and when you and your children return to the Lord your God and obey him with all your heart and with all your soul according to everything I command you today, then the Lord your God will restore your fortunes and have compassion on you and gather you again from all the nations where he scattered you.
Summary: After reuniting with your father, Rick, Negan pays Alexandria a visit. Rick hasn’t informed you about the notorious psychopath with a baseball bat, but once he greets you, you are completely aware of who he really was previously; your high school gym coach.
Warnings: Language, Negan’s vulgar mentions.
Reader is over eighteen in flashback.
Not condoning relationships like these, just for entertainment.
You instantly fluttered your weary eyes open as the familiar smell of freshly cooked bacon filled your nostrils. A sigh escaped your full lips as you positioned your body the opposite direction to face the clock. It read; 11:50PM. “What the hell?” You muttered in annoyance as your feet came in contact with the hard wood flooring. Your father was apparently whipping up breakfast at midnight.
You didn’t know much about Rick, other than the fact he was your father. Your mother decided to leave him at a young age, because in her point of view, she wasn’t ready to be tied down. So, from the ages 5 to 21, you went without a male figure in your life. Because of that, you didn’t exactly care for your mother. Awful to say, but she just wasn’t cut out to be a mom. You were sick of not having a responsible parent in your life so you went to where she said your father would be, Alexandria; a small area in Georgia. It has been a total of two weeks since you’ve stayed with him, and you could finally say you had a father, even if there’s not much people to tell because of the apocalypse.
You walked downstairs to find your father munching a bacon sandwich, pairing it with a glass of whiskey. You snickered in amusement at the sight, covering your mouth at the sudden sound you didn’t mean to make. He quickly glanced at the end of the staircase to find you with a silly grin plastered along your face. “Laughin’ at me, kid?Here, have a sandwich, but don’t touch the whiskey. Even if you’re twenty three, I don’t like seeing you drink.” He replied in a joking manner, chuckling as he grabbed the plate of cooked bacon that was placed on a paper towel that was now soaked with grease.
You mentally gagged at the sight but showed no disgust to spare his feelings. “Uh, no thank you Rick - I mean, dad. It’s a little to late for me to be eating.” You corrected yourself with a apologetic grin.
You watched as he returned the genuine smile, nodding his head in acceptance. “That’s okay sweetheart. I’ll save this for you and Carl in the morning.”
You couldn’t believe your step brother was still sleeping with the aroma of bacon in the house, but after him trying to score a date with Enid all day, you understood it was probably pretty tiring for the poor kid.
He walked towards the door as he slipped a flannel along his torso. “You can go back to bed if you want. I’m sorry if I woke you. I’m going out for a little bit if that’s alright.” He responded, awaiting your approval.
You instantly nodded your head, placing your hand on the railing of the staircase. “That’s fine dad. See you in the morning.”
He simply smiled happily at your new nickname for him and shut the door, heading to wherever Michonne was.
You knew he was visiting her every night and staying with her which made you pleased. You adored Michonne at first meeting. She had that wonderful motherly vibe to her that you appreciated and was desperate to have.
Your eyes shot open at the sudden loud interruption from downstairs. You were positive your father wasn’t back already, considering he usually spends the night with Michonne. But who else would it be ransacking downstairs in the kitchen?
You slyly grabbed your pistol from the nightstand drawer and tip toed downstairs to see the action play before your eyes. You gripped the weapon as you aimed your head towards the kitchen so you could see from an angle.
You covered your mouth in fright as you saw a tall, slender man with dark hair slicked back, dressed in a leather jacket and black slacks. What troubled you most was the bat covered in barbed wire draped across his shoulder as he plundering through the refrigerator.
“What the fuck are you doing in here?!” You bowelled as you cocked the gun towards him with a look of disgust.
He jolted as if he were alarmed by the sound of your voice, placing his hands up in surrender with a smirk plastered across his face once his eyes met yours. “Mmm baby doll, I didn’t quite catch who you are. I’ve never saw you around here before. What’s your damn name?” He inquired flirtatiously.
The man didn’t know you, you had a gun aimed at him, and he still wanted in your pants?
Your eyes widened at the familiar resemblance once his eyes scanned over yours. “C-Coach Negan?”
You stretched your acing muscles as you placed your weight onto your hand which gripped your friend, Angela’s, shoulder. “He is so much better than high school boys, Ang.” Your teeth came in contact with your bottom lip as you bit down hard, staring at the older man instructing another student from the bleachers.
“Kid, I don’t give a fuck if your mom says you can play basketball. You can’t dunk, pass, or dribble for shit.” He exclaimed bluntly as he forcefully returned the ball towards the player which hit him in the shoulder causing the rest of the classmates to laugh in amusement.
Angela snorted, “He’s pretty hot but definitely an asshole,”
As his eyes scanned you from head to toe, she fake winced in pain as she stretched her lengthily leg too far causing her to curse, trying to get coach's’ attention. “Watch and learn.”
Coach Negan’s gaze shifted towards the two of you causing your heart to race. “You girl’s okay?” He climbed across the bleachers which was a struggle for his long legs.
She shook her head, displaying false pain as he sat below the two of you. “I think I pulled a muscle, Coach.”
“Shit Angela, you gotta be careful.” He began to massage the calve, all the way up to her upper thighs with swift motions.
Your mouth practically watered at the sight as you imagined it was you.
He playfully slapped her knee as he was finished. “You’re good to go. I suggest you don’t fake it this time.” A smirk toyed upon his lips as his chocolate eyes were fixed on yours.
“(Y/N), how about you come down here and we’ll work on your stretching. You really can’t even stretch for shit.” He chuckled loudly as he extended his hand towards you making you gulp nervously, taking his hand which felt like electricity running through your veins.
He gave your hips a light squeeze as he pulled you onto the gym floor making you softly gasp.
“Now, try and stretch your leg over your head.” He requested as he folded his arms across his broad torso, placing the clip chart with everyone’s attendance onto a random seat.
You scoffed, “How the hell am I suppose to do that?”
His throat vibrated against your shoulder as he chuckled softly. “Lift your leg up.” He purred into your ear as you obeyed, your heart pounding faster in excitement.
He gripped your thigh as you lifted your aching leg higher and higher making a soft moan travel from your lips as he helped you.
“Don’t get too excited, we’re on school grounds.” He groaned as he squeezed your shoulders, quickly pulling away as a group of students passed by.
You felt embarrassed. He most likely thought of you as a kid even if you were nineteen years old, the oldest in his class.
Maybe all the touching was just a joke? But those looks weren’t. They were looks of pure lust. He couldn’t joke that. Even Angela admitted he was staring so hard during one game that another teacher had to get his attention to focus. The idea sounded wrong but you were a consenting adult and so was he.
“(Y/L/N), help me place all the basketballs in the storage room. Your ass sure needs more points.” He pointed out as he gestured towards the hall where the room was located.
Angela smirked at you with a supporting nod as you glanced her way.
“Come on.” He instructed in a more stricter tone causing you to jog his way.
“Sorry Coach.” You smirked seductively at him once his eyes met yours.
“Oh, you’re fucking pushing it.” He pushed your body against the wall once the coast was clear.
“C-Coach..” You whimpered as you wrapped your arms along his torso.
“Listen, I don’t mess with kids. Considering you’re nineteen, you’re an adult. Though, the school doesn’t give a shit and they’d still fire me. Just promise you won’t tell anyone?”
You instantly nodded as you crashed your lips onto his, feeling as this is what you’ve waited so long for.
A throaty groan escaped from his lips as he continued to press his soft lips onto yours, snaking his arms along your small frame.
“This, is this what you’ve been waiting for?” He hissed, squeezing your waist as his lips explored yours excitedly.
You eagerly nodded until he pulled away, his finger coming in contact with your bottom lip as he stopped you. “To be continued.”
After that experience, it was continued multiple times. Coach Negan became closer to you until a student reported the taboo behavior between the two of you. They had no evidence so the school dropped it and warned him. He informed you he could no longer be around you without wanting more, so he quit his job as a gym teacher to be a cars sales man. It practically devastated you.
Negan’s eyes lit up with joy as his eyes scanned the young woman who was so prominent in his past life. His life before it all fucked up. “(Y/N), shit, I knew that was you.” He responded happily as he pulled you onto a tight hug.
You smiled as you embraced the older man. “I have to say, I missed your smart ass telling me I suck at everything.”
He chuckled loudly, placing his hands on your wide hips. “I didn’t half recognize you without those tight little gym shorts on, doll.”
You blushed, shifting your attention towards the floor until his fingers lifted your chin. “I’ve missed you, doll. Not just screwing around in that tiny storage room, really you.”
You giggled at his same dialogue. “I’ve missed you too. I apologize for how.. uh..” You searched for a word. “How naughty I was back then.”
He laughed softly, dragging your bottom lip. “Good times.” He whispered seductively.
You leaned in, pressing your lips onto his which caused him to squeeze your hour glass shaped waist.
He gripped your hair gently as he continued to kiss your familiar lips. “To be continued.” He chuckled against your lips causing you to roll your eyes at his usual catch phrase.
“I didn’t miss that phrase.”
You two joined in laughter until a knock interrupted. “I’m home sweetheart.” Rick’s voice shouted.
Take an aspiring song writer, a rebellious high schooler, a sassy English teacher, a passionate painter and an adventurous tour guide. What’s the same in all of them? They’ve all just had their heart broken.
Heartbreak Hotel is a DAY6 angst one-shot collection with 5 members & 5 songs & 5 stories.
Full-blown angst and drama in 1669 words with Sungjin as a song writer and reader as his (ex-)girlfriend. No triggers but be prepared to shed some tears. (It may leave you confused. If it does, don’t hesitate to ask me. *-*)
My dear Theodosia is now happy by the arrival of Carlos. This was not wishing you a happy Christmas, but actually making it so. Let all our compliments be henceforth practical. The language of the world sounds fulsome to tastes refined by the sweets of affection.
I see mingle in the transports of the evening the frantic little Bartow. Too eager to embrace the bliss he has in prospect; frustrating his own purposes by inconsiderate haste; misplacing every thing, and undoing what he meant to do. It will only confuse you. Nothing better can be done than to tie him, in order to expedite his own business. That you might not be cheerful alone, I have obeyed the orders of your heart (for you cannot, even at this distance, conceal them) by a determination to take a social, friendly supper with Van Rensselaer.
You wrote me too much by Dom. I hope it was not from a fear that I should be dissatisfied with less. It is, I confess, rather singular to find fault with the quantity, when matter and manner are so delightful. You must, however, deal less in sentiments and more in ideas. Indeed, in the letter in answer to my last, you will need to be particularly attentive to this injunction. I think constantly of the approaching change in our affairs, and what it demands. Do not let us, like children, be so taken with the prospect as to lose sight of the means.
Remember to write me facts and ideas, and don’t torment me with compliments, or yourself with sentiments to which I am already no stranger. Write but little, and very little at once. I do not know for what reason, Theodosia, but I cannot feel my usual anxiety about your health, though I know you to be ill, and dangerously so. One reason is, that I have more belief in your attention to yourself.
Your idea about the water was most delightful. It kept me awake a whole night, and led to a train of thoughts and sensations which cannot be described. Indeed, the whole of your letter was marked with a degree of confidence and reliance which augurs every thing that is good. The French letter was truly elegant, as also that enclosed in compliance with my request.
If Reeves has received the money upon the order I gave him, he may send me by Carlos about twenty-five guineas, if he can spare so much of it. I am in no present want.
Pardon me for not answering your last. My mind is so engrossed by new views and expectations, that I cannot disengage it. I have not, these five days past, slept more than two hours a night, and yet feel refreshed and well. Your presentiments of my illness on a certain evening were wide from truth: believe me, you have no talent that way. Leave it to others.
I think, if you keep Carlos two nights, it will serve; but keep him longer rather than fatigue yourself. Adieu.
Pairing: Percival Graves x Reader Prompt: Number 1 “Come over here and make me.” and number 36 “I wish I could hate you.” Wordcount: 888 Warnings: none
A/N: Dang those prompts could’ve made this story go a very different way….get your own fic HERE
“I think he might fancy you a little bit.”
Your head whips round to stare in disbelief at your colleague; Tina raises an
eyebrow and pouts at you. You sigh ignoring her and turning back to the
mountain of work on your desk, trying not to glance at the closed door across
the hallway. Suddenly a ball of paper hits you on the head.
“Tina!” you whisper furiously “I’m trying to work.”
“No you’re not; you’re trying not to think about him.”
At that precise moment the door across the hallway opened and out he stepped. Tina
smirks at you.
“Good morning Mr Graves,” Tina called cheerily.
“Miss Goldstein,” he replied curtly “Y/L/N”
“Mr Graves,” you mutter without looking up
“I expect that report on my desk before the New Year’s Party, Y/L/N. I have not
been impressed with the amount of work produced by you lately. I expect better.”
“Will you be going to the party Mr Graves?” Tina asks.
“I may make an appearance if I finish my work, Goldstein, the same applies for
He turns and walks swiftly away, coat swishing behind him.
You sigh and rub your forehead with your temples.
“He definitely fancies you.”
“Tina he hates me, and believe me the feeling is mutual.”
“Love often masquerades as hate,” Tina sees your furious look and laughs
“You’ll be thanking me when he kisses you at midnight.”
“More like kills me, when I haven’t finished this work.”
The hours drag by as you try desperately to finish your work. When you finally
look up the office is empty, and it’s almost 11 0’clock, you vaguely remember Tina
leaving to go to the party a couple of hours ago.
“Y/L/N!” the shout from across the hallway made you jump, you hurried to your
feet and across the hall.
“Shut the door, please.”
Your eyes widen slightly but you obey. For some reason your heart is pounding.
“Take a seat,” he says, gesturing to the chair in front of his desk, his white
shirtsleeves are rolled up to his elbows, and his usually perfect hair looks as
though he has been running his hands through it, his tie is loose and top
button is undone, on the desk next to him sit two empty Whiskey tumblers that
you’re sure were full this morning “I’m afraid I’ve been harsh on you.”
“Sir, did you drink all that Whiskey?”
“It’s New Year’s Eve, Y/N. Now stop working and lets go to the party.”
He stands, staggers and sways dangerously, you leap to your feet and hold him
up, uncomfortably aware that this was the closest the two of you had ever been,
one of your hands was on his chest and the other was round his back. You could
smell the alcohol on him, and a musky cologne.
“Sir, I’m going to have to insist that you let me take you home. You’re in no
fit state to go to the party.”
He protests, but you insist, practically dragging him out of MACUSA, praying
that nobody sees. Thankfully they are all too busy enjoying the party to be
roaming the hallways.
“Sir, you’re going to have to tell me where you live,” you say loudly, over the
noise of the wind.
“You think I can remember where I live? I’ve drunk two tumblers of whiskey you
silly little girl.”
You step away, stung by his harsh words.
“Right. Then you’re going to have to come back to my place,” you grab hold of
his upper arm, much more aggressively than you would’ve normally dared,
disapparating and reappearing in your sitting room, pushing him down into an armchair
and going to get him a glass of water. You pass him the glass and sit opposite
him, watching him.
“I wish I could hate you,” he whispers, looking deep into your eyes “I’m trying
so hard. But I can’t do it I think I lo-“
“I think it best that you go to bed, Sir, you don’t know what you’re saying,”
you interrupt him quickly. Your heart pounding, he had almost said the words
that you’d be longing to hear since the first time you’d met him.
“Y/N,” he whispers, the sound of your first name makes you shiver, but you
“Go to bed,” you say, firmly.
“Come over here and make me.”
You sigh in annoyance and stand up, pulling him roughly to his feet and shoving
him forward towards the bedroom, waving your hand to open the door and
magically propelling him into the room and pushing him onto the bed.
He closes his eyes almost immediately, and you take pity on him, removing his
shoes, tie and waistcoat, and tucking him in under your duvet.
“Goodnight, sir,” you whisper.
“Call me Percival,” he mumbles, his eyes closed. You sigh and turn to leave
“Wait,” he calls softly, sitting up “Don’t leave.”
“What do you suggest I do instead?”
“Stay with me,” he sounds so desperate that you relent, climbing into bed fully
dressed “I’m so sorry, Y/N, for this, for everything.”
In the living room your clock chimes midnight.
“Happy New Year, Percival. We’ll talk in the morning.”
As you turn the light out, he pulls you to him, holding you close.
“I love you, Y/N.”
“I love you too.”
15 What then? Shall we sin because we are not under the law but under grace? By no means! 16 Don’t you know that when you offer yourselves to someone as obedient slaves, you are slaves of the one you obey—whether you are slaves to sin, which leads to death, or to obedience, which leads to righteousness? 17 But thanks be to God that, though you used to be slaves to sin, you have come to obey from your heart the pattern of teaching that has now claimed your allegiance. 18 You have been set free from sin and have become slaves to righteousness.
19 I am using an example from everyday life because of your human limitations. Just as you used to offer yourselves as slaves to impurity and to ever-increasing wickedness, so now offer yourselves as slaves to righteousness leading to holiness. 20 When you were slaves to sin, you were free from the control of righteousness. 21 What benefit did you reap at that time from the things you are now ashamed of? Those things result in death! 22 But now that you have been set free from sin and have become slaves of God, the benefit you reap leads to holiness, and the result is eternal life. 23 For the wages of sin is death, but the gift of God is eternal life in[b] Christ Jesus our Lord. Romans 6:15-23
If God be your father, obey Him; if God be your father, serve Him; love Him with all your heart, love Him with all your might, with all your soul, and with all your strength. If God be your father, fly from everything that may displease Him; and walk worthy of that God who has called you to His kingdom and glory…Let the language of your heart be, “Lord Jesus, help me to grow, help me to learn more, teacn me to live so as my progress may be known to all! George Whitefield
Request: this is a really weird request but can you do one where reader is Sam and deans sister and reader and demon! Seth green (kind of like how snookie was a demon) have a one night stand after she goes to hell for selling her soul, and he let’s her go after and Sam and dean believe it’s her when they meet back up and they find out she had sex with the demon but since they assumed it was to get her out of hell, they let that one slide. To add to my request no need to be smutty, just imply they had, had sex, and it actually to get out of hell, she actually liked it, but she never tells sam and dean that.Request: OMG! I love your blog, could you do one where’s the reader sold her soul to save dean and she only got a year and then after like 2 months after the reader has died she comes back and she goes to bobby first, who then tries to kill her before she explains, after she explains everything he helps her find the guys and once she does, after they splashed her with holy water and she cuts her self with a silver knife Sam and dean hugs her tightly and Sam tells her about his feelings toward her?
How were you going to explain this to Sam and Dean? Or Bobby? He still thought you were a virgin when you went to Hell, for God’s sake! And now you were out. You still couldn’t believe it yourself.
My son, worship God and obey him with all your heart and mind, just as I have done. He knows all your thoughts and your reasons for doing things, and so if you turn to him, he will hear your prayers. Be careful not to ignore him.
sometimes your heart is so ready to surrender and submit but the ego that you’ve strengthened through injustices to your own soul won’t be defeated that easily. in these times, you are able to literally see and feel the ego fighting back, weighing you down. your actions become sluggish, your body slow to obey, your heart slow to submit. no matter how pure your intentions, this internal battle still exists and sometimes the fight seems too difficult to continue. be patient with yourself. slow down. have sincere conversations with god, and know that “Allah desires that He should make light your burdens, and man is created weak.” (4:28)