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Forever Loyal

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Title: Forever Loyal

Characters: Lucifer x Reader, Crowley

Word Count: 858

Warnings: death of a character, there are no spoilers because I made my own ending to last night’s episode, small amount of fluff. *The gif I guess could be counted as a spoiler?*

A/N: I said I was going to do it, so I did it. You all get some special treatment today!! Enjoy this extra fic! I hope you all enjoy this! Feedback is welcomed and appreciated! I love you all so much!! <3

Crowley smirked at Lucifer as the fallen archangel fell to his knees.  Lucifer withered in pain and all Crowley could do was chuckle.  He had big plans to torture Lucifer.  Crowley wasn’t going to spare Lucifer, not one bit.

“Do you remember [Y/N],” Crowley asked Lucifer, his tone snarky.  “She’s your soul mate isn’t she?  Pretty little thing she is.”

“Keep your hands off of her Crowley,” Lucifer seethed as he clutched his stomach.

“It’s more like she can’t keep her hands off of me,” Crowley mused, his eyes traveling to the door of the thrown room.  His smirk grew as you opened the door to the throne room.  “Oh look who’s here.”

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The promo and the GIF/photos inspired me…also on AO3 http://archiveofourown.org/works/9621602

Sharing is trusting

Alec’s hands are griping Magnus’ shirt backing him up towards the bedroom, leaning down to kiss him passionately as they go, lips crashing together as he’s pulled against the hard lines of shadowhunter body.

 Magnus is loving this turn of events just days after their first date but can’t help wonder why Alec suddenly seems so forward when something dawns on him. Quickly he breaks the kiss, gasping for breath with a hand on Alec’s chest to try and keep some space between them.


“Alexander…wait a moment please.” Magnus smiles at Alec and takes a small step away, hoping to slow things down a little.

“You do know just because I told you about the 17,000 doesn’t mean I expect to add you to that list right away. I think you and I could have something really special here and that means that I want to treasure every moment with you.

We don’t have to rush this, you only get one first time and you need to be sure you’re ready. And then, when you’re sure we’ll make it special, meaningful. Most of the others I don’t even remember their names, they were just a way to pass the time on lonely nights. A quick bit of fun, you already mean way more than that to me already, you know that right?”

Alec blushes and looks away, unable to hold Magnus’ gaze.

“I…I…I just want to make you happy. I don’t want you to find someone else Magnus, someone who knows how to do this, who can give you a proper relationship with everything that involves. How can I compare to all those other experiences you’ve had when I’ve literally done nothing! ”

Magnus slides his hand from Alec’s chest up to the front of his shoulder and rubs small comforting circles with his thumb until the shadowhunter looks at him again.

“Alexander, you don’t have to compete. You have my full attention and there is no one I want to spend time with more than you. I love just talking to you, I’d love to snuggle with you while we chat, kiss you some more but only if you want it too. It’s ok if we take this slow, just try not to overthink everything. You’re not the only one that feels vulnerable. ”


Alec searches Magnus face trying to figure out why the beautiful, confident man in front of him could possibly feel vulnerable.

“What are you worried about Magnus, you’ve lived forever, had so many experiences. You must know how handsome and wonderful you are, how attractive others find you.” Alec says, no heat behind his words just feeling confused still.

“Well, I try…” Magnus chuckles gesturing at himself, drawing attention to his make up and jewellery before looking a little more serious when he continues. “But there’s things about me you don’t know yet. I’m hoping you’ll get to know them eventually but let’s just say not everyone over the years has been as tolerant of warlocks as you are. Not all experiences are good ones.”

“You know that how I feel has nothing to do with you being a warlock or not. It’s you as a person that I like.” Alec reassures.

Magnus smiles up at Alec before taking a deep breath, his face now reflecting his inner insecurities and doubts, deciding if he really wants to continue with what he’s about to do.

“What’s is it Magnus? ” Alec asks as he notices not only the expression change but also the way Magnus whole body seems to have stiffened slightly.

“I want to show you something Alexander, I think it’ll help. You’ve told me about your insecurities and fears tonight so it’s only right I share a big one of my own. ” he tries to smile at the taller man but it feels week even to himself.

“Only if you’re sure…” Alec repeats back Magnus’ earlier sentiment.

“I’m sure…its just…I’ve lost people who I was interested in before over this, I don’t want to lose you but I don’t want to hide from you. I trust you and it’s important to me that you know exactly what you’re getting into before you decide if you want us to go further.” 


“Er…okay?” Alec says as he watches Magnus closes his eyes, take a deep breath and seems to steady himself for a moment. He takes both of Magnus’ hands in his, interlacing his own fingers with the other mans ringed fingers trying to reassure the man in front of him.

Slowly Magnus’ eyes flutter open and Alec’s breath catches at what he sees. Gone are the deep brown eyes that he’s used to seeing Magnus with, the expressive eyes that always give away what the warlock is feeling and now in their place are honey gold orbs with narrow almond shaped pupils. They seem to sparkle in the light and Alec can’t help but stare. 


Magnus looks away blinking as he puts the glamour back up, sadness reflected on his face as he tries to turn away and Alec immediately realises he’s not said anything yet and had just been examining the warlock marks, his gaze intense and emotionless as he tried to take in every detail. He quickly lifts his hand to cup Magnus’ face in his palm and guides it back towards him.

“You’re beautiful” he whispers, his voice breathy and low “seriously Magnus, I got a little lost looking at them and I’m sorry if that made you doubt my reaction but your eyes are just mesmerising.” Alec leans in to gently place a kiss on Magnus’ lips before pulling back to smile at him.

Magnus lets out the breath he hadn’t even realised he was still holding and smiles up at his boyfriend, his heart squeezes in his chest and he’s pretty sure it’s the last fragments of the walls he’d built crumbling and falling away. 

They stand like that for a few moments, neither one saying anything just looking at each other and smiling. Alec is the first to break the comfortable silence.

“Don’t feel like you ever have to hide from me Magnus, I love your real eyes and I’m honoured you felt ready to show me them. Now can we get back to where this night was originally going. I might have started with all the wrong reasons but I’m sure now. I trust you Magnus and I want to spend the night with you.”

“Alexander, you never cease to amaze me!” Magnus whispers as he reveals his cat eyes again and this time it’s him who reaches up to wrap his hand around the back of Alec’s neck, pulling him down to kiss him deeply as they slowly start walking their way to the bedroom again. 

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Magnus stirs early the next morning, the rising sun shining in his eyes where he forgot to close the curtains last night. What catches his eye though is the perfect form laying next to him, the sheet covering Alec’s lower body but his torso is bathed in sunlight and Magnus reaches out to trace the runes across the muscled sholders and back. 

Alec yawns and groans as he slowly wakes up, rolling over to smile at the warlock as long fingers slide from his back, across his ribs to land on his chest as he moves.  

“Morning sweetheart” Magnus whispers as he places a chaste kiss on Alec’s cheek.

“Hi,” Alec breathes “so last night really happened.” A blush spreading on his cheeks. 

“You don’t regret it do you?”

“Of course not Magnus, it was wonderful, you were amazing. I just wish I could have made it as good for you as it was for me” Alec ducks his head, avoiding Magnus’ gaze.

“Darling, you have no idea how good it was for me too. Being your first was an honour but it was my first time too. The first time I got to be with you, a memory I will always treasure. It’s something I hope to repeat often though.” Magnus chuckles and gives Alec a fond look.

Alec just smiles and snuggles close and rests his head on Magnus’ chest.

“I think I like that idea…very much!”

“You know Alexander, I think I had to kiss a lot of toads first but I finally found my prince in you.”

Alec just rolls his eyes at the cheesy comment but suddenly every last doubt he ever had about not being able to compare to everyone in Magnus’ past has gone. They might have got to have a small taste of this magical man but Alec is the one who gets to keep him.

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BROKEN PART TWO

Ten months later

The coffee shop that you normally went to every morning was closed for repairs. You had to go fifteen minutes out of your way to get your daily coffee fix.

It had been a regular morning. You woke up and made breakfast for the kids before sending them off to school. They only had a few weeks left before Christmas break. They were very excited about being out of school for the next three weeks.

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Imagine getting together with Chris.

A/N: Part 5 is here and I think I just died. OH MY GOD! As the writer, and as a reader- AHHHHHHHH! I’m sorry, I’m so calm right now. (No I am not, my heart) You can read the previous parts here: (Unexpected Reader - Part 1/Part 2/Part 3A/3B/Part 4A/4B) Please enjoy! X

Chris laid sprawled on his couch with furrowed brows, tapping his TV remote against his bare chest. It was 1:48AM and he had an early morning meeting tomorrow, but he was still wide awake. He couldn’t sleep because he had too much on his mind, like the fact that you were yet to read the letter he’d left- admitting his love for you- at your apartment. Since he left said letter at said apartment, with each hour that ticked by- he’d been texting your best friend asking if you’d read it. Each time, he’d get a text back from Ava telling him the same thing: “she’s not home yet.” It finally got to the ninth hour at 11:00PM that he stopped texting Ava and texted you instead, not to ask about the letter but to see if you were okay. Which brought forth the other thing that was keeping him up.

Chris had texted you to ask if you were okay, and you’d sent back a simple “perfect.” Now what was that suppose to mean? Were you perfect because your date with Sam went well? Were you perfect because you’d read his letter and was thinking about your answer? No, you couldn’t have read the letter already. You wouldn’t have just texted if you’d read it. He knew you and he knew you would’ve called if you’d read it, unless- you didn’t feel the same way, or had changed your mind about him since hearing about Scarlett and going on that date with Sam. He should’ve addressed that rumor the second it came out, talked to you about it instead of calling Scarlett and laughing about it. If he lost you because of it, it was his fault and his fault alone.

“What am I going to do, bud?” Chris asked Dodger, his best friend who was half asleep by his feet. “What am I going to do if I lose her?” Dodger looked up when Chris sat up and reached down to smooth his hand over his pup’s head. “She’s the one and I was too afraid to tell her that when I had the chance, and now-” He cut himself off with a huff, scratching Dodger’s head ever so gently. “I’m a real fucking idiot, aren’t I?”

“I’d say.”

Chris was so distracted that he didn’t even hear you come in from the back door; you’d a set of keys because he trusted you and occasionally needed you to come take care of Dodger for him. He jumped to his feet, feeling his heart in his throat. You were crying, but it was out of pure and utter joy as well as love for the man standing in front of you. His lips parted and he tried to speak, but no sound came forth. He’d play a thousand different scenarios in his head and ways to respond, but now that it was actually happening- he’d no clue what to say. He stepped over Dodger and started towards you, stopping when you took a step back. You held up the letter that you’d read four times in the cab ride over with the help of your iPhone’s torch. Each time you’d read it- you fell even harder for Chris; words you wanted to use to form a response danced in your mind. But now, as you stood in front of him, you couldn’t speak either. God, the two of you were made for each other.

“Y/N, I’m not dating Scarlett,” Chris finally spoke. Upon hearing those words leave his mouth, he wanted to slap himself. As important as that piece of information was, he wished his first words to you were “I love you.” Which was what he said next, drawing more happy tears from your eyes. “Please don’t cry,” he pleaded as he started towards you again, stopping when you held up a hand.

“I’m sorry, I just- I need a moment,” you told him and he nodded understandingly. “I um- This was-” you held up the letter, smiling. “It was a very Fan fic Chris thing to do,” you said and you both managed a light laugh. “How did you learn to write like that? Those first two paragraphs-”

“Y/N,” he cut you off, chuckling. “I don’t think we need to talk about my writing capabilities right this very second, do you?” He quizzed and you shook your head, swallowing. “You came here to tell me something,” he began as he slowly inched closer to you; step by step. “You came here to answer a question, to confess your true feelings.” You nodded slowly, feeling your heart on the verge of exploding. “So how about,” he grabbed you by the waist and pulled you towards him, “we get to that?”

“You’re not wearing a shirt,” you blurted out and grimaced at how awkward you were. Chris laughed, because how awkward you were was one of the things he loved about you. “I um…” You couldn’t believe how difficult it was to talk around a shirtless Chris; how his female co-stars managed was beyond you. His hands rubbing small, gentle circles into your sides weren’t helping your ability to speak coherently either. “Can you-” you put a hand on his chest to push him back; his heat radiated through your palm. “I just need some space so I can think.”

“I think we’ve done enough thinking, don’t you?” He returned to his original position, but this time a little closer and his grip a little tighter. “I’m done thinking and so are you,” he whispered as he dipped his head. With his lips inches from yours, his minty breath warm against your cheeks. “Do you love me?” He asked gently and you felt yourself nod as you got lost in his eyes; he smiled so wide, his pearly whites blinded you. “Do you want to kiss me?” He asked and got another breathless nod from you. “Good, because I love you and I want to kiss you too.”

The second his lips touched yours, everything fell into place. You realized that saying was a cliché you’d used many times before, in a quite a few of your stories, but not once had you truly understood or felt what you wrote. Not until now, not until you had Chris’ soft and supple lips pressed against yours. It was insane how good and how right it felt, and how many more clichés played through your mind. “He kissed you like your lips were the air that he needed to breathe”, and “he kissed you like there was no tomorrow”, and “his lips touched yours and sparks flew.” In that very moment, as his hands gently caressed your face while his lips worked against yours tenderly, attentively, and passionately- you lived through every romantic, breathtaking kiss scene you’d ever written. It felt like pure and utter magic- and yes, you realized that was yet another cliché but God, you didn’t care. You were happy because you were kissing the one you could, and had pictured forever with.

“Fuck,” Chris breathed when he broke the kiss, resting his forehead against yours. “Sorry,” he chuckled breathlessly and you shook your head, smiling. You could feel how flaming hot your cheeks were, as well as how wide your smile was; it was wider than it’d ever been. “I don’t mean to swear in your face, I just- that was fucking amazing. I mean- Fuck,” he cussed again, laughing. “You have no idea how long I’ve been wanting to do that.”

“Why don’t you do it again?” Your arms wrapped around his neck as you inched closer to his lips.

You didn’t have to ask him twice; he chuckled and kissed you again, moaning ever so softly when your hands found their way into his un-gelled hair. Now you weren’t a girl he wanted to rush things with because he respected you, but he was so swept up- in the passion, and the romance, and the very obvious lust in the air- that he couldn’t help himself. His hands reached under your thighs and he swiftly lifted you up, wrapping your legs around his waist. You knew what was happening and what would happen if you let it, and though you always promised your mom you wouldn’t rush into things- this was Chris and she’d always wished you’d end up with him after reading your series. Now that the opportunity had arise, surely she wouldn’t blame you for taking things a little faster than usual. It wasn’t like he was going to run out on you, the letter made it pretty damn clear he was here to stay.

He broke the kiss and smiled, carrying you as he started towards the stairs. He didn’t know who to thank for you, just every thread in the universe that brought the two of you together. You did the same thing, brushing his bearded cheek with your thumb.

“Does Ava know you’re not going to be there when she wakes up?” That question was his subtle was of asking for consent; he wouldn’t and couldn’t do anything you were uncomfortable with. He knew the hold he had on you, but he’d never use it to his advantage. Similarly, you knew the hold you had on him and you’d never use that to your advantage either.

“I think Ava will figure it out.”

“Yeah,” Chris bit back his growing smile, “I think she will too.”

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I just love you so fucking much

(Zach Dempsey mini-series part II)

Part I Part III

A/N: Here you have a second part, I think I’m going two more parts (like a mini series) so enjoy it :)

Warnings: English is not my first language.

Words: 1.793

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It had been almost four months since Zach asked me out that wonderful day and I’m glad to say that I made the right decision because being with him was the best thing that had happened to me in a long time.

I already knew how kind he could be, but now it was something totally different, he made me feel like if there were no one else in this world but us, he always had a compliment for me in the mornings and the thing I liked the most was that he never tried to hide our relationship, in fact, there were times that it looked like he wanted everyone to know that we were together.

Nevertheless I didn’t like spending time with his friends, I have to say that Alex was my favourite and we used to talk in school, Justin was better than I expected, Monty thought he was better than everyone else and I didn’t even want to see Bryce, having him around made me feel uncomfortable.

Even though everything was ideal there was something around my head lately and it was the fact that we hadn’t done it yet. There had been so many opportunities, but we didn’t make it to the end.

We were taking things slowly and I loved it because that was one of the reasons why our relationship was drama free, bit when it came to that particular thing I couldn’t help but feel bad with myself because it was always him the one who avoided the situation and I knew he had been in other relationships and one night stands, so I couldn’t understand why he didn’t want to have sex with me.

“Oh come on love” he begged pulling my hand backwards in his direction so I could face him “come to the party, you never come to any of them” he was making a puppy face, something he knew that always worked.

“Maybe because I don’t like parties and because you always get drunk” I answered trying to stay firm.

“I promise, if you come I won’t drink a single cup” he said lifting his hand, like he was doing an oath.

“I don’t know Zach… I don’t feel like going to a party” I stopped looking at him and I lowered my tone “but that doesn’t mean you can’t go and have fun”

If there were something I wanted to avoid that was being a possessive girlfriend, one who deprives his boyfriend of things if she’s not involved, I didn’t want to make Zach stop having fun because of my insecurities.

“I would have fun if you were there” I looked at him in the eyes again, with all the love I had to give him with just a look and he brought his lips to mine immediately.

“I’m going to be late for math” I mumble between kisses.

“Then I’ll see you later” he said before giving me another kiss in my lips and other in my forehead, he let my hand go and left for his next class.

I walked to math where I sat with Alex, which wasn’t a great help because neither him nor me were good in this class.

While we were doing the exercises the teacher had said, and I had to say I was trying really hard to understand something in that paper, Alex talked.

“Are you going to tell me what the matter is?” I lifted my head to look at him, I didn’t get what he was talking about “You’re awfully quiet today and what’s even worst, you’re trying to do this exercises, something is really wrong” I sighed, resting my back in the chair; I didn’t think it was so obvious.

“Normally I wouldn’t say this to anyone, I’m not that kind of person who talks about her private life, but since you know Zach longer than me, maybe you can help me with something” I lowered my voice so no one could hear us, even though we were sitting at the back of the class.

“I’m listening”

“The thing is… Zach and me, we haven’t… you know” I didn’t want to say it out loud, but he got what I was trying to say “and it’s always him the one who makes some excuse to avoid the situation and I’m losing my mind trying to find a reasonable answer”

“Have you asked him?” he said it as if it was the most obvious thing to do.

“Of course no, I don’t want to scare him or something. I mean, it’s Zach, why wouldn’t he want to do it? I know his history perfectly”

“Do you think he’s cheating on you?”

“What?!” I exclaimed in a whisper “Not until now, thank you Alex”

I didn’t want Alex’s words to get to me, but unfortunately it was too late, they were setting a camp in my head and taking control of my insecurities.

“I’m sorry, I thought you were trying to say that” I couldn’t be mad at Alex for suggesting that, I’m sure that’s the first thing you think about in a situation like this.

The bell rang and I got my things really quick to get out of there before Zach came to pick me up like he always did between classes.

I didn’t want to overreact because I hated when that happened, but I couldn’t help the feeling inside me telling me to go home, so I listened to it and I left without saying a word.

There were no one at home, so I went upstairs to my room and once I was there I let myself fall on my bed with my hands on my face, like if that could make reality disappear, I was making a big deal of this.

My phone rang again, it’s been ringing since I left, calls and messages form the same person, Zach. I hadn’t read the messages, but I could imagine he wanted to know where I was and what was going on and as much I wanted to avoid the situation I couldn’t do it forever, so I took my phone and I read the messages, replying to them just with “I’m home.”

I didn’t get an answer, but I knew why and when I heard someone knocking at my door I confirmed my doubts.

I went downstairs and opened, when I saw him I noticed how worried he was, but he didn’t say anything due to the expression on my face. I step aside so he could come inside and I closed the door, going to my room again followed by Zach this time.

When I heard he closing the door I turned to look at him, trying to prepare myself for what I was going to say.

“Zach… are you cheating on me?” I pushed my lips together after asking that, I didn’t want to cry for this.

“What?! Of course not, why would you think that?” he asked sorting the space between us and trying to grab my hand, which I moved away.

“Because I don’t know what to think, I’m losing my head trying to understand why every time we’re about to do something more than just make out you stop and make some excuse to leave” his expression was confusion, he was going to say something, but he closed his mouth again “If you don’t want me you just have to say it, but please… don’t make me fall more for you” my voice was cracking more and more by the second “Because I will suffer more when you leave” He sighed and looked me right in the eyes, putting his hands on my cheeks.

“In what world I wouldn’t want you?” he asked looking from my eyes to my lips and back to my eyes again, like if he was doing a big effort by not kissing me right now.

“Then why?”

“Because I love you” my heart stopped in that exact moment, he was the first of us to say those words “and I didn’t want you to think that you were like the rest, because you’re nothing like them”

I put my arms around his neck and I kissed him like I’ve never kissed him before. He brought his hands to my waist and kissed me back passionately making both of us breathless.

“I love you Zach” I said just a few inches from his lips just before he kissed me again.

I felt him smile widely while we were kissing due to my words and I couldn’t help but giggle and break the kiss.

With his arms around my waist he lifted me from the ground; I put my legs around his waist and laughed even more. He walked to my bed, tripping over my bag in the process and making us fall in the mattress.

“You were supposed to be the clumsy one” he said, still on top of me.

“We can share the title” I answered cupping his face between my hands and kissing him.

His kisses were different from the usual, this time they were more passionate and needed, which turned me on so much.

I put my hands on his shoulders, grabbing the neck of his letterman jacket with my hands and taking it off of him.

Then I slide my hands down his torso until I reached the end of his t-shirt and I got my hands under the fabric so I could touch his warm skin. He kissed his way through my lips to my neck making me moan a little and lifting his shirts quickly.

He sit himself straight to take the shirt off completely and I could look at his spectacular body, which a loved feeling on mine.

He put his hands in the sides of my head again, but before he kissed me again I enclosed my arms around his neck and made us roll on the mattress so I would be on top of him.

I looked at him, smiling like a fool when I saw his smile. I sorted the distance to kiss him, but this time slowly, just enjoying the friction between his lips with mine.

I stopped the kiss to look at him again, caressing the soft skin on his cheeks.

“What’s wrong?” he asked

“Nothing” I stopped for a second “I was just looking how lucky I am” I whispered.

He put his hands on my hips while he sat straight under my legs, in that position our faces were at the same height, but I can swear my heart was above the clouds.

“Oh god I just love you so fucking much” he said with a waspy voice before he sweetly kissed me again.

Imagine Chris trying not to break his promise.

A/N: This was meant to be a one shot, but um- I have a feeling I have another mini series on my hands. Oh God, forgive the bad timing. 😂 It probably won’t be a full-blown mini series, just a few parts. 🤷🏻‍♀️ I’ll see the comments then I’ll decide.

Chris stood outside your apartment block, leaning against his car as he waited for you to show. It was the same drill every morning, ever since your script was bought by Paramount and he was hired to be the director. You didn’t drive and Chris was- well, he was a good guy with a heart of gold; he was always more than happy to go out of his way to drive Sebastian Stan’s baby sister. It was more because of his fond feelings towards you than a favor to his best friend that he was making these detours. And speaking of Sebastian, Chris couldn’t help but think back to what your brother had instructed him to do about his feelings for you.

“Shove it somewhere no one will find, not even you.” Sebastian had told him. “Her career is just blossoming, Chris. It’s bad enough people think Paramount bought her script because of me, if they find out the two of you are…” Sebastian didn’t have to finish his sentence because Chris knew exactly what people would say if they found out you were dating him; the director hired to make your first script into a movie. “I know you care about her, so don’t do this to her.”

Chris sighed because he knew Sebastian was right, he couldn’t let his being with you overshadow your first big break. So he made a promise, a promise that kept him from making a move until the filming and the press tours were done. He’d been just friends with you for so long, what was another six months? It wasn’t like he hadn’t told you how he felt and you could’ve been taken from him at any second; you knew exactly how he felt and you’d told him you felt the same way. You just shared your brother’s concerns and asked politely if the two of you could remain friends until the movie was done and all the dust had settled.

Chris spotted you as soon as you walked out of your apartment building. He chuckled because he could tell from the way your earphones were in, you had forgotten the drill again. You didn’t forget, you just expected him not to drive an hour out of his way to come get you because you’d told him time and time again you were fine taking the bus or a cab. But time and time again, he’d show up at your door ready to pick you up for work.

You were listening to Taylor Swift’s ‘I Know Places’, trying hard not to wince at the irony of your situation. Her song was the perfect depiction of your current relationship with Chris, though it had not yet blossomed as you didn’t know places you could hide away with him. You wished you did, but you knew it wouldn’t have been that simple even if you did; it was never simple when you were constantly under the limelight. The limelight that was worst now that you were starting to make a name for yourself, and not just known as Sebastian Stan’s baby sister. You liked Chris, but you didn’t want to throw your career away before it even started. You couldn’t, especially when being a screen writer was everything you’d ever wanted since you were a little kid. You could still remember how you would write little skits and Sebastian would act it out; your brother was always so supportive of you, you couldn’t disappoint him now.

“Good morning,” Chris stepped in front of you as you started to walk past him. You jumped back, yelping, then huffed when you realized it was just Chris. “Sorry,” he chuckled, gently pulling your earphones from your ears. “I forget that you always have your music up really loud.” He passed you the cables and you chuckled, unplugging it from your phone and stuffing it into your bag. “I see you forgot you have a personal chauffeur.”

“I see you went in the wrong direction again,” you quipped and he laughed. “You know you don’t have to do this every morning, I’m perfectly fine taking public transport.” He shrugged nonchalantly. “I am an hour out of the way, Chris. I’m dragging you out of bed way too early, you-”

“You need to realize that I’d drive two hours out of my way for you,” he cut you off with a smile and you found yourself smiling along with him. “Now,” he slapped his hands together, rubbing them with delight. “Have you had breakfast? 'Cause I haven’t and Frank’s Bistro is,” he threw his thumb over his shoulder, “calling.”

“Do we have time?” You asked and he nodded without even glancing at his watch. “Chris,” you laughed, grabbing his wrist to look at the time. It was 7:30AM, and neither of you had to be at the studio until 10AM. As the drive was- from your place- one hour and forty minutes, the two of you had time for breakfast. “Okay,” you released his wrist and he smiled, moving beside you as the two of you walked down to Frank’s. “Breakfast is on me.”

“I prefer breakfast on a plate,” he leaned in and teased with a whisper in your ear, “but I’m more than happy to have you after.” You blushed, but laughed as you shoved him playfully. “Aren’t you glad Seb isn’t here to keep me in check?”

“No,” you tried not to smile as you bit, making Chris laugh so hard he grabbed his left pec. “It’d be much better if he were here,” you said out loud, then thought to yourself when you felt your heart flutter at the sight of Chris, “'cause you’re not the only one that he needs to keep in check.”


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After Frank’s famous Belgian waffles, you and Chris sipped on chai teas and chatted. You still had time before you had to start the drive, and with Chris’ driving- you could afford a few extra minutes. It was always nice to spend time with Chris. You’d been a fan of him since his Johnny Storm days so one could only imagine your excitement when you heard your big brother was going to be working with him on Captain America.

The first time you met Chris was on the set, after weeks of bugging Sebastian- he finally agreed to take you. He was very hesitant about bringing you along knowing how badly you crushed on his co-star. Sebastian had always been a very protective older brother because of the ten year age gap, if he could- he would’ve kept you from all the bad in the world. Of course this didn’t mean he thought Chris was bad, he just wasn’t mentally ready to see you with a guy; a guy he saw you having forever with. He knew you’d bug him to bring you onto the set eventually, so he spent the weeks leading up to that moment to scout Chris out. It was the first time he’d worked with Chris Evans and he needed to know if he was good enough for his baby sister; it didn’t take long, just like it didn’t take long for you and Chris to become close.

Seven years of friendship might make one question why you and Chris didn’t date before you made your big break. You could blame Sebastian’s overprotectiveness, but that wasn’t the main reason. Yeah, he didn’t want you to date Chris until you turned twenty-three at most. But even after you did, you didn’t feel ready to be in a relationship with someone as futuristic and intense as Chris. It wasn’t a bad thing to be because you were the same, you just knew if you’d gotten together with him at the wrong time- you’d lose an amazing guy who you could easily marry and have kids with. You wanted the timing to be perfect, and just as it came close- your script sold and Chris became your director, killing all chances of dating him for a while.  

“I know we’ve been friends for a while now,” Chris began and you tuned back into the conversation. “But I still feel like you haven’t told me everything there is to know about yourself. So what are you hiding from me, Miss Stan?”

“Please,” you laughed. “We’ve been friends for seven years, you know everything there is to know about me. Even some incredibly personal and blackmail worthy details,” you reminded him and he suppressed laughter at all the deep, dark secrets he’d found out about you over the years. “I’m an open book, Mr. Evans.”

“As open as you are, I’m sure there’s a hidden chapter somewhere.”

“Nope, not this girl,” you shook your head. “What you see is what you get.”

“Well, if you ever think of anything,” he smiled, “You know I’m always here for you, right?”

“Yeah, I know,” you reached over the table and patted his hand, “you’re a really good friend.”

“Friend,” he repeated, grimacing. You rolled your eyes with a bit back smile because you knew he was just being overdramatic; he knew very well where he stood when it came to you and your feelings. “Wow, that- that is really hurtful, Y/N. I mean- I’ve professed my love for you and you hit me with a 'you’re a really good friend’. That is stone cold,” he pressed his hand to his heart, “you’re breaking my fragile heart.”

“Like you believe you’re in the friend zone.”

“I’m not your boyfriend, so…” He trailed off, pressing his lips together to hide his smile. You rolled your eyes and he laughed, reaching over the table to take your hand in his. “Maybe Seb really needs to be around when we hang out. What do you think about changing our male lead?” He joked and you laughed, but your eyes remained on Chris’ hand playing with yours. “What’s going on in that pretty little brain of yours?” He asked, squeezing your hand to catch your gaze.

“Pretty little brain of mine?” You scoffed, pulling your hand away. He chuckled as you said, “that seems slightly offensive, Mr. Feminist.” You knew he didn’t mean offense, he’d never do anything to offend you ever. “Let’s see, what goes on in this pretty little brain of mine.” You smirked at him as you repeated his phrase and he winced with a smile. “Well, story ideas- but that’s obvious.” He nodded. “Fluffy puppies like Dodger.” He smiled. “Gummi Bears.” He chuckled. “And one very handsome man.”

“One very handsome man by the name of Chris?” He smirked.

“Oh my God,” you gasped, “how’d you know I was thinking about Chris Pratt?

"Oh wow,” he tried not to laugh as he feigned offense. “That is- wow, Y/N. Low blow.”

“No,” you reached for his hand and smiled sweetly. “There’s only one Chris I think about.” He smiled as you entwined your fingers with his. “It’s not Pratt, or Pine, or Hemsworth.” His smile widened and you tried not to laugh as you wiped that smile off his face with, “it’s Chris Wood.”

“Very funny,” he rolled his eyes and you giggled, drawing your hand back. There was a short moment of silence that brought the two of you to the reality of your situation, saddening you and Chris. “This is a lot harder than I thought it’d be,” he admitted, licking his dry lips.

“Me too,” you sighed.

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Part 2

Title: “I Don’t Wanna Live Forever”

@ohmypageet requested: Hey! I wanna ask you ‘bout if you write song fics or not. If you do can you write negan x reader one with the song “I don’t wanna live forever” (by Zayn and Taylor Swift)

Character(s): Negan and Reader
Summary: Negan realizes the truth to the saying, “you never know what you have until you’ve lost it.” When you, one of his wives, decide to leave him, you wonder if you’ve made the right decision and Negan starts to question if he should have let you go in the first place.
Word Count: 3,208
Warning: Angst (kinda)???
Author’s Note: All right. I have listened to this song multiple times and @ohmypageet, thank you so so much for sending this request in. It definitely took me out of my comfort zone and I loved writing this story! It also shows a different side of Negan that we all know he’s capable of having ;-). So, here’s to my first attempt at a songfic, and I hope you enjoy it! :-)

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Song: I Don’t Wanna Live Forever by ZAYN and Taylor Swift (lyrics are in italics)

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(requested by anon)

Kai Parker x Reader
word count
: 4 295
warning : smut 
summary : Kai is on the phone and Reader is suuupppeeer horny , but he wont pay attention to her and she decides to take matters in her hands.
* gif by christophwood
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An afternoon at home. It was what Y/N and Kai loved most - just the two of them and no one around to interrupt them or butt in. They sat on the couch , his arm around her shoulders while the low noise from the TV disturbed the silence. Kai could feel her heart beat racing when he brushed his palm against her cheek making her turn around towards him. Their lips met in a deep kiss and just as he was about to back her against the couch , his phone rang. Kai closed his eyes and sighed , reaching for the phone on the coffee table. Y/N couldn’t see the caller ID but whoever it was , Kai decided he had to take the call.
“Hello ?”
Y/N got off him , sitting on the other end of the couch , not taking her eyes off him. Getting interrupted was the last thing she wanted in that moment. Ever since she had woken up that morning her skin had felt on fire and it had nothing to do with the heat outside. It had everything to do with Kai. They had been together for almost a whole year now but every single day with him felt like the first , every touch , every kiss felt as if it was happening for the first time. It was enough for him just to look at her , brush his fingertips lightly against her skin and she’d melt completely. Y/N got up , running her fingers through her hair and went to get a snack from the kitchen feeling Kai’s gaze following her.
That call seemed to be taking forever because when she walked back to the living room he was still talking with whoever it was on the other end of the line. Y/N tossed herself on the couch , resting one of her legs on Kai’s lap and sitting on her other leg. Every time she tried to get his attention things didn’t work out in her favour. No matter what she tried , he just shut her down.
Y/N felt on fire just starring at him , watching his lips move and listening to his sexy voice. Not to mention his eyes - they drove her completely crazy. Kai was looking hotter than ever , wearing a black t-shirt and boxers , his hair was a bit longer and he had a slight beard which she loved so much to play with. Her panties were pooling and the longer he ignored her the worse things seemed to get. Kai brushed his fingertips innocently across her leg sending shivers all over her body and pushed it off his lap.
“Yeah , no , of course not -”
“Kai ?”
Kai motioned with his finger for her to wait a moment and continued talking to whoever it was on the other end of the line. A groan of frustration left her lips and she moved closer to him , placing her hand on his chest not taking her eyes off him. Slowly she moved her hand down towards his hip and leaned in placing a soft kiss on his cheek , leaving another and another on her way to his neck pulling herself closer to him.
‘I am so wet because of you.’ she whispered in his ear , swinging her leg over him and sitting on his lap. Y/N straddled him slowly tryng to find any relief for the pressure , looking him in the eyes while biting her lip. Kai glanced at her and pushed her away without saying a word. She tried hard not to groan in frustration again and sat on his thigh not willing to give up just yet. Whoever it was on the other end of the line could probably wait a few minutes , a half hour or longer.
Get off the phone , please.’ she mouthed but he only shook his head slightly.
It was hot as hell outside and she was barely wearing a t-shirt which made it so much easier for her to get what she wanted. If Kai wasn’t planing on hanging up any time soon , then she’d have to take care of it herself and since he didn’t like it when she had fun by herself there was only one other option left. He looked at her with curious eyes as her fingers brushed through his soft hair gripping on it lightly.
So hot. How can you be so hot?’ she mouthed trailing her finger on his jawline and down his chest all the way down to the slight bulge in his boxers.
Kai slapped her hand away but Y/N didn’t give up. She straddled his thigh slowly at first , looking innocently at Kai seeing his eyes darkening and starting to burn with fire. He gave her a warning look which she completely ignored , finding a way to snake her hands under his shirt and up his bare chest. A low growl came from deep inside his throat and he pushed both her hands away. Y/N pouted and continued swaying her hips on his thigh a little faster.
You can have me any way you want-’ she mouthed.
Kai’s eyes widened a little and she could swear his smirk was hiding at the corners of his mouth. His eyes were darkening with lust more and more as she picked up the pace.
“What ?” she wondered out loud.
Her hands squeezed her breasts and she held her lip between her teeth. Soft moans tumbled off her lips and she started moving her hips a even faster , picking up the pace more and more each movement. Her fingers tangled in his hair and she could see the slight bulge in Kai’s boxers become more visible. Y/N tried to suppress a smile - perhaps she would get what she wanted after all. There was no way he’d let her walk away after this.
‘Fuck me Ma -’ she whispered.
Kai glanced at her and pressed his hand over her mouth until Y/N pushed it away. Her eyes pleaded with him but he only pushed her hands away again. He was trying hard to focus on what Damon was saying in his attempt to convince Kai to help him with something but it was getting harder and harder for him to think clearly. His girl just didn’t give up and it appeared the more he pushed her away the more determined she got. Kai could feel his boxers tighten around him and it was more than clear how eager Y/N was. Her teasing was driving him completely mad , making his skin feel like it was on fire. He was pretty sure Damon could hear everything from the other end of the line if he listened carefully. Y/N looked at him with innocent eyes and grabbed his free hand placing it on her breasts.
‘Hang up -’ she mouthed.“- please.”
Kai shook his head , mouthing ‘No.’
A smile spread across her face. For someone who kept saying no and pushing her away , Kai surely seemed to enjoy a lot what she was doing. His hand massaged her breasts through her (well , his) shirt while her hand massaged his member through his boxers. Her boyfriend closed his eyes for a moment and pushed her hand away. Y/N knew he was this close to getting him to hang up , she only had to take it up a notch. She pushed aside her panties letting her clit touch his bare skin and started moving faster , her moans getting a little louder the closer to her release she got. His thigh was starting to get wet and to add more to it she reached her hand down to her core rubbing her clit.
Kai’s eyes widened a little , drifting between her parted lips and what she was doing with her fingers and he forgot completely what the call was about. He cleared his throat , trying to return his attention to the phone call but it was too late. Y/N had his complete attention. His girl was starting to move ever faster on his thigh , her moans getting louder each time and Kai pressed his hand over her mouth to keep her quiet while he finishes his phone call.
“Yeah.” he said not taking his eyes off Y/N , seeing her eyelids fluttering closed as she was getting closer to her release. “I’ll call you later. There is something that requires my immidiate attention. No. I don’t care you are under a time crunch.”
Kai ended his phone call and left his phone near the reading lamp. He watched her continuing to ride his thigh faster now. Y/N looked so hot in that moment he felt his boxers tighten around him even more , watching her run her fingers through her hair before placing her hands on his shoulders for support. She threw her head back a bit feeling her walls tighten more and more as she neared her release. A louder moan came from her lips as her fingers found their way in his hair gripping on it lightly as her orgasm tore through her body. It didn’t even seem like she had noticed he had hung up until his voice returned her to reality.
“Having fun?” asked Kai with a devilish smirk on his face. Y/N met his eyes and hummed in response. He furrowed his brows. “Without me ?”
Trick question. she thought , biting the inside of her cheek.
Kai’s eyes were flashing with a warning. Technically she hadn’t broken his rule , she was riding him but - part of her doubted that would count. Whatever he had planned to get back at her made her horny all over again.
“Wouldn’t dream of it.”
Kai laughed under his breath for a moment , contemplating what was to come. Y/N had droven him mad and now it was his time. He couldn’t decide what to do first.
“You are such a naughty girl.” he said in a low seductive voice , tucking in a strand of hair behind her ear. “Were you really that horny you couldn’t wait 5 more minutes?”
Y/N placed her hand on the bulge in his boxers massaging it slightly for a moment before sliding her hands up his chest and towards the back of his head. Her eyes drifting between his eyes and his lips the entire time.
“I’ve been waiting exactly -” she glanced at the clock for a second “- 43 minutes and 19 seconds for you to stop talking and even look at me. Was that phone call really more important than doing me me ?”
“Nothing is more important than doing you , sweetheart.” he smiled.
Kai’s lips crashed against hers , more hungry and demanding than ever. His hands moved up her back , pulling her towards him while her hips moved faster against him. His fingers tangled in her hair , both of them moaning into the kiss when he grabbed a fist full of her hair pulling her head back an away from him.
“You want me to pay attention to you baby ?”
“Yes.” she answered , knowing fully well he knows the answer already.
Kai smirked devilishly at her and the next second she was pinned to the couch with her wrists held over her head. A smile tugged at the corners of her mouth. He brushed his fingers against her cheek , lightly touching her lips with his fingertips.
“Well – you got my undivided attention now.”
Kai’s lips crashed against hers again , demanding and hungrier than ever kissing her as if he was trying to swallow her whole, his crotch pushing against hers the entire time. Y/N struggled to free her wrists with no luck , wishing she could pull him even closer to her even though there was nowhere to go. His hand slid up her shirt massaging her breasts for a second before his fingers gripped on her shirt - his shirt - tearing it off her in a split second , tossing it somewhere on the floor. Kai left wet sloppy kisses on his way down to her core , his eyes never leaving hers. He pulled the front of her panties up so hard the fabric dug into her core cutting through it making her moan out a little louder.
“You were so distracting – teasing me like that with your wondering hands. You just can’t keep them off me , can you ? ” cooed Kai , brushing his nose against her sensitive clit making her moan out softly.

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Near Light

Request: Just know it’s sad. And I suggest you listen to Near Light by Olafur Arnalds. (I’m also so sorry this is such shit.)

Word count: 1,770

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This had to be no more than a nightmare.

How could this have happened to you? You’d been warned that people had it out for Samcro but never the extent of what was happening to you. Your husband, Happy, had told you to be cautious because things were going down and you just needed to be careful.

It was always known that when this was said, you do not go anywhere without the escort of a Samcro member, even if it be a prospect. But of course, you being the stubborn woman you are, you’d completely ditched the rules and had gone out alone. You were only out for a grocery run and cigarettes, but in such a short amount of time, everything began to go wrong.

You were sure if Happy found out, he’d be more than murderous and a little upset with you for the fact you’d gone out alone when he constantly begged you not to. The Samcro family was not on lockdown, ever, but it was still cautioned at the time. Apparently, they’d really pissed off some sick people.

Making it to the grocery store, you hadn’t noticed the vehicle that had followed you from a reasonable distance the entire time and even parked a row over away from you but kept an eye on your car. You’d never been so blind and naive in your life and you’ve every right to beat yourself up over it.

You’d gotten the groceries into your truck, packed everything away and had even made it to the tobacco store to pick up a case or two of cigarettes before you even made it home. And you did make it home, into the safety of your walls with armfuls of groceries.

Breaking glass had you alert, dropping the groceries in the kitchen to look at the front door where the glass on it had been broken and a gloved hand was coming through to twist the knob once unlocking it. Your body was frozen in place, stuck where you stood in your home, a gun a mere five feet away in a kitchen drawer for easy access. But you seemingly couldn’t break out of your fear struck stage.

With the front door swinging open and masked men bustling into your home, the sight of their guns seemed to break you, immediately lunging for the drawer but a muffled shot to your shoulder had you screaming in pain and collapsing to the floor. Blood dripping from the wound, soaking your tanned shirt and dripping to the floor as well.

You’d never felt pain so excruciating and this was unbearable in so many ways. Tears streaked down your cheeks, hands grabbing your feet and beginning to tie your ankles together had you becoming aware of your surroundings again. You let out another blood-curdling scream, trying to kick at the male but several more come to his aid, holding you down with ease.

The struggling ceases, along with the screaming as a hand is over your mouth, leaving you a muffled mess. Your hands and feet are tied in quick succession, your body being lifted and quickly carried out of your home but not before a message is left scrawled in your blood on the wall.

Happy only comes home because you’d not been answering his phone calls and seeing your car outside in the driveway settled a fear that was bubbling deep inside of him. But the moment he saw the broken glass on the front door, the door left ajar, the fear settled back in along with anger. Upon further walking into your shared home, he first noticed the message scrawled in dried blood on the wall, staining your white painted walls, a puddle of blood on the floor.

‘BLOOD FOR BLOOD’

This meant one thing, and one thing only. The club had killed one of Darby’s family members, it being an accidental thing when they’d decided to raid his place.

He was hesitant about asking the guys for help, he’s never liked having to ask for help but he knows he can’t do this on his own. He’s only known you’ve been gone for ten minutes and he’s already feeling distraught, hands wringing together tightly as he paces around your home, looking for any other signs, something to let him know that you’re still alive and he’s not going to be finding your dead body.

Once he’s searched the home twice to only find nothing to help his case, he calls Jax, begs him to get the boys rallied up and headed to his place, that he’ll explain everything when everyone was there.

The sound of motorcycles was heard just five minutes after he and Jax got off the phone, and the first face he sees coming in through the front door is Jax, followed by the others.

Jax opens his mouth to speak but the sight of the blood-scrawled message on the wall has him completely silent for once in his life. His heart is in his throat, swallowing thickly and looking to Happy who’s got tears in his eyes though he’s trying to quickly blink them away.

“Darby.” Jax nods, looking to the boys. “Back on the bikes, let’s go!”

Everyone seemed to move faster than Happy had ever seen them move though he supposes they could say the same thing for him. He’s on his bike with his helmet on in a matter of moments. He’s also the first to leave his yard, the first one down the street, and the first one speeding so much he’s sure he’d be pulled over if the cops cared enough to do so.

It was like he couldn’t even think right, couldn’t focus on one thing other than getting to Darby’s. Everyone knows Darby isn’t very smart and because this is payback, he’s going to make sure that Happy knows exactly where to find his wife; alive or dead.

The drive seems like it takes forever, hours upon hours but Happy’s at Darby’s trailer house on the outskirts of Charming, barely even able to put his bike on its kickstand before he’s rushing the front door.

“Y/N!” He yells, having made it minutes before the boys, pulling his gun from his jeans and kicking the door in with surprising ease. The sight before him, his wife laid out, blood smeared across the floor like there was a struggle.

It all has Happy sick to his stomach, heart dropping from his chest into his stomach as he walks closer to her barely moving body. He can see the small but labored rise and fall of your chest, indicating you’re still alive and you’re breathing.

He drops to his knees, sliding to your side and carefully cradling your body to his chest, a shaking hand ghosting over you, trying to find the source of the blood but there’s so much of it and tears are clouding his vision. He can’t see straight.

“Baby? Baby stay with me, c'mon. I’ve got you, you’re gonna be alright, okay?” His voice wavers, little shakes and breaks here and there and you suck in as deep a breath as you can, your cloudy eyes opening and looking at Happy.

His features are blurry, you can barely make him out but his voice soothes you, the fear that’s settled deep in your chest at the thought of dying. But you’re oddly becoming peaceful at Happy’s close proximity, his voice in your ear as he nuzzles you close.

“H-Happy, no it’s O-okay, I’m okay.”  You cough, blood spilling down the side of your mouth, Happy beginning to rock you gently, not able to stifle the sob that leaves his lips.

You’ve never heard him cry like this, never in your life and it’s beginning to scare you. He couldn’t do this to you, you were going to be okay and he had to understand that.

But he watches as the life begins to leave your body, watches as you go limp in his grip and the rise and fall of your chest halts completely. An animalistic cry leaves his lips, head falling back as he cradles your lifeless body to his chest.

It’s like a hole is being ripped in his chest and his heart is being clawed out viciously. You’d only been married for almost a year, you hadn’t even had your first anniversary as husband and wife.

How could you be taken away so quickly? How could anyone do this to you?

Jax jogs his way up the steps into the trailer house, hearing Happy’s cries and the way he repeats 'no’ over and over. Jax sees your body in Happy’s grip, how he’s gripping at you like it’ll bring you back and keep you with him but you’re already gone.

Chibs makes his way over, hand settling on Happy’s shoulder and squeezing gently. “C'mon, brotha. We need to get her out of here.” He whispers, Happy’s body shaking under his hand as he nods and carefully stands. He carries your body outside to the van when Juice shows up in it, sitting in the back with you in his grip and caressing your hair back gently.

-

It’s been a week since Happy had found you, a week of not waking up to your face, a week of not hearing your voice, an entire fucking week since he’d last held you in his arms. It’s like a decline in his life like he’s under water and being held under.

He’d not left the house but to help plan your funeral and that was only for a short two hours. He was back at your house, curled in sheets that smelled so deeply of you, face buried in your pillow and crying himself to sleep again.

When it came time for your funeral, he dressed heavily in Samcro attire, pulling his kutte on over his jacket, sliding on his rings and necklace.

Riding to the funeral, he was head of everyone, the boys following behind in an almost practiced sequence, the entire group following the hearse that carried your dead body.

And when your coffin was lowered into the ground, Happy couldn’t help but collapse by the grave and beg you to come back, Jax and Chibs standing at his sides, hands rested on his shoulders as he cries.

-

Each anniversary, Happy goes out of his way to buy himself dinner and you a large bouquet of flowers and have a candle lit dinner at your grave with you.

No matter what, he won’t miss it for the world, and he won’t let you go.

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(requested by anon)

Kai Parker x Reader 
word count
: 4 366
summary : Reader and Kai have loved each other before he got sent to Hell and when he comes back they meet again. 
 *gif by jake-riley
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A sigh came from behind her just as she was putting on her shirt but before she had had time to turn around, Kai placed his hands over her eyes.
“Kai what are y-”
“Shhh…” he shushed her. “Come with me.”
Kai led her down the hallway , as she stumbled every few steps. It had been the 7 month anniversary since the day they had met and Kai wanted to make something special to surprise her. He wanted to celebrate every moment they shared together. Preparing the surprise however had been a little trickier with her in the apartment. He had been trying very very hard not to let her see any of it before things are ready.
“You are the most special person I’ve ever had in my life.” he said as they walked to the balcony right outside his apartments living room. “And I know you said you didn’t want me to do anything special for today but I feel like we should celebrate the little moments , you know. Though meeting you was quite possibly the biggest moment in my life and without you I just – I don’t know who I would be anymore.”
“You will never be without me , Kai.” she said smiling. “I will always be by your side. Always and forever , remember ?”
 Kai removed his palms from her eyes and Y/N opened them , finding the balcony arranged so beautifully  her breath got caught in her throat. There were flower petals on the ground and a couple of flower pots here and there. On the small table there was breakfast for the both of them and a small vase with her favourite flowers along with her favourite pancakes with coconut whipped cream , coffee and fresh berries enough for the both of them. Y/N turned towards him with a wide smile on her face , finding him smiling back at her.
“D-do you like it?” asked Kai smiling nervously. “I didn’t have much time this morning. You wouldn’t let me leave the bed and I ju-”
Y/N pressed her lips against his not letting him finish. He was always so nervous when doing things like that , afraid he’s going to mess it up somehow.
“I don’t like it.” she said with a serious tone , gazing into his eyes. “I love it!”
  Kai laughed pulling her into his arms. Y/N was the best thing that has happened to him in his life. There were days where he’d just sit and look at her , not saying a word just thinking how lucky he was that they had found each other. After all the bad things he had done , somehow the universe had decided to reward him with her and he wanted to be better because of her.
“Happy 7 month anniversary since the day we met.” he said pressing his lips on hers. “Remember ? You were at Skull bar studying or pretending to study while drinking beer on the bar when I sat there and in your rush to get back to classes , you somehow spilled all of it on your clothes and you had to borrow my jacket.”
“OH I remember.” she smiled at the memory. Y/N hadn’t had a clue who he was at the time but the moment their eyes met it was already clear he is
the one. Though she still wondered how she had spilled the drink on herself … “I also remember how you couldn’t stop starring at my chest through wet shirt -”
“HEY it had been a while since I had seen anything like it.” he raised his hands in defence. “I’m quite happy you spilled that drink on yourself though. Other ways we might’ve missed each other.”
“Not possible. We would’ve found each other some other way. I’m sure of it.” she smiled at him as Kai sat on one of the chairs and pulled her down on his lap , wrapping his arms around her tightly.
“I hope so. OH and I have a surprise for you. Well , another one.” he said , taking a small box she hadn’t noticed hidden behind the flowers. “This is for you.”
Y/N took the box and opened it finding a key inside. She looked up at him with curious look in her eyes. There had been a lot of things she had expected to find in there but a key was not one of them.
“A key? What does it open ?” she wondered , holding it with her fingers.
“Y/N , we’ve – we’ve been together for more than 5 months now. I don’t even know how I got that lucky to have met you in the first place , let alone to have fallen in love with you and have you loving me back.” he started , not taking his eyes away from her. “You are staying over most nights anyways. I just thought that – maybe you’d like to move in with me ? Officially ?”
“I would love to.” said Y/N smiling. “But are you sure ? You know how annoying I can be. I’ll eat your pork rinds and sing at the top of my lungs when my favourite song plays on the radio , distract you all the time - ”
Kai laughed under his breath , gazing into her eyes. Nothing Y/N did could ever annoy him. What they had was special. It had been this instant connection you see in movies. From the moment he had first seen her , he had felt something towards her - even before the merge. There was just something about her that drew him in like a magnet.  After the merge it had slowly started becoming clear to him what those emotions meant and eventually they found their way to each other. Y/N had changed his life and he had changed hers.  They loved each other more than any of them could put into words. Y/N would do anything for him and Kai was the same when it came to her.
“I love you more than anything Y/N… and I don’t ever ever want to know what its like to live without you.” said Kai , his eyes sparkling like never before. “And I want to wake up next to you every morning. Forever.”
“I don’t want to what life without you is like either. ” she said smiling. “Losing you would mean losing a part of me and I know I wont recover. I love you.” she said softly. “More than words.”


Y/N opened her eyes , feeling a tear roll down her cheek. Every time a moment she and Kai had shared returned as a dream to her , it was always like this. It wasn’t like the memories were sad , no - the memories were happy , but the hole in her heart had never healed. It had been four years since Kai had died and Y/N would still stop by his grave at least once a day or more. Some days her ‘stopping by’ meant spending hours sitting on the ground next to his headstone , talking to him. At least Stefan had been sensitive enough towards her feelings , understanding that they loved each other and had helped her bury him. Damon had had other intentions.
Damon.
The past few years Y/N had spent hating him and that had drawn a rift between her and her friends. Every time the subject was brought up they’d just start arguing with her how Kai had never changed and had fooled her into believing that he had. Not that it mattered to Y/N. The heart wants what the heart wants and she would’ve loved him either way. None of the people she grew up with was willing to admit that Bonnie stabbing Kai in the back , literally , and ditching him in 1903 had caused the chaos at the wedding. Kai had even said it himself. Damon and Bonnie had had tricked him and Kai had believed them because he had wanted to , not realising what a huge mistake that was. How was he not to snap again ? He spent weeks in 1903 used as a human blood bag to Lilly’s heretics. Being left alone again in another Prison World was going to have it’s consequences. Yet Kai hadn’t been completely gone even then , he never had been. Why else would he stab Jo first , making sure she is dead before killing himself and taking his entire coven with him ? No , Kai cared about his sister enough to spare her the slow painful death the rest of the coven would have to endure after he jammed that piece of glass in his neck. Everyone always expected the worst from him and in the end he had given in , living up to their worse expectations. Nothing Y/N said to her friends mattered though…

A sigh left her lips and she placed her hand on her forehead , trying to blink back the tears. Four years and it was still him. It had always been only him and it would always be him. Losing him didn’t hurt any less with time as people always said. Stefan had offered to take away her suffering , make her forget and help her move on but Y/N had refused. There was no way she’d ever let someone mess with her memories of Kai and – moving on ? How does someone move on after losing their other half ? No. It wasn’t possible.
Y/N’s phone rang interrupting her thoughts. DAMON said the caller ID. A groan left her lips and she clicked ignore. Last thing she wanted was to talk to her least favourite person on this planet. Her phone rang again , and again. Finally she picked up realising there was no other way to get rid of him.
“What is it Damon?” she said sounding more annoyed than ever. “If you have called to gloat again I swear -”
“Don’t hang up , just listen.” he said starting to talk really fast. “I know you hate my guts and you don’t ever want to see my face or hear my voice ever again. You made that very clear but … I think I can make it up to you.”
“What ? Did you invent a time machine that would take me back to the time I tried to stake you so I can finally get some peace of mind?” she rolled her eyes. There was no way for Damon to make it up to her. Not now , not ever. He had tried apologising and she had told him multiple times that  ‘Sometimes I do things I don’t have to do.’  does not count as an apology. One of the few times he had tried that half-ass apology , she had tried to stake him and almost had succeeded if it hadn’t been for Stefan intervening.
 “Let me say HI. Let me say HI.” said a very familiar voice from the other end of the line. Y/N blinked fast a couple of times sure that her dreams were now turning into full blown hallucinations. And even if that was true , all of the sudden Damon had he complete attention.
“No. Not a time machine but something happened.” said the vampire. “Meet me downtown in 30 minutes near the diner ? You know , the one you tried to stake me in after I tried to apologise?”
“Wait , who’s in the car with you?”
“Just come meet me. ”
“Wait , Damon if you don’t tell me who - ”
“And wear something nice. BYE.” said Damon , hanging up a second later.
Y/N stared at her phone screen shaking her head. It wasn’t possible was it ? No. Her mind was playing tricks on her … or Damon was playing another twisted game but either way she had to know. She opened the nightstand’s drawer pulling out the same wooden stake she had tried to use to kill him the first time. If he was messing with her , things would get ugly and this time he was going to get it.
Quickly she got up and put on her favourite jeans and one of Kai’s tshirts. Y/N could never bring herself to give them away or any of his things. Why would she? After he had asked her to move in with him officially , he had practically packed her things for her with magic and they moved in the same day , a few hours after he asked actually. Living in his apartment had been the only thing to keep her from falling apart 100% after his death. Y/N could feel him everywhere around her - sometimes she could literally see him smile at her from across the room or motioning for her to come sit on his lap while watching TV. Everywhere she looked , he was there … only it wasn’t really real. It was all her imagination. Y/N brushed her hair , pulling it in a loose ponytail , grabbed her phone and put the wooden stake in her backpack before running outside.

Y/N walked down the street taking a turn just to where the diner was with her phone in her hands just about to dial Damon’s number when she spotted him in standing at the beginning of one of the alleys talking on his phone and there was someone incredibly familiar with him.
  “Come on Damon. Next victim won’t find itself.”

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Title: Just Relax…

@may85​ requested: Hey Jamie! If requests are still open, can I request a Denny Duquette imagine where he and the reader are on a date at his house after he’s seen the stress that the reader has been under for the past few week? Fluff and if it goes that route smut? (Doesn’t have to be smut, though!)

Character(s): Denny Duquette and Reader
Summary: After a long week, Denny tries to take your mind off the stress. 
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Warning: SMUT!!! 
Author’s Note: Thank you, (other) Jamie for this request! You know how much of a soft spot I have for Denny and I’m so glad that you sent this in! I love that the roles are reversed and it’s Denny that will be catering to the Reader! So, thank you for the request, @may85!!! I hope you like it! Enjoy! :-)

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A/N:

This was completely inspired by this. I love all of @werewhorewolf preferences especially this one. Theres possibly typos because I haven’t proof read this because I have soo many request to filll. 

Two weeks.

It’d been two weeks since my whole world fell apart. Since days seemed grayer and everything around me dulled. It was my own fault really. All of my friends had begged me not to talk to him. To not be lured in by his charm or his smile. It was just that when he brushed his lips against mine or drew me close to him, I felt like the only girl in the world. I was sure, even after 8 months together, that I may have possibly loved him. 

But two weeks ago, Theo texted me telling me to meet him outside of my house. When I did, he was leaning against his truck head hung. I knew he’d heard me walking towards him but he never looked up at me.

“Hey babe.” I’d said standing next to him.

He smiled weakly at me and I frowned at him.

“What going on?” I crossed my arms.

“Listen, Y/N” He started. “I’m not sure if I can do this anymore.”

“Do what?” I asked placing my a hand on his arm. He pushed his body off the truck and away from my touch. He took a few steps away from me creating certain distance between us. 

“This.” He’d said simply. “Us.”

I was so many emotions at the same time. My eyes started to sting and I shut my eyes trying to keep the tears at bay. 

“It’s not…not you or anything.”

“Don’t.” I spat. “Is it that stupid Hayden girl you were flirting with the other day?” 

A look of bewilderment crossed his face. “What? No! Y/N it’s not-”

“Than what is it Theo!” My voice cracking slightly.

“I have other things to worry about, things that don’t concern you.”

“So we’re just going to throw away the last eight months, likes its nothing?”

He shrugged in response, and I was angered by the lack of explanation. 

“You’re everything everyone thinks you are.” I hissed walking closer to him until we were inches away. “A coward.”

I stormed past him, and when I was far enough, I let the tears fall. Needing to be strong for no one now. I instantly regretted my words to the hazel eyed boy, but I was just so hurt, and I wanted to hurt him too. 

I hadn’t talked to Theo since, but everything in me missed him. Even now as I stood at my locker looking at him through the corner of my eye, I missed him. He was talking to Josh, Tracy, and Corey in a small circle near his locker. Recently, he’d taken an interest in the trio and I wondered what they had to do with anything. Through the limited vision of my peripheral, I could swear that he was looking at me. I snapped my head straight and pretended to rummage though my locker. I grabbed a textbook I wasn’t sure if i needed and shut the door. I pressed the book to my chest hugging it. Depression was slowly creeping over me as I headed towards my final class of the day.

“Y/N.” Theo’s voice called from behind me. A ball formed in my stomach and I felt all the blood drain from my face. I had to be hearing things, right? Theo hadn’t talk to me in weeks, it had to be my brain playing tricks on me. I shook off the thought, and kept walking. 

“Y/N?” This time his voice was right behind me and his hand on my shoulder stopping me then turning me around. 

I tried to act as cool as possible. “Sup?” 

I mentally faced palmed myself. ‘Sup?’ I’ll probably die of embarrassment.

Theo seemed not to notice the awkward acknowledgment, or he pretended not too. “Hey, how are you?” 

He sounded so nonchalant, like we were old friends catching up. He seemed perfectly fine and didn’t seem affected by our recent break-up. This broke me down a little, made me feel like I, like we, meant nothing to him.

“Fine.” I responded quietly ready for this conversation to be over.

“Um, cool.” he said a little nervous. But what did he have to be nervous for? “So, you left some stuff at my house and I was wondering if you wanted to come by and pick up later?”

Another wave of hurt hit me and I thought I might cry.

“Why could you just bring it to me?” I said a slight edge in my voice.

“Do you want it or not?” he frowned and the sudden tone change took me by surprise.

“Yeah, I’ll be over later.” I whispered knowing he could still hear me with his werewolf ears. I turned around without another word, and continued my course to class.


I pulled up to his house just as the sun was setting. Theo must have heard me before he before he saw me, because he was standing at his front door waiting for me. I took a deep breath trying to regulate my heart, and stepped out on to the driveway. I walked the concrete path to his front door, where he met me with a half smile.

“It’s all upstairs in my room if you want to grab it.” 

I nodded, and walked past him heading up the stairs. The smell of his room filled my noses. I wanted to stand here forever and enjoy it, but I heard Theo’s footsteps behind me and I walked further into his room to the dresser. The bottom drawer is where all my stuff was housed. I pulled at the handle and it slid open revealing all my things. I stared at them for only second, and then began taking them out item by item. I pulled out a dark blue oversized t-shirt. It was my favorite t-shirt of Theo’s. He was sitting on his bed behind me and he hadn’t said a word.

“Here.” I said standing and walking over to give it to him. He looked at me then to the shirt than back again.

“I don’t want it.” He said finally, pushing it closer to my body.

“I don’t want it either.” I insisted pushing away from. For some reason, this upset him. Even though he tried to hide it, hurt washed over his face. He stayed quiet and held the shirt in his hand staring at it. 

“Theo, I don’t want anything that reminds me of you. It’s bad enough I have to see you at school.” I explained.

“Why?” he growled but it was necessarily angry.

“Why?” I asked astonished. “Are you serious? We’re broken up Theo. Not together. You broke my heart and you want me to keep something so I can be reminded of that everyday?” 

He stood slowly looking at me with agony in his expression.

“I’m an idiot.” He started, which caught me off guard. I didn’t know what I expected, but definitely not that.

“These past weeks have felt like years without you. I didn’t know what was wrong with me at first. But everyday when I woke up, I felt like I was missing something. It didn’t take me long to figure out, I was missing you. I’m empty without you. I hate that you have that hold over me, but at the same time I don’t care. I…I need you.”

I stood there staring at him not being able to believe those words had come from his mouth. Theo’s never said what he was feeling, and it took me a moment to register it. He looked as if he wanted to say something else, but I stopped him connecting my lips with his. He didn’t hesitate to kissed me back, and snaked his strong arms around me. I pulled him closer to me deepening the kiss. He lifted me slightly off the ground and back up till he hit the bed. He sat down and I straddled him, all while still kissing. I pulled my shirt off breaking the kiss for a second to pull it over my head. His hands grazed across my exposed skin, making me smile. His tongue found mine and they rolled over each other in wet sloppy passion. He turned me over effortlessly on to my back and together we moved higher on to the bed. Finally, our lips disconnected. Theo pulled off his shirt, and I unclasped my bra. He blinked a few times at my bare breast. He looked up at me, asking permission to indulge in them. I smiled and nodded and he plunged into them taking one in each hand. He suckled on them, sharing his mouth between the two. I moaned missing his touch on my body. He began kissing his way down my body until he reached the button of my jeans. Skillfully, he undid the button than the zipper and he peeled the off of me. I felt his lips touch me again and I want his on mine. I took his head in both of my hands and pulled him back to me. 

“I want you.” I whispered on his lips before kissing them.

Theo smiled into the kiss and I could feel him fiddling with his jeans. He was struggling because he could only use one hand, the other was holding him up as he hovered over me. I moved my hands down to the fastener of his jeans. opening it and sliding his zipper down. His length could be felt through his pants. I pushed at them and Theo glided them off of him, along with his boxers. He started to kiss my jawline and neck, as he slid my panties to the side. His fingers found my sex and he drew figure eights on my clit.

“You’re already so wet, baby.”

“Put it in.” I begged. Normally, I would have loved foreplay, but it’d been so long since he’d been inside of me. Right now that’s all I wanted.

He pulled back a little from me to line himself up with my entrance. Slowly, he penetrated me. We both groaned and instinctively I wrapped my arm around his neck, pulling him closer. Our bodies were connected now and he slowly start to grind into me. I kissed his neck tenderly, I missed every part of him and even though it was slow it was passionate. He quickened his pace slightly, and he was hitting my g-spot. Pulling me closer to my edge. After a few more minutes I came, dissolving into pleasure. Theo placed his lips on mine again, something he only did when he was about to come. A moment later, he pulled out of me coming into his hand.


After we were all cleaned up and dressed, I laid curled against Theo’s chest. He racked his fingers through my hair and I felt myself drifting to sleep. His lips fell on mine gently and my eyes fluttered open landing on his.

“I love you.” He whispered.

An Old Friend

Kai Parker x Reader
   (x Kol & Rebekah Mikaelson)

WORD COUNT : 2599

(Events happen a few months after TVD 8.16 and right after TO 4.02 …
Kai and Reader are having fun at the Mystic Grill when some old friends of Reader show up. Kai gets jealous and … - keep reading to find out :P )


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It was around 7PM , Kai and Y/N were at the (surprisingly empty) Mystic Grill sitting at the bar drinking and laughing. Y/N had challenged Kai to do tequilla shots. He always told her she doesn’t want to see him on tequilla which only made her want to see it more. Downside was as vampires their alchohol tollerance was higher than the ones human have , so they kept drinking. So far Kai was winning. Y/N looked at him , smiling. Kai grinned back and put his hand on her waist leaning in to whisper in her ear “You will loooose.” before kissing her neck.
“Even when I lose , I still win..” she had replied to him.
Suddenly Y/N felt someone’s presense close by. At first she thought it was the alchohol getting to her but then …
“Hey there , Trouble.” Y/N heard a familiar voice with an accent and froze in place completely stunned. There was only one person who called her that. Kai looked at her and then at the surprise visitor. Slowly she turned around and when Y/N saw who it was ,  a wide smile spread on her face.
“Kol ?” she leaped from her seat and wrapped her hands around the new comer. Kai finished his drink , he wasn’t happy they had been interrupted but tried to hide it.
“Oh my God ! How are you back ? I thought I’d never see you again after the Other Side disappeared…“ Y/N said excitedly.
“Mother dearest pulled me and my brother Finn back before it collapsed. Of course ,you know how my family is - she came back from the dead and tried to kill us again. …"Kol trailed off. Y/N’s eyes widened.
Kai cleared his throat and both Y/N and Kol turned towards him. Y/N took a step closer to Kai and he wrapped his hands around her , the look on his face clearly stating ‘Hands off. She belongs with me.’
“Sorry.” Y/N apologised to Kai , kissing his cheek. “Kai , this is my very good friend -”
“Best friend.” Kol interrupted.
Y/N smiled , “My BEST friend Kol Mikaelson. He is an Original vampire.” Kol smiled and nodded at Kai who pulled Y/N even closer to him. “Kol , this is Kai Parker … my boyfriend.”
Kai outstretched his hand , Kol doing the same and they shook hands ,  a few moments  longer than normal. Y/N took a deep breath… The situation was getting more and more awkward by the moment. Her eyes darted between Kai and Kol , there was a tension building in the air and she had to think fast before any of them did something stupid but before she had had the chance to speak …
“So , Kai … ” Kol started saying as he took the seat on the other side of Y/N “I hope you are treating Y/N with respect…” he said trailing off. “Because if you aren’t - ”
Clearly Kol’s time away hadn’t changed him at all. He had always acted like Y/N was his little sister , ready to protect her from whatever or whoever would ever want to hurt her.
"Don’t be mean Kol.” said a female voice. Behind him had walked in another old friend of Y/N… well , more like frenemy.  "I am sure if he had tried to hurt her in any way, Damon would’ve ripped his head off. You know how protective the vampires here are over their human friends.“  Rebekah said reaching behind the bar to grab a bottle with bourbon. Y/N and Kai exchanged looks.
"Hello Y/N … Y/N’s boyfriend.” Rebekah said nodding towards Kai who gave her a small smile in response.
Y/N tensed.  "Rebekah … long time.“ she said pausing for a second. "What are you doing here ? Looking for Matt ?”
“Not exactly but it would be nice to see him. Where is he ?”
“You might wanna try the police station.Ask for sheriff Donovan.” Y/N said shifting uncomfortably.
Kai whispered in Y/N’s ear “You OK?” Y/N only nodded turning her attention back to the Mikaelsons. Clearly Y/N wasn’t OK. The girl , Rebekah made her feel uncomfortable for some reason.
“Any particular reason you both decided to drop by ? Kol being here - I like … You ? Not so much.”  Y/N said , her voice slightly trembling.
Rebekah visibly got angry by the remark and reached for Y/N’s neck but Kol pulled her back as Kai quickly pushed Y/N behind him.
“Sister .. calm down. You don’t want to cause a scene , do you Bex ?” Kol said calmly.

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Title: it’s always been you”

written by: sleepywinchester { prev; deanwinchester-af }
summary: you and dean… maybe it was meant to be?
note: this is part 3 of 3 day part mini series based of 12x06. (Parts: 1 & 2 ) this also was supposed to be a less than 600 words drabble but… again, i got carried away. i threw a little bomb at the end, if you got questions about that backstory, how the heck it could be that possible? throw them in to my ask. if you want to read a lil of that backstory and how they met. let me know if you would like a prequel part? this is something cute that has grown from nothing, i’m very happy you guys have enjoyed it. i’hope everyone enjoy this one  and if you do, please, leave feedback? i’ll appreciate it.  ♥   gif credit: (x)
words: 1,700

“Billie?” Dean spoke with confusion in his eyes. “What are you doing here?”

You frowned, shifting your look from the woman and turning to Dean. “You know her?”

“Yeah,” Dean said without looking at you. “She’s a reaper.”

You turned to glance at Billie who gave you an non bothered and sassy look. She smirked tucking her hands inside her jeans pockets.

“I’m doing my job,” Billie told Dean.

Dean scoffed, standing straight, “Well, I’m not dead yet.”

“Shame,” Billie smirked, “but actually, I just finished inside. I was reaping a fresh soul”

You glared at the house and turned to Billie. “Fresh soul?” You muttered and began to walk towards the house. You tried to open the door but it was locked down.

“Sam?!” Dean joined you, “Sammy?!”

“You two can huff and puff but that house is on supernatural lockdown.” Billie spoke behind the two of you. “They can’t even hear you.”

You turned to her, “You got in… You can get us in!”

“I mean I could… I suppose, but-”

“Do it!” You and Dean snapped at the same time.

“But,” Billie cocked an eyebrow, “it’s a one-way ticket. And you’re gonna owe me one.”

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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.”

SO MANY EMOTIONS!

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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.”

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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.

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*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.

Dean’s Flannel

Gif is not mine

Title: Dean’s Flannel

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 1,836

Warnings: Fluff and angst!

A/N: I hope you guys are ready for some cute Dean Fluff!! <3 <3 I hope you all enjoy this! I love you all so much!! Feedback is welcomed and appreciated!

You walked through the bunker, your blanket cloaked around your body.  You trudged through the halls of the bunker, which was empty because the brothers were currently out on a hunt.  You had been with the Winchesters for a few years now, and you weren’t one for the hunts, just the research.  They had always reassured you that they didn’t mind you not going on the hunts.  They preferred to have you safe at the bunker anyway.  However, you sometimes got lonely all by yourself.  You would worry, but then they would come home the next day and they would take a couple days before the next hunt, if they could.  

You sat down on the couch in the library, grabbing your laptop off of the side table that was next to the couch.  You opened your laptop, lying against the arm of the couch for support.  It was midnight and you still couldn’t sleep, but you loved the library; it was where you spent most of your time.  You scrolled through your YouTube subscriptions.  There wasn’t much of anything that was new since you had last watched.  You closed your laptop and set it back in it’s spot on the side table.  You got up and headed towards the kitchen.  You liked to cook when you felt awful or when you couldn’t sleep.

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KAI PARKER FIC

BRUISES (Pt.2) - Read part one here

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She stood with her back against a faded old tree, colors of green covering her body like a shield as she hid, breath heavy. She could just make out the edge of a white wooden home, looking cozy with its bushes and chimney’s producing smoke, the orange glow of a sunset settling over the family home. She stuck her head out once, making sure the coast was clear before she tiptoed towards the house, Kai’s freshly washed grey jacket in her trembling hands. She was almost at the front door when she was thrown to the side of the house, Kai’s strong grip pinning her to the side wall of the house, eyebrow arched as he raised a finger to her lips.

“What are you doing here?” he hissed under his breath. “How did you find me?”

She raised the crumpled jacket up and signalled at a white piece of fabric that stuck out the top. It had an “if lost call,” followed by his phone number, printed atop the tag in messy sharpie, making it almost too easy to track him down.

“Right, Papa Parker labelling my hand me downs like I’m a child.” Kai snatched his jacket from the girl’s hand, “Did you call my family?!”

“Yeah,” she shrugged, “I did what I had to.”

No no no,” he panicked silently, “what did you say?!”

“I told them the truth; that I wanted to return their son’s sweater.”

“Oh my god,” he sighed, rubbing at his temples with agitation. “My parents are going to know something’s up.”

“Why’s that?”

“Nobody ever calls for me,” he laughed bitterly, “I don’t have anyone who would care enough to think of me so much as think of me twice.”

“Well I did,” she snapped, forcing the jacket against Kai’s chest, her nostrils flaring.

He looked down at her, much more than a pretty face, that bravery and stubbornness a good look on her.

“You were just going to walk right up to the front door and announce yourself, weren’t you?” he shook his head with a chuckle.

She nodded, to which he gave a long pause, chewing at his lower lip before grabbing both of her hands in his. His soft fingers gently laced through her own, palms pressed gently together as he whispered a soft incantation, blinking through his long eyelashes when he was done.

“What just happened?” she asked quietly.

“We’re invisible,” he said as if it was no big deal. “And since you clearly won’t give up on leaving me alone, than I’m going to have to keep you safe.”

He could’ve kept her invisible without holding on to her longer, but he liked the feeling, and she didn’t know better, so he held on the whole way into the house and up the rickety wooden stairs, the feeling sending waves of comfort through his skin. On the way up, they passed two small children, who sang happily while dancing through the corridors, freezing in their tracks and ducking behind a wall with when they saw Kai approaching, which didn’t seem to phase him one bit. Finally, they reached his room, the smallest in the house, empty aside from a small bed in the middle, no family photos strung around like in the bustling corridors outside. Kai quietly locked his door, turning to press his back into it with relief while releasing the girl’s hands.

She stood there, staring him down, fingers twirling at a loose piece of fabric on her minty green dress. When she didn’t say anything, Kai asked, “why are you here?”

“I wanted to see you,” she admitted with no hesitation. “I wanted to know if you were okay.”

That stirred something within Kai’s cold chest, his heart fluttering at her words, “why?”

“You tried to push me away the other night, but I knew it wouldn’t be the last time I saw you, it couldn’t be,” she rambled, her cheeks blushing furiously. “I-I don’t know, something about you just seems to draw me back,” she stammered.

He raised a brow, shaking his head in disbelief, “I guess we’re both testing ourselves then. I didn’t think you’d find me, for your own sake, but a part of me…” he trailed off, heading to a small side table by his bed. Kai reached in and pulled out a shining silver ring, diamond-less and plain, but beautiful nonetheless.

“I made you this,” he said, lifting the ring up so it glinted under his bedroom lights. “It’s kind of like an apology, for melting off your other one.”

“Oh,” the girl smiled, outstretching a hand, “thanks, Malachai.”

Hearing his own name was still so weird to him, he thought as he slid the ring down her finger, a perfect fit. His hand on hers, he lifted his bright blue eyes to the girl’s, instantly pulling away to escape the tension.

“So,” the girl smiled, “does this mean you’ll let me be your friend now?”

“Friend?” he uttered, the word foreign to him, “y-yeah, sure.”

They were interrupted by the noise of chatter and clattering silverware from down below. 

“Do you need to go eat now?” she asked, sad to go so soon.

“Uh, heh, no,” he said, walking around her and sinking down onto his scratchy old sheets. “I’m kind of not invited,” he said. “I mean, sometimes I go, but then it’s just silent, awkward, you know.”

“Why?” she asked with a frown, plopping down beside Kai.

“Well, even though I wouldn’t siphon any of them, that doesn’t mean they don’t think I’ll try, or that I’m just some black thundercloud of death,” he joked seriously.

“So, do you eat?”she pressed on.

“I sneak down when I can, but I always get in trouble if I get caught.”

“A lot of trouble?” the girl whispered, eyes falling down to the fresh bruises on Kai’s skin.

This time he didn’t pull away, he simply froze as she brought her fingers up, eyes lifting to his for permission. Kai gave a nod, to which the girl began to gently trace her fingers over his sore skin, her touch like a drug, sending a relief like electricity through the heretic’s skin. His eyes fluttered closed as he drowned in her flowery scent and the feeling of her skin to his. She trailed her hand right up to the edge of his sleeve before drawing back, not daring to go further. When he blinked his eyes open again, she was sat still, looking at him as if he were as fragile as glass.

“Thanks,” he said, not really knowing what else to say.

She laughed softly, “why thank me?”

“I don’t know,” he said, “for being here.”

She smiled with embarrassment, “so, uh, can you tell me more about your ‘coven,’ or magic, or whatever?” she asked to divert the topic.

“It’s not just our coven,” he said, glad to talk about something that didn’t make his emotions fly all over the place. “There are other’s too. And there’s more than witches as well. I’m not sure in the whole werewolf thing, that seems a bit farfetched to be honest, but vampires-”

“Vampires?!” she gasped in shock.

“Yeah,” he smiled at her reaction, “and, don’t tell my dad, but I even have some of their blood.”

She sat in shock as Kai protruded a vial filled with red liquid from his pocket, lifting up the ruby red substance so she could see.

“How-what?!” the girl asked.

“My dad stashed some away, and I don’t know why but I also have no intentions of asking. But I do know our family has got into some sticky situations with the vampires, they’re not our friends, so I’m guessing it has something to do with that.”

“Why would he have a problem with them?” she inquired, intrigue written across her features. 

“Witches and vampires don’t get along,” he said, “but I did some research on them from some of our coven’s journal’s, and it’s been like than since forever.”

“Wow,” she gasped in awe, “that’s so…cool, strange, I don’t know?!”

“Here,” Kai said, handing the girl the vial, “good luck charm.”

Kai fumbled around for some loose black string, sliding it through the cork’s vial and bending forward to tie it around the girl’s neck. He tried to keep his eyes anywhere but those eyes as he fumbled around her exposed flesh, drawing back quickly when he was done.

“I don’t know, apparently if you drink that stuff and die with it in your system, you become a vampire. But again, don’t hold me to that.”

“That sounds amazing,” she smiled, fidgeting with the vial.

“But don’t,” he warned, serious now, “seriously.”

“I won’t,” she promised, locking her pinky around Kai’s, “good luck only.”

He smiled, genuinely, for the first time in a long time, certain for sure that he was the lucky one.