i love him cause he looks like an egg

A leader has to rule.

Paring: Negan x Reader.

Warnings: Some injuries mentioned?, Language and angst.

P.S: I didn’t know exactly what I wanted but I think it ran out of my initial idea. I use as the base some things that happened on the show, and I inclement some things to add more… idk, “meaning”.I hope you guys like it. And I would love to hear what you guys have to say. Xoxo L.

Word Count: 3099

Originally posted by negandarylsatisfaction

Negan enters in his room after killing the doctor, “it has to be done” he thought. He sat on the couch and stare into space “how things went through this? Why Sherry left? And why they had to free Daryl? I was almost making him crack under my hands. Fuck it” he thinks while he got up and went to get a cup of whiskey.


Was a pretty day today, after a while being here in Sanctuary and getting to understand all the point system (not that I worked with it, I’m one of Negan wives after all so I don’t need to move a muscle, but I don’t want to get lazy with my ass doing nothing all day just drinking and eventually having sex with Negan). I got to know that Negan was pretty smart about all that. How he makes the Saviors work and how he get everyone around here to work and to fear him.

Going back inside while I had a little escape getting the top of the trees to think about how my life got to that point. I went to the infirmary to find no one there, and after walking through the huge place I found Eugene, being honest I hated the guy, never understand why Abbe and Rosita kept him alive since the only thing he does is complain and cry all the time. I honestly always wanted to shot him in the fucking face. I mean we always fight, and since he got into the group we just protected him, my group.. well, ex-group, don’t need that weight on our shoulders. Not more than we already had.

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Two-bit x Reader Hungry/Horny

  Based off of the sentence prompt; “I said I’m hungry, not horny. But now that you mention it…”

You and Two-bit were hanging out at your house. It was best to hang out at your place since he never cleaned up his house which drove you, and his mother, crazy. It especially drove you crazy when he made a mess at your place.

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Summer Storm - Chapter 14 Face Your Demons

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This Chapter is a mess, I hope I got it all out right, it was in my head in a jumbled mess for days lol 


Jellybean ushered them inside and soon they were seated in a small and comfortable living room, on overstuffed couches and sipping on coffee.  

“So tell me,” Jellybean began.  “How did this happen?” she asked, pointing to them both as they sat on the couch next to each other.  Jughead turned to smile at Betty and took her hand.  His sister seemed flabbergasted.  “Seriously, how does my brother make one of the best authors I’ve ever read fall in love with him, and vice versa for that matter.  Jughead doesn’t love anyone, well at least he pretends he doesn’t,”  Jughead frowned at the last statement and Betty smiled.  “Where did you meet?”

“Well, I found him in the ditch,” Betty explained.

“I’m sorry, what?”  JB said, completely confused.  Betty told the story and Jellybean was shocked, looking at her brother in concern.  “You could have died,” she said hoarsely.  “And I would have never known.”

“You’re my case of emergency,” Jughead muttered.  

“Oh that would have been nice.  Haven’t seen you in years but have a cop show up to tell me you’re dead.”

“I’m sorry, JB, I should have contacted you sooner.”

“Yeah, you should have.  You shouldn’t have stopped contacting me to begin with,” she said pointedly.  Jughead said nothing and Betty watched the emotions play on his sisters face.  She seemed so happy to see him and at the same time, she looked angry and like she wanted to start yelling at him but she held back.

“So, I guess life on the farm is a good fit for you?” she asked her brother with a smile.  “I’m still trying to process that you’re sitting here with the sweetest looking woman, holding her hand and looking completely love sick.”

“Really?” Jughead said, exasperated.  Jellybean laughed and Betty flushed.

“Honestly, Miss Cooper…”

“Please, call me Betty.”

“Honestly, Betty, I always thought, if my brother did find someone who would put up with him, it would be some large angry tattooed chick.”  

“Have I ever dated a women like that?” Jughead asked, starting to get annoyed with her ribbing.

“No, I guess not,” JB said.  “But you’ve certainly never dated anyone who looks pretty and sweet either.  Maybe that’s why you never fell in love till now, this is the type you never knew you liked?”

“It’s not a type, it’s just her,” Jughead said softly, sliding closer to Betty.  

“This shit is going to take some getting used to,” JB said laughing.

“So, where’s your guy?” Jughead asked, standing up to refill his coffee.

“He decided he didn’t want to intrude, so he went with his buddies golfing for the day.”

“Intrude? Why would he be intruding?” Jughead asked.  JB sighed and he turned to look at her.

“Honestly?  He didn’t want to be here because he wants to kick the shit out of you.”

“Why?” Betty asked, a little alarmed.

“I’ve cried a lot over the years because of my brother,” JB said sadly.  Betty swollowed and nodded, looking over at Jughead.  He was leaning against the kitchen counter, looking into his cup.

“Have you been with him a while?” Betty asked.

“Since I was 17 and Jughead ordered me not to go out with him,” the young woman said with a smirk.

“He’s a good guy, sis,” Jughead said softly.

“I know he is, he was back then too.”  The phone rang then and JB got up to answer it and from her happy face, Betty could guess it was said boyfriend.  She went to the back to talk in private and Betty got up and walked over to Jughead.  She took his coffee cup and put it on the counter, taking his face in her hands.

“Are you ok?” she asked softly.  He smiled at her and pulled her closer, resting his forehead on hers.

“Yeah,” he breathed.  “It’s a little awkward but I guess that will pass eventually.  She seems like she wants to rip me a new one.  I think she’s holding back because of you,” he added with a chuckle.  Betty gave him a soft kiss.  His arms went around her and he briefly deepened the kiss before pulling away with a groan.  “Don’t kiss me at my sisters, it could make for an embarrassing situation,” he said gruffly.

“Sorry,” she whispered, not really sorry at all.  He could tell and laughed, kissing her again.

“Am I interrupting something?  Came the laughing question.  Betty quickly pulled away, her face flushing.  Jughead laughed and pulled her close again and she buried her face in his neck.  Jughead caught his sister’s eye and she smiled at him.  Her approval evident in her face.  Betty pulled away and asked to use the washroom and when she left the room, Jughead turned to his sister.

“You want to yell at me, don’t you?” he asked, sounding resigned.

“Well, yes, but I won’t.  Not sure it would do much good at this point,” JB said with a sigh, sitting on the bar stool by the kitchen island.  “She seems really great Jay and it’s very clear that she loves you very much.”  He smiled at that and nodded.  “And it’s completely weirding me out that you’re completely head over heels for her.  Like this is no joke, you’re completely in love with her, aren’t you?”  

“Yes,” he said simply.  Betty came back at that point and Jughead wandered over to the couch and grabbed the TV remote.  She stayed in the kitchen with Jellybean cause she wanted to bake a cake with her.  Betty figured that was JB’s way of trying to get some time alone with her.  Jughead seemed to realize and lost himself in a game he found on TV.  She laughed when only 10 minutes later, he was sleeping.

“Such a guy,” Jellybean said, rolling her eyes.  She turned to look at Betty who was mixing some eggs into the cake batter.  “And I seriously love your books!  I still can’t believe he crashed in your ditch.  What are the chances?  And the fact that you took care of him, especially looking like he does.  In highschool my friends were shit scared of him.  Of course he did his best to look mean and angry all the time, but they all admired his looks from far away and ran the other direction when he frowned at them,” she said laughing.

“I thought he was hot,” Betty admitted, and then blushed.  “Of course he was unconscious for two days, so by the time he woke up, I was well used to him and most of his frowning and scowling was from pain so I didn’t really pay attention,” she said with a laugh.  “He’s a bit scary when he’s angry.”  She told her about the two incidents with her ex’s and Jellybean looked furious when she was done. 

“God, I’m surprised he didn’t kill them.  He never told you what the fish guy said?”

“No, but I assume it was pretty bad.”

“But your ex husband?  Jughead’s never killed someone but he’s fiercely protective and finding some guy on top of the woman he loves…..i can’t imagine.”

“He didn’t realize he loved me yet at that point.  His brain hadn’t caught up with his heart,” Betty said with a small laugh.

“When did he figure it out?” JB wanted to know.  Betty was quiet a while.

“When he left.”  Jellybean put down the spoon she was cleaning and turned to look at Betty.

“He left?” she asked, her voice deceptively mild.  Betty saw a flash of anger in her eyes that vanished just as quickly as it came and she just nodded.

“He came back before the next morning and the reunion was quiet fantastic,” Betty said happily.  “He hasn’t left my side since.”

“He shouldn’t have left at all,” JB said quietly.  Betty took her hand and the raven hair beauty turned to her, her eyes filled with sadness.

“He struggles a lot.  I’ve been helping him let go of all these things that haunt him,” she tried to explain.  JB just nodded and let out a wobbly smile.  Betty asked her about her boyfriend and Jellybean was more than happy to talk about him.  She was clearly in love and Betty enjoyed and laughed at her stories of them.  

“You know, Betty, as angry as I am with Jughead for leaving and not calling me for who knows how long, I’m so happy he found you.  He really does look so happy and its been many many years since I’ve seen my brother happy.  I thank you for that.  Thank you for seeing past all the ugly shit and seeing his heart.  I was scared all the years had completely turned it to stone.  You seem to have revived him.”  She leaned over and gave her a long hug, which Betty happily returned.  “Also, can you sign my books?”  Betty laughed and nodded.

“Of course!”

“Seriously, my brother is dating a famous author!”

“I’m not famous,” Betty said laughing.

“Maybe not yet, but you will be,” Jellybean said with a happy smile.

Later that afternoon, they were all settled around the living room, sipping on beers when the distinct sound of motorcycles cut through the chatter.  Jughead froze and Betty saw the alarmed look on Jellybean’s face.  She jumped up to go to the window and Jughead caught her arm and held her back.  He went to the window and peeked outside and saw 5 bikes roll up in front of the house.  He recognized the men immediately.  Members of his former gang.  Jughead looked at Jellybean and clenched his jaw.  She shook her head, not understanding what was happening.  

“Who is it?” she gasped.

“Sam and some of the guys.”

“What the fuck? How the hell did they know you were here and how do they know where I live?” she exclaimed.  Jughead looked again and saw Sam and the guy everyone had taken to calling Mouse, walk up to the door.  The rest stayed on the street, looking like they were on full patrol.  When the doorbell rang, Jellybean jumped and Betty looked at Jughead and he seemed furious and a little wary.  He didn’t look like he knew what to do.  Betty sat next to Jellybean and took her hand.  She was scared but tried to reassure the young women.  She suddenly wished they were back on the farm.

The doorbell rang again and Jughead went to open it.  He didn’t say anything and the three men just sized each other up for a minute.  

“We have a message,” Sam said, sounding a little unsure of himself.  Jughead stepped back and let him in.  Betty felt JB clench her hand and she tried to smile at her but she was terrified.  If she thought Jughead looked scary in his gang get up, these men looked like satan.  They paid no attention to the women and only stared at Jughead.

“What do you want, Sam,” Jughead asked harshly.  Sam got right to the point.

“Cutter knows you’re in town,” he said.  Jughead clenched his fists and took a step forward.

“How the fuck does he know that?” he snapped.

“Who’s Cutter?” Betty asked, her voice trembling, not sure she really wanted to know.

“The man who wants to kill my brother,” Jellybean said quietly.  Betty gasped and looked at Jughead in fear.

“How does he know I’m here?” Jughead asked again.

“He’s got eyes on your sister.”  Jellybean gasped and quickly stood.

“What?” she exclaimed.  “How does he know where I live?”

“People ain’t hard to find these days, JB,” he said with a shrug.

“Why was he watching her,” Jughead asked angrily.

“Well, he figured if you ever came back here, she’s the first person you’d go see.”

“How long?”

“I don’t follow,” Sam asked.

“How long has he been watching her?”

“Since you left.  He was informed when you arrived and he sent us a message to get to you and he says you shouldn’t expect to leave town the way you did last time,” Sam said.  

“Jesus Christ,” Jellybean gasped.  “How the fuck is he watching me? I never see anyone out there.”

“He paid off a neighbour,” Sam said, squirming a little under her anger.  

“Are you his fucking lackey now?” Jughead said furiously.  

“No Jughead, but things changed when you left.  Jackson couldn’t keep the gang together and most just scattered.  A few of us are left but we just run the bike shop and that’s about it.  Cutter has taken over all the territory.  The first thing he did when you left is find out where your sister lives and paid a neighbour to keep an eye out for you.”
Jellybean looked shocked and then her fists clenched and her face burned with anger and she turned, directing it to Jughead.

“This is all your fault!” she snapped.  He stepped back a little and glared at her.

“How the fuck was I to know he was watching you.  You know I would have never come here if I’d even had a clue.”

“Everything Jughead, every fucking decision you ever made and everything you have ever done has brought us to this moment and it is all your fault!” she yelled.  “Because instead of facing the shit and mess that you made, you decided to run away and left a fucking mess for others to clean up.”

“I didn’t fucking run away, JB,” Jughead stormed.  “I gave up my position and I just left.”

“You know what, call it whatever the fuck you want Jughead, giving up your position, going to find yourself, trying to move on…..it doesn’t matter!  What it boils down to is that you ran when shit got out of your control.”

“I left because I didn’t want any of this shit anymore!  I never wanted any of it!”

“Oh my God, Jughead,” Jellybean said with a laugh.  “That is such a fucking load of horse shit!  Are you still trying to pull that crap?”

“What are you talking about?” Jughead said furiously.  Betty pressed back into the couch, watching the shit storm break between Jughead and his sister.  It was quite clear she had been holding her anger in for a long time.

“You love this shit Jughead, you have always loved it.  From the minute you could join the gang, you loved it.”

“That’s bullshit,” he argued.  Sam and Mouse stood back against the door and said nothing as the two faced each other in anger.

“You always say you never wanted to be part of it, but why then at 17, when you were about done with school and could have left that shithole we grew up in, did you join the gang?”

“I couldn’t leave, who the fuck would have taken care of you?”

“Jughead, you could have taken care of me without joining the damn gang.  Don’t you dare use me as an excuse.  The first opportunity you had, you went out and got the biggest fucking snake tattoo that you could find.  Yes, that clearly shows how upset you were at joining the guys.”

“I thought it was the best way to take care of you!” Jughead insisted.  Betty watched him closely and she could see the pain of a headache flickering in his eyes.  She knew the signs already and she was worried.  She started to say something but Jellybean beat her to speaking in her anger.

“And when I graduated and was old enough to take care of myself and moved? When dad died? What did you do Jughead?  If you hated it so fucking much, why did you take over?”

“I didn’t really have a choice!”

“You always had a fucking choice, Jughead!!!” she yelled.  “From the day you joined and got that god damned tattoo, to the day I left and dad died, you could have left too Jughead, and nobody in the fucking gang would have cared.  But you chose to stay and try to run everything.  I think it gave you some twisted sense of purpose, like your life would mean something if you controlled them. You liked the power it gave you.  I think it fueled how much you fucking hated your life and all the shit that had happened.  It helped you channel your anger and hate into something that you thought you could justify.  Don’t think I didn’t hear about the reputation you built.  People were terrified of you Jughead.  You were mean and angry and sure you never actually hurt anyone except in fights, which you probably instigated, but you made sure that people knew what you were capable of if you chose to do some of the things you threatened.”

“JB, I tried to make things better,” he insisted.

“Yes, you tried to turn a fucking motorcycle gang into a bunch of fairies with pixie dust.  You were so lost in your own little world, you didn’t even realize they were selling drugs and guns to street kids for God’s sake and when everything went to shit and you got your head out of your ass and someone was dead, you up and fucking ran!”

“I didn’t fucking run!!!!” Jughead yelled furiously.  

“You did run,” Jellybean said brokenly.  “You ran from me, from your past, from your demons, from your feelings, from all the shit that got you all twisted inside.  You ran from all the mess that was falling down around you when you finally realized you couldn’t make some fairytale gang out of a bunch of morons and you just gave up and left.  You are always running Jughead, Jesus Christ, you even ran from Betty when you had to confront an actual feeling inside your god damned wall. Now this shit has come full circle and there is no getting away from it this time.”  

Jellybean was sobbing and Jughead looked defeated.  He looked stricken and Betty felt the tears fall from her eyes.  She got up and quickly walked over to him, taking his hand.

“Juggie?” she whispered, touching his face.  He lifted his eyes and she was startled by the coldness she saw in them.  He turned and looked at Sam and Mouse.

“Tell Cutter he can expect to see me tonight.  Leave the rest of the guys out front and if anyone from Cutter’s gang shows up, fucking shoot them.”  They nodded, immediately following his orders once again and left the house.  Betty gasped and stepped back.

“Are you out of your fucking mind, Jughead?” Jellybean asked, staring at him in shock.  “Cutter wants to kill you.”

“If he wanted me dead, I’d have been dead as soon as he heard I was here.  You’ve been screaming at me that I’ve been running.  Well, now I’m done.  You want me to face the mess I made JB, well, now I’m going to face it!”  Jellybean walked over and touched his face.

“I’m angry Jughead, I’m angry at all the shit you have pulled over the years.  I’m the most angry that you turned your back on me, even though in your twisted mind you thought it was protecting me, but it fucking hurt like hell and despite all the anger I feel, I don’t want you to die.  You can’t just go get yourself killed,” she cried.  

“What else should I do, run away? I can’t now.  Don’t think for a second there isn’t someone parked close by to see where I’d go.  I’m not going to lead a fucking gang back to Betty’s farm,” Jughead said shaking his head.  “No, it’s time to finish this.  I’m done with it, I’ve been done with it for over a year and I’m going to make sure Cutter knows it.”

“Betty can stay with me,” JB said quietly.

“No, she goes with me.  She’ll be safer at the hotel with security.  Call your boyfriend and leave here for a couple days.  If this goes south, fucking move.” Jughead called a cab and Jellybean called her boyfriend.  When she was done she sighed.

“You better be gone when he gets here, Jay, he’s fucking furious.”

“I will fix this and I’ll make it up to both of you.  I promise,” Jughead said with a hard voice.

“Don’t make promises you don’t know if you can keep,” she said brokenly.

The cab arrived and Jughead and Betty rode back to the hotel in silence.  She held tightly to Jughead’s hand and her heart was pounding in fear.  She felt like she couldn’t breathe and she didn’t bother wiping the tears that fell on her cheeks.  Jughead was tense and the anger never left his face.  The Jughead she had coaxed out on the farm was gone and this was the man he hadn’t wanted her to see.  She wasn’t afraid of him, but she was afraid of what he was capable of doing.  She had thought she had seen him when he had dealt with Paul, but this was something new altogether.  Then he had acted out of fear and love for her, now he was being controlled by all the anger and hate that had simmered inside for years and it was frightening.

When they got inside the room she didn’t say anything and he disappeared into the bathroom for a while.  She didn’t know what to do, how to help him.  He came out eventually and looked almost angrier.

“Juggie,” she whispered fearfully, clenching her fists in uncertainty.  He looked at her and she saw the fight in his eyes.  She walked over to him and touched his face.  He swallowed and stood still.  “I’m afraid.” Her voice caught and he took her face.  His eyes glittered and she couldn’t tell what he was thinking, saw only anger and pain and she did the only thing she knew to do.  She pulled his face to hers and kissed him.  He responded immediately and hauled her up against him, his mouth devouring hers.  

He lifted her up, her legs going around his hips and he moved and she felt the wall at her back.  His tongue swept into her mouth and his hands started tugging at her clothes and she pulled his shirt over his head as he broke the kiss for a moment.  His hands were hungry, rough, frantic as they swept over her, pulling her bra down and squeezing her breast.  She felt his hands tugging at her pants as she fumbled with his and pulled him free.  He lowered her long enough to push her pants down and then hauled her up against the wall again and when she felt him probe at her, she suddenly pulled back, pressing away from him.

“No, Juggie, stop.”  He stopped immediately and moved his hips back, his breathing harsh and heavy as he looked at her, his face questioning through his glaze of lust and desire.  He moved, almost unable to help himself toward her again and she shook her head.  “Stop.”  Jughead squeezed her waist almost painfully but he stopped and stepped back.  She settled on the floor and slowly backed him over to the bed.  She pushed him back on the mattress and got out of the rest of her clothes and he watched her, eyes dark with need.  She pulled his pants and boxers off and climbed on top of him.

Betty brushed over him and he groaned.  She was wet and aching for him but she teased and tormented until he was squeezing her hips so hard she knew she’d have bruises.  She reached down and held him to her, sinking down only slightly, so his tip was just inside her.  She felt his hips lift and she lifted away slightly and he stopped.  His face was wild and she saw the anger fade slightly, replaced by a desire so intense, she felt it in her soul.  

“You’re mine Juggie, and only mine,” she said hoarsely.  “Tell me you belong to me.  I need to hear you say it.”

“Betty,” he gasped as she rotated her hips, letting him slide in a little further.  Her eyes filled with tears and he reached up and traced them with his fingers.

“They can’t have you Jughead, you belong me to,” she said frantically.

“I belong to you Betty,” he said, his voice breaking, his hands reaching for her.  “I belong to you.  I’m yours.  I don’t fucking know why you love me but I swear to you, I am completely yours.”  She sobbed and slid down on him and he rolled them over and took her mouth in a desperate kiss as he moved in her, again and again until they were mindless of anything but each other.  He reached down and stroked her and her legs came around his waist, her body rushing toward release.  When he felt her begin to tighten, he suddenly pulled out and moved down and caught her orgasm with his mouth.  She cried out his name as he latched on to her, his fingers giving her the thrust she needed.  When she calmed slightly he came back up and thrust back inside, taking her hands and holding them over her head.

“Again,” he gasped, taking her mouth in a wet, erotic kiss.  His thrust were fast and hard and he reached down and stroked her again and Betty quickly raced to the edge again and when she released a second time, he followed her with a groan and a shudder and she wrapped all around him, holding him tight.  

“I love you,” she cried against his ear and she felt him tremble beneath her hands.

“I love you,” he whispered back, he breathing choppy and quick.  They lay for a long while, holding each other close and then Jughead got up and went to take a shower.  

She knew he was still going to go and she curled up in the blankets and tried desperately to not think of what could happen.  When he came out, she watched him get dressed and watched as Jughead, the gang leader slowly emerged.  By the time he had donned the leather jacket, he looked every inch the man everyone had once feared.  He terrified her.  His eyes had gone angry again and the coldness in his face made her shiver.  She bit her tongue to keep from speaking when he slipped his gun in the back of his jeans.  

When he was ready, she got up and wrapped the sheets around herself and walked over to him.  She touched his face and her eyes welled with tears.

“Promise you’ll come back to me,” she whispered brokenly.

“I promise I’ll come back to you,” he said quietly.  They both knew he was lying.  He was making a promise he didn’t know he could keep.  He pressed a soft kiss to her mouth and was gone.  Betty lay down on the bed and began to cry.

Jughead opened the door to the clubhouse bar and looked around.  It was late and he knew most of the guys would have gone to sleep by now on an ordinary day, but he knew today they were watching and waiting.  He also knew Cutter would still be awake in the back room.  He walked into the back and pulled his gun when he saw the man leaning over a table filled with papers.  He walked up behind him and placed the nuzzle against the back of his head, cocking it, the sound echoing around the room.  Cutter froze and straightened and he slowly turned, the gun barrel right in his face.

“Now I know you didn’t just walk into my clubhouse and fucking pull a gun on me, Jughead Jones.  I know you’re not that fucking stupid.”  

Jughead heard a whistling sound and turned his head in time to see the butt of a gun slam into the side of his head and everything went black.

The Man You Love

One shot: reader is Regina’s daughter, and is in love with Killian, but Regina makes Killian break up with her threatening if he doesn’t she’ll send him away and take all his memories, because she thinks her daughter should have better than him. He does, and reader locks Herself in her bedroom for days and is really sad. Regina realizes that she’d done something terrible and tries to fix it. angsty at first, happy at the end (this is out of character for both, but it’s just an idea i’ve had)

Hope you guys enjoy, and to the anon, I liked that it was out of character! 

~Hannah Banana :)

“Hey you,” you smile at the leather clad pirate before you, walking into Granny’s. He wraps his arm around you and plants a wet, sloppy kiss on your cheek. “Killian my mom’s here,” you try to protest, but his arm stays glued to your waist. Across the diner, your mother, Regina Mills, glares at the two of you. “(Y/n) darling, we’ve been together for months now, if your mother can’t accept our love, then she’ll just have to deal with it, because I’m not about to stop loving you,” he says seriously. This makes you blush. “Good, because I couldn’t imagine not loving you,” you say as you reach up on your tip toes, pressing your lips to his. The two of you grab your carry out and Killian walks you back to the library, where you worked with Belle. “See you later love,” he kisses you once more, making you swoon. “See you later Killy,” you smile at him as he walks away.

Killian rounds the corner into the alley, a short cut back to the Jolly Roger, when his body is slammed back against a brick wall. “What the?” He looks around for the source and finds Regina standing in front of him, pinning him to the wall with her magic. “Regina? What are you doing?” he asks incredulously. She rolls her eyes and says, “You are not right for my daughter, and you will never be. I tried to be okay with this, but let’s face it that’s impossible. (Y/n) deserves better than you. So here’s what’s going to happen, you’re going to break her heart. Do whatever it takes, tell her you don’t love her, I don’t care as long as you do it.” “Mother of the year you are,” Killian scoffs. “Besides, that’ll never happen,” he adds. Regina’s eyes narrow and she says, “Oh really, I think it will captain because if you don’t do this, I will wipe your memory of (y/n) completely, and send you back to the enchanted forest. And I know you don’t want that.” His face tightens and he says, “Why are you doing this? Do you really want to end up like your mother?” That makes her pissed and she lashes out, slapping him. “You know nothing of parenthood. I’m doing what’s best for my daughter. Now do it, or prepare to journey back on your wretched ship. You have one hour,” she waves her hand and disappears.

Killian gulps and swings open the library door, looking for your familiar form. He finds you in the stacks all the way in the back, reaching for the highest shelf. “(Y/n),” he says softly, causing you to jump. “Oh, Killian, what’s up?” you ask. He twiddles his thumbs, looking nervous. You notice. “Are you okay?” you add, reaching out for his hand. He yanks it back, surprising you. “Killian?” you egg him on for an answer to his reaction. He coughs and says, “Listen we need to talk. Outside.” “Okay,” you nod nervously, following him out the door. Outside he swallows his guilt, turns to you and begins, “Listen love, I’m sorry but I can’t go on like this any longer. It’s not fair to you. I don’t love you anymore (y/n). We’re finished.” The words feel like 1,000 tons of bricks raining down on you. “What?” you ask in disbelief. “Please don’t make me say it again. It’s finished,” he states. Tears immediately flow to your eyes, and threaten to spill over onto your cheeks. Your world had come crashing down. The man you loved, the center of your universe, didn’t return your love. With his true feelings revealed, you didn’t want him to see you so vulnerable, he didn’t deserve that privilege. You sniffle and say, “You just made the biggest mistake of your life.” You pause for a moment, turn around and march away. He watches you go, sorrow filling his icy blue eyes. Soon enough, he falls to the ground in heartbreak. “I know I did,” he says to himself in response to your last statement. The last person he wants to see comes around the corner. “Ahh I can tell by the streaked guyliner the deed is done?” Regina sneers at him. He glares up at her, and a realization dawns on him, “You will regret this. Despite your evil leanings, (y/n) is your daughter, she is your kin and you will regret hurting her so much.” “Hurting her? Please this is the best thing for her!” Regina laughs and strolls away.

Your mother enters the house and calls out for you, “(Y/n)? (Y/n)? Are you home?” You hear her from your bedroom, but don’t respond. Soon enough her footsteps are heard coming up the stairs and you roll over and groan. She knocks on the door and tries to open it. “(Y/n), sweetie, let me in,” she calls through it. You choke out through the tears, “Leave me alone mom.” “Honey what happened?” she fakes through the door. “Killian broke up with me,” you whisper loud enough for her to here. “Oh (y/n) I’m so sorry, but honey you’re much better off without him, I promise,” she replies. You scoff at her response and cry out, “No I’m not! Killian was the love of my life, and I will always love him, even if he doesn’t return my feelings. Just leave me alone.” You hear her sigh through the door, and eventually her footsteps fade away.

2 days later you were still locked in your hair. As much as you willed the sleep to come, it wouldn’t. So you ended up staring at the ceiling for hours, his words haunting you. Despite your heart being filled to the brim with despair, the back of your head couldn’t shake the feeling that something was wrong with this whole thing. “(Y/n), you need to come eat,” your mother calls through the door. “No,” you state back simply. “(Y/n) really this is getting ridiculous. That pirate was never worth this much of your time. You can find someone so much better,” she pleads. “No I can’t!” you lash out. “Just go away, leave me alone in my misery!” you shout. On the other side of the door, your mother’s face falls. Despite her thinking that she had your best interests at heart, her mind began to turn back on itself. “Do you really love him?” she whispers through the door. “Of course I do,” you sob back. Regina shakes her head, and paces in the hallway. “I know what I have to do,” she says reluctantly, disappearing into a cloud of purple smoke.

She searches for him everywhere, but he is nowhere to be found. “Where is that bloody pirate?” Regina growls as she walks down main street. The only place she didn’t check was the docks, so she headed there next. She found him sitting on the edge of the dock, drowning his sorrows in rum. “Er- Hook?” she calls out cautiously. He turns around, his red, puffy eyes staring at her. “What do you want?” he says spitefully. She rolls her eyes and admits, “I was wrong. Despite everything she still wants you. I won’t ever understand, but I won’t be like my mother, I won’t take away my daughter’s own happiness.” He immediately hops up and says, “Where is she?” “In her room, go,” Regina urges him. He turns to run and she stops him. “Wait,” he turns around at the sound of her voice. “Look, for what it’s worth I’m sorry,” she says softly. He nods, turns back around and runs toward where you were.

When you hear a knock on your door you roll over and shout once more, “Mom go away! Just let me be miserable!” Instead of responding, the person outside tries to turn the doorknob and finds it locked. They knock again. You roll out of bed, still in your yellow sundress from two days ago and say angrily, “Jesus Christ what the hell is your”- your voice drops off when you see the person standing in front of you. Your hand automatically goes to your mouth as you gasp. “Killian?” you whisper, reaching out for him as if he’s a dream, or something your mind imagined. Instead of replying he lunges out, grabbing your face with his one good hand, and smashing his lips against yours. He held your chin up and you felt the tears from both of your eyes intermingle in the kiss. It was heartfelt and one of the most tender kisses the two of you would ever share. After minutes of kissing and exploring each other’s mouth, he pulls away breathless, resting his forehead against your own. “Killian, what changed your mind?” you ask quietly. He responds with, “It wasn’t me. I always loved you and I always will. It was your mother, she said if I didn’t do it that she would send me away. And as much as not being with you would hurt, I couldn’t bear to not be able to see you.” With each word about your mother, your fists tightened. “She needs to pay for what she did,” you find yourself saying. Killian chuckles and says, “Well well well don’t we have a dark side.” You blush at his joke. “Besides, she said she’s sorry and I’m inclined to believe she meant it,” he adds. You look at him in shock and say, “I never thought the once vengeful pirate would deny someone their revenge.” “(Y/n) she’s your mother, and she is sorry,” he shoots back. Suddenly a voice appears from the hallway and repeats, “I am, (y/n), I’m so sorry.” Regina stood there, tears coming down her face. “I never- I never thought I would find myself being like my mother and using her tactics, but all of the sudden I did and I’m so sorry. I hope you can forgive me, I promise I won’t ever act that way again,” she chokes out. You take a deep breath and say, “Mother, I forgive you. Just know that Killian is the best thing for me, the best thing that’s ever happened to me, really. We’re very happy together.” Your mother nods and pulls you into a long overdue hug, Killian still clutching your hand. When you pull away, you turn and rest your head on Killian’s leather clad chest, a soft whimper escaping your lips. He cradles the back of your head and says, “Shhh, it’s okay love. I’m here now. Nothing will pull us apart again.” You nod fervently, but still sob into his chest. Killian holds you, rubbing soft circles on your back. After about 2 minutes of this, Regina lightly coughs and says, “I’m going to go Granny’s. Why don’t you meet me there, in a ½ hour. Don’t be too long.” Killian nods in response as you can’t, because your head is buried in his chest. When she leaves Killian gently lifts your chin up and presses his forehead against your own. “Okay now (y/n)?” he asks you softly. “I’m okay,” you choke out. After a few deep breaths you turn to him and say, “Killian I don’t know what I’d do without you.” “You don’t have to worry about that love, I’m not going anywhere,” he replies. You feel an overwhelming love for this man, and for the first time, you want to tell him. “Killian,” you gulp and continue, “I love you, Killian.” He stares at you and an evident smile begins to grow on his face. “I love you too (y/n),” he grins. You wrap your arms around his neck and pull him onto the bed with you, smiling at the man you love.

Request: Lucky To Call You Mine

Request: Would you be open to writing a fic that’s like Complimenting Sam, except it’s Dean complimenting the reader?

Word Count: 715

Thank you! I hope you enjoy it!:D

Simple was never a term you would use to describe your life. That’s the way it was, moving from place to place, killing things, saving people. It was lonely until you met up with the Winchester brothers, with whom you joined forces and quickly became known as the must fierce and deadly hunting trio in the country. I mean, you screwed up sometimes and y’know, accidentally started the apocalypse, but it usually turned out okay.

Quite quickly, your relationship with the elder brother, Dean, flourished. There was always, right from the start, a spark between you and it only grew bigger until you were seemingly linked by a flame tat wasn’t letting go.

The relationship was far from perfect, but it didn’t matter. The good moments far outweighed the bad, and you loved each other. It worked.

One afternoon, you find yourself lazily sprawled over a couch. You’re reading a book and he’s lying down with his head in your lap.

Suddenly, he randomly says, “You’re so beautiful.”

You close the book, dropping it onto a table, “Thank you.” You smile, and he grins back at you.

“Really, though, you’re drop-dead gorgeous.” He reaches up, touching your hair. “To be superficial for a moment, you’re so pretty. Like, did you make a Deal for that face?”

You laugh, a smudge of pink spreading over your cheeks. It’s not really like him to be overly romantic, but when he is, it’s nice. You shake your head, “It’s all mine.”

“Damn, ‘cause I haven’t ever seen something so perfect. And to be totally honest with you?” He pulls you down closer to him. “You’re really hot. I could fry an egg on your butt.”

You laugh, “Are you drunk?”

“Totally sober. You’ve been with me all day.” He says, and you smile. “Now, shh, let me continue. See, your body and face is amazing, sure, but there’s stuff I love more.”

He smiles, looking into your eyes. “You’re so loving. Like, you always take to opportunity to make someone feel loved. And you’re so good at reading people, when someone’s down you’ll know, and you’ll do everything you can to make them feel better. You actually care about people, no matter who they are.

“You’re always so selfless. I mean, like, give-me-the-last-bit-of-pie selfless. And brave, so brave. You don’t give a damn, you’ll go in there and slaughter anything in your way.”

You laugh, smiling down at him.

“As a general rule, I’m really wary of new people,” He continues, “But when I met you? We just…clicked. That’s never happened before.”

You nod in agreement, running a hand through his hair lovingly.

“You remind me of a rainbow. You are bright, somewhat mysterious, and just so perfect in so many ways. And you don’t even know it.” He tells you and you smile widely.

“You’re wonderful. Even on a bad day.” He tells you seriously, “There’s not many perfect things in this screwed up world of ours, but you’re one of them.”

A happy tear falls down your cheek, and his eyes widen, “Are you okay?”

You laugh, “Happy crying, Dean. I’m fine.”

He sighs with relief, “Good, ‘cause I’m not done. You’re the best thing that ever happened to me, you know that? Without you, I’m a puddle on the floor. You’re my everything. I love you with all of my heart and all of my soul and everything between and beyond. But you mean so much to other people too. I know Sam loves you, platonically of course.

“We work a lot of fake jobs. But every time I see you comfort a grieving parent or orphaned child, they always fall in love with you too. I’m just so lucky that I can call you mine.”

He finishes, smiling like a loon. You laugh, leaning down and kissing him gently.

“You know, you’re pretty amazing too.” You smile, wiping your eyes.

“I love you so much, Y/N. I always will.”

“I love you too.” You answer as he reaches up and caresses your cheek.

“Every single word of that was true. A hundred million percent. Remember it, okay? I don’t ever want you thinking you’re not totally amazing because you are.” He says, his finger brushing over your lips and pulling you closer to him.

Prompt: Imagine dating Dean and one day he slaps your butt, so Cas asks about it because he’s so confused. 

Requested by x-supernaturall-x-deactivated20 (This was actually requested as a one shot a long time ago, but I don’t see them opening anytime soon so I decided to make it a drabble xx)

“Morning baby” Those were the words you had woken up to hundreds of times and you hoped to wake up to the hundreds more. A smile formed on your lips as you felt Dean’s arms tighten around you, having spooned all night. “Morning” you said a light breath passing your lips. Dean hummed lightly like he did every morning when he had to stretch out his muscles. “You hungry?” you asked, slowly opening your eyes. “Why, what were you thinking?” he asked as he kissed your neck softly. “You get ready for today’s hunt and I’ll cook you breakfast” you said turning from your spooning position to face him. Seeing the smile on his face yours grew even more. “I’d be a fool to pass up that offer” he grinned. “Yes you would” you laughed. Dean leaned forward to peck your lips, not once, nor twice, but three times. Three cute little pecks on your cheek, but the fourth time his lips met yours they lingered for a little longer. You felt his hand cup your cheek gently as he kissed you sweetly. After a moment you both moved away, you biting your lip as you looked into those emerald green eyes of his. “I love you” you smiled happily. “I know” he smirked. You rolled your eyes playfully as you pushed yourself up and out of the bed. “C’mon get ready or I’ll give your breakfast to Sam” you nodded. “Yes ma’am” Dean teased as he saluted you. You made your way out of the bedroom laughing to yourself before you reached the kitchen. You grabbed what you knew Dean loved for breakfast, you liked making breakfast cause there wasn’t really any prep involved. You grabbed a pan and began to make him a fried egg. Hearing footsteps you looked behind you to see Castiel entering the kitchen. “Hey Cas” you smiled. “Oh hello Y/N” he nodded. You were still in your pajamas but you didn’t mind any of the guys seeing you in them. Castiel took a seat at the table reading the paper as you turned back to the eggs. You were in your own little world inside of your mind. That was until you felt a sudden sensation on your butt. You jumped lightly and looked to see Dean at your side, smirking deviously. He liked to slap your butt from time to time whether it was during times he knew it would be inappropriate or just for fun. “Smells delicious” he said pointing towards the eggs. Before you could response you heard a clearing of the throat making you look back at Cas. “Yeah Cas?” you asked raising an eyebrow. “Um Y/N, why did Dean just slap your bottom?” he asked eyebrow furrowed. You pursed your lip as you pondered what to say. “Well Cas when you really like someone that’s what you do” you said trying to just keep it as clean as possible. He nodded lightly as he thought about what you said. “Okay, well I’m gonna grab my coat before we have to go on the hunt” he said as he got up from the table and walked out of the kitchen. After less than two minutes the breakfast was ready and you were placing Dean’s plate on the table in front of him. You looked upward hearing footsteps again. “Morning Sam” you smiled. “Hey” he nodded furrowing his eyebrows. “Either of you wanna tell me why Cas just slapped me on the butt?” he asked confused. Both you and Dean shared and look at couldn’t help but laugh.

Like I’m Gonna Lose You

Characters: Dean x Reader

Words: 1132

Summary: Something small happens on the hunt, and the reader panics, later scaring Dean just as much.

Part 18 in Reincarnation Series. Part 1 here, Part 17 here.

Link to Like I’m Gonna Lose You by Meghan Trainor here.

I love this song, and it hit me the other day that I could use it for this series! So I would suggest listening to it while or before reading it, but you don’t have to. Sorry it took so long to get this part out, But it’s finally here! So enjoy!

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