to a foreigner. “They are so cute! May I pet them?” You said in fluent Korean. Taken aback it took him a moment before he smiled and said “Yeah, of course.” He grinned as he watched you interact with his kids. When you stood back up he offered for you to walk with him. “You can walk one if you’d like, I’d enjoy the company.” He was very interested in getting to know you.

Sehun:
Even when on tour this boy needs his bubble tea fix. When you offered to help him order after seeing that he was struggling a bit, he was surprised. After you ordered for yourself he ended up paying for your drink. “You really didn’t have to,” you said shyly. “It’s no big deal, besides I want to know how you speak Korean so well.” You sat with him and ended up joking around and talking for a while.


I tried to make each situation different. I hope you guys like it. :)

Sending Our Love


  Jensen hated that he was so far away from her, especially in a time like this. He hated being away from her period but this weekend just seemed to make it all the worse. He knew that she needed him, more than ever actually, but she insisted that he go and be with the fans. She was always so supportive of his career and what he did. After all, he met at her because of his career. She practically packed his bag for him and pushed him out the door, not taking no for an answer. She knew just how much it meant to the fans to see them in person. She wasn’t about to take that away because she wasn’t well and needed him. 

  He couldn’t take his mind off of her the entire time and he was so damn sure it showed. His heart was back in Austin with his wife and no matter how hard he tried to keep his mind off of her, he couldn’t. Jared had kept his eyes on Jensen all day, reassuring him that Y/N was okay back in Austin with Gen and the boys. Y/N was a strong girl, and both of them knew that.

  “My question is for Jared,” the fan said into the mic. Jensen turned to face her anyways, trying not to stare into the wall behind her. “If Dean were to let Sam get a dog, which dog do you think he would get?”

  Jensen felt his phone vibrate in his pocket while Jared listened to the question. He pulled it out of his jean pocket and looked at the screen to see his wife’s face on the screen, requesting to FaceTime. He couldn’t deny her the call, especially if she needed him. He nudged Jared, showing him the screen. He nodded, giving Jensen the go look. 

  He pointed his finger up at the crowd and made his way backstage, sliding the accept call button. Moments later, her face popped up on the screen. She looked tired, wearing one of his red flannel shirts, laying in what looked to be their bed back in Austin. She was still the most beautiful girl he had ever seen. “Hey sweetheart,” he smiled. “Everything okay?”

  “It is now. I missed you and I needed to hear your voice. I’m sorry if I called at an inconvenient time,” she frowned, worry etched on her face. 

  “I’m in the middle of the afternoon panel. Do you want to say hi to everyone?” he questioned. She nodded her head profusely, a smile crack upon her lips. Jensen carried the phone in his hand and flipped the screen so she could see Jared’s back and the crowd on the screen. He picked up his mic, Jared looking at him with concern.

  “So, as you may know a little while back, Jared and a very significant other of mine came up with the Always Keep Fighting campaign. Have you guys heard of it?” he asked the crowd. The room went wild and Jared began to smile, knowing exactly where this was going. “Right now, my girl is at home, fighting her own battle like the badass woman that she is. How would you guys like to send her some of the love that Jar and I both know this family has for her. I’ve got her right here with me. Hey sweetheart, there are some people that want to say something to you,” he smiled. The whole room clapped and screamed for her, chanting her name amongst wishing her the best. 

  “Jar and I love you too, baby girl. We’ll be home before you know it,” he smiled at her, blowing a kiss to her through the screen. Jensen could see the blush rise upon her cheeks and it made his heart skip a beat. 

  “I love y’all, too!”

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A Bittersweet Trickster

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Title: A Bittersweet Trickster

Pairing: Gabriel x Reader

Word Count: 1,013

Warnings: fluff, slight angst

A/N: This was requested by an Anon (and around Christmas, so I apologize for the wait <3). I hope you all enjoy this Sweet Treat Saturday <3 <3 Feedback is welcomed and appreciated! I love you all so much!

Family was always a touchy subject for you.  Your family wasn’t the most supportive group of people.  They weren’t supportive, loving, or reliable.  You loved them because they were your family, but there wasn’t much beyond that.  You never let Gabriel come around them before because of how they reacted to your friends.  You couldn’t imagine how they would react to you having a boyfriend.  However, you were about to find out and you were worried beyond belief.

“You have a boyfriend,” your oldest brother questioned, disbelief evident in his voice.  His eyes studied Gabriel closely.  It was as if he thought Gabriel was some kind of hologram projection.  “Is there something wrong with you buddy?”

“Not at all,” Gabriel replied flatly, his lips forming a flat line.  He didn’t like your oldest brother.  He felt like he was talking to his own brothers.  “[Y/N] is a lovely woman and I love her very much.  I think she’s just the girl for me.”  Gabriel flashed you a small smile.

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Tom Holland Imagine: So Cute

Summary: You’re visiting Tom’s family for the first time and insist on buying them a bottle of wine so you don’t show up empty handed and Tom helps you pick what kind

A/N: I just really don’t know why Emma Stone and Ryan Gosling aren’t married… (also, sorry this is super short)

Warnings: none

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“Toooommmmm!” I whined for about the 500th time within the few minutes we had been in the store.

Tom rolled his eyes playfully again as he pulled me into his side. We continued to walk through the store as we scanned though all the different kinds of wine.

“How do you not know what your parents drink!?” I asked.

“Y/N, it’s really not a big deal. You already bought them both gifts and you didn’t even have to do that! Honestly, you don’t need to be doing this, love.”

“Yes I do! I can’t just not get them something!”

“But you already bought my mother a necklace and my father a tie! You’re fine!”

“Noooo! I need something else for both of them!”

Tom sighed and ran his fingers through his hair. I began to wonder off on my own when Tom’s phone rang. He answered it after he mouthed to me that it was his mother.

I scanned over all the different brands and flavors and ages. How the hell am I supposed to know which one they like!?

I trudged back over to Tom and tried to get his attention to ask his mother. Tom kept shaking me off and pointing to his phone.

“I know, Tom! I’m trying to get you to ask her about the wine!” I whispered.

Tom waved me off and turned away from me.

I huffed, angry from the lack of attention and playfully bit Tom’s shoulder. Tom smiled at me over his shoulder before he began to playfully act like he was being attacked. I giggled at his stupidity and walked away over to another set of wine bottles.

I heard Tom hang up the phone and walk over to me. I smiled as he wrapped his arms around my waist and snuggled his face into the crook of my neck.

“My mother said she likes just plain old red wine. Nothing special to it.” Tom said as he laid a kiss on my collar bone.

I grabbed the bottle off the wall and headed to the check out. I slapped my card on the table before Tom could even think about paying for it.

“Babe-”

“It’s my gift, Tom. Not yours.”

Tom held his hands up in surrender and backed away. I smiled and kissed his cheek as the cashier bagged the bottle of wine.

“Thank you.” I said to her.

I intertwined Tom and I’s fingers and walked to the doors. Just as Tom and I were about to leave, he heard his name being called.

Tom and I turned to see two girls smiling widely as they stood next to their parents. The girls looked at each other before they ran up to Tom and hugged him.

“Can we have a picture?”

“Of course.”

Tom took pictures with both of the girls, acting stupid and cute with both of them, clearly making their day.

I stood to the side and smiled at my boyfriend when I felt one of the girls tap my shoulder.

I turned to her and smiled kindly.

“Hi, Y/N. I know you probably hear this a lot but I just really think you’re beautiful. Tom’s really lucky to have a girlfriend like you.”

“No, I’m the one who’s lucky.” I said as I looked at the love of my life as he shot me a wink.

After the girls got their pictures, Tom and I headed to his parents’ house.

After we finished dinner with his parents, Tom and I headed up to his room to watch movies and cuddle.

As Tom watched Star Wars, I played on my phone and opened Twitter. I smiled as I saw the girls that we had met today had post the pictures the took with Tom.

Tom looked down when he felt me chuckle.

“What’s so funny, love?”

“Those girls from today. They took a video of us and made it into a gif.”

I held my phone up to Tom and saw him smile when he watched the gif of me biting Tom’s shoulder and then him acting like he was being attacked.

“Did you read the caption, darling?”

I pulled the phone back to my face and read what the girls had written.

“So we saw Tom and Y/N shopping for wine today and they were just honestly the cutest couple I’ve ever seen. Plus, they were total sweethearts when we asked for pictures. New #otp”

I smiled and leaned up to place a kiss on Tom’s smiling lips.

“I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

There was something a little off about Harry today. He was perfectly fine before breakfast: He had woken you up with kisses to your cheek, the two of you spent a while snuggling before you decided you wanted to have some breakfast. Harry said he was going to send a couple emails before he’d come and join you. Of course, it never happened, and you came upstairs a while later, not surprised to see him tapping away on his phone. While you were brushing your teeth and doing whatever it was you needed to do, Harry went downstairs to find something to munch on. After he came up, you couldn’t help but notice the obvious shift in his mood. The two of you were currently sat in the living room, you with your eyes glued to the TV screen and Harry with his eyes glued to the screen of his phone. 

“So what do you wanna do today?” You asked, glancing at your boyfriend before bringing your attention back to the advertisement that was playing on the TV. 

“Don’t know, don’t care.” Harry grumbled, his brows knitted together as he slumped deeper into the couch. You turned to look at him again before your own brows furrowed. 

“We could always make some brownies. We’ve got all the ingredients!” 

“I hate brownies. They’re highly fattening and your sugar levels will go straight through the roof.” Harry said bluntly, dark green eyes flickering over to you. What? Harry loved your brownies!

“What about a walk in the park? We could use some fresh air.” 

“It’s that time of the year where the population of bees in the park increases drastically. So that’s a no.” 

“Stay home and watch TV?” 

“You’ll destroy your eyes. You already have glasses, Y/N.” 

“Alright, geez. Party pooper.” You huffed, turning the volume down on the TV before turning to face Harry with a frown. “What’s the matter with you today? You’re being a dick.” 

You’re being a dick.” 

“Now you’re being immature and grumpy.” 

“Am not.” 

“Are too!” 

“Am not!” 

“Are too-” 

“Well I wouldn’t be so grumpy if you hadn’t finished the rest of my rainbow bagel I was saving for breakfast!” Harry blurted out, pulling a face before flopping back against the couch. A bagel? He was upset over a quarter of a bagel? 

“Are you serious?” You had to admit, you felt a little guilty for eating the rest of his bagel, but there was nothing left to eat! Not to mention, Harry always snuck bites of your food! 

“Yes, I’m serious. I waited half an hour for that damn thing.” Harry pouted, the realization of how bratty he was being washing over his features. You couldn’t help but giggle at your boyfriend. 

“Will it make you feel better if we go out today and buy a couple to bring home? I’ll gladly wait in line with you this time so you don’t have to brave the thirty minutes alone.” You teased, walking over and sitting down next to him before pressing a kiss to his cheek. “Sorry about eating your bagel. Promise I’ll ask next time before shoving it down my throat.” 

“S’okay. Sorry for bein’ so mean.” Harry murmured, already googling the address for the bagel place. “I could go for some brownies too.” 

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Imagine finding Chris’ dog. 

A/N: Just a cute little one shot for you. :D

You found yourself taking a short cut through the dog park instead of taking your usual route after you finished your lunch shift at the bistro you were doing part-time at. You usually took the longer route as it was your form of getting some exercise in, just in case you were too tired or lazy to complete your daily workout routine. That and you didn’t like walking through that park, you saw too many people with cute puppies which reminded you of the fact that you didn’t have one of your own. But it was for the best, you were far too busy between school and work to actually care for one, perhaps when you were older and had a significant other to help with the load.

You always listened to music when you walked; you scrolled through your playlist while you strolled down the footpath, using your peripheral vision to avoid bumping into things and people. You stopped when you caught a dog staring at you in your sideline, who started barking with an excited wag of its tail to capture your full attention. You pulled out your headphones and smiled at the dog, who oddly looked a lot like a dog you knew. You descended to your knees in front of the pup and patted its nudging head while you tried to figure out why you found the handsome boy so familiar; it took you no less than five seconds.

“I know you,” you grinned as you looked around for his owner, “you’re Dodger. Oh my God,” you breathed, scratching his head. “Your dad is Chris Evans,” you whispered to him like he didn’t already know. “Do you know I love you as much as I love him?” You quizzed then cooed at him, “you’re so cute! Dodger, stop,” you laughed when he relentlessly licked your face.

“Dodger!” You heard Chris’ voice and your breath hitched in your throat; you looked up and you thought you felt your heart stop beating. “Come here right now!” He pointed at the ground next to him and Dodger padded over, his tail still wagging excitedly. “I am so sorry,” he apologized to you and you shook your head, smiling as you rose to your feet. “I let him off his leash for a second and he was off. He must’ve seen a pretty-” he cut himself off, chuckling. “There is no way I can sound good right now, considering my dog just attacked your face.”

“No, it’s fine,” you chuckled. “He wasn’t attacking my face, he was just giving me some very sweet kisses. Weren’t you, bud?” You winked at Dodger, who barked in response. “It’s fine, Chris, um- I’m a huge fan so- I’m very flattered that your dog likes me.” You told him and he laughed, making you laugh. “You were right when you said he’s a real sweetheart.”

Chris gave Dodger’s head a good scratch as he leashed him back up, trying not to smile too widely at the fact that his plan worked. He’d seen you across the park and recognized you as the pretty girl who worked at Mario’s Bistro. He also noticed that you usually walked past and not through the dog park, which was why when he saw you today- he took ahold of the opportunity and thought he’d pick you up with the best way a guy knew how; with a cute dog. While he knew you avoided the park, he could tell you liked dogs from the way you’d smile at the dogs running around in the park every time you walked past. He didn’t know why you didn’t walk through more often, but he was glad you did today.

“Can I get you a cup of coffee to apologize for Dodger?”

“Oh, no,” you chuckled as you descended back down on your knees to pat Dodger. “You’ve got nothing to apologize for,” you told him; Chris chuckled softly when he realized you were a bigger fan of Dodger than you were of him. “He’s so cute, I could just take him home.”

“You could take us both home,” you thought you heard him mumble under his breath and you bit back your smile as you blushed. “Let me buy you a cup of coffee anyway, or tea- if you’re not a coffee person.” You got back on your feet, chuckling at his persistence. “There’s a dog friendly café, just down the road with the best iced lemon tea. We were going there anyway and I think-” he glanced down at Dodger who was nudging his head into your hand, smiling at how great a wingman his best friend was. “He’d really like your company.”

“If I didn’t know any better, Mr. Evans,” you chuckled. “I’d say you’re using your dog to pick me up.” He chuckled as he lowered his gaze; those lashes that you’d swoon over seemed so much longer in person. “Smart move, there’s no denying that.” You smiled as you scratch Dodger’s head again, “I do love dogs, especially yours.”

“So is that a yes to iced lemon tea with us?”

“It was a yes the second you started talking to me, I just wanted to pretend like I had some dignity and you didn’t have me wrapped around your finger.” You admitted with a soft chuckle and he laughed, grabbing his left pec. “And paw,” you cooed and booped the pup’s nose when he barked for your attention.

“Well-” he chuckled as he beckoned his head for you to follow him; you did, walking alongside him and Dodger. “If we’re splitting hairs, I don’t have all that much dignity either. I may have unleashed Dodger and sent him running your way just so I had a reason to talk to you.” You laughed, shaking your head in disbelief. “What?” He chuckled. “You’re very pretty and I wanted to talk to you.”

“You could’ve just talked to me without using Dodger.”

“Yeah,” he shrugged with one of those cute half smiles boys did, “but I have a feeling it wouldn’t have gone as well as it did. He’s a lot more charming than me,” he said and you laughed. He glanced down at Dodger, “right, bud? He says right,” he chuckled when he turned back to you.

“Well, I disagree,” you smiled. 

“And this is why I wanted to talk to you,” he chuckled.

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Touch

anon requests:

Can you do an imagine where Cameron kisses you and is really touchy/clingy with you all the time and the guys tease him about it but you love it and think it’s cute? Thank you ilysm 💕💖

Hey love, Wondering if it was possible for you to write an imagine where you and Cameron have a heavy make out session where you give each other hickies, grind etc?

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The setting sun cast a golden glow across your eyes as the end of the day drew near. You sat on the edge of the pool, swishing your toes into the cool water as you watched Cameron mess around with the guys. He’d invited a bunch of them over;  the Jack’s, Nash, and Aaron. The guys were tangled in the grass in a wrestling match that you couldn’t help but laugh at, and as they rolled through the greenery, you saw Cam’s head poke up to look at you. His big goofy grin spread across his face as he cheesed at you happily from across the garden, so you reciprocated the gesture. You heard him say something, and then untangle himself from the boys to come jog over to your side. He plopped down on the warm stone beside you, and dipped his own feet into the water.

“Hey gorgeous,” he said happily.

“Hey Cam,” you grinned, “having fun?”

“Mm,” he shrugged, “I think it’s more fun when I’m with you.”

He kicked his foot up, sending water droplets all over your legs, and looking pleased about it, too.

“Cameron!” you pouted and gave him a shove whilst you scooted away from him.

“Sorry, but I couldn’t miss the opportunity,” he chortled.”Now come back here, I wanna hold you.”

You raised your head and threw him a glare, trying not to break your angry facade.

“I know you can’t stay angry at me,” he teased.

Your face melted into a smile as you scooted back to his side, “Well, you’re right.”

You put your feet back in the water, bending your head down to stare at the crystal ripples across the surface of the pool. You saw Cameron’s wavering reflection in the water, his eyes on you as he noticed a stray hair in your face that he tucked gently away behind your ear.

“You’re really beautiful, but I like you better when you’re not just a reflection,” he said, signalling that he wanted your attention.

You giggled and raised your head, turning to lock eyes with Cameron. His big brown eyes held yours, his bronzed skin glowing under the light of the sun as he wrapped a warm arm around your waist. He bit at his round lower lip, his thumb gently caressing your back, but he only brought himself close enough to you that small gap lay between your mouth and his.

“Fine well if you’re not gonna kiss me,” you joked and pretended to pull away, causing Cameron to pull you forward and laugh into your lips. You brought your arms into a lock around his neck, Cameron’s hands holding your face to his as he molded his warm and soft lips gently into yours. He smelled like the freshly cut grass and he tasted like heaven, so much so that you found your chests pressed together, your nails digging into his skin as you urged him for more.

Suddenly, you were interrupted by a loud whistle, and out of nowhere a huge wave of water crashed over you and Cam. You stuttered and pulled your lips from his, wiping the water out of your eyes and turning to face four smug faced boys in the pool. The Jack’s, Aaron and Nash whooped at you from the water, “Sorry, did we interrupt you?” they called sarcastically.

You stuck your tongue out at them and folded your arms, “At least I have someone to kiss right now.”

Johnson shook out his blonde hair like a dog and swam at you, his hands grabbing at your exposed legs, “Say it again,” he dared.

Cameron kicked at Johnson’s shoulder with his own foot, “C’mon, give it a rest.”

Jack raised an eyebrow and smiled, “Can’t keep your hands off her for five minutes can you?”

“Don’t you get sick of him?” laughed Gilinsky.

Nash swam to the poolside and plopped down right between you and Cam, forcing you apart.

“Guys,” you smiled, eyeing Cameron, who’s cheeks were flared in embarrassment.

“I wonder what would’ve happened if we’d left Cameron for one more minute,” said Johnson.

“He was all over you, (Y/N),” Aaron added.

“I like him like that,” you smirked and extended your hand to Cam, who stared at it questioningly.

Nash grabbed your hand before he could take it, and laced his fingers right into yours. “Awh, look, we’re holding hands,” he sung out at Cameron.

Aaron and the others began swimming towards Cameron at the same time.

“Hey, what do you think you’re doing?” you asked them.

“Stop,” Cameron hissed as Nash pushed him towards the water, the other boys dragging him down.

“Ca-” you started, but he just shook his head at you and let himself be tossed into the water with his shirt on.

When he came up, all the boys had exploded into laughter.

You threw them a glare and kicked Nash back into the water to shut him up.

Cameron hoisted himself out of the water, and began to slink away.

“Babe, wait up,” you called, offering him your dry towel. You were in your bikini, but you’d dried off a while ago, so you stuck your hand out, and Cameron took it halfheartedly. 

He tossed off his soaked shirt and looked himself over, “at least I had my swim shorts on.”

You pursed your lips and nodded, sighing a bit, “Sorry Cam.”

Cameron wrapped the plush white towel around himself, “Not your fault.”

He ran a hand through his brown-golden hair until he had it in place again, his deep brown eyes resting back on yours.

You smiled a bit and ran your fingers through his wet locks, “stray hair,” you smiled.

Cam chuckled sadly, his smile forced.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” you asked. “Please tell me those guys aren’t getting to you.”

Cameron flicked his tongue across his lips, his eyes flickering back to the guys, who were all watching you both.

“Oh come on, babe,” you laughed.

“They won’t stop getting on me being like this about you,” he sighed in frustration.

“I don’t mind, it’s cute” you said.

“But they piss me off so much,” he glared at them.

Your fingers grasped his jaw, making him look at you, “I love you so much,” you smiled wide.

“Am I too clingy?” he responded quietly, his eyes searching your face.

“I could never get enough of you,” you breathed seriously.

His lips twitched, “Your like a drug, (Y/N)”

You folded yourself into his arms, pecking him once, twice, three times. The water droplets sparkling on Cameron’s rippled chest were snuffed out by your skin on his. You moved your face from his, but his hand snapped up, bringing you back into his sugar sweet lips, his breath hot on your face as he paused for air before swooping back down on your mouth. You nipped at his lower lip, your eyes closing, hands moving to his soft hair and letting the sensation of his smooth lips pressing firmly to yours take you away. Cameron tilted his head, crashing his lips to yours for more, his tongue finding its way into your mouth easily. Your tongue slid between Cam’s lips, both your tongue’s fighting for dominance, a low growl rumbling hungrily within Cameron’s throat. You moaned quietly into him, your nails grabbing at his hair, his grip on you unbreakable.

It was Cameron who let go, his chest rising heavily, his lips satisfyingly raw. He brought his hands down onto your curved hips, a smile growing on his face.

“You know they’re all watching us?” you asked.

“Of course,” he smiled and turned you away from the boys, his lips finding your jaw. You bent into him, aware that every second he satisfied you, his eyes were right on the embarrassed boys in the pool. He groaned into your skin, sucking and nibbling at your jaw until he’d left his mark. You let the primal instinct in you take over, your back hitting the wall of the house and closing the space between your bodies. He wasn’t done with you yet, though. You bent your head to the side, Cameron’s hot lips back at your exposed neck and drawing noises of satisfaction from you. His body glued to yours, he held you pinned there, and began to grind his body gently into you, the rhythm of his body on yours matching the pace at which he worked his mouth on your skin.  Flustered and aroused, he detached his lips from your neck, leaving noticeable purple marks across your flesh.  You sighed in satisfaction, nuzzling your head into the crook of Cameron’s neck, one of his hands wrapped tight around your waist, the other holding your head to his sun kissed skin. Cameron ran his fingers through your tangles, dropping a kiss on the top of your head and lifting his head to the distanced boys, who stared dumbfounded at him, drool practically hanging from their open mouths. He threw them a smug expression and momentarily raised his hand to give them all the finger.

“We should go inside,” Cam mumbled faintly into your skin.

“Why?” you asked, raising your eyes to his mischievous ones.

“Because what I’m about to do to you would not be appropriate for the guys to see,” he chuckled.

All of You (I Want All of You) | (Part 2) | (Part 3)

Daryl x Reader Smut Warning! 18+ Only! NSFW

A/N: This was a request, hope I get it right. :) My first post-negan era smut piece. Daryl is in the Sanctuary still and is approached by Negan’s daughter (Reader), she takes a liking to him and smut ensues. I didn’t get to the ‘Negan doesn’t approve’ part of the request, may have to make a second part if people like it.

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Y/N hated it here. All the men constantly eye fucking her and making lude jokes when he wasn’t around and all the women disgusted by her because she was his daughter. Not like you had any choice in the matter, if you had had a choice you would rather be out on your own taking your chances with the dead. You claw a little at your bedroom window, high above the sanctuary, staring jealously at the staggering walkers you see clawing their way toward the Sanctuary’s gate. One of your father’s men put it down immediately. You sigh in dissatisfaction and close the white lace curtain over the frame again and plop down on your bed.

I am so fucking bored. You say to yourself and begin to play absentmindedly with your hands. Suddenly your door slams open and your father makes his presence known.

“Y/N, I thought I told you I wanted to have dinner with you tonight? Get your ass over to the dining room.” Negan gruffly cried out, the vein in his neck popping from your disobedience. You roll your eyes and sit back up.

“Sorry, dad. I lost track of time.” You huff and walk out the door in front of him and head down the hallway to the small dining room his men had set up for us. You sit down at the four post wooden table and notice that the meal is already laid out for both of you, complete with placemats, utensils lined up on the right side, wine glasses, and a bowl of some sort of soup, still steaming with heat.

“What the fuck is this a five-star restaurant?” You scoff and slump down into the chair, disrespectfully.

You father sits down on the opposite side of the table, smiling to himself at the scene. His demeanor changes slightly at your words, “You’d do well to remember how good you have it Y/N.” He growled with a hint of anger.

“Oh yeah. How fucking good I have it.” You roll your eyes and begin to slurp your soup, you can taste corn, tomatoes, and green beans, as the hot liquid slides down your throat.

One of Negan’s men saunters into the room with a bottle of wine, ready to pour into both of your glasses. You allow him to fill your glass, after he pops the cork, you nod in appreciation. Alcohol was one of the only things that got your through with these assholes some days.

The man walks over to fill Negan’s glass and he looks up at the servant, covering his glass with his hand.

“Timothy, fucking tell me this is the merlot and not that fake grape shit again.” He glares at the man.

The man steps back a little, with fear in his eyes, looking again at the bottle, “Yes, sir.”

Negan removes his hand and nods, in a gesture to the man to continue. With now shaky hands the man pours Negan a glass, setting the bottle on the table.

“Will there be anything else, sir?” The man picks a point on the wall behind you both to fixate on as he speaks, with his arms militantly behind his back.

“No.” Negan replies shortly. The man nods once and turns to walk out of the room.

“Jesus, Dad.” You say, chuckling a little to yourself at what a dick he could be sometimes.

“What?” Negan replies, looking at her with laughter in his eye.

You laugh a little to yourself as you lift the bowl in front of you and gulp down the remaining liquid, wiping your hand across your face after you were done. You lift the glass of wine to your lips and sip on the liquid, watching as your father hungrily finishes his own dinner, and takes a sip of his own red elixir.

“So…” Negan begins, swirling the red liquid around in his glass.

Here we go. You thought and tensed up a little, taking a big swig of your drink this time.

“Have you thought anymore about what we discussed the other day?” He asked.

You grimaced a little and sighed heavily. As if it wasn’t bad enough being stuck in this post-apocalyptic world with a bunch of these losers, your dad now continued to insist you pick one for your own. You were a grown ass woman and here he is treating you like a teenager, asking you continuously if you had a boyfriend yet. You took another big gulp, nearly finishing your glass off, and stared your father down.

“What makes you think I would ever want to date one of your servants? None of them have any balls, they are all just a bunch of whining bastards that hide behind you. I want a real man and there doesn’t seem to be any around here.” You finish off your glass and slump back in your chair with your arms folded.

Negan sighed, “I know they aren’t much to pick from Y/N, but I want to know that you are protected when I’m gone or if something happens to me.” He says his voice softening, which didn’t happen much these days.

You relax your arms a little at his concern, “I know you are worried, dad. But I’m going to be okay all on my own.” Even before the world went to shit your dad was always worried about you, you didn’t date much, mostly because you were picky af and no one ever really measured up to your standards.

“Besides some whiny bitch boy isn’t going to be able to protect me anyway.” You scoff making Negan laugh out loud and lighten up again, that was the strong-willed daughter he knew and loved.

He took another swig of his wine and giggled a little.

“I’m just sayin… Fuck Y/N, we own this place and these people, you could have anyone you wanted, take your fucking pick.” He finishes the conversation there and gulps down the rest of his glass.

“When I find a man worthy of me, I’ll let you know. But don’t hold your breath.” You say toughly with a side smirk, something you definitely had gotten from the man sitting in front of you.

He chuckled again, nodding his head, while looking down.

You sigh a little, debating whether or not to have another glass of wine. Wine wasn’t your favorite, but you loved to feel the rush of the alcohol as it moved through you.

“Wish I could get a really fucking drink!” You say loudly, cocking your head to the side, looking at the doorway where the servant had entered before, nothing.

Negan sighed and nodded, he took a pair of keys out of his pocket and throw them across the table, they landed next to you with a thud.

“Go ahead. Take those down to the kitchen, I know we scavenged some good shit last week, take what you want Y/N.” He got up, not bothering to pick up any dishes, knowing that would be taken care of for him. He walked over to you and gave you a tussle on the top of your head.

“I’m fucking exhausted. I’m going to bed. Have a good night Y/N.” You smiled a little up at him and nodded. He walked over to the doorway before stopping at the frame and glancing back.

“Oh. And thanks for having dinner with your old man.” He smirks a little and heads out the door.

You grab the keys into your hands and get up out of your seat. Timothy waited until you were both out of the room to come back in and clean everything up.

You slide your hand along the concrete walls absentmindedly as your fingers traced them, room after room. You made your way down the stairs from the tower where you and your father’s rooms were, to the main floor where all the servants beds were huddled together like this was fucking sleepaway camp, you scoff a little at their cowardice. Heaven forbid they had to actually stand on their own two feet. You thought angrily, but pushed it out of your mind. You tried to never spend too much time thinking about them.

Your fingertips grazed down the long metal railing as your feet hit a long descending stairway into the basement. Your feet tapped along the hard cement floor as you walked off the stairs and turned right down the next hallway. You could see the four cell doors that were in front of you, on the left-hand side. You traced these metal doors, wondering who was in them. Poor bastards. You thought, wincing a little. You loved your father but you had never agreed with his tactics, not that you had a choice in the matter.

You lightly touch each door, silently hoping they were empty, but knowing in your gut that probably wasn’t true. After you pass the cell doors you take right and walk down another long hallway, until you reach the giant double doors of the dining room, which lead into the huge kitchen. You notice the padlock on the doors is unlocked and the chain is hanging to the side. Someone must be in here. You thought to yourself, confused as it was late and most people were already asleep.

You pull the doors open with dominance and walk into the room with authority, scanning for whoever was in the room. Your eyes scan the dining room tables, nothing, then in the corner of the room, behind the tables, you spot Dwight and another man dressed in a crappy white sweatshirt and matching sweats. Dwight is standing over this man, with folded arms and demeaning eyes. The man has his head low and a bunch of his hair in his face, as he mops up and cleans the floor of the mess hall.

Dwight’s head snaps over in your direction when he hears the you walk in, he smiles cockily. The other man does not look up and just continues about his task, walking over to push the mop back into the yellow bucket beside him.

“Hey there, Y/N.” Dwight says, licking his lips and looking you up and down.

Pig. You thought to yourself, folding your arms over your plain white t-shirt, that clung to your body.

“Dwight.” You say stoically, before walking over to the kitchen. You disappear behind the kitchen doors and start looking for the boxes your father had said were down here. You smile as you see what you came for, a bottle of half way decent vodka, your favorite. You grab a glass out of the cupboard and pour yourself a shot, downing it quickly and pouring another. You watch out the windows of the kitchen doors as Dwight stands over the man with dominance, spitting something hateful at him. You took another shot, grabbed the bottle and went back out into the dining room and sat on a table a couple of feet away from the man.

“Jesus, Dwight, can’t the man do his job without you whining at him like a little piss ant?” You laugh a little at yourself, and sip on your drink again. The best part about being Negan’s daughter is you could say whatever the fuck you wanted to whoever you wanted, and you really hated Dwight. Always acting like he was some kind of a God, when everyone knew he’s be the first to bend over to save his own ass.

Dwight says nothing for a moment and then walks over to you, putting his hands on the table you are sitting on, so that both hands are on either side of your cross-legged body. You just glared back at him, which made him chuckle a little.

“So, word is that your daddy is looking for someone to own you darlin.” He says coyly. You couldn’t tell if he was trying to flirt or just being creepy af, you decided probably both.

You kick your feet out and knock one of his hands off the table.

“That’s none of yours.” You say flatly.

“Well, what if I wanted to be this ‘someone,’ he teased, leaning closer still.

You scoff at this, “In your wet dreams Dwight.” You spat back at him.

“Why not?” He asked curiously. You knew he would never lay a hand on you without permission, so you were free to say whatever the fuck you wanted.

You took another swig from your glass and laughed a little.

“Really? ‘Why Not’? Well for starters I’m looking for a real man, someone who won’t bend over the minute my fucking father snaps his fingers. You are just like all the rest of them, except the size of your ego. But really, man?” You flick the vest he is wearing, flicking him on the side of his chest.

“Fuck, you can’t even live your life without stealing whatever someone else has. You think it is sexy to watch you walk around wishing you were someone else? I know who you stole this from, you’re pathetic.” You scoff at him. You had heard all the stories about a man named Daryl, the people from Alexandria, and Dwight’s run-ins with this mysterious figure. You had never met him, but he sounded like he was kickass and didn’t deserve Dwight’s wrath or humiliation tactics, hell no one did.

“I would never want a man like you.” You glare at him again, “Now, will you get the fuck out of here so I can enjoy my night?” You command him and he stands back up and begins to walk back over to the man with the mop.

“Come on, time to go back to your cage.” Dwight says and roughly grabs the man, who says nothing and allows himself to be whipped around.

“I said you get the fuck out of here. I’m a big girl, I can return him to his cell when he’s finished with his fucking job. He ain’t bothering me like you are and last I checked Negan doesn’t like when work goes unfinished.” Dwight sighed a little and looked away, as if you’d just kicked him in the balls. He says nothing more to the man or you and turns to walk out of the room.

“Shut the doors on your way out.” You command again.

Dwight walks to the doors and mumbles something, sounded like, “Bitch,” before slamming the doors shut behind him.

“Fucking Asshole.” You say out loud to yourself, pouring yourself another glass of liquid before setting the bottle back down beside you.

As your adrenaline subsides you remember suddenly that you are not alone in the room. You glance sideways to see the mystery man back to his task of mopping, his head still firmly fixed at the floor.

“Sorry about his shit.” You say lightly, the man does not respond, continuing to push the mop around in long strides. You notice how muscular he is, even under that god awful sweat suit. Your eyes take him in, he looked like he had been beaten several times over and was dirtier than you had ever seen someone, dirt clinging and crusting to his face and his hair, that fell over his silent eyes. Poor guy. You thought to yourself sadly.

You suddenly kicked your feet out from under you and scooted off the table, your feet slamming the concrete floor harshly. You walk over into the kitchen for a moment, not noticing the man’s eyes curiously on you for the first time. You re-emerge from the double doors with another glass in your hand. You walk over to the table that has your drink, grabbing your glass and the bottle before walking over to the table closest to the man. You pull two chairs out and slam both glasses down in front of each respective chair, that sit across from one another. You point to one of the chairs.

“Sit.” You commanded, but in a softer tone than you had used with Dwight.

His head slowly looked up, confusion in his eyes. He says nothing, but obeys.

You stand over him and begin to pour each of you a glass.

“I think you’ve earned a break.” You say with a sideways smile, before taking a seat in front of him, your back to the doors.

The man looks at the glass filled with liquid and does not touch it.

“Oh jesus, fuck.” You say, grabbing his glass and taking a swig, “I’m not here to poison you.” You laugh a little, harshly, and return his glass to him.

The man slowly takes the glass, using both of his big, rough hands to pull it to his lips for a small gulp. He winces a little as the alcohol hit a cut on his lower lip. You notice this and also notice all the cuts and bruising around his knuckles.

“Jesus, fuck. What the hell are they doing to you down here?” You ask angrily, more to yourself, as the man doesn’t seem to say anything. You shake your head in anger.

“I swear to fuckin god…” You say to yourself and walk back towards the kitchen. You fill up a small bucket of soapy water and grab a couple of towels. The mystery man takes another couple of swigs of his drink, happy to be drinking something other than dirt water.

You walk back over to the man, slide your chair out of the way and slide the table away, leaving your drinks on the wooden surface. You kneel down in front of the man, who sits in the chair more tense than ever.  You push one of the towels into the clean soapy water, and pull it out, wringing it in your hands a few times. You kneel up with the towel in your hand, he stares at you, trying not to show any emotion.

“My name is Y/N. I’m just going to clean you up a little okay?” You say with compassion in your eyes.

The man nodded a little and looked down, sadly.

You softly raise your hand up to brush the hair away from his eyes and notice his left eye is red and bruised from a beating, you guessed. You winced a little as your traced your fingers over it.

“Savages.” You mutter to yourself, making the man look sideways at you.

You begin to caress the warm wet towel over his forehead and over the inflicted eye, he growled a little at the pain.

“Sorry.” You say and continue down his face to run the fabric across his cheek, down his jaw, up to his other cheek, up to his other eye, down his nose, and finish by wiping all the dirt and blood off of his lips. He again growls when you hit the cut on his lip. You bend down and shove the towel back into the water, and wring it out again, you kneel back up and gently rub all the dirt and grime off of his neck, starting with the sides, moving to the back of his neck, and coming to the front, as you slowly use your other hand to push his head up so that you can clean the front of him. You slowly drudge the fabric up and down him and he moans out a little in pleasure. It felt so good to him to finally be rid of the dirt and grime he had had building up for weeks since they brought him here.

“There.” You say satisfied, with a little smile on your face, again removing the hair from his face and tucking it behind his ear. “And look, you can see those beautiful eyes now!” You smile proudly and bite your lip a little at your slip, the man didn’t seem to notice.

His eyes are softer now when he looks at you, but he still remains silent. You scoff a little.

“You are a quiet one, aren’t you?” You say out loud, still kneeling down by his side.

“At least tell me your name.” You said, starting to get a little irritated, you had little patience.

“Daryl.” He offered shortly and your eyes snapped up in surprise.

“Daryl? The Daryl?” You say, suddenly feeling like you were meeting your favorite superhero.

He scoffs a little as he allows his face to relax into a small smile and nods.

“Holy shit. You’re the stuff of legends around here.” You say laughing to yourself as you get back up and kick the bucket away. You pull the table over so that it is a few feet away from the man’s chair and hop back up onto the table, grabbing his glass and handing it to him, you grab yours as well.

You hold your glass out to him, in a gesture, he reaches out and clinks your glass.

“Man, I can’t believe I am meeting you! I was sure my father was going to kill you.” You say sadly looking at the ground. “But, if you’re still alive… He must have something big planned for you.” You say smiling a little, earning an angry growl from the man.

“I ain’t nobody’s bitch.” He says lowly and slams the liquid down his throat, reaching the empty glass out to you, gesturing he wanted more. You oblige, turning to grab the bottle behind you.

You turn back looking up at him through low eyes for a moment before filling the glass.

“Sorry. I didn’t mean it that way. I just mean it probably means he will keep you alive.” You say apologetically, filling the glass.

He looks at you, his eyes opening to you more with every second. “If you call this living.” He scoffs and gulps down the liquid again.

“I’d give anything to be out there.” You gesture to the world beyond those walls. “I’d rather take my chances alone in the woods than be stuck here with these assholes.” You scoff, earning you another look of confusion from the man.

“Out there ain’t a place for a girl like you.” The man called Daryl says, in a serious tone.

“A girl like me?” You ask playfully.

He glares up at you, “You’ve probably been behind these walls so long you wouldn’t know how to protect yourself, too used to everyone taking care of you.” He says a little angrily, taking you aback a little, he was not wrong.

“So, who takes care of you?” You ask curiously and his head snaps up at you again.

“No one takes care of me. I’m my own man.” He says glaring into your eyes.

Yes, you are. You thought to yourself as you allowed your gaze to run over this man you had heard so much about.

You lick your lips a little, feeling something you had not felt in a long time, longing. You remember the moments where your fingers caressed his face and his lips, you lean forward a little lost in your own thoughts.

Daryl stares at you seriously, awaiting your response.

“I could take care of you.” You say slowly and boldly.

“What?” He asks, he seriously had no fucking clue what was happening.

You slowly stand up from the table and walk over to him, sitting down on his lap, straddling him with both hands. You look playfully into his eyes, brushing his hair away to see more clearly into them. He sits there in shock, watching you intently. He wasn’t sure what kind of game this was.

You notice as  stiffens under you, as you sit on him and smile.

“Don’t worry, I’m not going to hurt you, Daryl. In fact, I want to do my part to help you feel better.” You say before softly kissing his battered left eye. Daryl flinches his face away in reaction, before looking back again at you, his head as far back as it can go, looking at you angrily.

“Girl, what are you doin?!” He commands, staring intently into your eyes.

You smile and softly run your hands up and down the sides of his face, he was so beautiful, even covered in bruises and scratches.  You trace the hurt areas of his face slowly.

“I told you. I just want to make you feel better.” You say before pulling his face back to yours. You kiss him softly again on the eye, his forehead, down his cheek, before reaching his mouth. You look up at him and see that he is watching you intently, still confused, but his eyes softening, as did his tense reaction, you feel his body lean a little closer into you as you watch him. You smile into his eyes and then look back at his lips, you slowly kiss his lower lip, kissing the cut on it ever so lightly. You feel the man growl into your lips. You lick along his lips, grazing your tongue across his upper lip, trying to get him to allow you access.

You hear another, deeper growl and his lips begin to part. You slowly slide your tongue into his mouth and suck on his tongue, you feel him put his hands on you, resting on your sides. You moan a little at his touch, you forgot how good that felt. You being to swirl your tongue around his, slowly at first, and then picking up the pace, he pulls you slowly into him, willfully starting to kiss you back, swirling his tongue gently around yours. He moans into your mouth and you feel yourself getting wet just by the sound of him. You gently swirl your tongues around and around, it becomes more passionate with each second. You break away from his mouth and begin to kiss down his newly washed neck, first in the front, as he lifts his head in pleasure, and then making your way around to the side of his neck, devouring his skin with your mouth. You lick and suck up his neck and just under his ear, you nibble the sensitive area and feel him writhe underneath you.

You detach your mouth again and lean back in his lap to look at him. His eyes were glowing with lust as he looked you up and down, still a little confused by just what was happening. He looks over at the double doors that you had both came through and then back at you.

“Don’t worry. Everyone’s asleep.” You reassure him, taking one of his hands from your side and using your own hand to guide it up to your awaiting breast. You lean your head back and cry out a little as you use his hand to pleasure you.

“That feels so good.” You cry out to yourself and his hand begins to do the work on his own, gently massaging you over your bra. He begins to get braver and tries to shove his hand underneath your bra, under your shirt.

“Mmmm” He moans to himself as he feels your rock hard nipple under his hand, he massages and pinches it a few times, watching in pleasure as you moan to yourself.

You pull his hand away from you, dropping it back to his side.

“No, no, honey. This is all about you right now.” You moan, feeling yourself getting wetter by the moment, all you wanted was him all over you, but you wanted to make him feel better.

You get off of his lap and pull him up off of his chair, so that you are both standing facing each other, you look at his broad chest and shoulders and begin to caress your arms up and down them, first his shoulders, and then down his chest, until your hands reach the waistline of his sweatpants. You look down in between you and can see he is already so hard, you cup his cock from outside his pants and he cries out a little.

“Fuck.” He moans in reaction. You smile and reach your hands back up to his waistline. Ever so slowly you begin to pull down his pants, you kneeling down to the floor as the fabric does the same. You pull the pants down past his hips allowing his hard cock to spring free, you moan a little at the sight of how big he is and continue to pull his pants down, until they are resting on the floor at his ankles.

You kneel down in front of his cock and look up at him. He is staring at you with raw desire.

“I’m going to make you feel so good.” You moan and graze your hand down your own breast for a moment before focusing on the task at hand.

You lick your lips and slowly lick your way up and down his long shaft.

“Oh yeah.” He cries out to himself softly.

You continue to lick up and down, and come up to his head and swirl your tongue lightly around it, earning you another moan. You pull away just for a second, long enough for him to snap his head down at the loss of contact. You giggle a little before shoving him into your mouth, long and hard.

“Fuck yeah!” He cries out and you begin to bob your head up and down onto his hot cock, over and over. Tasting him already, you swirl your tongue around his tip again a few more times, before continuing to shove his cock down your throat.

Suddenly, you feel him pull your head back by the hair, you moan in pleasure. You look up at him and he is licking his lips, fucking you with his eyes. He pulls you up by your shoulders, until you are standing again facing him. He doesn’t say a word, but continues to fuck you with his eyes. 

He grabs your arms and shoots them up into the air, you comply with a smile, he rips your t-shirt off and his hands go to your back, where he caresses you softly a few times before unclasping your bra. You took your hands down and slowly dipped out of each strap, before letting it fall to the floor. He stands back a little to take you in, he smiles and begins to kiss your neck.

“So sexy.” He says softly into you as he ravages your neck with his mouth. He licks the side of your neck up and down before crashing his lips onto you, behind your ear, he sucks and licks harshly now, with more need, as his hands come up to caress both of your bare breasts, his hard cock pushing against your denim jeans, glistening a little. You reach over and pull at his shirt, trying to tug it up, while he has his hands on you, you moan frustrated. He chuckles noticing your futile efforts. He removes his hands from you for a moment before pulling the shirt off of himself in one quick motion. You bite your lip and smile in appreciation as you notice his large frame in all its glory. Those fucking arms. You thought to yourself, even more turned on than before.  

He strides back into you, pushing your ass into the table behind you. He crashes his lips back onto yours and sucks and swirls on them with urgency.

“Let’s get these off.” He says, breaking the kiss, to look down at your pants. His hands easily unbutton them, you feel the zipper descend, and feel his rough hands yank and pull your pants down, as he leans down with the fabric to set you free. You help him and step out of your jeans leaving you only in your panties. He stands back up and stares at your pussy through the fabric, you have already soaked through them.

“Damn.” He mutters staring at your pussy in admiration. He slowly reaches his hand out to touch you, he slightly slides his fingers up and down your folds through the fabric, making you cry out and arch your hips.

“Yeah, baby!” You cry, as he makes his way up to encircle your clit with his fingers. His fingers are already wet from your juices and he growls a little, as he slowly moves the fabric aside and teases your folds again. You arch into him over and over, with your head back and eyes closed, trying to feel every moment purely.

He slowly slides one of his fingers into you and you arch hard into it.

“Fuck yeah!” You scream and he shoves another one in, slowly pumping into you with his hand. You cry out again, this time snapping your head back to face him, you want to feel him, you pull his shoulders closer and start to devour his mouth again, harshly kissing into him, as he pumps into you.

You look at him with passion, breaking the kiss.

“I want you. I want all of you.” You say breathlessly, staring at him with pleading eyes.

He smirks a little and nods in agreement. He removes his hand and shoves your panties down to the ground, you kick them off alongside your pants. He pushes you back into the table and suddenly lifts you up by your ass and slams you onto the table.

He grabs your ass with both hands, on either side of you. You love feeling his rough touch on your skin. You cry out his name into his neck, wrapping him around you again.

“Daryl. I’m ready for you, please! I want you inside me!” You command.

He takes his rough hands off your ass and grabs your legs, wrapping them around his waist. He kisses you passionately once more before looking down to align his cock with your awaiting pussy. He slowly pushes himself into you and you moan in pleasure, he was so fucking big inside your tight pussy.

“Oh My God! Yes!” You scream in pleasure, as he pumps into you again a few more times, painstakingly slow.

“Oh Daryl. Yes. Harder!” You scream and he begins to pump into you faster and harder. You arch into him with your hips, finding his rhythm, until you are both slamming against each other. He thrusts into you long and hard and with each thrust he hits your clit.

“Fuck yeah!” He cries out and grabs your ass harder, trying to pull you as close into him as possible. You slam against each other over and over, long and hard, and you can hear the table legs slide and groan underneath you two, as it tries uphold you.

“Harder baby, yeah!” You moan as he begins to fuck you as hard as you have ever been fucked, he thrusts into you longer and faster, slamming into your clit over and over, faster and faster.

Suddenly you can feel yourself nearly there.

“Right there baby, faster! I’m going to cum!” You cry out and he thrusts into you faster and shorter, hitting the same spot you had told him felt so good. Faster and faster he slams into you, until you cry out in pleasure.

“Fuck! I’m cumming! Fuck yes!!” You scream as you slam your hips back into his over and over, cumming all over his cock.

You feel him slamming into you hard and fast as you continue to cum around him. A few more long thrusts inside of you and you feel him explode inside you.

“Fuck yes!!” He cries out, throwing his head back as he cums inside you. He thrusts into you a few more times, earning him a moan of pleasure from your mouth, before pulling himself out of you and leaning against your neck, exhausted.

You are both covered in sweat and breathing heavily as you hold each other up. He wraps his arms around you, while trying to regain his breath. You do the same, wrapping your arms around his broad shoulders, listening to your heart pounding in your ears.

“Damn.” He mutters into you and you smile.

Once your breathing returns to normal you pull yourself up and look into his satisfied eyes. You kiss his forehead lightly and look into him again.

“Thank you.” You say, not realizing how long it had been since you had been pleasured, and even then nothing compared to this.

He scoffs a little and leans up to kiss your neck.

“Thank me?” He says jokingly.

“Shit girl, thank you!” He says smiling a full smile, the first one you had seen, it was the most beautiful thing in the world.

He stands back up and looks at his sweat suit on the floor with disgust, he knew he had to put it back on, but it was the last fucking thing he wanted to wear.

You look at him and anger returns to your being. You hated how this amazing man was being treated.

You stand up and reluctantly begin getting dressed yourself as Daryl disappointingly returned to his attire.

When you were fully dressed you walk over to him and put your hand on his chest, looking up into his eyes.

“I will get you your shit back.” You say matter-of-factly and continue, “And I will find a way to get you out of that fucking cell.”

“You can bet on it.” You finish before taking his lips longingly back into yours for as long as you could before you knew you’d have to lock him away again. It was going to be dawn soon, but you would savor him for as long as you could for now…

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Words: 1k (It was supposed to be a drabble)

Summary: A snapshot of your relationship with Cas. (Character based on the AU Endverse!Cas from “White Wedding.”)

Warnings: Smut (vaginal fingering, some oral sex, unprotected sex.)

A/N: It was jokingly requested by @willowing-love to write snippets of the day-to-day relationship from a previous fic. I had a lot of fun with this version of the character, so I wore it. As always, constructive feedback is always welcome and if you’d like to be on my master tag list, sent me an ask or DM.

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Imagine Chris being your rock.

A/N: This piece is going to be more than just about the angst and the fluff, it’s about addressing a serious issue in both my own life and society; an issue that seems to carry a stigma that prevents one from talking about it without shame. Now I started writing because it was the only time where I felt like I had true control over anything, over myself- over life. It’s honestly the reason I’m still alive sometimes. (Super dark, I’m sorry.) I have had an eating disorder for years now, and this is possibly the first time I’m publishing a story where I properly address that because I feel like Tumblr is a safe space and perhaps there is someone reading who will find comfort in my words and seek the help that I, too, am afraid to seek. First of all, you are not alone. Secondly, I know how scary it is. Thirdly, we are beautiful despite how often our reflection tell us we are not. Lastly, you are worthy and you deserve a love like this. Why am I writing this now, while I’m on my holiday having the time of my life? Because mental disorders don’t stop when you’re on holiday, and they don’t stop when you’re working, or studying for a major exam. I just want those who are suffering from this, or depression, or anxiety to know that I am with them always. ❤️

You tapped your pen anxiously against the table as you reread your food diary entry for the day. All the while you could hear the voices in your head telling you that “it’s too much”, that “you failed”, that you needed to “do better” and “be better”, and the harder you tried to ignore said voices, the louder they got. You lowered your pen and closed your notebook, taking slow breaths as your eyelids blackened your vision. You were okay, there was always tomorrow. You could eat less tomorrow; you’d succeed tomorrow; you’d be better and do better tomorrow.

You broke from your concentration when you heard Chris come through the front door, calling out to you. “Babe, I’m home!” Relief escaped your lungs as if he were the only thing capable of saving you from yourself. You returned yourself to your bittersweet reality, stowing your food diary in your top desk drawer where it lived with all your other notebooks; all filled with your thoughts, both blissful and pained.

“Hey you,” Chris smiled at you when you entered the kitchen. You managed one back, despite how tired and heartbroken you were; Chris noticed, but he said nothing knowing it would cause you to break down if he asked. “How was your day?” He asked as you forced your way into his arms, burying your face in his chest.

“Same old,” you mumbled, appreciating how comforting his touch was. He stroked your back gently, peppering soft kisses onto the top of your head. “How was yours?” You quizzed, glancing up at him for a moment before pressing your face back into his chest. God, he smelt so good; he smelt more than just his refreshing cologne, he smelt like warmth and kindness and happiness. He smelt like a dose of everything you needed after the day you had.

“Better now that I’m with my girl,” he smiled, giving you a tight squeeze before he released you. You leaned against the island counter while Chris proceeded to unpack the small bag of groceries he’d brought back with him. “So I’ve been thinking,” he glanced back at you, feeling his heart ache at the sight of your tired eyes. “Why don’t we go away for the weekend? We can rent a cabin, go immerse ourselves in the quiet forest. It’ll be nice, don’t you think?”

You knew Chris only suggested going out to a cabin when he was worried about you. It didn’t start out like that, it started off as a getaway where the two of you could spend some time alone without modern technology and people getting in the way. But over the years, it’d become a retreat where one could rid oneself of all the stress, and the emotional dread, and the weight of the world that was on one’s shoulders; that one being you, and occasionally Chris when he was having a particularly stressful time. It was a nice place to be because you wouldn’t have anything to stress and trigger you; you could just exist, drinking the calm and the quiet that Mother Nature provided. But it was also a horrible place to be because Chris would take that opportunity to talk to you, to worry and fuss about you, to love you with a love that you didn’t feel like you deserve, and unlike the city, you’d have no where, nothing, and no one to hide behind.

“I don’t know,” your fingers played with your right earlobe; a nervous tick Chris had deciphered over the years. “I feel like this isn’t a good time. You’re busy with work and I’m busy with work- I don’t think now’s a good time to have a getaway.”

“I think it’s because we’re so busy that we need a getaway,” he countered. “We can’t keep working ourselves to the bone, Y/N.” Especially not mentally, he thought but he didn’t say out loud. “I’m about to leave for Infinity War, now’s a good a time as any for us to have some alone time.” You let out a quiet sigh, but stopped arguing because you knew from Chris’ firm tone that saying no wasn’t an option. “Pack a bag, okay?” He kissed your cheek and you nodded with a forced smile. “We’ll leave in the morning.”
• • • • • • • •
The car ride out to the cabin wasn’t as bubbly as your usual car rides together; there was a fog of emotions, but happiness wasn’t one of them. You didn’t sing or joke, and you most definitely didn’t eat anything. It broke Chris’ heart to see you like this, and it broke yours to see what you were doing to him. It was actually your biggest fear to hurt him the way you were which was why you rejected him when he asked you out the first few times. He had this light in his eyes that you didn’t want to kill with your dark, you’d done enough of that over the course of your existence.

You’d lost friends, and boyfriends, and even some members of your family- you didn’t want to invest in another person only to lose them too. But Chris was persistent. He respected your decision to not be with him romantically, but remained in your life as a friend. A very good friend- a best friend that you couldn’t help but fall in-love with. He was the perfect man, he cared for you and loved you unconditionally. Even after finding out about what you suffered from, he didn’t go anywhere. He was one of the few who promised you a lifetime and actually proved he’d keep his promise, and so you let your walls down and allowed him into your life as your romantic partner.

Two and a half years later, after dozens of panic attacks and days where you’d avoid food altogether, you were still with him and he was as in-love with you as the first time he saw you. Till this day you didn’t understand why, because to you, you were unlovable. But that wasn’t how Chris saw you, he knew you weren’t your disorders; you were intelligent, and talented, and strong, and beautiful, and resilient. He loved you because of all that, but most of all, he loved you because you remained kind despite the constant hell you were dragged through. You may not have seen what he saw, but you were every bit the girl you aspired to be, and until you saw yourself in that same light- he wasn’t going to stop working you towards that.

“Hey.” You turned away from the window when Chris reached for your hand and pulled it onto his lap as he gave it a light squeeze. “What are you thinking about?” He asked then lifted your hand to his lips, kissing your knuckles. You felt your lips quirk into a smile; that was an act of affection you’d never get tired of.

“Nothing,” you shook your head.

“Do you want to know what I’m thinking about?” He quizzed and you nodded. “How much I love you.” He threw a grin your way and you managed a laugh; he smiled because that was what he loved to hear. “You make me feel like I’m the luckiest man on the planet everyday, Y/N.” He forced himself not to well up when he saw you did. “Everyday,” he repeated in a firmer tone.

“I feel the same way about you, Chris,” you squeezed his hand and smiled. “I love you to a point where you could easily ruin me,” you admitted under your breath as you pulled your hand from his. You didn’t mean for Chris to hear it, but he did and he understood it. It was the same for him; you were going to be someone he’d never get over if he was ever unlucky enough to lose you.

“I’m never going anywhere,” he glanced at you as you closed your eyes, pretending to drift off. “You know that, right?” He waited for an answer, but he didn’t get one. “I’m planning to spend the rest of my life with you, sweetheart.” He said as he came to a stop at a red light. He leaned over the gearbox and kissed the side of your head gently, whispering as he pulled away, “don’t you worry.”
• • • • • • • •
Chris watched you over the table as you unconsciously stared at your food. You were so used to contemplating the pros and cons of consuming anything that you didn’t even realize you were doing it until you called yourself out. It was incredibly heartbreaking for Chris to see that you couldn’t even do what humans were meant to do in order to survive without first spending hours fighting yourself on it. The motto you lived by: eating is a choice, not a necessity.

You had good days where you could eat and not feel like your entire world was falling apart, then you had bad days where you couldn’t even eat a salad without feeling like you needed to throw it back up. It was so fickle that you didn’t know if you were actually suffering from an eating disorder, or if you were just a health nut who wanted to look good. But no health nut would do what you constantly did to yourself, there was something definitely wrong with you.

Chris could still remember when he first confronted you about it, it was probably one of the hardest things he’d ever had to do. You weren’t dating when he found out about your eating disorder, but he was already in-love with you so it didn’t stop his heart from shattering at the sounds of your cries. It didn’t seem like normal crying to him, it was as though he could hear your soul break. The pain you were in was immense but mental, and nothing he did could’ve taken it away. In that moment, seeing the love of his life bawl her eyes out, he thought he’d died and gone to hell.

“Are you going to eat that?” Chris asked gently.

“Um…” You looked up at him, your eyes glistened. “Yeah,” you forced a smile, “I am.” You picked up your knife and fork and poked at the roasted chicken breast on your plate before cutting a small piece and putting in into your mouth. “It’s good,” you mumbled after swallowing.

Now he didn’t want to push you, but his worry had reached the edge of the cliff. You needed to eat something and you needed to eat it now because he didn’t want you to get lightheaded or suffer from gastric pains again. “Y/N,” he began with a sigh.

“What?” You were frustrated with yourself and on the verge of crying. “I’m eating, aren’t I?”

“You have to try harder than that,” he told you. Both of you could both hear how worried he was for your physical and mental health, and that he was on the verge of crying too. “I know how difficult this-” he began but was cut off.

“I love you, Chris, but you don’t.” You shook your head as you rose to your feet, weeping as you did. “And I really don’t want to do this with you right now. Excuse me,” you walked out of the dining room and headed straight for the backdoor so you could take a walk and calm down.

The air was crisp outside. Actually, it was a lot colder than your unprotected body could endure. You wrapped your arms around yourself, rubbing warmth through your thin sweater. You heard the door open then heavy footsteps crunching towards you, you closed your eyes and fought the urge to cry as Chris draped your coat over your shoulders.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered, rubbing your arms. “You’re right, I don’t get it. If you’re not ready, then- you’re not ready.” Your shoulder shook gently as you cried as quietly as you could. “I can’t force recovery on you, I can just be here for you as you recover. I’m sorry, Y/N,” he repeated as he gently turned you around. “I’m really sorry, sweetheart.” He cupped your face in his hands and brushed away your tears, starting to cry himself. “I’m sorry you’re going through all this, I’m sorry you think you’re not beautiful because you are.”

“I’m broken, aren’t I?”

“No,” he shook his head then pulled you into his arms, holding you tightly against him. “You’re not broken, you’re just lost right now. But we’re going to get you out of this, okay?” He rubbed your back soothingly as you cried into his shoulder. “I promise you, this pain isn’t going to be forever.” He pulled back to take your face in his hands again, “and I always keep my promises, don’t I?” You nodded, sobbing. “So believe me, you’re going to be okay.”

“I love you,” you choked out as he pulled you back in for another hug.

“I love you too,” he whispered, clutching onto you as tightly as he could.

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

“Hey, baby,” Ethan smiled brightly.

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

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

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

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

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

You hadn’t moved.

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

You stepped numbly into his embrace, your head spinning.

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

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

Suddenly he stopped, his grip loosening momentarily.

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

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

“I-why?” you said, taken aback.

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

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

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

“No? Why? Ethan, what’s going on?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You froze.

“You’re all alone.”

…You’re all alone

And you were.

You were all alone.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Ethan took in a deep breath, his jaw clenched.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Get. Out.”

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

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

“Done with-” he began.

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

“Wha-” he said, taken aback, “No…no.”

You only shook your head.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Ethan,” you begged, your chest rattling.

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

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

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

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

“What was that?” you whispered.

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

“That was goodbye.”

Meeting Michael

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Title: Meeting Michel

Pairing: Michael x Reader

Word Count: 1,300

Warnings: fluff

A/N: This is my first imagine/oneshot Michael fic. I hope you all enjoy this! Feedback is welcomed and appreciated! I love you all so much! <3

This was requested by @flufy07: Imagine during the apocalypse you get taken hostage by Zachariah to get dean to say yes and michael falling for you during your time as heavens prisoner? (and is being a dick and stuff XD) please?

Zachariah threw you into one of Heaven’s prison cells.  He didn’t care about hurting you either.  You were only a ploy to get Dean Winchester to say yes to being Michael’s vessel.  You almost wished you could kill the angel who took you.

“Let me out of here,” you shouted, grabbing onto the bars of the cell.

“Not a chance [Y/N],” Zachariah sneered.  “You’ll be lucky if I don’t end up killing you.  You’re nothing more than a piece of meat.  The perfect bait.”

“Once I get out of here, I’m going to kill your ass,” you seethed.

“Hah,” the angel scoffed.  “I’d like to see you try.”  Zachariah walked down the hall and out of sight.

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