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I Can’t Wait to Hear You Scream PT. 8

Summary: You start to consider your position of being Negan’s wife. Sharing him wasn’t something you were too find of anymore given your feelings for him.

Note: Filler chapter. Filler chapter. Filler chapter.


You followed Negan down the hallway to his room, being sure to check over your shoulder every now and then, just to make sure he wasn’t setting you up. He opened the door to his room and you walked in, looking around.
“Where’s Amber?” An attitude was rising in your voice.

Negan turned around, cutting his eyes at you, “In her room. Where the fuck else would she be?”

“I don’t know. I figured she was still here.” You said, crossing your arms.

“Fuck no. Like I said, darlin’, I don’t want any company. She is exactly where the fuck she is supposed to be, kind of like you, you should have been in your damn room too.” He pointed to you, with the whiskey bottle still in his hand, “What the fuck were you doing with Dwight?”

You smiled smugly. “I was just talking to him. What’s it to you?”

He gritted his teeth. “Because, darlin’, you’re mine and I don’t trust Dwight with my women after last time, maybe you noticed how one side of his face looks like fuckin’ shit. He got a punishment because he fucked Sherry behind my back.”

You scoffed, “Sherry was his real wife.”

“It doesn’t make a fuckin’ fuck to me. This a is a New World Order, sweetheart and there are rules.” He growled.

You bit your lip and shot him a wicked smile. “What’s the matter baby, are you jealous? Are you scared Dwight was thinking about fucking me right there on that table?”

Negan’s face instantly twisted with anger and he threw the whiskey bottle at the wall and it shattered, spraying glass everywhere.
He grabbed you by the neck and pinned your back against a wall.
“Darlin’, what’s it gonna take for you to stop back talking me? Everyday is something. I’ll admit it, it gets my dick fuckin’ hard, but it also gets under my goddamn skin.” He growled before he crashed his lips hard into yours, you gave in and kissed him back, his tongue sliding over your delicate lips and you coukd alreadybfeel yoirseld getting wet.
After a moment of weakness you came to your senses and pushed him off of you. He quickly backed away, holding his hands up, with Lucille still in hand.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” He demanded, furrowing his brows, his eyes were burning into you.

“You really think I’m gonna let you fuck me, right after you fucked Amber?” You snarled, with anger in your face as you stared back into his eyes.

“Yeah, so? She’s fuckin’ clean. The doctor checked her out before we ever even fucked the first time.”

“That’s not the fucking point.”

“Then what the fuck is the fuckin’ point, sweetheart!?” He bellowed, slamming a free hand against the wall.

You shook your head and threw your hands up, “I don’t fucking know.. but I think being a wife was a mistake and I think I would rather work for points like I had originally planned.”

Negan curled his lip and shrugged, “Fine, darlin’. It’s no skin off my fuckin’ teeth. But just know that all your privileges are fuckin’ gone. That means that you will obey me, you will fuckin’ work-” He moved in closer, putting his face inches from yours and proped Lucille on the wall above your head, “..And you will kneel.” He growled.
You hadn’t noticed until now just how much he towered over you. A bit of fear crept into you as he stood there, so angry and in your face. But you didn’t show it, you were much like Negan in a way, you were both extremely proud creatures. Although, you were in denial that you were like him.
You said nothing back and all you did was nod.
“It’s a fuckin’ shame, babydoll. You are the hottest fuckin’ wife out of them all.” He shook his head, leaning back up.
You turned quickly and headed to the door, you opened it, but turned back to look at him.
“It’s not that I didn’t wanna be a wife, but I can’t deal with Amber. You should know she threatened me.”

He rolled his eyes, “I’m not into fuckin’ monogamy, sweetheart. And you two better cut your back and forth shit out, she’s not gonna do shit anyway. Bitch couldn’t fight her way out of a wet paper sack. What are you gonna do, baby doll, fuckin’ kill her?”

“Let her try to hurt me and you’ll find out.” You growled back and left the room.

The next morning there was a loud knock on your door. It seemed like someone was always banging on your door lately.
“Come in.” You said in a dull tone.

The door opened and Simon was standing there, “You ready to go? You got work to do today.”

“Yeah, what am I doing?” You sighed, sliding on your boots.

“You’re back on laundry duty for the wives, same as last time.” He said, tapping his foot on the ground impatiently.

“Where’s Negan?” You asked.

“He’s gone. Besides, you aren’t a wife anymore, so unless he asks for you, you can’t just bother him anytime you want. You work for points now, so get your shit together and get downstairs and do your job.” He said flatly. He turned and left without another word.

You rolled your eyes, standing up and kicked the cot, making it rise off the floor. You were angry, he was putting you back on this just to fuck with you, knowing that you and Amber despised eachother. It was almost as if he wanted to see a fight between you two. You took a deep breathe and walked out of the room, you went downstairs and outside back to where the washtub was.
The wives were all standing around it with their clothes in hand, waiting.
Amber had a shit eating grin on her face, the bandage still attached to her nose.
You walked up to them and Amber quickly thrust the basket into your chest making you wobble at the force she used.

“Here are my clothes. Do a better fucking job this time, or I’m gonna tell Daddy.”

You rolled your eyes, snatching the basket, trying to get your anger under control.
“Yeah, and what’s he gonna do?” You gritted your teeth.

She gave you a smile, “Well, maybe you’ll get Lucille - like you deserve.”

You dropped the basket, “Look here bitch-” You started, but before you could finish, she pushed you back and you stood there in shock before you pushed her back.
You both stood there, waiting for eachother to make a move.

“Whats going on over here?” You heard a familiar voice, but knew it wasn’t Negan. You turned to see Dwight approaching, “Is there a problem?” He asked, looking at you and Amber in your standoff.

“Not at all.” Amber said flirtatiously, “(Y/N) just isn’t doing her job like she’s supposed to.”

Dwight looked to you and back to Amber, “Well, I’ll handle it from here. If she doesn’t do what she’s supposed to do, I’ll tell Negan.”

Amber smiled big, “Okay, thanks, Dwighty.” She winked before heading of with the rest of the wives.

You balled your fists and cursed under your breathe, picking up the basket and setting it on a table adjacent to the washtub.
Dwight looked over to you and sighed.
“Look, you gotta do your job, or I’ll have to tell Negan. You aren’t a wife anymore, you can’t just walk around doing what you want.”

“God, what did he do, tell everybody I’m not a fucking wife anymore?” You huffed while putting some clothes into the cold water.

“Yeah, Simon and me, that way we could report back to him that you’re actually working. Just do your job and keep your mouth shut if you wanna earn points. I’ll be back later on see if you get any.” He ordered and walked away.

You worked the rest of the time in silence as you washed the clothes, taking your time on each garment.
You knew you were now on thin ice and didn’t wanna offset anything more than it already was.
You didn’t wanna give up being a wife, you had feelings for Negan, but you couldnt deal with the other wives. Hell, you didn’t even have a problem submitting to him, you liked it, actually. But knowing he had other women hurt you in such a way that you’d rather not be involved.

After about 2 hours of handwashing, you were done. You hung the clothes on the line to dry and waited to be inspected.
Dwight finally came up after about 30 minutes.
He looked over all the clothes and counted how many clothing pieces there were.
“You got about 20 things washed here; for the day that earns you about 10 points.”

“Only 10? What about my suffering for washing Amber’s fucking underwear.”

Dwight was writing on a note pad and tore a piece of paper off and handed it to you, “Not my problem. This is your points, take it to supply or save it if you want, this is your pay.”

You looked down at the paper, it had your name, what your job was and how many items of clothing you had washed, along with Negan’s signature and Dwight’s as supervisor.

“Jesus Christ..” You whispered, “How fancy.” You said and rolled your eyes.
You crumpled up the paper and shoved it into your pocket. You didn’t even wanna get anything with it.
The sun was starting to set and the sky was a mix of purple and orange.

You were starting to head inside when you heard the creak of the large steel doors to the sanctuary open.
You looked over to see Neagn and about 20 of his men piling back into the sanctuary. He had Lucille high on his shoulder, covered in blood, smiling proudly. Everyone simultaneously kneeled as he walked past them, but you didnt.
Negan took immediate notice since he had his eyes on you from the time he walked in. He walked over to you, “You fuckin’ forgetting something, darlin’?” He smiled, showing straight white teeth.

“No.” You said, blank faced.

He made an “Mmm” sound with his mouth.
“I thought I told you to fuckin’ kneel?”

His men were all staring at you now, probably wondering if they were about to witness Negan beat one of his former wives to death. Negan took notice at his men - still on their knees - staring at the both of you and you challenging his authority as usual.
He took Lucille from his shoulder and pointed her bloody end at you, “Look at that shit, baby doll. You see that blood and those bits of flesh?”
He smiled as he saw you staring at the blood dripping from the barbed-wire.

“Yeah.” You said shakily.

“Mhm, good. So, you can fuckin’ see atleast. Well, that is what is left of someone else who didn’t wanna kneel.. You see where I’m getting at here, don’t you?” He chuckled.

You decided now wasn’t the time to push things any farther. You reluctantly lowered yourself onto your knees, looking up at him.

“Hell yeah, that’s what I like to fuckin’ see. Some goddamn cooperation. And might I say, darlin’,” he placed a hand on hisnleathee clad chest, “Seeing you down like that is a good fuckin’ look. Too bad you’re not a wife, I have a good use for that position.” He said with a wink, he walked away from and turned back.
“Goddamn, that ass still looks sweet as fuck.” He whistled and continued on.

And even though you seemed to be in an intense game of cat and mouse at the moment, it still turned you on to hear him talk to you in that way, his charisma and charm was too much to withstand.

Yay! More feels! I’m obsessed with this song at the minute and I was writing this at the same time so they sort of merged… Yeah, play it at the same time and it’ll really break your heart. Because of the video, the reader’s character essentially became Luna Lovegood - bit strange, but wonderfully eccentric. Overall a really, really fun character to write. This request was made by @wxndamaxiimoffs and I’m sorry that it is so long. Ah well; enjoy, my darlings!

Prompt: Please write one where you become good friends with Loki and Thor when they’re young, and you comfort Loki when he finds out he’s a frost giant because he thinks that you won’t like him anymore because he’s different. Thank you!

“Half the World Away”

Asgard. The city of lights. The realm of the Gods. Its people were as brilliant and luminescent as the stories they inspired.

You lived in the heart of it and always had. Your mother was a maid in the royal palace and you had been given free roam of it as a result, befriending Odin’s two sons along the way. A life without a formal education combined with access to the largest library in the realm left your mind open and free. You were on a whole other level and the youngest prince in particular found himself fascinated by your unconventional nature…

You wandered the halls with your head in the clouds, thoughts soaring the skies and focus nowhere to be seen. As you floated down the corridor, you let your hands dance through the air, fingers playing a strange melody on an invisible piano.

Your watched your hands swirl through the air with delicate interest and made each movement precise and gentle. You let yourself get lost in the silent dance, twirling and spinning and gliding along; completely away with your thoughts.

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Supernatural: Castiel x Reader

Sorry I haven’t posted! I was really busy.. This is a semi-long one for you guys! If you like long reads, I really hope you enjoy this.

- The boys put you in time out for following a dangerous case on your own. Left alone in the bunker, (with no pads left) Mother Nature decides to visit. -


You try to open the bunker door, but it’s locked from the outside. “Are you kidding me? They were serious about the time out?” You grip your stomach and run to your room.

“Ugh! Of course this had to happen now!” You turn the room upside down, in search of something to keep your pain at bay. Nothing. You can’t find a single damn thing. And you already used your last pad a few hours ago.

“Looks like I’ll just have to call someone…” You decide to call Sam first. You type his number in. It’s ringing… Still ringing… You hear a pause. “Sam I-”

“We’re sorry, but the number you have reached is not in service at this time. Please check the number or try your call again later. Thank you. Good bye.” Fuck.

“Okay… Let me try Dean…” You dial his number and wait for him to answer. “Pick up, pick up, pick up…” You hear the pause, “Dean? Please tell m-”

“We’re sorry, but the number you have reached is not in service at this time. Please check the number or try your call again later. Thank you. Good bye.” Double fuck. 

“Holy hell. Alrighty! Castiel better pick up…” You hear the pause and wait a few seconds. When you don’t hear anything you decide to hang up, not wanting to hear that stupid message again. Just before you hit the “end call” button you hear him.

“Hello? Y/N?” 

“Cas! Hi! Where the hell are Sam and Dean? I’ve been trying to reach them!”

“They went off to finish the case that you were-”

You cut him off, “Actually you know what, I don’t care. I have you. I need your help.” 

“They said that I’m not allowed to talk to you because you’re in a time out… What is a ‘time out’?”

“It’s exactly what it sounds like Cas. But that doesn’t matter right now, I need you to… Wait, what do you mean you’re not allowed to talk to me?”

“Dean said I can’t talk to you because you’re-”

“In a time out, I got it!” Frustrated you pinch the bridge of your nose. “That’s a bit over the top.” You mumble.


“Nothing.. it’s too late anyway, you’re already talking to me and I need your help.” You hear him sigh. “Cas, please? It’s important…”

“…Fine. What’s wrong?”

“Mother Nature decided to visit, and I don’t have any pads or tampons. I need you to get me some.”

“I… Don’t understand that reference… Mother Nature? What is she doing? I don’t know what-”

“Oh my… Castiel! Please… please pick me up! I promise you, you will not get in trouble.” You tap your foot waiting for an answer.

He takes a moment to think about it, “I’m not sure…”

Though the pain doesn’t amount to the many times you and the boys have been tortured, but on a normal day like today, it does. You can’t hold it in anymore. “Castiel, I am bleeding. I am pissed off. Pick. Me. Up. Now!”

“Okay. Okay. I’ll be there in 10 minutes.”

“I love you so much right now! See you in ten!” You hang up the phone and get ready. 


You hear the door open. Castiel’s voice slightly echoes, “Y/N?”

He leans over the railing and looks down at you. You run up the stairs and hug him, “Thank you so much! Okay let’s go!” You let him go and just as you were about to run out the door, he grabs your arm.

“Wait, wait. What did you say about bleeding?”

“Were you… Are you actually confused about that?” You ask him, he gives you a genuine look. You glance down at your shoes, “It’s my time of the month…”  

“So… your menstrual cycle?” You nod your head. He still looks confused though.

“What’s wrong? Why do you still have that look on your face?” 

“What does your menstrual cycle have to do with Mother Nature?”

You giggle, “Oh my lovely Castiel, never change. It’s just a phrase some girls say. Now, let’s go.” You grab his hand and speed walk out the door.


Once you two arrive to the store, you head straight to the “feminine care” section. As you quickly browse the items, you remember you need pain killers. 

“Oh shit. Cas do you think you can handle picking one or two out? I just need to grab something real fast. Meet me at the register!” He nods his head as you rush to the medicine aisle.

How hard can it be? They’re all the same thing. He’ll be fine. 

You remember that there are actually a few things you had to buy. So you go back and pick up a basket and hastily grab the pain killers, some snacks, drinks, and toilet paper. 

Looking over at the cashier, he has a few customers, but none of them are Castiel. Confused, you head over to the last place you left him. 

“Cas?” You call, on the way to the feminine aisle. You see him squatting down in front of the lowest shelf holding two different brands in both of his hands.

“There’s so many different ones.” He holds up his left hand, “This one is extra absorbent… But this one…” Castiel gently shakes the box in his right hand, and stands up, “This one is very flexible, so you’ll have no discomfort.” He then looks up and scans the whole shelf, “I don’t understand. Why are there so many?”

Setting your heavy basket down next to him, you look at him in disbelief. Castiel, the “all-powerful”, badass angel, spent half an hour debating on which pad or tampon he should get you, so that you’re not uncomfortable. 

Castiel turns to you and holds them out. You stare at him and think, ‘He’s too fucking cute to be doing this. I can’t…’ 

In the spur of the moment you grab his face and kiss him, causing him to drop one box with a loud thump.

You let go and realize what you did. It was his turn to stare at you, “Cas… I’m… So sorry. I didn’t mean too. I get really… I’m on my period so I don-”

He drops the other box and tangles his fingers into your hair, while smashing his lips onto yours. You hesitantly put your arms around his waist as he deepens the kiss. 

When he finally let’s go, you take a breath. His face is flustered. “You don’t have to be.” Slightly disheveled, you look at him confused. “Sorry. About the kiss… You don’t have to be sorry about the kiss.” he said.

You blink a few times trying to comprehend what just happened, “I just… I uh… What?” As he’s about to speak, you remember that you two are still in the store. You clear your throat, “Wait, we’ll talk about this later. Let’s uh.. let’s pay.”

You grab the two boxes on the floor and shove them back onto the shelf. You quickly pick up a few small boxes of tampons for yourself, as Castiel carries the basket to the counter.

You pay for the stuff and walk back to the car. He pops the trunk for you, and then gets into the driver’s seat. It was a quiet ride back to the bunker.

Castiel follows you to the kitchen and watches as you put the food away.

 “Y/N, I’m sorry if I made the situation awkward. I… it just felt right…” 

You stay silent, for just a moment, before saying, “It won’t be awkward as long as that wasn’t the last time.”

He gives you a small smile, “I’m going to assume that means you liked it.”

“Give me another one and we’ll find out.” 

He gently holds the back of your head in one hand and places his other on your lower back. He kisses you softly and sweetly with his chapped lips. When he moves his head back, you crinkle your nose, “Actually it wasn’t that great.”

He’s still holding you but looks mortified. You burst out laughing, “Cas, oh my God! I’m kidding! Don’t make that face. I feel so bad!“ You smile as you kiss him until both of your lips swell up.

“Oh come on! She was in a time out!” shouted Dean, staring at you two from the doorway.

You let go of Castiel and roll your eyes, “Oh shut up… But I mean hey, he was using his mouth for something other than talking.”

Dean sighed, “Gross.”