Note: I wanted this chapter to be super long, but I know I’ve kept you guys waiting long enough, so I figured I’d go ahead and give you this part! 😉😉
“If my master is lost, I’ll find him. I’ll bring him back to himself, because to serve doesn’t always mean to follow.” - Joey W. Hill
You burst through the door of the kitchen entrance quickly, with David in tow.
Things were quiet.
Brian and the other two were still the only ones in the large cafeteria.
“Brian!” You yelled out, wasting no time. You wanted to get Katherine and Ben as soon as you could, you weren’t gonna let them get out of your sight and be in deeper shit with Negan.
He appeared from the back of the kitchen, wiping his hands on a towel, “What’s going good on?”
You felt a slight chill run up your spine, “The other two are still with you, right?”
He nodded, “Yeah, I have them in the back cutting up some meat.”
You let out a sigh of relief.
David shot you a weird look as he saw your obvious nervousness, you glared back at him, before walking up to the counter Brian stood behind.
“Have them finish that shit really quick. Someone escaped and Negan is on the war path.” You said, noting the seriousness of the situation in your tone.
Brian’s face went pale, and you could see the fear on it, even if he had nothing to do with it. Most people weren’t immune to Negan’s actions when he was angry, innocent or not, and Brian had already been on Negan’s bad side before, because of you.
“I can finish up, not much left to do. Take them.” Brian said quickly, shaking his head.
He disappeared into the back of the kitchen once more before coming back out a few minutes later with Katherine and Ben.
They looked confused as to why they were being kicked out so soon, but you didn’t have time to explain.
Plus, you didn’t feel like you really needed to explain to people who had only been here for a day what was going on.
It was only your first day looking after people and shit was already getting out of hand.
At this point, you didn’t wanna know what next week would bring if this is what the beginning of it was like.
“Did we do something wrong?” Ben asked, seeming to get a little defensive.
You shook your head, “No, not yet. Just come with me, and maybe I’ll explain.”
Ben glanced to Katherine who just shrugged her shoulders.
You motioned them to follow you, and left the room again.
You decided to take them back to the rec room and keep them there for the time being, you didn’t have anywhere else to go.
“So, can I know what exactly is going down here?” David whispered in a low tone as he took a seat at the table you were seated at.
Katherine and Ben sat at the end of it, holding hands and exchanging glances.
You rolled your eyes, you tried to stay in denial about them, but you knew deep down you were jealous of them. They walked around freely and expressed that the loved eachother.
You looked over to David, letting out an annoyed breathe, “You’re not gonna give up, are you?” You asked, chewing your lip.
“Well, I’m not a child.”
“You’re not an ally either.” You muttered back at him.
He chuckled and lowered his head thoughtfully for a moment, “You do realize if I was gonna fuck you over, I could have done it back at the house.”
You ran a hand through your hair and gave him a nod.
You stood up and walked over to the liquor cabinet that stood open.
What was in it wasn’t as good as Negan’s personal stash, but it got the job done either way.
David followed behind like a stray, you weren’t sure when you were gonna get used to having someone following you around, taking every order that you gave them.
You grabbed a bottle with clear liquid in it and poured it into a glass, at this point, you weren’t sure if it was vodka or moonshine.
You took a generous sip of it and stifled back at cough as it burned your throat.
“Look, someone escaped. He was a prisoner of sorts, and he’s with a group that really hates Negan. A group that I used to be apart of, and if he’s gone, maybe he teamed back up with them and who knows what the hell is gonna happen next if he has.” You said, bringing your hand up to rub your tired eyes.
“What’s gonna happen if he’s not caught?” David asked, propping his arm onto the table, giving you a curious look.
You took another sip of the liquor, you could feel the warmness wash over your body, “I can honestly say that I don’t know, David.”
He gave you a sympathetic look and pulled the pack of cigarettes from his pocket, and shoved one into his mouth, “How the hell did you end up here if you were with them?”
You smirked and looked down, you hadn’t thought a whole lot about the situation since you had been here, and you knew that he probably wouldn’t understand, “The group I was with killed a bunch of Negan’s men. So, he tracked us down and we ended up in a lineup, pretty much like you, but he had full intent on killing people. It was punishment for his men.” You said, looking up at him as he took a drag off the cigarette.
He nodded to show that he was listening to you.
“He killed two of our people. He was going to kill more, but Negan liked me, mainly for my looks. So, I made a deal with him; I’d come back here with him and be a wife if he’d spare the rest of them.” You continued.
“And the rest is history?” David scoffed.
You shook your head, “Not quite. They still owe Negan half of everything they get, so it’s an ongoing relationship. It’s complicated, and I don’t expect you to understand.”
He took another puff of the cigarette, blowing out smoke, “It’s not for me to understand. Shit, I’m just glad he didn’t beat my skull in with that bat he carries.”
“Lucille.” You cut in quickly.
“Why does he call it Lucille?” He raised an eyebrow.
“I don’t know.. Luck, maybe? I’ve never asked him.” You said furrowing your brow. Now that you thought about it, you had never asked him why he had called his prized bat by such a name.
“Are you happy?” David said bluntly.
“What?” You answered back in confusion.
“Being his wife, are you happy?”
You looked at him, taken aback.
Since you had been here, no one had ever asked you if you were happy with your position just being another one of his wives.
You were happy, weren’t you? For the most part you considered yourself happy, there were bad days and good days, but that’s common for any relationship.
No matter that nature of it.
“I’m not fond of the other wives, but yeah, I’m happy.”
David smirked and gave you a look as if he didn’t completely believe what you said, but you didn’t care, his opinion didn’t matter to you.
You knew how you felt.
And you didn’t have time to worry about what anyone thought, so much shit had gone down in the past couple weeks, and emotions were starting to have no room in any of this, but you were almost grateful for that.
You had less and less time to worry about whether or not Negan thought of you the way you though of him, or if he cared that you loved him.
The rest of the time was spent in mostly silence, Katherine and Ben didn’t bother to make conversation with you, and you didn’t care.
You didn’t have much use for either of them anyway.
You wondered why David seemed to be making an effort to get to know you, but he was likeable and so far, and he hadn’t got on your bad side.. Not yet anyway.
You and David decided to make use of the pool table while you waited for some news to come back on the Daryl situation.
You had to admit, even with the shit going on, it was nice to be able to let loose, even it was only for a moment just to play a game of pool.
“Damn, you’re good at this.” He commented at he made his shot.
You leaned against the table, “I used to play at the bar.”
“I played at the bar, too. I was always drunk playing though.”
You smiled back at him, “I guess that might be your problem.”
“Thank God we aren’t betting then.” He chuckled.
You shook your head, glancing down for a moment.
You were trying you best to remain indifferent about David, you were in charge of him and still didn’t know him well at all, and even if he had saved your life once, you didn’t wanna make the mistake of giving him your trust too quickly.
But you had to admit, he was already growing on you, and you were beginning to enjoy his company.
You thoughts were interrupted by the sounds of the door being swung open.
You and David turned to see Negan stomping through with Lucille in hand with a scowl that seemed like it was going to become permanent.
David was learning the rules quickly and kneeled time he saw Negan enter into the room.
You turned back to Katherine and Ben to see them sitting in the chair looking dumbfounded as if they didn’t know what to do.
You let out an inaudible grunt to yourself and took a step towards them.
“Do either of you own this place?” You growled at them.
They both sat there, with mouths half open as if they didn’t know what to say.
“N- no?” Katherine answered back.
“Then you both should know to get on your knees when you see him entering the room.” You hissed, motioning your head towards Negan.
Negan looked over all of them as he arrived at your side.
They were quick to get on their knees at that time, lowering their heads from his intimidating gaze.
“You need to train your fuckin’ dogs better.” Negan snorted, his face in a frown.
“I’m doing my best.” You breathed out to him, “What’s going on?”
Negan shook his head, “Nothing that’s the fuck what. He’s gone, haven’t heard a goddamn peep.”
You bit your tongue, studying his face, but he didn’t look worried, “Where do we go from here?”
“I’ve got a pretty good fuckin’ idea of where to start first.” He locked eyes with you, giving you a slight smirk. A dangerous one at that, and you knew exactly what he meant.
“Alexandria.” You nodded.
“That’s right.” He averted his eyes to David who was kneeling beside you, able to hear everything.
Negan squinted at you, then back down to him, “Don’t you think you’re a bit too fuckin’ close to my wife? From where you’re sitting, I’m sure you have a great view of her fuckin’ ass, huh?”
David looked shocked at Negan’s choice of words for him, he parted his lips, shaking his head, “No.. Sir. I- I was standing here an-”
“So what? You trying to say her ass isn’t fuckin’ good enough?” Negan barked back to him, kneeling down to his level.
David lowered his eyes from Negan and shook his head, “Sir, I’m sorry. I-”
“Negan.” You said in a pleading tone as you looked down to him.
This was Negan’s way.
There was no right or wrong answer, he just wanted to fuck with David’s head to see what kind of answer he could get out of him.
“Calm the fuck down, darlin’. I’m asking him a fuckin’ question.” Negan smirked at you, before looking back down to the man kneeling for him, “Are you trying to tell me you haven’t even tried looking? Do you not see how good lookin’ she is? If you say no, I think that’s a fuckin’ lie.”
You watched David as his level of discomfort began to rise, he had no idea how to answer any of these questions Negan was throwing at him.
“She’s pretty..” David breathed in a low tone.
“What’s that?! I can’t fuckin’ hear you.” Negan snapped, putting his hand up to his ear in a mocking gesture.
He heard him just fine the first time.
“She’s pretty.” David said again, in a louder tone this time.
Negan put his head back, with a smile spreading across his face as he looked up to you.
You shook your head, wishing that he wouldn’t berate the man like this, but you couldnt help but not mind that Negan did it, watching him be an asshole was always hot to you.
“Hear that darlin’?” Negan chuckled, blinking up at you, “You’re pretty.” He said mockingly.
He suddenly slapped David’s shoulder, making him jump, “Come on, you gotta fuckin’ level with me, she’s fuckin’ hot. I mean, you’d fuck her, right?”
David looked up at him, his eyes wide. This was the question he really didn’t understand how to answer, and he looked down right fearful of saying either answer.
His eyes darted back and forth in his socket as if he was dazed.
Negan snapped his fingers in front of his face, “Simple fuckin’ question.”
David lowered his head again and gave a small shrug, “Uh.. Yes?”
Negan’s bite his lip and sniffed before giving David a nod, “Can’t fuckin’ blame you.. And God knows..” He said as he wagged his finger in your direction, “That girl rides my fuckin’ dick like she’s in the goddamn Kentucky derby.” He praised before he stood back up, glancing over to you.
You felt your cheeks go red and you looked away from him as he continued to talk to David.
You were beginning to think you’d never not blush when he said something sexual about you to other people.
“But at the end of the day, she’s my fuckin’ wife.. So, you steer fuckin’ clear of her. You really don’t wanna fuckin’ have to deal with me.” Negan said as he gave David one last smile.
“Yes, sir.” David nodded, still kneeling.
Negan rolled his eyes and waved his arm, “I’d like to talk to my goddamn wife now. Get the fuck out of here.” He turned to Katherine and Ben, “In fact, all of you, get the fuck out of here.”
Negan didn’t have to say it twice.
As soon as he gave them the orders to leave, all three of them made a great deal of effort to scatter and get out of there as quickly as they could for fear of any of them getting interrogated by him.
Once they were gone he turned back to you with a coy smile.
“You’re an asshole.” You shook your head, trying not to smile.
“I know. But I can tell the little shit wants you.” He grunted, biting his lip.
“Jesus, Negan. Not everyone wants to fuck me.” You said shaking your head.
“Whatever darlin’, figured I’d go ahead and make it fuckin’ clear for him. He seems to be stuck up your fuckin’ ass.” Negan said, rolling his eyes.
If you didnt know any better, you would have thought you saw some jealousy coming out in him.
“Can’t handle it if he has a crush?” You smirked back to him.
He sat Lucille down on the nearby table and lowered his eyes at you, “I can fuckin’ handle it, but he needs to know,” He trailed off as he jerked you towards him, with a firm grip on your ass. You bit down on your lip instinctively, “That this.. Fuckin’ belongs to me. You are mine.”
“Of course I’m yours.” You said slowly as you rested your chin on his chest.
He always managed to smell amazing.
You were enjoying the tender moment that he was allowing you to have.
You peered up to him, with doe-like eyes.
He shifted his eyes down to you, a smirk trying to break through on his angered expression.
“How’s your leg? I know I haven’t fuckin’ asked in a while.” He ran his tongue over his lips.
“Mending. It’s getting easier to walk, so I’m happy for that.”
He rolled his eyes playfully this time, “Darlin’, I used to think this badass attitude was a fuckin’ put on, but I’m starting to be goddamn convinced that you are - In fact - a fuckin’ badass.”
You felt the corners of your mouth tug as you tried to hold back the huge smile that was spreading across your face, “I’ve never put on.”
“Good. That shit doesn’t impress me.” He spoke in a deep tone before turning his attention from you, towards the pool table that stood in the center of the room.
A mischievous smirk came over his face as he stared at it.
He tilted his head back to give you a seductive look before he crossed the room towards it.
You stood behind for a minute as he ran his hand along the edge of the table, you wondered what he was thinking.
He turned and stretched his hand along the side of it, leaning back into it.
“I’ve got a fuckin’ dilemma here.”
You crossed your arms and walked towards him, “What’s that?”
“Well on one fuckin’ hand, I’d love to play a couple fuckin’ rounds with you..” He ran a hand through his hair before slipping his jacket off his shoulders, “But on the other hand, I’m getting fuckin’ hard at the thought of fuckin’ you right here on the goddamn table right now.” He continued.
The words hit you in your sex like a train. You never fucked him on the pool table and the thought of it made you wet.
You swallowed hard as you stood in front of him.
“Do it.” You answered in a tone that sounded like you were begging.
He expression changed into one of satisfaction and he outstretched his hands to your neck.
He was always quick to clamp his hands around your neck tightly, but this time he was gentle.
His fingers wrapping themselves around you gently as he pulled you towards him. But he knew just as well as you did that he didn’t have to force you to come to him.
You came willingly.
He tilted your head up by your chin with his free hand to let his lips meet yours.
You weren’t used to this in the slightest, you had never had a soft kiss by Negan. They were usually rough and dominating and you didn’t mind that, but actually being able to savour the kiss with him was a different feeling; one that you didn’t know you had longed for until it was happening now.
You could feel his beard rubbing against your face with every movement, and you smiled against his lips.
He tightened his grip onto your neck slighty, only to release you as soon as he did to let his hands wander down your body until they found your ass again.
The kiss between the two of you intensified, his teeth finding your bottom lip, tugging it.
You placed your hands on his abdomen, and you could feel his toned body beneath the t-shirt he wore.
He let out a slight grunt as he began to unbuckle his belt quickly, letting it drop to the floor with a CLACK.
You already knew what he wanted and you didn’t hesitate, your hands wandered down to his jeans and worked on the zipper.
You reached inside, placing your hand on his throbbing member.
You worked your hand up and down it, teasing him.
You looked back up to him, his eyes were focused on yours.
You worked your hand on his shaft, watching his cheeks flare as he gritted his teeth.
You loved watching him get annoyed when you teased him, you pumped your hand up and down his cock slowly a few more times.
“Get on your fuckin’ knees.” He growled at you, enunciating his words.
You obeyed and released his member from your grasp and slid down onto the stone floor.
You perched yourself up on your knees, waiting for what was to come next.
Negan reached into his jeans, releasing himself from their confines and let his erection spring forward.
You involuntarily licked your lips, it was second nature to you now, and your mouth watered at the sight of it.
You wondered how it was even possible that his dick looked bigger than before.
He grabbed ahold of your hair and his cock simultaneously and brought you towards it, you opened your mouth and let him slide into you.
You were thankful that he went slow, it was more than a mouthful and too much to handle if shoved in all at once.
You tongue began to immediate work over the tip as you felt him sliding towards the back of your throat.
Negan’s grip tightened on your hair as your tongue and lips worked on his shaft, your head bobbing against his grasp.
“Look at me.” He ordered, suddenly.
As you continued, you tilted your heads upwards until your eyes met his.
He towered over you even more than usual now, and his dark eyes were filled with lust and animal like, much like they always were when you fucked.
“You’re always giving me that innocent fuckin’ look. Let’s see how fuckin’ innocent you look with my dick down that pretty fuckin’ throat, babydoll.” He breathed out as he bucked his hips against your mouth, making his dick slide in even further.
You felt your eyes begin to water as you kept eye contact with him.
Your hand worked it’s way up until it was firmly gripped around his shaft, your head continued to bob up and down on his cock.
Negan bit down on his tongue, as you watched him trying to be polite and not thrust his hips roughly into your mouth. His grip tightened even harder around your hair, pulling it tight against your scalp.
“Fuck, baby.” He groaned out as he tilted his head back.
You kept up a steady rhythm and forced yourself to not stop, you were taking too much pleasure in seeing him start to lose himself while you sucked him off.
For a moment it almost made it seem like he was the submissive one, you were in control of him.
He jerked his head back down to meet your eyes again, and he couldn’t control himself any longer, the grip he had on you now forced your head down even further onto his cock.
You let out a soft moan as you could feel his full length being shoved into you as he thrusts his hips against your mouth a few times.
He finally loosened his grip on your hair and let you free, “Get the fuck up.” He breathed out, pulling his wet cock from your mouth.
You wiped your mouth as you stared up at him.
He bite down on his lip and motioned you to get up with a finger in a “come hither” motion.
Now he seemed more animal than man, and in his eyes you saw only lust.
You raised yourself from your postion, and he grabbed you by the neck suddenly, startling you in the process.
He shot you a quick smirk to let you know it was okay and he pushed you back onto the pool table until your feet dangled over the edges.
He was gonna do it.
He was actually gong to fuck you on the pool table, and it made you hotter than you’ve ever been.
You couldn’t tell if it was because Negan was fucking you on it, or the thought that someone could walk in at any moment and catch Negan fucking you on it, but either of the thoughts made you more wet than the next.
He didn’t waste anytime undoing your pants, stripping them from your body.
Your damp panties clung to your sex with how turned on you already were.
Negan noticed immediately as he ran a finger along of the edge of them, looking down at you, “Goddamn, you’re gonna soak my fuckin’ pool table, babydoll.”
You giggled softly, “I can’t help it. It’s you.”
A cocky smile spread across his face as he pulled your panties down slowly, “I know. This pussy gets fuckin’ wet for me on goddamn command.”
He grabbed you by the hips and pulled you towards the edge of the table as he lowered himself down into his kneels.
You closed your eyes as you smiled at the thought of him kneeling for you, even if it was just for him giving you oral.
Your back began to arch involuntarily as his beard scratched against the inside of your thighs.
You were so glad it had grown back, you missed the way it rubbed against your skin, and the chills that it gave you.
Your hand found it’s way to his thick dark hair, your fingers ran through it, ready to tangle themselves in it at a moment’s notice.
His hands gripped around your thighs tightly as his tongue slowly worked it’s way up and down your wet entrance.
You left out a soft moan as your body began to tense up at his touch.
He was doing his best to drive you insane with his teasing, and he was doing a damn good job at it.
You let out a soft grunt, trying to hold back on letting him know how bad you wanted it, but of course he already knew.
You could feel the curl of his lips against your skin as he smiled wickedly at what he was doing to you.
“Is it too fuckin’ much for you, seeetheart?” Negan purred against your flesh.
“No.” You squeaked back and gritted your teeth as his tongue slide inside of you.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.. Why was this man so good with his tongue? You thought to yourself.
He worked his tongue deeper into your pussy, slipping a finger inside of you as he went, and your back arched up even more as you gasped.
Now your hands were the ones gripped around his hair as you pulled him further into you.
You could feel him flicking his tongue against your clit rapidly with his fingers working their way in and out of you, and you began to whimper loudly.
Your orgasm was building up fast and you weren’t even sure how long this could go on, but if felt too good to stop.
You planted a foot firmly on the edge of the table and began to rock your hips slowly, grinding your wetness into his face as his nails began to dig into your thighs, you already knew they were gonna leave some marks.
“Shhhit.” You hissed through your teeth as he switched from the steady rhythm of his tongue to biting you.
It was starting to send you over the edge, and you could feel your climax on it’s way to take over your body, but you suddenly developed a yearning for something else.
It was something that you hadn’t felt in a while and something you didn’t know you’d crave, but you did.
“Stop.” You groaned, lifting yourself up.
He pulled his head back suddenly and looked up at you, confusion plastered onto his face, “What the fuck is wrong?” He asked as he lifted himself up off the ground.
You let out a labored breathe and shook your head, “Nothing,” You studied his face as you could see he was sort of annoyed that you stopped him, and you glanced down to the floor to see his belt laying there on the ground, then back up to him, “I want you to use it.”
He raised an eyebrow and ran a tongue over his lips as he looked at you quizzically, “Fuckin’ use what, darlin’?”
You slipped off the table and bent down to pick the belt up off the floor, “This.” You purred as you handed it over to him.
He took it from your hands and a smirk spread across his lips,“ You want me to fuckin’ spank you?”
You nodded back, “Don’t you think you owe me a punishment anyway? I mean, I’m always giving you attitude, right?”
He shook his head and cleared his throat, “You’ve got a fuckin’ point, babydoll. And I’d be a lying motherfucker if I said this wasn’t turning me on as much as it is.”
You bit your lip shyly and turned away from him to bend over the table being completely submissive, revealing your bare backside to him.
Negan ran the belt through his hands as he watched you for a moment, allowing himself to take in the amazing sight in front of him.
“How many?” You asked curiously.
Negan snapped the belt, making you jump, “As fuckin’ many as it takes to get the goddamn point across, babydoll, or atleast until I’m ready to fuck you over this table.”
He stepped up behind you and grabbed another handful your hair, he had his body pressed snuggly against yours, and you could feel his erection rubbing against your pussy.
You had to stop yourself from letting out a moan.
He pulled you up roughly so his lips were next to you ear.
“You better fuckin’ count for me.” He whispered seductively into your ear.
The chills washed over you again as his beard scratched against you, “Yes.” You squeaked, almost sounding desperate.
“Yes what?” He demanded, giving your hair a firm tug.
“Yes, Daddy.” You answered.
“Good fuckin’ girl.” He praised, biting your neck.
You nodded in compliance as he pushed you back down onto the table, holding you down with his hand.
Without warning the belt was brought down on your ass with the all too familiar loud SMACK and your skin stung instantly, but left a tingling sensation that you had learned to love.
“One.” You moaned out, outstretching your hands to grip onto the table.
The belt was brought down on your ass even harder the second time. You gasped as it made contact with your skin, making you jump forward.
“Two!” You cried out.
“Go ahead, darlin’. Let everyone fuckin’ hear you scream.” Negan chuckled as the belt was brought down a third time.
You bite down on your lip hard as the stinging sensation increased, each hit coming down harder than the last, but you were finding yourself getting more pleasure than pain down.
Negan ran a free hand down your body, making chills combine with the stinging of your skin.
His fingers found their way to your aching clit and started to rub circles around it.
“Fuck.” Your nails dug into the table even harder now.
“You fuckin’ like it, babydoll?” Negan grunted, his fingers keeping a steady rhythm.
“Y-Yes.” You struggled to talk.
You felt another sharp pain on your backside, “Yes fuckin’ what? You already fuckin’ forget my name, baby?”
“Yes, Daddy.” You moaned back to him.
“More fuckin’ like it. What goddamn number was that?” He smirked back.
“Four.. Daddy.” You bit into your lip.
“Goddamn, you’re being such a good fuckin’ girl.” He threw the belt to the floor and grabbed you by the hair again, pulling you back up to him so his lips could meet your ear again, “How good does it fuckin’ feel?” He said in a deep tone as his fingers began to slide in and out of you, you could feel yourself dripping.
He was making you as wet as he possibly could.
“So good. You’re gonna make me cum, Negan.” You breathed, leaning your body back into his.
“Of course I fuckin’ am, darlin’.” He whispered pulling his fingers out and running his tongue over them, “If only you fuckin’ knew how good your pussy tasted.” He ran his tongue over his lips.
Without warning his cock was shoved into you roughly, and you cried out as he filled up your pussy all at once.
He thrusted his hips against yours, you already knew you really weren’t going to last long at all.
He had already brought you to the brink of climaxing and it wasn’t going to take much more to send you over the edge completely.
He bite down into your neck and groaned as he continued to pump away at you.
Your moans continued to get louder and it only encouraged Negan more.
“Fuck.. I can’t.. Negan!” You screamed out as your orgasm came over you before you could control yourself.
You screamed so loudly that he had to bring his hand up to your mouth, his fingers digging into your cheek to muffle your moans as he continued to ride you throughout your orgasm without slowing down.
He felt so fucking good inside of you.
“Cum for me, darlin’. Everybody is gonna know who this fuckin’ pussy belongs to.” He grunted back in satisfaction, “How many more times will you cum for me before I’m fuckin’ finished?”
You breathed heavily as your screaming began to die down to a series of moans again, Negan’s hips still grinding roughly into yours.
He had already all but worn you out and he wasn’t even done, but you craved more.
It only took a couple of minutes before you had reached your second orgasm, and it was even better than the first.
The pleasure you were feeling was so intense that it was almost starting to turn into a form of torture.
Negan began to bite down on the back of you neck hard as you whimpered and cried out for him as he kept up a steady rhythm.
“Shit.” He growled against your skin as he wrapped his hands around your waist and pulled you down firmly onto his cock a few more times, “Goddamn, you’re about to make me fuckin’ cum, baby.” He slammed you down hard one last time and you could feel the warmth as he spilled out inside of you.
He grunted roughly as he held you in the postion for a bit longer as he leaned his head against the back yours.
You licked your lips and reached up to wipe away the sweat that had begun to bead on your forehead.
He bit down on your neck one last time before you collapsed forward onto the table, and sighed in a satisfied tone.
“I needed that.” You smiled as you let yourself cool off.
“You and me fuckin’ both.” Negan breathed as he pulled himself out of you and buttoned his pants back up.
Once you composed yourself you stood back up, gathering up your clothes to put them back on, “I’ll never look at that pool table the same way.”
“Good. It needed to be fuckin’ broken in.” Negan smirked, pulling you towards him, giving you a hard kiss.
“Maybe we can play an actual game next time.” You laughed.
“Shit, when I see a pool table I’m just gonna wanna fuck you on it.” He scoffed and had a smug look on his face.
“I’m not opposed to the idea.”
“That’s my fuckin’ girl.”
You leaned against the table, “You’re not gonna kill anyone tomorrow, are you?”
Negan gave you a look as if he was surprised by the question, “How would I fuckin’ know, darlin’? If they cooperate, I won’t fuckin’ have to.”
You nodded back, “Fair enough, but I don’t think Daryl would go back there. If you want my opinion.”
“I don’t fuckin’ expect to find him there. But I appreciate the goddamn input.” He said, putting his jacket back on.
You squinted at him, “Then why are we going?”
“To let them know I’m done being fuckin’ nice. Believe it or fuckin’ not, darlin’, I’ve been fuckin’ merciful to them.” He spoke as a serious look came over his face again.
“I know that it could get worse, Negan.” You lowered your head for a momemt, thinking about all of the things you had seen him do to people since you had been with him, but you knew that there was so much more he was capable of.
The rest of that night was quiet, but there were more men on guard duty than before to keep an eye out for Daryl, and to protect the compound if Daryl came back with more than just himself.
Once you made sure that David and the other two were situated, you retired back to Negan’s room for the night to shower and rest up for tomorrow.
You didn’t know what was going to happen, and any trip to Alexandria made you nervous, but with shit continually hitting the fan your anxiety was at a new high.
“What are we gonna do with the new ones?” You asked as you laid in bed beside him.
He glanced over to you, “Who? Those two fuckin’ love birds, and the prick with a hard on for you?”
You rolled your eyes as he kept insisting that David had a thing for you, and even if he did it didn’t matter to you, “Yes.”
He propped his hands behind his head and looked up at the ceiling, “Might as fuckin’ well, they’re your fuckin’ people, time to give those dogs a little fuckin’ training. I don’t fuckin’ trust them to stay here. I mean, when the goddamn cat’s away-”
“The mice will play.” You finished his sentence for him.
He shifted his eyes to you, “You learn fuckin’ fast, darlin’.”
You nodded and gave a seriously look to him, “I had to.” You said as you ran your fingers along the scars on your body.
Negan watched as his face turned into something you had never seen, it looked like guilt, “I know that you did. I would have fuckin’ stopped it if possible.”
Imagine Chris falling in-love with you all over again.
A/N: Epilogue! This is best if you listen to Ed Sheeran’s song ‘Perfect’ first 'cause I was inspired by that. Anyway, we’ve finally arrived at the end of the series. (I don’t know if I’ll write more, but this seems like a good place to end.) I’m so excited to go on holiday, but I’m terribly sad to leave you guys. Fear not, I might just whip out my keyboard at the airport if some inspiration strikes me. I love you all so much! 😘 You can read the previous parts here: ('Charlotte Rose’ - Part 1/Part 2/Part 3/Part 4/Part 5A/5B) and ('Drunk Minds, Sober Hearts’; 'Baby Fever’; 'Memory Lane’; and 'Little Ones’ - Masterlist) Enjoy and I’ll see y'all soon. X
Chris was right about the movie, 'Charlotte Rose’, taking home Oscars. It took home so many Oscars that it nearly cleaned out the categories; it won “Best Original Score’, 'Best Actress’, 'Best Sound Editing’, 'Best Original Screenplay’, 'Best Director’, and 'Best Picture’. You and Chris spent the night in Los Angeles celebrating like there was no tomorrow, earning praises all round for the work the two of you did as a couple. Articles flew and circulated the web: "Chris Evans and Y/N Y/L/N takes home six Oscars, it just goes to show that they’re as good as co-workers as they are a couple!”, “Power couple, Chris Evans and Y/N Y/L/N, dominates The Academy Awards!”, “Production companies will be fighting to work with Chris Evans and Y/N Y/L/N after they return from their hiatus.”
The movie was filmed and produced two years after your daughter was born, as you both wanted some time to care for your preemie baby. It was incredibly well-received around the world, so much so that you and Chris ended up doing press despite being the faces behind the scenes. As it turned out, the press and the fans were more interested in the work the two of you did rather than the actors and actresses you hired. You were lucky, however, to have both of your children be at the age where they could travel with you while you toured the world. It was a pretty great three months out of Boston, but eventually it was time to go home.
It was nice to be back in your home after months of staying in hotels, you could tell your kids were excited to get home too. Even now, as you spent a lazy Sunday in Boston with your family watching Disney movies, it was different to how you’d spend a lazy Sunday in Los Angeles watching Disney movies with your family, despite having a second house there. Boston was home now, the place Chris had bought before he met you- the place that you’d both turned into a home after getting married- was home now.
As Chris dried and put away the dishes, you were snuggled up with your kids on the couch. He looked over and smiled; there wasn’t a sight more pure that he could bestow upon himself. You looked up and smiled when you saw him smiling at the three of you, you beckoned him over with your head. He chuckled and left the job unfinished because you didn’t need to ask twice; that was an offer he couldn’t refuse.
“Daddy!” Charlie pulled away from you and held out her arms when she saw her dad walking over; Chris smiled and scooped her into his arms. You chuckled and shuffled, pulling Jack closer to you as you made a spot for your husband. The girl was definitely his girl, whereas the boy was yours. “You smell nice,” she giggled when she buried her face into the crook of his neck.
“Thank you, sweetheart,” he chuckled, rubbing her back. It was clear she was getting tired, it wouldn’t be long until she fell asleep in his arms. Jack was halfway there too, fighting his heavy eyelids as he rested in your comforting arms. “You smell lovely too,” he told her as he pressed a kiss into her soft locks.
“Mama,” Jack whispered and you looked down at him. “I know we had pancakes for breakfast today,” he yawned and you chuckled, “but can we have pancakes for breakfast tomorrow too?” You nodded and kissed the top of his head as Chris wrapped an arm around you; you leaned into him and smiled when you felt him kiss your head.
“Think you can meet me in the backyard after I put the kids to bed?” Chris whispered into your ear and you turned to him with narrowed eyes. “Yes?” He mouthed and nodded his head, prompting a nod from you. “Awesome,” he smiled then turned his attention back on Charlie. “Sweetheart,” he spoke gently, “do you want me to put you to bed?”
“Mm hm,” she nodded her little head, rubbing her eyes.
“Alright,” Chris smiled and rose to his feet, lifting her with him. “Jack, you ready for bed too, bud?” Jack nodded; he kissed your cheek then pulled away from you, taking the hand his dad was holding out. “C'mon, Dodge.” He called and Dodger followed. “Backyard, fifteen minutes tops.” He mouthed over his shoulder as he took the kids upstairs to tuck them in for the night.
You, on the other hand, decided to spend the next fifteen minutes cleaning up the mess from your cozy movie marathon while waiting for Chris to return. It took him ten minutes which meant your kids were really worn out, otherwise it would’ve been at least half an hour. When he returned, you were finishing the dish job he’d left unfinished. He leaned against the fridge, smiling at you with a smile that drew laughter.
“What?” You smacked him with the dish rag.
“Nothing,” he shook his head, smiling. “I’m just admiring how beautiful you look.”
“Beautiful?” You chuckled softly as he took your hand, leading you towards the backyard; he’d prepared a special something for the both of you, some down time as a couple after spending the whole day as parents. “I’m a mess.”
“Darling, you look perfect tonight,” he whispered underneath his breath, but you heard it. You smiled and leaned in, tenderly giving his jawline a sweet kiss. “I figured we could go on that date we talked about in the hospital. I know we’re not old and gray yet, but-” he paused to push the curtains apart, opening the sliding doors. “This is as good a night as any to catch up on some alone time.”
“Chris,” you smiled as you took in the sight in front of you.
Your husband had laid out a blanket on the grass with candles and rose petals surround it. His iPod was plugged into a docking station and the song, 'Make You Feel My Love’ by Adele- the song that was playing at your wedding when you had your first dance- was playing. You turned to him and mirrored his dorky grin, shaking your head in disbelief. He leaned forward and your eyes closed as he pressed his lips against your forehead. After ten years of being with him, you still couldn’t believe how lucky you were.
“Shall we?” He held out a hand and you took it, letting him lead you into a barefoot waltz on the soft grass. “You know what, Y/N?” He whispered after a while. “I’d do anything to have this moment last forever. Just being here with you, dancing in the dark with you- it’s unadulterated bliss.” He pulled back to look you in the eyes, “you’ve given me unadulterated bliss. That’s something I never thought I’d achieve, but here I am with the perfect wife, the perfect kids. I have the perfect life,” his eyes glistened as he smiled, “because of you.”
“None of this would have happened if you didn’t find me first, Chris,” you smiled, feeling your own eyes well. “You are the reason we have all of this, you are the one who has given me unadulterated bliss. Without you, I wouldn’t be here. Without you, we wouldn’t have Jack and Charlie. Without you, my life wouldn’t mean as much as it does today. You are the love of my life- the light that dims all the dark. I have the perfect life because of you, Chris, not the other way around,” you told him.
“Let’s just agree to disagree,” he chuckled and dipped his head, kissing you.
Adele’s 'Make You Feel My Love’ faded out and Ed Sheeran’s 'Perfect started playing. You both chuckled as you broke the kiss; the memory of how you told him the song was the perfect depiction of your entire life together came flooding back.
I found a love for me
Darling, just dive right in and follow my lead
“We really just leapt into this relationship, didn’t we?” You chuckled when you thought back to how you met and how quickly things progressed after the first meeting. “It was like the universe suddenly decided it was time for us to stop fooling around with other people, just threw us into the deep end and left us to save each other.”
Well, I found a girl, beautiful and sweet
Oh, I never knew you were the someone waiting for me
“Aren’t you glad though?” Chris smiled when you nodded. “If I could just go back in time and just- grab Chris and shove him in your direction. Just have him find you years and years earlier, I would. I would just slap some sense into him, tell him to go find you instead of wasting his time with girls who clearly aren’t right for him.”
“I’d do the same with Y/N,” you nodded. “I’d drag her across oceans if it meant I could spend more time with you. Not that I needed to, considering we grew up hours away from each other.” You both chuckled. “God, what were we thinking? How could we have just missed each other? I mean- the life we could’ve had, the pain we could’ve avoided.”
“I guess we didn’t know we had someone so perfect waiting for us.”
'Cause we were just kids when we fell in love
Not knowing what it was
I will not give you up this time
But darling, just kiss me slow, your heart is all I own
And in your eyes you’re holding mine
“The first time I saw you, Y/N,” Chris chuckled softly. “I thought my heart was going to jump out of my throat. I was so nervous that I let the opportunity to speak to you- the love of my life- escape. If you didn’t drop that coaster- if Kevin wasn’t your father’s friend, I’d never would’ve met you and it would’ve eaten me up alive.”
“And I feel like a complete idiot ignoring my vicinity,” you laughed. “If I had just stopped obsessing with my writing for a second, take my eyes off my damn Gummi Bears- I would’ve noticed Captain America across the room and gone up to you.”
“Yeah,” he nodded, smiling. “But I’m really glad you didn’t though, that was part of your charm. Your passion was what captured me, your insanity-” he chuckled when you playfully slapped his arm. “You were like a breath of fresh air after years under water.”
Baby, I’m dancing in the dark with you between my arms
Barefoot on the grass, listening to our favorite song
When you said you looked a mess, I whispered underneath my breath
But you heard it, darling, you look perfect tonight
“And you still are,” Chris told you, tucking a loose piece of hair behind your ear. “Every time I see you, it’s like I’m being saved all over again.” You felt your heart ache at his sincerity. “No matter how bad my day gets, there won’t be something you can’t do to make me feel better.”
“Chris,” you pulled your hand out of his for a brief second, brushing the tear that had escaped. “Stop,” you chuckled softly as he did, kissing your forehead. “You’re making me cry and I don’t want to cry during such a beautiful moment. Ed Sheeran’s really not helping,” you referred to the song and he laughed.
Well I found a woman, stronger than anyone I know
She shares my dreams, I hope that someday I’ll share her home
I found a love, to carry more than just my secrets
To carry love, to carry children of our own
“This could be our anthem, you know that right?” Chris chuckled at how perfect the song 'Perfect’ was; it practically described your whole relationship in four minutes and twenty-three seconds. “If he’d just come out with this song a few years earlier, I’d have it playing at our wedding. It would definitely draw tears, I mean- just listening to it now, it’s making my heart ache.”
“Aw,” you chuckled. “I know, right? The best part of listening to it now though, it’s actually true. We’ve accomplished our dream of working together, you’ve accomplished yours of winning that Oscar you so thoroughly deserve.” He smiled when you brushed his cheek with the back of your hand. “We’re married, we’ve got a house, we’ve got our kids. Our life is complete, Chris,” you smiled and he mirrored it. “Don’t get me wrong, we’ve got lots more to do but- I’m pretty satisfied with what we have now.”
We are still kids, but we’re so in love
Fighting against all odds
I know we’ll be alright this time
“Yeah,” Chris nodded, smiling. “I’m with you there.”
Darling, just hold my hand
Be my girl, I’ll be your man
I see my future in your eyes
“I have you as my present and my future,” you smiled. “That’s more than good enough for me, more than I can ask for in this lifetime.” He pulled you closer to him and you rested your head against his chest, gently swaying in the dark and listening to the song as you reflected on your ten years together.
Baby, I’m dancing in the dark, with you between my arms
Barefoot on the grass, listening to our favorite song
When I saw you in that dress, looking so beautiful
I don’t deserve this, darling, you look perfect tonight
Baby, I’m dancing in the dark, with you between my arms
Barefoot on the grass, listening to our favorite song
Chris pulled back and you looked up to meet his gaze, he smiled and you smiled back. “I am so utterly, irretrievably, and irrevocably in-love with you.” You pulled your hand out of his and wrapped both arms around his neck, taking a step closer as if you could getting any closer to him.
I have faith in what I see
Now I know I have met an angel in person
And she looks perfect, I don’t deserve this
You look perfect tonight
“I love you, Chris Evans,” you whispered; your lips inches away from his.
“I love you too, Y/N Y/L/N.” His breath warm against your face. “Well,” he chuckled softly, “I should really say Evans, shouldn’t I?” You bit back your smile; you’d kept your last name for professional reasons. “It’s not like you’re going anywhere romantically, or professionally, now that we’ve proven we make such a great team.”
“I wasn’t going anywhere before that anyway,” you chuckled.
“Yeah,” he smiled and started to lean in, “I definitely don’t deserve this.”
“Neither do I,” you smiled and pressed your lips against his.
You lay sprawled across the couch at six in the evening, your hand loosely holding the heavy weight of your phone, which hadn’t buzzed for hours. It was your one year anniversary, and Ethan hadn’t so much as bothered to text you. You had drifted into an uneasy sleep when you heard pounding at the front door. Startled awake, you yawned wide and skipped over to the door, rubbing at your eyes as you pulled it open. Through your bleary vision you saw something red…roses?
“Hey, baby,” Ethan smiled brightly.
“E?!” you gasped, leaping into his open arms and burrowing your head into his shirt. Your legs came around his waist, his arms holding you tight as you sobbed into him, Ethan cooing softly and running his fingers through your hair.
“What are you doing here?” you whispered in astonishment as he placed you gingerly back on your feet.
“Surprising my beautiful girlfriend on our anniversary,” he said simply, brushing a thumb over your cheek and swiping off a tear.
“But, wh- I thought you forgot?! You didn’t talk to me the entire day, I-” you stumbled.
“Well, I didn’t want you to know what I was doing, it would’ve ruined it!” Ethan laughed, stepping through the door frame. He moved to the counter and set the roses gently down before turning to look you over.
You hadn’t moved.
“Awe,” Ethan whined, “Baby, I’m sorry. I didn’t realize you’d be so sad,” he said, extending his arms out for you.
You stepped numbly into his embrace, your head spinning.
“I can’t even begin to describe how awful today felt,” you whispered into the crook of Ethan’s neck. “I thought I did something wrong, I couldn’t figure it out, I thought you were thinking of leaving me…”
Ethan placed his cheek against your head, “I’m so sorry, (Y/N), I should’ve told y-”
Suddenly he stopped, his grip loosening momentarily.
“Ethan?” you said, pulling your head up and staring into his hazel eyes, which were fixated distinctly on something across the room.
“What did you do today?” he asked softly.
“I-why?” you said, taken aback.
“Just, tell me,” he murmured, his voice low.
“Um, I waited around for you to call this morning, and when I realized it wasn’t happening, a friend came over and spent a couple hours with me. I had to take my mind off, well, you,” you spoke truthfully.
“Did anyone else come?” Ethan asked, releasing you, and moving towards the couch.
“No? Why? Ethan, what’s going on?”
Ethan scooped low and spun around, holding out a men’s jacket, his jaw clenched in frustration.
“Want to tell me the truth this time?” he said, barely audibly.
Your cheeks flushed pink in embarrassment, “I did. Seriously Ethan, nothing happened.”
“Let me guess,” Ethan said, tossing the jacket down in disgust. “This ‘friend’ of yours came over when he heard we were having problems, that he came to ‘consolidate’ you.”
“Wha-yeah, but that was it, we ate food and watched TV, nothing else,” you said, starting to feel irritated.
Ethan made a move towards you, his hands coming flying to your wrists as he pulled your face close to his.
“God,” he muttered in frustration, his nostrils flaring in anger, “Don’t you see it?”
Your voice trembled as you shook your head pathetically, your grip on reality spinning as you drowned in his overpowering scent.
“I can’t leave you alone, not like this,” he growled softly.
“Ethan, please,” you begged, trying to pry his fingers off of you.
“You don’t understand,” he started, “what it’s going to be like for me when I leave now. The thought that some other guy is going to have his dirty hands all over my girlfriend, the thought of you letting him, the fact that I won’t be there to even stop it, it’s going to consume me, (Y/N).”
“Ethan,” you snapped suddenly, pulling his hands off your wrists, “are you hearing yourself right now?! This guy is just my friend, and even if he tried doing anything I would never let it happen! But the fact that you think I would…t-that hurts.” you said, taking a step back.
“I don’t know, (Y/N),” he sighed in exasperation, “I believe you now, but I’m going to be gone for months, which is more than enough time for someone else to see what I see in you and take advantage of the fact that you’re all alone!”
“You’re all alone.”
…You’re all alone
And you were.
You were all alone.
Your mouth fell open, your eyes brimming with salty tears as you shook your head in pain, your lower lip trembling. Ethan realized his mistake, but it was too late.
“(Y/N),” he begged softly, “I didn’t mean-”
“No,” you stopped him, “I get it, and you’re right. You wanted to go on tour with Grayson, and despite the fact that it meant my presence would be replaced with that of thousands of lovesick girls, I still supported you all the while. Because you see, I thought that if you could be apart from me, that I could make the sacrifice too. But you’re right…you have Grayson, & you’re fans, and I have nobody.”
“Baby, I’m sorry,” he gulped nervously, taking a step closer.
A crystal droplet rolling down your cheek, you extended your arm, preventing him from coming any closer, “Don’t.”
“Just, let me-” he begged, his dark locks falling over his forehead.
“We knew the risk we were taking when we decided to stay together despite the tour,” you said, your eyes fluttering closed. “You can’t even begin to imagine how much I hurt without you.”
“I know, (Y/N), believe me, I know. And you’ve been so brave, and so strong…” he replied.
“Have I, though?!” you cut him off, your eyes opening to meet Ethan’s somber gaze. “I break, a little bit more, every day. I cry myself to sleep, wishing you were next to me. I get anxious wondering how much better you are without me. But then I stop, and I remember how happy you are, and that is the only thing that’s been keeping me going. But it’s great to know that you think I would stoop low enough to turn on you after everything we’ve been through,” you gasped, your last few words coming out through a sob, the taste of your own tears prominent as they slipped between your lips.
Ethan took in a deep breath, his jaw clenched.
You looked him up and down, anger bubbling steadily in your chest.
“Tell me you trust me enough to walk out this door right now, knowing nothing bad will happen,” you hissed quietly, “and I’ll forgive you.”
Ethan’s chest shook softly as he opened his eyes, which were brimming with moisture. His skin glowed under the fluorescent lighting, his lips parted, “I-I want to…”
You shook your head, your arm dropping in defeat, “but you can’t.”
Ethan looked at you with such sadness that it took everything you had to utter your next words, “get out.”
He shook his head frantically, tears rolling down his cheeks, “no,” he pleaded.
“No,” he said with more force this time. “I’m not done.”
“Well I am,” you said, turning your back and walking away from him to hide your immense pain. “I’m done, Ethan.”
“Done with-” he began.
“Done with us,” you finished, holding back the tears that clawed for freedom behind your shut eyelids.
“Wha-” he said, taken aback, “No…no.”
You only shook your head.
“No, I-I can’t,” his voice cracked, his hands coming over his face, “please don’t do this, please don’t.”
“It was a mistake thinking we could do this. I didn’t want to let you go, so I held on to this alternate reality where we were happy, but I should have let go already…” you whispered. “It’s more than just a stupid jacket, Ethan. I’ve been holding you back from doing what you love.”
“No,” he said again, his hand on your shoulder, “please, j-just, talk to me.”
You turned around, your eyes opening, but you couldn’t bring yourself to look at him.
“E, if you care about me, you’ll leave,” you said, staring into the fabric of his tee.
“Look me in the eyes, and tell me you want me to go,” he murmured, his fingers brushing your loose hairs behind your ear. Just the touch of his fingers was enough for you to almost take it all back. You looked into his unblinking hazel eyes, which were inches from your own.
“I want you to go,” you said, your voice unwavering.
You could see his heart shattering into a million pieces, right in that moment.
He turned to move towards the door, and you had to face away to prevent yourself from stopping him. There was the sound of footsteps clacking on the wooden floor, and then the door slamming loudly shut. You raised your head, stunned to see Ethan still standing there.
“No,” he said bluntly, his sadness replaced by anger, “not until I get to talk.”
He advanced on you so quickly that you went stumbling back, your backside hitting the wall.
“I’m not giving up on us,” he growled, pulling close to you.
“This isn’t your choice to make-” you breathed.
He took a final step, his two hands making contact with the wall, his arms caging you in. You could feel his breath on your face, and your heart faltered, your head turning to avoid his eyes.
“You’re right,” he said, “it’s our choice. We’re supposed to figure this out together.”
“Nothing you say will be able to change the truth,” you whimpered, “this isn’t working. We keep trying to hold onto something that’s already gone.”
“DON’T SAY THAT,” he yelled his fists slamming so hard into the wall that you flinched and began crying again.
You turned to look at him through your bleary vision, “Ethan…”
“Why is it so easy for you to throw this all away?” he hissed, his nostrils flaring.
“Ethan,” you begged, your chest rattling.
“TELL ME,” he demanded, his eyes growing dark, his chest pressing into yours.
You gasped out for air, embracing the tears that came, “IT’S NOT,” you screamed. “I-it hurts…” You sunk to the floor, hitting the ground and burrowing your head between your knees, your cheeks wet. A silence hung in the air, broken only by the sound of your muffled cries.
You knew he was still there, you just knew it.
You blinked at Ethan, crouched in front of you, his lips bent downwards in sadness. He slowly raised the back of his hand to your cheek, his knuckles brushing lightly against your skin, the feeling causing your heart to miss a beat. His hand trailed upwards, his thumb brushing your tears quickly off before skimming across your face and tracing your features softly. Eventually, his thumb came to your lower lip, where he tugged ever so gently. You raised your eyes to his, hating yourself for how much control he had over you. He moved in slowly, his head tilting as his lips gently made contact with yours. A single tear trailed down his bronzed cheek and onto your lips. His right hand held your face firmly to his, his chest heaving softly as he held you like that, and all the time in the world would not have been enough for how long you wanted to stay in his hold. He pulled back a long moment later, his hand falling to his side, his head drooping in understandment.
“What was that?” you whispered.
You could feel him moving away, but you couldn’t bear to watch him leave your side. A moment later, his voice came, barely audibly, from across the room.
Imagine your water breaking while arguing with Chris.
A/N: Part 4, yo. Hehe, even the cutest of couples fight. Read the previous parts of this chapter here (‘Memory Lane - Part 1/Part 2/Part 3’), and the first two chapters of the whole series here ('Drunk Minds, Sober Hearts and Baby Fever - Masterlist’) Enjoooooy. X
You strolled to the kitchen with Dodger trailing behind you, tail wagging excitedly for his breakfast. You looked down at him and smiled, but that smile faltered when you entered the kitchen. You walked in and immediately sighed; Chris’ little get together with his friends last night left the kitchen and the living room- where Chris had spent his night- a complete mess.
You should have been used to it by now, it was always the same deal when the game was on; Chris and his buddies will drink a little too much, eat a bunch of crap, and yell at the TV until their wives/girlfriends called them home, and in Chris’ case- until he passed out on the couch. Usually you’d help with the clean up, make some coffee and breakfast to help him with his hangover, but today you weren’t having any of it.
In your defense, you were nine months pregnant and due any day now; your feet were swollen, your back was aching, and you were just- tired of being pregnant. The last thing you needed was a messy house to deal with, especially when it wasn’t your mess to clean.
“Get up,” you tossed a roll of garbage bags at Chris and he groaned, rolling from his stomach onto his back. “I don’t care how hungover you are, you’re going to get up and clean your mess up.” He opened his eyes and quickly winced at the sunlight peeking through the curtains, groaning louder than before. “I mean it, get up.” You struggled but you managed to nudge him with your foot.
“What time is it?” He mumbled, rubbing his eyes with his hands.
“Time to get up and clean,” you bit with narrowed eyes. “How can four guys can make such a huge mess?” You looked around and shook your head, annoyed and disgusted. “I mean- is it really that hard to put your beer bottles and burger wrappers in the bin as soon as you’re done with them?” You continued to lecture your husband, who had sighed and sat up. “It’s not even that far away, Chris. You guys do this almost every weekend and I’m sick of it, either tighten up or go to a bar and watch the game.”
“Sweetheart-” Chris tried to reason with you but you didn’t give him much of a chance.
“Don’t call me sweetheart until you clean up your mess,” you stormed out of the living room, leaving him and Dodger behind. “Now, Chris!” You called as you made your way up the stairs so you didn’t have to look at the chaos that was your house.
“If she kills me, buddy,” Chris whispered softly to Dodger. “Just know that I love you.” He reached out and tried to pet Dodger but got barked at instead; the pup was on your side, as he’d been since the day he met you. “Seriously?” He frowned at Dodger who padded out of the living room to join you upstairs. “You know you’re my dog, right?” He called after Dodger then sighed and grabbed the roll of garbage bags you’d thrown at him earlier.
• • • • • • • •
Chris made sure he made downstairs spotless before he went upstairs to you and Dodger; the two of you sat on the bed while you work on your latest script. You didn’t have to look up to see Chris standing in the doorway, trying to assess your mood before he approached. You spoke without taking your eye off your laptop, “is my kitchen a kitchen again?”
“Is my wife my wife again?” He retorted, trying to be cute but coming off more smart-assy than cute. You looked up and shot him a dirty look; he pressed his lips together and winced. “Sorry,” he mumbled sheepishly, scratching the back of his head.
“I don’t know if you realize this, Chris, but I am pregnant.” You began, closing the lid of your laptop. “It is an incredibly exhausting thing to be, not that you’d know.” You bit and he sighed. “The worst part is- I’m not doing this for myself.” You blurted out before you could stop yourself; it wasn’t true but you were just incredibly wound up. “You’re the reason I’m having a child, the least you can do is be a little more considerate.”
“Hold up,” he frowned as he pushed himself off the doorframe. “Did you seriously just say that?” You did, and you didn’t mean it, but you were too stubborn to take it back. “I’m not the one who made the call, Y/N. I told you I wanted a child but not if you weren’t ready for it. I was fine waiting until you were, and you told me you were and now you’re suddenly 'not doing this for yourself’? Are you kidding me?”
“Ugh,” you groaned as you rose to your feet, “shut up, Chris. Aren’t you just the perfect gentleman? I’ll wait until you’re ready, Y/N,” you mocked him. “You and my mom manipulated me into being ready, I was still thinking but you kept pushing and pushing until I couldn’t take it anymore. Why else would a person like me agree to have a child?!”
“A person like you?” He chuckled and scoffed at the same time. “What is that even suppose to mean? You don’t even hate children, Y/N. I know you, a lot better than you know yourself, and being pregnant has made you happier than I’ve ever seen you before. You want this, you were just too afraid of change as per usual.”
“You know me better than I know myself?” You quizzed rhetorically. “If that is so, you wouldn’t have left the house the way you left it.” You bit and he groaned. “Oh stop groaning, you jerk. This fight is your fault, if you’d just cleaned up last night then we wouldn’t even be having this fight.”
“What’s the difference, Y/N?” He narrowed his eyes at you. “It’s not like I was going to just disappear the next morning. And I’ve already clean it all up, so why are you still yelling at me? I get it, okay? I was inconsiderate. You’re pregnant and tired and you shouldn’t have to deal with all of it. I’m sorry, I won’t leave the house like that anymore. Happy now?”
“Happy now?” You scoffed. “You call that an apology? Oh my God, you’ll be the-” You were cut off when you felt and heard a soft pop, then a gush of warm fluid rushing down your legs. “Oh no,” your hand moved to touch your belly. “No no no,” you breathed and looked up at your husband.
“What is it?” His tone softened as he took a step towards you, taking your hands in his as his eyes narrowed with deep concern. “Are you in pain?” You shook your head with your lips slightly parted, still unable to speak because you were in shock. “Hey, talk to me.”
7 months. 7 months since you had last seen Harry’s face, 7 months since you had last felt his touch, heard his laugh… 212 days of daily Facetime sessions, usually lasting about 5 to 10 minutes before he had to disappear to go film something for the movie or go to some kind of meeting. In all honesty, you thought you’d be able to handle 212 days. When he was on tour with the boys, he’d leave for about 10 months, so what was new here? It was just… You had gotten so used to him being home, it was kind of a shock to find out you’d be waking up alone for the next 7 months. At first, you were completely fine. During the first few weeks, you told yourself that a couple months would whiz by and Harry would be home soon enough. When you dropped Harry off at the airport with a sad smile and a quick goodbye kiss, you told yourself that it was going to be fine. It really wasn’t a big deal, if you thought about it more carefully. You knew this was what you signed up for when Harry first asked you to be his girlfriend. Coming home to an empty and quiet house wasn’t something you enjoyed.
“Whoops, be careful!” You smiled lightly, a younger fan brushing past you to get to the doors. Obviously, you weren’t the only one who got the memo that Harry was coming back today. The airport was packed with fans, all excited to see their favourite pop star walk through those doors. You weren’t particularly sure of the reason as to why you were so… calm. Harry, your boyfriend, was coming home for the first time in 7 months, and you didn’t seem phased at all.
It was only when you heard collective screams of excitement that you snapped back to reality, getting up on your tiptoes to see if you could see- “Harry…?” You breathed out, time seeming to slow down when his eyes locked with yours after he spent about a good 30 seconds trying to find you. A wide grin grew on his face as he adjusted the strap of his duffle bag, beginning to make his way over to you - obviously pausing for some pictures and autographs first. Soon enough, the news of ‘Harry’s finally home!’ sunk into your brain, your heart beginning to pound wildly in your chest and your energy levels shooting straight through the roof! You found yourself jogging towards the crowd, the jog turning into a full on sprint not even a second later. “Harry!”
“Y/N-” Harry didn’t even get a chance to say his hello’s before you had launched yourself into his arms, making him stumble backwards before he swept you off your feet in one swift movement, hands cupping the underside of your thighs. “Christ, love. Could’a given me a warning before attacking.” He laughed lightly, dropping his duffle bag to the floor so that he could get a better hold on you. (You’d kill him if he dropped you on your ass in front of a hundred fans and paps.) Your face was tucked into the crook of his neck, arms wrapped around him in a death grip. You didn’t even care that you were currently the center of attention because the only thing that was on your mind was the fact that Harry was home, and he wasn’t going anywhere anytime soon.
“Wha’s the matter, button? Don’ tell me you’re cryin’. I know how much you hate cryin’ in public.” Harry teased, turning to bump his nose into the side of your head gently to get you to look up. “You’re never usually this emotional. Miss me that much?” He cooed, giving your thighs a squeeze. “C’mon, lemme see tha’ pretty little face. You didn’t give me a chance to look at yeh properly!” You pulled away, cheeks already streaked with tears and eyes already swollen. “Ooh, never mind.” You scowled at your boyfriend, flicking your fingers against his forehead before reaching up and rubbing at your eyes.
“You’re a terrible person.” You muttered, voice wavering slightly. “Your hair’s a little longer, too.”
“Figured I’d let it grow so you’d have more to tug on.” Harry joked, leaning in to press a sweet kiss to your lips. “How about we go home?”
Another surprise preference about a mystery member who’s last name rhymes with good.
A/N: I had made a mini series after the Michael preference about him “Waking You Up.” Emptying my notes and found Cal’s that I meant to post but thought it would flop(LBR it will either way) sooo yeah. Here’s you go.
Shuffling around, you tried being careful that you didn’t knock over your sleeping boyfriend. You took a second and admired him in his slumbering state. His covered chest in a gray tank gently rising up and down, his stiff lips occasionally pouting out of habit. It took all of it in you to not mess up his hair which flew in every direction and grazed across his forehead. You couldn’t contain yourself any longer and started running your fingers along his biceps and across his chest. You moved your leg farther across his waist and pulled yourself to his center. Gliding both hands up his chest and moving your face closer his ear. “Cal…” You whisper and pecking his jaw. Thank god it was dark, so he couldn’t see how impossibly closer you had gotten to him without him knowing. His breathing became less steady and he crinkled his eyes. “Calum… Please wake up.” You nudged his arm with a little more force. He took a long inhale and tried to move into a different position but you had him trapped with your lower body and sighed, rubbing his eyes. You giggled and moved your upper half closer and kissed the corner of his plump lips. He groaned and pulled away. “Y/N… What are you doing?” He asked in his morning voice. “I can’t sleep.” You stated, sprawled across his body. “Yeah I can see that. Just relax.” “But I can’t. I’m wide awake.” You replied squirming around. He wrapped his arms tightly around you and turned you both so you were then on your side and he raised his leg so it was now wrapped around your waist now. “Problem solved.” His voice trailing off so you could hear he was beginning to fall asleep once again. “CALUM.” You muttered, your face squished against his chest, his grip was still pretty strong for someone who was asleep. “Hmmm…?” he groaned in response. There was no way to escape so you used the first mechanism you could think of which was tickling. You poked his hips and he immediately retreated from his hold on you. “Y/N! Come on.” You laughed and all of sudden he let go and was dragging himself out of bed. “I’m going to the bathroom.” You nodded with a sheepish smile, deciding to stop being such a pest but then changed your mind and had an idea. You discarded your flimsy shirt and slid off your fleece shorts, leaving you in your embracing undergarments and pulled the plush bright red comforter over your exposed body, facing the wall. Calum walked out the bathroom, sliding into bed. “Y/N, I haven’t gotten much sleep and was just feeling a little grumpy. You mad at me?” He pouted, gently tugging on your ear. “Can I climb in there with you?” He asked, raising the blanket and laying alongside you, wrapping his arms around you only to find him feeling your bare bum against his clothed center and his hands against your topless upper half. He furrows his eyebrows and props himself up on one elbow and slowly peels the blanket off of you. “Cal… It’s cold.” You moan, bringing the blanket back up. “Y/N?” “Go to sleep babe.” “I don’t know if I can anymore.” His managed to say with a newly woke part of his body. “Just relax.” You mocked his voice. “That’s not fair!” He whined.
A/N: Part 5 is in two letter parts, why? ‘Cause I’m a monster. No shit, I was crying so hard when I wrote this. You can read the previous parts here: (‘Charlotte Rose’ - Part 1/Part 2/Part 3/Part 4) and (‘Drunk Minds, Sober Hearts’; ‘Baby Fever’; 'Memory Lane’; and 'Little Ones’ - Masterlist) Enjoy. X
June 23, 2019; you were thirty-two weeks and Chris was still experiencing the pregnancy with you. Alex was right when he said “they’re surprisingly understanding at Metro-Goldwyn-Mayer.” After signing a contract with them, they told both their writer and their director that they were in no rush to start production and could wait until their power couple had their second child before they cracked the hammer. Needless to say, you and Chris were both incredibly grateful to them. It also gave the two of you a chance to assure them that the movie was going to be amazing because it meant you had more time to plan, review, and refine.
At 1:48AM, Chris was still going strong with scene twenty-eight; you, however, had fallen victim to exhaustion and was now fast asleep. Chris looked over at you and chuckled softly, carefully taking your glasses from your face and putting your worn copy of your script aside. He reached for a cashmere throw and was about to cover you with it when you woke due to a sharp, stabbing pain in your abdomen.
“Oh my God,” your hand flew to your stomach as tears filled your eyes. “Chris,” you whimpered, grabbing his wrist with a tight squeeze. His entire body went numb when he saw how pale your lips were becoming from the pain you were experiencing from your sudden contractions; the pain was like your worst period cramps, but ten times more intense. “What’s happening?”
“Breathe,” he advised, trying to do the same himself as he didn’t want to start freaking out too. “We’re only thirty-two weeks, you can’t be-” He cut himself off when you whimpered again, squeezing your eyes shut as you grimaced. “We gotta go to the hospital, I’m going- I’m going to take you to the hospital.” He peeled your hand off his wrist then rose to his feet, scrambling a little as he was on the verge of a panic attack himself.
“No, wait,” you panted; Chris turned around with narrowed eyes. “It’s- um-” you managed a smile because you didn’t want to worry him. “It’s fine, it’s not pa-” A blinding pain shot through you and you cried, making Chris flinch. “Oh my God!” You felt the tears spill out of your eyes and roll down your cheeks. “No, stop,” you shook your head as you saw your husband reach for his phone. “I’m fine, Chris. I’m fin-” you bit the inside of your cheek to stop from crying out as you experienced another contraction.
“You are not fine,” he ignored you as he dialed for Scott; someone needed to look after Jack while he took you to the hospital and he was the closest being only half an hour away. “We’re going to the hospital, Y/N,” he asserted as he rejoined your side, taking your cold hand in his. “You’re freezing,” he muttered to himself.
You tried to sit up straight when you felt something warm flow out of you, you looked down and saw blood which sent you into a panic. “Chris,” you squeezed his hand and he turned to you. “I’m in trouble,” you told him and he frowned. “I’m bleeding,” you started to cry as you beckoned his gaze to your pants.
“Oh my God,” he breathed. “Let’s go, let’s go now.” He helped you to your feet with his phone held up by his shoulder. “We’re- Scott! Scott, oh my God. We need you to meet us at Boston General, Y/N’s bleeding and we don’t- We need you to come get Jack. Please, hurry!” He hung up then supported you as you made your way to the front door.
“What’s happening, Chris?” You couldn’t stop crying and Chris’ eyes were starting to water too. “What’s going to happen to our- Oh, God!” You cried, hunching over as you stopped walking. “No no no,” you whimpered as you started to sob. “I can’t lose her, Chris!” You screamed when he tried to get you to continue walking.
“Hey hey,” he knelt down in front of you, taking both hands in his. “We’re not going to lose her, okay? Look at me, sweetheart. Everything’s going to be fine, you just have to let me get you to the hospital. Just breathe, baby. I’m not going to let anything happen to either of you.” You turned away from him, choking on your tears. “Believe in me, I’m going to take care of you.”
“What’s going on?” Jack’s voice turned both your heads. He and Dodger were awoken by the commotion; he stood on the staircase rubbing his sleepy eyes, whereas Dodger had gone into alert mode and rushed to your side. “Mama, are you okay?”
“I’m-” You bit the inside of your cheek again, not wanting to scare Jack and Dodger more. You reached down and patted Dodger when he nudged his head into your leg, giving him a weak smile. “I’m fine,” you nodded at Chris who was clearly at wits end with worry.
“Bud, come here.” Chris rose to his feet and beckoned Jack over with his hand; Jack ran over and Chris scooped him into his arms. “We’re going to the hospital, okay? Uncle Scott’s going to pick you up from there while I check Mama in.” Jack nodded as he looked over at you, his small face filled with worry. “She’s going to be fine, I’m just going to need your help to keep her calm in the car. Can you do that for me?”
“Yes, Daddy,” Jack nodded. “I’ll walk,” he said as he got his dad to put him down, “you help Mama.”
Jack grabbed his jacket and put on his shoes himself while Chris helped you with yours, trying not to start crying every time you’d whimper or cry out with pain. He made Jack take your hand while he put on his own shoes and jacket, keeping an eye on you the entire time. He told Dodger to stay as he and Jack helped you out, locking the door behind the three of you. You heard Dodger bark a couple times before he quieted down; your heart ached for the pup. Chris helped you into the back seat then helped Jack with his car seat before he got in and drove out to the hospital.
“Mama, it’s going to be okay.” Jack squeezed your hand as you cried softly, breathing through the pain that you wanted to faint from. “You’re going to be okay.” He shared a glance with his dad through the rear view mirror, managing a smile when he saw his dad manage one.
Scott had reached the hospital before the three of you did, he was standing outside the entrance with a nurse and a wheelchair. They rushed over to help you into the chair, asking you questions that you were too panicked to answer so Chris did for you. Scott scooped Jack up and followed behind Chris who was wheeling you behind the nurse.
They took you up to Obstetrics ward and called your gynecologist from there while the resident doctor examined you. Chris stayed by your side the entire time, whereas Scott and Jack waited in the waiting room. The doctor and nurses hooked you up to several machines, checking your blood pressure, temperature, and pulse- which they also did for the baby, making sure her heart was still beating as you couldn’t feel her moving inside you anymore. After deliberating with your gynecologist on the phone, they decided it was best if she came in to help you deliver the baby immediately via c-section.
“Chris,” you cried softly as they prepped you for surgery; your husband held your hand tightly, a little worried that things would turn out badly in the OR. “If anything happens-” You began because you had the same concerns, but he shook his head, cutting you off.
“Don’t you even dare,” he managed a soft chuckle with very limited humor; it was his only way to stop himself from crying. “Nothing bad is going to happen to you, Y/N. I’m going to be right outside waiting for you to join me in becoming parents to two beautiful children, okay?”
“I’m scared,” you admitted, squeezing his hand tightly. “I don’t want to do this alone.” You shook your head, your lower lip quivered as you tried to stop yourself from crying. “I can’t do this alone, I’m not strong enough.”
“Yes you are,” he brushed your hair back, smiling. “You are the strongest person I have ever met in my entire life, Y/N. Not even Captain America can live up to your level of strength and bravery.” You managed a smile through your fears and tears. “And you are not alone, I am with you always.” He placed his hand on your heart. “Always, Y/N.”
“We’re ready,” the nurse informed you and Chris; you both tensed immediately. “Dr. Vanderbilt is waiting in the OR.” You tightened your grip on Chris’ hand, shaking your head at him because you didn’t want to go in. “You’ll see each other in a few hours.” The nurse shot Chris a look because she was going to need him to let you go seeing as you weren’t going to let him go.
“Sweetheart, you’re going to be fine.” He assured you. “I’ll see you in a few hours, okay?” You shook your head, tightening your grip as he tried to loosen it. “Baby, you’re going to be okay. I promise you, you’re going to be okay. Trust me, trust yourself, and trust our daughter. She wouldn’t do anything to hurt you,” he promised as you felt your grip loosen. “I’ll see you soon, okay?” He gently caressed your face and kissed your lips before taking a step back so they could wheel your gurney into the OR.
He held up his hand, giving you a small wave until you disappeared behind the doors. He let out the breath he’d been holding in and leaned against the wall, feeling tears well his eyes. With his arms crossed over his chest and his head buried in his hand, he waited to see you again.
Reader is best friends with Grayson and Ethan, and gets one fleeting day to meet them for the first time, during which time Grayson struggles with the fact that he is helplessly in love with her.
photo creds: sensualkisses.tumblr.com
Funnily enough, you had met Grayson online. You’d messaged him expecting no response, but for some reason, he did reply. And then he replied again, and again, and now you were best friends, who until today, had never met. He was on tour at the moment, and as much as you’d told him you were so excited for him, a part of you did feel heartbroken knowing that there was no way the twins would ever stop where you lived, nobody ever did. But after the international dates were released, your city had been sneakily added after the release of the list, and it would be the last stop.
You were first meeting them at their meet and greet, which meant that all your past months worth of wishful longing were coming true, and you were going to have to mask your bubbling joy and act semi-normal. The girl in front of you finished her turn, and Ethan and Grayson waved her off politely before spinning in sync to meet the next person, you. They had to play it off like you were any other fan, but it didn’t take a genius to see their dumb grins grow twice the size when they saw you. You zoomed forward, both twins opening their arms for you at the same time, the conflict startling you momentarily, but you went for Gray first. Grayson slinked his arms tightly around your waist, pushing you firmly into his rippled chest, your face buried into the crook of his bronzed neck. He smelt of fresh laundry and overpowering cologne, his breath tingling of mint.
“I wanted to say thank you in person,” you whispered faintly into his ear.
“What do you mean?” Grayson said through a clenched smile, swaying the hug left to right.
“I know you added this tour stop for me,” you smiled into his skin.
Sure, fans in your city had been thrilled to hear they were coming, but the fanbase itself certainly wasn’t booming almost nearly as much as at their other stops, it just seemed a little odd.
Grayson’s cheeks flushed faintly as he squeezed your waist, “I wanted to see you, so why not add another stop?”
You giggled and released him, “We-”
“Are you gonna talk to Grayson all day, should I just give up now?” Ethan said, his arms still weakly outstretched, his lips pouting.
You snorted and leaped into his arms, your legs coming snugly around his waist.
“Sorry E,” you smiled.
Ethan’s pout faltered a little, “I’ll forgive you if you gimme a ki-”
You shut him up and dropped a kiss on his cheek, your eyes fluttering closed as you felt him smile under your lips.
“Forgiven,” Ethan did his ‘I’m hilarious’ grin, and plopped you back down, his eyes lifting and his smile wavering for a second.
You raised an eyebrow in confusion and turned to G, swearing for a second that you glimpsed…jealousy? Oh well, you shook it off quickly.
You took your picture and and got a hug goodbye, parting with an almost inaudible whisper, “See you soon.”
By the time the show was all packed up, you were passed out at home on your sofa from exhaustion. You heard a knock at your door, and blindly stumbled over to let two extremely hyped boys into your place.
“Let’s get a pizzaaaa!” Grayson bounced up on the couch, his earring jumping up and down.
“TWO PIZZAS,” Ethan yelled.
You rubbed your eyes and slapped yourself awake, “O-o-” you yawned wide, “Okay.”
“Are you tired? We can go if you want,” Grayson said, catching on to your sleepiness.
“NO!” you jumped, his words waking you right up, “This is the one time I get to see you two idiots!”
“Why thank you,” Ethan smiled.
You giggled and clawed at your face, “You’re gonna have to hook me up with some of your sugar high.”
“Buy an extra large coke with that pizza then,” Grayson winked.
“Those pizzas,” Ethan corrected.
The rest of the night was a blur of stories, coca cola burps, and excessive singing to overplayed songs. Three hours after arriving, one sad piece of cheese pizza remained.
“Who wants?” you groaned out, your belly full of bubbles and pizza dough.
“Share with me,” Grayson smiled wide.
“Gray, I’m gonna explode.”
“Oh come on,” Ethan mumbled sleepily, “couples do it all the time.”
“Couples?” You laughed out loud.
Grayson laughed awkwardly, shoving his fist into Ethan’s belly, “You’re so funny,” he growled.
You plopped down beside Grayson, stretching your legs out onto the couch and resting your head into his ‘Post Show Comfy Sweatpants.’
Grayson looked down at you, his startled expression molding into a satisfied little smile, his brown eyes crinkling.
Grayson lowered the piece of the pizza down into your open mouth, and you quickly swallowed a piece of it, clutching at your stomach in protest.
“Sooo cute,” Ethan mocked before promptly passing out.
“He’s right, you are cute,” you giggled up at Grayson.
“Not as cute as you,” Grayson mumbled affectionately, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear and drawing a pattern across you skin with his thumb.
Well, that was new.
You blinked up at Grayson, struggling to keep your eyes open.
“Gray?” you said.
“I’m so beyond happy to have seen you today. I’m so beyond happy that you exist. I love you so much,” you breathed, your eyelids drooping.
Grayson closed his eyes, his teeth grinding together lightly, his hand coming down to rest on your cheek.
“Y/N?” he struggled.
“Yeah?” you managed.
“I love you.”
He said it weakly, barely forcing the words out his lips, and you held onto those three sweet words as you sunk down into your slumber, not realizing the intention behind them.
The next morning
You knew you were too late as soon as you awoke.
The boys were leaving first thing in the morning, and you had slept right through their departure. The only trace of them ever having come was a note.
“You drool when you sleep. Also I’ll miss you, I guess”
Grayson hadn’t written anything, that kind of hurt.
You grabbed your phone, quickly dialing Grayson, who didn’t pick up, so you tried Ethan instead.
“Hey, sleeping beauty,” he said.
You laughed sadly, annoyed at yourself for wanting to cry.
“Hi Ethan, where are you?” you laughed softly.
“In a cab,” he said, “We didn’t want to wake you up,”
“I miss you already,” you smiled sadly, wiping away a small teardrop.
“We miss you too.”
“I don’t think Grayson does,” you mumbled bitterly.
Ethan coughed uncomfortably, taking a second to respond. “I think he misses you a lot, actually.”
You heard Grayson snap something, to which Ethan hissed, “Well maybe if you weren’t such a cowar-”
“Shut the fuck up.”
“Only if you cut the bullshit and tell her-”
“I don’t have to do sh-”
The line went dead.
Your mouth hung open and you dropped the phone down carelessly, sinking down onto the floor and starting to cry. Crystal droplets trickled down your cheeks as you sobbed into your knees without caring even a little bit. You couldn’t comprehend why Grayson had just turned against you with no cause.
You don’t know how long you stayed like that, but you ended up sinking into a restless silence, which was abrupted who knows when, by a quick knock at the door. You brought yourself up, confused as you dawdled over to the door. You pulled it open, your eyed red and cheeks stained.
“Y/N,” Grayson started.
You stared at him, unable to piece together a response, so you started to close the door on him.
“Please, Y/N,” he begged his large hand forcing the door open.
“I don’t feel like hearing your shitty excuse as to why you pretended to be my friend.”
Grayson swallowed, your words sinking in, and he looked beyond hurt.
He pushed the door open, and before you could say anything, he grabbed your waist roughly and pulled you straight into his warm chest. You wanted to protest, but god, it felt good in his arms.
“Why didn’t you say goodbye?” you wept into the soft fabric of his tee.
“Because saying goodbye hurts,” he whispered, his eyes moist as he nuzzled into your hair. “It hurts so much,” his voice broke, “and it was easier to let go this way.”
“Tell me why,” you begged, ungluing yourself from his body and blinking up at him through your bleary vision.
Grayson shook his head and laughed pathetically, swiping up your tears with his thumb, “Don’t you get it? I already told you why.”
You shook your head in confusion.
“I love you, Y/N, I told myself it was nothing, that I didn’t come here just for you, but who am I kidding? I love you so damn much and I was stupid to think for even a second that by seeing you, these feelings would go away. Being with you yesterday just made me it worse, looking into your eyes and knowing that you don’t feel how I feel. You think I won’t miss you?! No..I’m going to miss you so much that I couldn’t even say goodbye. And it’s been destroying me piece by piece, because every fibre of my being just wants to hold you like this forever, and I love you so much, and it hurts, Y/N.”
Your heart froze in your chest, and you momentarily forgot how to breathe.
“I just, needed you to know, I’m sorry,” Grayson sighed, letting you go.
“Gray-” you stuttered.
“I have a plane to catch,” he turned.
“Grayson,” you commanded, but he ignored you.
“GRAYSON,” you snapped, grabbing him by the shoulder and forcing his back into the wall.
He blinked down at you in shock.
“You think you’re the only one who gets to talk, you jackass?” you hissed.
“Well what do you have to say to me!?” Grayson said, his jew clenched in frustration, his eyes dark.
You grabbed Grayson by his jaw and forced his lips down into yours. They were soft and full, sweet like cotton candy, and right now, they were all yours. His scent consumed you, the feeling of his lips molding against yours flaring a fiery spark in your chest. Grayson’s chest heaved heavily against yours in the heat, his hands dropping to your hips and his lips responding quickly. His nails dug into your tender skin, flipping you around and pressing your back hard into the wall as he towered over you, arching his body into your chest, his lips devouring yours. You moaned softly into his lips, sending little vibrations into Grayson’s, your hands grabbing the back of his hair and tugging him into you as you urged for more. He squeezed at your hips, his tongue entering your mouth, and you followed his lead, letting yourself explore him. Your head spun, knees weak from the taste of him that you knew you would never get enough of, and it consumed you like a drug.
Grayson detached his lips from yours, his eyes closed, his heavy breath tickling your skin.
“Y/N…” he mumbled faintly, his hands moving gently to hold your wrists, which fit easily in his grip.
“I always loved you, Grayson Dolan.”
Gray opened his eyes, scanning you over carefully.
“Maybe it took me this many I love you’s to finally get it right, and maybe ‘I love you,’ means something different to me now than before, but Grayson, I-”
Grayson silenced you with his lips, pressing them to yours for a fleeting second.
“This is all I ever wanted,” he breathed, placing his nose to yours.
“You’re all I ever wanted,” you smiled softly.
Suddenly, Grayson released you, his expression saddening.
“What’s wrong?” you asked.
“In a way, this is worse.”
“Hm?” you questioned.
“In a way, saying goodbye… is even worse now,” he sighed.
You stared blankly at him, the silence ringing in your ears, your answer falling easily off your lips.
“Kooooooookie” you groan in annoyance. You glare at your best friends sleeping figure on the bed shaking him slightly. “Hey you. Wake up” you budge him with your foot gently. “Shhhh y/n” He grumbles sleepily. You lean forward and whispers “breakfast time” into his ear causing him to shoot up. “What? WHAT IS IT!?” He shouts looking around the room. You slap your forehead and roll your eyes. What the heck man you think to yourself. He sees nothing of importance and wraps his arms around your waist pulling you down next to him. “DO I have to get up? Why can’t I lay in bed with you all day” You push away your best friends sleepy advances too embarrassed to allow this to continue. You look around looking for any excuse to get up and start to shuffle your legs around when you feel more of his skin then you would if he was wearing shorts or pants to sleep. “Uhhh. Jungkook you aren’t sleeping in your boxers are tou?!” You begin to raise your voice slightly “mmhmm” you hear him hum. Your heart begins to race when you feel a slight buldge begin to form. “Kookie I get that it’s the morning and your a boy and all but this is a bit much were friends and friends don’t get boners over friends.” You state trying to knock some sense into the sleeping boy gripping onto you tightly. “Jungkook pulls you in tighter slipping one of his legs in between yours unknowingly rubbing against your womenhood.“y/n you smell good” he slurs in a gruff voice. He puts his face in your shoulder and begins to softly plant kisses along the skin there. “Kookie. Stop it. Wake up.” You begin to shuffle around nerves taking over. He nips softly at the skin causing moan to escape your mouth right next to his ear. His eyes shoot open “Y/N???!! What are you doing here!!” You shove your way out of his bed fixing your clothes. He shoves the blanket off his body to expose a buldge coming from his white boxers you find the nearest pair of shorts and throw them at him. “Just get dressed weirdo we had plans to go see a movie today remember?”
You turn around your cheeks flaming. You walk out and slam the door behind you. You walk over to your best friends bathroom and splash your face with cold water to try and extinguish the flames on your cheeks. Jungkook walks in behind you and passes you a towel “are you hot y/n? You’re kinda sweaty.” He chuckles. You pat your face dry and throw the towel at his face. “What?!” He exclaims as you Storm away still embarrassed by the events that just unfolded. “Sorry y/n” he says walking out towards you pulling a white shirt over his head his soft toned muscles flexing, you trail your eyes over his body his lean toned body taking it all in ‘Since when did that boy… stop being a boy’ you think to yourself. You lean towards him crossing your arms “You think I’ll forgive you so easily. You’ll be buying me an ice cream later just for that” you tease him. “Fine fine fine” he chuckles as he pulls a black cardigan over his shirt.
The movie not catching your attention, you begin to doze off slightly causing you to lean into Jungkooks shoulder. He looks over at you surprised and looks down to see your tank top being pulled down showing off the top of your black laced bra. Jungkook swallows a lump that begins to form in this throat and softly shrugs of his cardigan and lays it over the top of you. He takes a deep breath and begins to think ‘how do I casually tell y/n that I can see her bra? How do I tell her her chest is hanging out? How do I tell her she has nice soft skin?’ He sighs and continues to watch the movie.
After the movie you awake to hear Jungkooks voice whispering your name. “Let’s go get that ice cream” You rub your eyes as Jungkooks cardigan slides off your shoulders you notice your bra showing and looks over to see Jungkooks cheeks turning a slight shade of pink “please keep that with you” he coughs out. You tie it around your waist and walk out of the theater. You guys arrive at a small ice cream parlor and both order a cone. You walk outside to sit in the sun while you eat your ice cream in an awkward silence. “So how was the movie? Also your ice cream looks really good” you say to break the silence as you lean forward and take a small lick of his ice cream. His eyes widen and he turns his head “it was boring not worth the money spent” he says looking at a bird walking in front of the table. You cock your head to the side in confusion because you guys always share foods and he never reacts like this. “You fell asleep about halfway through and looked cold so I gave you my shirt.” He says smiling at you trying to act as if he didn’t just blush. You lean back into the warm metal seat and lick at your ice cream until a part of it melts down off the cone and down your hand dripping onto your chest. “AH fuck.” You groan as you lick the ice cream off your arm leaning forward to grab a napkin causing the Ice Cream to melt farther down your tanktop. “Kookie a little help here please man?” you say looking at him. He looks at the small mess and licks his lips “uh yea sure no problem y/n” he gets up and throws away a half finished cone. He grabs a napkin and softly whipes up the mess on your chest. “Umm y/n I think thats enough ice cream for today” he chuckles nervously.
You guys walk back to his house and he opens the door for you letting you in first. As soon as you step through the doorway you feel him rush in quickly behind you. He throws you over his shoulder and walks over to his room. He throws you onto the bed and walks over to his closet throwing you one of his shirts “Put this on please y/n. This is torture just put it on I’m begging you.” He looks at you pleadingly “uhhh ok?” You say making a face you throw his shirt on over your tank top taking in his smell. ‘He smells nice’ you think to yourself. You slip off the tank top and drop it onto his floor. “Happy?” You ask him. He takes a deep breath and walks over to you “noo. I’m not. This is weird. When I saw your bra I just felt all weird. When you had me clean up the ice cream like I usually would i just got really nervous. I can’t stop staring at you today.” He leans forward and pushes you back onto his bed laying on top of you pressing his knee between your legs. “Kookie what the fuck dude-” You begin to shout as he interrupts you by kissing you. He takes a large warm hand and slides it up your borrowed shirt and grabs at the soft tummy skin pulling your lower body closer to his. You begin to protest but quickly decide against it loving the way his lips mold perfectly against yours. You slide his white shirt up off his body leaving him gloriously shirtless.you pull away from the kiss breathless “ok so what does this mean for us now” you say in a shaky breathless voice. He quickly replies with “obviously we see eachother as man and women now instead of friends. If you’d have me I’d like to try being your boyfriend seeing as how we practically already were” he says in between planting kisses down your neck. You lean your head back and bite your lip ,nervous since you know for a fact this is both of your first times doing something like this.
*** pg 13 and R rated stuff so back off if you a kid mk?*****
You wrap your legs around his waist causing his hard member to press against your dampening womenhood. He begins to grind into you between the clothes in between you. His clothed tip gentally pushing itself unknowingly into you cause you to let out a slight hiss. He stops and begins to fumble with his pants as your hurry to take yours off in pursuit. He throws his blanet over you and presses his tented member against you feeling the dampness against him. He lets out a deep moan at this feeling. His head leans back in a delightful manor. He slides one hand down your lacy panties as you slide one into his now painfully member. You smear precum over his head as you begin to pump his hard hot member. He inserts one finger into your core and pumps at a painfully slow pace. He pulls both pars of underwear down to get a better rhythm. You lean over underneath his bed to grab a condom from where his mom gave them to him just for when he finally chooses to be sexually active. You push it against his chest as you plant kisses and bites all down his neck and adams apple. He unwrap the rubber and slides it down his member and looks at you waiting for a positive sign that you are sure about this. You nibble his earlobe and pur softly “do it.” He begins to insert it as tears fill your eyes at this new painful sensation “FINALLY! WE’VE ALL BEEN WAITING FOR THIS” You gasp loudly and quickly pull the cover over your body to see the boys standing in his doorway with big cheeky grins. “GET OUT” Jungkook yells as he throws a pillow at the door making all the boys run out of the way. He gets up and runs to slam the door shut and throws himself on to the bed. “I’m sorry. I got carried away I didnt hear them come in i didnt know they were coming over” You pull him into a sweet kiss and whisper “why let that stop us. Now where were we” You say seductively pulling him back down on you
A/N: God, I can’t even imagine losing Chris as Captain America.
You woke up in darkness, cold and alone in Chris’ bed. You turned to your left, reaching out to find your boyfriend’s warm body in the dark but was met with nothing but a mess of sheets. You felt your eyes narrow as you propped yourself up on your elbows; light peeked through the gap of the ajar door. You pushed the covers off you and shuddered, rubbing your arms to generate some heat before rising to your socked feet. Quietly, you padded out of the bedroom and down the stairs to the dimly lit living room where Chris sat with his newest Marvel contract in hand. You leaned against the arch frame, watching him with a small smile on your face as he contemplated signing on with Marvel for another three movies.
Chris looked up in your direction when he felt a presence watching him, he managed a weary smile as he pulled his glasses from his face and rubbed his eye. “What’s wrong, Captain?” You chuckled softly as you walked over to him.
“You should really stop calling me that,” he chuckled in response, putting the contract aside to pull you into his lap. “I’m not going to be Captain America forever,” he painfully reminded you; you couldn’t picture someone else dawning the character he’d perfected.
“You’ll always be Captain America to me,” you told him, planting a soft kiss on his bearded jawline; it made him smile. You wrapped your arms around his neck as his found their way around your waist. With your legs draped over his and your heads rested against each others’, a tired but satisfied sigh was released. “Are you going to sign it?”
“I don’t know,” he huffed another sigh. “I love playing Captain America and I owe everything to Marvel, but I don’t know if I can commit to another three movies. There’s no set timeline, it could hold me for another- five years for all I know. I just-” another sigh, “I want to do and be more than Captain America.”
“I know,” you nodded; this wasn’t the first time he’d told you that.
“But I also don’t know if I can say goodbye to him,” he confessed. “Captain America- he’s a part of me now. If I say no and he gets killed off- that’s on me, I don’t get to get him back. Someone else will dawn my character, carry my shield and-” he cut himself off and buried his face into the crook of your neck; the vibrations from his groan made you chuckle. “I don’t know what to do.”
“Baby,” you cooed, running your hands through his soft hair. “Stop overthinking it,” you told him when he looked up to meet your gaze, “and listen to your heart.” You pressed your hand against his chest, feeling light thumps against your palm. “That’s what you always tell me to do, so now I’m doing the same. You know what you want to do, Chris. As hard as the decision may be, you already have an answer within you. You’re just not ready to admit it yet.”
“What do you think I should do?”
“As a fan?” You quizzed, chuckling when he chuckled because he knew what your answer was as a fan. “I’d have you be Captain America till the day you die,” you told him and his laughter increased. “But as your girlfriend,” you brushed his lips with your thumb, “I want you to do whatever makes you happy. If that means giving Captain America up, so be it.”
“I love you so much,” he lifted his head to kiss your forehead.
“I love you too, Captain,” you responded; he chuckled at the use of ‘Captain’. “Can we go back to bed now?” You asked, mid yawn. “It’s like three in the morning. You may be on break, but I’ve got work in the morning.”
“I wish you’d quit your job and just let me support you,” he said as you got off his lap. “It’s not like I can’t afford to.” You rolled your eyes as you pulled him to his feet; this was a conversation you’ve had with him numerous times. “And really- how much are you making as a restaurant man-”
“Enough,” you cut him off and he sighed. “I already told you that I’m not going to live off your payroll, Chris.” He looked like he was about to ask why again, so you answered before he could. “I’m not with you for a comfortable life, I’m with you because I love you. So no, I’m not going to quit my job because I’m an independent woman that needs no man.”
“Fine,” he chuckled softly whereas you laughed at your previous sentence. “Just out of curiosity, when will you quit your job and live off my payroll?” He quizzed as you led him back upstairs. “When I marry you?” You bite back your smile at the thought of that. “Because surely, as my wife, you can be less of an independent woman that needs no man.”
“Why don’t you put a ring on my finger and find out?”
“I will,” he smiled at you when you glanced back at him. “Don’t you worry.”
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Sam x reader
Sam plodded slowly out of his bedroom, eyes glued shut, a hand rubbing his tired face. You and Dean turned to look at him, watching his tall figure stumble down the hallway towards you.
“Hey man, how you feelin?” Dean asked, his attention turning back to the laptop resting on the table in front of him. Sam grumbled incoherently in response, and you frowned.
Sam stopped, opening his eyes fully as he reached the edge of the table. His eyes fell onto you, and a dopey smile stretched across his features. You raised an eyebrow. “Sam?”
Dean chuckled under his breath and shook his head. You responded by hitting him across the arm violently.
“Yeah?” Sam mused, sounding worryingly serene.
“Are you.. okay? What do you remember?”
Sam smiled bigger and rubbed his stubble.
“I remember that I love you more than anything in the world.”
“Uh oh.” Dean muttered, pushing back his chair and standing. “Good luck” he whispered, patting your back with a grin as he left the room.
You turned back to Sam, staring at you adoringly. You took a deep breath and fought back a smile.
“Sam. You were cursed by a witch. She made you.. more loving than you normally are. It should wear off in a day or two, so just try not to psych yourself out too much yeah?”
Sam nodded, completely spaced out, staring at your lips. You giggled and stood from your chair. As soon as you did this, Sam moved towards you, head cocked to one side. “You’re so beautiful.”
“baby, get off me, I can’t breathe”
“But I loooovvveee youuu”
“Sam I know you love me, and I love you too, but would you please stop following me everywhere?”
“You’re so amazing, and smart, and kind, and brave….”
“I love you more than life itself.”
It’s not like you hated Sam being affectionate, in fact, you encouraged it under normal circumstances. Some days, Sam would hold your hand just a little bit more, or take the time to tell you why he loves you. But never this much. This was a whole new level of clingy. Who knew how you’d survive two whole days with a koala as a boyfriend.
You rubbed your eyes with the back of your hand, and slowly opened your eyes. You blinked a few times, adjusting to the light, before turning around, expecting the usual shower of love and kisses. When you turned around however, the opposite side of your bed was empty, the sheets pulled down You sat up, heart aflutter, and subconsciously pushed your slept on hair back. “Sam?” you called, hopeful.
Sam appeared in the doorway almost instantly, as if he was waiting. His gaze met yours, and you chuckled at the apologetic look in his hazel eyes. “Oh god, Y/N I’m so sorry.”
A/N: I know I’ve been posting a lot of NCIS/NOLA lately, but I am trying to keep it even. Some of these requests are old and I have to be fair. <3 I hope you all enjoy this! I love you all so much! <3 Feedback is welcomed and appreciated!
This was requested by flufy07:
So I watched Bloodbath and I was wondering if you could write a story where Gibbs finds out that you have a stalker and he gets all protective? Please?
You spent the night sleeping in Abby’s lab. Not only because of the case, but because you were afraid to go back home to your own apartment. You were worried that your stalker would be watching or waiting somewhere in the shadows. Going to Abby was hard enough, but going to your team was impossible, especially because of Gibbs.
Gibbs went to your apartment to bring you some coffee and pick you up, but you weren’t there. Now he was looking through NCIS headquarters, looking for you. You hadn’t answered his calls like you usually did. He wasn’t sure why Abby’s lab was unlocked, especially since she wasn’t in yet. That’s when he spotted you sleeping under her desk.
The Marine knelt down beside you, giving your shoulder a quick shake. “[Y/N] wake up,” Gibbs whispered.
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Holding her stuffed bunny rabbit by the ear, little Eleanor “Ellie” Lail shuffled her way down the hall.
She looked around, making sure that no one was out and watching her.
Eleanor had a plan brewing, one that would help her Aunt Y/N Knowles in the best of ways.
Eleanor had been at school, the whole Kindergarten class outside for fire safety week.
There, she had seen a tall, handsome fireman by the name of Patrick. He had dimples and Eleanor knew for a fact that her Auntie loved dimples.
Shoving her bunny into her overalls, Eleanor looked around one more time.
Reaching up until she was on her tiptoes, she hooked her fingers onto the white latch and dropped down to the flat of her feet, using her weight to pull down hard.
Immediately the bell sounded. Eleanor took off in a run towards her Aunties apartment, her little legs moving quickly and her pigtails bouncing.
I shot up off of the couch, hearing the fire alarm once again and the front door slamming.
“Christ, another one!?” I grumbled, rubbing my eyes.
“Ellie baby?” I hollered, searching the hall for her.
“I’m wight here, Aunt Y/N!”
I looked towards the end of the hall to find Eleanor breathing heavily, Mr. Floppy tucked into her overalls.
“Where were you?” I asked her, picking her up.
“Over at Chawies. We was playin’.” she said, wrapping her arms around my neck.
I carried her out the door and down a flight of stairs to go outside and wait for the fire department to show.
As we waited, I found a place on the brick wall to take a seat. My body ached from working so many hours, but I wouldn’t change it for anything.
Ellie was my responsibility now… My sister had passed away about a year before hand and she had left me as the sole caregiver of Ellie.
I made sure that she never hurt for anything; her happiness and well being was my number one focus.
I had nearly fallen asleep sitting up when Eleanor tugged on my shirt, “What Hun?”
She pointed at a fireman, a smile on her face,”Lookit, Aunt Y/N! That’s the fireman that came to my school!”
I couldn’t get a good look at him and that’s when I realized that I didn’t even have my glasses on.
Gah, I hoped that the building wasn’t on fire.
The visit from the men didn’t last long, but some seemed quite pissed.
“Mistur Patwick! Mistur Patwick!” Eleanor called out, flailing her arms.
The man looked over and smiled as he came closer to where we were sitting.
“Well, well. If it isn’t little Miss Ellie, right?”
Eleanor gasped, her eyes wide, “He remembured my name!”
“Why wouldn’t I?” he chuckled.
“Dis is my Aunt Y/N!”
I squinted at the man; he was still slightly blurry.
He held out his hand, “Nice to meet you, Y/N,”
I shook his hand, blushing when I saw his dimples, “Likewise,”
“Hey Patrick! We gotta go, man!” one of the men by the fire truck yelled.
“It’s safe to go back in, but we’ve been asking that everyone keep an eye out; see who’s pulling the alarms.”
“Sure, thank you for coming out.”
“Not a problem. Ladies,” Patrick nodded his head and walked off, his boots thudding on the cement.
When I turned around to pick Ellie up, I found her with her arms crossed and a pout on her face.
“Ummm, okay… Let’s go inside and get you some dinner made,”
For the rest of the night and well into the week, Ellie was in a sour mood.
It was a Thursday night when I had come home early and had all the household work done, that I had decided to follow Ellie to see what she was up to.
That was when I found out it had been her that had been pulling the alarm.
Just as she reached up, I hollered at her, “Eleanor Rose Lail!”
She screamed when she spun around. Her bottom lip began to quiver and her eyes filled with chunky tears.
“Young lady, just what do you think you’re doing!?” I demanded.
She started to hiccup cry, “I- I- I just wanted you to be happy!”
My brows furrowed. I didn’t even know whether to be mad at her or not.
“Ellie,” I sighed, kneeling down.
“I’m sowwie!” she cried, cuddling Mr. Floppy to her face.
I gently took her hand and led her back to the apartment.
“Awre you mad?” she hiccuped.
“I’m not exactly happy, Ellie, but we’re going down to the fire station and you’re apologizing to those men whose time you wasted.”
She sniffled, taking the sleeve of her shirt and wiping her nose, “Yes Ma’am.”
The wind was sharp and cold as we walked to the fire station. Ellie had been quiet the whole time.
As soon as we neared the station, we saw a few of the men were outside washing one of the trucks.
I cleared my throat to gain their attention, “I’m looking for Patrick?”
“Yo, Patrick! Broad out here to see ya’s!”
I pushed my glasses up my nose, finally able to see the dimples clearly as Patrick smiled.
“Hey Ellie, Y/N.”
Ellie immediately teared up as I nodded, “Can I speak to you, privately?”
The smile slipped from his face, concern taking place, “Yeah, sure. Come on in Sweetheart.”
Patrick led us inside where it was warm. The kitchen and living room were practically one room.
“You alright, Y/N?” he asked, folding his arms over his broad chest.
Eleanor looked up at me. I gently nudged her, “Go on,”
She played with her bunny’s ears, her lip quivering, “It was me Mr. Patwick,”
Patrick knelt down to her level, “What are you talking about Ellie?”
“I pulled da fire alarm,” fat tears rolled down her rosy cheeks.
Patrick sighed, scratching his brow with his thumb, “Ellie, Honey, you can’t be doing that. Why would you do it?”
“Because I wanted Aunt Y/N to be happy…”
He looked up at me slightly confused, “I’m not following,”
“You can make Aunt Y/N happy. She takes vewy good care of me! She needs someone take of her too and she’s vewy bootiful!”
“Okay, okay… One thing at a time, Ellie. I’m gonna have some of the guys show you around and teach you a few things okay?”
Ellie nodded and wiped her nose, “You’re not mad?”
Patrick smiled and tucked away a loose curl, “No Honey, but you can’t pull the fire alarm anymore.”
Patrick called one of his coworkers over and had him show Ellie the ropes.
I stood by the couch, staring at my sneakers. When Patrick came back over, he touched my arm.
“I’ll pay what ever fines, just send me a bill.”
“Don’t worry about that. Come sit down.” Taking me by the elbow, he led me to the couch where we sat at the same time.
“It seems we have a little Cupid in our midst,” he chuckled.
I blushed, playing with my fingers, “Yeah… I’m really sorry about the trouble that Ellie has caused,”
“She’s just a kid and she means well, Y/N,”
“Thank you… for being so understanding,” I said, my voice breaking at the end.
Patrick’s brows furrowed as he leaned closer and placed a hand on my knee, “It’s no problem, Sweetheart, really.”
I cleared my throat, not knowing what possessed me to spill my guts, “My sister passed away in a car wreck about a year ago,”
Patrick’s other hand rubbed my back, “Ellie’s mom?”
“Shit, I’m sorry, Y/N,”
“Eleanor means well… I guess, maybe I should let go of a few hours at work so that I can be home with her more… I just don’t want to drown in bills,”
We fell in a comfortable silence as Patrick continued to gently rub my back.
“Listen, Ellie did get something right,”
“You are very beautiful,”
I snorted, slapping a hand over my mouth after the noise escaped me.
He did have some amazing dimples when he smiled.
He licked his lips and smiled, “Let me take you out, on a real date.”
“Oh I don’t-”
“C'mon, just one and if you don’t wanna go out again, I’ll take it as it is. Please?”
I stared into his eyes, seeing the genuineness there. Nodding, I decided to live a little, “Okay,”
“Yesss!” Ellie screeched, making us both jump at the high pitched sound.
desc: Reader is dating Grayson, but has the brothers over for a lazy Friday movie night, and as she watches them interact, she wishes she shared the same kind of bond they did.
Photo creds: dolantwins.tumblr.com
You slipped on your grey sweatpants and threw on a black tank top, not having time for much else. Your hair was pulled into a messy topknot, and you were still damp from your shower when you opened the front door.
“Hey,” said Grayson, leaning against the door frame, looking you over with a faint smile.
“Sorry I look like a mess,” you sighed, inviting him in.
“Shh, you look beautiful as always,” he smiled and stepped in.
You opened your mouth but were interrupted by somebody making kissy smoochy sounds.
Ethan poked his head in the doorway, not waiting for an invitation.
“Mwah mwah you’re beautiful, no you, no you-”
Grayson pursed his lips and sighed, but when he turned to scold Ethan, you were laughing and letting him in anyway.
You flicked on a light switch, lighting up the kitchen/living space and heading for the fridge. Grayson hopped onto the shiny marble counter, Ethan taking a black stool beside him.
“Food,” they said together.
“What do you guys want?” you asked, pulling open the fridge doors.
Grayson’s voice came from behind you, “Got any ice cream?”
You closed the fridge doors and turned around, looking at his smirking face.
“Oookay?” you said, turning back around and bending down to open the freezer. You scooped down low, pulling out a chocolate fudge ice-cream tub, and turned around just in time to see Grayson’s eyes lift from your ass.
“Watch it,” you giggled, chucking the tub at him.
He raised his eyebrows in challenge.
You gave each boy a spoon, which they started using as dueling weapons at once.
“Dorks,” you snickered under your breath and headed for the couch.
“OW!” Grayson said, rubbing his forehead, “YOU HIT ME IN THE FACE.”
“Sorry dude,” Ethan grinned, not sounding sorry at all.
You stared at them both with a faint smile before hopping onto the sofa. It took twenty minutes before the boys could settle on a movie to watch, and at one point you almost thought you were babysitting.
The TV cast a faint light across the room, and Grayson plopped beside you, making sure to spend equal time cuddling into you and dropping kisses on your nose, and still managing to eat ice cream.
“That’s what she said!” Ethan yelped at a serious point in the movie.
You rolled your eyes at him, and Grayson gave you an ‘I know right?’ look, but then he turned away from you and raised a thumbs up at Ethan with a smile.
“I can see that,” you grumbled.
All was going well until you began hearing the scrape of spoons on the bottom of the tub.
“That’s my section,” Grayson said, hitting his brother’s spoon away.
“I got there first,” growled Ethan.
“I got less than you since I was giving attention to my girlfriend,” Grayson hissed.
“You have a girlfriend,” retorted Ethan.
That shut Grayson right up.
Once the movie ended, you started to feel drowsy with sleep, but Grayson took his arms out from around you, waking you right up.
“Heyy,” you complained, rubbing your eyes.
“Sorry but if you fall asleep then I’m alone with this dofus,” Grayson said.
“Fight me!” called Ethan from the fridge.
And you turned to watch as they brawled like idiots, throwing fists and swinging eachother at the ground. They called names at eachother jokingly, and eventually Ethan came sliding across the polished wooden floors, stopping right under your nose.
His eyes met yours, “Hey ther-”
Grayson landed a punch in Ethan’s belly, smiling and looking up at you innocently.
“Hey there,” he finished, standing up and pulling up Ethan with him.
“You guys are insane,” you couldn’t help but snicker and cover your face with your palms.
“Sorry,” they said in sync.
You waved it off and turned back around, sinking into the couch pillows.
Ethan vanished to the bathroom, and Grayson swung himself over the couch, pulling you tightly into his lap. He sat much more calmly, running his hands through your tangles gently.
“Sorry if my brother and I get on your nerves,” he said.
“Don’t be sorry, it’s cute,” you smiled into his lap.
“Well you know, I don’t have a twin, or even if I did, it would never be like you guys. Sure, you can act like five year olds, but sometimes I kind of find myself wishing I had what you had,” you explained carefully.
“Oh, I never thought about that,” Grayson pondered.
“And, I know he can get on your nerves, but take it from me, you guys share something really special,” you smiled and raised your head, meeting his brown eyes.
Grayson smiled, his eyes flickering to your lips and back to your eyes. He tilted his head, bringing his soft pink lips momentarily to yours, his hands moving around your waist as he edged you closer to him.
“Get a room!” called Ethan, striding past you two.
Grayson sighed in defeat, but you simply grinned against his lips.
A/N: Thank you to @thisgingerlikescoffee for sending in this photo. Gosh I thought of so many things for this picture and I didn’t want to make this too racy to be reading even though I could’ve gone to smutty goodness. I hope you guys enjoy.
You groaned when you felt your pillow moving. You blinked a few times realizing that you weren’t in your room, but in Sam’s room in the bunker. You shifted a bit looking at the waist up naked form of Sam. Your cheeks flushed a bit in embarrassment remember what had happened the night before with him.
Sam was having a bad night. A girl had turned him down at the local bar and he was still in shock that someone would turn him down. He was also shocked when you had asked him to watch a few movies with you to unwind.
But that wasn’t all that ended up happening. The two of you had decided to take the next level in your friendship with one another. The two of you ended up tangled up in the sheets enjoying the feel of each others bodies and giving into absolute pleasure. Something that neither of you would have done before.