Synopsis: Life for (Y/N) had been, for the most part, normal. She worked, went to college, went to parties, had friends, you know, the basics. However, all of this changed when she started seeing a mysterious, attractive, and most of all dangerousman everywhere after one fatal night that seemed to be just a coincidence.
Genre: Mafia AU
Warnings: Cursing/swearing, slight violence (not a lot though)
Word Count: 1,110
It was late at night when you first saw him. You were on your way home from your job at the coffee shop and ready to go die in a hole. Work had tired you out even more than usual, and with finals coming up you had little to no time to relax. Why were finals even necessary? They barely even affected your grade! It feels like they were only put into this world to make you suffer.
You sighed as you continued walking home, ranting about finals in your sleep deprived mind. Suddenly, a strong gust of cold, winter air blew in your face, almost throwing you to the ground.
“At this rate I’m gonna catch a cold,” you sighed, annoyed at the fact that the only reason you were walking home was because your friend failed to pick you up. Well, you couldn’t blame her, it was almost one in the morning, who would come and pick you up at this hour?
“For fucks sake, why didn’t I buy a car!” you whined, feeling all the stress that has been piling up on you slowly leave your body. You shouldn’t throw a tantrum in the street, it’ll draw unwanted attention to yourself, and that’s the last thing you want to deal with at the moment. You took a deep breath and continued walking.
“Hey! He’s trying to run, get him!” a deep voice shouted from an alley a few feet ahead.
Suddenly, a well-dressed man came dashing out of the alley, heading straight for you. You quickly jumped out of his way, hiding behind a few trashcans. This wasn’t a bad neighborhood, was it? You have never seen any gang members lurking around this part of the city, why are they a threat now? You peeked out from the side of the trashcan to see where the man had gone. He was fast, he was almost close enough to (what you assumed to be) his car. However, he wasn’t fast enough. Three beefy men soon came out of the alley running twice his speed, tackling him to the ground in no time. Suddenly, you heard a deep laugh come from the direction of the alley.
“You thought you could get away, cute,” the mysterious man laughed once again.
Was this the gang leader? What if he saw you? Would you get mugged too? He slowly walked over to the struggling man. One thing you noticed right off the bat was that all these people were so well dressed. They can’t be gangsters, can they? They were all well-dressed, so they obviously had no need for money. Who were they, then? Nevertheless, you still were scared to the point where you could piss yourself.
Once the man finally reached the others he reached into his pocket and took out a gun. It took you every ounce of strength in your body to refrain from screaming. What the fuck! Holy shit, was he going to shoot him?
“I suggest you stop struggling and we can get down to business, now, where’s the money you owe?” the man questioned while pointing the gun to the other’s head.
“I don’t owe you anything, V, it’s the boss that does.”
V, what type of name was that? That can’t be his real name.
“Well then, where’s the money that ‘the boss’ owes?” V growled.
“I don’t know, why don’t you ask him?” the other man replied rudely. V nodded to the two beefy men holding the other down. One of the men held the victim in place while the other kicked him in the gut, causing him to spit out blood.
“I advise you to not give me an attitude, and I might let you go alive,” he said, smiling sadistically.
The man took many deep breathes before answering. He look like he was about to pass out from the amount of pain he received.
“Come on, what do they call you? Oh, yes, Jackson Wang, isn’t it? Come on, Jackson, just tell me where the money is and I’ll let you go home to your family and friends. Doesn’t that sound nice?” V urged on the man called Jackson with a teasing tone, as if this was all a game to him.
As bad as it sounds, you didn’t want anything to do with this right now, it all seemed so surreal. Deep down, you really wanted to help Jackson, clearly this wasn’t his fault, it was his boss’s fault. However, right now your priority was to get home and get to bed. All you had to do was get out of the area as quietly as possible. That shouldn’t be so hard right? You carefully started to crawl away from the trashcans and in the direction of your home. However, luck didn’t seem to be on your side today when you knocked over one of the trashcans you were hiding behind.
“Shit”, you cursed, drawing V and his henchmen’s attention towards you, conveniently giving Jackson the chance to escape and get in his car.
“Get her!” V yelled at his henchmen, causing you to run like you were in the Olympics.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck,” you whispered as you ran along the sidewalk, heading towards Downtown. They wouldn’t be able to get you there, there should still be an abundance of people even if it’s late at night, not to mention all the lights. Your adrenaline was through the roof right now, making you run the fastest you’ve ran.
“Speed up you dumb asses! She’s getting away!” you heard V yell behind you.
It didn’t matter if they sped up now, however. Downtown was right in sight, and, just as you had predicted, it was still bustling with people despite the time. You quickly ran into the crowd, hoping to make them lose sight of you. Luckily, you looked back just in time to catch the three men heading back the direction you came from.
“Holy shit, I need to start working out,” you breathed out as your adrenaline high came down and the fatigue hit you like a bus. On the bright side, you got away from those men, and even saved a man’s life! However, what still plagued your mind was the fact that they weren’t gangsters. They were too well-dressed to be gangsters, so what were they? Why did they have guns? Why did Jackson’s “boss” even owe money in the first place? You shook these thoughts from your head and started walking back home once again, but one thought didn’t seem to go away.
a/n: yes babes its finally here ehehehheh it will be quite rough cause people have requested me that so yeah i am sinning as i am writing this help me god!! oh and this is really long btw, at least for me
oh and (h/c) means hair color btw :)
characters: ok you know the drill but for anyone new its JOKER ; READER
warnings: quite rough smut, daddy kink (cause i know you perverts love that ;])
Time passed and it was all settled. A new maid had been hired, new stuff for me bought… I told him that I didn’t need anything new, that I could just drop by my place and get my stuff, but J insisted. He said ‘i will have everything for my princess to be happy’. That made my heart melt, but also many bank-robbings and heists happen. I didn’t know much about his business, only that it was dangerous. Usually the day went by with me reading books, cooking, shopping or drawing while he was out - sometimes he’d take me with him to meetings to show that I was his girl. He came home either happy or mad but either way we’d end up having sex. Was I complaining? Not at all. I loved it, there was always something different each time. As for today, he had woken up before me and probably gone out. But not before leaving a small bag on the floor next to where I was sleeping. I stretched out, sat up in the bed and picked up the bag. It was black and it had a little pink envelope of my name attached to it. He rarely did this. I carefully opened the envelope because I liked to keep them and read what the letter inside read.
’my precious angel,
here’s something i’m definitely going to rip off of you, but put it on before 9pm and if you like, put some of that makeup on your face, there will be a car waiting for you at 9pm
there is some business i’d like to do and take you with me
I smiled at the letter and put it back in the envelope. I looked at the clock on the nightstand - it was half past 11am. I smiled again and reached my hand into the bag. The material of something felt like silk. Oh my, I thought, pulling the contents out. I took the shiny one in my hands and laid it out on the bed in front of me. It was a shiny, kind of short silver dress with a very deep V cut. The cut ended where the belly button should be, starting on very thin straps that had beads all over them (a/n: ok we all know that joker likes his lady in a revealing attire so yah).
The other thing were panties. Well, they barely counted as because they were more strings. They were a blush-y red tone, and it was lace and only lace. He must really love lace on me. Last time I wore a pink lace lingerie set, he needed me right there right now. We were at a restaurant - yeah, how romantic - at one of his business meetings and, as J got a little hot and bothered, he discovered my choice of lingerie and had me there in the restaurant’s men’s room. That’s how much he loved lace on me.
Should I try the dress on now? Yeah, probably. I took off the large shirt I was sleeping in and stood up from the bed, taking the dress with me. Slipping on the dress and zipping the back of it, I looked in the mirror at myself. Wow, did the dress look good on me. It looked perfect on me, I looked perfect in it. I was turning and posing in front of the mirror when I heard a knock on the door.
“Just a second!” I yelled out, slipping out of the dress. I put it and the lingerie back in the bag and put on the large shirt on me. It came down to my knee, so I was safe form exposure. I walked to the door and opened it. There was our maid, Jennifer who was only ten years older than me, standing with a smile.
“Good morning, miss.” She said and I smiled in response. J insisted on everyone in the house calling me 'majesty’ or 'queen’, and they’re scared of him. So I tell them to call me less… higher than them when it’s just me, but around J - they call me as he pleased. Oh, I felt pity for them.
“Hi.” I said, leaning against the doorframe with a goofy smile on my face.
“Breakfast is in the dining room.” She announced. Jennifer was almost like a mother to me. “Is everything okay, miss?”
“Yeah, everything is just perfect, Jen.”
“Okay. You just seem to be in a very good mood now, which is unusual but good.”
“All is good, my friend. I will be down in a few minutes.”
“Alright, miss. Anything else I can do for you?”
“No, thank you. You’re dismissed.” I said and closed the door after seeing Jen nod and leave. I actually felt bad for her and the other staff members - Joker was a scary guy around everyone and there were strict rules for the staff.
First and most important, you can’t tell anyone where and who you’re working for unless you want to get killed because Joker knows everything. Second, strict working hours. You must come to work 20 minutes before your actual shift starts and can’t leave until everything’s done. Third, you must do everything and anything Joker or the Princess ask you. This payed good money, but it was also a very hard and kind of a dangerous job. You just had to keep your mouth shut.
Breakfast was wonderful, as always. Jennifer always made amazing food, especially breakfast. There were always fruits, pancakes, eggs and everything else that I could desire. Sometimes she’d make glorious English breakfast, which she was good at, too. When J wasn’t having breakfast with me, I always let Jennifer sit with me. I tried to be nice to every staff member, even J’s henchmen - they deserved it.
The day all-together had gone by pretty quickly, and - sooner than I thought - I was already doing my makeup in the bathroom. Nothing major, just some mascara and pink lipstick. I took off my comfy clothes, put on the lacy lingerie and slipped into the dress again. My (h/c) curled hair fell perfectly over my shoulders and it was for me to decide what shoes to wear. Luckily, I had just the pair of white heels, which would go well with the dress.
Putting the shoes on, I noticed that it was already 8:59pm. I looked at myself in the mirror one last time and then exited the bedroom. I walked down the stairs, only to be met with two of J’s henchmen.
“Good afternoon, miss.” One of them said and I smiled.
“Hi, boys.” I replied. “Here to take me to your boss?”
“Yes, miss. Let us escort you to the car.” Another one said. I walked up to them and they led me out of the house, into the chilly afternoon of Gotham’s autumn. They walked me to a black car and opened the backseat door for me. I gladly took a seat in the car and they closed the door.
The car ride was short, but it felt as if it was so torturously long. Maybe I just couldn’t wait to meet him. The man at the wheel stopped at J’s club and I couldn’t stop smiling. I really wanted to see him.
One of the henchmen opened the door for me and I stepped out of the car. My heels clicked against the ground as the henchmen led me into the club filled with music and drug-driven youngsters and gangsters. The henchmen walked me to the bar table where he was standing. He was slowly turning around and once his eyes found me, they sparkled. He was in a suit, he had a small purple bow around his neck. His green hair was slicked back, as always.
“Darling,” he said with the famous smile of his. “Come to Daddy.” He said and I needed no more to run into his arms. My arms went around his neck as his snaked over my waist and stayed there.
“I missed you,” I said, putting my hand on his cheek. He growled.
“Mmm, I missed you too, baby girl.” He said through a growl and looked at my lips before kissing them roughly. One of his hands slid down to butt and grabbed onto it, and I was sure it’d leave a mark. “I really love how you look in this dress.”
“Well, I can only thank you, Mr. J for buying it for me.” I said with a smile.
“Yo, J,” I then heard somebody say from behind us. Joker’s head turned to the voice and the look in his eyes changed. It was probably a business guy. “Can we have the meeting now?”
“You are not to say when we meet.” Joker sternly said at the tall guy. He was in a simple attire, unlike other people, and us, in the club. “But I’ll have my men escort you while I’m taking care of other business here.” His eyes narrowed at the guy. He followed J’s men while J himself turned back to me. “Now, my dear. Do you want to go dancing with other girls while I’m at business or do you want to come with me do business and show that guy you’re all mine?” J asked, tilting my chin upwards with his gloved hand.
“I want to come with you…” I almost moaned in response.
“Then let’s go, my dear.” J said and turned around, putting his arms around my waist as we walked to the back of the club. There was a round section that was separated from the outside with bead curtains. A guard parted the curtains to let us through. The guy, J’s business partner was standing at a round table in the middle of a - also round - golden sofa chair. Joker moved me before him and whispered in my ear:
“Sit down, doll.” I nodded and made my way into the circle, taking a seat on the sofa chair. Joker soon followed, sitting right next to me and putting an arm around my waist. “You can sit down.” He coldly spoke to the guy, who sat down across us. “Do you want anything.. to drink?”
“Nah, I’m not thirsty. Thank you, J.” The man responded. “Although I have to say - everything you offer is pretty valuable and priceless.” This man already seemed really sketchy to me. J had probably already cracked open his shelf by reading the man like an open book.
“What are you trying to do?” J asked in a menacing tone. “Sweet talk me?”
“No, J, I was just telling the truth.” He said, looking me up and down. A sketchy creep? Jesus. I felt J beside me tensing up and breathing heavily, seconds later his hand left my waist and was on my thigh, dipping his fingers into my skin. I put my hand over his and caressed his rough skin to calm him down.
“See her?” J gestured with his hand at me, looking the guy right in the eyes. “She… is all mine, only mine.” J saw the way the guy looked at me. Now he was afraid of Joker. “Do we have that clear?”
“Yes, J.” The guy nodded. “But where’s Harley?”
“Harley? Who? Where’s Harley? Harley, Harley, Harley…” Joker turned his head all around. Harley? But who was that? “Harley… is not your business.”
“Yes, sorry for asking, J.”
“Now, let’s cut to the chase. I feel like there’s something you have to give me. Isn’t that… money?”
“Y-yeah, about that…” the guy trailed off, the fear was evident in his eyes. J narrowed his blue eyes at him. “t-the money’s gone.”
“The money’s gone?” Joker repeated. Oh, this was bad.
“Y-yes, I’m sorry, J.” The guy’s head hung low. “If there’s anything I can do, I will. But it was so unexpected, if we-”
“You could shut up.” Joker interrupted in an angered tone. J then rose to his feet and walked over to the guy, sitting next to him. What was he about to do? “You know, people do deals. One does something in favor for the other and the other does them a favor in return. You know what I’m talking about?”
“Well, you and I had a deal. I did something in your favor. But you… didn’t do me a favor back. Now, do you know what I do with people like that?”
“Doll face, don’t look.” J said as he was taking a gun from behind him, only I could see. Oh my God. “Sweets, look. Away.” He said again and I turned my head away from them, focusing on the beaded curtains. “I do this.” I heard right before the sound of a shot being fired sounded through the club. I screamed, as well as many other people. I turned my head back around and there sat J with a sinister look and blood splattered on his face. One of his henchmen handed him a handkerchief and he cleaned his face with it. Did he kill the man?
There was blood all over the sofa chair above the now dead body. I put my hand over my mouth, not believing what had just happened. It was the first time I had witnessed him killing somebody. Oh my God. And this was business for him. Oh dear.
J rose to his feet again and reached his hand out for me. I looked up at him with fear visible in my eyes.
“C'mon, sweets, let’s go. We have to go.” He said, impatience audible. I stood up, not to anger him even more and he took my arm, pulling us out of the round lounge. “We have something to do back home, baby doll.” We and J’s henchmen walked through the backdoor of the club and J pulled me into his lamborghini, in the passenger seat. I was really scared of him. He just killed someone. In front of me. So that was his way of taking care of people who don’t do him good. I definitely did not want to be on his bad list.
The car ride home was deadly silent and J’s hand was on my thigh all the time, creeping up and down. Once we were out on our driveway, J barked at his men to stay outside in case someone comes looking for us and dragged me inside. After he closed the door, I turned away, standing before him with my eyes to the floor. His fingers raised my chin up, but I turned away. He cupped both of my cheeks in his hands and raised my face to look at him, but my eyes were anywhere but looking in his.
“Look at me, doll.” He said. “LOOK AT ME!” He shouted, making a tear escape my eye and I looked at him. “Good girl. Now… Daddy has some rage to express..” he said, sliding his hand underneath my dress. I didn’t want this, not in this situation. Yes, he came home angry and we had sex, but this was different. He killed a man with the same hand that was on my waist now. This was not wanted by me.
J growled and pressed a kiss between my cheekbone and ear. I sobbed, closing my eyes.
“What is it, angel?” He asked, slowly kissing down my neck. “Aren’t you enjoying this?” I didn’t speak a word for some reason, as much as I wanted to. Joker took me by my waist, hopping me over his shoulder. He walked through the house, up the stairs and entered a room - our bedroom - and dropped me on the bed.
He crawled over my body and looked at me with that menacing look in his eyes. His lips pressed against mine as he growled, sending vibrations through my body. In the wrongest ways possible this was turning me on slightly. His hands slid up under the dress, massaging my breasts with his rough touch while tears were rolling down my cheeks one after another.
“Daddy..” I moaned out in a crying tone and J suddenly ripped the beautiful dress apart, exposing my upper half to him.
“Now this is a sight I like to see.” He growled and there was even more aggressiveness and anger in his voice. He tugged the lace panties off of me, down my legs and threw them away. He then unbuckled his belt and I used the opportunity to back away from him. I brought my knees to my chest when I reached the headboard of the bed. J was at the edge of the bed, only in his boxers. He noticed me huddled away from him and snarled. J’s hand reached out politely at first, but then he grabbed my ankle and yanked my body towards him. “Why don’t you be a good girl and obey Daddy.” He said, growling the last two words, almost barking. Not waiting for my reply, he turned me over so I was on all fours before him. “You know Daddy doesn’t like it when you don’t obey him.” He spoke, running his hands up and down my sides, taking my breasts in his hands and groping, kneading at them. I released a moan and almost lost balance on my arms.
Suddenly, without any kind of warning, he slammed his length into me (a/n: dear god help me i am sinning my father), releasing a high pitched moan from my mouth. His fingers combed through my hair, then grabbed it all in one hand and yanked my head up so my back was pressing into his chest. I yelped, but moaned again as he thrusted deeper.
“O-oh, my God…” I managed to croak out. J pulled my head back by my hair so now it was resting on his shoulder.
“Do you like that, doll?” He asked huskily in my ear, thrusting into me again. I let out a breathy moan. “Do you like Daddy fucking you from behind, huh? Are you enjoying this?”
“Y-yes, Daddy, I am…” I said in between moans. He had already touched my G-spot and I was near my release already.
“You see, baby girl,” he spoke, lowering both of us onto the bed, “Daddy is very mad at the man not doing me good. But,” he said, running his hand down to my pulsating heat, “Daddy disliked even more the way that man was looking at my baby girl.” His lips sucked onto the skin on my neck, his fingers circled my clit and his cock thrusted into me from behind. I was already out of breath, he was driving me insane.
Moans kept leaving my mouth as J was grunting and growling in my ear when he started thrusting even faster into me. I released an almost pornographic moan, grabbing the sheets around me.
“Nobody. Can have. My baby girl.” He growls in my ear, sending me over the edge. My whole body shivered as I rode out my orgasm and I felt him release his load into me. My breathing was ragged, but heavy as J pulled his cock out of me and exhaled deeply. I tried to calm down my breathing , sweat leaking everywhere on my body as well as his.
His hands were on my waist as he turned me around so i was facing him. He kissed my lips with a growl of satisfaction and bit onto my lower lip.
“Let’s get you cleaned up, baby girl,” he whispered.
Jared took a moment to think, and you held your breath in the green room, watching on the screen.
“One of the funny bloopers actually didn’t make the, uh, the gag reel,” Jared replied, and you instantly knew you were done for.
He cleared his throat, already smiling as he began to tell the story that you would never live down.
“So y’all know my gorgeous fiancée joined the cast this year.”
That got a cheer from the crowd, and you bristled with pride before you realised he was about to publicly embarrass you.
“Well y’all probably also know that, while filming, she’s been losing some weight before our wedding,” he continued. “She wants to feel beautiful in her dress, and even though she knows I think she’s gorgeous, she’s doing it to make her happier. Anyway, that’s just backstory. So Y/N’s character still wears the same kind of clothes, and she refuses to try other sizes on until she’s 100% certain they’ll fit.”
A few sniggers went around the room, people guessing where the story was headed.
“So yeah, she was wearing these pants that were at least one size too big, and we had to run, like, really run,” he started giggling, making the crowd laugh already. “And they fell down her thighs, and she fell right on her face.”
The crowd erupted in laughter and Jared had to shake his head, not finished yet.
“She wasn’t hurt, she was fine, but she was- she was wearing-” he was giggling too hard, “These joke panties Jensen got her as an engagement present, that said- they said- ‘If lost, return to JarPad’s lap’.”
The laughter doubled in volume as Jared doubled over in giggles.
“They caught it on camera, so we have the picture up in every single trailer,” he said once he’d calmed down. “We laugh about it now, but she was so pissed about it at the time.”
“She’s gonna be even more pissed now you’ve told all of us,” the fan commented, and he nodded, scratching the back of his neck.
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You and Kai get married (based on ‘Perfect’ by Ed Sheeran)
I found a love for me Darling, just dive right in and follow my lead Well, I found a girl, beautiful and sweet Oh, I never knew you were someone waiting for me
The day you were waiting for was finally here. You were getting married to Kai, the love of your life. You and Kai met when he came to Mystic Falls, more accurately when he got out of prison world. Even when you found out about his past, when he told you his story, you didn’t judge him. You understood why he became the person he was and right then you were there for him. You immediately felt a connection and a year and a half later, you were getting married to him. On the day you were getting married to Kai, you were really nervous, words couldn’t explain how much, but the main feeling that was in your body was how much love there is in your heart. Love for Kai only.
You woke up in the morning and the first thing you saw was your wedding dress, hanging, waiting to be put on. It was beautiful and it looked exactly how you wanted. Simple yet mesmerizing that fitted your body perfectly. A smile appeared on your face when you saw the dress, knowing the moment you’ve been waiting for was coming closer. You got up and walked towards the doors, but there you saw a white envelope that said ‘From Kai’. You smiled when you saw who sent it and opened it, curious what Kai had to say.
Well I found a woman, stronger than anyone I know She shares my dreams, I hope that someday I’ll share her home
'I can’t wait to see you and make you mine today. I just wanted to tell you that I love you and that I will be the luckiest man alive when we say I do.’
You put it neatly inside the evelope and put it down on your bed, taking a look at your wedding dress again.
Even though you had a bunch of stuff to do, Kai was always on your mind. Just the thought of him made you smile. Despite when people say it’s bad luck if the groom sees the bride before the wedding, you wanted to see Kai more than anything and tell him you love him. Of course, your friends didn’t let you which you kinda hated, but you knew when the moment comes, your eyes would be on him only.
An hour before the sunset, it was time to get dressed. Time to put on the dress you waited to put on for such a long time. When you looked at yourself in the mirror, tears formed in your eyes, happiness taking over your body. You quickly blinked the tears away and took a deep breath, because it definitely wasn’t the right time to cry. You went downstairs, only to find your dad waiting for you, his face warming up when he saw you. You caught his hand gently, his eyes looking at you.
'You look beautiful.’ He trailed off, tears trying to fall down as you took a deep breath and tried to calm down. Suddenly your breathing was starting to get faster and your heart was beating rapidly. You were scared, even the thought of not walking down the aisle popped in your head but you quickly shook it off even though you were still shaking. You heard the music playing as you knew it was time. You swallowed hard and caught your dad’s arm tighter. You walked through the alluringly decorated doors as you stepped on the path made out of white flowers, the path that led directly to Kai. You kept looking down, trying to calm down your breathing, focusing on walking and stepping carefully, preventing yourself from falling as you walked around the corner and stopped there for a second. You looked up and there you saw Kai standing in a black suit. He looked absolutely perfect and right at that moment when you saw him, all your worries went away.
When I saw you in that dress, looking so beautiful I don’t deserve this, darling, you look perfect tonight
You couldn’t hide a smile that was showing on your face as you slowly walked towards the altar. Your dad kissed your cheek and smiled at you as he placed your hand in Kai’s. You couldn’t keep your eyes of him. This really was happening, you thought to yourself and took a deep breath.
'You look amazing’ Kai whispered to you and gave you a gentle kiss on your cheek, making you smile.
'Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today to witness the union of these two wonderful people in holy matrimony. If any one can show just cause why they may not be joined together, let them speak now or forever hold their peace. I believe you’ve written your own wovs.’
I found a love, to carry more than just my secrets To carry love, to carry children of our own We are still kids, but we’re so in love Fighting against all odds
'Malachai Parker. You’re the best person I know. You’re always there for me, through all the tough times we’ve been through, you’re still here. I will always believe in you and even though your jokes are sometimes, out of control, I will always be happy to hear them. You mean the world to me and I can live in peace when I know I have you by my side, for the rest of our lives. I love you, Kai Parker.’ You trailed off as Kai smiled at you and took a deep breath before he began.
I know we’ll be alright this time Darling, just hold my hand Be my girl, I’ll be your man I see my future in your eyes
'There are no words in this world that would explain my love for you. I remember the first time I met you, I was mesmerized my you. By your smile, I thought to myself: how can someone be so perfect. You took my breath away and you still do. Even though we’ve been together for a year and a half, I still get nervous when I kiss you. I keep falling in love with you all over again and I’ll keep falling in love with you, no matter what. You’re the light in my life, the strenght that keeps me going, my support. You’re my everything and nothing can change that. You stood by my side through thick and thin, through all our crazy adventures, you even learnt to accept my passion for food.’ You laughed as a single tear streamed down your cheek, your hands resting in Kai’s. 'I love you with all my heart and soul and I need you to know that. You’re my rock and my life would be nothing if there wasn’t for you. I love you.’ Kai said as his eyes were strongly focused on you, your eye color intensifying because of all the tears you had in your eyes. He wiped them away with his thumb, your cheek pressing slightly against his palm, getting a feel of his touch.
'I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride.’ Kai cupped your face and pulled you closer as he kissed your lips gently, all the worry and fear that was in your body disappeared. Everything felt perfect. It was much more perfect than you expected. The kiss was gentle, a bit different from any other kiss you had with Kai. It felt like it lasted forever, like there was no one around, like everyone disappeared but you and Kai. When Kai broke the kiss, he wrapped his arm around your waist and pulled you as close to his body as he could, letting everyone know you were his only.
'You’re finally mine.’ Kai whispered for only you to hear. You smiled at him and whispered a simple 'yes’ which made him smile and kiss you again, for the second time as a married couple. You walked down the aisle, everyone clapping and cheering.
The room where you went after the ceremony was something else. It looked like a place from a fairytale. Flowers were everywhere, even on the wall, the lightning had a special dim, making it look really romantic. The cake was huge and delicious. Chocolate, which both you and Kai adored more than anything.
'Before I met you I- I was a mess, unable to control myself, but with you, I feel like me again. If there wasn’t for you, I don’t know where I’d end up and that’s just one of the reasons why I love you. I know I’ve said this countless times but, you’re my rock and if we have to start somewhere, then, let’s start with forever. I love you.’ He raised his glass, everyone else following him. You couldn’t hide the same on your face or your watery eyes. Everything he said made your heart melt and love him even more, if that was even possible.
Baby, I’m dancing in the dark with you between my arms Barefoot on the grass, listening to our favorite song When you said you looked a mess, I whispered underneath my breath But you heard it, darling, you look perfect tonight
'Are you happy?’ Kai said, his voice gentle. His arms were wrapped around you as you danced on the dance floor to a slow song, your hands placed on his strong biceps.
'More than you could ever imagine.’ You replied and placed your head on Kai’s chest, listening to his heartbeat. You looked up at him again, only to find his eyes staring deeply into yours.
'Me too. I never thought I would be this lucky and marry the best girl in the whole world. You’re the best and you deserve the best, so-’ he picked you up and spun you around once before placing you down again. 'I want to show you the world. Only you. Have you in my arms every night while we watch stars through the window at some crazy expensive house in Maldives or something.’ You laughed at his comment, his hand reaching out as he placed a small lock of hair behind your ear.
'I don’t need expensive stuff. As long as I am with you, I will always be happy. You are all I need and if you are there, we can spend time at some lake house outside the town, I don’t mind. You are what I wanna see.’
'Always so humble.’
'It’s one of those things you love about me.’
'That’s true, but you know I love everything about you.’ He replied and kissed your forehead gently, his arms strongly wrapped around your body. He looked at you for a few moments without saying a word before he finally spoke up.
'You look beautiful. I can’t stop looking at you because of how perfect you look and I still can’t believe you’re mine.’ Kai trailed off as you smiled at him. He always made you blush when he said those kind of things, but you loved that about him. It only showed you how much he appreciates you and how much he loves you.
'Ready?’ Kai asked, as you said your last goodbyes to your guests, a car waiting for you and Kai. It was time to hop on the plane and travel to wherever Kai was taking you for your honeymoon. He didn’t want to say anything because he loved surprising you so you knew this would be just as perfect as all the other surprises.
'Ready.’ You muttered as Kai kissed your cheek and put all the suitcases in the car, ready to leave. Everyone was waving at you and Kai as Kai opened the doors for you. For some reason you were nervous, but it was a good kind of nervous. You didn’t know how long the flight was going to be only because Kai wouldn’t tell you, but you knew when the moment of arriving comes and when you settle down in a hotel room, Kai was going to take care of you like he never did before, only this time it would be as husband and wife which only brought a big smile on your face, still hard to believe you married Kai. The best man that is out there and he was all yours. You got to call him yours and you knew life with him would be perfect, just like it was before.
I have faith in what I see Now I know I have met an angel in person And she looks perfect, I don’t deserve this You look perfect tonight
Summary: Bad boy/psychopath Tyler in prison, based off of Heathens music video
can u do a tyler joseph daddy smut
I looked at my reflection in one of the many metal tables around me and centered my thin silver necklace. It was a gift from Tyler and I never took it off. The necklace was just a thin chain, but where someone might put their name or a small heart charm, I instead had “Daddy” in silver, cursive letters hanging delicately around my neck.
I took a deep breath and turned to the prison guard behind me, “I’m ready.”
We walked through the gray, concrete hallway, the only noise being my black heels against the hard surface. The prison guard accompanying me remained stone-faced the whole walk to Tyler’s visiting area. I couldn’t visit Tyler like everyone else got to visit their incarcerated loved ones. He was in the isolation unit. I wasn’t even supposed to get to see him, but he was friendly with some of the guards.
I could vividly remember the moment I showed up on my mother’s doorstep, crying, telling her that Tyler had gotten arrested. She looked down at me, her lips in a tight line, her eyes cold and adamant, and said, “If you know what’s good for you, you’ll leave him and run as far as you can.” Those were her last words to me before slamming the door in my face. I understood. Hell, I always knew Tyler would end up in prison, and if not prison he’d go somewhere worse.
Tyler had never been mentally stable. He never killed them though. That’s what he told me, even when he came home soaked to the bone in someone else’s blood, he never killed them. I believed him; even when he got sentenced to 25-life in a maximum security prison, he was still innocent to me. No one understood that. But they didn’t see the man that I did. I was his princess, he was my daddy, and I was going to visit him as much as I could.
The six foot something prison guard led me through several locked doors until we finally came to a room. There weren’t any windows, but the single fluorescent light hanging from the ceiling was enough for the teeny tiny room. It was just like a concrete box, except one wall was made up of the bars they use on prison cells. The only difference between this and an actual cell was the table and chairs in the middle.
I muttered a quick thank you as the prison guard pulled out a chair for me. It was the chair facing the bars. This was the chair I always sat in. I liked it because I could see Tyler as they brought him to me. No matter how many men, dressed in their full military uniforms, with their big guns pressed to his back, were with him, his face always lit up when he saw me.
“They’re bringing him down.” The man told me before leaving and locking the heavy metal door behind him.
I knew he was just outside the door, ready to start the clock. Thirty minutes. That’s all the time I got, and I planned on making the most of it.
Being by myself was an adjustment in more ways than one. Tyler and I had gone from having sex five or six times a week to nothing at all. It was torture; especially because Tyler looked great in his orange jumpsuit.
I knew it was wrong. I mean my boyfriend was in prison and all I could think about was sex, but I had always been attracted to the “bad boy” type. So seeing Tyler in handcuffs did something for me and there was nothing I could do about it.
My head snapped up and the sound of footsteps coming down the hall. I smiled and adjusted my cleavage so just enough was spilling out to get Tyler’s attention, but it still looked effortless and natural. Me, of all people, didn’t have a problem with pushing my boobs up to my ears, but Tyler did. Every time I tried to make any sort of advance, he shot me down. I didn’t see why, he was already in here for life with no chance of parole, it’s not like he could any more trouble.
A man, dressed like the SWAT team members I saw on TV, removed the lock from the bars. Then, for the first time this week, I saw Tyler. His face looked pretty banged up, but other than that he looked the same as usual.
When he saw me, he smirked and looked me up and down before being led inside by a group of officers. Once he was inside they sat him down in the chair across from me and re-handcuffed him with the handcuffs that were connected to the table. That meant he was basically chair-bound, which was perfect for me.
After Tyler’s posse finally left us alone, I sat forward in my hard metal chair, “I miss you, daddy.”
“I miss you too babygirl.” He said smiling.
I began slowly dragging my heeled foot up Tyler’s leg, “I miss your eyes, your mouth, your hands, and most of all I miss your-”
Tyler jerked his leg away from me, “Not here (Y/N).”
I sat back and crossed my arms over my chest, “If not here then where? Your five star hotel suite?”
I knew Tyler didn’t like it when I mouthed off, but it wasn’t like he could punish me for it, unfortunately.
“Was that sarcasm I just heard?” Tyler asked, his eyes now dark with what I hopped was lust.
“I’m sorry, but it’s just been soooo long. I need something daddy.” I whined.
Tyler’s eyes flicked up to the security camera on the wall behind me, “I know, but I can’t baby.” He wiggled his handcuffs for emphasis, “You know that.”
I glanced back at the camera and smirked, “I have an idea.”
Getting up from my seat, Tyler’s brown eyes flew to the short hemline of my skirt. I traced a manicured finger along the table as I walked over to where Tyler was sitting. With a little squeezing and shifting, I finally sat in Tyler’s lap, straddling his thighs.
“We have to be quick and quiet, okay?” He told me, glancing toward the door where the prison guard was standing with his back to us.
I grabbed the sides of his face and pressed a desperate kiss to his lips. It had been so long since I’d touched Tyler, let alone kissed him. Tyler, much to his dismay, couldn’t touch me because of the handcuffs, but my hands roamed everywhere. I made sure not one spot was left untouched by my hands or my lips, but I was truly concerned about one spot in particular.
Keeping my lips on his, I lightly palmed Tyler through his boxers until I felt him grow painfully hard beneath me. Tyler attached his lips to my neck, nipping at my sweet spot.
“D-daddy,” I moaned, grinding my hips against his.
Tyler groaned against my neck, “Shit babygirl, keep doing that.”
I brought his face up to mine and connected our lips. I started grinding down on him as fast and as hard as I could. It was obvious that neither of us were going to last very long. Even though we were both fully clothed, it had been months since anything but my own fingers had touched me down there.
“You’re so fucking beautiful babygirl.” Tyler moaned.
“Oh god daddy, I-I’m gonna-” I tried to warn Tyler before my orgasm washed over me in waves, making my whole body feel tingly in the best way.
I felt Tyler come shortly after me, letting out a long groan and a string of curses.
He placed his forehead against mine, breathing heavily.
“I’m sorry daddy, I made a mess on you.” I said, already feeling the moisture drip down my thighs.
Tyler laughed, “God I missed you.”
I laughed too and pressed a quick kiss to his chapped, swollen lips. Tyler turned his head and deepened the kiss, making me moan involuntarily. I was just about to work on Tyler’s neck, when I heard the harsh banging on the door that signalled that our time was up.
I pulled away from Tyler, lightly biting down on his bottom lip before wiggling out of his lap.
Back in my chair, I fixed my hair and the lipstick that had mostly rubbed off on Tyler’s mouth. As if on cue, the prison guard swung open the door and told me it was time to go. But before leaving, I discreetly traced a line up my cilt with my index finger and cleaned it off in my mouth, keeping eye contact with Tyler.
I saw his jaw clench and I smiled, innocently blowing him a kiss before prancing out of the room.
Honestly I’ve seen a lot of Heathens theories but my favorite is that Tyler went crazy and killed Josh so that’s basically what I went with here and idk but I think I might be in love with incarcerated Tyler??????
Also P.S. I kind of based this off of the Harley Quinn and Joker vibes I got from the Suicide Squad trailers
One Shot: You and Y/F/N go to a club for your birthday and run into Lucky where things get VERY heated…
Warning: SMUTTY SMUT IS V SMUTTY.
As if on cue, the bouncer checked off our names on the list and stepped aside, opening the doors to this millionaire’s club. The bass was shaking my body now and I avoided eye contact with the bouncer as I shuffled inside behind Y/F/N. Holy shit. And I mean holy shit. The mass of people was actually ridiculous, and I held back a choke as multiple men grazed my butt in their attempts to pass us. I could barely even see the floor. In the flashing strobe lights I made out brick walls with various pieces of modern art, probably worth more than my tuition, casually flung on at vicarious angles. The staircase that led to the roof was metal, and I think I could make out the bar in the back. Yup, definitely a bar. The whole back wall was a glass display case of every type of liquor known to man. It was like industrial meets modern. And I was like a deer in the headlights. Y/F/N nudged me. I turned to her clueless. She shouted something, but I couldn’t hear over the deafening techno music. “WHAT?!” I shouted. Y/F/N came closer and put her mouth up to my ear. “HOW DOES OUR LIL LEGAL Y/N LIKE IT?!” She screamed. “OH IT’S AWESOME! DID YOU SEE THAT MOB OF GIRLS OUTSIDE?! IT’S CRAZY! HOW POPULAR CAN A CLUB BE?!” “NOT A CLUB STUPID,” Y/F/N yelled, raising her eyebrows and swaying her hips to the music. “WHAT DO YOU MEAN? WHAT…” I looked at Y/F/N who had the guiltiest and giddiest grin on her face. “I MAY OR MAY NOT HAVE KNOWN THIS TO BE THE FAVORITE CLUB OF A CERTAIN” – a man pushed her and she hobbled on you for support – “LUCKY CELEBRITY.” “SHUT UP!” If this was who I thought it was… “AND SAID CELEBRITY MAY OR MAY NOT BE IN TOWN. JK HE MOST DEFINITELY IS IN TOWN. I DO MY RESEARCH WOMAN.” “LUCKY BLUE SMITH IS IN THE BUILDING, I REPEAT-” I cut off Y/F/N’s rant by enveloping her in a giant hug. “HOLY CRAP GUYS.” Y/F/N laughed at my once again shocked expression. I quickly grabbed Y/F/N’s hand and we started making our way towards the center of the club, aiming for the huge crystal chandelier that was dangerously swinging in the middle of the ceiling. On the way there, a sweaty body knocked into us, forcing our hands apart, but when I looked back she was still there. Y/F/N smiled a reassuring smile, nodding her head forward to keep me moving. Good. I praised the Lord for giving me hips. Not only because they are ‘sexy af’ (Y/F/N’s words, not mine), but turns out they’re great in forcefully knocking people out of the way through crowds that keep getting denser. I started to feel sweat from other bodies slick itself onto my skin and I tried not to gag, but we were so close. Eh, close enough. I stopped suddenly. This seemed like a good spot. And it would have to be. Because a semi-circle of tall, buff men all had their backs towards me, and they did not look like they were going to be swayed aside with the force of curves alone. As a plus, their blockade created a little more space. “HOW’S THIS?” I shouted and turned to find – Strangers. No Y/F/N. Shit where did she go?! I used my height to scan over some of the people, but from the top they all looked the same. This honestly would happen. Great. Maybe she’d find me? It felt like I’d been waiting for 10 minutes when in reality it was probably just 1, when I saw her. With a guy. Oh woah, literally with a guy, he looked like he was viciously attacking her neck and by the way she leaned into him with her head back I could tell she was enjoying it. At least, hopefully. Should I go over there? Eh, she can handle herself. I’ll just keep watch over here. A little self-conscious without the girls next to me, I started just swaying my hips a little and nodding to the music. But then the jam came on. And it wasn’t as if anybody was watching anyways. I ain’t got no type Bad bitches is the only thing that I like “YOU AIN’T GOT NO LIFE, CUPS WITH ICE AND WE DO THIS EVERY NIGHT” I started screaming the words as I felt myself let go, running my hands over my body and letting my hair fall into my face. And I didn’t even drink a sip of alcohol. “Mm, and what’s your name gorgeous?” hot breath suddenly fanned against my neck as hands from behind grasped my hips and pulled me into the stranger’s toned front. Hard. I looked down and noticed several rings on this creepers’ fingers. What the fuck? I attempted to get out of his grasp, but he was strong. Really strong. I turned around and cringed as my backside rubbed against his front, hearing him let out a low grunt at the action. “Get off me! I have a-” I stopped mid-sentence when I came face to face with the man I’d never thought I’d actually see. The man I’d spent hours fantasizing about with my crazy roommate. “You’re- What?” I managed to breathe out. This couldn’t be right. But the crystal blue eyes, pouty lips, and bleached hair were right in front of me. Too close actually where I could spot several light freckles along his cheeks. Fuck. He was real. And taller in person. I became hyper aware of his hands sliding lower down my back and the fact that my front was now touching his, erm, front. “You were saying.” He smirked, a smirk tainting his cheek as he clearly knew that I knew of him. How do I respond in a situation like this?? How does anyone respond in a situation with Lucky Blue Smith?? I gulped and hoped it wasn’t visible. “I’m here with friends.” I choked out. Why would he need to know that? Fucking smooth one. He looked behind my shoulders quickly before his blue eyes bore back into mine, amusement clearly written on his face. “It didn’t look like it to me,” he said. His husky voice sent shivers down my spine, but I tried to stifle my reaction. HOW THE FUCK DO I STIFLE MY REACTION TO LUCKY BLUE SMITH. I coughed slightly. “She’s, uh, she’s here. It’s my birthday.” This was mortifying. I squealed a little as his large hands squeezed my ass. “What are you-?” “You never answered my question.” His lips twitched as he observed my complete floundering. If his face wasn’t this perfect than we wouldn’t be having this problem. My eyes roamed down his face, to the strong veins in his neck, and to the dip of golden skin the white button down revealed. It looked delicious, so kissable. I wonder what he tastes like…. He interrupted my staring by lifting my jaw up with one hand. I felt myself blush in his gentle grip. What had he asked? Name? “Y/N.” Something flashed in his eyes, his features darkening slightly. Or maybe that was the lighting. “You have the most beautiful green eyes, Y/N.” He spoke lowly, like a tiger to its prey. And I was the fucking bunny. My heart rate accelerated as he brought his plump lips to the corners of my mouth, dragging them teasingly to the bottom of my ear, where he lightly bit. “Fucking perfect body,” he was barely speaking, the low tone making me weak. He dipped his head lower beneath my jaw and placed a hot kiss there. I inhaled sharply as he started to painfully suck on the tender skin, and my hands instinctually tangled themselves in his thick hair. His teeth grazed me and I groaned when he licked a cool stripe over the probably already developed marking. Just when I was about to tug him closer, he pulled away. I didn’t even try to hide the disappointment on my face. Why had he- “How old are you baby?” He licked his lower lip and I felt heat pool uncomfortably beneath my dress. Was it bad I was this turned on?? He became impatient with my silence and started to roughly knead my cheeks. I swore he chuckled as I desperately fought to stifle a moan. No, no it wasn’t. “Eighteen.” “Good, I like them older.” He smirked as my jaw fell open and he roughly took my hand, leading me through the crowd. The intimidating men from earlier had made a path for him and spoke something into a Bluetooth. I was beyond confused. Where was he taking me? I looked at his firm masculine hands enveloping my smaller ones in their strong grip. Did I honestly care? Spend it how I like, sinnin’ every night. Push-start the whip, brought it strait to life. The club was rushing past me, and it was bigger than I thought. We received multiple jealous stares as he quickly dragged me through the VIP section and down several hallways before coming to a stop before a door. I had no idea where I was. “Where are we going?” I asked, slightly out of breath. I hoped he didn’t notice. “To my car,” he didn’t hesitate as he smoothly opened the door, releasing my hand, but quickly placing it on the small of my back. Well shit. The infamous black range rover was parked right outside, hidden in one of the back alleyways. “Handy,” I said. Handy?! Honestly?! I felt my cheeks heat up again and I cursed whatever idiot was taking over my body the one time I needed to be collected. “You have no idea.” He ran a hand through his hair with a cocky crooked smile as if it was the most casual thing in the world to look that beautiful, and his t-shirt lifted a little as he raised his arm, revealing his toned abs and, oh god, a little bit of his happy trail. My stomach tied itself in knots. I really wanted to fucking touch him. His keys were already in one hand and he unlocked the car. I stayed frozen in place. He looked at me curiously and then with amusement, slowly walked closer to me, slowly, ever so slowly. God I was aching for him. And he could tell. He stopped just mere inches from my face, nose almost resting on mine. “Do have any idea how much I want you right now Y/N?” He pressed himself into me and it was the first time I felt the hard outline of his cock. He groaned and tossed his head back as he lightly ground himself into me. “How hard you got me by shaking that perky ass of yours? You were such a fucking tease,” he hissed the last word as he did a particularly hard thrust. I felt his hardness twitch against my throbbing center and the rough fabric of his black jeans was only adding to the hot friction. Holy shit. I finally released the moan I’d been forcing down and at that he growled. Roughly shoving me against the car, I wrapped my legs around his lean torso as he grabbed the ends of the dress and forced the material up to my waist. “I bet you taste so sweet, don’t you baby-girl, just like your fucking mouth.” He crashed his lips onto mine, battling for dominance until I submitted, his tongue asking for entrance that I more than willingly gave. My hands met his hair again. His oxygen was mine and mine was his. My breath hitched as my underwear was suddenly thrown to the side, the cool air from outside reaching the place I needed him most. He swiped two course fingers along my wet folds, and I whimpered as he brushed past my clit. “Fuck me you’re drenched,” his voice was raspy as he continued to teasingly swipe up and down, squeezing my clit before circling the bundle of nerves. He didn’t even try to hide his smug smirk as my eyes rolled back. The familiar tingle of warmth was already starting to grow in my stomach. He was good. “And who made you this wet Y/N? Who did this to you?” he demanded. His actions sped up to unbearable pace when I didn’t reply, my legs beginning to shake at the intensity of feeling. “You-you d-did, oh my God,” I moaned, throwing my head back. I gasped as he slipped a long finger into my center, the cool metal from the ring heightening my sensitivity as he slowly started pumping it in and out. “You’re so fucking tight baby.” He moaned and muffled my scream with his lips as he added another finger, hitting a spot I didn’t even knew existed and increasing the pace to the point where all I saw and felt was white-heat. The only sound was the smacking of our lips and the sound of my wet sex. I was close. I broke from our kiss and somehow formed words. “I’m g-gonna cu-um Lucky.” He froze and pulled his fingers out. “What the hell?” I seethed. Sure this may be Lucky Blue Smith, living breathing sex god, but you don’t leave a girl hanging. He rose his eyebrows in amusement at my wild hair and flushed appearance. He chuckled. “You’re cute when you’re angry.” “Well I’m a firm believer in ‘finish what you started.’” I tried to shove him, but his grip around my waist only tightened, a smirk on his face as he tauntingly rose his fingers in between us. Fuck. The light reflected off the liquid that was dripping down his fingers. “Oh I intend to.” He put his fingers in his mouth, sucking, and I was mesmerized as I watch him taste my juices. He pulled them out with a moan, eyes fixed upon mine. “God, I can’t wait to properly taste you.” My center was painfully throbbing again and I swallowed as he effortlessly picked me up, opened the car door, and threw me down on the back seats. His head lowered in between my thighs, leaving wet kisses first below my knee, then teasingly dragging his jawline up and down my inner thighs. “Prettiest pussy,” he muttered. I tried closing my thighs to gain some sort of friction, but his hands kept them in place and locked them down. “Lucky,” I whined. He shot his head up to look at me, ocean-cool eyes piecing my thoughts, knowing what I wanted, what I needed. “Tell me what you want baby,” he said softly, his breath hitting my center. I blushed furiously at his words. This was the most vulnerable I’d felt in a long time. “You know what I want,” I muttered. His eyes darkened and his grip on my thighs tightened. “Y/N,” he said lowly, “tell me what you fucking want and I’ll be more than happy to give it to you.” I opened my mouth to speak, but looked away in embarrassment instead. Why was he doing this? “Hey,” his voice softened and his long arm reached over to turn my head, “Look at me beautiful. I need you to look at me.” He dropped his hand from my jaw and entwined it with my hand that was clutching the leather seat with white knuckles. He ran soothing circles on it, as he kissed up my thighs for the second time, leaving open-mouthed kisses as his blue eyes held mine. “So beautiful,” he muttered in between kisses. He hovered over my sex, breath hitting it, and I took a deep breath before squeezing his hand. He didn’t need much more encouragement. He licked a long stripe down my sex before nibbling down on my most sensitive nub. “Fuck,” I moaned. He paused, looked at me for a moment, then took a deep breathe. Burying himself inside of me, his tongue delved in and out almost faster than his fingers. The plush feeling of his lips lightly sucking around me gave me shivers and his nose repetitively hit my clit. “Mm Lucky,” I whined, I was close, again. He raised his other hand from my thigh to grab my breast, squeezing and kneading it, making my nipples harden with pleasure. “Oh my God,” I moaned, “L-lucky I’m c-close.” He turned his attention to my clit, swirling his tongue around over my oversensitive bundle of nerves, sucking gently before biting down and then I lost it, shouting his name. My toes curled from the insane pleasure that shot from my center throughout my whole body, and I continued to jerk as Lucky licked me clean. “Like a cupcake.” He licked his lips as I lay there completely spent, and I heard him hum before he leaned over the seat. He hovered over my body for a moment, observing my face before leaning down to give me a long kiss. I taste myself on his tongue and I couldn’t help the moan I released into his mouth. Leaning lower to deepen the kiss, I felt his hard length straining against the fabric and when I glanced down it looked painful. “Oops,” I let out a light laugh as I reached my hands down to try and undo the button, but his hands stopped me. I looked up at him in confusion, but he just smiled, lightly shaking his head. “Tonight isn’t about me remember?” He ducked his head and peppered small kisses along my chest. “What do you mean?” I whispered, my voice lowering at the feeling of his affection. He looked at me with a disbelieving face and broke into a genuine smile. “Happy Birthday Y/N.” ————— “Oh my gosh there you are! We were about to call the cops where the hell have you been?!” Y/F/N shouted, anger and relief both present on her face. She was waiting outside the club, cell phone in hand, and practically tackled me for the third time that day when I stepped outside. “Honestly, I searched everywhere, I’m sorry we got separated…” Y/N’s voice trailed off as she gave me a sheepish look. If only she knew. “Okay, I have to tell you something. You’re probably not going to believe me.” And for some reason the only thing I could think of in that moment was Damn. I never saw him naked.
(Y/n) lit the candle with careful hands, watching Henry out
of the corner of her eye. He was pacing up and down the room, muttering things
under his breath. He was nervous. Very nervous. He had every right to be, this
was his first ever date after all.
thought made a tight pain form in her chest.
you right now.
be the jealous bitch you want to be.
your best friend.
he isn’t the guy you’ve been in love with for three years.
panicking” she smiled, waving out the flame on the match quickly before dropping
it the sink to make sure it wouldn’t set anything alight. That would be the
last thing he needed.
he grumbled, pulling at his awkward shirt.
breaths, buddy” she sighed, walking towards him to help him fix it “You’re
gonna be fine” Her hands played with the material until it sat right on him,
before leaving her hands on his shoulders in a comforting manor. He watched her
with tense eyes, trying to calm down.
what if I’m not” he shrugged her off as he resumed his pacing, biting his lip “What
if I say something rude? Or stupid? Or if I start rambling like-?”
you are right now?” she grinned, pulling him so he stood in front of her once
again “Henry, you won’t do anything of those things okay. It’ll be perfect. And
even if you do, I bet my life she’ll find it cute”
I know I
really think so?” he gave her one of his lopsided, half smiles, making her
sure of it” she replied in a quiet voice, trying to not show how much he
(Y/n)” he drew her in for a quick hug before she grabbed her coat and walked
out the back door, wringing her hands as she went. He didn’t seem to notice
however. He also didn’t notice the tears dribbling down her face as she walked
Henry walked down the road, his hands stuffed into his
pockets, head low. The date hadn’t gone well.
like me that way.
chance I have at normalilty and its snatched away from me.
up at the small two floor house in front of him. He noticed the girl’s light
was still on, despite the fact she had told him she wasn’t feeling well that
day. She had been walking around helping him with a glum tired look on her
face. He had just assumed she was sick. But this doesn’t make any sense.
(Y/n) like the back of his hand. And when she was sick, she slept as much as
on the floor door tentatively, wiping away any evidence that he had cried on
the walk home.
wait until he was alone before the tears started again. He would have to. (y/n)
hated to see him cry. But he had to get to the bottom of this.
Mrs (Y/ln). I was wondering-“he began as the girl’s mother opened the door in
her dressing gown.
Henry, how many times have I told you?” she tutted “Just call me (Y/mn). Now come
in quick, or we’ll both catch our death of cold”
him in quickly, smoothing out her slightly messy hair.
guessing you’re here to collect those books you left here last week” the woman
smiled “(Y/n) left them down here for you-“
I’m just here to see (Y/n)” he interrupted, heading towards the stairs “Buts
think that’s a good idea love” she stopped him, a tight lip smile on her face “She
isn’t feeling well, wouldn’t want you to catch it too”
whys she still up?” he frowned.
didn’t answer, her fake smile faltering.
think it’s time you got home now”
can’t I see her?”
need to go now. She’d just not feeling well”
could hardly fight back against the woman as she manoeuvred him towards the
door, confused and slightly frightened.
you tomorrow maybe”
that the front door was closed once again.
looked up at the girl’s bedroom window. The blinds were closed the lights on.
She was in there. A tight feeling in his stomach told him something was wrong.
naturally, he couldn’t just give up there.
(Y/n) heard a shuffling noise coming from outside, moving
her head up from her crippled position. She was laid out on the bed, hair
tangled, sleeves still damp from when she had wiped at her eyes. She had told
her mother she didn’t want anyone near her, retreating to her room to cry in
piece. She and Henry were very much alike in that sense. They didn’t like to
show others how upset they were.
heard someone come in minutes before, but just assumed it was her father
finally in from a long day of work. But now with the mysterious shuffling, she
started to wonder if something more sinister was at work.
listened as her window slowly slid up, cursing at the fact she hadn’t put on
felt her heart jump in her throat as a hand pulled back her curtains. She got
ready to scream for her mother, but when a familiar head poked through the gap
in the material her cries fell silent.
she hissed, diving for him “What are you doing? You’re going to get yourself
killed. Inside, inside this room right now!”
pull him through, landing roughly on her back with him hovering over her.
stared at each other for a few seconds, trying to catch their breath.
been crying” he whispered, reaching forward to stroke her cheek.
haven’t” she replied quickly, flinching away from him.
frowned at her actions, wondering why she was shutting him out.
are you upset?”
“I think you should go, Henry”
She pushed him gently, standing
up slowly. She walked over to her door, opening it for him as she turned off
her bedroom light. She was tired. Too tired to fight anymore.
“Doesn’t matter what you think”
he answered smartly “I’m staying”
She laughed lightly at his persistence,
sitting down on her bed with a loud thump. After a moment or two he joined her.
The two sat in silence, (Y/n)
staring at her hands dully. Henry watched her however, trying to decide what was
wrong. But after a while, he become more captivated with her.
He loved the way the moonlight
was bouncing off her (Y/hc) hair, the brightness also reflecting in her (Y/ec)
eyes. She was slouched over, fragile. Tired.
“Beautiful” he mumbled, catching
“Pardon” she frowned.
“Nothing, it’s just um…you…uh” he
stuttered “You look beautiful, I mean”
She glanced at the mirror and
snorted. Her hair was puffy and a tangled mess. Her eyes were bloodshot, large
bag forming underneath them. The skin of her cheeks was blotchy and wet,
“Funny” she grumbled, falling
back against the covers.
“I’m being serious” he copied her
actions, reaching out to play with her hair.
“So I’m guessing the date didn’t
go that well” she changed the subject quickly “Or you’d be with her”
“Yeah” he sighed “She doesn’t see
me that way”
“I’m sorry” she whispered “I know
you really liked her”
He wasn’t really listening, he
was looking at her lips and then at the sad look in her eyes.
He rolled over so he hovered
above her once again, sliding one hand so it lay against the top of her head.
“What are you doing?” she gulped,
a light blush covering her face.
He didn’t reply, bending down
“Wait” she stopped him “Don’t do
this if it’s a pity kiss. Don’t do this just because you know that I’m hurting
and that you’re hurting. Don’t do this out of pity Henry”
“If you kiss me, do it because
you actually want to kiss me. Not her. Me”
He waited only a second before
smashing his lips onto hers.
Imagine – Winning the first ever women’s Money In The Bank
ladder match and dedicating your win to Chris Jericho
Word Count – 2,118
Warnings – None
A/N – I’m going to try to write tons of imagines again. J But I’ll probably have
more WWE ones than Supernatural ones sadly. I’m not sure yet but I might change
my account into a multi fandom imagine page instead of just SPN and WWE.
About two months ago Stephanie McMahon and Triple H came up
to you and the rest of the women’s locker room announcing that the first ever
women’s Money In The Bank ladder match would be taking place June 19th.
Everyone screamed with joy.
“The women in the match will be Bayley, Alexa Bliss, Emma,
Nia Jax, Nikki Bella, and last but not least Y/N.” Triple H smiled. You all had
a group hug then went on with your day, talking nonstop about how exciting this
is for women’s wresting.
A few weeks ago Vince McMahon called you to his office.
You’ve been in the company for five years now but you still get nervous around
“Oh Y/N! It’s so nice to see you. Please, come sit.”
“I’m not in trouble am I?” you asked nervously, knee
bouncing up and down
“Why does everyone always think that they’re in trouble when
I call them in? Am I really that scary?” He chuckled. You shook your head and
smirked a little, still nervous.
“I called you in here to let you know that… You will be
winning the MITB match. And you’re going to cash in on the same night.” Your
“I am! Are you sure?”
“Well Y/N I kind of run stuff around here. Of course I’m
“Right, sorry my mind just isn’t in the right place. I’m
honored, and I’m so thankful but I have to ask, why me?”
“You have been very loyal to this business. You’re a great
worker, you’ve barley been injured and you have been here for five years
without one title run. I think your time is now, miss Y/L/N.”
You walked over and gave him a huge hug as he gave you one
“Thank you so much Vince. This means the world to me.”
“You deserve it.”
Tonight is the night. Everyone was so excited, you
especially but also very nervous. All these thoughts kept coming through “What
if I mess up?” “What if I get injured?” A calm voice caught your attention. It
was one of the ladies who create wrestling gears.
“Here’s your Chris Jericho gear you wanted” She smiled,
handing the pants over to you along with his boots and a black tank top.
“Thank you so much, I love it! It looks just like his! I
can’t wait to put these on.”
“No problem, good luck sweetie. You got this!”
You ran into your dressing room and quickly changed into
your gear. You left, showing off your pants to everyone when you realized you
still had to do a quick interview with Renee Young.
“Y/N, Are you ready to make history tonight?”
“You betcha Renee! But the question is are YOU ready to
watch me win? Is the WWE Universe ready to watch me win? If not, they better
get ready. Because I promise by the end of tonight that briefcase will be in my
hand, and before Charlotte knows it that title will be in my hands.”
“I can’t help but notice, your gear is inspired by Chris
Jericho. What’s the story on that?”
“Chris has always been my favorite since I was 12. Even
though he was a bad guy, there was always something about him that just really
interested me. It’s around 15 years later now and even though we work in the
same company and are really good friends I’m still a huge mark over him.” You smiled
while she smiled too.
“Since he created this match, I thought I’d dedicate my win
to him. If it wasn’t for him I wouldn’t be where I am right now. He’s my
mentor, he’s my friend, he’s been my inspiration for as long as I can remember.
He’s the one who trained me to wrestle and I can’t thank him enough for
everything he’s done for me and this company. Chris always says how he is the
best in the world at what he does, its almost two decades later and he still
proves that every single night.”
She thanked you and wished you good luck and went on her
way. You looked at the clock and realized it was almost time to go out. You sat
around in the lunch room sitting and talking with the members of the new day
along with Bayley and Nikki.
“I can’t believe we’re here.” Nikki smiled
“In the lunch room?” Kofi joked, nudging her shoulder
“No! We are about to go out there and make history. That’s
“Right? I never thought we’d do it.” You said, trying to
hold back the tears.
20 minutes go by and one of the workers tell you its time.
Your heart starts pounding what seems like a thousand times a minute. This is
it. You waited for everyone to head out and make their entrances when finally
your theme song hit, you ran out and smiled as you went down the ramp hearing
the crowd sing along with your theme.
The match went on for about 30 minutes. So many crazy stuff
has happened, and you’re pretty sure you broke your finger. At some point you
climbed up the ladder and dropped kicked Emma off the ladder, knocking you down
along with her and landing on your back pretty hard. Nia crushed Nikki like ten times. You did a
lionsault onto Bayley. Everything was going great but the best was yet to come.
10 more minutes pass and everyone was down except for you.
This was it. This was your moment. You looked around the ring at all the girls
and shrugged your shoulders, smiling at the camera while the crowd chanted your
name. You climb up the ladder, every step you were getting closer until you finally
were on the last step. You grabbed the buckle, unlocked it and tore the
briefcase down. You held it in your hands and looked down at it, a big smile
coming across your face as your theme blared through the arena along with
screams of joy.
“And here is the winner of the MITB ladder match, (your ring
You went backstage and took a few photos for social media.
You did a few interviews and before you knew it it was already time for
Charlotte vs Sasha for the women’s title. You watched backstage as they fought,
feeling someone sit next to you so you look over and it’s Chris.
“Nice pants, they look awesome on you. I have great style,
don’t I?” He smirked
“Yeah you do, I never want to take these off.” You both
laughed, watching the match together
“I’m glad you won. It’s been what 5 years and you’ve never
had one title run yet? That’s ridiculous. I’m glad Vince finally woke up and
realized how awesome you are.”
“Thank you Chris. That means a lot.”
Before he could reply the same man who called you out
earlier came back to give you your que to run out there. You gave Chris a quick
hug as he yelled “Good luck, champ!” as you were walking away.
Charlotte’s theme played through the arena until yours hit,
the crowd going wild knowing what’s about to come. She stood in the middle of
the ring clenching her belt to her chest while yelling “This is mine!” but what
she didn’t realize was you were right behind her, attacking her with your brief
case. You slid out of the ring, handed your case over to the ref and demanded
him to make the match.
“(Your ring name) Is cashing in her Money In The Bank
JBL kept yelling “It isn’t time to cash in yet! It’s not
right! Charlotte just had a match there’s no way she can defend herself!”
You speared Charlotte and got up yelling “Come on baybay!”
obviously like Chris does sometimes. You got up and went into a corner, yelling
and telling her to get up again. She got up and speared her again. You got back
up and got ready to put her in a liontamer. You struggled but finally locked it
in. 65 seconds pass and Charlotte taps. You jumped off while tears already
flowed down your cheeks as the ref handed you the beautiful white and red belt.
“And your new WWE Raw Womens Champion, (your ring name)!”
the ref held your hand up high as the confetti fell through the ceiling. This
was all the blood sweat and tears paying off. All the homesickness, all the
bruises, all the traveling. This was a big screw you to the people who said you
couldn’t wrestle because you are a girl.
You got on your knees in the middle of the ring and looked
at your title thinking about everything. You got up and turned around and saw
Chris, standing there with tears in his glassy blue eyes while smiling and
clapping. You gave him a huge hug while thanking him. He let go, wiped away the
tears off your face and held your hand high, pointing over at you with pride.
“Lets clank our belts! It’s what all the cool kids do!” He
said picking up his United States championship. (I know he wasn’t U.S champ at
the time let me live)
He got out and held your hand as you got out too. You ran
over to your friends and family who were sitting in front row seats, hugging
them tightly. You walked back up the ramp then stopped before you went in. You
held up your title and heard as the fireworks went off.
You and Chris went backstage and watched as everyone joined
and clapped for you. Some were crying tears of joy even. You covered your face,
trying to hide the fact you were crying when you felt Chris wrap his arm around
your shoulders. Triple H came over and picked you up in a great big bear hug.
He was always like a father figure to you.
“I’m so proud of you. I’m sure Chris is proud of you too.
We’re all proud.” You hugged each other again then went your separate ways. You
went back to your dressing room to sit and take in what just happened.
You looked at the title that was still in your hands. This
will never feel real. You were lost in a trance until you heard someone
knocking on your door.
“Come in!” It was Chris
“Come here, I need one more hug.” He laughed, eyes still
glassy from emotions. He picked you up off the ground and squeezed you tightly.
“I wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t for you.”
“It was all you. I’m so proud of you. I cant express that
enough.” It felt so good to hear that. The room got quiet for a few minutes.
“This means we get to clean our titles together” He said
with excitement when another knock came.
“Hey sorry to interrupt but can I have one last Interview
with you for today? I know you’re probably tired of seeing this mic but” Renee
“It’s fine if Chris can join”
You picked your title up and put it on your shoulder. Chris
looked over at you with a smirk on his face.
“What’s the smirk for?”
“I’m just so happy for you.”
“I’m here with our new Raw women’s champion, Y/R/N along
with Chris Jericho.”
“Renee, what did I tell you earlier tonight? That I was
going to win. And what did I do? I won! I think I still have confetti in my
hair.” You both giggled
“Chris, how do you feel about Y/R/N’s achievement tonight?”
“Renee, I can’t even begin to put into words of how proud I
am of her. Back in 05 she came to one of my meet and greets and that’s where we
first met. And now? I just stood in the middle of that ring, on a WWE PVP and
held her hand up high while she held the women’s title in her other hand. That
is amazing. Not to mention she beat Ric Flair’s daughter for the title too in
under what 3 minutes?” You nodded.
“Well congratulations Y/R/N.”
She walked away and left you two to yourselves. The rest of
the night you took selfies with everyone who wanted one, did your photoshoot
even got one with Chris in it to keep for yourself for memories. Then after you
got everything done you went back to the hotel and spent the night with Chris
and Natalya talking about memories and playing games with each other on your
A/N: This is only the first part to this mini series so it’s not to to excited but it gets better promise. Destiny will be up this week ! Love you babes.
I pulled into the only empty parking spot I could find on the overly crowded lot of cars. It was the furthest from the front row I could get, but I didn’t mind much.
Today was my first day at a new job, and nerves were getting the best of me. I actually relished in the thought that the extra minute it would take me to walk from my car to the front doors would prolong the time I would have to endure the grueling task that is the first day. With awkward hello’s and insincere how do you do’s not to mention feeling like a little fish in a very big, very pretentious pound, was enough to make me restart my car and drive away. ‘I need this job.’ I told myself. It was by luck that I even got it.
I was sure that I’d totally bombed the interview. I was all over the place with my answers and stuttered way too much. So you could only imagine my surprise when a few weeks later I received a phone call from, my now boss, Martha. Later she would tell me I was excellent at interviewing and she couldn’t even tell that I was a nervous.
I was still in my car at 8:44. I had to be in the building at 9:00, but my father had always taught me to be punctual so I tried to be fifteen minutes early to everything. When the little black number changed from a four to a five, I sucked in a deep breathe and grabbed my oversized pink purse then got out of my car. I shut the door and looked into the drivers window to fix my hair one last time, before I click the lock button on my key fob and dropped my keys into my purse. I weaved through the maze of cars until I reached the front entrance of the office building. The doors were all glass with silver handles and read Prominence Legal Services in bold blue letters. I pulled open the heavy door and entered into a small waiting but luxurious room where a pretty, young, tan receptionist with black hair welcomed me with a smile.
“You here for your first day?” She asked with the same warm smile still on her face. Her name plate sitting at her desk said ‘Angie’, she stood from it and strolled over to me with her hand already extended. I took it firmly and shook and maybe a little to eagerly.
“Yes.” I said with as much fake confidence I could muster trying to cover up my pervious over excitement. ‘Why can’t I be normal for longer than twenty minutes at a time?’ I could feel my face turn warm, and knew my nerves had returned.
“Well,” she started letting go of my hand seeming not to notice my nerves at play. Maybe I was good at faking it. “I’m going to give you a small tour of things and then I’ll take you to Martha. Sound alright?”
I nodded my head in agreement not trusting myself to form words just yet. I flashed her a shy smile, the best I could do, and she turned on her heels and headed to another glass door off to the right just behind her desk. I hadn’t noticed it before but this door was taller then the others. With a long vertical silver handle. Next to it on the wall was a small black box to which Angie pulled a small white key card out of her pocket and waved it in front of it. There was a faint click and Angie pulled the door open holding it for me to walk through. I took a deep breathe and ‘Okay, you got this.“ I said pep talking myself. ‘Be brave.’. I made my way to the tan girl and stood in front of her looking through the doorway. I couldn’t see anything down the small hallway, it just ended abruptly and only allowed you to go left or right. I glanced at Angie, who nodded and smiled encouragingly. 'No turning back now.’, so I adjusted my purse on my shoulder and walked through to the hallway.
“And over there is the break room,” Angie directed pointing to a doorless entry where I could vaguely see a fridge, some microwaves, and a couple vending machines. We made a left into a row of desks. We past a few people who were busy at work, and a few that were chatting amongst themselves. I smiled shyly at everyone who we passed give my best first impression. As we walked my bag hit something making it jingle loudly with its contents catching some people’s attention. I blushed hard averting the eyes that were inevitably starring at me and walked faster to catch up with Angie.
“This will be your desk.” Angie stated. She stood next to a long white countertop like table that housed a computer, key board, and phone already.
“Over there.” She pointed to a wooden door at the end of the room behind me. “Is the copy room. It also has any supplies you may need. Pens, sticky notes, staplers, whatever.”
I only nodded again. I hadn’t said more than a couple words since I arrived and I was afraid she was starting to think I was a mute.
“Thank you so much.” I half murmured.
“No problem.” She smiled her warm toothy smile. “Now I’m going to see if Martha is ready for you. You can go grab some supplies and I’ll be back.”
“Okay.” I gulped praying she hasn’t heard the new pitch in my voice. For the past half hour, Angie had been my security blanket. But now she was throwing me into the wild, out on my own. I tried to plead with my eyes for her to stay.
“You got this.” She whispered. repeating my inward pep talk from earlier. She placed a hand on my upper arm and gave it a squeeze, before turning away back down the row desks in which we came. I sighed and set my purse on my new desk.
“Cute bag.” Someone sang behind me. I spun around to see a pale girl with strawberry blonde hair and dimples. She was dressed rather stylishly making me feel underdressed almost instantly.
“Thanks.” I smiled. “It’s a Coach purse I’ve had forever.”
“Vintage, I like that.”
I laughed at her obvious joke.
“I’m Lydia.” She grinned.
“Y/N” I mumbled returning her gesture. I was surprised at her genuine niceness. Had I just seen her and not talked to her I would assume she was stuck up.
“You got lucky.” She said recatching my attention.
“Oh?” My tone fluctuating to make the simple word sound like a question.
“Mhm, this section of desk has the greatest people you will ever meet in it. ”
“Laying it on kind of thick, aren’t we Lydia?” A girl with long dark hair and slanted eyes asked. She’d just spun around in her chair to face us.
“Yeah, you’re going to scare her away like you did that Erica girl.” This came from a girl next the dark haired girl. She had short straight brown hair that only came to her jawline, and hard expression.
“I didn’t scare Erica away. She just moved department.” The two girls giggled and Lydia rolled her eyes. “That’s Kira and Malia. They’re children as you can tell. Not really sure how they managed to get this job but maybe there is a God.”
“I’m Kira.” The dark haired girl said easing her hand a little.
“Damn Lydia, could you be any worse at this?”
“That’s Malia. You’ll get used to her harshness one day.” Lydia smirked at me before turning and sticking her tongue out at Malia.
“Harsh? I’m not harsh! Kira am I harsh?”
“No Malia, you are not harsh.” Kira responded almost robotically like this was certainly not the first time they’d had this conversation. Malia smiled proudly and snapped to Lydia raising her fist and slowly started to lift her middle finger, when a very well dressed woman with curled blonde hair and heavy makeup walked over. Malia’s eyes widened and she lifted her other hand quickly pointing to a nonexistent wound on her middle finger.
“And this scar is from a bee when I was three.”
“Interesting Malia,” the woman I now recognised as Martha said. “Y/N, can I steal you for a second?”
“Of course!” I responded without hesitation.
There was an intentional over exaggerated scoff from behind Martha and everyone turned to see where the rude sound had come. Sitting at a desk to the right of Martha was a guy. His brown hair was well kept but styled messily. He was wearing dark frame glasses that only accentuated the other features of his face, like the small moles adorning it. He had plump lips although they weren’t very full and that jawline, oh my god. He was leaning back in his seat as far as he could go with his left hand resting on the arm of his chair.
Stilinski looked up at her from his seating position then he smiled an award winning smile and shook his head.
“No. Sorry Mar. Just couldn’t believe all the accounts I have today.”
“Well, If anyone can get through them I know it’s you.” She patted him on the shoulder headed out of the rows of desks. I’d almost forgotten I was suppose to be following her and took a few steps toward until I noticed Stilinski starring at me. No, glaring. The look was just on the cusp of hatred but I didn’t understand why. I’d only just gotten here. How had I already made an enemy. His eyes were dark behind is glasses and he looked me up and down with an obvious disgust. Wait, I thought. Was that scoff for me? What had I said, done even to deserve that?
“You coming Y/N?” Martha called to me. I broke away from Stilinski’s stare and rushed passed him.
“Right, coming Martha.” I called a bit too eager again. When will these nerves stop!
“Kiss ass.” I heard mumbled from behind me.
After Martha had gone over policies and procedures, she released me back into the wild to start my actual job. I didn’t need to be trained, I had done this same work at my previous job. But, nonetheless they assigned me someone as a trainer, which thankfully was Lydia, just incase I had questions. I didn’t, of course, so I took the opportunity to get to know her. She was quite interesting. She already owned a home that she lived at by herself (well and her dog Prada), she’d only been working there a about a year but already received multiple awards for her performance. She was a real overachiever but I was glad she seemed to like me.
Later, I headed to the copy room to get the few supplies I needed. I walked down the long row of desk until I came to the wooden door Angie had pointed out earlier. There was a small plate on it that read 'Copy Room’. I turned the brass knob and pushed opened the door. There wasn’t anyone in there, but I wasn’t sure if I’d excepted there to be. It was a small room with copiers along the walls three or four of them maybe. I looked around and found, on another wall, a long shelf with the all the supplies one could ever need. I picked over the shelf looking for anything that I may need. I heard the door open and turned to see a tall man with dark hair and a slightly obscure jawline walk in to use the copier.
“Morning!” He said politely.
“Morning.” I repeated without hesitation.
The tall man just smiled a went about his business so I did the same. I saw a stack of pink sticky notes on the bottom shelf and knelt down to exchange them with the yellow ones I’d picked up earlier. I heard the tall man leave but didn’t hear anyone come in.
“Morning.” A smooth voice said from behind me.
Startled I stood up quickly hitting my head on the shelf above me dropping all the supplies in my hands.
“Morning.” I groaned rubbing at the newly formed bump. I dropped down to my knees and start picking up my things. The person who startled me rushed over to help.
“I’m sorry I didn’t mea-” he stopped talking mid sentence. I looked up to see the rude guy, Stilinski. And now I was sure that had to be his last name because no first name could be so horrendous.
“Oh.” He grimaced. He handed me a pack of paper clips then quickly got up grabbing his papers from the copier and walked out without another word.
“What the actual fuck.” I whispered to myself still holding my head with one hand and the supplies with the other.
A/N: This was requested by @tillielynn16! I hope you all enjoy this one! Feedback is welcomed and appreciated! I love you all so much!! <3
Working for NCIS was tough. DiNozzo hadn’t had a day off in such a long time. He missed seeing your face. He would go to the diner you worked at whenever he could just to see your face. It was getting closer to Christmas day; he was getting antsy. He had to see you again. He even started to plan the perfect date to take you on. The date was something he knew would knock your socks off. All he had to do was get a day off to take you.
Tony walked into the squad room, marching for the bullpen. There wasn’t a case today and Tony was going to take advantage of that. He made his way to Gibbs’ desk, opening his mouth to talk.
“The voice you hear your thoughts in is your soulmate’s but you don’t know who they are until you hear them speak for the first time.”
A/N: Okay…so let’s just talk about how reader and Kylo finally kissed? Like? I was so happy to finally make it happen??!! Damn, it’s about time. This part is more like a filler, but, please enjoy the weird tension shared between Kylo and reader! [GIF NOT MINE]
It was the best sleep you’ve ever had, well, it wasn’t something you wished for due to the factors that lead you to it…but, it was who knows how many hours straight of nothing but sleep–no dreams whatsoever. It was weird, yet, it did the job and you woke up feeling a whole lot better, minus the hunger and thirst. Shifting around a bit as you felt yourself slip back into consciousness, the first thought that greeted you was the ‘flashback’ of the 'small’ kiss you shared with Kylo yesterday. You couldn’t help it, a blush crept on your sleepy face, and lucky for you, Kylo hadn’t noticed.
It was another Friday night spent alone with a
bottle of wine, Chinese takeaway and Netflix while the rest of the world had a
social life. You didn’t mind though because you’d had a busy week at work and
needed a night to relax. However before you can dig into your Chinese there’s a
knock on the front door. It was 9pm and you weren’t expecting visitors.
“y/n open the door please I don’t want to be alone
You were very surprised to hear your best friend
Jack on the other side. He’d told you earlier that he had a hot date so you
were confused as to why he was now on your doorstep. His voice also sounded
cracked as if he’d been crying. You open the door to see a puffy eyed Jack
“Come in Jack and tell me everything. Who do I have
to beat up? I might be small and lack muscles but no one makes my Jacky cry.”
You flex your arm and Jack laughs before shuffling
past you into your flat. He slumps down on the sofa and picks up the box of
spring rolls on the coffee table, just like a girl he could become an emotional
“Cute top by the way y/n, great taste in music.”
You didn’t think you’d be having company over so
you weren’t dressed to impress. You wore your underwear with an oversized All
Time Low tank over the top which Jack had left one day and you ended up
claiming as your own. You smile and tug at it slightly wishing it covered more
of you, but Jack seemed to be enjoying the view.
“Yeah it’s just some little band one of my friends
is in, you might not have heard of them. Though their lead guitar player is
pretty hot, hey he kind of looks like you Jack but sexier.”
You waltz over to the sofa and Jack scoffs before
grabbing you around the waist and pulls you onto his lap. You laugh and try to
get up but his grip tightens and your face pales at the mischievous glint in
“Don’t you even dare Jack.”
Next thing you know Jack starts tickling you which
is bad because you’re super ticklish.
You squirm but there’s no escape in sight. Jack
throws his head back and laughs menacingly.
“Not until you tell me that you love me, and I’m
sexier than this Jack guy.”
“Shit…Jack…fine you win…I love you…and you’re
sexier than…the Jack…guy…now release me…”
He stops tickling you and you don’t realise just
how close the two of you are until Jack cups your chin and kisses you. You were
best friends but you always kind of had a crush on him, so instead of pushing
him away you kiss him back.
“God you’re perfect y/n. My girlfriend cheated on
me, she’s been sleeping around behind my back.”
You mentally roll your eyes having never liked the
girl, well that explained the crying Jack but not the kissy Jack. You get off
his lap and he pulls you back in for a hug so that your head is resting on his
chest. Was the kiss because he just wanted to kiss someone and you were convenient.
Did it mean anything to him?
“I never liked her anyway Jack, now let’s eat the
food before it gets cold.”
Food was a great change of subject. But as you
reach for the rice Jack’s hand grabs yours and you make the mistake of looking
him in the eyes.
“Tonight made me realise something y/n?”
He closes the space between you again and you jump
slightly as he kisses you again before pulling back and smiling.
“I’m in love with my best friend y/n. I love you.
You’ve always been there for me and picked me up when I’m down.”
Well that was unexpected but warmed your heart.
Jack had just admitted to being in love with you of all people.
“I love you to Jack, now shut up and let me eat.”
“I love it when you talk dirty to me y/n.”
You snort and lie back down allowing his arms to
wrap around you. You pick up your food and Jack mirrors you before he picks up
the remote and starts to flick through Netflix. Well this would go down as one
of the best Friday nights ever.