no. the gifs are not in wrong order. i wanted to put them like that

Richie Tozier hasn’t spoken a word to anybody since he came to Derry in the middle of the school year. Until he talks to Eddie Kaspbrak.

Previous chapters: Chapter one. Chapter two. Chapter three. Chapter four. Chapter five.


Chapter six.

The songs are hard to read into, but Eddie tries. At least there’s one thing Eddie knows for sure: Richie likes him. Why else would Richie put songs with lyrics like you’re the one running through my brain and oh man you’re making my crazy on the mix? Unless it’s some kind of sick joke, but Eddie tries not to think about that so much.

(its not a joke)

(he holds my hand)

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Oh Shit

gif is not mine

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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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

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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So I’ve put together some of my favorite stories! I hope you all will enjoy them as much as I do!

Guys, thank you for your work and thank you for your words!

(note: be careful, some fanfics contain spoilers for s7)

Oneshots

Wait Out the Storm by @killians-dimples - Killian and Emma are enjoying a day on the water when a storm happens upon them. They decide to wait it out down below, where Killian has some interesting ideas as to what can occupy their time. Mindless fluff and smut. 

Something Just Like This by @killians-dimples​ - Killian and Emma enjoy a quiet morning in their home.

February Thirteenth & February Fourteenth  by @cutieodonoghue - After a trip around the world, emma returns home to storybrooke, unprepared to be suddenly entwined in killian jones’ life thanks to ruby’s constant meddling, and her dad’s insistence that killian is off limits.

Let’s Just Be Us by @cutieodonoghue​ - rockstar!killian and movie star!emma secretly dating, but those pesky fans figure it out… 

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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.

Title: Just the Three of Us (Part 19.)

CHAPTER TITLE: Private Conversations

Part 1. - Part 2.  - Part 3. - Part 4. - Part 5. - Part 6. - Part 7. - Part 8. - Part 9. - Part 10. - Part 11. - Part 12. - Part 13. - Part 14. - Part 15. - Part 16. - Part 17. - Part 18.

Character(s): Negan and Reader, with a cameo from Amber, Sherry, Arat, and Dwight! 
Summary:
Negan decides to pay you a visit without Simon.
Word Count: 3,916
Warning: Brief smut! 
Author’s Note: I know there have been many people who has been wanting some one-on-one with the Reader, so I decided to include a fluffy chapter! And what better for a fluffy chapter than to have a fluffy Negan?! Thank you to everyone who has liked this story, left comments, reblogged it… It really means a lot to me. I can’t believe that we’re nearing twenty chapters. This was originally going to be a one-shot, but it has become one of many stories that I get excited to write for. I hope you all enjoy this one! I believe it is the calm before the storm… ;-)

The following morning, you continued your routine of working at the kitchen then training afterwards. Your mind was running at the possibility of the wives talking to you yesterday. Was it because Negan wanted to ask you to become a wife? Would Simon even allow that? Would you even say yes if Negan asked? The thoughts swarmed your mind and ultimately distracted you from your sparring session with Arat. She managed to land a punch across your cheek while your mind was elsewhere, but you were quickly brought back to reality at the pain that washed over you.

Arat widened her eyes, taking a step back. “Oh my god! I’m so sorry!”

You brought a hand to your cheek, feeling the blood on your lower lip. You looked up to see Arat and the sincere guilt written across her face. “For what? You finally got me.”

She hesitated before gently pushing your shoulder. “Damn it. Don’t do that. Are you okay?”

“I’m fine, Arat. You’ve got a mean swing, though. Just so we’re clear… I’m not going to let that happen again,” you teased, walking to the table to grab a towel to wipe the sweat from your brow.

“Yeah, yeah. Where’s your mind at anyway? You seem too distracted,” she pointed out.

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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

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.

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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KAI PARKER FIC

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.

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“They blew up the generator!” Rocket shouted running from his chair. He leaped onto his bag and rummaged through it. “I think I packed a small detonator!”

You pulled yourself upright once the ship was stabilised and scooped up baby Groot.

“That detonator is useless without explosives!” Nebula hissed trying to steady herself against the wall.

“Well,” Rocket grabbed two of the Anulax batteries he had stolen and held them up. “We’ve got these!” He quickly got to work fixing them onto his detonator.

“Is that think strong enough to kill Ego?!” Peter shouted over the creaking of the ship. You had never seen him this worried before.

“If it is, it will cause a chain reaction throughout his entire nervous system!” Rocket adjusted some of the wires in his hand.

“Meaning what?!” Peter asked.

“Boom!” You said loudly looking at Rocket for confirmation. He nodded and smirked.

“The entire planet will explode! We’ll have to get out of here fast!” Rocket quickly fastened the device to his belt and secured his gun to his back. “I’ve rigged the timer!”

With a brief nod, Peter activated his mask and jumpped from the ship. Nebula headed towards the pilot’s seat next to Yondu stumbling as the ship took damage from the Sovereign fleet.
You activate your Aero-Rig and make sure your blaster has enough charge to really cause some mayhem. Groot grabbed tight a hold of your jumpsuit collar as you stepped towards Rocket.

“Hey, you stay alert out there!” Rocket command.

“Same goes for you mister! I don’t want to see you getting reckless! Now come here! ” You leant down and open your arms to him.

Rocket smiled exposing his sharp canines. He hugged you tight before pressing a quick kiss to your lips.
“I love you lady! Now let’s go blow shit up!”

“Stay safe Rocky. I’ll see you on the other side!” With that you jumped out of the whole in the ship and free fell until your Rig sprung to life.


Fire. There was so much fire. Your clothing clung to your skin due to the sweat coming from your body. As you flew around trying your hardest to take down as many Sovereign ships as possible you noticed the very walls of the planet starting to come to life. Ego was coming. You had lost track of Rocket after he had taken Groot from you. What was taking them so long?!

There was far too much going on. Far too many ships to destroy and way too many lazer beams for your liking. Suddenly, the ship you had been using to drill down to Ego’s core burst into red beams and destroyed all of the Sovereign fleet. You twisted and turned trying to avoid the lazers. The ship erupted shortly into flames and exploded sending pieces of charred metal in ever direction. Quickly, you flew to the others on the ground.

You were met by the sight of all of the Guardians and an unconscious Mantis. At the sight of Rocket you felt yourself relax a little. You could see him visibly release a breath before smiling when he saw you alive and well.

“How long until the bomb goes off?!” Peter asked Rocket.

Rocket looked around nervously. “In the unlikely event that Groot doesn’t kill us all… About six minutes!”

Yondu ordered Kraglin to get the ship ready for your escape and Peter ordered Drax to take Mantis to the surface to meet Kraglin.

The centre of the planet began to glow and the ground split before crumbling in on itself. You watched as Gamora and Nebula fell down the cracks. Blue tentacle looking beams of light encased in fragments of rock crawled from the cracks and spread across the ground. You lifted off in order to avoid them.

Quickly everyone sprung into action using their weapons to kill off as many tentacle as possible.

Without thinking you took off after Rocket and used what was left of the charge on your blaster to fight the beams off. Despite putting up a good fight he quickly became out numbered. Rocket was too focused on the ones in front and didn’t notice the large boulders of rock heading straight for him. You couldn’t stand by and watch him get crushed. Your gun had ran out of charge so you did the only thing you could think of. At full speed you flew into Rocket pushing him clear of the rocks. With a thud, two of then hit you and sent you flying into the jagged spikes of the wall.

“(F/n)!” Rocket screamed as he watched your limp body crash against the wall. Why had you done that? Why would you even think that was a good idea? Rocket began to panic. He needed to get to you and there was no way in hell Ego was going to stop him.

You felt your skin slice open with every edge that dug into you. The jumpsuit was damp from the stickiness your blood. Why did you feel so cold all of a sudden? When you finally hit the ground your felt the air leave your lungs before everything went blurry. In the confusion of shapes you could make out Rocket struggling to make his way to you. He was screaming your name but you couldn’t find the strength to even whisper back to him. His hand had just grabbed your’s as the rocks curled around the pair of you and tightened. You lwt out a shaky breath before your blurred vision finally went black…

Rocket hadn’t left your side in two weeks. Two whole weeks and you were yet to wake up. The Guardians had left Rocket alone with you not wanting to get in the way. Rocket had been sleeping in the chair next to your bed and refused to leave unless it was absolutely necessary.
The doctors on Xander had warned him on arrival that there was no way they could promise him you would wake up. The damage done in the initial impact had broken half of your ribs and had completed shattered one of your arms. Thankfully, the doctors were able to piece it back together but it would never be the same again. The real worry was your brain. You had bashed your head once you had hit the ground. They had no way of knowing if something was wrong until you woke up. Memory loss… brain damage… the chance of you not waking up at all… Those words rushed through Rocket’s head like a whirlwind.

“She’s like this because of me!” Rocket sobbed to the doctors. Carefully holding the hand of your okay arm. “You gotta fix her, she can’t die! I can’t be the reason she dies!”

“I am sorry sir, but we have done all we can. We need to wait and see if she wakes up. We will take things from there.” The doctor left Rocket alone with you.

He gazed at the bruising and cuts scattered across your face. Why hadn’t you just let him get hit? Rocket thought to himself angrily. He should have been the one in a hospital bed, not you. If he had of just been paying attention to his surroundings…

“Im so sorry (f/n), I couldn’t protect you. I - I… I love you so much toots, you gotta wake up. I’m begging you.” He whispered, tears cascading down his fur. He buried his face into your side as his shoulders shook from the sobbing.

“…I love you too Rocket.” You croaked.

Rocket’s ears perked up and his head jolted to look at you. Your eyes were still closed but your faces was contorted in pain.

“(F/n)?” He couldn’t believe it. “Darling, you’re awake.” He smiled, tears still falling down his face.

“Apparently so. God everything hurts. How long have I been out?” You asked.

“Just over two weeks… I’ve been so worried; we all have.”

“Im awake now. It will take more than a few stones to kill me Rocky, I’ll be okay.”

“No (f/n), you nearly died! They said you might not have ever woken up or you could have had brain damage and that would have been my fault! Don’t you ever do something as stupid as that ever again! Do you understand me?!”

“Yes boss.” You smirked despite the pain you were in and cracked open one of your eyes to look at him. He looked rough, like he had barely slept or eaten. “I’m sorry Rocket. I just couldn’t bare to let something happen to you.”

“I don’t care about what happens to me, you need to keep yourself alive. Without you I don’t know what I would do… Thank You though, you saved my life and I am grateful, pissed, but greatful.”

You tried to laugh but it came out as a wheeze. Rocket stretched up and placed a kiss to your lips. “Don’t go exhausting yourself, you need to rest up. I’ll be here, I’m never going to leave your side ever again. Hope you like clingy fellas.” He laughed quietly while stroking your cheeky gently.

“I do if they’re you.” You whispered before slowly falling back to sleep.

Rocket’s ears drooped slightly but the smile didn’t fade. You were alive! Battered but alive and he was willing to die before this ever happened to you again.

Celestial Friend Part 19

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Pairing: Gabriel x Reader (featuring Michael, Lucifer, Sam & Dean)

Word Count: 1,446

Warnings: angst/fluff

A/N: I hope you guys are enjoying the series so far! Let me what you do or don’t like! Give me some of that sweet, sweet, feedback! :)

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It took you an hour or so to lug all, but a few of your boxes into your new room.  You unpacked your clothes first, noticing that there were already a few flannel t-shirts in the wardrobe in your room.  You took them out, sizing them up to yourself.  They were a little baggy, but they were relatively close to your size.  You put them back, returning to the other clothes that you needed to put away.

You opened your laptop, setting it on the desk by the door.  You opened Spotify and started to play your music.  You thought some music would help ease your damaged soul, or at least brighten your mood a little.

After you put all of your clothes away, you could feel how much the sleep deprivation was getting to you.  Instead of opening another box, you laid down on your bed.  You eventually allowed the music to lull you to sleep.

Gabriel quietly opened your door, noticing that the lights were still on.  You were sleeping soundly in your bed with your music still playing.  Gabriel paused your music, closing the laptop.  He could tell that you had done some unpacking already.

The archangel found the box that had your fairy lights inside and decided to hang them up with the snap of his fingers.  He remembered exactly how you had them in your other room.  Gabriel turned around at the sound of shuffling behind him.  To his relief it was only Michael putting books away.

“I spent weeks looking at her bookshelf,” Michael murmured.  “The least I can do is put her books back in order.”  Michael grabbed an armful of books, putting them back as he remembered.

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🎄Just friends

Kai Parker x reader ft. Misc others 

Word count: 2414

Summary: (prompt) “I need a fake date to the christmas party so everyone will stop asking me if i have a boyfriend; will you be my fake date?”

Calling Kai was the last thing that you wanted to do. Not that you didn’t like him-he was your friend, but nothing more. The two of you were just friends. Your idea was insane so insane, even you weren’t sure if Kai would go for it. But you had to give it a try.

Every time another ring went through the line, you started to lose hope. If he didn’t answer now, Bonnie’s Christmas party would be another repeat of every other year.

Once a year Bonnie threw a party at the grill along with Caroline and Elena. Tons of people came, but you were the only one she really liked talking to a lot. Over many cookies and glasses of eggnog, she would ask you the same questions each time. It’s not that you minded, but the one question that you couldn’t stand was “So, y/n. Do you have a boyfriend?”

You hated answering her. The answer was always ‘no.’ so you weren’t sure why she continued to ask. But if you took Kai as your ‘date’, why would she bother asking you again? She hated Kai more than anyone, so maybe it would finally shut her up. Even though you loved Bonnie, you just wanted a rest.

“Hello? Y/n?”

A sigh of relief flew through you. He answered. Now all you had to do was win him over. Well, not exactly, but you needed to convince him of your plan.

“Hey, Kai,” you pause. “Would you mind doing me a favour?”

“Sure?” Kai already sounded nervous about where this was going.

“So you know about Bonnie’s annual Christmas party, right?”

“Yeah?”

“I need you to pretend to be my date.”

Silence.

“Kai?”

He couldn’t stop laughing, which only made you smile.

“Stop it!” You laugh. “Every year she’s like ‘y/n, do you have a boyfriend?’ And every year the answer is no, so I know if you come with me, she’ll stop asking me. So, what do you say?”

“Where the hell do you get these ideas to?” He laughs again.

“Will you do it?”

“Sure. Anything for my favourite.”

“Thank you thank you thank you!” You squeal. “I’ll pick you up at seven. Don’t be late.”

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An hour before the party quickly rolled around, you picked out a simple pale pink dress with a pair of heels. Everyone dressed up for the Christmas party, so for once you decided to as well. After all, this was a date.

You quickly finished your hair before getting in the car to pick up Kai. For once you felt beautiful. You just hoped that Kai had come dressed in something better than his usual casual Friday look of a t-shirt and jeans.

“Wow.” Kai gasps as he gets in the car. His eyes looked like they were going to pop out of his head. “Wow.”

“What?” You ask, smiling.

“You look-” it was like you had literally left him speechless. The only few seconds he wasn’t staring at you was when he put on his seatbelt. “You look gorgeous.” He finishes.

You barely knew how to accept the compliment. How was it that he always knew the right thing to say?

“You don’t look so bad yourself.” You add. Kai wore the same thing he wore to Jo and Alaric’s wedding from hell, minus the blood stains of course. He left two of the buttons undone at the top- you could tell that formal wasn’t his thing. But he looked so good.

The rest of the ride to the grill was completely and utterly awkward. You hummed along with the music that blasted from the radio as Kai just sat there, staring out the front window. You wondered if he was feeling okay. It was so unlike him to ever take a rest.

“Alright,” you say, unbuckling your seat belt. “Let’s see if we can pull this off.”

Kai held the door open for you, and made sure that everyone knew. “After you, my lady.” He joked.

The both of you had just walked in and already everyone was looking at the new couple. You immediately felt a wave of panic flood through you. You didn’t notice the fact that Kai had grabbed your hand, squeezing it softly.

“It’s going to be fine.” He whispers in your ear. “They’re just jealous.”

Bonnie walks up to the both of you along with Caroline and Elena by her side before the two of you could move any further.

“What the hell are you doing here?” Caroline snaps, eyeing kai. Bonnie and Elena waited in response and you hoped that Kai wouldn’t ruin everything.

“Well, it would be rude to make my girlfriend come to Bonnie’s party alone, wouldn’t it?” He asks, furrowing his brows.

“The two of you are dating?” Elena asks.

“Since when?” Bonnie adds. “Y/n, you like him?” She asks, as if it was just the two of you.

You didn’t know what to say. Your idea came strictly from hell. You should have at least had other ideas in your head about what you were going to say, or just not have went at all.

“I guess you could say that we just hit it off.” Kai replies. “Why wouldn’t she like me, Bonnie? You had your chance and looks like you missed it.” He smirks.

Kai drags you through the crowd of people, past Elena, past Caroline, past Bonnie. You could still feel their eyes watching the both of you as he sat down on the opposite side of one of the booths from you.

Soon enough Matt came along, wondering why the two of you were together as well. Kai kept covering things up, giving everyone the best answers possible. It was like he had rehearsed this all day. He even ordered for you, knowing exactly what you wanted.

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Another few hours had passed. Everyone seemed had seemed to stop bombarding you with their questions; it was almost as if the both of you really were on a date. Everything Kai did made you smile. You just hoped that everyone else noticed too. You had already told Kai that it was okay to leave at least ten times already, but he kept saying no. Part of you didn’t mind, because you got to spend more time laughing with him. His smile was the best thing in the whole world. You wanted to be along side him for all of time.

“So, y/n,” Kai says softly as he leans in half way to the table. “Why don’t you have a boyfriend? I mean you’re-”

You shoot him a glance, not wanting anyone to overhear your conversation. But he spoke quietly enough that none of your friends could eavesdrop on you, so things should be fine anyways.

“Look at all the other girls around us.” You shrug. “Why would anyone pick me over any of them?”

Kai scoffs. “You’re joking, right?”

“Why would I be?” You scoff back.

Kai pauses for a moment, as if he was unsure of what to say and shakes his head. “I’ve had it.” He spits.

You just sit there, not sure of what to say. He was clearly angry over something and you weren’t sure you wanted to know what.

“You invited me to be fake date, y/n. Do you know how upset I was to find out that you didn’t really want to go with me? I spend all night acting like this is real because I don’t care about the other girls around me.”

Everyone was staring. The music stopped, Bonnie’s jaw was dropped, even matt stopped bussing tables.

“Then you go and talk shit about yourself like you can’t see how beautiful you are. And it hurts y/n. It hurts seeing someone that I’ve loved since the moment we’ve met make herself feel worthless. Well guess what? I’ve always liked you but that doesn’t matter, does it?” Kai grabs his jacket and storms out, no one getting in his way. The door slams with a heavy thud and suddenly you can’t get over how overwhelmed you feel, and not in a good way.

You run out after him, not wanting anyone to see you cry over something so stupid. Now everyone knew about your lie. You felt so embarrassed, wanting to do nothing more than to hide under a rock.

“Y/n made him to be her fake boyfriend?” Caroline asks too loudly. “That’s what you get for bringing a piece of trash to the party.”

///

You went to the Salvatore boarding house, knowing that no one would be there. At least you could stay the night, you knew that Stefan and Damon wouldn’t mind.

The Salvatore boarding house was where all of your friends went and treated it as their own house. It was everyone’s home, the one place anyone could go when they needed something or just a place to crash. You didn’t go back to your house knowing that kai would probably show up. He was the last person that you wanted to see.

You grab the spare key under the flowerpot and let yourself in, letting yourself sink into the couch and cry. You cried for what felt like hours, unable to stop. Everything had crumbled down on you too quickly.

You knew kai would find you eventually, as he still needed a ride back home. At least you could have some time to yourself. As soon as you thought about where he could be, you heard a knock on the door, knowing it had to be him. All you wanted was more time away from him, but there’s no way he’d leave now, knowing that you were there.

“Y/n? Come on. Let me in.” Kai says through the door. “I know you can hear me. Just let me apologize.”

You took a deep sigh as you brought yourself to open the door. He looked down at you, your eyes red from crying.

“You’ve been crying.” He points out. When you don’t say anything back, he asks “so, can I come in?”

“Well you’re already here.” You shrug.

“Harsh.” Kai scoffs as he closes the door behind him.

“I’m just trying to be honest from now on. Look at where lying got me.” You shrug again, sitting back down on the couch. Kai sits next to you, putting one hand on the back of the couch, the other on his thigh. He didn’t exactly know what to say, even though he circled all around town thinking about how badly he had messed up.

“So, i’m sorry. You know that right? What I said was wrong.” He tries to smile at you, making sure you were really listening to him.

“And I can relate to what you said. I mean your parents calling you an abomination for twenty two years doesn’t just leave you behind with nothing, you know?”

“I guess.” You mumble.

“Hey,” he says, putting his hand on your shoulder, making you look up.

“And i’m sorry for saying all that stuff about loving you. Don’t get me wrong, I’ll always love you and I’m hurt that you don’t feel the same way, but I shouldn’t have said that. Not there in front of everybody.”

“It’s fine.”

“No it’s not. You won’t even look at me and I know that it’s not because everyone found out. There’s something else that you aren’t telling me.” Kai waits for an answer, but you just sit there in silence.

“Come on.” he laughs. “What happened to the whole honesty thing?”

The silence stretched between the two of you once again. You hoped someone else would come by, hopefully Damon or Stefan so they could tell kai to leave. At least he would listen to them.

But then the other part of you felt so bad for hoping something like that would happen. Kai was your friend and there was no way to treat him so poorly, even after the stunt he pulled at the grill.

“I only said pretend because I was too sacred to actually ask you.” You blurt.

“Wait, what?” Kai asks.

“The date. I was too nervous to ask you out.”

Kai’s mouth drops as his eyes looked liked they were about to pop out of his head. He opened his mouth to talk but nothing came out as he tried to put the pieces together.

“Why?” Was all he could say. Why would someone like you get nervous to ask someone like him. Kai knew that you could do better than date him. He had no idea what had come over you.

“I didn’t think that you would like me back.”

“Wow.” Kai chuckles. “Girls are complicated.”

You smiled at Kai, unsure of what else to do. You were still a mess as you sat on the couch still in your dress, makeup ruined from crying. Even though kai liked you, there’s no way he could like you like this. You felt so embarrassed that he had seen you crying over something so stupid.

“Well how about we give it another go?” Kai asks as he takes your hand and brings you towards the door.

“But-”

“But nothing.” He finishes for you. “Who cares how you look. And before you claim that that’s not what you were going to say, I know you better than anyone. You’re always going to be beautiful to me.”

You couldn’t help but blush as he still held onto your hand. He gazed down at you with a faint smile on his face which made you realize that you didn’t have to explain anything to him. That he was okay with you no matter what. That he was always going to love you.

“Let’s go.”

///

“What’s y/n doing back here?” Caroline scoffs to no one in particular as she crosses her arms.

“Y/n is her with her boyfriend.” Kai smiles as the both of pyou walk past her, still holding Kai’s hand since you left the boarding house.

“Cut the crap, y/n!” Caroline exclaims. “We all know he’s fake. You made that pretty clear when-”

“If this was fake, would i do this?” You challenge. You get up on your toes and kiss Kai, hard. You could feel everyone looking at the both of you and this time it was for a good reason. You lean back and shoot Caroline a bitter smile as Kai stands there in shock.

“Merry Christmas, Kai.”

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Please? Part 56

Please? Masterlist

Daryl didn’t know what to expect after escaping the sanctuary. He follows Jesus, but only because he knows he can’t run away. If he runs, Negan will track him down and find him. If he has a place to hide, with friends who he thinks will help keep him safe, he’ll be better off.

Jesus takes him to the Hilltop. Daryl’s happier than he thinks he’s ever been to see Rick’s face, even pulls him into a giant hug the moment he sees his old friend. He pulls Maggie to him, Michonne, even Tara. He’s just happy to see that they’re all still alive.

For a split second, the thought crosses his mind that he’ll see you. That you’ll come running out of the house and wrap your arms around his neck, holding him as tight as your little arms can muster. He wants to smell you again, that sweet smell you seem to have naturally. He wants to kiss your cheek and tell you how much he’s missed you, but then he remembers that even if that could happen, you would still technically be a married woman.

He stays quiet most of the time, not answering the questions everybody asks him any chance they get. Daryl doesn’t want to relive any of that, he wants to move on and forget it, if he can. He already knows the nightmares will still occur, that he’ll still hear that goddamned song in his mind every time he closes his mind, but even still, he refuses to believe that Dwight broke him. He’s still Daryl.

Sherry runs up to you one night Negan decides to take one of his other wives, Frankie. He says it’s nothing personal toward you, he just needs someone a little freakier between the sheets after a day like that, and you didn’t stop him. How could you? He’s married to several women that have all given him consent. There isn’t much to do after that.

She stops, short of breath, in your doorway. Looking up from a journal you started a few nights ago, you tilt your head and let a few strands of hair fall into your face. She looks winded. You don’t offer her a seat.

“He did it.” She whispers in a low voice. “He’s gone.”

“I heard.” You say flatly, turning back to your empty page, still trying to figure out what you’ll be jotting down tonight. You heard all about Daryl’s flight. Dwight made sure that Negan knew the second he walked through the doors. “He’s taking it out on Frankie tonight.”

Sherry crosses her arms over her chest and tucks her chocolate brown hair behind her ear. “I’ve been thinking on how to get you out of this…”

At that, you snap your gaze back toward the woman. She lets out a gasp at your sudden movement and takes a step back. “Have you? If I escape, if I head out to find Daryl, he’ll have even more people out there, looking for both our asses. I don’t think putting Daryl in that much danger will help.”

“Hear me out.” Sherry pleads. “I’m planning on running away, too. He has more reason to look for me, he won’t even notice you’re gone.”

With a laugh you say, “No offence, Sherry, but have you opened your eyes? He has hardly even looked your way since I married him.”

“I’m pregnant.”

You froze, looking at her then her tummy. Negan’s child is growing inside her, this is just too much for you to handle right now. Negan doesn’t need children, he doesn’t need wives, he doesn’t need any of this. He needs to be taken down. “I thought—“

“Lied to D. The baby’s Negan’s.” Sherry sighs and walks over to the bed, taking a seat and crossing her ankles.

You twist around in your broken lawn chair seat to face her, to watch her face drop as she thinks of what to say next. “I’m going to tell Negan tomorrow, before you leave. I think you should find a time after to make a run for it, because I feel like he may call a meeting. If he does, that’s the perfect time to run. We talked about, if I got pregnant, or any of us, that that girl will be put under heavy security. Just to make sure nothing happens to that baby. You’ll be out of mind for a while.”

“Then how will you get away?” You cock your head to the side once more and tap your foot against the desk.

“What’s important is that you get out first.” She shrugs. “Tomorrow. Around noon, be ready.”

And with that, she picks herself off your bed and makes her way out of the room, a small smile on her cheeks as she goes. You can’t help but watch her and wonder how this is going to work.

Jesus takes everyone to meet King Ezekiel in the Kingdom. King. Daryl snickers to himself some as he hears the stories Jesus tells of this king on their travels. It doesn’t take too long, but long enough to make him feel a little claustrophobic.

It wasn’t, however, until they walked into the theater and saw a giant tiger sitting on the stage with a man on a throne did Daryl really feel a little moment of fear. He stands to the side, watching as the tiger looks around at everyone, not bothering to growl, not bothering to get up and eat them, as Daryl was once told.

The news about Carol, it still doesn’t sit well with him, either. He silently wonders why she didn’t stay in the Kingdom, why she didn’t stay in this safe haven. To himself he thinks maybe it was the tiger. She didn’t much like being in the same room, like him.

But the longer he stood in that theater, the longer he watches this tiger and listens to the banter between everyone else, he starts to realize the tiger’s beauty. Shiva, Ezekiel calls her. He picks up on the color of her eyes, a bright yellow. She sniffs at the air near him, her eyes closing in on his.

“Y/N…” He murmurs, only loud enough for him to hear.

Shiva perks her ears up, never removing her gaze. She crosses her large paws in front of her and Daryl swears that she nods at him.

You wait. And wait. And wait. Waiting seems to last more than a day, though it has only been a few hours. Your room seems to get smaller as the clock on the wall ticks away, letting you know that it’s nearing the time you should leave.

This plan, it seems too dangerous. All the wrong possibilities, they cross your mind, nagging at you to stay, that this isn’t worth it. In the end, you know you’ll run. You’ll run far, you’ll run until you can’t anymore.

Sherry gives you a note that tells you exactly where to go and what to do. She’s warming Negan up all morning, having breakfast with him, catering to him. You couldn’t watch at breakfast as she gave him a shoulder massage, something that should be so simple, but looks so unnatural.

Finally, the clock tells you it’s three minutes until twelve. You grab the messenger bag you’ve filled with a few clothes and some food. In the note, Sherry told you a small cover story. Negan is sending you out to gather supplies with a team already assembled for you. And if they question it, have them follow you outside.

Not arguing with the words scribbled on paper, you take off, down the hallway, when you hear a familiar voice call through the many radios that are placed around the sanctuary. Negan’s voice carries throughout the hallways, echoes in the small rooms, making you jump as the crackle breaks the silence.

You don’t listen to the announcement, but you know this is the cue you’ve been waiting for.

Taking off down the hallways, no one really questions you, that is until you get to the front door.

“I ain’t stayin’ here.” Daryl growls at Rick, looking over his shoulder at the rest of the Kingdom. He doesn’t like it here. He wants to go back with his group, with the little bit of family he has left. He fears that being separated from them means he’ll never see them again.

“Negan’ll be searching for ya.” Rick puts his hands on his hips and nods toward the Kingdom. “He won’t think to look here. Alexandria, Hilltop, he’ll look there first.”

“Naw. I ain’t stayin’.” Daryl drops his shoulders, knowing that his words suddenly mean nothing. Rick will make him stay no matter what.

Rick nods his head. “Make some new friends, get on their good side. It’ll be good for you, Daryl.” Rick raises his hand and places it on Daryl’s shoulder. “Forget about…her.”

Something snaps inside Daryl’s mind. At the mention of—well, you—he smacks Rick’s hand off his shoulder and takes several steps back, pointing a shaking finger at Rick. “Don’t—don’t say her name.”

“It’s not forever, Daryl. Talk Ezekiel up, for us.” Rick smiles with what little energy he has left and turns on his heel, walking out of the front gates, leaving Daryl all alone once again, the feeling of betrayal washing over him.

“Where did you say you were going?” Brent, an older Savior raises his eyebrow.

“I didn’t.” You put a hand on your hip and look up at the blonde idiot. The only reason Negan keeps him around is that he’s really good with a sword. “Negan’s orders. I just know what I have been told. He wants me to go check out some new camp.”

“But you’re a wife.” Brent looks at you, though its hard to tell if he’s looking straight at you or not. One of his eyes shift a little to the center, making him look almost cross-eyed. “You don’t make runs.”

“I do after he found out how restless I am. When has he ever treated me like one of his usual wives?”

Brent shrugs a shoulder, looking passed you when another Savior hurries by and calls for him to run to the meeting. Brent’s eyes widen and he licks his lips. “Fine, I guess I’ll let you go. If I get in trouble for this…” He grumbles as he walks away.

“Idiot.” You whisper under your breath and walk outside, finding a car waiting for you and two women standing in front of it.

“Ready, princess?” One of the calls.

“We’re your way out of here.” The other smiles, opening the back door for you.

“Is this a trap?” You ask, not moving from your spot.

“If this were a trap, you wouldn’t have made it through that front door.” The first one rolls her eyes and makes her way over to the driver’s seat. She hops in before pulling her hair into a tight ponytail.

Hesitating, you walk down and slip into the backseat, throwing your bag over your shoulder. Something about this feels off. This shouldn’t be so easy, you shouldn’t be driving out of the front gates like this, exposed. Negan has great security…

Making Big Brother Proud

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Title: Making Big Brother Proud

Characters: Lucifer x Sister!Reader, Sam, Dean

Word count: 1,609

Warnings: swearing? Fluff?

A/N: WE’RE BACK IN BUSINESS!!! Satan Sunday is here!! This was requested by an Anon! I hope you all love this!  I love you all so much!! Feedback is welcomed and appreciated!!

You were the youngest angel out of you, Lucifer, Gabriel, Castiel, and Balthazar.  Being the little sister was tough.  You wanted to make your brothers proud, but Lucifer was the hardest to please.  He was the brother you loved the most; he was the one you craved approval from the most.  As time went on, approval from your other brothers didn’t cut it.  All you wanted to do was prove to Lucifer that you had potential.

Crowley took over hell, which upset your oldest brother Lucifer.  Your first order of business was taking hell back from Crowley.  Which meant Crowley had to go.  You wouldn’t torture him like Lucifer did.  You had another idea that would torture Crowley just as much.  He was to be demoted back to a crossroad demon.  It would keep him away from hell most of the time.  He would still have to report to you.

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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.

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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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