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BROKEN PART TWO: http://imaginingbucky.tumblr.com/post/160774269479/broken-part-one

BROKEN PART THREE:

“So, how does that feel?”

You couldn’t help but moan a little at the sensation. Steve’s hands were like magic.

“You’re really tense in your shoulders.” He said as he continued giving you a massage.

“That’s what having three kids does to you.” You joked.

The relationship that you had with Steve was a good one. It all started when you met him for coffee that Monday four months ago. He had been sweet and humorous the entire time. Sparks flew and now you found yourself with him romantically.

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Don’t let me go

Group:Bts

Memeber:Jungkook

Au: Grim Reaper,demon

PART TWO

A/n: Let me tell you,I am inspired from Goblin. Watch this drama. Is the holy drama. This is the first part of a little Jungkook series. Also the different religions reading this.I tried to keep the religion matter as neutral as possible. If you believe that this is written with a bad thought in mind or to offend someone it is not. Thank you.

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I am the person you are afraid from. I am the one with the skeleton body,black robe and а reaping hook. You mortals thought that I look like a skeleton simply because I deal with the dead. This is soo wrong. I am like the most handsome, funny man ever. You living people think everything that is dead is ugly and rotten. Hell( hell is mine creation actually. Its a piece of art) no. I am,however,prehaps rotten and dead. Inside. Inside the cage of my heart. The muscle which is supposed to pump adrenaline through my body. The muscle giving me life,love and so much more. But no. This place is empty and had been abounded centuries ago. The curse killed me a long time ago.

Things go way back in time.

I once had a wife. A very beautiful woman called Lydia. She was my whole life. I was a simple man. A sheppard. My biggest concern was if I will be able to go home on time to hug her before she closes her eyes to fall in beautiful peaceful sleep.

As always life decided to fuck everything up. God said it was time for war and suddenly my biggest concern became the smallest out of them all. Everything I had,I had to give up. It was my duty to fight for my country as a man. I fought many battles. Those in higher ranks saw potential in me and after eleven battles I became a commander. On the battlefield before what we hoped was the last battle. Ready to fight,not ready to die. I prayed like every other selfish human being that I’ll give up everyone and everything,just God let me live. Those words were the last words some people heard and the ones that left my lips before I shouted “For His majesty.” I killed many people in the battle and almost got killed more times than I can remember. But I survived. The last one to survive. The smell of Death was in the air. My breath was fading away. Youcould barely see it. My eyes started to tear up from the mixture of fear,the feeling of finally letting go and a scared scream from the consequences ahead in time. Suddenly a bright light blinded my swollen from crying eyes. And I met God. A nice man,looking trustworthy,someone who I never thought was actually real. He told me my wife,my parents, my sheeps,they were killed. That I made a choice. That I killed them when I was being selfish. My will for life,killed those who made me want to live. Lost in my fear and regret which were suddenly put upon me,I was ready to pull out the weapon and just kill myself. The man stopped my sword from moving through the flesh and stop my heart. God looked at me and told me “If you leave this Earth and become invisible as if you never existed,I will bring everyone you want back. Your family will live. Lydia will breath. I need a helper. Someone who will deal with the dead and will help them go in the afterlife. You will become the Grim Reaper. My right hand.” I was being offered a choice which wasn’t actually much of a choice. He was offering me to become a ghost. But for the sake of my love I was ready to do anything and everything. “Why are you Sir offering me this? Why me?” “You are a good man. But the sin of being selfish is a strong one. I see in your eyes love. This will be your curse. Love will be your pleasure and curse. The last man standing. The one who will walk this Earth way longer than anyone. Collecting grief and love. At the end of the day you will always be alone.” I became a sinner for wanting to live. I killed everything I believed in. But Immortality didn’t sound all that bad after all. Dealing with the dead also wasn’t a price high enough that I can’t pay for Lydia. The hesitation left me and my hand grabbed his. It was me or Lydia and my family. “Okay. Do this.” Just like that my existence was erased from the face of Earth,my name wasn’t remembered as the last commander alive,the war was doomed a fail and soon there were only the families of the dead and the memories of them to be remembered. Personally I assisted all of them in the after life making them forget the one they had been living in order for a new one to be born. But for the living organisms I was invisible,not existing. A myth surrounded by mystery. There were several cases in which people had been ablen to see me. You usually cab unless you had the vision or you were dead. And so for centuries I have met all kinds of death and people. Helping them go where their souls belong. My face haven’t aged a day since I gave my soul. A twenty years old is what you’ll see if you were able to.


1998


“Jungkook” I heard in the distance waking me from my retrospective daydream. “Yes?” I turned my head nearly hitting my forehead in one of the lamps of the nice white office. “There is something I need to tell you.” It is a full miracle. My boss is usually quiet and doesn’t have the need to see me unless it was something urgent going on in the underworld. I have known him for so many centuries that is almost not imaginable. However today there wasn’t anything special going on in my part of the holy world. “Do you remember when I took you under my wing?” the sudden questoon caught me offguard. So being little surprised the answer rolled of my lips “Of course I do.” how can I forget anyway? My heart will never forget. My Lydia. Her smile,her heart of gold. And my selfish wish which killed us. “There is something I didn’t tell you back then. One day your savior will be born. A person who will reverse the curse you caused on yourself. She will heal your wounds and you will become mortal again. She will give you the chance to live. When you die as a mortal I will give you the choice to either become the Reaper and never be able to find hope again or this time go to Heaven.” Speechless probably would’ve explain it. But it can’t. Hope? Being able to live? I have been living wihout hope so many centuries. Evryday I have been holding on the simple fact that there is hope or happy ending for me. Now after 1000 years he decides to tell me that there is someone on this planet who can cure me. My emotions are too strong. The anger boiled. The fear entered the dusted chamber of my heart. Hope started to creep out of its dungeon somewhere deep inside of me. Why didn’t he told me this earlier? Why was I living without hope all this time? Where is she? How old is she? She can be dead by now.

“Why do you tell me this now?” my voice was deadly low. I was in a position to shout,however I didn’t want to lose all my cool at once. “Was I not good enough to be told this earlier? Was I unloyal? Have I ever done something to make you doubt me? I created Hell and Heaven and made them absolutely perfect. The department of Reapers is so big that I barely have to go out now. Don’t tell me I didn’t deserve to know the truth.” I admit I did lost my cool. I was shouting and destroying whatever was around me. Angry tears were falling down my sharp cheekbones. “No you were. You finished absolutely mesmerizing job at what you were doing. Jungkook-a, tell me honestly if I had told you centuries ago,you wouldn’t have searched for her. Tell me you would’ve done your job the same way.” although angry,I knew he was right. Nothing ffrom what I’ve created probably wouldn’t have been even an idea in my head. The Earth was going to be small. I would’ve searched under every rock,in every village,city,country and continent. One thing I couldn’t understand was “Why telling me now?” “Because she has been born. The person who is going to bring you back is born. And her name is y/n. The Grim Reaper’s Bride.

2016

"Are you the Grim Reapers wife?” a ghost whispered in mine ear. She was a rather beautiful ghost. A girl not bigger than me. But this question… If I collected a dollar for everytime I had to answer it,by now I wouldn’t be going to school. “I don’t know. I haven’t seen him.” “Oh…it’s true. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. Bye.” “Wait. Talk to me.” but it disappeared. Good job Y/N. 

The Grim Reapers wife.

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PART TWO

Oh Shit

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Title: Oh Shit

Pairing: Gabriel x Reader

Word Count: 1,182

Warnings: Cursing, fluff

A/N: This was requested by an Anon! I hope you all love this!! You can send in headcanons until 12/05/2016 EST for the 500 follower celebration! Also I forgot I was going to post this today, so I’ll start posting headcanons on Monday!

After a tough and grueling hunt, you wanted to let loose.  Being around Sam and Dean wasn’t going to help either.  They argued the whole way back to the bunker.  Bringing them to the bar was not an option.  You wanted to bring Gabriel with you, but he was busy with Castiel.  They were tracking down Lucifer.  You convinced yourself you didn’t need your boyfriend Gabriel to be around for you to have fun.

When you arrived at the bar, you were dressed in a pair of tight jeans, a flannel, and a jacket that Gabriel had given you.  Nothing too revealing; nothing that said “I’m available”.  You felt confident and excited to get a night to yourself to relax.  You strolled into the bar, observing what they had to offer.  There was a stage for karaoke and of course a bar where they served alcohol.  There was already someone on stage, obviously drunk as they sang, but everyone cheered anyway.

As you reached the bar you ordered a couple shots of whiskey.  You realized you had forgotten to eat before you left.  A chuckle escaped your lips, knowing that this meant the alcohol would hit you much harder than you expected.  You turned your head to the left seeing someone who hadn’t taken their eyes off of you the whole time.  You were with Gabriel, but that didn’t mean you couldn’t talk friendly to other guys, right?

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We do this together

(Montgomery de la Cruz x reader)

A/N: Honestly I never thought I would write a imagine about Monty, but oh my god I’m obsessed with him lately, we all know how attractive it is a redeemable bad boy, I’ve lived this with Reggie already lol.

Anyway this imagine it’s a little sad (?) at first I wanted to write one based on Sorry by Halsey, but it turned out being this, truth is that you end up showing your mood when your writing and obviously I wasn’t in my happiest mood writing this one, but now I am feeling a lot better and I want to write one really fluffy and flirty and happiness everywhere so stay tuned.

I hope you like this one xx 

Warnings: Mention of sexual assault and english is not my first language.

Words: 3.040

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It had been a week since I ended my relationship with Monty and since that moment I had been receiving messages and calls, which I didn’t answer, he tried to talk with me every day in the halls or at lunch, but I had avoid him perfectly.

I understood why he felt the need of talking with me, because for him it didn’t make sense that what we had would had ended, our relationship worked so good, we were the image of balance you need between two people in order to make something work. I heard people talk when I passed next to them, how the wonder why we had broken up.

The truth was that I was broken inside, but I was the best when it came to pretend a complete different feeling outside that what I was feeling inside, for example right now in the inside my heart was completely shattered and even more when I saw Monty and his attempts of talking with me, but in the outside I made it look like if I didn’t care about him, like if I didn’t even know him.

I thought that he would end up giving up and he would move on with his life, but day after day he kept coming to me, he didn’t want to forget about us.

There was a day in particular that I found really hard, Monty’s birthday. That day everyone wished him happy birthday in the halls, someone even invited me to the party they were throwing for him at Bryce’s, I obviously wouldn’t go.

When I opened my locker I saw his present, I had bought it a month ago because there were a couple of tickets for an important baseball game and I knew how much he wanted to go and his mother didn’t let him buy the ticket because he got a bad grade, but I knew he wold end up passing that subject and that’s why I bought them, but now they were useless.

I had them in my hand, but I didn’t put them out of my locker so that way no one would see them. That was the first day I felt I could end up crying in front of everyone in that hall, but the sound of a locker closing next to me brought me back to reality and I left the tickets, closing my locker like if there were a bomb inside.

I leaned my back against the cold metal and I looked at the people around me until my eyes met with his for a few seconds, making him start coming in my direction.

“(Y/N) wait please!” he exclaimed when I started to walk away from him.

“Happy birthday Monty!” I looked behind for a second to see how one of the cheerleaders had stopped him to talk to him, even though he kept looking at me.

I locked myself in one of the cubicles in the bathroom, I had to go to my next class, but I didn’t think I could make it; I needed to take a break.

My hands were shaking, which made me even more nervous, so I crossed my arms in front of me, trying to make them stop. I repeated over and over again that everything would be fine; that I had made the right decision even thought it was painful.

I leaned my back on one of the cubicle walls and I slid until I was sitting on the floor, I hugged my legs against my chest and when I heard the bell rang that’s when I burst into tears.

I made myself stop when I heard the bathroom door opening, I even hold my breath to make it look like I wasn’t there, but they had heard me.

“I know there’s someone there” I heard a familiar voice say “I didn’t mean to bother you, but if you need help… I won’t judge” then I recognized the voice, it was my loved friend Hannah.

“It’s me…” I sniffed not moving from my position “(Y/N)” I added.

Silence appeared for a few seconds before I saw under the door how Hannah had sat on the other side.

“Do you want to talk about it?” she knew everything I was going through and all my thoughts, sometimes I wondered if she knew me better than I know myself.

“No” my voice cracked in that moment, showing that I was worse than I expected “I don’t know…”

“I know I’ve said this before… but I think you should do something about it and you should definitely talk to Monty and hear what he has to say about it”

Silence appeared again, this time longer than before. I knew Hannah was right, but if I talked about it I feel like the pain wouldn’t stop and if I talk to Monty I didn’t know how that conversation could end up.

I opened the cubicle door and Hannah stood up quickly, wrapping her arms around me instead of say or ask something else, I hugged her back until I felt I had my strength back.

I spent the rest of the hour with her, talking about the possible scenarios I could find when I talk with Monty, even though I don’t think anything could prepare me for what I would find.

When the bell rang again when left the bathroom and Hannah went to her next class, wishing me luck, and I walked to the classroom where I knew I would find Monty.

He was talking to Zach when they exited the class and when I saw him my heart skipped a beat and my body froze, I was close to turn around and leave, run away as fast as I could, but I saw Zack warning Monty of my presence and when he looked at me he stopped talking.

He started walking in my direction; I guess he thought I’d try to run from him, because I saw his surprised expression when he noticed I didn’t move, looking at him all the time.

“Ca-can we talk?” he sounded almost confused.

I just nodded while I bit my lip, so hard that in any moment I could start tasting the blood.

We walked in silence to the gym, which was empty. I drop my bag on the floor next to the bleachers and I turned in his direction.

“I’m sorry, okay? I don’t know what I’ve done wrong, but I’m sorry, please forgive me” He said walking towards me and taking my hands in his.

I looked at our hands and then at him again. People weren’t use to see this side of Monty, how he needed another person and he would do anything to keep someone by his side, even though he hadn’t to act like the asshole everyone thinks he is.

I put my hands away from him and I saw in his eyes how much that hurt him “You haven’t done anything wrong Monty” I said with a weak smile “You are the perfect boyfriend, every girl would be lucky to have you”

I didn’t know if his expression was more confused or surprised by my words.

“But then… why? Why did you break up?” that was the hard part of this conversation.

“Because…” I sighed heavily looking at my hands, I couldn’t stop playing with them “You deserve someone better Monty and-“

“What? What do you mean with someone better?” he said cutting me “I want you (Y/N), I deserve you” he cupped my face with his hands to make me look him in the eyes.

“You don’t get it… I… I can’t give you what you need” I put my hands on his, moving them away from me “I’m sorry Mont, sorry that I can’t believe that anybody ever really starts to fall in love with me, it is not your fault, I’m a mess and I’m never going to change, I’m sorry if I’ve hurt you because that’s the last thing I wanted to do…”

We stared at each other in silence, I was trying to keep my façade and not start crying and I really think he was feeling the same way because he started biting his lip, something he only does when he’s feeling vulnerable.

“I don’t know what’s going on” he said in a calm tone “But (Y/N), I love you, I am in love with you” he got closer to me if that was even possible “Please tell me what’s happening, let me help you. I’ve tried to ignore it because I know you don’t like to talk about your problems, but this is enough” he put one of his hands in my cheek and that gesture and his words were what he needed to break me and let the tears fall fast through my cheeks.

Without a second thought he brought me towards him and he hugged me, rubbing my hair slowly and kissing my temple. I wrapped my arms around his waist tightly, like if something was going to try to take him away from me.

It seemed like if we stayed like that for an eternity and I was okay with that, because being between his arms was my favourite place to be.

“I didn’t want to…” I cried griping his shirt “I didn’t want to…” I repeated closing my eyes tightly.

Monty made some space between us to be able to look at me and when I opened my eyes to see him I noticed how worried he was.

“(Y/N) what’s going on?” I closed my eyes again and I tighten my lips together trying to find the right way to say what I had to say.

“Something happened to me…” I opened my eyes to see his face when he heard my words through my shaky voice “in that party we went two weeks ago…” my tears started to fall faster and my voice was cracking with every word.

“Wh-what do you mean? What happened?” I could hear how fast his heart was beating in that moment, even faster than mine.

“I drank too much… an-and I went to one of the rooms to rest” I sobbed “someone entered the room… I thought it was you when I felt kisses in my neck” I bit my lip trying to stay as calm as I could “but when I opened my eyes it wasn’t you…” I cried even more than before because of the memory.

I felt his body tense under my hands and how much he was trying to keep himself together.

“I-I tried to push him away… but I couldn’t” he wrapped his arms around me again and I cried with my face hidden in his neck “I was so scared….” I whispered “I tried to scream… fight… and I couldn’t”

“Who did it?” he asked in a cold tone after a few minutes in silence.

I didn’t say anything so he made me look at him and he repeated the question.

“I know what you’ll do if I tell you who did it” I said wiping my tears.

“Of course you know it! I’m going to do what that son of a bitch deserves!” he exclaimed finally losing it “Why didn’t you tell me anything? You should have come to me first” he add softening his voice and trying to make me look him in the eyes.

“Because I still can’t believe this has happened” I answered looking at him and starting my crying again.

“I’m sorry” he said quickly cupping my face with his hands and kissing my forehead “I’m sorry” he said once again “fuck this is so frustrating” he whispered before making me look at him “but you’re going to be okay, I promise” now he seemed to feel guilty and that made me feel even worse “I’m going to be by your side through everything and that asshole it’s going to pay” I shacked my head when I realized what he meant.

“I’m not going to do anything” I said it so weakly that I almost couldn’t hear me, but I know he heard me because of how he reacted.

“You can’t let this go away so easily babe” he tried to sound as calm as he could “You can’t let him go away with what he’s done”

“I can’t do this Monty… I know what’s going to happen if everyone knows about what happened, one way or another people will look at me and talk about me; it’s his word against mine”

“If someone dares to say something about you I’ll make sure they don’t see the sun again” I couldn’t help but smile weakly, even though I wouldn’t let him do anything to anyone it was a relief knowing that I could count on him and that he was by my side no matter what.

“I love you” I said out of nowhere, getting what I wanted, which was see him smile “I just thought you would be better without me after what happened, because I don’t know if I will be the same again” I said looking at him through my glassy eyes.

“There’s nothing you can do that makes me stop loving you” he said caressing my cheeks with his thumbs.

I put my hands on his and I closed my eyes, enjoying the touch of his skin against mine.

“Mont?”

“Yeah?”

“You have to promise me that you won’t do anything if I tell you who did this” I said after a long silence.

I didn’t want to say his name out loud because it was something pretty painful, but I think Monty deserved to know.

“I… I promise you” he said not very sure

I opened my eyes, I knew he would be furious no matter the name I said, but I knew even better that when he heard who did this he probably would lose it, but I had to do it “It was Bryce…” I said feeling a lump on my throat.

I felt his hands tense and I could see how he clenched his jaw; he had to sigh deep a couple of times to control his berating.

I slide my hands through his forearms, making him come back to this moment and not think about all the possible scenarios where he killed Bryce. There was a mix of rage and helplessness in his eyes, something I hadn’t seen before.

“I’m so sorry for doing this to you, I’m sorry for ruining your birthday” I said with a shaky voice.

“You haven’t ruined anything” he said calmly “You haven’t done anything wrong, do you hear me? So stop apologizing” he added kissing my forehead.

I gave him my best smile thanking him his words “Can we leave?” I asked in a whisper.

He nodded before kissing my lips carefully and wrapping his arm around my shoulders. He grabbed my bag and we left for the rest of the day.

After that day I didn’t go to school for a few days, the same way I didn’t go the week after the party, it was like coming back to that again.

Monty came to my house after classes and he stayed until I fell sleep at night, but that day he didn’t showed up at his usual hour, I decided to wait in case something came up and he was coming late, but after an hour I called him, not getting an answer and then I started to get worried.

I went to his house to look for him, I saw his jeep on the entrance and that calmed me a little bit because at least I knew where he was, but when I knock at the door and nothing happened I started to get worried again. I took the emergency key, which I obviously knew where it was and I got in like if I were at my own house.

“Monty?” the house was in complete silence.

I went upstairs to his room and then I heard his voice, in his bathroom, I heard how he was swearing and letting some groans scape his lips.

“Monty?” I asked knocking at the door.

I suddenly stopped hearing him and after a few seconds he unlocked the door, I waited for him to open it, but when he didn’t I pushed it open and then I saw him, he had a black eye and cuts in his nose, cheek and lips.

My eyes were wide open by that moment and I went to him quickly, taking his face between my hands carefully.

“What happened?” I asked worried.

I didn’t get an answer, just the look he gave me every time he does something he know I don’t approve and then I knew it, I knew what he had done so I put my hands away from him.

“I had to do it, I promise you I’ve tried to control it all this time, but today I couldn’t help it anymore” I noticed how his voice was about to crack “I couldn’t do like anything happened after what he did and I wasn’t there to stop it” and then it hit me, he felt more gilt than all the rage he could hold against Bryce and getting in a fight with him was a way to try to release all that guilt.

“Look at me” I said putting my hands on his neck “there’s nothing you could’ve done, you can’t blame yourself for this”

“I should have been with you and nothing would have happened” he said with tears in his eyes.

I wrapped my arms around his neck and brought him closer to me, trying to comfort him “stop it Mont, it’s not your fault” I felt his arms around my waist and how his body relaxed under our touch.

I didn’t know how I would get over this or if I could be the same again, stop feeling this fear that something is about to happen all the time or the feeling that I’m hopeless, but if I knew something for sure was that if I had Monty by my side I would be fine and we’d get over this together.

I Can’t Wait To Hear You Scream PT. 37

Summary: Sherry is missing.

Note: Me trying to get something out on time is, like, unicorn rare. I’m so sorry I’m traaaaash. I wanted this chapter to be way longer and more eventful, but I wanted to go ahead and post what I had done for you guys. I promise the next wait won’t be as long as this one. I’ve been rather busy the past few weeks, but I’m finally getting time to be more active. Also, if you wanna be tagged, let me know, I lost my tags yet again when my other phone broke 🙃

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“Trust is hard. Knowing who to trust, even harder.

~ Maria V. Snyder

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You followed behind Negan as quickly as you could, trying to keep up with his pace. You were too afraid to speak up about anything, and didn’t know if mentioning how the other wives acted suspiciously towards you would only make him turn on you. But you knew too well that for every moment he actually scared you, he was also making you 5 times more attracted to his angered demeanor.

“If I find out that Dwight fuckin’ helped her-” He spat, you could hear the hostility oozing out of him with every word he spoke. He didn’t even seem to be speaking directly to you anymore, it was like an open warning to himself of what he would do to Dwight if he found him guilty. Once you made it down to the apartments, Simon and a few of the other men had quietly gathered outside of a door that you could only assume was Dwight’s room. These were different apartments than the floor that Eugene and David stayed on. Negan gave a sigh that sounded more like a growl than anything else.

“Well, are you waiting for, a fuckin’ initation? Give D a fuckin’ wakeup call.” Negan ordered, pointing Lucille towards the door. You made sure to keep your distance from the situation as you watched Simon and the other men circle around the door, and before you could blink they had simultaneously rammed themselves against it, busting the lock open as it swung open. They rushed into the room and you could hear the sounds of the struggle inside. Negan walked up to the doorway, Lucille perched on his shoulder - her usual spot. Her rightful spot as Negan would say.
Your curiosity got the better of you, and you walked up behind him to see all the men holding down Dwight on the small mattress that he was laying on, it was now stained with blood that was flowing from Dwight’s nose as they gave him his ‘punishment’. You looked on in shock, not so much for the fact that it was violent, but for the fact that this was one of Negan’s main men that was getting beaten within an inch of his life right in front of you. It only reassured earlier thoughts that no one was safe if Negan thought they betrayed his trust, but as violent as it was, you understood that it has to be done. Negan couldn’t risk letting anybody walk over him, not even for the slightest thing. A loud, sharp whistle from him got the attention of his men, making them stop dead in their tracks once Negan thought that they had given Dwight enough. They pulled him up into his knees as he slumped over submissively at Negan’s feet one of his eyes was already swollen and the blood from his nose was now dropping down onto the floor, pooling at his knees.

“It’s come to my attention that I am short a fuckin’ wife, D. Can you guess which fuckin’ one?” Negan said in a firm tone as he looked back down to him.

Dwight raised his head up slowly, meeting Negan’s gaze, his face was blank as he shook his head timidly in response.

Negan cleared his throat and gave him a smirk, “Sherry. I guess you also don’t have any fuckin’ idea where she went either?”

Dwight wiped some of the blood from his nose, “I haven’t seen her. I didn’t know she was gone.”

Negan nodded, “I wanna fuckin’ believe you, D. You’re one of my best goddamn men, and it’d be a damn shame if it turned out that you aren’t fuckin’ loyal.”

“I am..” Dwight answered.

Negan blinked as he stared back down at him and gave a smug smile, “We’ll fuckin’ see, won’t we?” He looked back up to the other men, “Simon, take him down to the cells, and give him a real fuckin’ cozy one. Let him relive his earlier fuckin’ days here.”

Dwight dropped his head again as Negan said this, he knew what it meant. Negan was unsure if he could really trust him at this point and locking him up was the best way to see just how loyal he was. You were surprised, he could have smashed Dwight’s skull in if he wanted to, but he didn’t. He was getting off easy, and he knew it, too. Simon pulled him off the ground quickly with no fuss and they walked past you, and Negan. Negan stopped one of the men you only knew as ‘Dave’.

“Davey, search the fuckin’ room for me. Let me know if you see anything suspicious.” He said, putting emphasis on the word suspicious.

“Yes, sir.” He said in a dull tone as he turned back towards the room, his eyes landing on you for a few seconds too long as he did. You didn’t know what it was about that man, but you got a sick feeling in your stomach anytime you saw him, and always did your best to keep your distance.

Negan let out a frustrated sigh as he leaned back against the door. You took a small step forward and leaned against the other side of it. You wanted to speak, you wanted to say something to try to calm him, but you were stumped and didn’t know what you could tell him. All you could manage to croak out was, “What now?”

He blinked at you, running a hand through his hair, “I’m gonna go see what the fuck the other wives know.”

You gave him a nod, “Probably best if I stay around here then. You know my presence isn’t a welcome one.”

“Keep a fuckin’ eye on things then, darlin’.” He said as he began to walk past you, brushing his hand over your chest as he went. You gave him a smile before he turned the corner and disappeared out of sight. You let out a tired sigh and laid your head back against the wall for a few moments, if it wasn’t one thing it was another around here. Your thoughts were interrupted by a loud crash inside of the room, you peered around the corner of the door to see Dave wrecking Dwight’s room, and breaking things he had no reason to break, and that became obvious when he picked up a lamp on a nearby table and smashed it into the stone floor of the room.

It rubbed you the wrong way and you narrowed your eyes as you watched him, “I don’t think all of that shit is necessary.” You called out to him over the loud noises.

He stopped momentarily as if he wondered who was talking and turned back to you. His eyes lingered over you again before he finally spoke, “And who are you to tell me how to do my fucking job?”

“Nobody of course. But this is a little uncalled for, Dave.” You spat back at him, crossing your arms.

Just to emphasis how much he didn’t care, he pushed a stack of books off of a shelf before walking forward to you. Charming.

“You’ve got a mouth on you.” He growled as he stood in the doorway.

“I do when I see you and the others doing stupid shit. Maybe Negan doesn’t see how much of an asshole you actually are, but I do.”

He smiled and took a step forward, doing his best to intimidate you, “It’s a damn shame he doesn’t believe in beating you bitches.. If I was in charge, you’d have a black eye right now.”

All of your nerves seemed like they were set on fire at once as soon as the words left his lips, your hands twitched, curling into fists without your control, and every fiber in your being was screaming for you to shoot this fucker, but you didn’t wanna become known as the girl that shot anybody she didn’t remotely like - even though you were justified majority of the time. You held your tongue and kept a straight face as you looked back at him.

He smirked and gave you a nod, “Nice talkin’ to ya.” He said in mocking tone before he walked away. Your eyes followed him until he was out of sight, when he was long gone, you let out a long shaky breathe. You were so angry that your head felt like it was going to explode, this situation wasn’t over, but there was a time and place for it. And with that being done, you left the scene, heading to David’s room.

*Negan’s P.O.V*

He had made his way back upstairs to his own floor, he had given his anger time to simmer down - although he was still prone to having an explosive outburst at any moment. He was going to get to the bottom of what was going on one way or another. Once he got to the door of the wives room, he tapped on the door rapidly with Lucille barbed end before pushing it open. The wives all looked around lazily until they saw who it was, once they saw that it was him, they all perked up happily as they watched him stepping through the door.

“Ladies.” He acknowledged them with a smirk as he looked around to them one by one. They all have him nods, and some of them, putting on the best shit eating grins they could muster. He gave a coy smile when he saw the redhead holding Judith in her arms. He laid Lucille down on a table and walked towards her, reaching his arms out, taking Judith in his arms, “And how is this angel doing?” He asked, cradling her in his arm as the toddler beamed up happily at him.

The wife smiled, “She’s fine. She’s kinda difficult at times, but we’re managing.”

Negan shifted his eyes to her, then back to Judith, “Good. Keep her happy, shouldn’t be too fuckin’ hard, Frankie.”

The redhead have him another nod as Negan passed Judith back over to her. He cleared his throat and walked back to the middle of the room, making sure he had their undivided attention, “It shouldn’t be a fuckin’ secret to you girls that I’m here for more than one fuckin’ reason.” He said, his tone getting serious again.

The wives all seemed to drop their smiles at once as he spoke once they realized he was here for business, not pleasure. He looked around to them, but none of them looked inherently nervous.

“Anyone wanna take a fuckin’ guess?” He smiled, that usual look of danger flickering in his eyes, “Remember that the reward for telling the goddamn truth is simple: you get to keep your position in this little fuckin’ lap of luxury, and I won’t send your sweet asses downstairs to work like a fuckin’ dog for your place here.”

They all went silent, you could have literally heard a pin drop in the room. It seemed that even Judith could pick up on the rising tension as her cooing and babbling of no distinct words had stopped.

Frankie shook her head, “What’s wrong, Negan?”

He scraped his teeth over his bottom lip, “Any of you seen Sherry lately?”

Those were the only words it took for a look of fear to spread over each of their faces.

“No.. Is she- is she okay?” Frankie asked, giving him a weak smile.

He shrugged, “I wouldn’t fuckin’ know, sweetheart. It appears she fuckin’ hightailed it out of here recently.” He licked his lips and pointed to her, “Would you, or any of you happen to fuckin’ know how that is?”

She shook her head quickly, “No, of course not.”

“Really? Because I’m thinking that somebody fuckin’ helped her. I’m also fuckin’ thinking that, maybe she’s the one that let Daryl out of his goddamn cage, too.” Negan’s jaw flared, his anger growing quickly.

Frankie mouth parted as she stumbled on her words, not knowing what to say this time, “I’m sorry, Negan.. We-”

She was cut off quickly by one of the other wives. A darkhaired woman named Tanya.

“We know who.. But we were afraid to tell you.” She cut in quickly before Frankie could say anything else.

Negan shifted his eyes to her, glaring, “Who the fuck did it then, darlin’?”

“We know she’s your favorite, so we were afraid.” She paused for a moment studying Negan’s face, “It was (Y/N), she helped Sherry..”

“Bullshit.” His eyes narrowed.

“It’s true, Negan.” Frankie spoke again. Her eyes were wide as they darted back and forth in their sockets, “She threatened us.. She told us that she’d kill all of us if we said anything, and of course we believed her.. Because of Amber.”

Negan took in a breath, not knowing who or what to fucking believe at this point, “Amber brought that shit on herself, sweetheart. Why the fuck would she help Sherry?”

“She wants to get rid of all of us, Negan. She hates us. You know that.” Tanya cut in again, crossing her arms over her chest.

Negan’s blood was boiling in his veins. He ran a hand over his face, his skin was heated and his body went tense. It wasn’t some shit he wanted to believe, and for the most part he didn’t, but what if they weren’t lying? What if you really had helped Sherry just to get her away from him? He turned without a word as he walked to the door, snatching Lucille off the table. He turned his head back to the women all standing in the room, waiting for his response.

“Appreciate the fuckin’ help, ladies.” He said, sourness was in his tone. After that, he turned and left the room without another word. It was the calm before the storm.

*Y/N’s P.O.V.*

It had been a while since you had seen or heard anything from Negan, but you knew he was probably doing whatever he could to get any information on where Sherry was. You walked the grounds of the sanctuary with David by your side.

“What exactly is going on around here today? Things seems more hectic than usual.” He asked as looked around.

“One of the wives disappeared.” You said, slowly turning your head to meet his gaze, not wanting to see that look of judgement in his eyes, but this time there was none.

He shrugged, “Guess that’s good for you, huh?”

You bit your lip, holding back the smirk your face was desperately trying to form and you managed to shake your head, “Not necessarily. It just means Negan is gonna be in a bad fucking mood.”

“Remind me to stay extra far away from him then.” He said and chuckled lightly.

“Everyone should probably steer clear of him if she isn’t found. Just stay with me and do what you’re told, and it’ll be fine.” You glanced back over to him, giving him a serious look.

“Hope you’re right.”

You shrugged, “Why would I lie?”

“I’m not saying that you are, I’m just saying. He’s pretty volatile in general.” David said bluntly.

You nodded back. You couldn’t fault him for that, Negan was indeed very volatile and you knew that very well. You and David were headed to the cafeteria to check on Katherine and Ben since you had assigned them the job of helping Brian, and that also meant that they were out of your hair most if the time, and you didn’t have to keep up with them much, other than the occasional check in to make sure they were actually working. You opened the door to the building when you heard your name being called. You already knew it was Simon by the tone of voice, you turned to see him jogging towards you, a serious look on his face. You glanced to David who gave you a raised eyebrow, not knowing what was going on anymore than you did.

“What it is?” You asked, tapping your foot in the ground.

“Negan wants to see you in his room.” He said, catching his breath. He must have run all the way down to you from the floor you and Negan stayed on.

“Simon, I need to check on my workers.”

“No. He said now, (Y/N).” Simon gave you a stern look, letting you know that he wasn’t joking around.

You breathed in and let the door close, “What’s it about?” You asked suspiciously.

“Ask him. Just get the fuck up there before you get me in shit.” He snapped as he passed by you, heading into the building.

You threw a hand up, “Fine. I’m going.” You growled, turning back to, David, “Looks like I’ve got to go again.. Do you mind?” You said gesturing to the inside of the building.

He shook his head, “No worries, I’ll keep them in line. Sounds like you better go see what your.. Husband wants.”

You smiled, laying your hand on his shoulder thankfully before you turned back around, heading off in a separate direction.

“Hey” He called out, making you turn back to him.

“Yeah, David?”

“For what it’s worth, I think I’d be more upset if you were the one that was gone.. Y'know, if I was him. Seems like you’re more valuable than half the people here.” He said, lifting one of his shoulders.

“Wishful thinking.” You smirked and dropped your head to the group before looking back up at him, “thank you.” You said softly before turning again to leave. You were taken back by his comment, David had never given you what was basically a compliment before.

It was quiet upstairs when you got there, as you walked down the hall, there was no noise of any kind and you had to admit it was eerie, and part of you was already nervous what this urgency with Negan was about. What could possibly be so important that you of all people needed to leave your job to come upstairs? Part of you thought maybe it was just for sex, but you knew Negan would have fucked you anywhere at anytime, and he wouldn’t have sent some else down to get you.
You took a breathe as you stood outside of the door, turning the knob to enter the room. You kept your gaze to the floor before you looked back up, he was sitting on the couch that sat in the middle in the room, Lucille laying in his lap. He didn’t say a word to you as his eyes met yours, he seemed calm, but you knew too well that what seemed, and what was the truth were two completely different things when it involved Negan.
You tried to break the tension that you felt by walking over to the makeshift bar, pouring yourself a drink.
You turned back around. He cleared his throat roughly morning you towards him, his eyes narrowed. You took a generous sip, wanting to calm your nerves as quickly as possible, you hated it when Negan was able to see that he was making you squirm. You got up the courage to walk over to him, sitting next to him on the couch.

“What was so important that you needed me up here for?” You said and instantly regretted it once you realized how bitchy you sounded.

He shifted his eyes back to you, squinting, “You mean you don’t fuckin’ know, darlin’? He sucked me his teeth angrily.

You gave gave him a puzzled look as you thought about it for a moment, you were genuinely stumped, and didn’t understand what the fuck he was talking about.

You shrugged, taking another large sip of the liquor, "No, I don’t.”

He shifted in the seat and ran a hand across his mouth, his eyes trailed over you.
Without warning he snapped on you.
He slapped the glass out of your hand as it smashed into the ground, glass shards flying everywhere.
He lunged at you, his hands wrapped around your throat while he pinned you to the cushion of the couch. You gasped for air as he startled you, but you weren’t completely scared of him, part of you had become desensitized to violence - even when it was happening to you. The other part of you was already extremely turned on, and you knew how wrong it was, but as usual, you didn’t give a shit.
He pressed down on your neck harder as you looked up into his eyes, you could see the rage flickering them.

“What the fuck is your problem?!” You chocked out as your hands wrapped around his, trying to relieve the pressure he had on your neck as you tried to pry his grip open, but it was no use he over powered you so easily that it was ridiculous. He finally brought his other hand up to rest above your head, and you were starting to get worried now, because in his grip was Lucille. Your eyes shifted towards her then back to him. Was this It? Was this finally how you were gonna meet your end, at the hands of the man that you loved? He leaned his head down closer to yours, gritting his teeth.

“(Y/N), baby, I don’t wanna fuckin’ hurt you. I don’t fuckin’ enjoy this shit, but if I find out you’ve fuckin’ betrayed me, that i cant trust you.. That’s just not gonna fuckin’ fly with me, darlin’.” He growled, he kicked your knees apart as they were drawn up against your chest, he nuzzled himself between them to get a better grip on you, trapping you beneath him, but you were still turned on by him - even more so now. You bit the inside of your cheek so hard, you tasted the metallic taste in your mouth as your teeth cut through the skin. You didn’t feel any pain only the intense ache you have for this man as it increased ten fold

You closed your eyes hard as you loked back up a him, squinting, even more confused now, “What the hell are you talking about?” You snapped, starting to get mad that he was insinuating you were fucking him over.

“Word is, you’re the fuckin’ one that let Sherry out, babydoll.” He said, his forhead creasing.

“Who the fuck said that?” You coughed, trying to press up against his grip.

He didn’t say anything, he just raised an eyebrow, waiting for your next answer.

“Why would I do that, Negan? I’d gain nothing from it.”

“But you would have liked Sherry out of the fuckin’ way.” He said calmly.

“Of course.” You said bluntly, “I’d love to see all of them gone, but I didn’t fucking help her.”

He smiled and tightened his grip on Lucille, his other hand working it’s way up to your face, grabbing it roughly, pulling it up closer as he made you look him in the eyes, “Don’t give me a fuckin’ reason to not fuckin’ trust you, darlin’. You saw where Dwight went. I’d hate to have to lock your pretty ass up, too.”

“Negan, you know how I feel about you.” You said, your expression remained calm, “I wouldn’t do whatever you think I’ve done.

He sniffed and shifted his eyes away from you, not wanting to look at you, "We’ll fuckin’ see. You and Dwight are gonna fuckin’ find her. Understand?”

“She’s not gonna come with me even if I did find her, she hates me.”

“Then you better find a fuckin’ way to bring her back, darlin’. As of right now, I’m fuckin’ looking at you and Dwight extra goddamn carefully.” He said, a dangerous expression dancing in his eyes as he spoke, “Fix it.” He growled, kissing you roughly on the lips before he lifted himself off of you, pulling you up onto your feet with him. You looked at him, your jaw was flaring in anger, you didn’t even know what to say to him. You were both locked in what seemed like a never-ending competition.

“Let’s pay Dwight a fuckin’ visit.” He said slowly, turning to head for the door. You followed him quietly, your anger hadn’t budged and all you could do was think about was the shit he had just pulled, not the physicality of it, because that part you had enjoyed and it didn’t shame you to admit that, but if this is what he thought of you, then you wished you really had done away with Sherry. At least then he’d have an actual reason to lose his cool. You wondered who had told him that you were the one that helped her leave, but it didn’t take long for you to piece together that it had to be the wives. You remembered how suspicious they acted yesterday when you questioned them about Sherry, at some point they must have decided to turn it all on you to make it seem like you were involved with it, but you were positive they probably made no mention of how suspicious they acted when you asked them where she was yesterday - before the rest of you knew she was missing.

You looked over to him, realizing how he came to his conclusion, “Whatever they told you is a lie.” You said matter-of-factly, letting him know that you knew.

“I hope for your fuckin’ sake it is, darlin’.” He looked back over to you the disappointed look on his face overshadowing the anger.

He knocked hard on the cell door with Lucille, you could hear the sudden, startled movements from Dwight on the other side of the door, “Good fuckin’ mornin’, sunshine.. is it still as goddamn cost in there as you remember, D?” He paused, chuckling to himself as a leaned against the door, “Bet you didn’t fuckin’ expect to end back up in this position, huh? You spent a long goddamn time on the wrong side of this door, Dwight. But I wanna talk about now.”

You shifted your weight on your fet as you watched Negan talking to Dwight through the door.

“See, I had my men looking for your little failed fuckin’ project Daryl, and I’m sure you can fuckin’ guess we came up empty handed. But to my goddamn surprise, D, it seems that Sherry ended up disappearing right around the same time. Would you fuckin’ know anything about that? Because thats a pretty big fuckin’ coincidence - her taking off right after Daryl.. Oh, and he didn’t fuckin’ force his way outta there.. Nah, somebody opened the door for him.”

“It wasn’t Sherry.” Dwight finally called back in a muffled tone through the door.

There was silence as Negan stood there in thought, he lifted his head up, taking in a deep breathe as he craned his head towards you, his piercing gaze meeting yours eyes. He finally cleared his throat, “Was it you, Dwighty boy, did you open the fuckin’ door.. I mean, this shit was supposed to be the other way around, you were supposed to break him. Did he break you? Hell, you have some legitimate grievances. Are you changing your stripes on me.. Are you starting to fuckin’ see things differently?” He banged on the door with Lucille again, “Shit, after everything that’s gone down, who are you, Dwight?”

There was a few seconds of silence before Dwight’s voice sounded again, “I’m Negan.”

You could see the manipulative smile on Negan’s face as he stuck a key into the lock in the door, opening it up. You moved over, getting a better look at Dwight. You could we his face was swollen from the beating he had received earlier, blood had dried on his forehead from a cut. He covered his eyes, trying to adjust to the harshness of the lights in the corridor. He slowly pulled himself up onto his feet, to stand in front of Negan. He looked over to see you standing to the side, a look of defeat on your face.

“You’re not the only fuckin’ one in trouble, D.” Negan said in a deep tone, looking back to you, “I’ve got the fuckin’ wives blaming her for Sherry, and on the other hand I have you, Dwight, and it’s pretty goddman obvious why I’d think it’s you, right?”

Dwight nodded, “..Yeah”

Negan eyed Dwight, carefully studying his face, looking for any hint of guilt or deception.

“You think you know where Sherry went?”

“I have an idea.” Dwight answered.

“Good. You- the both of you.” Negan said pointing to you, “Are gonna go out and find her. You work this shit out, and get her back here.”

“Yes, sir.”

“Just keep in mind that (Y/N) Is still a wife, and you’re fuckin’ obligated to keep her safe. If she suddenly goes fuckin’ missing.. again.. I’ll have no goddamn use for you anymore, D. Do you understand?” Negan spoke, his tone getting more serious.

“I understand, Negan.”

Negan gave him a nod, “Good. Gather up whatever you need and head out.”

He left soon after, leaving you and Dwight with a task you didn’t even know if you could complete.

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Title: You’re Safe With Me

@sginger1995​ requested: Could you do a story where a new resident moves into max’s building and she has an ex thats abusive that she had kids with and max starts acting like a dad for them and a husband for the new resident?

Character(s): Max and Reader
Summary: Max didn’t expect for you, the new tenant, to be newly divorced with two young children. However, the more time he spent with you, the more he realized that you had taken him out of the walls and shown him a world that he always knew he could live. 
Word Count: 2,465
Warning: Fluff! Mention of domestic abuse!! 
Author’s Note: Ahh!!! I have been waiting so long to write this request. If anyone that knows me knows that Max is my #1 weakness (Denny coming in a close second). He is bae and one of my favorite characters that JDM has played. I know. Something must be wrong with me, right? Anyway, @sginger1995, thank you so so much for requesting this! I loved the idea behind it and I couldn’t wait to start writing! I hope you enjoy it! :-)

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I Can’t Wait to Hear You Scream PT. 38

Summary: You and Dwight are ordered to go out and find Sherry, but you get more than you bargained for.

Includes: Smut. Daddy kink. Spanking. (NOT Dwight smut)

A/N: Look at me, uploading a chapter at a reasonable time! I hope y'all enjoy this trash 😙😙💕

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“A lie that is a half-truth is the darkest of all lies.” ~ Alfred Tennyworth

“Sometimes our balance has to be upset and our course reset in order to help us navigate to our final destination. This is my final destination and where I was meant to be.” ~ Ella Dominguez

“Oh, Sir, don’t you know that on the edge of fear is where trust grows?” ~ Ella Dominguez

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You and Dwight stood there in silence, looking at eachother, both of you trying to process what happens next. You placed your fingers at the bridge of your nose, pinching it, trying to bring yourself back to reality. You leaned back against the wall.

“We’re you serious, or just saying something to get off the hook?” You asked.

“Like I said, I have an idea.” He said, taking a step forward, “Meet me outback near the trucks in 20 minutes.”

You nodded and headed down the hallway with him before splitting up. You walked back into the yard, looking around for any sign of Negan, mainly to avoid him. You didn’t understand why he was putting half of the blame on you, and the more you thought about it, the angrier you became. You walked inside the cafeteria, still needing to check on your workers, you spotted David talking to Brian behind the counter. David turned his head seeing you walking over to them, you motioned for Brian to leave as he turned towards you.

“How’d it go?” David asked non-chalantly.

“Don’t fucking ask. I’ve gotta leave and help Dwight look for Sherry.” You sighed, glancing into the back of the kitchen, you were thankful to see Katherine and Ben doing their work. That was one less thing to worry about.

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Amazing Sin by thecheshirepussycat (56k) [au, friends to lovers, pining]

Gears started turning in Louis’ head. Purely mischievous gears that had Louis formulating a revenge plan against Taylor. He’d had enough of sitting around and taking it. If she was going to call him a whore, then fine, he’ll act like one for real. “I’m going to say something, and as my friends you are obligated to love me anyway.”

“This can’t be good,” Niall said, Zayn just groaned.

“So I know we have this strict ‘no lashing back at Taylor’ rule with me, but what if I can get press revenge a different way?” Louis asked. He wasn’t expecting an answer, because they knew by now to just go with it. “What if I stole her boyfriend?”

Or, the story of Louis ‘Steal Your Man’ Tomlinson.

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Bruises (Pt. 1)

My fave, @fandomimagineswithme, asked me to write a Kai fic, so this is my first one and i’m hoping it’s not a flop!

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Malachai Parker, or so he claimed to be, sat hidden behind the rounded corner of the girls bedroom, his head against the wall, knees to his chest as he took in quiet, ragged breaths. She’d found him outside, running, crying, and though she had no idea from what, the good in her heart told her that bringing him in was the proper thing to do. The girl’s room was warm and inviting, full of light and colorful family photos, essentially the opposite of Kai’s, and it seemed to emit the same radiance as she did. He was clothed in a black tee and torn old grey jacket, frayed and dirty around the edges, and his full lips seemed to bend down into a permanent frown.

“Here, tea,” the girl entered the room, shutting the door quietly behind herself, raising a finger to her lips. She was wearing a floral printed white blouse paired with a high waisted black skirt and cute little brown boots covered in the mud from outside. She held a steaming blue mug of tea in her hands, and she kicked her boots off as she sunk slowly to the floor and handed it to the boy, who outstretched trembling hands.

“Thanks,” he muttered, eyes anywhere but on her as he took a sip.

The girl watched him as if he were some foreign creature, her eyes darting to his sunken blue eyes, colorless cheeks, and-

“Hey, are you okay?” she asked, reaching out towards a purplish blue bruise on Kai’s wrist.

He snapped his arm quickly away, as if an instinct, apologizing at one, “s-sorry.”

“No, it’s okay,” she said apologetically, “I shouldn’t have….”

She continued watching, not saying a word until he put his mug down. Once he did, he finally locked eyes with her, getting a good look at her pretty face for the first time, instantly feeling himself freeze over. She looked so sad over a stranger, so, human.

“Are you okay, Malachai Parker?” she asked softly, genuinely. 

“You can call me Kai,” he responded.

“I like Malachai,” she smiled, little dimples alighting her cheeks “it’s nice.”

“Oh,” he said, taken aback, “alright.”

Her smile faded, fully aware he’d avoided the question, but not pressing him for more, she pushed herself up and walked away before quickly returning with a hoodie in her arms.

“Change,” she insisted, “I’ll wash your clothes for you, they’re pretty dirty.”

“It’s really okay,” Kai shook his head.

“Kai,” she sighed, giving him that pout and bright eyes.

“Alright,” he said, standing. He just stood there, waiting for her to realize.

“Oh! Right, sorry, I’ll go,” she said, handing Kai the pullover and stepping out the room. As she left, she couldn’t help but catch sight of him in the reflection of her window. He pulled off his black shirt, and her hands went flying to her mouth as she caught sight of his beaten and bruised body. Initially, she’d been worried the her biggest clothes wouldn’t fit him, but he easily slid the clothes over his skinny and underfed body. She quickly ducked behind the wall before he could catch her looking, eyes wet as she shook her head in disbelief. She went to put his clothes into the wash before returning with her composed self back in order, wiping at her eyes before she entered her room again.

Kai stood awkwardly near her bed, eyes drifting up as she drew close. 

“These smell like you, like, really nice,” he said, toying with the sleeve of her clothes.

“Oh,” she smiled bashfully, cheeks warming, “uh, thanks.”

A sort of tension seemed to hang between the two, and not sure what to say, she quickly added, “your clothes will be done soon, I put them on quick wash.”

“Thanks,” he said, “I mean, I can wait for them but I don’t want to hold you up, so if you want me to go…” he trailed off.

“No, it’s okay,” she insisted, “wait.”

She sighed and suddenly sunk straight down onto her bed atop the fluffy quilts, rubbing at her temples with agitation. She felt his weight sink slowly down beside her, and she raised her head to catch the worry in his eyes.

“What’s wrong?” Kai asked.

“What’s wrong?” she laughed sadly. “What’s wrong is I found a stranger out by himself in the middle of the night with nobody, and he hasn’t mentioned once where he came from or where he’s planning on going. He won’t tell me about the bruises he’s covered in, and now I’m scared to let him go back to wherever he got those bruises,” she said, jaw clenched as a tear rolled down her cheek.

Kai didn’t say anything, rather, he didn’t know how to.

“Who are you, Malachai Parker?” she asked quietly.

“I think the word you’re looking for is what,” he said after a long silence.

“What?” she asked, eyebrows furrowing as she raised her head.

“I’m not-” he stumbled, not quite sure how to open up, “I’m not like you.”

“How?” she pressed on.

Kai closed his eyes, giving his head a little shake as he searched for the right way to show her. His eyes fell to a silver ring around her finger, and he signalled at it before gently sliding it off of her hands and placing it into his opened palms. He then proceeded to quietly whisper some sort of strange incantation, and the girls eyes widened as the ring began to melt into his flesh, silver goo dripping across his fingertips. Liquid dripped down before vanishing all at once as his blue eyes opened hesitantly.

“That’s how,” he said softly.

“You’re- You have magic?” she gasped quietly. He expected her to be more horrified than happy, which is why he was taken aback by the grin that split across her lips.

“It’s not that simple,” he uttered. “I don’t have magic, I steal it.”

“Oh?” she asked.

“I’m a heretic, but, I’m also a siphon. The rest of my family, well, they’re all perfect little heretics, but me, I’m just the dysfunctional outcast. The only way I get my magic is by taking it from other people, so, that doesn’t go down very well with the gemini coven, you know, ‘crazy sociopath’ and all.”

Half of what he said took a couple of seconds to process, but she figured it out eventually, scooting herself sideways to face Kai.

“So, the bruises?” 

“My father,” Kai said coldly.

She sat there in shock, brain going crazy as she took it all in, and suddenly she was bent forward, wrapping her arms tightly around the heretic before he could say anything. She sunk her face into the back of his neck, squeezing him lightly and gently rubbing her hand over the small of his back. Kai went stiff for a moment, but then cautiously sunk into her arms, eyes closing as he breathed her in, this feeling unfamiliar to him.

“I’m so sorry,” she said, releasing him. “For what you’re going through, and for making you tell me.”

“I’m sorry I let you take me in,” he said, to which her eyes narrowed. “It’s clear to see you’re a perfect girl with a perfect life, and I don’t want to get in the middle of that and mess it up,” he sighed.

“Maybe I don’t want a perfect life,” she murmured, eyes fixated on Kai’s.

Kai took in a shaky breath before standing and heading over to the girl’s window, eyes fluttering closed in an attempt to prevent her control over him to continue.

“Malachai,” she said, taking his hand from behind.

He felt his heart go crazy, biting at his lip to restrain himself.

“You need to let someone in,” she begged, “I want to be that someone.”

Kai turned, eyes opening, “Don’t you see? I can’t be selfish with someone like you,” he said. “You’re precious, human, I just can’t-”

“Don’t,” she pleaded.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered. “Thank you, for taking me in, for showing me more kindness in one night than I’ve ever been shown in my life, but, I have to go.”

He raised his slender fingers to her face, gently pushing her stray hairs behind her ears, the faintest of smiles tickling his lips, “goodbye.”

And then he was gone.

All Figured Out

Summary: While researching  with Sam and Dean, Sam brings up an all too familiar case to the reader. This calls for a trip to mystic falls, and an intervention. The reader must let both worlds combine in order to save both brothers. Will the reader save Damon or will Damon save the reader?

Word Count: 4289

Author’s note: I love writing crossovers so much! I need to focus on school again so I might take a little break, hope this holds you guys over!

This is not how you thought the day would’ve went, at all. This morning in the bunker it was like any other day. You’d been sitting in the library researching with Sam for a new case and Dean was making coffee for everyone. Suddenly Sam lit up, “ Hey (y/n) I think I found something”.

You went over and read the headline that appeared on his screen, “ Trail of bodies left up the east coast, victims ripped limb from limb but placed back together”. Automatically you knew what was happening, and it was all over your face. Sam looked up, “ You okay?”. You took a step back rethinking the entire past year.

Sam got up and walked over to you, “What’s wrong (y/n)?”. You tried to calm yourself down and regain your thoughts. Taking a breath in and out you finally replied, “I need to call Damon right now”. Sam was confused, he’d never heard that name before. You realized you were being vague, “Sammy I-I know who’s doing that-leaving the bodies”.

He was even more confused, “ How do you know? And who’s Damon?”. Dean entered the room holding the coffee as he raised an eyebrow at hearing that name. He placed the cups down onto the table, “Damon?”. You’d never thought it could happen again, when you’d left everything was fine.

You sat down, “ I have something to tell you both, but first I need to call someone”. They both looked way too concerned to let you leave the room. Dean walked over to you, “Look princess, we can help you through this but we need answers now”.

Running a hand through your hair you decided that now was the time to explain. You started, “So obviously I hadn’t always hunted with you both, but I never told you about my past”. Sam had sat down at the table by now as well. Dean spoke up, “ Hey we all have pasts, it’s okay”.

You told both brothers how the town you’d grown up in, Mystic Falls, had it’s fare share of the supernatural. How you’d grown close with two other brothers, Damon and Stefan Salvatore. You braced yourself as you told them they were vampires, and watched Dean choke on his coffee. Dean asked, “ Vampires? What?”.

Sam shut his annoyed brother down, “ Dean come on we both know that not all monsters are monsters”. You smiled in approval and continued. You gave the brief history of both brothers, Stefan the vegetarian vampire, and Damon the wild yet caring one. Currently Stefan was struggling which explained the bodies left up and down the coast.

Dean was confused, “So you’re telling me one brother doesn’t feed off humans because when he does he’s basically a blood-a-holic, and the other one is “wild yet caring”?”. You wanted to laugh, that was one way to sum it up.

Sam finally asked a question, “So where do you fit into all of this?”. You smiled thinking about all the memories you’d shared with Damon and Stefan. You began, “ Well I helped Damon control Stefan, and he’s obviously been struggling since I left”. Both brothers looked at each other and grinned causing you to ask, “ What?”.

Dean raised his eyebrows, “ So just how caring is Damon?”. Where you that easy to read, god you thought you were tougher than that. Sam added, “And just how wild?”. You brought your hand to your forehead in frustration. You laughed along with them, “How could you guys tell?”. Both brothers reminded you that you’d practically become family and they knew you better than anyone.

Dean smiled, “ Guess we have a trip to Mystic Falls then?”. You decided that was probably best and gave a call to your old friend Caroline telling her to not ruin the surprise. You still kept up with Caroline, but recently everything had been to hectic. With the next two hours or so everyone was packed and ready to hit the road.

It was a day or so’s drive and you arrived at Mystic Falls at dinner time and you stopped at the “Mystic Grill” for dinner. You were sat down at a booth and while the boys ordered burgers within seconds were distracted. Looking over to the bar you saw Alaric, of course.

When he saw you walking towards him he laughed, “If it isn’t (y/n), I can guess why you’re here”. While you said Stefan, he said Damon leaving you confused. Rick quickly downed his glass, “Looks like I’ll be needing this, I thought you knew”. Apparently you also thought you knew what was wrong.

You sat in the empty stool next to Rick, “What’s wrong with Damon?”. Alaric was obviously stressed out and didn’t want to tell you what he was about too. He took your hand in his, “Listen (y/n) Stefan isn’t the only brother suffering right now, come by the Lockwood Mansion tonight for the party and see”.

Your jaw dropped, “The party?”. This was a bad situation waiting to happen, and you had to prepare yourself. He lightly squeezed your hand, “I’m letting Damon explain this one himself, but after I give him his chance I won’t hesitate to help you whether that’s kicking his ass or-”. You laughed and hugged Rick, he’d always been a good friend.

Returning to the booth the boys had a lot of questions but you explained that everything would be answered tonight at “the party”. Caroline offered her house to stay at until everything was settled. It was amazing to be able to catch up but you wished it was under better circumstances.

Down stairs Sam and Dean were being introduced to Alaric, and you knew he’d hit it off with Sam immediately. You guessed that when it came to Dean they’d discuss the proper weapons needed to stop Stefan, a vervain grenade probably being Dean’s favorite.

Back upstairs you were getting all the information you’d missed from Caroline. To sum things up Stefan went on a ripper binge because Elena was finding herself again, but by traveling around with Klaus. Klaus had tried to take everything from Stefan and so he couldn’t forgive Elena for leaving, especially with him.  It didn’t help that Stefan had walked in on Elena and Klaus either. After feeling like he’d lost everyone Damon lost himself, and he needed you but didn’t want to stop you from living your new life.

This could be all explained within ten minutes but with Caroline it took thirty, but you’d missed her so much it was worth it. While explaining everything you both got ready for whatever Damon was planning. You wore a short maroon lace dress that showed off your curves and cleavage, and black pumps to match.

Caroline decided to wear a navy blue backless dress that as always hugged her perfectly. For shoes she wore white flats, and looked beautiful as ever. You both worked on your makeup together and pretty soon you were finished. Looking at each other you both smiled in approval, proud of your work.

Checking your phone you realized it was ten o’clock, and people would already be at the mansion. When you got downstairs Rick was going over how to work his various weapons and Dean was loving it. Sam was halfway through an old Gilbert journal and you felt like a proud mom.

The boys finally looked up upon your arrival and Dean whistled. He couldn’t take his eyes off of Caroline, but you’d already planned for this. Of course during catching up with Caroline she had a million questions about both brothers, even though she knew your heart secretly belonged to Damon.

You smiled, “Ready to go everyone?”. Caroline took her car while you jumped into the impala. On the ride there Dean wouldn’t stop asking about Caroline, that would be fun to watch. When you pulled up to the lockwood mansion there was tons of cars there, so many that you couldn’t even think about where all these people had come from.

Some random girl opened the door for you all when you got there, adding more confusion. You’d left Caroline, Sam, Dean and Rick all together as you decided to find Damon by yourself. It had been awhile since you’d been around this many people and you decided to go to Tyler’s father’s office to get a break.

When you entered the room you were shocked at what you saw. Damon was sitting on the couch with a girl on either side as he fed from one sitting on his lap. He smiled when he saw you, “Been awhile since I’ve tasted you (y/n), glad you stopped by for a bite”. He was blood high, and obviously not himself.

You walked over to him, “Sorry but I’m more of a dinner for two girl, not five”. He placed both his hands on the girl’s shoulder and said, “Go get something to drink and take your friends”. Then you were left alone in the room with him. He grabbed the bottle of bourbon from the table and took a sip, “Guess you’ve been reading the newspapers huh?”. Damon was deflecting, drawing attention away from himself and putting it on Stefan.

Taking the bottle from him and sipping you answered, “I came here for the inside scoop, get it right from the source”. He went to grab the bottle from you but you held it tighter and shook your finger at him. He shrugged his shoulders and sat back on the couch crossing his legs and spreading his arms against the back of it. Damon smiled, “Normally I’d charge, but for you I’ll make an exception”.

You covered your heart with your hand in gratitude. He continued, “ Klaus screwed Elena, which screwed over Stefan and as always screwed me”. You took another long sip, you’d definitely need this. Damon used his superspeed to get up from the couch and take the bottle from you. It was your turn, “And I screwed you to by leaving huh?”.

He laughed and pointed a finger, “Oh very good (y/n), very good”. You smiled and shrugged your shoulders. You continued, “Everyone left Damon, but I was already gone and now you’re doing this”. You could tell you were getting through to him, you could see it on his face.

You got closer to him, “Want to self destruct Damon? Do it, but realize that I’m here for you, and that I always have been. All you have to do is ask”. Before he could feed you some excuse you began to leave the room, but wanted to do one last thing. You turned around and grabbed the bottle back from him, “In the meantime I’m going to have some fun too”.

You wished you could see the expression on his face, but you had a mission to start. Damon right now was being reckless, and you were going to out-reckless him. Luckily his humanity was still on, but you still needed to play off of his emotions.

Walking out to the backyard you found Sam and Rick at a table probably still discussing a plan on how to save Stefan. When Rick saw you with the bottle he laughed, “Guess you talked with Damon, nice job”. Sam was probably confused as to how a bottle of bourbon was a tell for Damon, but you’d hoped Rick had been filling him in.

You raised the bottle, “I’m getting through to him Rick, it’s bad but not humanity switch off bad”. Sam jumped in, “Is that true, vampires can really turn off their humanity?”. You and Rick exchanged a look that basically said you both wished that it weren’t true, but it sadly was.

Sighing you answered Sam, “It’s true, and it sucks. The way to turn it back on is to try and get them to feel any emotion, and tonight I shall be working with jealously and turning it into sadness, and turning that into happiness!”. To toast your declaration you took another sip.

Sam looked apprehensive, “But I thought Damon had his switch on still?”. Rick looked to you and you nodded allowing him to take the lead. He took a sip of his drink, “Damon is dangerously close and with him it’s best to act as if it’s already off, and if anyone can bring him back it’s (y/n)”.

You blushed but Sam spoke up, “You know (y/n) hasn’t been completely honest, just how close are her and Damon?”. You wanted to answer but Rick beat you too it. He shot down the last of his drink before beginning, “ Well neither of them will admit it but they’re totally in love with each other, trust me I’m the guys bestfriend”.

Your face turned a beat red, “Rick come on”. Sam smiled thinking about you having someone that could make you so happy. He grinned, “You know (y/n) I believe it, for awhile I thought you and Dean would be like that but now I know why not”. For a long time Sam had thought there was a possibility of you and his brother getting together, but it was now clear that your heart belonged somewhere else which was perfectly fine.

To Dean you’d been a great friend, and Sam knew that was better than nothing. You laughed, “I hate you both”. They looked to each other and smiled, knowing they were right. Looking around you saw that Dean and Caroline had been hitting it off which meant you couldn’t use him for the jealously bit. Suddenly it hit you, “Sam how would you feel about helping me?”.

He put his hands up, “Oh no, I heard what you said about jealousy”. You pleadingly looked to Rick. Rick smiled, “Well it couldn’t hurt, and we’ve already finished most of our Stefan plan”. Sam smiled and before he could change his mind you took his hand and dragged him to where people had been dancing.

Sam looked like he was struggling so you took his hands and placed them on your hips, “Come on Winchester, look alive”. Getting Sam to laugh was a good sign, he was getting comfortable. He started to actually move along with the beat and he wasn’t half bad. You’d almost forgotten that Sammy had gone to college, and dated which meant parties.

You saw Damon standing at the stairs, scoping things out. His facial expression changed when he saw you dancing with Sam, which to him was some random man. You turned so your back was against Sam’s front, “Show time Winchester”. You heard Sam laugh and couldn’t help but laugh as well.

To your surprise Sam pulled back your hair and whispered in your ear, “Worst mistake is to underestimate a Winchester, (y/n)”. Sam’s grip on your hips tightened and you felt him start to move his own body more. As your hips rolled forward, his rolled backwards, and your hips would then meet. You wanted to pinch yourself, was Sam Winchester actually having fun?

Sam let his hands roam up and down your body you would’ve been concerned if he hadn’t whispered in your ear again, “It’s all for the show (y/n), and he’s watching”. Looking up you saw Damon aimlessly talking to some girl as he watched you like a hawk. You leaned forward whipping your hair while arching your back.

Sam ran his hand up your back before grabbing a fistful of your hair, lightly tugging, and guiding you back so your body was against his again. Turning around you were now face to face with Sam, you lowered your body while letting your hands run down his body.

You winked and told Sam that you’d worked up a thirst, he nodded in understandment. You made your way up the stairs, past Damon, to where all the drinks were. You felt like someone was following you so you grabbed a bottle of bourbon and went back to the first room you talked to damon in.

Sitting down on the couch you waited for him to enter the room, you patiently sipped from the bottle. The door opened and closed but you didn’t flinch, you were forced to look to your side as you felt the couch sink in. You smiled, still waiting for Damon to say something.

He grabbed the bottle from your hand and you laughed. He waved a pointed finger, “You haven’t won anything, I just wanted something to drink”. You laughed again and turned to face him. Grabbing the bottle back you began, “We both know that’s not really what you’re thirsty for”.

When you were done taking your sip you added, “And apparently you can drink who-whatever you want”. Damon got up from the couch, and you had to hide your smile, this was working. He was angry, “ It seems like you can drink from whoever you want too (y/n), who even was that?!”.

You could work with this, “Someone who’s not afraid to tell me what they want”. He ran his hands through his hair in frustration. Damon continued, “What if I’m afraid of what I want okay? Everything good in my life leaves, but only when I notice the good!”. You were so close.

Getting up you walked closer to him, “Ignoring the good is the same thing as letting it leave Damon, you of all people should know that things change and people are different”. He turned around, unable to face you. Regardless you continued, “Damon, I left because I thought you didn’t need me, but if I knew I would’ve stayed”.

He still wouldn’t turn so you grabbed onto his shoulder, “ Listen to me Damon, I’m right here”. Damon turned around quickly and grabbed your face with both hands. He stared into your eyes, “ I need you okay (y/n)? I need you so badly because without you I have no good, I need you because you’re the good”.

You couldn’t help but smile, “Damon all I do is remind you of the good within yourself”. He smiled and finally kissed you. One hand still held your face with the other slid down to grab your hip pulling you closer to him. He was still searching your eyes, “How do you see it, it feels like there’s nothing there”.

Shaking your head smiling you replied, “I see the real you, not the closed off Damon you let everyone else see”. Damon grinned, but turned his head letting his hands slip away. It was your turn to take your hand and place it on his face making him look at you, “Damon I see the real you, and I love what I see”.

He bit his lip in contemplation, unsure of how to respond. You laughed, “You’re not that mysterious Damon”. He took a step back, then a step forward, unsure of how to reply. He’d finally made up his mind, and he rushed his way over to you and picked you up.

You were shocked, “Damon what are you-”. His hands wrapped around your waist holding you up as your legs wrapped around him. He began kissing your neck, “You got me okay, but I want to show you that I’m still full of surprises”. Before you could wonder what that meant he pushed you up against the wall.

Damon’s super strength meant that to him you were light as could be, and he was determined. He kissed down your body, “How does this thing come off”. To stop him from ripping it off you pulled it off yourself, his smile growing when he saw your body.

Again he started kissing down your body, his grip on your hips tightening. Suddenly he pushed your body up higher against the wall, placing his face dangerously close to a very sensitive area. As he spoke his hot breath made goosebumps appear on your inner thighs.

He grabbed your legs, hooking them around his neck. Damon looked up at you, “Think you have me all figured out huh?”. While speaking his face was dangerously close and you couldn’t concentrate. Damon continued speaking as he slid your panties to the side, “Sweetheart, you seem to be having trouble focusing”.

You nodded your head, still not fully listening. He brought his face as close as it could get, “Hmm should I stop then-”. Instinctively you grabbed a fistful of his hair, not wanting his head to move away. Damon laughed and you barely got out, “Damon please”.

Damon looked up, “Please what?”. You wanted to kill him, but then again it would end things before they started. Rolling your eyes you replied, “Damon please, I need you”. He grinned, proud of himself and the hold he had over you. He slowly parted his lips and you thought things would finally start but he started to speak, “So worked up and I haven’t even began”.

You started to say some witty remark but were cut off when you finally felt his tongue lick up and down your slit. His tongue flicked when he reached your clit, sending shivers down your spine. You couldn’t hold back a moan. He took your clit between his lips, sucking slowly once.

Again you moaned and your grip on his hair tightened. You felt Damon groan against you, the vibrations making everything more intense. You guided his head, both hands now had fistfuls of hair. His tongue moved in every direction.

To your surprise Damon took one hand off your hip and used it to spread your folds, “You look so damn good”. This time he was able to get more of your clit between his lips as he’d suck. His tongue would dip every so lightly into your entrance, leaving you begging for more.

You couldn’t take it, “Fuck Damon I need more”. He was being so teasing, getting you to the edge and leaving you there. His pointer finger slid slowly down your slit, “Be careful what you wish for”. Stopping your train of though his finger slid into your entrance.

He groaned, “So wet for me (y/n)”. Damon would dip his finger in and take it out, still teasing you. Looking down you saw the smile on his face. Suddenly you felt two fingers slide into you, and once again his grin was priceless.

Damon started pumping his fingers in and out of you picking up speed. He curled them in a “come here” motion hitting your g-spot each time. Your core was aching as his fingers pumped in and out and his lips still sucked on your clit.

You’d been moaning his name, and in turn he’d groan into you bringing even more pleasure to your core. You felt your orgasm coming, “Damon I’m going to-”. He moved his head up and down letting you know that he was well aware. He only pulled his lips off of your clit to tell you, “Cum for me (y/n), I want you to cum for me”.

Being the evil bastard he was Damon used his super speed to completely shock your entire body. All you could do was yell his name as you lost control of your entire body to all of the pleasure he was giving you. You legs shook around him as your orgasm rocked through your entire body. You’d never felt something as intense in your entire life.

It was like wave after wave of pleasure shook through you entire body, leaving you shaking and panting. When it was finally over Damon lowered you down from the wall, but still held you. He pulled his fingers from inside you and brought them to his mouth and began sucking. You stood there mouth agape watching him taste you even more.

Damon winked, “I can’t tell what is better, how good you look all worked up or how good you taste”. He brought his fingers out of his mouth and held them in front of your own mouth, and all you could do was suck. Damon bit his lip watching you taste yourself like that, “Fuck (y/n)”.

While taking his fingers out of your mouth he slowly dragged down your bottom lip. You were still watching him awestruck. He smiled again before kissing you once more. Damon continued the kiss while moving you to the couch with him. He laid you down while grabbing a blanket to cover you up, not like he wanted to stop looking at your naked body.

You smiled, “How do you go from being so sexy to so sweet”. Sitting down next to you he grinned as well, “I could ask you the same thing”. He placed his arm around you bringing your body closer to him. Damon kissed you on the forehead before saying, “I love you (y/n) but if anyone asks all that happened was wild hot sex, not me confessing my love and getting all mushy okay?”.

Looking up you reminded him, “You never confessed your love”. You knew perfectly well how he felt but you wanted to hear him say it to rub it in. He tried to hide his smile, “I am madly in love with you (y/n), you just..do things to me”. That was as close as you’d get tonight for Damon admitting your hold over him. He’d admitted many things tonight, one of them being how fucking good he was in bed.

For the rest of the night you remained curled up with Damon, laughing, joking, and just overall happier than you’d been in awhile. You weren’t going to worry about Caroline and Dean, Elena and Klaus, or Stefan right now. Tonight was a victory, and tomorrow you’d work on saving the world.

A Tricky Announcement

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Title: A Tricky Announcement

Characters: Gabriel x Reader, Castiel, Lucifer, Balthazar, Dean, Sam

Word Count: 1,061

Warnings: Fluff

A/N: This was requested by @ladysigyn221! I know it’s been a long time waiting, but wait no longer!! Think of it as my gift to you! I hope you all enjoy this one!! Feedback is welcomed and appreciated! I love you all so much!!

When you found your brothers almost five years ago, they welcomed you into their life with open arms.  You never expected to meet an archangel so amazing that you would fall head over heels for him.  Every time you looked at Gabriel your heart flew into your throat and you were rendered speechless.  You loved everything about him, and he loved everything about you.  

However, your relationship was far from perfect.  You don’t know how you managed it, but for the last five years you had successfully hidden your relationship with Gabriel from Sam and Dean.  

You shut yourself inside the bathroom with your pregnancy test sitting in the box.  You stared at it for about ten minutes before you actually used it.  All you had to do was wait at least five minutes.  When those five minutes were up, your eyes widened at the stick in your hand.

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You were waiting at a cute little cafe, sipping a chai latte while glancing around. Your eyes searched for the famous black hair and thick frames of your date, always flinching whenever you lay your eyes upon someone similar, but sighing once you realize it wasn’t him.

You adjusted the tubes in your nose from your oxygen tank while awkwardly perusing the menu once more, knowing exactly what you decided to order anyway.

“Hello ma'am. Are we waiting for another or are you ready to order?” the waiter asked with a gentle smile. You cough softly and shook your head, “I’m waiting for my late date,” you chuckle and watched the waiter nod and walk away.

A few songs had passed and you decide to take a look at your vibrating phone, seeing a message from Clark. Sorry, I’m running late due to some.. problems. Don’t hesitate to order, I don’t want you to get hungry because of me. Clark.

You smile bitterly, a bit disappointed not at Clark but at his busy life. You never thought being a reporter would require so much time. Nevertheless, you didn’t judge. You continued to sip the latte and keep yourself occupied somehow.

Your phone vibrated once more, but it was a phone call from your friend, Kathy, “Hey (y/n)! Did you watch the news yet? Jesus christ, it’s crazy. Are you alright?” her voice was panicked and wild, as if she’d burst into tears at any moment.

“Kathy, what’s wrong?” you ask while asking a waiter to turn on the television to the news channel. It looked like an apocalypse. Metropolis, a city not far from you, was being destroyed by bombings and explosions. The headlines read “Superman and the U.S Army forces take on foreign enemy. 1200 dead and counting”. You cover your mouth while listening to the news anchor rapidly describe the incident. The customers around you began to panic and the wave of loud voices filled the cafe up. People began leaving frantically while you held up your oxygen tank close to you, hoping nobody would bump into it. The waiters and waitresses yelled to calm everybody down, but it was no use. Your waiter came to your aid and escorted you out the back, carrying your oxygen tank as you hugged your bag.

“Do you have anywhere to go, madam?” he asked, opening the door to follow his fellow co workers out of the shop. You nod, “Yes, don’t worry about me. You should get home too,” you both smile at eachother and he asks if you needed a ride. You comply and gracefully put yourself into his blue kia.

Suddenly, the ground began shaking and the distant buildings down the street started exploding. You realized the fight migrated near you, sending fear into your spine and a lump appeared in your throat. The waiter patted your shoulder and quickly stepped on the accelerator and drove off onto the street. From your rearview mirror, you watched several buildings explode, collapse, and catch on fire. There were large tanks and vehicles driving around the area as well as jets flying over you two. You began hyperventilating and quickly turning the knob on the tank to deliver more oxygen. This is really bad, you were thinking about various outcomes. Either you’d safely leave this area of danger alive and well or you’d get caught in the middle and end up dying. You clenched your fists, wishing the waiter would drive a bit more faster.

Unexpectedly, a semi-truck crashes down in front of you two, sending the car to crash into the obstacle. You hear the wind-shield glass shatter but luckily your seatbelt prevented a possible concussion.

“Are you–” you gazed upon a lifeless body of such a polite and generous man. His blonde hair now soaked in his own blood. There was debris all over you and some had found its way into the man’s skull, killing him instantaneously. You shudder at the view and bust your way out of the car, trembling onto the cluttered road full of wrecked cars and shattered glass. It was a disaster.

You heard distant cries and screaming as well as crashes and the destruction of the buildings not far from you. There was smoke everywhere, covering the once blue sky. Your mind was a blank canvas with no painter. You felt nothing for a minute or so, until you fell onto your knees. Your eyes sadly glanced down at your palms and your veins. You then shut your eyes and begin to speak softly without any emotion, “Clark, I’m sorry. I hope you don’t feel bad about being busy, I’m not mad..” your eyes begin to drip with tears, “Clark, I wish I could see you one more time..”

Life began to fade from you as your oxygen tank had been punctured from the crash. Your lungs had always been weak and required oxygen, but now it seemed to say that you were on your way to death. Not a moment after your realization, you looked up and gazed upon a man in a navy blue suit. His red cape flew over you and his face. His face looked so very pained and heartbroken. His eyes couldn’t contain his lost anger, but the rest of his face showed a deadly rage. “(y/n),” he whispered before picking you up gently. He glanced over to your oxygen tank and quickly set you back down and began CPR. All of a sudden, you could breathe and life seemed to be more clear now. Once you had a decent supply to breathe from, you looked over to your right and saw a man in a black suit, stomping over.

“Bruce, please take her to a hospital. She needs her oxygen tank replaced.” The man nodded and they both exchanged looks before the man in blue bolted into the air and within a second, became as small as an ant in the sky.

While at the hospital, fully replenished with oxygen, you glance to your right and noticed Clark sleeping beside you on a chair. He was in his usual flannel outfit with his signature frames.

“Clark,” you mutter, rising up from your bed. He quickly rose to aid you, kissing your forehead and apologizing for his lateness.

“(y/n), I’m so sorry I couldn’t be there to help you. Jesus, you almost di-” he stopped as he choked on his words, squeezing his eyes tightly. His muscles, the many of them, clenched and contracted in anger. You suddenly noticed a similarity between the man in blue and your boyfriend of one year.

“Clark, it’s all right. It’s not your fault,” you place your fragile hands on his sharp jawline and gently pull his face up to look at him. You both smile sadly and Clark then kisses you softly across your dry lips.

“Thank god the superman guy was there, or I think I’d actually be gone. We really do need people like him,” you rub your arm and glance out of the window. The smoke from the area in Metropolis covered large part of the sky, but it was now no where near you. Turning over to your boyfriend, you caught him examining you carefully.

“Clark?” you raised an eyebrow at his strange behavior. He shook out of his trance and smiled, “Just glad you’re not badly hurt.”

“I’m not hurt, that’s true,” you say, “but one of the waiters at that cafe died..” You look at Clark who looked upset now.

“Clark, do you have something to tell me?” the question made him widne his eyes, stuttering to find an answer. “W-why would you say that, (y/n)?” he smiled a bit nervously.

You slowly raised your hand and tried to remove his glasses, but he had grasped your hand tenderly. “(y/n)…” he shut his eyes as you completely removed his frames, examining his face.

“You’re the man of steel.” You felt astonished, feeling relieved the scattered puzzle pieces had gone into place now. He furrowed his brows and averted his eyes.

“I was going to tell you someday, but I never could find the time. I–” he huffed in frustration but your benevolent smile caused him to do a double take, “You’re fine, Clark. I’m very proud that I have met someone like you. You do wonders, superman. I love you,” your smiling lips gradually met with his and the kiss sealed their bond of understanding one another.

COMETS

Kai Parker x Reader

word count : 2 218
summary Kai shows up in the middle of the night at reader’s house and they go to see a passing comet. ;)

*not my gif
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Y/N woke up from a strange noise coming from outside her window. At first she thought she had imagined it but then the noise came back. She sat in her bed looking around the room , trying to figure out where the sounds were coming from , her gaze drifting towards the window as another pebble bounced off the glass. She smiled , there was only one person who would show up at the middle of the night throwing pebbles at her bedroom window , tho she didn’t understand why he hadn’t sneaked inside her bedroom like usual. Y/N got up and stumbling walked to the window glancing outside - it really was him. She felt her heart skip a beat when her eyes fell on him.
Kai clearly had seen her because a grin showed up on his face. Y/N opened the window letting the cool air inside.
“What are you doing ?” she asked. “Its … 2am.” she said glancing at her phone screen for a moment.
“Rapunzel , Rapunzel … let down your hair!” Kai said grinning.
Y/N couldn’t help but laugh. Everyone thought Kai was a dangerous sociopath who didn’t care about anyone or anything but they were wrong. He was dangerous and unpredictable , yes …and may have maimed and hurt a lot of people but Kai was different around her. He was actually really sweet in his own way and she loved that about him.
“Oh my …” she said breaking into laughter. “What are you doing down there ?”
“Come outside.” he said suddenly serious. Y/N looked at him curious and nodded.
“Just a sec , I’ll be right down…”
“No. Jump through the window , I’ll catch you.” Kai said. Y/N looked at him as if he were crazy.
“What ? No … I’ll just be a minute ..”
“Don’t you trust me ?” he asked , a slight hint of hurt in his voice.
Y/N sighed. She trusted him , more than she cared to admit. Somehow Kai had become her best friend and so much more than that. Everyone avoided him but not her and they just clicked.
“With my life.” she said while climbing out the window. If for whatever reason Kai didn’t catch her , that would be it for her… but she knew him and was sure he’d catch her. Then she jumped.
A few seconds later she landed right into Kai’s arms.
“Nice of you to drop by.” he said winking at her.
“Oh shut up…” she said laughing while he let her on the ground. Y/N pulled him into a hug immediately.
“I missed having these midnight visits…"  she said smiling. “You haven’t been avoiding me , have you ?”
Kai smiled. Y/N looked at him. Was she imagining it or did he look nervous ?
“Of course not. I’ve just been … busy. ” he said pulling her into another hug. “Hey , there is supposed to be this comet tonight…It’s supposed to be a once in a lifetime thing.”  he said excitedly , “I thought you might want to come watch it with me ?”
Kai’s eyes were bluer than usual and there was something different about him , she just couldn’t quite figure out what it was. Or maybe it was because the past few days he had been MIA and she just missed him too much.
“Lets go.” Y/N took his hand and smiled.
They got in Kai’s car , Y/N sitting on the passenger seat next to him.
“Aren’t you going to put your seatbelt on?” he asked.
She shook her head. Why would she put a seatbelt on when Kai was next to her ? He made her feel safer than any seatbelt ever would and if something happened she knew he’d step up and heal her.
“Put your seatbelt on.” he ordered. “I may be a powerful heretic , but you are still human. Not willing to risk it.”
Y/N sighed and pulled her seatbelt but couldn’t lock it and Kai helped her , his hand slightly touching hers , his touch sending shivers all over her body.  She glanced at him and felt her heart flutter , his eyes met hers and she quickly looked away. Kai started the engine and turned on the radio. A few minutes later he was already singing along to another song , trying to get Y/N to sing along with him too.
“Come on Y/N ! Sing with me !” he said. “Please ?”
It was impossible to say NO to Kai when he said ‘please’ and made pouty face with a puppy dog eyes. There was one thing Kai was extremely good at and that was getting what he wants , always. She gave in and they spent the rest of the drive singing and laughing. Soon they were far enough from the night town lights.

Kai spread a blanket on the grass for them to lay on while watching the comet.
Y/N couldn’t take her eyes off him. How it was possible for him to look hotter every single time she saw him ? He was so perfect - from his chizled jaw , to his eyes and his toned body. She bit her lip getting lost in a fantasy.
Y/N had gotten so distracted watching him and didn’t even notice he has been calling her name until Kai used his vampire speed , put his hands on her waist and and pinned her on the ground on top of the blanket locking eyes with her for a few seconds before rolling off from her.
“Wow …What was that for ?” she asked laughing nervously trying to calm down her breathing with no luck.
“You weren’t listening , I had to grab your attention somehow.” he grinned.
You definitely grabbed my attention. she thought trying to catch her breath. Having him lay on top of her even for a split second had her attention grabbed forever.
“Well … you have my complete attention now.” she said glancing at him. “I didn’t know you would be into comets … ”
“I’m not.. but you are. Plus I wanted to spend some time with you before I .. leave.” he said with a grim tone. Y/N’s eyes widened.
“You are leaving?!” she shot up straight. “You just got back … I don’t … I don’t understand.”  
Kai sighed.  "Your friends don’t like me and want me to leave town.“
"Since when do you care what they think?” she asked , but the answer took a few minutes.
“Since they threatened you , OK.” he laid back on the blanket starring at the sky.
WHAT ?! WHO ??!  Y/N couldn’t understand what was happening but one thing was clear - she was not going to let him leave. Y/N got up and walked briskly to the car , trying hard not to stumble over something in the darkness before reaching inside the car through the open window and taking her phone from the seat where she left it.
“What are you doing ?” Kai pressed her against the car door , his hand swiftly taking her phone out of her hands. Second time tonight his body is pressed firmly against hers and her heart was about to leap out of her chest because of that. She was starting to think he was doing it on purpose.
Y/N sighed in frustration.
“I am calling Damon to let him know I will rip his head off.” she said angrily.
Kai grinned. “That sounds like fun , but doubt you can do that.”
“Try and stop me. Now give me my phone back.” Y/N reached for his hand but couldn’t grab it. “Kai , give it back !”
She tried a couple more times but in the end all Kai did was put her phone in his back pocket.
“Get in the car.” he ordered suddenly serious.
No. I am not getting in the car and I am NOT letting you leave town. Not without me.” she said with determination. All her life in this screwed up town everything had felt absolutely broken and the second Kai showed up it was like everything fell into place. Suddenly life there didn’t seem as bad as before and it was all because of him. There was no way she’d let him go…
“You are not coming with me Y/N.” he said calmly as if explaining something to a child. “All your friends and family are here , you grew up in this town. This is your life.”
You are my life Kai ! I’ll have to be dead to let you leave without me !” she said , her hand rushing to cover her mouth. OMG WHAT DID I JUST SAY?!? she thought as panic flooded her. Kai was her best friend and she knew him better than anyone else , but at this moment she had no idea what his reaction would be. She had pretty much told him she has feelings for him.
Kai pretended to look confused for a split second and then grinned.
“Did you just say that I am your life?”
Y/N shifted uncomfortably on her feet. She had slipped up , big time.
“Lets just … let’s just watch the comet.” Y/N stuttered and tried to wiggle her way out but Kai wouldn’t let her. He had placed his hands on either side of her , his eyes were locked on hers and he was looking at her as if he was seeing her for the first time. Her heart beating faster than ever and the longer Kai stayed this close to her the harder it got for her to breath.
Kai brushed her cheek with the back of his hand , his touch so soft and gentle.  A long moment passed before he spoke.
“You really want to come with me ?” he asked and Y/N nodded. “Are you really sure about this ?”
“I’ve never been more sure about anything else in my life.” Y/N smiled at Kai and he grinned.  "There is just one thing … I want to do before we go.“ she said leaning in , making sure she had his complete attention and slipped her hands in his back pockets , pulling her phone out.
Kai’s eyes widened when he realised what she was doing. He wasn’t gonna let her call Damon and say something that she shouldn’t. She smiled at him , biting her lower lip as if she hasn’t done a thing and the next moment her phone was already out of his pocket.
"You are not going to call him.” Kai said.
“Who says I am going to call him ? Maybe I just want to take a picture of us and post it on Instagram ?” she said winking at him.
“Do you ?” he asked , clearly knowing she was lying. Kai always knew when she did that.
“Yes and no…  I want to try and take a picture of the comet and then a picture of us at .. our new place.” she said not taking her eyes off of him.
Kai took a step back giving her space. “I love how you said ’our place’. You will love our bedroom too.” he said smiling , watching her expression change at his words. “Oh come on , did you really think I haven’t noticed how you act around me ?”
Y/N opened her mouth and closed it again , trying to find the right words to say but the entire vocabulary had escaped her.  He knew about her feelings for him and all this time and hadn’t said a thing to her? ..
“H-how …? Kai , I .. ”
Kai pulled her close to him again , leaning in to whisper in her ear.
“Your heart beats faster every time I touch you … ” he said , his hands on her waist slightly sliding under her shirt touching her skin. “ … and your breathing turns shallow every time I get close to you like this.” he pulled her close , so close there wasn’t any space between them. Kai rested his forehead on hers gently rubbing his nose against hers. “You didn’t really think I’d leave without you , did you?” he said smiling.
Y/N wanted to punch him and kiss him at the same time. He had tricked her.
“W-what ?” she asked confused , trying to remember how to breath failing miserably.
“It had to be your choice , Y/N. I’d never take that away from you just because I can’t bear a moment without you by my side.” he said , the next moment pressing his lips against hers gently at first and the passionately , letting all things he wanted to tell her to be told by the kiss.
Y/N didn’t need air anymore. All she needed was him , all she’d ever need is him. Her hand dropped the phone on the ground as the tangled her fingers in his hair pulling his lips closer to hers.  
“There is no comet , is there ?” she whispered when Kai broke the kiss.
“No.” he said smiling. “Except your eyes right now , glistening in the darkness just like comets.”


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MASTERLIST March / April 2017

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NOTE : Alright so I may or may not have gotten my fandoms crossed here a little. Don’t hate me :P … and this one somehow became one of my favorite fan fics I’ve written. Hope you like it too. :) 

POOL HALL ~ DEREK HALE (coffee shop part 2)

Prompt - part 2 of coffee shop, Derek takes reader on their date - “Haven’t you heard the saying? “If you can’t find the one being hustled in the pool hall, then it’s probably you.”

Warnings, none (possible swearing at the end)

Pairing - Derek x reader

A/N - the request was just for a part 2 so I’ve added the prompt myself hope you all like it.

Story ~

Derek entered the coffee shop walking up to you. His bright smile and eyes shine as the light hits his face from the window. "hi” was all he said making you blush a light shade of pink. He orders his drinks and and takes them back to his table waiting for his friends.

The whole time he was there you couldn’t help but glance over every two minutes smiling when you saw his broody expression as stiles was talking to him. Blushing every time he’d catch you looking giving you a sweet smirk.

20 minutes you looked up at Lydia walking over to get cupcakes and refills for the group “do you know what’s he’s planning for tomorrow?” you ask nervously. You and Lydia had spoken more since Derek asked you out last week. She was quickly becoming a friend.

“he didn’t know what to do so I told to take you to that fancy restaurant out of town so I think he’s doing that” she said thanking you for the cakes heading back to the table.

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The Pack left but Derek stayed, he watched y/n wipe a few tables laughing with her coworker as they danced to a song in the radio. After getting another drink I see writing on the cup ‘Mr Green eyes’ the new nickname she’d given me. It made me laugh that she put it even though she knew my name now.

Derek could sense the anxiety coming from her, going back to his table he see her talking and listens in. “Lydia said we’re going to a fancy restaurant, do you think I could just say I’m sick” y/n says to the boy she works with “no your not bailing out on your date look y/n I’m not letting you” Derek started to worry you didn’t like him. “I want to go out with him I mean look at him he’s gorgeous, I just don’t do fancy restaurants I’d rather go somewhere low key the pub or something” you say. Derek smirked to himself feeling an ego boost by your words.

The next day Derek didn’t come the coffee shop, he didn’t want to give y/n to back out. He knew what he was going to say and do to make her feel more comfortable.

You had gotten ready thinking now was too late to back out. Derek knocked at 7 on the dot. You opened the door he looked stunning in a black shirt jeans n he’s signature leather jacket. He handed you a bunch of roses making you blush as his sweetness.

After getting you coat you walk to his car. “so what would you like to do?” He asks with devious smirk like he already knows “we can go to this restaurant Lydia suggested or I know a nice quiet pub we could have drinks, dose a nice pizza” you smile at him amazed. “Pizza sounds good to me” you answer as he opens the car door for you.

You walk into the bar sitting in the both.
He asked you what you wanted. He came back with a pint and (y/f/d) you both laugh and chat while eating pizza. I turns out you both had more in common the your love for cupcakes, you both liked to read and spend time outside in the woods. You told him about your weekends as a child camping he told you about his favorite places hidden in beacon hills reserve.

Derek saw you looking at the pool table asked if you wanted to play. You nodded walking over setting up as Derek got some more drinks for you both.

“I’m pretty good at this” he smiles confidently. He brakes as you have some more of your drink. “okay so what balls are mine?” you ask smirking at him. You lean down taking your shot completely missing the other ball hitting another. Derek laughs as you pout missing the easy shot.

Derek hits the strip you missed putting it easy leading for his next shot. Derek showed off putting another 2 balls in. You suspect he missed the next ball deliberately. As you lean down to have you go, he stops you. “lower the cue so it’s level, like this” he says standing behind you. He puts his arm around you shifting his body to correct yours, You feel the back of the cue drop as his hand drapes over yours moving it a little. “feel better” he says his breath hot on the side of your neck, making you giggle. Together you both pot your ball, again he helps you with your next shot, he leans you over table your heart pounds as he moves you around you. You feel the cue hitting the ball as Derek move the cue.

Derek wins the first game when the waitress brings your pizza over. You both eat as Derek sets up another game. You both we’re flirty full of laughter and smiles Derek had bet you the last slice if pizza if he won the second game. He smirked as he won taking it.

“one more game” you said smirking “if you win I buy the pizza next time and if  win well I’m sure I’ll think of something” Derek laughed this will be easy he thought to him self. “I’ll break” you say smiling to yourself Derek agreed. You take your shot putting in a spot from the break. Derek frowned his eyebrows but thought it was beginner’s luck. But boy was he wrong.

Your put every ball in one after another calling the pocket he was closest too. When the black went in the look on his face was priceless, “you.. You can” Derek started unable to get his words out. You chuckled walking around the table to him hugging his waist “Haven’t you heard the saying? If you can’t find the one being hustled in the pool hall, then it’s probably you”. He looked amazed he’d been played giving you a smile. You both sat and had a few more drinks you told him how your family owned a pool hall when you was a child and could play like a pro “why did you act like you didn’t know how too?” He asked making you go a shade of pink he loved so much “I wanted to flirt get close have fun” you say sultry this time he went red smirking biting his lip.

Derek drove you home you both stood on your door step “I know what I want as my prize” you tell him. He looks worried but he’s also intrigued. “a kiss and another date pizza is on me” you say stepping closer to him. He grabs your back sweetly kissing you. When he backs away your head spins and your stomach fills with butterflies “you want to go out with me again” you nodded “yes I do” Derek couldn’t hide the smile he had. He had smiled most of the night but this one was different pure happiness was the only way to describe it “see you Monday” he said as you walked I to you house.

Derek drove home unable to believe he’s found the love of his life. The night was nothing like he’d expected and the fact y/n and fooled him and then kicked is ass mad him crazier for you it was the best date he’d ever been on and couldn’t wait to go out again.

Maid - Joker x Reader imagine part 3

a/n: hiii here it is, its like a lil bit fluffy, they basically only talk and such so yeah :) hope you like it

characters: joker, reader

warnings: mention of & nudity, lil bit swearing, daddy kink, kisiing, implied smut

*next morning*


I woke up from a cold breeze hitting my back and groaned. Why was it cold? Where was I? What day was it? What’s the time?

I opened my eyes slowly, feeling light shining from a small window. I flinched a little and sat up from my horizontal position, my back was pressed against a silk-like surface. This isn’t my room, was the first thing that came to mind. I then glanced around the bed I was in - there was a pale white back facing me, tattoos covering it. 

Wait a second. Was it…? Oh, God, it’s him. It’s my boss there, the Joker, laying under the covers next to me. Was he… naked? Was I? I took a look under the blanket I was covered in - I was completely naked. Did we…?

And then memories of last night came back to me. Oh, we really did do it again. Was it a mistake? Did somebody see us? Will it happen again? I needed so many answers. I needed to talk to him.

Was he awake? Wait, what day was it? If yesterday was Thursday, then today it was Friday. Ah, thankfully it’s my day off-work. I looked at the digital clock on the night stand - 10:43am. I sighed in relief. I hoped he didn’t have any plans for today, especially in the morning, because I really needed to ask him about.. well, this. I’ll just have to wait until he wakes up, by himself. God knows what would happen if I disturbed his slumber. 

I stood up from the bed and with a blanket wrapped around my naked body, I tiptoed into the bathroom. I sighed once in ‘safety’ and closed the door to the point that only a small crack was open. 

I dropped the blanket and looked at myself in the mirror. I had so many hickeys all over my neck, and some bruises around the hip region. My casual makeup was a little bit smudged and my lips were redder than usual. I didn’t put on lipstick, ever, so I guess it smeared off of him. There were also red lip marks around my collarbones. Jesus Christ, am I sinning.

I pulled my hair into a messy bun and took off the makeup that was left. I sighed again and stepped into the shower, pulling the curtain closed. I turned on the shower and there was already hot water running down my body. God, it felt relieving. I closed my eyes at the good feeling and tilted my chin upwards. 

I still felt his touch on my body. It was like… a craving that nothing could wash away, not even water. His touches were rough, powerful, but passionate. They sent the vibe that he liked to be in control, dominant, the one in charge. 

Not really giving thought to it, I started quietly singing to myself.

Are we awake?
Am I too old to be this stoned?
Was it your breasts from the start?
They played a part, for goodness sake
I wasn’t told you’d be this cold
Now it’s my time to depart and I just had a change of heart                                I’ll quote on the road like a twat and wind my way out of the city
Finding a girl who is equally pretty won’t be hard
Oh, I just had a change of heart                                                                         You smashed a glass into pieces
That’s around the time I left
When you were coming across as clever
Then you lit the wrong end of a cigarette
You said I’m full of diseases
Your eyes were full of regret
And then you took a picture of your salad
And put it on the Internet

While singing, I finished showering and turned off the running water. I pulled open the curtain and saw what I wasn’t expecting. There he was, standing in just some sort of sweatpants, facing me, but looking at the floor with something in hand. I couldn’t help but to gasp as he startled me, all of a sudden being there. I grabbed a towel from the hanger and wrapped it around myself. He probably walked in while I was showering. How long had he been there?

J raised his eyes from the floor, along with the rest of his face and looked at me.

“No need to cover, doll. It’s nothing I haven’t seen before.” He spoke lowly, barely above a whisper. I just stood there, frozen, not knowing what to do. “Come on out, don’t be afraid.” He urged and I stepped out of the shower, following his orders. I didn’t know if he was in a bad mood, but I definitely did not want to make sure he was, so I did as told. He reached out his pale hand to me. “Come to Daddy, doll. I’ve got something for you. Take my hand.” He spoke. With one hand holding my towel, I reached the other and placed it in his and he pulled me closer to him in a second. Our faces just a few inches from each other, he was looking me right in the eyes. Oh, his eyes…

Joker suddenly took me by my sides with a bit force, making me yelp and then put me on the bathroom counter. I was watching him with curiosity as he spread my legs and stood in between them, then looking up at me.

“Let Daddy take care of you, baby girl.” He said. I nodded, waiting for his next action. I could talk to him now, when he’s… calm. Yeah, I’ll do that.

J slowly unwraps my towel from around me and lets it pool at my butt, almost admiring the sight before him. I was completely exposed to him again. 

“Daddy would love to fuck you right now, but he needs to take care of you first.” He says, running his hands up and down my sides and making me shiver slightly at his cold fingers. ”Don’t you love how Daddy’s marked you?” He then took the thing he was holding in his hand and unfolded it. A white, closed button-up shirt. “I’m sure this will suit you.” He said, undoing the buttons. When that was done, J put it behind me and carefully slid my arms into the sleeves of it. Once it was on me, - it felt so big on me -, he did only the bottom ones, leaving my chest partly exposed to him.

“Daddy?” I spoke.

“Yes, baby doll?” He replies, placing his hand on my waist.

“I have a question. Or a few.” I spoke, putting my hands lazily on his shoulders, letting them hang off of his shoulders. 

“Go ahead.”

“What are we?” I asked. “What do we classify as?”

“Well… I don’t think we classify as anything, at least we don’t need to.” He spoke. Oh. 

“But what is this between us, Daddy? You’re supposed to be my boss.”  I stated. “Are you?”

“Must be so.”

“Then what am I to you, Daddy?” I pushed, leaning a bit closer to him.

“What do you want yourself to be to me, angel?” 

“I don’t know, Daddy. I just… don’t want this to be anything un-special, meaningless to each other.”

“Why would you think this could be meaningless to me? Or you?” Anger appeared in his voice. “Everything has a meaning. Including this.”

“And what is this?” I said, feeling tears well up behind my eyes. Joker looked away from me, only a huff escaping his lips. “C'mon, Daddy, don’t you want me closer to you? Always by your side?” I pouted, the tears almost coming out. I leaned very close to his face, looking in his blue eyes. I saw anger in them which made me feel afraid and tears roll down my cheeks.

“Please, don’t cry, baby doll. Daddy doesn’t like to see you upset.” He said, stroking my cheek, which only made more tears fall from my eyes. “Is this what was upsetting you last night?” He asked and I nodded, pursing my lips together, but then letting a sob out. “Don’t cry, doll. Please. Am I upsetting you?” I looked down. It wasn’t his fault I had accidentally caught feelings for him. But it did involve him. “Baby girl, Daddy can make you feel better.” J said, bringing his lips to my neck and sliding his hands further down my body, but I weakly pushed him away. I looked him in the eyes, there was hurt visible. “Don’t you want Daddy to make you feel better?” I shook my head.

“Not in that way.” I said. 

“Then tell me what you want, baby. I’ll do it. Do you wanna go home or stay here or…”

“No, I want you. Here, always, every day, all day.” I confessed. “I want to stay here with you for whatever-how-long. Don’t you want that?”

“Listen, baby girl. Daddy likes you very, very, very much. I enjoy your company and the things you do for me.” He said. “So, if being… with me, mine, whatever, makes you happy, I will do everything to make you pleased. I would do anything for you.”

“Really?” I smiled.

“Yes, my angel.” Joker replied. I wanted to hug him, but knew he wasn’t the 'hug person’, so I kissed him instead. He grunted, but i could feel him smirk. “So what would you want?”

“I… want to live here. With you.” I confessed once again.

“Anything for my princess.” He said and kissed me again. “By the way,” he dragged out the last word, “I love how you sing, angel face.”

a/n: aLRIGHT I HOPE THIS MAKES YOU HAPPY, BECAUSE IT CERTAINLY MAKES ME HAPPY SO YEAH HADHSDHJSGH I LOVE ALL 200 OF YOU BABES THANK YOU FOR EVERYTHING

I Bet You Won’t Do It Again

Pairing: Jungkook x reader (Jimin+others*no sexual contact*)

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Summary: Jungkook and you have been seeing each other for years now, you love each other deeply. But Jungkook has been away touring a lot and you were lonely. He comes back and doesn’t like what he sees, which makes him jealous {involving Jimin}.

Warning: Very Dirty Smut, Spanking, Bruising, Dom-kook, Overstimulation, Choking, Daddy Kink, Rimming, Dirty language,[A lot of filthiness is in here omfg ヘ( ̄ω ̄ヘ)] Name calling {Slut,Whore etc} and finally Begging, 

A/N: This took me a while, to get into my real dirty side, Since I took a while away from writing smut, Also I’m not sure if you want sex included in it, but since this usually leads to sex in my head,I hope I didn’t overdo it lol, Jungkook does things to me. Yeah I hope you enjoy this mess..well it’s not messy but yeah..it’s a mess huhuhu

Jungkook smut “I’m going to spank you until you are crying, begging me to stop” Where he spanks you because he is jealous - anon


It has been 3 months, since you last saw Jungkook. You were feeling lonely, and neglected. You knew he loved you, and you loved him, but you couldn’t help that you were horny. You would often help yourself because he wasn’t there to satisfy you.You’d watch him live on a show and get worked up on how good he looked every time he appeared.

You’d moan his name,slowly fingering yourself, every time you heard him speak so innocently. Squirming with the pillow between your chest.

“Jungkook I love-” gasping already reaching your high,tensing up just by hearing him sing. Your middle finger, covered in your cum, you ride out your high, with your finger still deep inside of you. Once you pull out you stare at it, not ashamed but worried.

“How long will I be doing this…” You sigh, getting up and walking into the bathroom to wash your hands. Once you left the bathroom, the phone began to ring, as you picked it up a accustomed adorable voice answered.

“Hey! y/n, How have you been?” He says concerned but with a cute growl. His eyes wide, imagining your smile right now.

“Oh how, i missed your voice Jimin” You hear his cute chuckle over the phone before replying

“Y/N, we are back from touring,ah.. jungkookie misses you a lot, he’s been talking about how much he wanted to see you- Jungkook cuts him off, covering his mouth and aggressively shoving him, catching the other members attention.”YA! Jungkookie haha will you come meet us at the coffee shop in 30?” He giggled as kookie tried to grab the phone.

You grinned, “yay!, I’ll be there soon” After hanging up, you hop in the shower and grab a towel after you get out in 20 minutes, and put on a cute black bra and panty set. Jungkook being the one that bought it for you before he left. You put a pink floral crop top, and black shorts, that barely covered your thighs on. You put on black knee high socks and some cute high heels, You put your hair up into a cute bun (whether your hair being naturally curly or straight)

You grabbed your black over sized sweater and left out, When you were walking and crossing the street, You saw Yoongi a friend and someone who worked with kookie, walk outside the coffee shop, to sit outside. Your eyes followed to witness the rest of them sitting outside, eating donuts and drinking coffee.

Jimin was the first to see you and call your name, Jungkook who was munching on a donut, stopped chewing, looking up at you, his cheeks puffed up, looking like a cute bunny. You giggled at the reaction from the lover. He was staring intensively, almost choking on his donut when Namjoon accidentally hit him on the back with his elbow.

“y/n! come over here! we are over here” Jimin says, finishing his coffee already.

You walk over and Jimin quickly arose from his seat to snatch you up in his arms.

“Wooah, y/n you’ve gotten prettier!” Jimin complimented, looking you up and down. Jungkook kept staring like he never saw you before. You grinned, glancing at him as if you had a high school crush on each other.

Jimin noticed the glares, and waved his hands in front of the young maknae. Jimin smirked at Jungkook.

“y/n..you look beautiful” he spoke suddenly, you blushed at this as he was still staring. Jungkook stood up, and nervously scratches his head. He looked lost, forgetting what he was going to do, with powder from the donut on the side of his lips. You wiped it off, missing how you used to do it, when he was here frequently.

Jimin took your hand and held it, intertwining with yours. Jungkook eyed Jimin down.

“y/n, you are glowing!” He smiled at you, “Oh, I haven’t bought your coffee yet,my treat.” He says, 

“Jimin, you are the sweetest! thank you” You walk away with Jimin, glancing back at jungkook as he just stood there.

“Jungkookie-ah..Sit down” Yoongi said softly, looking at jungkook like he was obsessive and crazy. After coming back, jungkook being in daze, thinking about you. He turned his attention to you and jimin laughing about old times.

As he kept complimenting you on your looks ever since they came back. You giving sweet smile and blushes, that should’ve been toward jungkook, but he couldn’t find himself speaking at least one word to you. And he just sat there as if he were jealous of the hyung.

You stroked Jimin’s hair, angry at how Jungkook just ignored you, and spoke lightly to Taehyung.

“You look really cute with this hair color” You tilt your head, adoring Jimin’s eye smiles. Jungkook had the last straw, he clenched his fists looking over at you when you ruffled Jimin’s hair. Jimin’s hand, grazing over yours now.

“We should get going now”Jungkook said cutting off Jimin. 

“Hah..This guy..We just got here” Jin chuckled, with food in his cheeks.

“I have a surprise for y/n” He said, glaring at you darkly. He removed himself from the table. Grabbing your hand from Jimins, Practically dragging you to the house, you couldn’t even get a word out.

The rest just stared at you and Jimin shrugged it off, They went on to talking.

“Babe! What is wrong with you? You just embarrassed me in front of-” You yelled at him for yanking you upstairs, He ignored you until you got to the door.

“I don’t fucking care y/n.. open the door” He ordered furiously, breathing like a bull.You observed his expression, His hands clenching, his face flushed red. He was angry with you but you didn’t know why. You knew exactly what was going to happen once you both entered that house. You took your keys out, opening it slowly. He grabbed your wrist pulling you inside, and slamming you into the door, forcing it to close loudly.

“Jungkook!” You gasped, your hand still on the knob, your chest heaved, trying to catch your breathe. 

“Are you trying to piss me off y/n?” He says sternly, locking you into his direction, with his hands pinned on to both sides of the wall. Your grasp on the inside knob of the door, weakened and your hand slowly came up to his chest. Trying to create this small distance between you too.

“No! what is your problem? You’ve only said a few words to me, and ignored me the whole time-

“What gives you the right, to flirt with Jimin?, in front of me?, You think Daddy wouldn’t notice?” He grunts, moving in closer to your ear. “Over my knee ..now y/n” He roughly removes his jacket, letting it drop to the floor.

You were getting really turned on by this, loving this side of him, missing his touch and his dominance over you. You gained lust for him, biting your lip as you watched him sit across the couch with his legs spread out.

He licks his lips, looking up at you now, waiting for you to approach him and once you did, he took you into his strong grasp, displaying you across his knees. He pulled off your shorts and ripped off your panties, seeing those black panties, made him strain you.

“Fuck y/n, do you know what you do to me?” He growls, smacking your ass, and squeezing your right cheek all at once. The sound bounced off the walls, making you moan at the feeling.

You were getting wet by his jealous behavior, and the feel of his rough hands on your ass. Your legs bolted up, when he landed another slap on your left cheek a bit harder, squeezing and rubbing the purple colored skin.

“Daddy shit!” you hissed, pushing yourself up,shivering helplessly.. whimpering at this point, your wetness pouring down your thigh. The pleasure being that intense.

“Now i’m going to ask you this simple question Y/n” He lifts your ass in the air, admiring the view of it in his face practically, “And if you give me the wrong answer, I’m going to spank you until you are crying” He pauses, landing another hard smack and squeeze to your ass, you gasped biting your lap.

Moaning in awe, and gripping the couch for dear life.

“Begging me to stop” He continued, teasingly, sticking a finger into your wet hole. You squealed, trying to move away from his middle finger.

“Jungk-” You growled at him, instinctively grabbing his wrist.”You’re gonna make me cum already” You moaned 

“You’re soaked babygirl.” He said, before gripping your hand and putting straining you down. “I hope you haven’t been fucking your self while I was away” He warned, slowly moving his finger in and out of your convulsing hole.

You blushed, knowing that you have. You burried your face into the cushion.

“Have you?” He spanks you harder twice more, biting down on to his lap, making it bleed. He loved watching you suffer.

“Daddy please!” You cried out.

“Beg me”He grunted,”Beg me to fucking stop y/n”

“Jungkookie! i’m going to cum pleaseeee”A cryful moan escaping your lips.

“Please what babygirl?” He chuckled darkly at your struggle.

You grind yourself onto his thighs, biting on the couch, at how painful his hands were treating you but turning you on at the same time. You clenched around his finger hard, knowing that you were so close already, and as he sped up you were leaking on to his finger and thigh.

“Answer the fucking question y/n!” He gripped you ass again, landing 3 more smacks, making you cum unexpectedly on to his pants. You moaned his name loudly. He smirked and shaking his head. “You dirty little whore”

“Yes” You say purposely, giggling seductively, rising your ass in air a bit higher than it was.

He pulls your head back, roughly kissing you, rudely sticking his tongue into your mouth without permission, you didn’t mind, battling with his tongue, and cupping his jaw. 

He stood up, unbuckling his pants, clenching his jaw and smirking at you hungrily. He nods his head over to the kitchen counter. You licking your lips and walking over to the counter. He threw his belt over to the side following you.

He grabs your waist, making out with you now, performing opened mouth kisses on you, and grinding into your exposed wet pussy, his hand came up under your thighs, lifting you up onto the counter. He latched his lips onto your neck, sucking deeply at the flesh making a moan escape your bruised lips.

Your clit throbbing, anticipating for his cock to rub up against it. He turns you around, your back facing his, he began to kiss the back of your neck. You grabbed on to his hair, ruffling it into the palm of your hand.

You both began to strip off your shirts, he kissed your right shoulder, squeezing your left shoulder, anxious he was and so were you. The only sounds you could hear were faint moans and heavy breathing between you two. Unclasping your bra with just one hand, he threw it, biting at the tip of your ear now.

“You touched yourself to me y/n” He growled into your ear, you nodded, making him bend you over, and pull his pants down in just seconds. His pants hanging onto his thighs, He touched his aching cock and moaned throwing his head back.

“You’ve been such a dirty slut, since i’ve been gone y/n” He strokes his cock repeatively, hard squeezing the pre cum out. Running his thumb over the tip and cursing when he felt your ass brush against the wet tip.

He stroked once more, before ramming his cock inside of you, he let you adjust before moving inside you,letting himself go deep, and pulling himself off before ramming back inside of you.You cried out in complete bliss, He grabbed a hand full of you hair. Rimming you into the counter, and telling you dirty things.

“Who owns this pussy y/n, tell me” He grunts, hitting your spot so easily,His thick cock thrusted up into you, rubbing against your clit so nicely, making you lose control and crying out his name. His starts to rub your clit rapidly,Pinching the bud as the wet sounds filled both of your ears, making your mouth drop at the sudden action. It felt so fucking good too.

“You-u daddy!” You moaned, pushing yourself into him, grinding your clit on to his middle finger, as pre cum slipped continuously out of you. You growled, when he slapped your ass again, sending shockwaves up your spine, coursing through your groin, making you even more horny.

“No one will ever fuck you like this, you got it!” He shouted, his rough hand, clutched on your neck, rimming deep into you now, you shouted at this, choking and biting your bottom lip so hard. He had marks all over your back, Both of you sweating in the heat of rough sex.

“Fuck me with your fat cock baby” You cried out, clenching around him now, 

He grabbed your right breasts, slapping at it and holding your chest close to him, whispering in your ear about how much he loves how your pussy clenches around him. He gasped, his mouth dropping, his cock twitching inside of you. With his hot cum spilling out of you, down your leg.

He came violently, without warning you and so did you. His body twitched as he spilled inside of you as he pulled out slowly. You wrapped your arm around his neck, kissing him again.

“Since when do you get jealous?” You teased him, sweeping your hair back from your face.

“y/n …don’t start” He chuckles, as he cleans both of you off.

You lick your lips playfully as he looks up at you exposing his adam’s apple while zipping up his pants. “What if I told you I used toys” You say as you played with his chin.

“Oh?..without me?…” He smirks, looking down at your hardened nipples. “I bet you wont do it again

Imagine Chris finding you incredibly amusing.

It was a slow day at work, you probably only had ten or so patrons eating at the diner. You were so preoccupied refilling the salt shakers and pepper mills that you didn’t even notice your favorite actor, Chris Evans sitting by the corner window. This was the fourth time in a week that he’d been in because of you, yet you had not once spoken with him.

He always sat in your co-workers’ stations and made sure to slip his cap and sunglasses on when they spoke with him so no one would alert you of his presence. He knew you were a fan- from overhearing you swoon over him numerous times with your co-worker, Ally- and was afraid you’d lose your candid personality if you knew he was in the crowd; your brutal honesty, straightforwardness and sassiness was kind of what enticed him to keep coming back each day. You had no idea but Chris Evans found you incredibly amusing.

He enjoyed watching you work, listening to the way you’d interact with customers- both good and bad. You didn’t enjoy your encounters with the snobby and rude customers, but he enjoyed watching your encounters with them. It was interesting to him, hilarious even. He liked the way you’d come up with witty comebacks that flew right over the customers’ heads, the way you’d smile but roll your eyes the second they turn their backs on you, and the way you’d turn down douchey frat boys and the snobby business men who think they can buy you off with the promise of expensive things.

Your IDGAF attitude and your constant sass gave you the reputation of being cold and rude, but those who really knew you- those who really observed you knew you were anything but. Chris knew, he could tell you were actually an incredibly kind hearted person. He could see it from the way you’d draw adorable faces in a child’s hot chocolate; walk elderly folks out to their cars with an umbrella when it rained; confront customers that treated your co-workers unfairly; and wave those who deserved your kindness and didn’t have the spare change with a ‘don’t worry about it’. You were a good person and he could see that.

Chris watched you from afar, once again admiring how beautiful you were. He smiled every time he saw you conversing with yourself under your breath, wishing he knew what you were saying; whatever it was must have been pretty interesting if you had to constantly fight the urge to smile or laugh. God, you were a sight for sore eyes; he could just watch you forever. But he was done just watching, he wanted to talk to you and get to know you.

“Y/N,” you heard Max call your name as he slid an order across the counter. “It’s for the two ladies at table B, just make the latte first. Her friends wants the soy cappuccino after she finishes her meal,” he told you and you nodded, taking the order from him and walking over to the coffee counter. “Just so you know,” he followed you across with a smirk on his lips. “There’s a really cute guy that’s been sitting in my section for the past four days and-”

“I didn’t know you swung that way, Max,” you teased him and he chuckled softly. “Here I was thinking you always had a thing for me, guess I was wrong. It’s okay,” you reached for his hand and patted it endearingly, “whatever makes you happy.”

“One day, Y/N, one day I’m going to think your quick wit is no longer cute.” He told you and you laughed. “You’re lucky today is not that day otherwise I would’ve walked away and not informed you of your secret admirer.” He beckoned his head to the corner window booth and you rolled your eyes, not bothering to look. “He’s been here four days in a row and I think it’s because of you.”

“Me too, that’s why we’ve been talking so much in the last four days.” You responded sarcastically as you began to make the latte. “Honestly, Max,” you chuckled with a shake of your head. “I’m flatter you think every cute guy is here because of me but it’s getting a little old. Can’t you go and bother Ally? She’s cute, she might have a few admirers too.”

“Perhaps, but not this guy.” Max glanced back over at Chris who had noticed the attention he was getting and had now buried his head in his book; he had left his cap and sunglasses behind today. “This guy is definitely here because of you. Trust me, Y/N,” he turned back to you and you sighed. “I’m a guy, I know when a guy likes a girl and that guy likes you. Just- go over and say hello when you’re done with this latte? Humor me a little.”

“Fine,” you huffed and he smiled. “Why are you so eager to get me off the market anyway? Don’t you want me as a backup plan, or something? In case your current relations don’t work out and you realize I’m the girl for you after all?”

“You are far too special to be my backup plan,” he told you and you smiled. “If I want to be with you, I’ll fight for you when my current relations don’t work out. Until then- you’re more than welcome to date and be happy because you deserve that. I gotta go put this order in, go say hello to him when you’re done.” He waited until you nodded before he headed for the kitchen.

You finished making the latte and delivered it to Max’s table for him, since it was on your way to your 'secret admirer’. “Latte?” You asked the two ladies and was about to put it down in front of the lady that nodded when her friend yelled in your face.

“I said after my meal!”

You scoffed and calmly placed the latte down on the table before turning your attention onto her rude friend. “This isn’t your coffee,” you told her with a volume almost equal to hers. “Did you order a latte?” You quizzed, raising your eyebrows at her. “No, so how about you not yell in my face.” The words formed a suggestion but it didn’t sound like one. You turned back to her friend and smiled sweetly, “enjoy your coffee, ma'am.”

Chris watched that entire encounter go down and he chuckled behind his book; he didn’t realize that you were actually close enough to hear him. You looked over at his table and narrowed your eyes, a curious smile on your lips. You walked over and gently knocked on his table, he lowered his book and looked up at you. Your jaw dropped when you realized who was sitting in front of you.

“Oh my God,” you breathed, “you’re Chris Evans.”

“Hi Y/N,” he said your name with a smile and you felt the air knocked out of your lungs.

“You know my name?” A nervous chuckle escaped your throat. “Captain America knows my name.”

“It’s not my first time here,” he chuckled softly. “Plus- and don’t freak out when I say this,” he quickly added with his hands held up in surrender before continuing, “I kind of come here because of you.” Your eyes narrowed but your heart sang 'cause Max was right. “You’re very amusing to watch work.”

“So you just come here and watch me work?”

“You don’t have to make it sound so weird.” He chuckled nervously, the heat rising to his cheeks. “I have breakfast here, I don’t just sit and- Look, I’m not a stalker or anything,” he rambled and you suppressed the urge to laugh. “I just- you’re very pretty and you’re incredibly funny and- Oh God,” he ran his hand through his un-gelled hair, “I’m drowning here, aren’t I?”

“A little bit,” you giggled. “But you’re Chris Evans and I’m a huge fan so- all this is just cute to me.”

“That’s good to know.” He chuckled, scratching the back of his neck. “I’ve been wondering…” he trailed off, a little afraid you’d reject him like you’d rejected other guys before. “If you um-” he swallowed, the butterflies in his stomach being chewed by rats. “I was just-”

“Would you like to have dinner with me?” You asked before he could. “Or maybe grab a cup of coffee, somewhere where I don’t have to make it?” You suggested and his heart skipped a beat. “That way you can get to know me like a normal person.” You joked and he laughed. “Here’s my number.” You scribbled it down on your pad and ripped the page out for him. “Call me some time,” you told him and threw a smile over your shoulder as you made your way back to your counter.

“Well?” Max asked when you saw you.

Before you could tell him what had just happened, your phone buzzed in your pocket. You pulled it out and narrowed your eyes at the unfamiliar number. “Hello?” You spoke upon answering then smiled when you heard the familiar voice.

“Just me calling you some time,” Chris smiled and gave you a small wave as you turned his way. “Think you could squeeze me in for dinner tonight?” He asked and you smiled. “I know you don’t work nights, so…” He trailed off and you chuckled.

“And you said you’re not a stalker.”

IM WITH YOU Part One

Hi everyone! This is part one of my first request, I hope you enjoy it 😘😘

You sat in your seat at Church, your stomach aching with nerves. Your hands were clenched into fists and your knuckles were white.
It wasn’t easy being the only female in the Sons Of Anarchy. You had to work harder than the rest to earn your patch, and you knew that not all of your Brothers took you seriously. You killed for them, fought for them, anything you could to prove your worth.
You watched as the rest of the club took their seats. You sat next to Bobby and couldn’t help but notice the empty seat next to you. Juices seat.
Everyone looked at Jax as he took his seat at the head of the table and began to speak.
“There is a rat at our table” he said.
Your heart sank, your worst fear coming true.
Juice had come to you last night and told you everything. He had made a deal with Roosevelt and Potter, stolen the coke and killed Miles to cover himself.
He had suspected that Jax knew, and now you knew that he was right.
You’d been seeing Juice secretly for months now, but you’d never realised what he was doing behind the clubs back. You didn’t like it, no you hated what he’d done. But you understood it. His whole life Juice had wanted to fit in, to have a family. He had found that with the Sons and when that was threatened he panicked.
Your hands shook as you waited for what was coming. You didn’t hear what everyone was saying because you knew what this meant. He had betrayed the club, there was only one way to handle it.
“Let’s vote. Juan Carlos Ortiz to meet Mr Mayhem.” Jax said, his face grim.
You watched as all your brothers voted yes, voted to kill Juice, voted to kill the man you loved.
All faces looked at you and you stood.
“I can’t do this” you said, your voice shaking.
They watched as you removed your kutte, confused looks on all their faces.
“I love Juice. We’ve been together for months. I can’t be a part of this” you said and dropped your kutte on the table before leaving the room.
You could hear the uproar as you walked out the doors.
Gemma looked at you as you passed her, her eyes watching you curiously.
“What’s going on sweetheart?” She asked as you pushed past her.
“I’m sorry, Gem. I have to go” you said and stormed out of the clubhouse.
You sat on your bike and fired her up, buckling your helmet before driving out of TM for the last time.

You ran into your house, you’d seen Juices bike outside so you knew he was there.
He stood when he heard you slam the door.
“Juliet, what are you doing here?” He asked you, worry all over his face. He wrapped his arms around you.
“Get your bags, Juan. We need to hurry” you whispered as you broke away from him and headed to your room. You grabbed all the clothes out of your drawers and wardrobe, tossing them into the duffle bags you’d had out just in case it had turned out like this.
Juice stood in the doorway watching you, unable to move. Your hair was a mess and your face was stressed as you moved around the room, grabbing things off shelves.
“You should stay, I can’t let you go down for my mistakes” he said solemnly.
You stopped moving and turned towards him.
“I will not let them kill you Juan, not until my body is cold. I’m with you”
You turned to the bags and zipped them shut before lifting them and marching towards him.
“We need to go. Now.”
“I love you Juliet”
“I love you too Juan”

Jax stormed into your house, Happy and Chibs right beside him.
They stormed through the house til they reached your room and saw the scattered clothes and empty drawers.
“Shit!” Jax shouted, realising you had ran away with the rat.
“It’s okay Jackie boy, we’ll find them” the blond president nodded, and walked out of the house.


It had been 10 months since you’d left Charming. It hadn’t been easy, you and Juice had spent the first months on the run, shifting from town to town, never believing the club would stop looking for you.
You’d ended up in a small town in Florida, staying at a cheap motel that became your home.
You got a job at a local supermarket and Juice found work at a video game store, which he loved.
That night, you were sat in front of the tv, absentmindedly rubbing your small bump. You were four months pregnant.
Juice was ecstatic when you told him, and went straight into fussing over you.
You both knew it wasn’t ideal, you both wanted kids and you knew he’d be a great father, but starting a family on the run wasn’t exactly the plan.
You watched as the lotto draw came on the screen. You never really cared for the gambling, but you’d bought a ticket today, deciding to Try your luck. The numbers began to appear on the screen for the jackpot and you grabbed the ticket next to you.
Your mouth dropped as you stared between the ticket and the screen, your heart beating out of control.
“Juan!” You screamed.
He came running out of the bathroom, a towel wrapped around him loosely.
“What is it? Is it the baby?” He asked as he knelt beside you, still wet from his shower.
You couldn’t speak, just stared at the ticket in your hands.
“Juliet! What’s wrong?”
“Juan” you whispered before shoving the ticket in his face.
He looked at you confused before looking at the ticket. He raised an eyebrow and you pointed at the screen.
His mouth dropped and his eyes went wide.
“Does this mean..”
“We won Juan! We won!” You screamed and threw your arms around him.
He stared at the numbers on the screen again.
You’d just won $670,000

You woke up a year later, to the sound of your screaming daughter.
You rolled over and looked at the clock next to you: four in the morning.
You groaned and sat up.
“Stay babe, I got her” you smiled at Juice and watched as he got up, wearing only his boxers and walked into the nursery.
After you won the lotto, Juice had played the stock markets, tripling your money overnight.
He did this the whole time you were pregnant and now you had enough money to never work another day.
You’d bought a mansion in Florida, making sure to put everything in your daughters name, Isabella Jones, still nervous the club could find you.
You’d decided to use your mothers maiden name as her surname. You didn’t want to risk the club finding out and you’d left both yours and Juices names off her birth certificate.
You laid back in your king bed, stretching and looking up at the beautiful white ceilings and hanging chandeliers. Who woulda thought a girl like you would end up with chandeliers in her goddamn bedroom.
You heard Juice talking to Isabella in the next room, her nursery.
You knew you wouldn’t get back to sleep so you stood, your feet touching the soft white carpet, and walked in.
It was a real princess room, Juice had picked out everything, from the pink wall paper, to the four poster bed, with pink and white silk draped over it that she wouldn’t even use for a few more years.
You smiled as you watched them.
He held her to his chest, rocking her gently and telling her stories.
He spotted you watching him and smiled widely. God, you’d never get sick of that smile.
You walked over and wrapped your arms around them, kissing her forehead.
“I love you Juan. I love you Isabella” you cooed.
He smiled at you “we love you too mommy”

That night you and Juice were curled up on the couch, next to the cracking fire and watching your tv. Your tv that filled half the wall, that is.
You were waiting for the chinese you’d ordered to arrive. You had hired staff when you bought the mansion, mostly locals, but you’d let them have the day off, enjoying having the house to yourselves.
You heard a knock and Juice stood.
“Chinese is here” he grinned at you as he dropped your hands and walked into the foyer.
You heard the door open.
A minute passed and he hadn’t returned.
“Juice?” You called, standing and heading to the foyer to see what was taking him so long. “Is the Chinese here?”
He stood on the marble tiles, frozen in place.
You looked at him and walked over to the hall table that stood against the large oak walls. You quietly opened the drawer and grabbed the gun inside. Never taking your eyes off Juice.
“It’s not Chinese,” he whispered, still not moving.
You walked over quietly and stepped behind Juice, your gun pointed.
Your heart dropped as you looked into a face you never thought you’d see again.
The face of Jax Teller.

TATTOO.


Request: “i’m a tattoo artist and you’ve never gotten a tattoo so i sorta have to pop your needle cherry not that i’m complaining” au

A/N: First off, that gif is killing me and I thought it’d be nice to use as the cover ‘art’ for this fic because why not? Adam is hot and just look how nice his hair is! Thanks @glitterbras​ for the request, I think I went a little overboard…anyways, enjoy! [GIF NOT MINE]

Word Count: 2.6K+

Warning: A few curse words.

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“Are you sure about this?” Rey asked as she looked over from the drivers seat, you fiddling with your thumbs as you sure as hell weren’t sure about this, but it was what you wanted and you’ve been dying to get a tattoo. “I mean, you don’t have to do it just because Poe, Finn, and I have one, we don’t mind-”

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The Maid : Part Seven

Summary : Lucy was a 24 years old lone survivor, in her path of survival and escaping death , she stumbled across The Saviors who took her to The Sanctuary, where she found shelter and food. But what she didn’t know was that the girl who always hated and bullied her at school, is one of Negan’s wives (Frankie ) and is about to turn her life into a living hell all over again!

Pairings : Negan x Lucy

Type : slowburn

Warnings : language- Negan being an asshole- violence

Dedicated to @negansmainwife

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Negan strode down the corridor in hasty confident steps , his firm grip was tight around Lucy’s arm as he dragged her behind.

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