it was when this old lady did not know how to gif

Tig Trager x Reader
(GIF isn’t mine)
SMUT / Violence

You could see it in his eyes, it had been a tough day. The tension in his shoulders was visible from the kitchen as you watched him hang his kutte on his coat rack and lean down to untie his boots.

“You okay?” you asked, stepping around the kitchen island and closing the distance between you as he stood from kicking his boots off. You reached out to touch his arm, but he shrugged you off, “M’fine,” he grumbled, moving past you and into the kitchen, “Dinner done?” he asked, gesturing to the lasagna that was sitting on the stove, cooling. You took a deep breath, it wasn’t your fault he was being short, he was just stressed.
“Its cooling, but its finished. Sit down, I’ll fix your plate,” you forced a smile, gesturing to his kitchen table.

He rolled his eyes and shook his head, “Alright,” he sighed, plopping down at the table as you approached the stove to dish out his meal.
You sat his plate down in front of him along with a freshly opened beer and squeezed his shoulder before you returned to plate your own food.

On days like this, being with Alexander Trager was a tough job. It became even tougher when taking into account the fact that you weren’t his wife, old lady, or even his girlfriend. You were just his favorite croweater, the one he allowed to spend the night and didn’t kick out in the mornings. You had made it clear recently that you wanted more, and he had seemed open to it, you just had to keep your cool and take his bad moods in stride. You needed to prove your worth to him.

You sat down with your plate and a glass of water; across the table Tig had his head down, shoveling the food you prepared in his mouth. You chuckled, causing him to look up, “I guess it’s good then?” you smiled.
“Too much sauce.” He shook his head, looking back down and continuing to eat.
“I made it just like I usually do,” you spoke softly, looking down at your own plate which tasted fine.

“Obviously not.” Tig grunted, tossing back his beer and letting out a belch. He stood from his seat and pushed his plate away from him as if he was disgusted. You watched, trying to keep your cool, as he pulled another beer from the fridge and walked into the den to plop down on the sofa.

Just like that your appetite was gone. You pushed your plate away and stood up, taking a deep breath and walking lightly over to him. You sat down on the coffee table in front of him, placing your hands on his knees and while his head that was once leaned back against the seatback tilted down to look at you, you whispered to him.
“Talk to me?” you pleaded, meeting his eyes.

“Nah…” he sighed, looking away and taking a swig of his beer.

“Tig I just–”

“–You just what? You’re not my old lady. I don’t owe you anything.” His words stung like the tears that you were trying to hold back as they welled up in your eyes.
“K….” you huffed sadly, standing up and walking back to the dining room to gather the plates none-too-quietly to put them in the sink.

“Right. That’s how you get to be an Old Lady by throwing a fit like a fuckin’ baby when your feelings get hurt.” Tig bit out over his shoulder in your direction.

You threw your water glass in the sink, causing it to shatter as your top finally blew. You were livid. “I don’t deserve this Tig!” you cried out, breathing heavily, your anger bubbling over at how easily he insulted you over and over again.

“You’re right,” he said, standing up from the couch and turning around to face you, “So why are you here?” he asked.

You let out a humorless laugh, “You’ve got to be kidding me. You know what? I’m done with your abuse.”
You stomped towards the door, struggling through your anger to put your own boots on as Tig continued to make things worse.

“I hope you’re not bluffing, thinking I’m gonna beg you not to go.”

“No. Tig. I wasn’t expecting that from an asshole like you!” You didn’t care about pissing him off anymore, in fact, you wanted to piss him off like he pissed you off.

“I’d rather be alone anyway!” his voice was getting louder.

“Well you’re getting your wish,” you answered matching his volume, “I’m gone.”

“Am I supposed to be sad?” he was bitterly mocking you now, getting louder.

“No,” you spat, “And neither am I because unlike YOU, I won’t be alone tonight.”

“So?!” Tig growled.

“So! Your. Dick. Ain’t. Shit!!!” You yelled finally before turning and fumbling for your keys in your purse, your anger boiling over making your hands tremble and your breathing unsteady.

You could feel the uneasiness in the air as Tig processed the last words you spoke.

“…… What did you say?” His voice was shaking lividly as he questioned you through gritted teeth. He was still standing at the sofa, his fists were clenched, and his jaw was set.

“You heard me,” you growled as you continued to look for your keys.

With that, Tig was striding over to you, his eyes were intense and furious. You were actually afraid for your safety but you held your ground, swallowing your fear and looking him in the eye as he stepped toe-to-toe with you.

“You wanna say it again,” he was daring you.

“Your dick,” you paused, studying his face, “is weak.” Your top lip curled into a scowl before turning into a menacing smile. Of course you were lying, but insulting Tig’s manhood was the only card you had to play, so play it you did.

Tig looked down, tilting his head to the side and cracking his neck. His mouth was moving, but no sound was coming out as he shook his head and flexed his hands, talking to himself.

You had just begun to turn around to leave Tig standing there in his own company when he grabbed your arm, spinning you back around to face him, and pushed you backwards. You couldn’t help the squeak that left your throat as your back hit the door and you threw your free hand up in front of you defensively.

It was Tig’s turn to laugh humorlessly, “It’s not smart to piss someone off who can beat your ass.”
You squirmed against his grip, “Tig, let me go.”  His grip was bruising your arm as you tried to pull away.

“Unh Uhh,” he growled, pushing you with even more force against the heavy wooden front door, securing one hand around your throat as he did, and leaning into you, “Remember who you’re talking to, who I am. And next time you decide to get your feelings hurt, remember who you are,” he whispered aggressively in your ear as your chest heaved, both with residual anger from your altercation only moments ago, and now in fear of what Tig was capable of when he was truly angry.

He let go of his grip on your arm, but his other hand remained clasped around your throat as he pulled his face away from your ear to stare into your eyes with his piercing blue ones, his alcohol-ridden breath ghosting across your face while he watched you.

There was a beat of silence where you thought he might let you go and tell you to get out, but then out of nowhere he pressed his lips against yours. Shocked, you tried to pull back but his grip around your neck tightened as he held you in place and stepped in closer, pressing his body against you. He reached up with his free hand, roughly grasping your breast and squeezing it through your shirt as he ground his hips into you. You could feel him becoming hard through his jeans as he rubbed against you. Soon your fear gave way to excitement, his touch eliciting an involuntary moan to escape your mouth.
“You like that? Huh?” he whispered against your lips, and you nodded while his fingers uncurled from around your neck and shot down to your jeans to unbutton them.

“You dirty little girl….” he growled, kissing you again but harder this time, biting your bottom lip as he did.

He shoved his hand inside your panties, moving his lips from your mouth down to your neck and biting down on your pulse.

“God, Tig…” you panted, looking up at the ceiling as his assault on your neck continued and he circled your clit with his middle finger. As quickly as he began, he removed his hand from between your legs, tangling his fingers in your hair and pulling your head back to look into his eyes. He kissed you one more time.

“On your knees.” he scowled.

“Fuck you,” you spat, scowling back at him.

He grinned menacingly in response, licking his lips before forcing you down by your hair and unbuckling his own belt to pull his dick out.

“Come on,” he ordered. You just stared at him.

Tig let out an exasperated growl, “You’re just making it worse for yourself.” He warned, yanking you back up to your feet and dragging you into the kitchen.

He stopped when he got to the dining room table, stepping aside and pushing down on your back to bend you over.

“Don’t move,” he warned, moving behind you and jerking your jeans and panties down. You had to stifle a giggle as he delivered a smack to your ass cheek, soothing the sting with a sloppy open mouthed kiss. Just as the sting began to subside, he bit down harshly, causing you to moan loudly.

“You like that?” he mumbled against your skin, “But I’m weak, remember?” he taunted you before pressing his mouth against your exposed core.

“Ohh fuck Tig,” you moaned aloud, your nails scratching at the tabletop you were pressed against as he worked his tongue against your center.

“God… Don’t stop.” You breathed, pressing your ass back against his tongue.

Tig pulled away from you, a low chuckle coming from his throat as he did. He knew how much you hated being teased and he was punishing you for insulting him. He stood up behind you, kicking his own jeans off and stroking himself as he traced the bruise forming on your cheek from his bite.

You began to stand up from your doubled-over position but Tig had other plans for you, placing his palm between your shoulder blades and pushing you back down, “I said…. Don’t move.” he warned as he ran the tip of his length across your entrance.

“Dick ain’t shit, huh?” he asked, as he pushed inside of you and you gasped at the intrusion.

Tig chuckled at your reaction, “What was that baby?” he taunted as he thrusted inside you, making you yell out.

“Shh….” Tig cooed as he stilled himself inside you, “Be quiet, doll. This weak dick shouldn’t be making you scream…” you could hear his smile in his voice as he began to move again. In an attempt to keep quiet, you covered your moans with your hand as he set a fast and violent pace, pounding into you. You knew he was trying to make you moan, scream, yell, and you knew you really wanted to, but you didn’t want to give him that satisfaction. Your body betrayed you though, as your orgasm approached quickly, rippling through your body as your inner muscles spasmed around his dick. You turned your head to the side, a silent ‘Oh’ etched across your face as your knuckles turned white from the grip you had on the table.

Tig bared down on you, reaching forward and tangling his fingers in your hair, pulling your head back so he could press his lips to your ear.

“Tell me the truth, doll,” he teased, “you love this dick.”

You couldn’t keep it in anymore, you let out a moan as he bit down on the shell of your ear, “I love it, Tiggy.”
“You fucking love it?”
“Yes baby I love it!” You answered just as he shoved his dick in you one last time before pulling out and spilling himself all over your ass. His free hand squeezing tightly on your left cheek while he stroked himself. The two of you let out a sigh at the same time, finishing in a snicker.

Tig slapped your ass, “Get off my table, girl,” he joked, beaming at his job well done.

You turned to him as you stood from the table, kissing him briefly on the lips before walking down the hall to his restroom.

“Hey, start my bath water while you’re in there!” he yelled to you as you reached the bathroom door.

“Watch who you’re ordering around, weak dick,” you winked at him from the doorway as his expression fell into a scowl again and he started down the hall after you.

“You are one hard-headed bitch,” he growled, a smirk beginning to pull at the sides of his mouth as he reached the doorway and pushed you inside the bathroom.

Imagine Chris helping you take care of your little sister.

A/N: I know it’s been a while, I’ve been suffering from good old writer’s block. Anyway, here’s a piece. I think there may be a part 2 to this, but don’t quote me. We’ll see how the response for this one is. X

Your little sister, Olive, watched cartoons in your living room with your boyfriend, Chris, while you stood in your kitchen on the phone with your mom. The two of you were in the argument of your life thanks to the actions of the youngest member in your family. Your eight year old sister had managed to ditch school after her nanny dropped her off, and somehow found her way to your apartment which was two hours away. As upset as the two of you were at her, you couldn’t help but be amazed by her; she’d only ever been to your apartment with the company of another adult, how she remembered the directions and the address was beyond you.

“Do you think you can watch Olive for a few hours?” Your mom asked and you sighed. “I know you’ve got a big meeting later, but I’ve got a client coming in in about fifteen minutes and your dad’s still operating. I’d send Zoe, but she’s clearly fired after today.” You tried to get a word in but she interrupted, “it’s just a few hours, Y/N.”

“Mom, I can’t risk missing today’s meeting,” you argued. “It’s down to me and-”

“I know, sweetheart,” she said then sighed, “look. I promise I’ll be there before you have to go, I just have to take this client and I’ll cancel the rest of my day. Just give me a few hours,” she told you and you sighed again. “It’s too bad Chris is in Houston, otherwise he could help babysit Olive. He lives for that stuff,” she chuckled softly and you did the same; that was true, he loved her.

“Actually-” you began then winced when you remembered both of you had wanted to keep his return a secret. He had come back a week early to surprise you and he had told no one so he could spend the week with you with no interruptions, but desperate times. “Chris got back early to surprise me, his plane landed at like four in the morning.”

“Great, do you-”

“Mom,” you frowned, “did you not hear what I just said? His plane landed at like four in the morning, he’s exhausted and he needs some sleep. Just-” you ran a hand through your hair; your stress levels were starting to build up. “Finish-” Chris snatched your phone out of your hand before you could say anymore.

“Hi Mom,” Chris greeted your mom, smiling at you even though you were frowning at him. “Thank you, it’s really good to be home. Can’t say I miss your daughter’s angry face though,” he poked your side and your lips quirked slightly. “Don’t worry, I’m more than happy to watch Olive. No, it’s fine. I’m sure she’ll be more than happy to take a nap with me,” he joked then chuckled at something your mom said. “Sure, we’ll talk to you later.” With a smile, he hung up.

“You didn’t have to do that,” you told him as he put the phone down on the kitchen counter. “I know you’re exhausted.” He shrugged nonchalantly. “She’s not your responsibility, Chris. She’s my sister and-” He cut you off with a quick peck on your lips.

“She’s going to be my sister when I marry you,” he whispered, pressing his forehead against yours; you smiled at the thought of him proposing after being together for four years. “Relax, okay? I know I said I was going to sleep while you were at your meeting, but I can sleep when I’m dead.” You chuckled at that. “C'mon,” he took your hand and led you out of the kitchen and into the living room. “She thinks you’re mad at her and I know you’re not, so go tell her that.”

Olive was still sitting on the couch with her eyes glue to the television, but you could tell from the guilty look on her face that she hadn’t been watching Tom&Jerry. You and Chris stood in the archway and watched her; you were yet to decide if you were upset with her. It didn’t take you long to decide because this was your baby sister, no matter what she did or said- there wouldn’t be a day where you wouldn’t have a soft spot for her.

“Are you mad at me?” Olive sheepishly asked, looking over at you. You sighed with a small smile as you made your way over to her. “I’m really sorry, Sissy. I know you had a big meeting today, I just didn’t-” You knelt down in front of her as her pretty brown eyes welled with tears. “I’m so sorry,” she started to cry.

“Don’t be, sweet pea.” You took her small hands in yours. “It’s only a meeting, okay?” You lied to her, “I can always reschedule.” You pulled one hand away and lifted her chin with your index finger. “Don’t cry, sweetheart. It’s not important, it’s just a meeting. You’re okay,” you brushed her tears away with your hand.

“But Mom and Dad both said that it’s important,” she sniffled. “They said it’s about big movie deal and that if you miss it, you’re going to lose the job and get into big trouble with your agent. I knew that and I still came, I’m so sorry. I’m going to ruin your career,” she wept and your heart ached.

“She’s not going to miss her meeting, bug.” Chris walked over and sat down next to Olive, wrapping a comforting arm around her small frame. “Don’t worry, she’s going to go to her meeting and you’re going to hang out with me. It’s okay,” he gently rubbed her arm. “Hey,” he said and she looked up at him, sniffling. “Your sister’s career is not that easy to ruin, she’s dating a dumb dork and she’s still one of the highest ranking actresses in Hollywood.” He joked, drawing soft giggles from Olive, and a chuckle from you. “There’s that smile,” he poked her cheek and her giggles became louder.

“Why don’t you tell us why you ditched school?” You asked and saw her facials contorted with angst. “We can’t help you if you don’t tell us, Olive.” You told her when she looked hesitant to tell you and Chris; she glanced between the both of you, chewing on the inside of her cheek.

“You’re friends with Captain America for a reason, bug.” Chris whispered in her ear and she managed a small smile. “Whatever it is, I promise you that I will do everything in my power to protect you. Just tell us what happened,” he gently urged.

Her head dropped and she whispered softly, “everybody thinks I’m weird.” She looked up and continued, “they all think it’s impossible that I’m your sister. Nobody believes me when I tell them, they say that we are nothing alike and that I’m lying when I say I know you and Chris. But I’m not lying, Sissy.” She lowered her gaze and mumbled to herself, “I’m not lying.”

“I know you’re not,” you chuckled softly, lifting her chin so you could meet her gaze. “How can it be a lie when we’re right in front of you?” She smiled when you booped her nose. “Baby, people are going to say what they’re going to say. You can’t stop that, but you can stop letting it affect you. It doesn’t matter what they think because you are my sister and you do know us.”

“Yeah,” Chris nodded. “You’re the one that gets to come to our premieres, you’re the one that gets to hang out on our sets, you’re the one I carry on my shoulders at football games and have tickle fights with.” He reminded her, playfully tickling her sides and making her laugh. “Not your school mates,” he told her, smiling. “So who cares what they think? They’re just jealous they don’t have the same opportunities you do. Just keep your head up, play it cool, and it’ll blow over soon.”

“Yeah,” you agreed. “And if it doesn’t, I think Captain America and I can drop by and pick you up after school one day.” You suggested and she looked between the two of you with a wide grin. “Can’t we, Cap?” You winked at him and he winked back, nodding. “That’ll show them, won’t it?” You asked Olive and she nodded excitedly. “But you have to promise me something if you want that to happen.”

“Anything,” she nodded.

“Don’t ever do something like this again,” you told her with slightly narrowed eyes and she lowered her gaze sheepishly. “What if something happened to you on your way here, Olive? You’re eight years old, someone could’ve just grabbed you off the street.” You scolded. “This was a very stupid thing to do, you know that right?”

“I know, but-” she looked up, trying to argue but was cut off by your glare; Chris pressed his lips together, suppressing his smile because it seemed like that glare of yours worked on anyone. “I know,” she mumbled, lowering her gaze once more. “I won’t do it again, Sissy.”

“Good,” you softened your facials. “To be honest, I’m more impressed than upset. How on earth did you find your way here by yourself?” You asked as you rose to your feet; your eyes narrowed when you saw your boyfriend and your sister share a knowing smile. “Is that why your bagel run took so long, because you drove two hours to pick her up?”

“No, it took so long because the line was ridiculously long,” he stuck with his story and you shot him a weary look. “And I had to wait for Scott to drop her off,” he added then pressed his lips together. “What?” He chuckled when you scoffed. “She texted me and told me she didn’t want to go to school, I mean- have you ever seen me say no to you Y/L/N ladies? Scott was in that area so I asked if he could pick her up and drop her off.”

“How did you know Chris was coming back?” You asked Olive.

“Because he told me he was coming home early to surprise you,” she giggled. “He’s also-”

“Uh uh,” Chris cut her off, laughing, his hand over her mouth. “You’ve said too much already.”

“What are you talking about?” You raised an eyebrow.

“Nothing,” Chris smiled. “You should go get ready for your meeting, don’t you also have some emails and whatnots to attend to?” He quizzed and you nodded, narrowing your eyes at his odd behavior. “Go on,” he beckoned his head towards your home office. “We’ll be fine, we’re just going to watch some Tom&Jerry. Right, Olive?” He asked her and she nodded, noising agreement into his hand.

“Whatever,” you chuckled softly and made your way into the home office.

In the living room, Chris and Olive discussed out of your earshot. “She has no clue you’re going to propose, does she?” Olive asked her soon-to-be brother-in-law, giggling. “I am so excited!” She squealed, hopping off the couch. “When are you going to do it? Can I see the ring? Please, Chris? Can I see it?” She jumped up and down; Chris laughed and rose to his feet, picking her up with one arm and spinning her.

“How about you quiet down before you ruin the surprise?”

Here’s Part 2 and Part 3

Pairing: Jax Teller x Reader

Warnings: Swearing

Summary: You’ve been working at the shop for a while now, and have formed a crush on Jax and he has one on you, but you don’t know. You get jealous when he starts to flirt with a Crow Eater at a party and you confront him about it, but spill your feelings for him. 

I’ve Always Loved You

“Hey (Y/N), the boys are throwing a party tonight. Are you going?” Cherry swirled on the spinny chair behind the office desk.i could hear the bubble gum popping between her teeth. I look up to see her with a smirk playing at her lips. I have been working at the club for a couple months now, after Gemma hired me. Everyone has been really welcoming and I love my job. There is one problem though, I have a huge crush on the VP of the Sons of Anarchy. He’s way out if my league and will never have feelings for me, but a girl can dream.

“I don’t know? I was just thinking about staying in tonight.” I look back down at the paper work and I hear her chuckle.

“Come on, Jax is gonna be there. I know you want to see him.” Cherry’s heels clicked across the cemet and I chewed on my lip.

“I don’t kn-”

“Just say yes! Don’t be prude. Also, this might be your only chance to get close to Jax.” She nudged me with her elbow and I giggled. Cherry was my best friend, and the only one who knew about my feelings for Jax. I helped him through a lot when it came to Abel and Wendy. He talked to me about the club, and I felt like he really trusted me. He was such a good friend. He helped me with a lot of my problems as well.

“Fine! I’ll go!”

“Where are you going?” I hear a familiar deep voice and butterflies errupt in my stomach. I spin around to see the blonde haired, buff, man in front of me. Jax Teller.

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I Know You Like Me

(requested by anon)

Kai Parker x Reader
word count :
3 713
warning : smut
summary : Reader and Kai always are cocky / tease each other , one day Reader is kidnapped and Kai comes to her rescue.
* not my gif

“Oh crap.” she muttered , noticing Kai walking in the Grill making his way towards her. He was hot as hell , that was true but also super annoying getting on her nerves all the time. Yet for some unexplicable reason she liked being around him more than she cared to let on.
“Hello beautiful. How’s your day going?” he said with a smirk , sitting opposite her and reaching for the fries in front of her. Y/N smacked his hand away , but he was too fast for her. Kai grinned. “Oh don’t look so sad. It’s just a few fries… I’ll get you more. That’s what boyfriends do right ?”
Y/N crossed her arms on her chest , a sigh of frustration leaving her lips. “Stop reffering to yourself as my boyfriend. You are not my boyfriend. Don’t you have someone else to torture?”
“Lots of people but I like torturing you most.” said Kai snatching another couple of fries from her plate. Y/N smacked his hand and he grabbed it , both of them leaning in towards each other. He was driving her insane. They stared into each other’s eyes for a long moment before Kai let go of her wrist smiling at her. “Love that vein popping on your forehead when you get angry… and how your eyes literally burn with fire.”
“Funny. That vein didn’t appear so often until I met you.”
“Oh don’t pretend like you are not obsessed with me.” Kai winked at her.
“I am not obsessed with you but I do know you are obsessed with me.” Y/N said leaning in onto the table , Kai doing the same until their faces were inches away from each other.
“You are so full of yourself , Y/N.” he said in low voice.
“Look who’s talking.” she retorted.
The waitress came by , glancing at them for a moment before her eyes focused on Kai. Every girl at the Grill and everywhere he went always did that and for some reason it bothered Y/N.
“Hello. My name is Emma. What can I get you?”
Y/N sat back , crossing her arms on her chest starring at Kai.
“A flight of stairs I can throw myself down on.” she muttered. Kai started to laugh at her comment and Y/N made a face at him.
“Fries , large serving. My girlfriend loves them so much and she never lets me near hers.” said Kai smiling at the waitress who looked disappointed hearing him call Y/N his girlfriend. She wrote the order down and stepped away.
Y/N scoffed. Every time they were together Kai would reffer to her as ‘his girlfriend’. Part of her was flattered , another was ready to strangle him. A couple of times he had done this around guys who were talking to her. Kai would casually walk over to her , put his arm around her shoulder , lean in whispering in her ear how much she annoys him and then would turn to the guys saying “Isn’t my girlfriend the best ?” at which point they would smile , nod and go away. Last time he had done that Y/N turned around punching him hard in the shoulder.

“Ouch! What was that for ?!” he had said , starring at her.
“Being an ass , that’s what.” Y/N had replied , turning on her heels angrily walking away from him.

“I am not your girlfriend Malachai. How many times do I have to tell you this ?! Stop calling me that.
“But you could be.” he teased , taking another french fry from her plate. Y/N didn’t even bother trying to swat his hand away this time. What would be the point ?
“Not in a million years.” she retorted just as the waitress returned with the fries.
Kai turned towards her , flashing the girl his best smile.
“Thank you sweetheart.”
The girl blushed and walked away , but for some reason it made Y/N felt angrier with Kai about calling the girl ‘sweetheart’ than about anything else in the past half hour. When Y/N looked at Kai , he was starring at her with an amused expression on his face and curiousity in his eyes.
“These are for you.” he said pushing the plate towards her. “See ? I’m a nice boyfriend.”
“No thanks.” Y/N said getting up. “And again - you are not my boyfriend.” she turned on her heels walking away from him.
Kai left some money on the table and got up chasing after her. He grabbed her hand , stepping in front of her. Her jaw was clenched and there was that vein on her forehead again he loved so much , her lips were pressed into a thin line. Y/N didn’t look angry , not exactly … she looked upset.
“Wait wait.. Can’t you see I am trying to be nice ?” he said suddenly serious. “You are the only one who can stand being around me. What’s it going to take to get you to like spending time with me ?”
“Nice ?” she glared at him. “We must have different definitions of ‘nice’. And I will never like you or enjoy your company , Malachai. Stop trying.”
“Don’t call me that.”
Y/N had touched a nerve. He hated it when people used his full name. In truth she loved his full name , she also loved teasing him with it.
“OH but I love calling you Malachai. … Maalaachaaiii.” she repeated smiling at him , watching his jaw clench. He looked around them for a second and then he smashed her into the nearest wall in vampire speed , his hands on either side of her boxing her in. Every time she called him by his full name , he felt both angry but also liked the way she said it.
“I can hear your heart beat , sweetheart.” he said quietly. “I know you are lying. You love it when I am around you.”
Y/N leaned in towards him , her lips almost touching his as she spoke.
“Maybe ..or maybe not. You can’t prove anything anyways.”
Kai snaked his hand around her waist noticing yet another change in her heartbeat and the corners of his mouth twitched. Y/N might deny it but she liked it when he was around.

* * *

Two whole days passed after the last time he saw her at the Grill and Kai couldn’t find Y/N anywhere. Not at home , not a her college. He started getting this awful feeling he hated most - worry. Something must’ve happened to her. In the end Kai decided to go to the Salvatores , they were her friends and maybe would tell him where she is. Just as he was about to walk inside , he heard voices and decided to eavesdrop instead.

“What did Matt say ? Don’t they have a security footage or something ?!” Caroline raised her voice.
“No. All they have is a statement from a witness who was too drunk to remember anything but a 'black suv with tainted windows’.” said Damon.
“Well , we have to find her. It’s been two days…” sighed Caroline. “What if something happens to Y/N and we are too late? We have to do something.”

Kai froze on the spot. Something had happened to Y/N. Suddenly his worry was replaced with anger quickly boiling into rage. Whoever it was that had gotten her , he intended on finding them and killing them in a very painful way. No one got to mess with her but him.

Vampires. Of course , it had to be vampires. How it was that somehow as one of the few human friends of the vampire population in Mystic Falls , Y/N always got caught in the cross fire ? For two days they have kept her locked away. The first time she had come to , her hands and legs had been tied up and she was in the back of an SUV . Y/N had no idea who the people were or what they wanted with her , all she knew was they were vampires. Then they had knocked her out again and the second time she had woken up , she found herself in an abandoned house with broken windows. No sounds came from anywhere , no cars … just silence. At least the second time her legs and hands hadn’t been tied up.
Y/N got up from the old sofa where she had been layed down and quietly got up heading towards the exit. Maybe if she got her hands on one of their phones or found a way out of the house, she could save herself. No one else appeared to be coming to her rescue. Either they didn’t know she was missing or couldn’t track her down.
“Where do you think you are going, girl?”
Y/N turned towards the voice. The guy had black hair , blue eyes and was wearing torn up black jeans and a black t-shirt. Excluding the fact he had been the one to grab her , fed on her not once but twice … he was hot and under other curcumstances maybe she would’ve even liked him.
“Bathroom.” she lied. “I need to pee. You know ? Like a lady.”
The guy laughed. “You are lying.I can hear your heart rate changing.” he grabbed her hand pushing her roughly back onto the sofa. “Sit down. Don’t move.” he ordered. “Or I will gladly take a bite again.”
Y/N sat on the sofa bringing her knees up.
“Good girl.” he said. “Unfortunately , I am hungry and you are the only thing to eat around here.”
“What ?” she asked confused , as the guy forcefully pulled her wrist towards him. “No , please don’t.” she begged.
In that moment from somewhere outside came loud noise as if glass shattered and the door had been pushed off its hindges followed by screams. The guy titled his head listening and got up quickly , a few of his friends she had seen the past two days rushing into the room.
“What’s going on ?” the guy asked confused.
No one answered him. His friends froze in one spot , with a pained expressions on their faces. Some got beheaded , others lost their hearts. Y/N pulled herself up onto the sofa , trying to get a better look at what was going on and then he saw him.
“Oh my God.” she whispered.
The guy vamp - ran towards Kai trying to grab his neck but Kai was faster. He twisted the guy’s arm behind his back breaking it and sank his teeth into his neck tearing his head off , letting it roll on the floor close to the sofa where Y/N was standing frozen in shock.
Kai wiped blood off his mouth , looking around the floor covered in blood and body parts.
“Well … that was fun.” he muttered to himself , kneeling down to check if someone had accidentally been left alive. He didn’t intend on leaving survivors.
“M-Malachai?” Y/N said quietly , trying not to look at the severed head a few meters away from her. Kai looked up at her and a smile spread across his face. In a flash he was next to her. Kai kicked away the guy’s head as if it was a football ball and pulled her into his arms.
“I thought I lost you !” he said , stroking her hair as she wrapped her hands around him. Kai pulled away cupping her face , his fingers tracing every inch of her face , a smile spreading across his face. “Are you OK? Did they hurt you ?”
“Y-You came for me ?” she asked in a quiet voice trying to process everything that had happened the past few minutes. Of all the people that could’ve come to her rescue it was him. “Why would you care ?”
Kai gazed into her eyes for a long moment before his lips smashed against hers backing her against he sofa.
“Because I love you. I … I didn’t realise it until I learned you had been taken. All I knew was I had to find you or I’d die.” he smashed his lips against hers again not letting her say a word. Nothing he had ever felt compared to the relief he had felt seeing her a few minutes ago.
Y/N moaned into the kiss , her hands pulling him closer to her. Kai’s ’I love you’ echoing in her mind. She pushed him off her , quickly moving onto his lap.
“You love me ?” she said , her hands cupping his face.
“Yes ! I do. I love you. ” he smiled. “I have probably loved you this entire time without realising it.”
Y/N smashed her lips against his , his hands on her hips pulling her towards him. A low growl came from deep inside his throat feeling her grind against him.
“I love you too Malachai.” she said smiling at him , leaning in to whisper in his ear. “You know you look even hotter covered in blood.”
Her lips smashed against his , her hips grinding on his crotch while her hands tangled in his hair. How it was possible she hadn’t realised earlier she has feelings for him ?
“Slow down princess. Not the time or the place.” he said gently pushing her away from him. Y/N pouted for a second before Kai swept her off her feet , bridal style carrying her to his car only then noticing the puncture wounds on her neck realising they had fed on her. He felt the same anger burn through his veins. A few moments later they got to his car and Kai let her feet gently onto the ground , caressing her face. He bit his wrist bringing it to her and she took it without hesitation.
“I don’t know what I would’ve done if I had been too late.” he said softly while helping her get the seat belt on. A second later he got into the car and put the keys in the ignition.
“Don’t tell me you are going soft on me?” she winked at him.
Kai leaned in towards her , his breath tickling the skin on her neck. He listened to her heart beat change and smiled to himself. “Never. You are still the most annoying person I know.”

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Y/N turned towards Kai as they drove down the dark empty roads. He looked different. There was a glow in his eyes she hadn’t seen before , and she already loved that glow. Y/N tilted his chin towards her before kissing him again , lightly biting his lower lip earning a low growl from him.
“Where are we going?” she asked curious as he took another turn. There were no buildings anywhere , just trees and more trees and occasionally an animal somewhere near the road.
“Some place … private.” he said with a delivish smirk.
They drove in silence for while until suddenly Y/N’s legs parted as if by magic and she felt something teasing her folds through her panties. Except there was nothing there. For a moment she thought she had imagined it but then there was pressure on her clit as if someone was rubbing it in slow eight figures. Y/N cleared her throat pulling herself up on the seat. The pressure didn’t disappear. She tried to push her legs together and for a second she was sucessful until her legs parted all by themselvesagain.
“You OK sweetheart ?” Kai asked concerned.
“Mmhmm… ” she mumbled , fearing her voice might betray her if she tried to say something. Y/N could feel herself getting wet , the slow eights turning into fast rough ones. She grabbed the seat , her nails digging into it as she tried to muffle her moans and figure out what or how this was happening. Then she caught a glimpse of Kai - his eyes had darkened , and his fingers on the steering wheel moved remarcably like the pressure she felt on her clit.
“Fuck Kai” she moaned out as an invisible finger entered her suddenly. She gripped onto the seat closing her eyes for a moment. Kai was using his magic to tease her.
“What did I do ?” he asked innocently.
Y/N turned her head towards him. “You know what.” she moaned out.
Kai turned towards her grinning as the invisible finger was joined by another. She could feel how they curled inside her , going in deep before pulling out almost completely. His pace was slow at first , teasing and then the invisible fingers began moving faster. Y/N found herself pushing her hips down on the invisible fingers , her moans getting louder.
Stop the car.
There was no way they could make it to wherever they were going. Y/N wanted him now and it was not up for discussion. Kai glanced at her for a second , feeling his jeans getting tighter around his length.
“MMmm whatever is it y-you are d-doing don’t stop… but stop the car.” she insisted , her eyelids fluttering closed and open.
Kai grinned and pulled over to the side of the road. Y/N quickly unbuckled her seatbelt turning towards him , her hand slid on his crotch plaming him through his jeans.
“I want you.” she said in a hushed voice. “Here. Now.”
A louder moan escaped her lips as the invisible fingers inside her curled up again. She couldn’t take it anymore. As good as it felt having Kai tease her with magic she wanted him , his actual touch. Y/N grabbed his and practically shoved it in her jeans and under her panties.
Kai groaned feeling how wet she had gotten , his fingers replacing the invisible ones. Y/N moaned out a little louder closing her eyes at the feeling. He thrusted his fingers inside her again , feeling her walls clench around him.
“Fuck Kai , I’m so close.”
Her hand had slid in his jeans , drawing circles and stroking his hard length through his briefs. Just as she was about to tip over the edge , Kai’s fingers disappeared. In a flash he pushed her onto the back seat , crawling over her. There wasnt much space there and he just snapped his fingers tearing her clothes off her before pushing her legs wide open wide (one of them over the top of the back seat , the other off the seat). Kai leaned in , burying his face between her legs , devouring her like he had always wanted. Her hands shot for his head pushing his mouth closer to her warmth.
“You taste fantastic.” he groaned, his eyes meeting hers.
Kai nibbed on her clit with his teeth for a moment , then licked a bold stripe across her warmth stopping for a moment to look at her. Y/N had thrown her head back , her fingers pulling at his hair , a louder moan tumbling from her lips as he slid his tongue inside her curling slowly.
“MMm Kai !” she screamed feeling herself about to tip over the edge. His nose brushed against her swollen clit. Then she came , squirming and trashing , as he kept devouring her. Kai moaned and groaned as he did so , sending waves of pleasure getting her closer to another release.
“If I only I had known how it would feel to be with you … ” she said out of breath , her fingers still tangled in his curls.
Kai suddenly stopped , snapping his fingers and his clothes were off him too. Y/N’s eyes widened and she pulled him up , bringing his lips to hers , tasting herself on them. Her hands snacked to the back of his head and she could feel his hard length pressing at her entrance. Y/N slid one of her hands between their naked bodies , her fingers wrapping around his thick shaft pumping him slowly while her thumb drew circles on the tip of his length.
Kai moaned into the kiss , his hand wrapping around her neck as purple / black veins showed under his eyes. Y/N had thought he looked hot covered in blood but the sight of his vampirism was completely another level.
“Go for it.” she said , not a second later Kai sank his teeth in her neck, only getting a taste. Y/N slightly arched her back towards his chest , pumping his hard length a little faster now. Kai pushed her hand away and with one hard trust he pushed his thick shaft deep inside her making her scream out. Blood was dripping on his chin. Y/N licked his lower lip tasting her blood as she did. He thrusted inside her once again , fast and deep every time making her throw her head back hitting the car door.
“You’re so tight..” Kai growled , his hands on her thighs pushing her legs open wider , allowing him to thrust deeper inside her , hitting her g-spot. Every time he did , Y/N’s moans got so louder , nearly turning into screams. “Right there sweetheart ?”
Y/N hummed in response.
“Fuck ” she moaned out as Kai thrusted in hitting her spot again bringing her closer and closer to another release. Y/N met his eyes , black with lust and something else. He pulled his infamous sideways smirk making her heart flutter and the next few thrusts pulled out all the air from her lungs.
“KAI ” she screamed out arching her back off the seat, her eyes rolling in her head. Kai had used his vampire speed bringing her right on the edge. His thrusts were starting to get sloppier and she could feel his hard length twitch inside her a little as her walls contracted around him. Y/N’s eyes caught a glimpse of his expression , the same devilish glow in his eyes as he did it again. Thrusting in hard and deep in vampire speed , her walls contracting around his thick shaft as she came for a second time screaming his name. Y/N felt on fire , even more so when he cheated using his vampirism. Her orgasm triggered his and a few thrusts later he came in hot spurts inside her. Kai’s hands braced against the car door for a moment before he collapsed on top of her , his head burried in the crook of her neck.
“We should’ve done this weeks ago.” she muttered , laughing for a moment.
“I know.” he said kissing her deeply. “I intend on making up for that.”
Y/N smiled at him , gazing in his eyes. “MMmm , can’t wait.”

MASTERLIST March / April 2017

NOTE : to the anon who requested it - I am not sure if thats what you wanted , but I hope you enjoy reading it anyways .😊

“In the Kutte”

Happy Lowman x Reader
(GIF isn’t mine)

Being Happy Lowman’s girlfriend was probably the hardest job in SAMCRO - greatest risk, littlest reward - but you cherished that mean old fool with every ounce of your being.

Your story was almost a fairytale, if Prince Charming had a snake tattoo on his head and kept his body count tatted on him as a reminder of how deadly he was, rode a Harley, was in an MC, rarely smiled, and fucked much harder than ever necessary.

Technically you guessed the similarities ended with him rescuing you. He had done so from a would-be rapist and brought you to the Sons of Anarchy clubhouse until he could ‘handle’ the problem. The night he saved you was the same night you learned about his tattoos and what they meant.

When he took you to his room at the club, innocently enough just to show you where you could sleep for the night, your gratitude had been shown in the form of a kiss, which turned into a grope, which turned into sex.

It had been 4 months since he found out you had nowhere to go and offered you a place in his home. Although nobody around his MC seemed to believe it was possible for anyone to be in a relationship with Happy Lowman, the two of you made it work and somewhere along the way you had fallen secretly in love with the man people referred to as The Tacoma Killer.

You woke up like any other morning, without Happy beside you because he was already up for the day, and probably had been for hours. You walked into the kitchen, pouring a cup of coffee before realizing that Happy’s wallet and keys were still on the table. Peeking out the into the garage, you found your lover sitting in the middle of the garage, his back to you, the reaper on his vest staring into your eyes while it’s wearer was tinkering with his bike. He must’ve been messing with the brakes from what you could tell. You stepped out onto the cold concrete floor, barefooted and still wearing your pajama shorts and tank top that you had slept in last night.

“Good morning handsome,” you cooed and Happy looked over his shoulder at you and grunted his good morning to you.

“Want some more coffee? Anything to eat?” you asked as his hands worked meticulously on the front wheel of his bike.

“I’m fine babe,” he rasped, not looking up from his job.

“Oh… Okay…” you spoke with mild defeat in your voice. You had wished for a little more attention from your old man than you were getting, “Well I’ll leave you alone then,” you sighed turning to walk back into the kitchen.

“Hey,” his voice called and you froze, your hand on the doorknob and your back to him.

“Come here,” he demanded and you obliged, turning around and stepping to his now standing frame which was facing you. He lifted a hand to your chin, lifting your face so he could lean down and press a kiss into your lips.

“I gotta make a trip up to Tacoma today,” he spoke once he pulled away from you, “I’m leaving soon. Be back in a couple days.”

Since Happy had ties in Tacoma, he was always Clay’s first choice to send North when he needed something done. You hated being left behind, but since you were an old lady you weren’t involved in club business much, and it wasn’t allowed for you to tag along.

“I’ll miss you,” you gave him a half smile, looking up into his deep brown eyes, so dark you couldn’t see his pupils without focusing.

The shadow of a smile ghosted across his face as he leaned back into you, his lips landing on yours again as he wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling your body flush against his. Happy wasn’t the sweetest or most romantic in the world but he was definitely the best kisser in the world, you would bet anything on that.

He picked you up, turning around and placing you on the seat of his bike, sideways so your legs both hung off the left side, as he settled between them. He placed his palms on the gas tank and fender as he moved his lips to your neck and you held his shoulders to steady yourself.

He moved his hands to tug at the hem of your tank top, sliding it up over your head to expose your bare breasts which he quickly attended to with his mouth. You moaned at the stimulation and he tugged your bottoms off as you pulled at his belt, unbuckling it and letting his jeans drop to the floor. He stood straight, looking down at you as he stepped out of his jeans completely, pulling them over his boots and tossing them aside before reaching to take off his kutte and the grey shirt underneath.

“No!” you whined and he looked down at you with a frown, “Leave the kutte on,” you sucked in your bottom lip and bit it with a shy grin, something that drove Happy wild as he growled, leaving his kutte on and dropping to his knees in front of you, spreading your legs.

You moaned and tossed your head back when his tongue met your core, licking long flat-tongued stripes through your folds as his fingers kept your legs open and dug into your thighs. He wrapped his lips around your clit and sucked, flicking his tongue against it from inside his mouth and pushing a finger inside you, eating you out until you came hard and fast, grabbing his head and pulling it into your core as your body shook.

Happy pulled his face back and spit, his saliva dripping down you as he stood and pulled his dick from his boxers, returning to his position between your legs and grabbing the back of your neck to hold you forward. As he was staring in your eyes, he ran the tip of his cock up and down your slit, spreading the mixture of your juices and his spit at your entrance. He lined himself up and pushed inside you with a groan which was matched by your sharp intake of breath as he stretched you open.

You reached your hand up to hold onto his wrist that was holding onto your neck for support and you caught a flicker of his devilish grin right before you closed your eyes. It didn’t matter how many times the two of you had sex, him entering you and filling you completely was a feeling you would always enjoy. He began to stroke into you as his free hand secured itself to your hip, gripping tighter as he thrusted into you with urgency and your hand left his wrist to grip the handlebar of his bike.
You used your other hand to hook a finger in the collar of his shirt and pull him down to you. Biting his bottom lip gently, his panting breaths danced across your face and he kissed you again, his hand on your neck sliding down and wrapping around your back as he leaned down to bury his face in your neck and pound into you as roughly as always.

You remembered how some of the croweaters had complained in the past, before you became his girl of course, about how sore they would be after a night with him…as if it was an inconvenience.
You, on the other hand, loved it, the way he made you feel as his dick punched into you, hitting spots you didn’t even know existed until he found them.

You attached your lips to his ear, biting and licking as he held onto you tightly and moved in and out of you. His breathing was getting more ragged with each thrust and you knew he would reach his orgasm soon so you whispered and moaned into his ear a series of compliments, “Oh baby you make me feel so good.”
“I love this dick so much Hap.”
“You’re so fucking sexy when you fuck me,” until he reached up and grabbed you by the hair, pulling out of you and pushing your face to his dick as he huffed and you wrapped your lips around his shaft, sucking him in and out until you felt him brace himself against the tank of his bike and his release found him, his cock throbbing and shooting his cum onto your tongue as he watched you swallow it all and suck him off some more for good measure.

“God damn,” he sighed as you finally released his member and stood up to face him, wiping your mouth with your hand as you grinned up at him. He pulled his boxers back up and kissed your forehead, reaching down to grab his jeans as you grabbed your pajamas and slipped them back on.

“I’m gonna miss you too, you know,” his voice was still deep and growling, but there was a hint of softness in his tone that made you look back up at him to catch a smile on his face. He didn’t smile often, so when he did it sent tingles up your spine.

You threw yourself into his arms again and buried your face in his chest as you giggled, and he held you closely.

“I love you, (Y/N),” he whispered and your eyes shot open with surprise, he had never said that before.

“I love you too Happy,” you squeaked as the excitement of your first ‘I love yous’ overcame your emotions and he placed a kiss into the top of you head, swaying you back and forth in the garage beside the blacked out Harley the two of you had just defiled.

[ Juice finds out his old lady has been hiding something ]

Juice pulled off his cut, folding it and placing it on the edge of the bed. He had had a long, tiring day, and all he wanted was a hot shower. He pulled off his shirt, tossing it to the floor, then his jeans. He made his way into the bathroom and cut on the shower. He watched as steam filled the room. He walked to the sink, leaning against it and looking at his reflection in the mirror for a few moments while he waited for the water to get hot. He hadn’t felt this exhausted in a while, and the dark circles under his eyes showed it. He let out a loud sigh. At least you would be home soon.

He turned on the faucet, letting his hands fill a few times with cool water as he lost himself in his own thoughts. He let his hands fill again and let the cool water splash over his face. He stood straight, reaching for the hand towel lying on the side of the sink. He let out another loud sigh as he watched several items fall from the countertop onto the floor and in the trash.

“Shit,” he mumbled, bending down to pick up the mess he had just made. He was rummaging through the trash to retrieve a stray bottle of lotion when something caught his eye. He reached towards the bottom of the trashcan, his eyebrows furrowed. He lifted the object from the trash and stood. His eyes were wide as he looked at the little white stick in his hand. They grew wider as soon as his brain registered the words written on the tiny screen.



“Hey, babe.” You walked into the bedroom of the home you shared with your old man to see him standing just outside the bathroom door. His back was turned to you. You noticed that his skin was still wet from the shower, and he had a towel wrapped around his waist. You let your tired body drop down onto the bed, kicking off your shoes and dropping your purse to the floor. “I’m so happy to see you,” you told him, sighing as you sat down on the bed. “I had such a long day.” You continued to talk about your day. Juice remained silent. Finally, you paused and looked up at him. That’s when you noticed the tense, angry gaze he was directing your way.

You cocked your head to the side. “You okay?”

“I had a long day too,” he told you, his voice rigid and stern. He had spent the last 30 minutes trying to understand why you would hide something as big as this from him. He had really tried to understand. He tried not to be mad. But the more he thought about it, the more pissed off he felt. Truthfully, he was only pissed because he felt hurt. Something like this was huge, and it involved him as much as it did you. He couldn’t understand why you wouldn’t tell him immediately. You were his old lady. The two of you were supposed to be partners. But instead, you were shutting him out.

“I’m sorry, babe,” you responded, standing from the bed and walking to your dresser. 

Juice watched as you started removing your work clothes. His eyes fell to your stomach, and his jaw tensed. He swore to himself he wouldn’t say anything. He promised himself he would pretend he didn’t know and let you come to him. You would tell him when you were ready. That’s what he continued to remind himself. But that had all changed the second he laid eyes on you. He couldn’t keep quiet. He couldn’t pretend this wasn’t bothering him. He had to say something. 

“Why didn’t you tell me?” he blurted suddenly.

“Tell you what?” you asked absently, pulling on your most comfortable t-shirt.

“That you’re pregnant.” 

Your eyes widened. Your turned slowly to face Juice. He looked at you with an expression that let you know he wasn’t happy with you at the moment. You knew you had some explaining to do.

You had taken the pregnancy test a few days earlier. In your state of shock at seeing the results, you had totally forgotten to get rid of it. The thought hadn’t even crossed your mind. You had been keeping yourself busy for the majority of the last three days to keep your mind off things. Now reality was slapping you in the face.

You knew you should have told Juice. You wanted to. But you were terrified. You didn’t know how he would react. You didn’t know if he even wanted to be a father. Hell, you didn’t know if you wanted to be a mother. You hadn’t really thought about it, at least not in the realistic sense. You had always thought kids might be nice. Someday. But someday had arrived, it seemed, and you weren’t so sure how you felt now. You were trying to sort through your own feelings before you told Juice. Mostly, you were just scared. Things were going to change in a major way, and that could either be for better or worse. What if you decided you wanted a baby, and he didn’t? What then? The two of you had never discussed it. You were his old lady, but you never thought about what it would be like to be the mother of his child. Now that it had become reality, you didn’t know how to handle it.

“I’m sorry,” you blurted. It was the only thing you knew to say. “I wasn’t trying to hide it. I just,” you took a deep breath, “It’s just all so new and so crazy, and I just, I didn’t know how I felt about it, or how you were going to feel about it. And I was just really scared. I still am. And - ”


You nerves had gotten the best of you. You ignored Juice and continued to ramble. “And I didn’t know how to tell you. I’ve been trying to process it all, and I just thought I would tell you after I had time to let it all sink in. And I didn’t know what I wanted at first, but I do now, and I - I want to keep it, Juice. And I know you may not want that, and that’s okay. I get it, and - ”


“And I’m sorry if you felt like I was lying to you or something because I never meant for that to - “

“Babe!” His voice was louder this time, and it snapped you out of your jumbled up train of thought.

You let out a deep, shaky breath. Your eyes looked wild. “Yeah?”

Juice crossed the room to stand in front you. He looked at you for a moment, his eyes taking in every inch of your face. Suddenly, his mouth widened into a huge, happy grin. “We’re havin’ a baby.”

Your breath caught. You had been so worried about what his reaction would be for days now, you never thought he would actually be happy about it.

“We’re having a baby,” he repeated, his grin now somehow wider than before. You could see the joy in his eyes as he looked into yours.

Juice licked his lips and leaned in to kiss you. You felt the nervous feeling that had been in the pit of your stomach for days fade away. You watched as his hands slid from your waist to rest on your stomach. You had been Juice’s old lady for years, and now you were the mother of his child. The nervous feeling was gone, and now you felt nothing but happiness.

Please? Part Seven

This takes place around season 2, episode 5 when Daryl is taken down by his own arrow. He’s rushed to Hershel, needing help taking the arrow out of his side, but you aren’t able to see Daryl in this shape. Not until he calls for you, begging you to stay by his side.

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“Are you in or are you out?” You overhear the conversation between Rick and Daryl. Rick, trying to ask for Daryl’s help, was losing patience with the new boy and mentioned taking him to the next town, whatever that meant.

“Naw.” Daryl bit his thumb and spits a piece of dead skin out. You wish he would stop that dirty habit, but it wasn’t your place to tell him that, not now.

“Alright.” Rick walks off to the car, where Shane is waiting with the boy. “Be back before dark.” He calls.

Carl pulls on the edge of your shirt and looks up at you. “Can we go walk around the field?” He asks you, knowing you will agree to play with him. After all, you were one of the youngest here. “Please?”

With a quick glance at Daryl, who is already walking off, you nod at the little man. “Let’s go.” You smile.

It was a long, boring day around the farm. Carl was his usual ball of energy whilst you drag behind him and make sure he didn’t run off too far. After a while, he gets bored of the fields and begs you to take him back to the house, where he wants to check in on Beth and the others.

But once you get back to the house, you know something is wrong. Lori is bustling around the kitchen like she did when she was angry and you hear the sounds of a crying Beth and furious Maggie coming from Beth’s room.

“Take Carl outside, now.” Lori looks at you then hurries out of the kitchen.

Beth tried to take her own life that day.

You saw the blood on the kitchen rags sitting on the table and heard the devastating cries coming from her bedroom. Little Carl knew something was wrong, but he couldn’t understand. He was young and naïve.

So is Beth.

After a while, Lori steps outside and looks at you, telling Carl to go see if Glenn needs any help. Happily, Carl runs off and yells something about Glenn, which you and Lori ignore. Lori goes on to tell you what happened with Beth and why she did what she did, how Andrea left her alone when she promised Maggie she wouldn’t.

Now this was a life changing moment. You suddenly feel trapped and unsafe. You were never a suicidal person, though Beth didn’t seem like the type either. If you lose someone, would you go into the same shock?

You’re waiting for Daryl at the top of the hill, sitting on one of his makeshift benches he made out of a few old pieces of wood and a few bricks from the fallen building. You’re constantly amazed by him, amazed by the things he comes up with or talks about. He may not realize it, but he’s smart.

After a while, Daryl comes up the hill with his crossbow over his shoulder. He hesitates when he sees you but walks over to his fire pit and throws a ragged shirt in the ashes.

“I moved up here to get away from you people.” He almost growls.

You lean up and swing your legs a little, the bench just a little too high for you. “What happened to your hand?” You ask, motioning to his blood covered knuckles.

Daryl pauses before he swiftly hides his hand by putting a torn cloth over it. He sets his crossbow down on the ground and grabs a water bottle from his tent. “Nuthin’.” He insists.

You hop up and stand behind Daryl, reaching over to easily take his hand and look at the damage. He yanks his hand away, swinging himself around to face you with his eyes narrowed.

“Sorry.” You raise your hands in the air. “Daryl, I just don’t understand why you will go down there and beat a kid up for Rick but you won’t even look at me. What happened to you?”

“This group.” He spits. “This goddamn group is broken!”

“Whoa,” Dale comes up the hill, his gun slung across his shoulder lazily and his hat pulled down a little lower than normal. “Don’t yell at a lady.”

“It’s alright, Dale.” You don’t take your eyes off of Daryl as you speak. “I was just leaving.”

“Please do.” Daryl hisses.

Dale walks over, his mouth turned down and he’s looking at Daryl like he could smell something foul. “Don’t you dare speak to her like that. After everything she’s done for you…”

“Yeah? She shoulda stayed away.” Daryl spins on his foot and picks his crossbow back up. “I don’t know how we made it this far.”

“Daryl—“ Dale starts to argue. You see the red creeping up in his cheeks and neck, but you put your hand up and shake your head. The last thing you need is for Dale and Daryl to start fighting too. It seems everyone was fighting now. It was time to end it.

“I can’t believe Hershel still lets us stay on his farm.” You throw your hands up and start walking away, toward the tents so you can fall asleep and hopefully wake up after this was all over with, but of course you knew that wasn’t going to happen.

The second you got down to your tent, Lori and Rick state that they are going to have a meeting inside in an hour. Everyone was going to vote on how they thought Randell should be handled. Most of them want him dead, but a few say something about keeping him alive.

Honestly, you don’t know how to vote. Dale was back from Daryl’s side of the field, talking to everyone, including you. He was against the execution completely.

Carol found you after a little while and asks, “what’s going on with everyone?”

You agree with Daryl. Everyone is broken beyond repair. To want to kill off some helpless boy, it was cruel in the real world, the old world. But that world no longer existed, you know that much.

“All freaked out over some kid…” You mumble as you two walk together to the house. Everyone else is already inside, getting situated.

It wasn’t a very long meeting. You were a bit surprised to see Daryl standing in the living room, glowering over everyone that looked at him, even you. Though he had very little opinion, he had a lot to say.

“Help!” Daryl called. “Run! Over here!”

Dale was laying in the middle of the field, his insides spilling out over the grass, his moans growing slower and weaker, his eyes wide as tennis balls.

“He’s suffering!” Andrea cries. “Do something, someone!” She drops down beside Dale and tries to avoid the mess that was Dale.

Rick pulls out his gun and points it to Dale’s head. Dale’s eyes are wide still, screaming for help. He may have been telling Rick to go ahead, shoot him.

You back away, trying your best not to cry. This was life now, this was how the world works. Walkers were everywhere, creeping up at any time. You all thought the farm was a safe place, a place you could eventually call home. Now that doesn’t seem possible.

Rick lowers the gun, unable to take the man out of his misery.

Daryl steps up and takes the gun from him carefully, and eyes Rick as he silently nods and backs up, giving the floor to Daryl. In this moment, it seems like Daryl is the better person. He doesn’t want to see anyone struggle, even if he says he doesn’t care.

Daryl drops to one knee and puts the barrel of the gun to Dale’s forehead. “Sorry, brother.” He mumbles  just before pulling the trigger.

Everything stops the second the shot goes off, echoing around the lonely field.

It was like the whole farm goes quiet, nothing but the sound of Andrea’s heavy breathing as she cries into the ground, her face buried.

You take a couple steps back, unable to keep your balance. It wasn’t until you feel a pair of strong arms wrap around you do you let go, the tears flowing down your face. It was Daryl, pulling you closer to him so you had something to lean on.

His hands are placed firmly on your stomach as you press your back to him, allowing yourself to let it all out. He lets you, whilst everyone else stands around in shock, Daryl is the one who comes to you, trying to calm you down.

It’s nice, to finally feel his arms around you again. You turn, hiding your face in his chest as the others stand around, looking down at the body that was no longer suffering, the body that was once known as Dale.

Request: “An imagine where reader and Opie have a one night stand and the reader leaves Charming for 3 years and return with a baby that is Ope’s.”



You’d grown up around SAMCRO, considering your father was a first nine member. You grew up with Opie and Jax, all of you trying to juggle being kids of the first nine. All three of you were raised to live the SAMCRO life, never being shielded from anything. While Opie and Jax took their roles and ran with them, becoming prospects as soon as they were old enough, you chose a different path.

You decided to move off from Charming and be something other than a part of SAMCRO. It would always be a part of you, and you loved every member with your whole heart. You were always an adventurer though, and you wanted to experience something other than the life you had been accustomed to. Of course, SAMCRO wasn’t going to let you go off without one last family dinner at Gemma’s house.

           Pulling up to Gemma’s, you could see that everyone else was already there, starting your party without you. You laughed and shook your head as you got out of your car, heading inside after greeting the few members who stood outside. “My baby girl,” you heard Gemma say as she wrapped her arms around you. Gemma was not blessed with a daughter, so you were treated as her own from the time you were born.

           “Hey Gem,” you said, returning the hug before being led into the living room. “The guest of honor is here,” Chibs announced, pulling you into a hug and giving you a kiss on the cheek. Hoops and hollers were heard all around as you were passed around for hugs and kisses. It made you feel a mixture of feelings. These people had been all you knew since you were born, and you were about to leave them.

           The dinner was spent sharing stories about your dad and you, with everyone drinking and eating. After the party was dying down, you walked out to the back of Gemma’s house to get some air. “Fancy seein’ you here,” you said to Opie as you sat down next to him on the steps. You smirked at him while taking a drink of the beer you had in your hand. “When you leavin’?” he asked, looking up at you.

           You shrugged, “Sometime in the morning, no specific time really”

           He sighed before standing up, “Why are you even going, Y/N?”

Out of everyone, he had been the one who didn’t handle it the best, not understanding why you would leave the only family you knew.

You rolled your eyes, “There’s more out there than SAMCRO, Ope. This is my family, but I’m not meant to stay here and be someone’s old lady. I’m just not, I refuse.”

He went to walk away when you grabbed his hand, “No. You don’t get to leave like that. I am not leaving tomorrow with us like this, Ope. I can’t.” He stopped so you continued, “Take me for a ride.”

“Where do you wanna go?” he asked, leading you towards his bike.

You shrugged, “anywhere.”


The reservation didn’t look any different than you had remembered. A lone tree casted shade over you and Opie as you sat together. There had always been attraction between the two of you, and if you were being honest, you’d probably miss him more than anyone.

           “I know you don’t want me to go,” you told him.

           “I don’t, but I guess I can’t stop you,” he said.

           “You can’t,” you agreed.

The two of you sat there like that for what seemed like forever. You couldn’t help but look at Opie and take it in, this being the last time you’d see him for a while. Maybe that’s why you grabbed his face and kissed him with every ounce of passion you had in your body, him returning the kiss immediately. “You sure about this?” he asked you, leaning over you as you laid back. You nodded and he leaned down to kiss you again.


*3 years later*

“Mommy!” Y/K/N screamed from the backseat. You smiled and continued making faces at the toddler in the car seat behind you as you drove past the “Welcome to Charming Sign.” You had gotten the call last night that Bobby had died, and Gemma suggested you come be with your dad and the rest of the crew.

You had left Charming three years ago, and despite a few fleeting phone calls, you never came back to visit really, the reason being in the backseat at the moment. You tried to get a babysitter, but there was no luck, so here you were, headed to the place you grew up.

You felt sick at your stomach as you parked your car and moved to get your child from the backseat.  Walking into Gemma’s house, you smiled at the familiarity of it all but the nervousness was still there as you were solemnly greeted by the SAMCRO men in the living room.

“Hey baby,” Gemma said, eyeing the toddler in your arms before hugging you.

“I know I know I should’ve told you, but,” you paused, “it’s complicated.”

“Mhmm,” she said, “How old’s the kid?” She reached out to hold him/her.

“Three,” you stated only to gasp as Opie grabbed your arm, walking out the back door with you in tow.

“What are you doing?!” you yelled, jerking your arm away from him.

“That kid in there is three years old?” he asked, running his hands through his hair.

Tears filled your eyes, “Yes.”

“Is he mine, Y/N?” he asked.

You shook your head as a sob broke out, “He is. I’m so sorry Ope.”

He nodded his head, “Yeah, me too.” Silence ensued for a long time after that.

“God, please say something,” you begged, tears rolling down your face.

“What do you want me to say?” he asked.

“Say anything, damnit Opie,” you told him.

“You kept my fucking kid from me, Y/N. I told you I didn’t even want you to leave, and you did. Then, you’re gone for three years with MY kid,” he seethed.

“I wanted to get away from all of this, and then the baby came and shit got super complicated. You were eighteen Ope and a prospect for the MC. You couldn’t handle a kid,” you said in an attempt to explain yourself.

Shaking his head, he walked a few steps away from you, “You don’t get to make that decision. That’s my kid too.”

“I was wrong,” you admitted, “but my intentions were good, Ope. I swear.”

“I missed a shit ton of stuff,” he said.

“Well, you don’t have to miss anymore,” you told him.

Rob’s Interview with Howard Stern. Highlights’ (my notes):

  • Howard Stern: I like it (Good Time) …you were fucking edgy!
  • HS: When you were doing Twilight, were you kind of worried that you will get stereotyped like, you will never get this kind of role? Like Good Time, I mean in Good Time you played this fucked up criminal

Rob: I never felt necessarily typecast in Twilight, it was pretty different from who I was as a person anyway. I was like, it was not my default…

  • HS: There are so many fucking jerk offs in Hollywood. They grew up, did a franchise, made millions etc…
  • Co-host : Did you walk away from it or did you lock in?  

Rob: You probably would have been sued (to walk away)

…. I enjoyed the whole process. So few people get an opportunity like that, for 5 or 6 years, it was crazy.

… not at the first one, not at all (regarding the craze and mania).

… I thought it (first Twilight) was going to be a little cool movie.

  • HS: It took 37 million to produce the 1st Twilight. You were 21 years old when you auditioned.

Rob:  I came in right at the last minute.

  • “If you could teach yourself to gag”  - the trick to get yourself to cry when acting. He said he was unsure about his own acting skills.
  • He had to take half a valium to reduce anxiety before Twilight audition
  • Before Rob was born, his mom worked as a broker for a modelling agency.
  • He started modelling at 12. Signed on at 13 when that was the start of the androgynous trend, when he has “pretty girl’s breast”.
  • At 15, his dad motivated him to join a drama club after speaking to some girls at a restaurant with him.
  • He got expelled from a private “arty” school for stealing porn in school uniform, and selling them to his classmates.  “ I got so cocky” and tried to take the whole rack of magazines and stuffed them in his backpack without zipping.
  • He tried to make up a lie, and was given a choice to either call the cops or his parents. “Every one of his friend snitched on me”.  He sold them for 20 pounds each. “I liked stealing things and lying”. to watch a short cilp about this porn enterprise. or at the end of this post.

  • He stopped stealing after that. “Went to a school that was way worse than me.”
  • He recalled the first thing he stole: Snapping candy bracelets.
  • Also liked stealing security tags in alarm clocks, “get high on it (stealing)”.
  • His big role before Twilight was Harry Porter, after which he got into a play but was fired 5 days before opening, without knowing the reason.
  • Rob said he looked like a mess at the 5th Harry Potter premiere red carpet, because he was eating In and Out all the time in LA.
  • He was looking sweaty and chubby, and was probably the reason why people wrote in to protest when he got the role of Edward based on those red carpet photos.
  • For playing Salvador Dali, he had to wax his whole body. For masturbation scenes, he wanted to really do it only if it came as a surprise to people (not at their suggestion).
  • Twilight series are teenage films, he felt that teenage romance should be serious, not smiley and happy.
  • Producer highlighted the smiles, he highlighted the frowns on the script. They felt that he has gone too miserable. to watch how he almost got kicked out for that.

On Twilight craze and Fame:


  • Goes in waves, not being able to walk down the street is “pretty nuts”
  • No one is looking at you, and if they are looking, they are not seeing the same thing. 

HS: Is it fun or is it a headache?

Rob: “Both. It is definitely a ride, but I wouldn’t change a thing.”

“… I wasn’t ready for that kind of evaluation (the intensity while also dating your co-star).”

HS: Do you think it is inevitable, is it advisable to fall in love with you co-star? Good thing or a bad thing?

"On the first Twilight, it was very different. Later on, people noticed the difference, you upset many people, you suddenly have the power and you don’t know what it is.“

  • Rob did therapy years later *when the movies ended*, had to know that the previous life doesn’t exist anymore.
  • At 26. He was feeling secure up until the last one. “Impossible to think you will repeat yourself.”
  • He had a massive freak out at the first Twilight premiere. He was embarrassed by he interview he did, promoting it like an indie. He left and ran out and left the country. “I’m done” and stayed 6 months away.
  • He renegotiated after that.

About Good Time and filming in New York

  • “If you made yourself grimy enough, you can escape being noticed”
  • He would love to get caught doing that (sell porn) now
  • He is very, very happy about good reviews on Good Time
  • It is going to take him 10 years after the Twilight series, to come up with other movies. Meantime, he tried all different angles (of movies and acting).

About Superhero movies    

  • To do one, you have to sign up for 8 movies. He cannot do it, after 5 movies with Twilight.
  • Because it is a commitment to work with a huge machine.

About acting method, and learning accent.

  • Multi-impression. Everyone is from Queens. Very specific dialect. He picked it up by immersing himself with his co stars who are all from NYC.
  • Connie is, ”He’s just a narcissistic psychopath” instead everyone commented that “he loves his brother so much.”

About Fifty Shades of Grey

  • He hasn’t seen it.
  • “I know the writer of the book. Met her a Chateau Marmont, just as “a lady from England”. I was forcing her to tell me every one of her fantasies.”*laughs*
  • That role  “just needs to work out too much”
  • HS : Do you go to gym? “One week on, 3 months off”.

About dick, fights and endorsements

  • “Very hard to confront a guy who is trying to take a picture of your dick.”
  • Rob’s last major fight was when he was 18,19.
  • Rob was looking like a punk with a half-shaved head in Toronto at a bar. Met a guy who is half a foot taller, taking pic of him. *He smacked that guy*.
  • Turned down a multimillion dollar deal to be the face of Burberry. “How did you find that? That is crazy…” he asked HS
  • HS :Why accept endorsement deal with Dior?

Rob: “… I always tried to avoid from being put in a box. Burberry being kind of British, always known to not wanting to be known as British (keep it vague). Dior was less vague as British.”

About audition, music and relationships. ·        

  • He goes in audition as a character with an American accent
  • HS : Do you play music?  He could “fool people for about a minute and a half,” learned guitar from listening to Van Morrison. playing basic F, C, G, E chords, kind of have 8 little run..
  • HS: Song writer? “2 years to write a song.” 

HS: Well your fiancé is…

HS: “Well you’re engaged, right?”,

Rob: “Kind of…”*laughs*

HS: WHAT? You the “Secretive with relationship guy…protective”? …I never get that, I think part of the fun being with a woman is march around with her.

  • HS: The woman…you are with, FAQ?….“Yeah, she is amazing yeah…FKA Twigs…she is like super talented…Totally different one”.
  • HS: Do you call her like FKA?…”Call her…yeah Twigs basically. That was her nickname
  • HS: “I wonder if you’ll get married.” …*LAUGH*
  • HS: “It is hard decision for a guy like you. You can have anyone.”

Rob: “I don’t know about that…Not really.”

“…Being an actor, it ACTUALLY kind of narrows things down…  you get kind of paranoid. Most people may think they want a relationship with you. Then they realised, this is not what I want AT ALL. There is a big imbalance in the relationship.”

About trolls (online)

  • “They are professional trolls. Addicted to wanting to cause hurt and pain. Most difficult thing. They are faceless enemy. Nuts, random names. Different countries somewhere. Fake to them, real in your life.”
  • “Like you know there is one room in your house, where people talk nasty things about you. When you are down, you start listening to the whispers.”
  • (If you attack) you are feeding it. You feel less powerful, like attacking your reflection in the water. You’ll look crazy. 

About working with the Safdie Brothers and Academy award

~ See Josh’s instagram vidoe below. I couldn’t transcibe properly“ LOL

Rob : “Just do what I did…bla bla bla bla. *quick hand movements*

  • “I am just so happy that people liked it (Good Time).”
  • “ I just knew something was going on.”
  • “That is how I always try to get jobs basically. No one is going to know your taste better than you.”

Rob said “I will forgive you (the trolls)”, if they watch Good Time over and over again.

>>>The full interview was 1 hour. Talking about his “relationship” 5 minutes. The bulk of it was Twilight, auditioning, Good Time etc.

A post shared by JOSH SAFDIE (@booger_nose) on Jul 25, 2017 at 7:57am PDT

AHS Imagine – Torture.



Gracefully, your finger left the chalky surface of the table. The grime was smooth, and revealed that the counter had not been cleaned for some time. Pulling out your magnifying glass – which you had happily accepted from your aunt – you re-examined the table. A clear line from where your finger removed the fragments of dirt exposed the original chestnut shade of the table. For someone your age, your curiosity and appeal for adventure was far more advanced than any other eight year old. You yield from the table and place your magnifying glass back in your belt. You looked around; the endless corners and rooms to venture to in the incessant hotel was boundless. Detail was entrancing to you, the floors covered in carpet filled with congregation of shapes, the soft hums from the vents, the mysterious aura that wrapped itself in the silence of the hotel. You dragged your backpack by its tarnished strap to where your mother stood enervated at the receptions desk. She was handed the keys to the room, the room you would sleep in for the next 20 years.

“Mom?” You called, pulling at the hem of her dress.

Her attention that was on the receptionist was now on you, her dull eyes showed distress. From the moment you finished your cereal that morning, all you saw was the road your mother drove for hours on.  

“Y/N, Mommy’s very busy right now” She said breathlessly, irritation leaving her lips without a single thought of it.

“Can I stay in the lobby for a little bit?” You asked, pushing your bottom lip out in plea.

Your mother sighed. She removed one of the keys from the chain and handed it to you.

“30 more minutes okay? Ask the nice lady to help you to our room. You won’t get lost, yeah?” breaking from her stern stare, she gave you a curious smile.

You nodded in response, taking out your magnifying glass and began to venture around the lobby.

Your carelessness distracted you from the couple that stared down at you from the stairs.

“That girl,” Elizabeth paused, turning her gaze to James.

“She’ll be trouble.” James furrowed his eyebrows in curiosity.

“How so darling?” he questioned, keeping his gaze on you.

“She’ll find out the truth, her meddling will ruin us all.” Elizabeth’s hand rested on James’ shoulder, pulling him to her.

“I want you to get rid of her.” Her eyes showed no remorse, and hid the fear she felt.

“And how do you expect me to kill a child, its inhumane and completely undignified.” March removed her hand that was now gripping onto his shoulder.

Elizabeth smiled, placing a kiss on his cheek.

“You’ll figure it out I’m sure.”


“You know, I hate Halloween.” Continuing to file your papers, you listened to your co-workers annual rant.

“I mean, its good for the candy and parties but, ghosts and pumpkins? That shit doesn’t fascinate me… what fascinates me is all the fuss about Halloween.” As much as you disapproved, your mouth stayed shut and you quickly filed your last paper.

“Has it ever occurred to you that not everyone likes what you like?” you asked, hinting your sarcasm as only a tease.

“Shut up” She huffed.

You replied with a giggle, since you were too tired to think of a crafty remark. Swinging your bag over your shoulder, you parted from your co-workers. Stepping out of your building, you reached for your umbrella.

“Oh for heavens sake!”

The mouth of your umbrella was turned inside out, and the handle was close to tearing off. Your hand wiped the countless drops of rain that piled onto your forehead before thrashing your hands in vexation. Finally, after fighting with the umbrella for long enough, you left it on the side of a nearby trashcan.

Sighing, you continued down the unburdened street, consuming your anger in quiet, irritated hums. You angered quick, and held grudges, but nonetheless you continued your way towards the bus stop. You were now riled, irked and without an umbrella. The rain that pelted on your simmering head seemed to slow down, but when a glimpse of luck seemed to shine through the blurry stream of raindrops, Mother Nature thought otherwise and decided a little rain could simmer down the fire that continued to boil in your blood.

Finally, the bus stop was in sight, and almost instantly you ran towards it. As if on cue, the bus screeched to a stop in front of you and you quickly got on.

You sat quietly with your head resting on the cold window, feeling the pattering of the rain hit the glass. The streetlights outside blinded you, since they were the only source of light seen.


The bus reached the entrance of the hotel. Being the only one on the bus, you thanked the driver – like you normally did - before walking into the mouth of the hotel. You dragged yourself to the elevator eager to rest in your warm bed.

“Y/N, I’m guessing luck wasn’t with you today.” Liz raised an eyebrow, eyeing your drenched frame.

“No kidding,” You giggled, waiting for the elevator to open.

Once inside, you slumped back and began picking at your wet clothes from your skin. The hotel had been quiet since your mothers passing, everyone knew her, everyone respected her, everyone missed her. 

“Y/N, you’re ruining my carpets” his abrupt voice shook you from your thoughts. You were so concentrated on your drenched clothing that you unrecalled the elevator stopping on your floor.

“Sorry James,” You smiled, stepping out of the elevator.

“Do you not have an umbrella?” He asked, following behind you.

“I did, but it decided to break” you sighed, bringing a strand of hair behind your ear.

“I could lend you mine? Liz tells me it will be raining dejectedly for the next few days.”

“And I certainly don’t want you ruining my carpets anymore.” His firm stare quickly vanished and was replaced with a joking smirk.

“Well since your carpets are of up most importance, I’ll use your umbrella.” You bantered back.

James blocked your way before you could reach your room,

“I’m very fond of you, Y/N and I would love it if you would have dinner with me.” James said, handing you a pasty letter which had your name carved in cursive on.

“When?” You asked, bringing your attention back to James.

“Well, tonight.” James grinned.

“A late invitation means you don’t have time to deny my request, darling” James’ smile stayed on his lips as he tipped his hat.

“I’ll see you tonight, Y/N.” Without ease, he turned the corner and disappeared from your sight.

You sat quietly on your bed, your hair in natural waves and in the silvery dress that was placed on your bed once you entered.

Taking a deep breath, the pit in your stomach gnawed at your throat, trying to convince you that going was a bad idea. Decisively, you peeled yourself from your bed and quickly walked out of your room giving yourself no time to think about your actions.

Finding his room was like a scavenger hunt, it thrilled you yet distracted you from your nerves.

You reached his floor, passing the coloured walls that in a way, lead you to his room.

Room 64

The hunt ended but your nerves remained, numbing your tongue and quickening your heartbeat. You reached for the knob, listening to the music that bled through the wooden door.

With one swift movement, the door opened, revealing a room that looked similar in style as yours.

No one was there, but Ms. Evers. 1930s jazz kept the room from silence.

“Ah, you made it! I was convinced you wouldn’t show.” James appeared from the corner, holding a fresh bottle of wine in his hand.

“Please, do sit” He motioned to the vacant seat at the dinner table.  

“I’m glad you came, darling” he spoke calmly, pouring you a glass of wine.

“So am I” you smiled,

“Might I just say you look ravishing tonight?” James added, bringing your hand in his, before gently kissing the top of it.

Ms. Evers entered with your meal,

“I’ve noticed this is your favourite, Chicken Alfredo?” You smiled,

“Yes! Thank you, it’s amazing” you hummed, taking in your first bite.

“Don’t thank me, thank Ms. Evers who cooked it special for you” James grinned leaving Ms. Evers flushed.

The night continued, and so did your conversations with James. He told stories of the Hotel, always reminded you of how beautiful you were, and how he was going to show you real music.

After a bottle of wine, you realized it was already past 2am.

“Well as much fun as I’m having,” You pulled away from James, who was ready to pull you in for a dance.

“I should get going.”

James pulled you close by the hand and quickly kissed your cheek.

“I’m hoping we’ll do this again?” He asked, making his dimples prominent as he smiled.

“Of course.” You giggled, pecking his cheek back. He walked you to the door, but not without sneaking a peck on your lips.

“Then until next time, Y/N.” He winked. You watched as his figure disappeared behind the door, and you only hoped you would see James again.


You think back to that day a lot, the day he invited you to dinner, the day you fell in love with him. As unexplainable as it was, to you he was your other half. His presence would bring the butterflies in your stomach to flutter…it was a gift almost. The kindness he showed you, the feeling of being special, that’s what you loved. You loved him, more than you thought you would.

He came home early, a sigh leaving his lips as removed his hat and placed it on the rack.

“Long day?” You asked, watching his eyes light up from the sound of your voice.

“I’ve had longer, just…busy” He sighed, making his way to where you sat.

“How was your day, darling?” He asked before placing a kiss on your lips.

“Lonely.” You giggled,

“Well I’m sorry to say but I have to go back to the office, I just wanted to see you” James said, pecking your lips again.

“I’ll be back around 8:00pm.” James said as he left the room again.

Sighing, you noticed he left his hat, and he always said his hat made him look “professionally approachable” to guests.

You got up from your seat and got ready to drop his hat off. By now, the halls were too familiar to get lost. You found yourself in front of his door faster than you‘d expected.

Your hand found the knob and opened the door only to have regretting nausea reach your throat.

James was kissing Elizabeth in a way you’ve never experienced. If your heart could stop at any time, it would be at that moment. Unaware of your entrance, he continued to kiss Elizabeth, sending your foot to kick the door closed. James paused.

“Y/N?” He turned around, watching as you crumped his hat in your fist.

At that moment, he reacted in a way that added to the confusion. He began to laugh.

“You’ve caught me darling, red handed as they say” James straightened out his suit and walked forward.

You stared back, shocked at his reaction.

“It’s about time really, I’ve been waiting to see that look on your face.” He said, leaning calmly on the cane he had retrieved.

“What look James?” your body was tense with vexation.

“The look of someone who’s had their heart broken, how does that feel by the way?” James asked, tilting his head.

“You’re disgusting.” You spat between your teeth, feeling the hot tears pour down your cheeks.

James’ smile faded, and bit longingly at his bottom lip.

“Not true, darling.” He said crossly.

“I’m a torturer, Y/N. A revelation!” He bickered. You watched as his eyes turned from calm to unhinged. He was soulless, unsympathetic to your feelings, and depraved from goodness.

“I’ve been trying to figure out new… approaches for torturing, because slitting your throat would be far too easy… and far too messy.” His face stayed icy, and completely certifiable.

“Then I thought,” He paused, picking up a nearby flower that he had previously given to you.

“What can give a person everything they’ve wanted, and simply take it all away?” He looked back at you.

“Affection. It sickens me really, but it’s genius don’t you agree?”

You scoffed,

“Why would you do this, James?” You were numb of all emotion. Your heart drummed in your ears. Blood pulsed in your veins as shock carried you.

James was now inches from you. You stood frozen, unable to react as his hand lightly cupped your chin, pulling you close to him.

“Because, darling, love is the best kind of torture, and the best way to keep you away from my secrets.” 



Life Ain’t Simple - Part 1

This story starts in episode 18 of season 1, when something goes wrong in a small town and kids are sick, including the one you promised to look after–Asher. Two strange men, Dean and Sam Winchester, appear and then you realize life isn’t as black and white as you thought.

  • Dean x Reader
  • 3567 Words
  • Warnings; cursing.

The bell rings in the motel lobby and Michael gets up to answer it. You help Asher with the food for supper, since their mother is out and about at her other job. You don’t mind helping out the boys, in fact, you love them like little brothers.

“King or two queens?” He asks a little rudely, you think.

A deep voice answers and you pause. “Two queens.”

“Oh, I’m sure.” Michael murmurs. You hear him from the other room.

“Asher, don’t touch anything yet.” You whisper to him and he nods, sitting down in his chair to finish watching his cartoons. You walk over to the lobby and wipe your hands on the knees of your jeans. “Michael, honey. Don’t smart mouth the guests.” You warn him.

“Ah, he’s okay.” The man smiles. You look up at him and notice the look in his eyes. He looks friendly enough, but you also know what comes with that. “Just a kid.”

You place a hand on Michael’s shoulder. “Why don’t you go finish helping Asher with dinner?” As you say this, you gently push him into the next room, hoping he will just go with it and leave the guests alone. Their mom would not be happy to know they left because of Michael’s remarks.

Michael rolls his eyes. “Fine, fine. They want two queens and maybe a box of—“

“Michael!” You turn around and shoot him a glare. He holds his hands up and walks into the next room, continuing the dinner you started. You look back up at the gentleman. “I’m so sorry. He never learned how manners work.”

The man waves his hand in the air and smiles at you. “That’s alright. Kids will be kids. Yours?”

You laugh and shake your head. “Hell no. I’m just a nanny, basically. I watch them when their mom has work. So two queens?” You grab a sheet of paper and jot that down.

“Oh yeah, for me and my brother out there.” He jabs his thumb to the door. You spot the other man leaning against a car and looking around, perhaps a little nervously. “Been a long day.”

“I bet.” You glance back to make sure Michael is doing okay. Of course he is, he didn’t have anyone but his mother until a few weeks ago. He barely needs you at all, but she was worried sick about them. “Card or cash?”

“Card.” He hands you a credit card and you slide it into the system. It accepts and you slide his card back to him. He has a blank stare on his face as he looks passed your shoulder. You glance behind you and see that Michael and Asher are sharing food, giving each other what they don’t like because usually, the other one liked it. You glance back at him.


He jumps a little and looks down at you, those apple green eyes searching yours for a second. He clears his throat. “Sorry, just reminds me of…” He stops himself and you understand.

“You and your brother?” You ask, shifting your gaze back out to the man on the car. He’s looking inside now, waiting for his brother to come back to he can get some shut eye.

The man nods again. “Yeah… Exactly.” He chuckles. “Thanks….” He trails off and purses his lips.

“Y/N.” You tell him your name and give him a little smile. It must be hard to go through what Michael and Asher are going through. You wouldn’t wish it on anyone.

“Dean.” He smiles at you and grabs his card and the keys. “Thank you.” He motions to the keys and takes a few steps back to the door.

You giggle and wave at him, watching him smile and relax his shoulders. He can’t be so bad.

“Oh you’re in love.” Michael coos when you walk back over.

You playfully kick his shin and take a seat at the table. Asher looks at the two of you, confused. “You, eat.” You point to the plate of chicken nuggets and mashed potatoes on his plate. “Gross.”

“Maybe if you learn to cook.” Michael shrugs and bites into a chicken piece.

You throw a dish towel at him and he catches it, causing Asher to laugh hard. You smile, gladly accepting his laughter. Anything to make these kids laugh makes you happy.


It was awful. Joanna rushed Asher to the hospital this morning and had to call in sick to her diner shift. You told her you would stay and man the motel for her, and watch over Michael since he didn’t want to go.

When he finally crawled out of bed, Michael told you he was going to sit outside until Joanna called and gave news on Asher. You let him, checking on him every few minutes. Poor thing, he’s had such a bad time lately.

After the call with Joanna asking you to bring some of Asher’s things and a bag for her, you walk outside with your hands loaded and see Dean squatting down and talking to Michael with his brother right beside him. They all look up the moment the door closes.

“Michael, I’m only going to be gone an hour or so. Please don’t do anything rash while I’m gone.” You look at him.

“I want to come.” Michael stands up and looks up at you, determined.

You sigh and shake your head. “Your mom wants you to stay here. Denise is covering rooms and all you have to do is turn on the no vacancy sign, alright?”

“Please?” Michael’s eyes are glazing over but you know Joanna’s reasoning for making him stay here.

You hurriedly shove the bags into the car, shaking a little. You are worried for Asher and Michael. Michael blames himself and worries that Asher will die because of him. He cried all night, never falling back to sleep.

“Whoa,” Dean walks over and helps you as you try to shove them in the backseat of your car. “hey, let me drive you. It’s the least I can do.” He looks down at you, those green eyes searching yours again. You don’t know what he’s looking for.

He opens the passenger side door for you and you look over at his brother. “Sam will watch after Michael. You can trust us.” Dean smiles  and nods a little.

Thinking it over quickly, you decide they are better than half the men in this town. You climb in the seat and let Dean shut the door for you. He shares a look with his brother before he walks over and gets in, starting the car up and backing out of the spot.

The ride is silent with nothing but the faint sounds of the music on the radio. You stare out the window, wishing more than anything that you would have checked Asher’s room last night, wishing that you could have saved him, but something does feel off about this whole thing. How exactly did that healthy little boy get so damn sick?

Dean clears his throat and messes with the air, turning it up and then down again. You feel his eyes on you as he stops at a light and shifts in the seat. You can hear the fabric of his jeans scoot against the leather and it sends a chill down your spine. You raise your head and look over at him.

“What?” You ask plainly.

Dean looks away quickly, noticing the light is green and drives up to the hospital. “You care so much for these boys and they aren’t yours.”

He would wonder about that. Everyone does to the point you have even told them Michael and Asher are yours just to shut them up. You shrug your shoulders and play with a piece of skin that’s peeling away from your nail. “You should have seen them before I came along. Michael was keeping Asher, playing both mom and dad. He’s so young and his mom can’t keep up with bills and being their mother. Joanna tries. Two jobs just don’t cut it sometimes. So one day I came into the motel and asked for a room and Michael was there, giving me the rundown of the place. I offered to watch him and his brother until their mom came back and since then… I have been taking care of them.”

“Wow.” Dean turns the wheel and lands perfectly into a parking spot. He looks over at you and smiles. “You’ve done a great job. Both of you.”

“Michael still does most of the work.” You shrug and look up at him. “I just make sure he stays out of trouble and that Asher….” You trail off, not wanting to talk about it just yet.

“Come on.” Dean gets out of the car and walks over to your side, pulling the passenger side open for you to climb out of. For a second, you pause and wonder how he looks so handsome, acts so perfect, yet he suddenly finds himself in your life. This, mixed in with all the kids being sick, doesn’t add up.

Dean grabs most of the bags, only letting you carry in the pillows Joanna asked for. He opens doors for you and even refuses to let you press the elevator button. He chuckles at your mention of this and just shrugs it off, though you wonder if he’s really this generous or if he’s the type of guy to work a lady up until he can sleep with her.

Inside the hospital room, there’s a nurse hooking Asher up to a few machines. You aren’t good figuring out which machine does what, so you let the nurse continue her job and turn to Joanna, who is weeping on the couch, rocking back and forth.

You walk over and put the pillow behind her, kneeling down so you can look up at her. “Shhh. He’s getting help.” You tell her over and over again, hoping that will calm her down.

Smoke On The Water echoes around the room and Dean’s hand flies into his coat pocket after he lets go of the bags and sets them by the closet. He glances at you, his lips mouthing a ‘sorry’ your way and turns as he answers it.

One of the doctors walks in and he checks up on Asher, checking his sheets and then turning to Joanna. “We’ll what we can.” He assures her.

You see Dean hang up his phone out of the corner of your eye. He shoves it a big too harshly in his coat and looks over at the doctor, his eyes narrowed in on the old man. You tilt your head some, wondering what all that is about.

“I’ll be back to check in on you in a little while.” The doctor turns and sees Dean, his eyebrows shooting up and his smile to widen some. “Ah! Detective, discovered anything yet?”

Did he just say detective?

“You’ll be the first to know when we have.” Dean doesn’t take his eyes off the old man.

“Who is that?” Joanna looks up and wipes her eyes with a tissue and runs a shaking hand through her dark hair.

“Dean. He’s staying at the motel and he offered to give me a ride.” You explain, watching as he stares at the floor. His facial features have changed somehow, gone dark. You stand up and walk over to him. “What was that about?”

He’s gaze shifts to meet yours and he shakes his head, his lips parted some. “Nothing. I have to run, but let me know how the kid is. Please?” He looks into your eyes again, making you feel like a special woman. You suspect he does this a lot.

“Dean, you drove me here. Let me drive you back.” You slip your fingers into the pocket of his coat and dig around for your keys. You feel the cool metal touch the tips of your fingers and clamp them around the keys, pulling them straight out. “Maybe explain to me on the way?”

“I can’t explain this.”


The bell on the front door dings, indicating that someone is walking into the building. You have been back for a little while, helping Michael watch over the place and playing cards with him. Coming from such a poor family, Michael and Asher have very little to do, so they always make up their own games and have fun any way they possibly can.

“Go get the desk, Michael.” You nudge him to the door and lay out on the floor, resting your eyes for a moment and listening to the music softly play in the background.

You don’t pay attention to the voices coming from the lobby at first, not until you think you hear Michael say something about calling the cops. Your eyes fly open and you sit bolt upright, looking out the door and seeing a familiar brown leather jacket leaning across the desk. He doesn’t see you, but you can tell that by the look on his face, something is seriously wrong.

“Sometimes… nightmares are real.” You hear Dean say as you walk through the door. When he spots you, he stands up straight and rolls his shoulders back, eyeing you down as if you just caught him trying to sell candy to Michael. “Y/N…”

Sam is standing behind Dean, his hands shoved into his coat pockets and looking around. He catches your eye and he pales a little, quickly avoiding your stare and he tries to find some interest in a plant over in the corner of the room.

“What are you telling him?” You dart your eyes between the two men, wanting an answer now.

“The robed thing I saw, it’s real. He saw it too.” Michael looks over at you. It’s the nightmare he told you about last night, the one that woke him up and had him run to you, telling you in gruesome details what had happened.

You look over at Dean. “You’re telling him ghost stories?”

“I’m only telling him that the thing he saw is real.” Dean holds up his hands, spreading his fingers out and the seriousness of his tone never changing. “Look, he’s in a bit of trouble. We need him.”

“No.” You say quickly.

Michael looks from you to Dean. “You would do anything for your little brother, right?”

Dean nods his head, his eyes shifting over to Sam for a split second. “I would. I love him.”

“Then whatever it is, I’ll do it.”

“Michael!” You wrap your fingers around his arm. “No, I forbid it.”

He looks up at you, tears filling those beautiful, big eyes he has. “He’s my little brother, and I have to make this right.”

Not able to say no that face, you take a long sigh and pinch the bridge of your nose. “What does he have to do?”

It doesn’t take long for Dean and Sam to explain the situation to you. As Dean settles Michael in his room, setting up a night vision camera and making sure he knows the steps to take, Sam goes a little more in depth with you, making sure you know what you are about to witness.

You decided you wanted to help, not sit back and do nothing. If Michael is stuck in this, you want to know exactly what’s happening.

“All of them. Real?” You’re sitting on a couch near the boys’ room. Sam checks the laptop and he sucks his bottom lip between his teeth. “Shit… And here I am, thinking people are the worst.”

“Some of them are.” Sam looks at you.

You look at the camera, seeing how well Dean treats Michael. He looks at him the way he would any adult, which is exactly what Michael wants. He’s never wanted to be treated like a kid. There’s just something about Dean, though. Maybe it’s the way he sits proudly, the cockiness in his voice any time he talks to you, or that dazzling smile he gives you. “What about him?” You ask.

“Dean?” Sam raises an eyebrow and then he chuckles. “He’s an idiot, but usually he means well.”

Dean gets up and walks into the living room, shutting the door behind him. He stretches and walks over to the second chair that’s facing the laptop and leans his head back, far enough that you wonder if it’s about to snap off. “Man, what a fuckin’ day.” He rubs the back of his neck and sits up a little, spreading his legs out in front of him.

“Tell me about it.” You don’t want to sit far away and not able to see Michael. You have to make sure everything is okay. You stand up and take the few strides over, standing between Sam and Dean as they glue their eyes to the screen.

You stand there for nearly an hour, watching the screen, waiting for something to happen. No one says much and nothing but the wind can be heard outside. Nothing happens, which you can’t tell if that’s a good or bad thing.

Dean looks up at you after a while, blinking several times after looking at a screen for so long. “Take a seat, doll. We got this.”

“I’m okay.” You say.

You feel warm fingers touch your elbow and guide you over to the right. Dean pulls you down so you’re sitting on his knee and he keeps his arm firmly around your waist.

Another couple of hours roll by with nothing happening. It’s nearing three in the morning and Michael is still staring at the window. You haven’t moved from Dean’s lap and he hasn’t made you yet. In fact, your shoulder is pressed to his chest now, comfortably sitting with your arms around his neck. You can’t remember changing into this position, but you certainly aren’t going to complain about it.

“Hey,” Sam points to the screen and grabs his gun from the table. A shadow with long spindly fingers pops up. The twig-like fingers slide open the glass and Dean taps your thigh, silently telling you to get up before you are thrown into the floor.

You stand up just in time for the boys to jump to their feet and rush inside, guns going off almost the second the door is open. You jump, this being your first time hearing a gun this close. That’s when you realize you forgot to cover your ears, just as Dean instructed you to do several hours ago.

When the shooting stops, give it a few minutes before you hear Dean’s panicked voice calling for Sam. You rush into the room to see Sam on the floor and that creature lying on top of him.


“Hurry!” Michael runs out of the building and rushes over to his mother. “Where is he? Is he alright?” He asks quickly.

You follow not far behind and see Dean is throwing bags into the back of his Impala. He glances up and sees you standing there, fingers through your belt loops. He gives you a warm smile, it’s crooked, but that makes it even more charming.

“Thank you two for keeping an eye on him.” Joanna looks at both the boys and smiles brightly at them. “Asher is going better and he’ll get to come home in a few days.” She shrugs. “It’s some kind of miracle.”

“Can we go see him?” Michael asks, bouncing on the balls of his feet.

Joanna giggles and points to her Jeep. “Go, get in and we’ll leave.”

Michael excitedly runs over and jumps in the front seat of the Jeep. He bounces up and down, waiting for his mother.

Joanna waves Sam and Dean off and makes her way over to her son. It’s nice to see them so happy for once, even with one of them still in the hospital, this means that everything will be okay soon. It’s a great feeling.

“Guess this is goodbye.” Sam looks down at you.

“Does it have to be?” You ask, squinting from the sun as you look between the two of them. “What you two did was amazing. I want to learn.”

“No.” They say in unison, then give each other a look.

“I’m never going to be able to sleep now, knowing that there are so many… things out there in the dark. I want to come with you.”

“And what about Michael and Asher?” Dean asks.

“Michael has never needed me. And Joanna says she’s going to quit the diner job after this anyway, to spend more time with them. I need a break. Train me to do what you do.”

“This ain’t a picnic in the park.” Dean looks down at you. “This is serious work. It involves guns and a lot of dirty work.”

“Then teach me.” You know you aren’t giving up, and something in Dean’s face tells you that he knows that. You two have known each other for a very, very short time, but all you can think about is riding in the Impala with him, singing along to songs by day and chasing these creatures at night.

“Dean, don’t even think about this.” Sam stares at his brother, open mouthed.

“Just my kinda girl.” Dean smirks and offers you his hand.

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Coincidence: Chapter 2

Chapter 1  Chapter 3   Chapter 4

Pairings: V (Taehyung) x reader

Gender: Female

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 dangerous man everywhere after one fatal night that seemed to be just a coincidence.

Genre: Mafia AU

Warnings: Cursing/swearing, sexual jokes

Word Count: 1,561

It had been a few weeks since your first encounter with V and you hadn’t been able to get a proper rest since. The scene plagued your mind 24/7 with a myriad of unanswered questions. It seemed like you just couldn’t concentrate without knowing what exactly occurred on that night.

“Hey, (Y/N)! You still with me?” your best friend Jungkook yelled at you, waving his hand in front of your face.

“Hmm? Oh yeah, totally, man! What were we talking about?” you replied while scratching your head bashfully.

“Well I was talking about how you need to get laid”

“No I don’t!” you giggled, slapping him on the chest.

“Yes you do! All you do is stay inside your apartment watching Netflix; you need to get out and find yourself a man,” you slapped him once again.

“Or girl? I don’t judge.”

“Oh my god Jungkook! I am straight, you know that!”

Jungkook just laughed and stood up, motioning for you to follow him.

“Let’s go get something to eat.”

You simply nodded and followed him. You hadn’t known Jungkook for long, a year at the most, but, it felt as if you had known him forever. He was one of your first friends in college, making socializing so much easier. He was the social and confident type. However, what surprised you the most was the fact that he has trouble communicating with girls he finds attractive. He would always stumble on his words and end up saying something completely humiliating. It was amazing, really, watching how fast this confident man turned into a shy five-year-old.

You followed the tall man as he maneuvered both of you through the crowded streets, finally arriving at a small diner a little ways away from the school building. Surprisingly, the diner was nearly empty despite being in close range of the school, must be expensive.

“Kookie, how much would this place cost? You know I don’t have a lot of money,” you said tugging on Jungkook’s sleeve.

“Don’t worry, (Y/N), I have plenty of money!” He grinned, showing off his teeth.

You narrowed your eyes at him. Something with Jungkook seemed a bit off lately. He had recently acquired a new job after he got fired from the same coffee shop you work at currently. You were happy for him, of course! It’s just that you have no clue what he’s working as, especially with the amount of money he has now. You’re afraid he’s working as something shady, but, to keep faith in your dear friend, as of now you have elected to believe that he is a male stripper.

You both walked towards an empty table. Once you guys sat down, Jungkook started inspecting your surroundings. It was a classic 1960s themed diner with a jukebox in the corner, most likely out of order. Overall, it was in great shape.

“Hey, (Y/N), look at that guy over there, he looks like he just got dumped,” Jungkook whispered to you while directing his to a stranger a few tables away.

You looked over to where Jungkook was staring at and saw a man with his head down on the table. He was breathing heavily, as if it was going to be the last one he could ever have. You felt sorry for the man, he was clearly stressed and scared, similar to how you were before your math final.

“You should go talk to him, (Y/N), he’s obviously single,” Jungkook leaned in and whispered to you, quickly apologizing after you glared at him.

You kept staring at the man, something about him seemed familiar, you just couldn’t figure out what. Was he from your hometown? Probably not, his clothes are too nice. Where did you remember him from then? Suddenly, the man lifted his head up and you were able to see his face. Your breath hitched and your eyes widened.

“Not too bad, (Y/N), he seems like your type,” Jungkook smiles at you before he turns back to look at the man.

You remembered where you last saw him. He was there that night. It was Jackson motherfucking Wang, the man you accidentally saved while escaping. Should you go and ask him what the whole event that you saved him from was about? No. No, don’t. He probably doesn’t even remember you. Yea, you’ll just stay sitting with Jungkook.

“Excuse me, sir! You seem lonely, would you like to sit with us?” Jungkook suddenly yelled across the diner.

“What the actual fuck, Jungkook!” you whisper yelled at Jungkook, terrified.

“Oh come on, (Y/N), I saw the way you were looking at him! You can thank me at your wedding,” he smirked at you as you prayed that Jackson wouldn’t notice Jungkook yelling at him from your table.

However, god wasn’t on your side today as Jackson looked over at you two and smiled. He stood up from his table and casually walked over to you two. Jungkook quickly made room for Jackson so he would be seated right in front of you. Once Jackson was seated, Jungkook was ready to embarrass the living fuck out of you.

“Hello there! I’m Jungkook and my lovely female friend here is (Y/N),” Jungkook said, putting emphasis on the word female.

“Hi, I’m Jackson,” he casually replied, smiling brightly. How could someone smile that big?

“Did I mention (Y/N) is single and is looking for a male partner?” Jungkook said casually, putting emphasis on the word male.

“Jungkook, you can’t just say that!” you yelled, feeling your face heat up at the boy’s words.

Jackson just laughed and smiled cheekily at you. Did he not recognize you?  Thank god! This would be much easier if he didn’t remember you from that night. You could just have some small talk, maybe even go on one date, who knows? He definitely was on the good looking side of the male population.

You all casually made small talk and eventually ordered your food. Everything seemed to be going great, and you believed that you would be able to make it out alive. That is, until the little shit known as Jungkook excused himself to “go to the bathroom”. As he walked out of Jackson’s view he looked back at you, and, you swear, what he did next made you blush a million shades of red. Jungkook put his arms out in front of him and thrust his hips into them repeatedly and gave you a thumbs up.

“So, (Y/N), who do you work for?” Jackson asked, bringing your attention back to him.

“What do you mean? Like, where I work at?”

“No, I mean a person,” he looked into your eyes. Did he remember you? What did he mean?

“Well, I work for this really nice old lady in a coffee shop. I feel so bad because I don’t remember her name,” you sighed, puffing out your cheeks.

“Oh, so it was all a coincidence then?”

“Do you remember me?” you asked nervously.

“Of course I do, you technically saved my life!” Jackson exclaimed with a humongous smile on his face.

“Then, can you explain to me why that whole event took place? Who’s V? Who’re you?”

“Nope! These lips are sealed, darling,” Jackson said while acting as if he was zipping up his own lips.

This was great. He actually remembered you, but he can’t tell you what the hell happened on that night.

“But, what I can do, is to at least take you out on a date as compensation,” he smiled innocently at you.

“And you have absolutely no excuses to reject me. Your friend told me all about your requirements in a partner. I happen to meet all of them,” he smirked as you giggled.

“Fine, I guess we could go on one date.”

Jackson smiled and nodded happily. He seemed so different from the man you saw weeks ago, it’s amazing. Jackson reached inside his pocket and pulled out a pen, writing down his number on a napkin and passing it to you.

“Call me sometime, (Y/N), and we can set up that date,” he said as he stood up from his seat, starting to walk away before he hesitated and looked back.

“Listen, if you ever see that man, V, again, walk away. Don’t interact with him at all. He is a very dangerous man, and he is definitely very pissed at you for letting me get away. I’m just looking out for you, you’re innocent,” he said before slapping some money on the table and casually walking out of the diner.

“Coincidentally” Jungkook came back at the exact same time Jackson left. He looked like a child on Christmas day, smiling with little stars in his eyes. You rolled your eyes at him, clearly unimpressed by the stunt he pulled.

“So, how’d it go?” Jungkook leaned in expectantly.

“Well…” you said, holding up the napkin with Jackson’s number on it.

“Oh my god! I’m so proud of you, my child!” he jumped up clapping.

You just laughed at your best friend’s antics. However, you still had doubts in the back of your mind. Especially about how similarly Jungkook and Jackson acted when you asked them about their jobs. Were they related somehow? No, you needed to ignore these thoughts for now. They would get answered eventually.

You would make sure of it.

Please? Part Eleven

This takes place around season 2, episode 5 when Daryl is taken down by his own arrow. He’s rushed to Hershel, needing help taking the arrow out of his side, but you aren’t able to see Daryl in this shape. Not until he calls for you, begging you to stay by his side.

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Everything was going great, at least as great as things go nowadays. You are helping Carol settle everyone else in, making sure everyone has a room and sorting out whatever rations you could find. There isn’t much, but you all have hope that there is a kitchen and it’s stocked with food.

You hand a bowl of oranges over to Beth and tell her to eat them. She needs her strength. You’re proud of her. She’s gone several months without trying to end her life again. She talks to you every once in a while, says she wants to be strong for her dad. This life isn’t a life for a little girl her age, but she was trying.

“Eat.” You point a finger at her before walking out of her cell, a little smile on your face. This may be your new home.

There are shouts coming from the other side of the jail. Lori and Carol run to the door to see what’s happening as you try to hold Carl back, who isn’t having it. He runs through your arms and over to the door, unlocking it with his keys just as Rick and Glenn show up, pushing Hershel in the doors.

For a moment, you don’t realize what’s happening at all. Maggie is beside herself, running over and hugging her little sister close to her. Beth is starting to cry as well, panic crossing her face when she sees her father on that bottom bunk.

“He’s bleeding out! Get me some rags!” Carol calls, tending to the man’s legs. You look inside the cell, looking through the mass of people already inside.

Hershel’s leg is missing.

You see nothing but blood and bone. Blood gushing out with most of his leg gone. It looks painful, like somebody took his leg and ripped it from his body, leaving nothing but this nasty stump with bits of flesh dangling off.

Turning your head, you realize Daryl did not run in with everyone else. You hurry over to the bars, looking through them to see him perched on the table, his crossbow aimed right at the opposite door.

“Daryl?” You ask gently, your mind still swarming with the gruesome image.

“Stay back.” Daryl mumbles, his eyes never leaving the doorway.

“What is it?” You slide your arm through the bar to rest it on the cool metal. You tilt your head, watching how concentrated he is. “Walkers?”

“Go git in our bed.” He commands.

He tenses and you glance over at the door to see a rather large man appear. His eyes are wide and his stance is strong, glancing around the room. You get the feeling he doesn’t know too much about the outside world, about the Earth coming to an end.

Another man pops out, then another, and another. They all stop, staring Daryl down, most of them looking scared, all but the first guy. He looks pissed, like somebody just stole his bar of soap.

“That’s far enough, fella’s.” Daryl says loudly, his leg propped up on the stool. “Don’t wanna get shot, do ya?”

The first man snickers and his eyes shift to yours, looking you up and down like a piece of meat. “We don’t want no trouble.” He says, not looking away from you. You feel your stomach tighten.

“Ya got trouble if ya don’t stop lookin’ at her.” Daryl lets his leg down and holds his crossbow higher, aiming it at the first guy’s head.

A few of them laugh and the first guy points to you, his gaze shifting to Daryl, finally. “This your old lady?”

Daryl’s cheeks glow a slight shade of red, as they always do when somebody mentions you being Daryl’s anything. “Be best if you leave the prison.”

“Maybe there’s nothing to go back to.” One of the others spoke up. “Why would you people be in here otherwise?”

“Man, I don’t know about you, but I need to check in with my lady.” Another one sighs.

“Fuck this.” The first guy pulls a gun out of his waistband.

T-Dog rushes around the corner, his gun raised. “I wouldn’t do that if I were you.”

A hand rests on your shoulder. You look up to see Rick standing there, looking through the bars. “Go help them.” He pulls you back a little.

You watch Rick disappear into the next room, voices getting louder as they try to tell the prisoners what was going on.

Not wanting to leave Daryl alone with strangers that were previously locked up in jail, you turn around and walk back over to your group, where Hershel is still bleeding out, but Carol seems to have it under control.

You can’t stand watching this, watching a man you have grown to love suffer. You shake your head, covering your ears, and walk up the steps to the pallet Daryl created for you both. It’s about as far away from them as you can get.


When you see Rick and T-Dog again, they’re bringing in boxes and bags of food. You would be happy, but you see no Daryl and no prisoners. It makes you uncomfortable to think that he may be with them, that they may have taken him to the rest of you can have a little bit of food.

You hear from Lori after Rick leaves that he, Daryl, and T-Dog are going to clean out an extra block for the prisoners. It sounds like a bad idea to you, but you don’t say anything. You want to go with them, mostly to be some help and get out of this place for a minute, even if it is fighting off walkers for several strange men.

You grab one of the guns Daryl keeps in his bag for you and you take one of the bandanas to tie around your head, keeping your hair out of your face.

“Carl, open the door for me.” You walk over, looking down at Carl who is playing with some toy men he found in a house a while back.

“I’m not supposed to.” He looks up, watching you closely.

You shrug a shoulder. “I don’t care. Open it or I’ll shoot it open.” You remember seeing it in movies, though that probably wasn’t possible. This was a prison and they were surely well guarded.

He jumps to his feet and unlocks the door for you, letting you through before he closes it and locks it back. Carl watches as you walk around the corner and follow the voices of the men.

You walk into the room, seeing all of them standing around a table with a few weapons. The prisoners on one side, Daryl, Rick and T-Dog on the other. Daryl is watching them closely, his eyes trained on them like a watchdog.

You must have kicked a pebble because there’s a small thump after you take your next step, almost as if a rock hit the wall. Everyone turns to you and you see the hungry look back on the man’s face. He takes you in, enjoying the view. You feel disgusting.

“Daryl.” Rick nods toward you and walks around the table, trying to push the prisoners away. “Alright, let’s head out.” He tries.

Daryl stands in front of you, blocking their view of you. His jaw locks in his place and his crossbow is slung around his shoulder now, impatiently waiting for a few kills. “The hell?” He growls, taking his hand and placing it on your shoulder. He grips a little hard and walks you backward until your back hits the wall. “I told ya to stay back!”

“And sit around doing nothing?” You narrow your eyes. “Let you walk around out here and get hurt? Daryl, let me help!”

“No!” Daryl snaps, his beady eyes looking down at you in anger. You can’t remember the last time he gave you that look. “You go back, help the others.”

“I’m tired of sitting on my ass!”

“Then don’t! Make yourself useful! Sort the food.”

You close your mouth and watch as his face softens, just a little, as he realizes exactly how that sounded. They all still saw you as a fragile little doll that couldn’t do anything but sit back and watch the action. Maggie went with them to clear out the walkers, but you have to stay behind, tend to the food with Carol and Lori.

You pull away from Daryl, causing him to step back a few feet and look down at you. “Fine. I’ll go count each grain of rice, sort it between all of us. How about I shine your shoes for you with my hair?” You turn your back toward him.


“I’m done being treated like I’m four.” You snap, turning on your heel to watch him. “It never fails. You rarely let me hold a gun, yet Maggie and Carol run around with them all the time.”

Daryl shifts his weight from one foot to the other and bows his head. “I’m scared.” He mutters.

“So am I, Daryl. But that’s exactly why I want to be out there, fighting these things and helping rather than sitting on my ass like some trophy wife.”

He looks up, meeting your gaze. There’s something different about him now, something much softer appearing on his face. “I can’t lose…you.”

“You’re not going to lose me.” You look him in the eyes and place your hand on his cheek. He closes his eyes and accepts it, rubbing his cheek further into your hand. “And if I can’t protect myself, how am I going to stay safe?”

Daryl’s eyes open and he looks down at you. The wheels in his head are turning as you run your thumb across his stubble. It seems to relax him, though his shoulders are still a little tense. “Fine.” He mumbles.


“You’re comin’, but ya do as I say, when I say it. ‘Kay?”

You smile and kiss his cheek. “I knew we could work through this.” You slip by him and walk on, following the voices again.


Daryl keeps an eye on you the whole way, unfortunately so does the mouthy prisoner. It makes your skin crawl to know he watches you as you walk. You try to stay behind him, but Daryl wants you at his side so he can teach you. He shows you how to move quickly and silently.

The prisoners can’t work together as well as your group. They’re messy and hardly remember to hit the brains, not the hearts or the stomach. The mouthy one likes to show off, beat one down by himself every now and then.

They keep you in the middle, with T-Dog keeping an eye on you, too. Daryl asked him just before the trip through the prison, especially if things got bad. T-Dog is always such a sweet man, willing to help keep everyone safe.

“Keep together!” Rick yells a few times.

Daryl will pull you behind him when too many show up, moaning and hissing in the next room, slowly making their way toward the group. You try to think of them as monsters and not as prisoners and officers, though it’s hard when they look at you sometimes.

“You okay?” Daryl whispers, wrapping his arm around you after the last herd. He glances over to see Tiny, the largest one, freaking out. He’s been scratches, or bitten, you aren’t sure. You just know that he can’t live much longer.

You nod and look up at him, kissing his jaw quickly before anyone else saw. “I’m okay…” You answer just as the mouthy prisoner lifts his weapon and slams Tiny in the back of the head with it, causing him to fall to his death, landing with a splat on the floor.

You jump and Daryl wraps his other arm around you, pulling you close so you can’t see the man repeatedly hitting Tiny over the head with his weapon. You hear the metal clashing with the flesh and brains, even a few bones cracking like eggs.

“Hey!” Rick calls, but they keep on moving, shoving the prisoners first.

Daryl sticks even closer to you now, keeping in the back so that he can make sure none of them touch you or look at you again. It’s nice that he’s protective like this, that he’s a wee bit jealous of these men, but you also feel bad. He’s not confident enough to know you will stay with him.

Walkers became easier as the day goes on. You successfully kill one in seconds, running up to them and plunging a knife between their eyes. You’re proud of yourself, conquering a big step in this new life of yours where killing things that used to be human is now a sport, though not exactly a fun one.

“Don’t open those doors just yet.” Rick says loudly.

You’ve entered a laundry room, at least that’s what it seems like. There are a few baskets sitting around with extra jumpsuits and shoes. Nothing that anybody can use, really. You aren’t sure why Rick wants to wait, but he pulls T-Dog and Daryl to the side to talk in hushed voices, leaving you in one corner of the room.

There’s a flashlight lying in the floor. You bend over to pick it up, testing it as you stand back up to see if it works, which it does. You smile and slip it in the waistband of your jeans.

“Wait!” Rick yells, causing everyone’s heads to turn and see the prisoner pulling the doors open.

A thousand walkers come rushing out, all of them hissing and growling and most of them still intact, handcuffs and all.

You pull your axe up, ready to fight, when you see one of the prisoners try to slash Rick’s throat.

Imagine Request: Jax Imagine based on the song Fall by Palisades

Here’s the song:

Warning: SMUT because apparently, I’m on a kick with that lately.


“Ten days in the cabin?” you asked as you lay cuddled up to his bare chest, “how are you gonna swing that Mr. President?”

Jax chuckled, “Shit with club is straight right now. Plus, I’ll have my phone on me if things get bad.”

“That’s the longest we’ve ever spent together,” you noted, kissing him before getting up to begin gathering your clothes.

“Is that a problem?” he asked, head in his hand as he lay on his side staring at you. Jax would never admit it to you, but that stung him a little.

You shrugged, “Not a problem, just that we don’t usually do things like that.”

Jax scoffed, “I’m capable of more than just hooking up a few times a week.”

You didn’t know what to make of his comment but decided it best not to say anything else. “Okay, ten days at the cabin with you it is,” you told him, leaning over to kiss him before heading out the door.

“Your girl leave already?” Piney asked as Jax walked behind the bar to grab himself a drink.

Taking a swig of his beer, he sat across from him, “Not my girl, but yeah.”

Piney eyed him as he sipped on his glass of whiskey, “She’s been in and outta here a lot the past week.”

Jax laughed, “What are you? Security now?”

Piney shrugged, “I’ve known ya your whole life, and I think you like her.”

“Piney the relationship counselor,” Jax said, rolling his eyes, “Shit’s complicated with that one.”

“Pussy is always complicated,” Piney said, chuckling as Jax nodded his head.

Jax took a swig of his beer, “I’m sure I’m not the only one she’s seein’. Anyway, I’m goin’ away for a while. Keep me updated on shit okay?” Piney nodded before the two of them shared a hug and patted each other on the back.


You sighed as you saw his bike already parked out in front of the cabin, but you smiled when you spotted him through the window cleaning up.

He stopped cleaning when he saw you though, immediately placing his lips on yours, hands roaming your entire body as you moaned against his mouth. This is how it always was for the two of you, not much conversation and a lot of sex. This was different though, an almost sort of hunger radiating from him.

You didn’t mind though, especially when his lips went down to your neck, sucking and biting, surely leaving a mark. You tugged at his shirt, and he pulled away from you to remove it before placing his lips back on yours, ripping the buttons as he pulled your flannel shirt off. His hands immediately went around your back, unclasping your bra, allowing you to shimmy out of it.

Pants came off right after, Jax hoisting you up on the nearest surface he could find. He wasted no time entering you, eliciting a moan out of you. You pulled at Jax’s hair as he pumped in and out of you. Your nails made scratches down his back as you bucked your hips to match his pace, both of you close to reacing your release.

You tightened your legs around his waist as he rose his release out, you shortly after. “Well, that’s quite the welcome wagon,” you told him, smirking as you jumped off of the table.


*Day 9 at the cabin*

Jax watched you as you slept, playing with a strand of your hair. The past nine days had been awesome. The two of you spent a lot of time in bed, but also out on the lake swimming. Jax couldn’t help but wonder if it meant as much to you as it did to him. You were always down to have fun, and the time you guys had spent together had been fun, but he wanted more, he just didn’t know how to tell you.

He was brought out of his thoughts when you stirred in his arms. “Hey,” you said to him, cuddling further into his chest.

“Are you seein’ anybody else?” he asked you, looking down at you.

“I don’t see how that’s any of your business, Jax,” you told him, untangling yourself from him and wrapping the sheet around your body as you stood up, “You’re such a dick.”

He sighed, “I didn’t mean to come off that way darlin’.” As he said this, he stood up and set on the bed across from you. “I want more than this.”

“What are you talkin’ about Jax?” you asked him, holding the sheet tighter to your body as some sort of crutch.

“Shit with you’s been great, includin’ the sex, but it ain’t enough. I’m over here wondering if you’re fucking somebody else, and I don’t like that,” he explained.

You smirked, “You want me all to yourself lover boy?”

Jax rolled his eyes but smiled, “Yeah, I guess you could say that.”

You surprised him by standing up and moving to straddle his lap, “Does this make me your old lady then?”

He laid his head on your chest, pulling you into a hug, “Yeah it does.”


(requested by anon)

Kai Parker x Reader
word count
: 3 686
summary :(20 somewhat years into the future) Reader is Kol and Davina’s daughter and she meets Kai (where you’d least expect 😉 - keep reading to find out , sorry I couldn’t help myself with this one 🙈 and now i have that image in my head 🙊❤)
* gif by christophwood
note : there might be a part II of this story in the works 😉

A few months after Kol and Davina got engaged , there was a surprise in store for them. Davina had gotten pregnant. It wasn’t supposedly possible but it had happened , thanks to a part of The Hollow living inside of Kol. Magic had bent the rules of possible and 9 months later , not too long after their wedding , they were blessed with a beautiful baby girl.
Years went by and their daughter Y/N grew up into a strong powerful witch , just like her mother had been before her death and just like her father before her grandmother Esther had used a spell to turn him into a vampire. When Y/N was about 14 years old , she and her parents went on a trip to a town called Mystic Falls to visit her cousin at the Salvatore School for the Young & Gifted , for her graduation.
The littlelest Mikaelson had liked the school (and the teachers 😉) so much , she had convinced her parents to enroll her there too. That’s where she had first met Kai Parker. Y/N understood why her cousin had never been able to stop talking about how great Kai is , it had been one of the reasons why she had wanted to enroll there.

Becoming a teacher hadn’t been Kai’s intention , but after he had gotten out of the Prison World Bonnie had stuck him in , he had gotten roped into it. As one of the last Gemini on the planet, Kai had been the only one who could’ve helped them with his sister’s twins. What had started as ‘meetings’ with Lizzy and Josie had turned into a full time job , which surprisingly he liked. Being a teacher there had been the condition for his release and even after all those years Caroline still looked at him with suspicion every day , but had excepted he knows what he is talking about when it comes to magic and in the end Kai had turned out to be one of the student’s most favourite teachers. How could he not be - Kai was able to make studying fun , he was charming and funny and was also one of the only teachers close to the students age which made the students trust him.


The first time Kai had met Y/N , she had been 14 years old and had sneaked out of her parent’s sight to check out the school. He had found her curled up into one of the classrooms , his classroom , and she had shared with him how at normal school things just don’t work out for her. No one understands what its like to be different and her magical studies during the weekends with her aunt Freya weren’t enough. Kai had been kind to the young girl and he had been the one to bring her back to her parents that day , mentioning to them that this school could be a nice match for their daughter.
Over the years , after Y/N had enrolled there , he had been her teacher , her friends and sometimes even like a big brother - comforting her when her parents hadn’t been able to come for her for Christmas because it had been ‘safer for her to stay there’ or after the first boy she liked rejected her. The littlelest Mikaelson had a thing for trouble and danger and a couple of times he had had to go to her rescue and bail her ass out of the messes she got herself into. Kai wasn’t sure what was the real reason why , but he had taken a liking to her. Maybe it was because she was a bit of a rebel or maybe because she was one of his brightest students. Or maybe it was because like him , in a way , she was the impossible. Her father was an Original vampire , her mother had been a witch. Technically her existence had defyed all laws of magic and Kai liked that.


About half a year before Y/N’s senior year , Kai had taken a ‘more than a friend’ liking towards her. He hadn’t been able to help himself - her nack for getting into trouble had drawn him in like a magnet. Spending the summer away from her had been torture , but those few months they had been separated couldn’t compare to the torture that it was having her right there every single day and not being able to do what he wanted. But the littlelest Mikaelson was full with surprises and her senior year had been filled with stolen kisses here and there. No one had been more surprised than him by those because it hadn’t been him who initiated it. It had been Y/N - she’d hang out a little after classes , making sure no one is watching and then would kiss him for a few seconds before runnining away leaving him breathless. The littlelest Mikaelson cornered him everywhere - in the common room , in the hallway , in the front yard even in the woods after their nature magic lessons. Later on none of them talked about those moments , but those moments kept him awake at night – every single night.


Y/N glanced at the clock on her phone. 11.50PM
All her classmates were in the common room , getting ready to welcome the New Year but she wanted to watch the fireworks. They wouldn’t let her into town and her only option remained the roof , which was also off limits but it would get her in a lot less trouble than if she sneaked into town alone. There was no way for her to get to Mystic Falls in 5 minutes anyways so she grabbed her sweater , put on her favourite jeans and walked into the hallway heading towards the stairs leading to the roof. It had been a white Christmas , barely , but now there were no traces of snow whatsoever.
Y/N climbed up the ladder finding the lid on the roof open. Carefully she made her way out and sat not too far away from the opening.
“Shouldn’t you be downstairs with your friends ?” said a male voice , making her jump up and slide lightly down the roof. “Careful Miss Mikaelson. I would hate to have to write a report about your death. That would be such a headache and so annoying –”
Y/N glanced at Kai and started laughing. Somehow she doubted he’d let her fall to her doom. He moved a little closer to her , watching her bring her knees up and wrap her hands around them.
“I came to see the fireworks.” she said simply. “They refused to let me go into town alone and I didn’t expect to find anyone here. I’m glad I did though - ”
Kai smiled at her. There was something about his smile that always made her heart race. Y/N had had a lot of teachers but none of them could even remotely compare to him. It wasn’t just the fact he was near her age - sort of , he was understanding , charming , funny and from what she knew about him - dangerous which only drew her towards him even more. Kai had been the first person at this school not to jump away from her hearing who her father was and the past few years he had become a little more than just her teacher. During her summer break , right before the school year started , she hadn’t been able to stop thinking about him and she had realised she had a crush on him. The last few weeks before she got back to school there had felt like torture to her , not being able to talk or even see him but then the real torture had began. Kai was there every day , and she knew being with him the way she wanted was not possible – at least for a few more months.
“You know the roof is off limits for students. You can get in a lot of trouble young lady.” he said with a serious look but still a smile was tugging at the corners of his mouth. “I’m not going to report you or anything. Don’t worry. Why would I get my favourite student into trouble?”
“Thanks.” she smiled at him.
They gazed longingly into each other’s eyes for a few seconds and then the fireworks started. Y/N was so startled she slipped down the slick roof again and Kai grabbed her , pulling her towards him tightly.
“Wow. T- thanks.” she said squeezing her eyes shut for a moment. Her head was feeling a little dizzy after seeing the neight they were at. When she opened them , Kai was starring at her and his face was closer to hers than she had expected. He tucked in a strand of hair behind her ear and smiled nervously at her. Y/N’s heart was beating faster than ever and she was 100% sure it had nothing to do with almost dying. It had to do with him being this close. Her eyes drifted between his eyes and his lips. Her breathing had turned so shallow it wasn’t even there and then when she had least expected it , Kai had leaned in and kissed her gently. It wasn’t like they hadn’t kissed before - ever since the school year had started that’s pretty much all she had done. This felt different , absolutely electrifying. He was pulling her closer to him but then all of the sudden he pulled away resting his forehead on hers. A smile spread across his face and his eyes literally glowed. He started saying something but then someone’s footsteps came from inside the house heading towards them. Kai shot her a warning look and held her even tighter to him.
“Close your eyes and don’t scream.” he whispered and both of them jumped down from the roof onto the ground landing barely a few metres away from the front door. Y/N blinked for a split second and he was gone.


Kai was sitting at the sofa in the common room downstairs when he spotted Y/N casually walking over to him , sitting at the other end of the sofa. He glanced at her, looking up from his book and smiled at her. A smile spread across her face too and she brought her feet up on the sofa , taking out her notebook and a pen stealing a glance at him every few seconds. There were a couple of students hanging around. Kai could hear her heart racing and see how impatient she was for them to be alone. Her pen moved around the paper swiftly as she wrote or drew something. It was an innocent activity and if someone walked by would probably think she is just killing time while waiting for her next class to start but he knew better.
Sounds of the bell ringing echoed through the building and everyone scattered , rushing to their classes. Everyone but her and Kai. He closed the book starting to get up but before he had had the time to take a step anywhere , Y/N had pushed him back on the sofa and had climbed onto his lap , tangling her fingers in his hair kissing him as if her life depended on it. Her hand reached in his pocket seconds before she grabbed her bag and ran to her class.
Kai stood there stunned and breathless as usual , running his fingers through his hair before reaching inside his pocket. He unfolded the paper finding a drawing of two people kissing with hearts all over the page , it was as if the image moved for a few seconds before the paper suddenly dissolved in his hands. A smile spread across his face and he shook his head , getting up to get to class - where he’d have to watch Y/N look at him innocently for the next 2 hours as if she hadn’t just sucked out the air out of his lungs for a hundredth time and made his heart stop for a whole minute.
Kai could barely wait until graduation to ask her out. What he felt for her only got magnified every single time she kissed him like that. Those feelings were starting to drive him completely mad. He hoped Y/N’s attitude towards him wasn’t just an infatuation , that there was something else because he doubted he’d be able to go on without her in his life.


Kai walked the hallways of the Salvatore School for the Young & Gifted , heading to Y/N’s room. There was an hour before her parents came to pick her up and he had to talk to her now more that ever. He knocked on the open door and popped his head in the room.
“Miss Mikaelson , can I talk to you in private for a moment ?” asked Kai , just as Y/N was packing her things to leave the school forever. Y/N looked around seeing one of her dorm mates in the room and she walked outside in the hallway closing the door behind her.
“Am in some sort of trouble?”
Kai laughed under his breath. Y/N was looking at him with an innocent expression in her eyes just like always , as if not knowing what this conversation was about , but he could hear her heart beat. Just like every time he was around - her heart was beating so fast , he was afraid it might literally leap out of her chest or something. Years ago he would’ve been confused as hell by those emotions he felt towards her or by her attitude but over time he had learned to understand them - at least some of them.
“I don’t know miss ‘stolen kisses and secret notes’.” he teased getting a step closer to her until her back was barely a metre away from the wall. Kai leaned in talking in a hushed voice. “Do you have any idea what those moments did to me ? It’s been months and almost every day you’d find some way to corner me somewhere and pull the air out of my lungs — You could’ve gotten me fired or worse.”
“Mr. Parker –” she said with a playful smile. “ – are you forgetting who my family is? Do you really think they’d let my and Hope’s most favourite teacher get fired – or worse ?”
A small smile showed on his face. Littlelest , bravest Mikaelson with a pension for danger and trouble. Of course if something had happened she’d get her uncle to fix things. Klaus had a sway with Caroline. There was something that had been bothering him and he didn’t know exactly why that was - maybe it was the old him trying to push is way through again. He wasn’t sure which one it was.
“Was it real?” he wondered.”Or am I just your school crush ? A way to get in trouble or maybe get back at someone , because if so -”
“It’s real. It was a crush at the begining of the school year and then -”
“Then what ?”
“New Years Eve happened. Fireworks lit up the sky and you – you lit up my heart.”
Kai laughed under his breath.
“Thats a — very poetic way to put it , Y/N.” he smiled.
Y/N’s heart skipped a beat hearing him call her by her name. He never did that , not even after those moments they shared. She glanced around the hallway by habbit and stole another kiss only this time Kai backed her against the wall , kissing her like he had always wanted. The littlest Mikaelson always took his breath away , now it was his turn and since there was nothing stopping him this time , he poured every emotion he had suppressed into the kiss.
Kai pulled away , bracing one of his hands against the wall gazing into her eyes. Y/N was so close to him , he could barely control himself from trying to do more than just kiss her. For almost 10 months they had shared a kiss here and there , longing for the other , with no real way to be together. He wondered if he’d miss those ‘stolen kisses’.
“You do know , technically you can do that now right ?” wondered Kai , brushing hair away from her face. “I am no longer your teacher.”
"I know.” she said quietly. “Its just more fun when there is a chance we might get caught , Malachai.”
"You do love danger huh?” he said smiling , not even remotely bothered by the fact she called hum by his full name. When she said it - he actually liked it.
Y/N hummed. Kai gazed in her eyes. In an hour her parents will be taking her away back to New Orleans. The thought he might never see her again broke his heart. He couldn’t let her go , not before he had had the chance to at least ask her a question he had been wanting to ask her since that time on Christmas eve when somehow Y/N had made sure there was mistletoe everywhere they ‘accidentally’ met. That night he hadn’t been able to get a wink of sleep or think about anything else besides her and he had almost gotten out of his room looking for her.
"Will you go out with me ?” he asked suddenly. “Like on a date ? Or am I jumping too far too fast ? I am not good at relationship stuff -”
"I’ve been waiting for you to ask me this question since the beginning of the school year.” she smiled.
"I would’ve asked you , if I could’ve.” he smiled. “So - is that a yes ?”
Y/N tangled her fingers in his hair , pulling him towards her for another kiss. His lips were so soft she could never get enough of them. The first time she had kissed him had been to get it out of her system , thinking that maybe if she does things would calm down. Instead that first kiss had sparked something inside her and after that she just couldn’t get enough. Her favourite kiss however was the New Year’s eve one when he had kissed her and then Kai had jumped down with her to the ground so they wouldn’t get caught. That had been the moment she had fallen irrevicably for him. No matter whats he tried later on or how much she attempted to shake him - it was too late. He no longer was just her crush , he was the man she loved.
"Will you come with me to New Orleans for the summer ?”
"Don’t answer a question with a question.” he teased , “I’d love to but what would your parents say?”
Kai didn’t know Y/N’s parents very well , only from the parent / teacher meetings. He somehow doubted they’d be thrilled to have their daughter’s teacher become her boyfriend. Not that he cared anyways. Y/N had made him feel something he never thought he would ever feel and he didn’t plan on letting anyone or anything standing in his way.
"It’s already arranged. I asked my uncles and they said yes. My parents are on board too.” she replied smiling.
“You really have thought ahead haven’t you?” he wondered feeling her hands travel down his back and slide into his back pockets pulling him towards her. Kai closed his eyes for a moment fighting the urge to whoosh them away somewhere. He couldn’t believe the hallways were so empty , otherways they would’ve been in so much trouble if someone caught them standing together like that.
“And we don’t have to tell them anything at first. It can be our little secret -”
Kai’s lips crashed against hers again , kissing her hungrily as if trying to swallow her whole. His hands slid up under her shirt moving up her back. He could hear her heart beating like a hummingbirds when he touched her and even more whe he tugged on her lower lip at the end of the kiss.
“One of the many.” he said quietly , suddenly looking on alert. Kai took a few steps back from her , pressing his index finger to his lips asking her to keep quiet. A few minutes later her parents showed up down the hall.
“Mom ! Dad!”
Y/N’s eyes lit up and she ran into her father’s arms. Kai watched her father spin her around , holding her tight. Her mother couldn’t stop smiling and as soon as her dad let go off her , she pulled her daughter into her arms.
“W-what are you doing here so early ? I am still not packed.” said Y/N running her fingers through her hair turning towards Kai who was looking at them with a curious expression and a nervous smile on his face. “OH and you remember Mr. Parker ? I invited him over to spend the summer with us in New Orleans.”
“Of course. It is nice to see you again mate.” said Kol , reaching to shake Kai’s hand. “I hope my troublemaker of a daughter hasn’t caused any problems this past year.”
“No , no. Never. Y/N is an actual angel.” said Kai smiling nervously. Davina shook her head, glancing between him and her daughter with a curious expression , probably picking up on the change in their heart beats. He scratched his forehead with his finger for a moment and sighed. “Excuse me , I have a few things to do. We’ll see each other in a few days I guess.”
“Yeah – ” smiled Y/N , trying hard to fight the urge to hug Kai in front of her parents. Her hands were shaking so hard , if it wasn’t for her mother wrapping her arms around her , her father would probably would’ve figured out something was up. Or maybe he already knew. “ – see you in a few days.”
Kai smiled at her and her parents and walked down the hall as normally as he could feeling Y/N’s eyes on him as he turned around the corner.
“Come on darling.” said Kol. “Let’s get you packed and ready to go. Hope will want to hear everything that happened to you the past year.”
“Yeah –”


unexpected wedding guest ~ peter hale

Prompt - # I think that only works with the groom sweetheart,  # “do you remember that night,” “it’s one I’ll never forget" 

Summary ~it’s the night before your wedding, Peter turns up at your hotel to try to stop you from marrying Scott. 

Warnings - none really , mild swearing 

Pairing Peter hale x reader
Story ~
After months of planning and organising, your big day was almost here, in 12 hours you would be walking down the isle.
Your bridesmaids Lydia, Malia and Kira hadn’t long left you, You had a hen party the week before but Lydia couldn’t let you sit in alone the night before your wedding. So she got the other girls round to your room with facial packs, manicure kits and champagne. You felt tipsy as they left, a quite girly night was exactly what you wanted. After taking a shower, getting out you put on your pyjamas, walking out the bathroom, you start smiling at your dress hanging up over the mirror in the main room still not believing how fast time had gone. 

The was a knock on the door, stood close giggling "you know it’s unlucky to see the bride don’t you” you shout though the door thinking your future husband was on the other side. “I think that only works with the groom sweetheart” the voice was one you didn’t want to hear but dearly missed, the voice of Peter hale.
You quickly pull open the door thinking it couldn’t be real but there he was stood leaning against the wall, his hands in his pockets, his annoying but lovable smirk and them bright blue eyes that made weak in the knees. 

“hello y/n” he smiled, his voice was velvet soft and silky in your ears, It Filled you with a thousand thoughts and memories of him,  the sweet whispers in your ears each one more intense then then the previous. “you not going to say hello back” Peter’s voice snapped you out of your daydream “why are you here Peter, it’s a little late don’t you think or are you just here to physically and mentally screw me one last time before I get married” you coldly say him pissed off he had the cheek to show up after he left you without an explanation 18 months ago.
Peter now looked nervous rocking on his heels “no! not quite sure why I came maybe to see if you was really marrying that idiot guess its true” you huffed closing the door but he put his hand on it stopping you. “it was stupid of me to come I shouldn’t be here but I needed to see you, talk to you” peter paused and gave you a big puppy dog look widen his eyes and pouting his lower lip. You clenched your teeth together trying to hide your smile at his face. Peter knew it was working so in a whinny voice “please”, you opened the door for him to come inside knowing his stubbornness he wouldn’t leave until you spoke with him.

“you’ve got 10 minutes” you said sternly as he walked past into your room. “oh we can do a lot in 10 minutes” he chuckled “don’t make me throw you out” you replied back. Peter held up his hands defensively “sorry I was joking” he smirked not taking his eyes of you as he sat down. “how did you know I was here?” you asked him sitting on the opposite sofa to him. “Derek” he said you frowned wanting to smack Derek. Peter saw your face knowing what your thinking quickly said “its not his fault, I asked him why he was packing a suit he said it was for a wedding, when I asked who’s he didn’t want to say but eventually told me Scott was getting hitched he was part of the groomsmen” peter smugly started “so when I asked who the lucky lady was he didn’t tell me I looked at his invention and I just couldn’t believe it” he was sarcastic slightly smug like he’d figured out a big secret.

we welcome you to join us at the wedding of Scott McCall + y/n y/l/n at the hills hotel on January 23rd at 3pm‘ 

Peter mocked a posh accent as he repeated the memorised words. This angered you Peter was sat there taking the piss out of you, your relationship with Scott. “is that all you came here for to mock me, laugh at me” you started shouting at him, but it only annoyed you more when he actually started smiling and laughing “ugh what are you giggling about” you snarl at him “nothing just how adorable you are when you get mad sweetheart” he said almost sweetly giving you his flirty eyes.

“don’t call me sweetheart” you said trying to remain emotionless and cold, but inside your heart was pounding for the alpha in front of you, standing up to get a drink trying to focus on something else other then the way he was making you feel. Pouring two glasses of whiskey you walked over handing him one “thank you y/n”. The way he said your name was worse then any pet name he called you it was more seductive. You sat down not taking your eyes from him as he swirled the alcohol around the glass. Looking up at you catching your gaze “no I’m not here to laugh at you y/n, I’m here to save you” now it was your turn to laugh at him, his smirk dropped for a brief second, “I was right your here to mentality screw me over” you whisper to yourself pinching the bridge of your nose already regretting your next question “so why do you think I need saving?” you say a little louder, knowing he’d heard both comments.

Peter smiled “well your about to marry Scotty boy I mean come on even stiles has to be better choice then McCall, we both know your going to need saving from a boring basic future”. Annoyed he was being nasty towards Scott. “and things was so fun with you” you sarcastically answer back with a snarl standing up ready to show Peter the door, but faster then you could blink Peter was on his feet inches away from you. “oh kitten we had lots of fun together” he said lifting his arm to touch your face but you backed away. “I’ll tell you what wasn’t fun, sitting in beacon hills park in the pouring down rain and dark waiting for you” peter knowing nothing he could say would make up for what he’d done mumbled 

“sorry”. You looked at him full of angry “sorry” you smacked him across the face then pushed him hard with both hands wanting him away from you “sorry not going to cut it Peter, 4 hours I sat on that bench for, bag packed waiting, to start a life together just us out of beacon hills” you voice was now shaking the memory, and pain from over a year ago was still fresh like it happened yesterday taking a breath trying to gather the strength to steady your body and tone “even when I was soaked to the skin I still sat believing you was coming for me. then Derek and Scott came looking for me, told me you had already gone even told them where to find me what did you say tell her I’ve gone and I’m not coming back” you didn’t know if the tears running down your cheek was from anger or the feeling of you heart starting to break again reliving that night. “days I tried calling you, hoping it was a lie you hadn’t left me, walked out on our 2year relationship with a word or blink or second thought. I read your message over and over

  'I got your note kitten and yes I do meet me in the park at 9pm we’ll leave together tonight xx’ Im a fool for believing it now” you say.

Peter stepped towards you wiping a tear away his touch was soft, loving and lasted longer then it really needed to. You pulled away from him not wanting to get to close to him. You watched put his hand in his pocket taking out an envelope giving it to you. You took it looking at Peter, he downed his drink in one go and went to refill his glass. Something was off about him making you weary of what was in the envelope, opening it you saw two pieces of paper and 3 pictures. You looked at the first letter, it was your own,

Peter I don’t care if you started the Deadpool or if everyone hates you, I don’t I still love you and want to be with you please if you feel the same meet me take me with you.

You wanted to screw the letter up, cringing with how desperate and cheesy it sounded now. You took the pictures out, the first was of you in your sexy pink lace teddy blowing a kiss to peter who taken the picture. The next was you and Peter looking at each other in the woods, his hand touching your face. you smiled remembering when it was taken a picnic date not long after you where officially going out, you had asked Peter to take a selfie with you using your old Polaroid camera, when you did Peter hadn’t smiled. “your meant to smile for the camera” you joked with him. He looked at you “I only smile when I look at you” he said back smiling  tucking your hair behind your ear, you quickly took the picture without him knowing until it came out and developed. You didn’t know he’d kept this picture you thought you’d lost it the day it was taken smiling at how happy you looked you put it down. The last one was attached to the other letter unfolding it, the picture grabbed your attention and fear. It was of you asleep in your bedroom with a berserker standing over you. You looked at the writing it wasn’t one you knew - 

I found your weakness! pretty isn’t she! Now I want your help to fix a problem I’m having, be a good wolf and come to the distillery and my friend in the picture will leave her unharmed!
Don’t and the next time you see sweet little y/n she’ll be in pieces!
Kate argent

You looked at Peter who had almost finished his 2nd drink as quickly as the first. None of you spoke at first, you sat down thinking about the letter the threat on your life how couldn’t you know or why wasn’t you told. Peter came and sat next to you taking the papers and pictures from you putting them back in his pocket “do you understand why I left now, I never wanted to hurt you but I couldn’t let Kate kill you” he said looking down at the floor you nodded feeling numb. Peter could see how shaken you were, put his arm around you and pulled you close to him, you sank and snuggled into him enjoying being back in his arms kinda like you hadn’t left. “I’d never felt so scared or powerless before” he said calmly like it was nothing, kissing the top of your head. Jumping at his touch “why now, Kate’s been dead almost 7 months, Derek and argent found her body, you’ve had that long to tell me what she’d done so why now the night before I get married” you said backing away. He paused looking you up and down smirking “I know she’s dead I killed her, and as for not coming back well Derek told me you hated me now never wanted to see me again. I saw you, you looked happy and I couldn’t wreck that” he said low.

Before you could think or ask another question he chuckled changing the subject “but you know what memory has still been my anchor since I haven’t had you in person to keep me grounded, keep me human”. You looked at him puzzled you never knew what Peter’s anchor was, he’d never tell you when you asked, so you certainly didn’t expect it to be you. “no! What?” you asked coyly, Peter leaned in close to you moving your hair to expose your ear “the lost woods motel” he whispered lustfully then  slowly sat back. You blush but start laughing again. “do you remember that weekend?” He asked smirking devilishly “it’s one I’ll never forget” you answered “Derek’s crazy ex girlfriend Jennifer almost to killed me definitely not forgetting that” you laughed. Peter rolled his eyes “I think we remember that weekend very differently” “oh really and how do you remember it, or shouldn’t I ask” you said raising your eyebrows. He stood up putting his glass on the coffee table walking over to the drinks cabinet getting the bottle. He re- filled his glass holding the bottle to in a silent way of asking did you want yours filling to, you held you glass out as a yes.

Peter sat back down with his glass in one hand holding his other arm out for you to cuddle into him. As he spoke you sat close as he placed his arm around your shoulders. “ Well I remember, that weekend, I protected and hid your little butt, then saved your life from the lunatic teacher” he said cocky. You giggled what Peter had said was true but you wasn’t going to let him feel that smug “yep we definitely remember that weekend differently” you say “first off you didn’t even want to help us Derek had to lie and trick you to get you there and trap us in with mountain ash so you really didn’t have a choice” you sat up at little looking him in the eyes continuing “what was it you said oh yeah, why do I have to babysit the useless boring pathetic human girl she’d be better of dead”. You paused to have some of your drink letting your words hit home.

Peter looked down, he felt bad for ever saying that about y/n. Even then he never meant it, he’d only said it to hide his own feelings. from the day Peter saw y/n he wanted her, she was gorgeous, sweet, different, funny, had her own stubborn mind and countless topics to keep a conversation interesting. Although back then Peter believed love was a weakness and a relationship didn’t fit in with his plans for power then, he only truly realised how wrong he’d been when Jennifer did nearly kill y/n.

Putting your empty glass on the coffee table, you sat back but swing your legs over his in an automatic reaction, still focused on what you was saying looking him in the eyes drunkenly laughing “then when she finally found us both asleep some protection you were by the way,” you said sarcastically lightly elbowing him “she was so angry she couldn’t use me in her virgin ritual anymore because I slept with you, she tried to kill me anyway” you finished. Peter faked a look of shock “and what exactly is it that you’re blaming for? ” he said and his arm snaked round your back ticking and poking your side so you couldn’t speak. You giggled and wriggled trying to get out his playful grip, trying smack and poke him back.

It was exactly like that night all over again, the play fighting, the way your heart pounded just like it had, all the feelings you ever had for Peter hale came flooding back in that moment. You moved on top of him straddling him pinning his arms back in a poor attempt to stop him, he laughed using his wolf strength to break out of your hold aiming for your sides again but instead of poking you, he held your hips looking at your eyes then lips back at your eyes. “now i remember definitely this from that weekend” you said then wrapped your hands around his neck kissing him.

Peter kissed you back passionately, holding you tight and without breaking the kiss he lifted you laying you on your back leaning over you. He pulled back with a smirk “actually this is more how I remember it” he said kissing you again. He slowly slid his hand up your thigh running his hand over your bum squeezing it as his lips moved from yours and down onto your neck. Humming and moving your head so he had more space to kiss and bite, you see your wedding dress hanging up.

You push Peter off you “stop, no I can’t do this get off” you said. Peter moved instantly but looked confused at your sudden change of mind. “I’m getting married what was I thinking” you muttered to yourself pacing up and down still annoyed and angry at yourself. You asked Peter to go he put his glass back over on a small round table lingering a minute before turning back at you, you bit your lip holding the door open for him to go. Peter walked out turning before you could shut the door. “wait you asked me why I was here, well I told you I didn’t know I lied. I came here because I wanted to stop your wedding ask you to leave with me tonight for good like we was going to. But more importantly I needed you to know that I love y/n and wanted to tell you your everything to me I hope your happy my little kitten”. You had never seen Peter like this before his sounded desperate and needy, he looked teary-eyed and vulnerable, but what grabbed your attention was his words. Peter had never said the words I love you before. Even in the two years you were together, when you had said it to him, his answers was , I feel the same too or and you too, or ditto but he’d never used them words until tonight. For the first time Peter hale was open and honest with you, but you couldn’t look at him in fear you would run off with him. He kissed your cheek “I understand” his voice quivering then walked away, you watched him disappear around the corner sinking to the floor crying, you hurt so much he was gone again, like you did the night he left beacon hill without you and so guilty for cheating on Scott.

You cried yourself to sleep that night unsure of what to do. You liked Scott he was always there he cared about you and you for him. But you loved Peter you always had the was something about him that lit a fire in you. but you believed that fire had died months ago. That was until his visit, that kiss, his confession of love. It felt like you had burly slept an hour when the alarm went off. You groaned getting out of bed feeling sick and confused about the night before and your feelings now, you went to get a coffee. You screamed jumping out your skin when see Scott sitting on the sofa, a sofa only hours before you was kissing Peter on. You felt nervous, not sure why he was there, his body language was different too you stood frozen to the spot. Scott stood up smiling at you which didn’t help you felt worse then you had all night. Tears ran down your face stuttering and trying to keep your breath calm “I….. I have to tell you something, I… I’m… I’m sorry…. I did something bad…. Peter came round last night” you looked at Scott who was now laughing to himself “it okay I know he was here” he sweetly said. You stopped panicking and looked at him with confusion “how?” you asked.

Scott wanted to make a joke about watching you or stalking you but the look on your face said you wasn’t in a joking mood. “Derek told me Peter was back in town” he started, you cut him off blowing loud “is the anything Derek hasn’t told anyone” you say annoyed. Scott laughed more just like Peter he always thought you looked cute mad “easy he only told me Peter was in town, I knew Peter was here because I could smell his sent in the hallway and all over the room when I walked in, oh and he felt this for you on the mini bar” Scott handed you the Polaroid  picture of you and Peter. Your heart pounded when you saw it, thinking back you realised he wasn’t lingering he was leaving you the photo. “also I saw Peter after he left we had a long chat about you y/n” he looked down bit smiled when he looked up at you. “I know you want Him, you always have y/n, and I can’t be the one to keep you from being with the person you truly love y/n so I’ve cancelled the wedding because I know he loves you too” he didn’t sound mad or upset. 

You stood speechless insure of what was going on was Scott breaking up with you, what had Peter told him about your heated kiss, your mind went crazy over thinking. Scott broke you out of your thoughts “get dressed and meet me downstairs” he ordered. You looked at the mirror to notice your dress was missing a lone hanger left “where’s my dress?” you ask. Scott looked sad again but covered it by raising his eyebrows “that doesn’t matter dressed now” he said pointing to the bedroom. You went inside crying your wedding was cancelled your relationship over, Peter was gone, after calming yourself you did what Scott asked.

Once in a pair of jeans and cute jumper you walked to the lift and nervously went to the lobby where Scott stood with stiles and Lydia. You faked smiled at them wanting to hide and cry feeling depressed and lonely. “here she is” Lydia squealed as you got closer “what’s going on” you asked “I’ve got a wed - ending present for you” Scott and stiles  laughing loud at his play on words. You was really confused now your ex fiance should be angry or upset like you was but instead joking about gifts. “can someone tell me what he’s talking about?” you said. They stopped laughing and all gave you a suspicious smirk “hello sweetheart” a voice from behind you called, spinning fast on your heels knowing only one person called you by that name. Peter was stood there his hands in his pockets looking at you just like he had hours before with a loving smile “I meant what I said y/n I love you please give me another chance to prove it” he asked. Turning you looked at your three friends, who were all nodding and encouraging you to go. You smiled at Scott mouthing thank you and ran to peter hugging him as he picked you up off the ground swinging you round. Peter and Scott gave each other a look and smile of understanding and appreciation “you better not hurt her or you’ll have me to deal with” Scott said to him with a smile but a flash of his glowing wolf eyes. “I won’t I promise” peter said more to you then Scott “ill spend the rest of my days making up for the pain I already caused” he finished holding your hand as you both walked to his car.

What A Wonderful Night

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Title: What A Wonderful Night

Pairing: DiNozzo x Reader

Word count: 1,755

Warnings: fluff

A/N: This is an OLD fic I wrote a LONG time ago. So I apologize for that, but I know I don’t have too many Tony fics, so enjoy! Feedback is welcomed and appreciated! I love you all so much! <3 <3

You sighed at your watch, it was 8 p.m. on a Friday night.  You were supposed to be picked up by your best friend, but she didn’t show up.  You paced the sidewalk outside of your work building, NCIS.  You’d been working there for almost two years.  Your favorite person in the office to talk to was Tony DiNozzo.  Little did he know how much you adored him, how much you loved his movie references and the winks he would throw your way.

“[Y/N],” Tony spoke as he walked towards you.  You knew he did his best work at night.  You figured he was probably leaving to get food and then coming back to work.  “What are you still doing out here?  I thought you were going somewhere with your lady friend,” he mused wriggling his eyebrows.

“I thought so too,” you frowned.  Your phone made a noise letting you know you had received a text message.  It was your best friend, she was letting you know that she was going to her boyfriend’s house instead and apologized.  You huffed and threw your phone into the pocket of your coat.  “Well, now I know for sure that my night is ruined,” you said throwing your arms in the air.

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Imagine babysitting with Chris.

A/N: This is based off a prompt from an anonymous request and I think it’s so superbly adorable that I might actually make this the sequel to the ‘Drunk Minds, Sober Hearts’ mini-series. If you’ve read the mini-series, you’ll know the reader is a screen writer and they got married after she drunkenly admitted she was ready for the next step. You can read it here (I’ll link it as soon as I get home) but you don’t have to, this should be able to standalone as its own mini-series. So shall we?

Chris waited by the front door with the stroller and your baby niece in his arms, while you filled Dodger’s food and water bowl and made sure everything in the house that needed to be off and locked was. You were babysitting your eldest brother’s one year old for the week while he and your sister-in-law were out of town. Your parents had been the first choice but Chris begged and pleaded for the opportunity, bugging your brother so much that it finalized his decision to leave Phoebe with the two of you instead.

But Chris’ persistence wasn’t the only reason; your brother said and you quote, “the man’s going to put a baby in you soon, you might as well have some practice.” You laughed but you knew he was right. You had been with Chris for five years now, married only for one but already discussing the possibility of starting a family; a subject you’d unknowingly brought up before you even got proposed to when you were drunk, but since then there had been serious conversations about it.

The only reason the baby making hadn’t started was because of you, you were still unsure and stalling; Chris knew which was why he asked to take care of Phoebe. You didn’t know that but you knew you’d eventually have to stop talking and start doing, you and Chris weren’t getting any younger and both moms from either side were itching for you and Chris to join your siblings in the Parent Club; your two brothers- James, who had a son and a daughter; Scott, who had a daughter; and Chris’ oldest sister- Carly, who had two sons and a daughter.

“Hurry up, Aunt Y/N.” You heard Chris addressing you with a childlike voice to appease your squirming niece. “We’re getting really bored over here and we want to go out. Don’t we, Bumble Bee?” He cooed and bounced her, drawing small giggles from the one year old. “We want to go outside, yes we do.”

“I’m coming,” you called back as you grabbed Phoebe’s diaper bag from the kitchen counter. You checked the contents yet again, unsure if giving Chris the job of stocking it was the right decision. “Chris-” you narrowed your eyes at the small Ziplock of Gummi Bears. “What’s this?” You held it up and his eyes narrowed in confusion at your question.

“A Ziplock of Gummi Bears?”

“I can see that,” you chuckled. “Why did you pack them? Phoebe can’t eat these yet, she’s one.” You told him then realized when he laughed. “You packed them for me, didn’t you?” You asked then chuckled when he nodded. “Well- we’re leaving them behind,” you said and placed the bag on the nearest table. “I don’t need the distraction when we’ve got a ton of Christmas shopping to do, and a child to watch. Trust you to pick the busiest time of the year to offer our babysitting services.”

“Like we’d have any trouble with this angel.” He said then poked her tiny palm with his stubby finger; she wrapped her hand around his finger then laughed when he did. “She’s so adorable,” he told you, brushing her brown locks out of her chubby face. “I am so glad we have her for the week.”

“Don’t speak too soon, my love. Let’s not forget that it’s only been a few hours.” You reminded him as you walked over, tucking the diaper bag in the basket compartment under the stroller. “She’s an angel now ‘cause her daddy just dropped her off. She’s still unaware she’s stuck with us for the week, but once she realizes that- all hell’s going to break loose and you’re going to be wishing you had let Scott and Lexi take her to Mom’s instead.”

“You clearly don’t know how much I like kids,” he defended.

“You clearly don’t know how well I know my niece,” you countered.

“She’s my niece too, Y/N.” He rolled his eyes at you then turned to smile at Phoebe, who was too busy playing with his hand to flash him one of her smiles. “And I love her to bits, which means- she could kick, scream, and cry, and I’d still think she’s perfect.”

“Hold up.” You pulled out your phone from your back pocket and opened the voice recorder app, pressing the red button to start the recording. “I would just like it on the record,” you told him and he chuckled softly. “You know, so that when she does kick, scream, and cry- you can deal with her without complaints.”

“Fine.” He wrapped his free hand around your wrist and pulled your phone closer to his mouth. “Hey Future Chris, Past Chris talking. I’d just like to remind you that we said Phoebe could kick, scream, and cry, and we’d still think she’s perfect. So don’t you dare complain 'cause you know how much we hate it when Y/N gets that smug gleam in her eyes.” He smirked at you and you chuckled. “Don’t worry though, Bumble Bee’s an angel. I’m sure we’ll have a great week with her despite what Y/N says, she’s a pessimist.”

“Shut up,” you laughed and turned off the recording, saving it before slipping your phone back into your back pocket. “Let’s go because we’ve got a lot of Christmas shopping to do and I want to get it done before dinner.”

“Yeah, let’s go!” Chris cheered in a childlike voice, making Phoebe laugh and you smile.

• • • • • • • •

Chris pushed Phoebe in the stroller while you did the shopping, it was the same every year- not the stroller pushing but the you doing the shopping. Every Christmas since you became his significant other, he’d pass the responsibility of shopping for people in his life over to you; he wasn’t bad at it, you were just better and he was just lazy. The only people he shopped for now was you, his mom, and yours because- well, he couldn’t make you buy your own present and he was a huge momma’s boy.

“Oh my God,” you heard Chris gasp and you turned around, smiling when you saw what he had in his hand; it was a little baby reindeer onesie. “Tell me your heart didn’t just melt a little,” he pouted and you chuckled. “We’re definitely getting this.” He said and tossed it in your basket.

“Chris,” you chuckled and pulled it back out. “We don’t need this, Phoebe’s the only baby in the family and- I’m pretty sure she’s already got one of these at home.” You hung it back on the rack but he took it back down, giving you serious puppy dog eyes. “Chris, no.” You laughed. “What are we going to do with that?”

“We’re going to have a baby of our own and dress her or him in it,” he answered and tossed it back in your basket. You sighed but made no effort to take it out, knowing he wouldn’t let up. “We’re already talking about it, Y/N. Collecting cute little outfits and knick-knacks for our future child is the next step.”

“You really need to keep it down,” you chuckled softly as you joined his side. He wrapped an arm around you, pushing the stroller with one hand while the two of you walked down the Baby Clothing’s aisle. “Let’s not forget we’re not normal people, the last thing we need is one of your fan girls overhearing us talking about having babies.”

“I’m pretty sure we’re already going to make the front page walking around with Phoebe,” he chuckled softly and smiled down at Phoebe who was smiling up at her uncle. “A lot of strangers already think she’s our child, won’t be long before someone recognizes us and tweets about it. I think that blonde lady back there felt like she knew me but wasn’t sure.”

“You do look different in person,” you nodded.

“Still, we’re going to get caught eventually,” he said and you rolled your eyes. “We always do,” he reminded you. “How many times have we had to stop to take photos or sign something? Even you, Miss Screen-writer, have had to sign a copy or two of your scripts.”

“Yeah-” you pursed your lips, “how do people just have that on hand? It’s weird,” you said and he chuckled. “But we’re not going to get caught this time, everyone’s too busy shopping to bother with us. And- you and I, we’re going to keep our hats on,” you tugged at his NASA cap and he chuckled. “The most- we pretend to not know what they’re talking about and be a cute little family of three. We are getting a lot of compliments.”

“Here comes one now,” Chris whispered in your ear, beckoning his head at an older couple smiling at the three of you. “Hi there,” he greeted the old lady who was cooing at Phoebe; she looked up at the two of you and smiled, nodding in acknowledgement. “Merry Christmas.”

“Merry Christmas,” her husband said with a smile. “You two make a very good looking couple,” he complimented, making both you and Chris smile. “And your daughter is just beautiful, much like your wife. You’re a lucky man,” he nodded at Chris and Chris chuckled softly.

“What’s her name?” The old lady asked.

“Phoebe,” you told her and her smile widened.

“That’s my daughter’s name,” she told you and you smiled. “Your girl is just beautiful, she has your eyes.” You chuckled softly because it wasn’t the first time you’d heard that; Phoebe had your brother’s eyes and you looked a lot like him. “Just one girl?”

“We’re planning for more,” Chris answered before you could tell the lady the baby actually belonged to your brother. “How could we not when the first one turned out so perfect?” He said then smiled at you; you stifled your chuckle but nodded in agreement.

“We hope everything works out for you, you’re a beautiful family.” The old lady complimented then took her husband’s arm. “Merry Christmas,” she said. The couple smiled at your little family of three once more before returning to their own shopping.

“We’re a beautiful family,” Chris repeated, beaming. “What’s that- the eighth one in two hours?” He nudged your arm, grinning like an idiot and making you laugh. “Can we please have a baby of our own now? Like- no more talk, we’ve talked enough. Let’s just have a baby already,” he practically begged.

“Get through this week and we’ll see.”

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Don’t let me go pt.2


Group: Bts

Member: Jungkook 

AU: Grim Reaper, Demon

AN: Okay you guys. You wanted it, you got it. Here is it. I only want to tell you that in mine series Jungkook is no little boy. Love you all. Now enjoy. It’s also not checked. 

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 My mum was hit by a car just before I was born. A strange man brought her back from the death just in time before, what the beliefs call them, the soul takers, the Grim Reaper league,appered. This strange man protected my mother for enough time, so she could give birth to her daughter- me. However, even he couldn‘t protect her long enough and the soul keepers found her and took her with them. My mothers savior, Kim Yugyeom, the most famous Goblin, managed to hide me from The Reapers and gave me to my father.

I lived quite happy with my dad for about eight years before another man in robe tried to take me away and bring me to the underworld where he claimed I belong as a missing soul. My father told the low ranked Grim Reaper to go away from where he came and that my soul didn’t belong to the underworld. The low ranked Reaper told my father that if he doesn’t move out the way he will die trying to protect me. And for the second time in my life, the Goblin saved me.

Catching the hand of the Reaper who was ready to cast the deadly spell in order to kill my father, Kim Yugyeom saved the day. “Come on. I’m not sure you want to do that. We are friends, right? Right, Reaper? You are new, aren’t you?” and suddenly his voice turned dark with heavy threats ”This family and especially this girl, are off limits. You, don’t touch them. Am I clear?”

The Reapers eyes twitched with fear. He was so afraid, that he couldn’t say anything and only nodded. Mr.Kim smiled satisfied. “Good. Please continue with your list and don’t come back to this house. Have a nice day.” And then the Goblin literally threw the Reaper out the house. “Are you okay? Did he managed to hurt you?”

My father who had hugged me the whole time, not letting me go of his arms, loose his grip, hearing the concern in the voice of the mythological creature. “I’m fine. Take her, Yugyeom and protect her. Our plan won’t work at this point. She has to survive and we both know it. She was the chosen one. I know it and more important, her mother knew this. Keep her safe.” I was plain afraid. A stranger came in our house trying to take me and then another stranger came and my father just give me up to him. I didn’t want to go. At all. “Strawberry, baby, you have to listen to dad. Are you listening carefully?” I nodded, the glass strawberries on my rubber bands making a noise as well. “You two talk. I’ll go collect her things.” Said the Goblin, disappearing up the stairs. “Y/N, dad will ask you to go with this nice man to his house. He will take care of you while daddy go to do some business. Can you do that for me? You can call him uncle, how about that? He is a really funny guy and you two will have great time together. When I come back, you can tell me about all your adventures.” “I don’t want to go. He is scary.” My dad laughed and gave me Mr. Sparkles, the white fluffy teddy bunny. “Mr. Sparkles will protect you. I promise.” ”You promise?” “I swear in my pinky unicorn promise.” “Okay. I’ll go.” “Fast. We have no time.” Said the Goblin, looking around as if we were being watched. “Thank you,Yugyeom.””Don’t worry I’ll keep her safe.”

And that was the last time I saw my father. This was almost ten years ago. Right now, I was looking at the white ceiling waiting for my alarm to ring so I can go to school. As a senior, I am so close to graduating. Graduating, becoming legal and living a happily ever after. But not me. My destiny is written in the sky. I have to the Grim Reapers wife. I have no idea what this means. I have never seen him and usually he is depicted as a skeleton with a hood. I’m not sure I want to be a skeleton wife. You can imagine the sex. It won’t be…usual for sure.

“Y/N, are you ready? You have like ten minutes before your class starts.” Uncle Yugyeom has been taking care for me for the last ten years. He may be a Goblin, but he is a good man. I love him as a father although now that time had passed we look almost at the same age. “I’m ready! Let’s go. Are we teleporting or getting a car?”

Jumping from my bed, putting the bag on my shoulder, I ran down the dark marble stairs ready to hear my favorite answer “Teleport.”

Here it comes the exciting part. I walk out of our door and I’m right in front of the massive building I call school, sweet school. I don’t have to wear three layers of clothes in the winter and I don’t have to worry for the summer heat. My life is amazing. “Young lady, where you think you are going without a jacket and a scarf? Outside is minus degrees. Come here.” Yugyeom snapped his fingers and my cotton pink coat and baby blue long scarf were right in his hands. He helped me wear my coat and then put my scarf around my neck. “Now go.” As I opened the door, ready to teleport Yugyeom shouted “Wait! No boys, no distractions. You can have a friend. A girl. No man. Nothing with a penis and male hormones. If any man touches you, I will know. Alright?” “Alright.” He waved me goodbye as he had did for the last ten years. And I teleported. Let’s go to the world of school and learning.

As hours passed by I managed to survive through almost all of my classes. I have only two more hours of English and I’m done for the day.

There is something that bothers me though. In our school, we have way too many ghosts for my liking. No one can stop ghost. When I was small they were absolutely annoying, but now you can say I even like them. When I get off from school, I sit on a bench, if its not cold, and pretend to listen to music and draw, while actually I listen to amazing stories from the ghosts. There are ghosts so old, they help me out with my history lessons.

“Are you the Grim Reapers wife?” a ghost whispered in mine ear. She was a rather beautiful ghost. A girl not bigger than me. But this question… If I collected a dollar for everytime I had to answer it,by now I wouldn’t be going to school. Sitting on the bench, sketching the school for a numerous time, I waited for lunch break to finish. You can say, I was little annoyed by the question and without much entosiasm, I answered.“I don’t know. I haven’t seen him.” Suddenly all the ghosts around me trembled and some of them disappeared, while the beautiful ghost looked at me and whispered quietly “Oh…it’s true. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. Bye.” I was fascinated. This has never happened before. I wanted to know why was she so scared suddenly. “Wait. Talk to me.” But it was too late. All ghost around me had disappeared and I was asking myself. What on Earth has happened?




  “What are you doing here Jungkook? There has to be a reason why the almighty Grim Reaper comes to visit a small Goblin like me.”  

“I missed you too Yugyeom. I need help.”