1. The first conversation that Tony and Steve ever have, they admit they like each other. Steve is just recruited and he wants to run for class president. Tony suggests he just take it but Steve says, “I like you Tony, but don’t ever disrespect the election process.” And Tony smiles and replies, “I like you too Cap, but by now you should know that I pretty much disrespect everything.” Then Tony campaigns for Cap anyway ;)
2. During the Civil War event, Tony made a Capsuit to put on a show for Steve. It was a cute ordeal more than anything, and Tony asks for a hug from Steve. Steve says no, and Tony apparently has a simulator where he’s hugging Steve in it. After, there’s a picture during the news announcement of Steve and Tony side hugging, smiling, and Tony is giving Steve bunny ears. (X)
3. Once Tony told Steve that he was his “favorite field commander.” (X)
4. Steve is talking to Natasha about Tony and Natasha tells him, “You two should just get married.” (X)
5. When Ronan came to the Academy for the first GoTG event, Steve said, “I got your back, Tony.”
6. Once Tony told Steve, “What if I told you the internet thought we were the perfect couple?”
7. Tony offers to upgrades Steve’s shield to make it lighter, stronger, and capable of firing energy blasts and Steve replies with, “Thanks, but I think you’re fancy enough for the both of us.” While smiling happily and Tony is shocked.
8. During the Halloween event, Tony had to do a last minute cardboard Iron Man costume because Baron Zemo bought the last Captain America costume. He was going to be Cap! And he’s mentioned dressing up as Cap as a kid more than once. (X)
9. Tony said once, “I mock because I love. Ask Cap, I’ve been mocking him for months.” So….he’s loved him for months.
10. Tony asked Steve for girl advice, and said he was absurdly handsome. So they go working out together at the gym…clearly showing off for each other, and not a girl. Tony thinks he did a good workout, which Steve took as a joke. So he went to the gym with Tony again…I wonder why… (X)
11.They bicker like a married couple.
12. Tony always goes to Cap at the beginning of an event to plan out how to protect the Academy (because they’re leaders and work best together).
13. When recruiting Mockingbird Tony tells her she can trust Steve. Once she tells Steve that, he looks shocked and SO happy about it. (X)
14. Tony makes a blacksmith Iron Man outfit that is pretty revealing, which leaves Steve speechless. Once Tony says he’s a blacksmith, Steve tells him that was his second guess. Steve, what was your first guess you naughty guy? (X)
15. When you get Pepper she asks Steve, “will you keep an eye on Tony?” To which Steve smiles and replies, “I always do.” (X)
16. Tony Stark is such a Cap fanboy. He’s dressed up as Cap, he had Cap action figures, and he even had Jarvis make him Capcakes for breakfast as a kid. (X) (X)
17. When Ultron attacked, who has the mind of Tony, the first thing he did was make a Captain America robot and he calls the Capbot his greatest creation. (X)
18. When Tony finds out about RoboCap he’s shocked and disappointed he didn’t think to make a RoboCap first. (X)
19. When Ultron attacks Tony thinks Steve is going to blame him, but Steve doesn’t. He just encourages Tony and says they’ll defeat him together. (X)
20. During the Ultron event Tony mocks Steve by trying to do an impression of him and he says, “I told you not to build those robots, Tony. We should have been teaching bald eagles how to do the Charleston while balancing apple pies on our bulging biceps.” So Tony was checking Steve and his biceps out. Steve takes it as a joke and says just reassures Tony that they can fix the problem. (X)
21. Tony makes Cap an energy shield but when Steve uses it, it turns into a giant energy ball where Steve runs around in it. Steve knows Tony so well that he tells Tony to get his joke over with. Tony calls him Hamster America, and Steve would be more mad but he said it was a good workout. (X) (X) (X)
22. When Tony encounters RoboCap he says “sometimes I want to punch you in your perfect robot teeth.” He says he’s thought about saying that to Steve sometimes, but RoboCap says it’s too far. Tony then agrees and talks about how Cap is his friend and how polite he is. (X)
23. Tony’s wanted to make upgrades to Steve’s shield for better protection, but eventually he makes him an energy shield instead when Steve is in his Commander America uniform. (X)
24. During the Ultron event while Tony is working on Steve’s energy shield Steve tells Tony that he’s been having a recurring dream about a red dinosaur. Tony smiles and says he wishes Steve was that weird more often. (X)
25. Tony asks Steve, “How do you like my mancave?” (X)
26. Steve tells Tony that he’s more than just his tech. (X)
27. Tony loves Steve’s biceps. He’s commented on them more than once. Telling Steve about his “bulging biceps” and when Gladiator Cap showed up, Tony said he’s seen Steve checking out his own biceps. Steve says he hasn’t and asked Tony if HE’S been checking out his biceps…Tony then says he’s a scientist (which means yes, he’s been checking Steve out). (X)
28. Tony is talking to Peter Quill and Peter doesn’t understand some of the scientific terms Tony’s using. Steve steps in and DEFINES the word, Tony is shocked, and Steve is so proud and says “futurism!” (X)
29. Tony confides in Steve at the beginning of an event and Steve wants to hear it. Tony refuses to tell him cause he doesn’t want Steve to change his plans and says he can’t make all of Steve’s life choices for him. (Tony definitely wants to be a part of Steve’s life decisions). (X)
30. During the GoTG2 event Steve’s costume is “Ravager Captain America” and he has a great outfit made of leather with leather straps and he has a mohawk. This leaves Tony speechless, and Tony has never been speechless before. (I’m pretty sure Tony loved the leather, and rock ‘n roll look). (X)
Imagine Chris admitting you’re his celebrity crush.
A/N: This is a request from @unstainedlight and it took me forever to get to, I’m so sorry. But here it is, finally! It’s super cute and I’d a lot of fun writing it (as in I giggled a lot) Enjoy! X
You arrived on the ‘The Tonight Show with Jimmy Fallon’ set shortly after your husband, Chris. The two of you came in separate cars because you’d come from your movie set, whereas he came from the hotel you were put up in while working in New York; he wasn’t due to film ‘Avengers: Infinity War’ until May. Both you and Chris had been invited by Jimmy Fallon to do your own respective interviews on your upcoming movies and pending projects, or so the both of you thought. As it turned out, those reasons were just bait given to your publicists to get both of you on his set at the same time without raising suspicion; the man had something cheeky planned.
Jimmy had interviewed Chris numerous times now- one could say that they were friends, so Jimmy knew about Chris’ crush on you. He’d said numerous times now, in most of his interviews, that you were a beautiful actress he admired, with values, morals, and ethics that made him think very highly of you; or in short, that you were his celebrity crush. The thing that Jimmy didn’t know, however, was that they two of you were actually married. You’d met Chris in 2014 while having lunch with your friends, Emily Blunt and John Krasinski. Chris was a good friend of John’s who thought the two of you would hit it off, and you did almost immediately.
After that day, the two of you starting secretly dating under the media’s radar because neither of you wanted the stress that came with having your relationship in the limelight. Both of you had been in the industry for a while now, so you knew what it was like when you started dating someone. The constant scrutiny, the tabloids and the rumors, the analyzing of everything you do and say, the haters and cynics calling the relationship a publicity stunt and waiting for it to blow up- you didn’t want to deal with that. Those were the things that usually ended a Hollywood relationship which was the last thing you and Chris wanted, so things between the two of you were kept under a tight lid.
Your friends and family knew about the relationship, but everyone did as you both asked and kept what they knew to themselves. During your time as boyfriend and girlfriend, you attended all red carpet events alone and took no photos together so you wouldn’t risk revealing your relationship to the world. It was unpractical, difficult, and occasionally lonely, but it worked out. Of course you weren’t going to keep it a secret forever, at some point you were going to want to reveal to the world that you were with the best person you’d ever met; vice versa. You’d both agreed to keep things hush until things were more solidified, and now that the two of you were happily married- the relationship was to be revealed at your movie premiere which was in a week’s time. But perhaps Jimmy’s cheeky little plan to embarrass Chris would move that announcement up.
“Hey stranger,” you called as you caught Chris in your dressing room mirror; he was up first and was walking towards the stage. He poked his head in and shot you a smile which you reciprocated. “Good luck out there, Captain America,” you gave him a two finger salute which made him laugh as he disappeared around the corner with the stage manager.
“Oh my God,” your makeup artist, Arizona, let out the breath she was holding in. “He is so freaking handsome,” she said then chuckled when you laughed. “I’m so glad I’m not the one doing his makeup, I wouldn’t be able to focus.” You said nothing in response as you closed your eyes to let her finish doing your eyeshadow. “Are the two of you friends?”
“I guess,” you shrugged nonchalantly.
“You know you’re his celebrity crush, right?” She was grinning excitedly when you opened your eyes. “As a fan of both you and Chris Evans, I can say that the two of you would make such a great couple.” You had to bite the inside of your cheek to stop from laughing. “You two should really make a movie together, ‘cause that’d be amazing.”
“Yeah,” you nodded in agreement.
“Okay,” she sprayed your face with setting spray then tucked a stray hair in its place. “All done, Y/N. You look amazing as always,” she complimented with a sweet smile. “And as always, it’s been an honor to do your hair and makeup. If you ever need a permanent stylist, I’m your girl.”
“Thanks Arizona,” you smiled then saw the stage director enter the room through the mirror. “And that’s my cue,” you told her and rose to your feet. You followed the stage director towards the stage and watched the TV, waiting for Jimmy to introduce you and bring you out.
“So Chris, I’m not sure if you’ve seen the interview your buddy Sebastian did with James Cordon a while back.” Chris’ eyes narrowed slightly as he pondered; he watched most of the interviews his friends and cast mates did. “The one with his celebrity crush, Sharon Stone.” Jimmy reminded him; Chris laughed and nodded. “Well, taking a page out of Cordon’s book- I thought I’d bring your celebrity crush here tonight so you can have the same opportunity to try and win her over with your charm and good looks.”
“Oh God,” Chris laughed. “This is not going to end well, I can tell already.”
“Let’s give Y/N Y/L/N a hand,” Jimmy called and you walked out right on cue. Chris caught your eye and you both tried hard not to crack even though the smiles you had on your faces were enough to give your big secret away. “C'mon Chris,” Jimmy teased as he rose to his feet, joining the audience in giving you a standing ovation. “Get on your feet, give a good impression.”
“Right, sorry.” Chris jumped onto his feet and clapped for you until you got to his side. “Hi Y/N, it’s a pleasure to finally meet you.” He shook your hand then leaned forward to give your cheek a quick peck. “We’re going to blow this, aren’t we?” He whispered into your ear before pulling away; you subtly nodded in response.
“Hi everyone,” you waved at the audience and they cheered for you. “Oh wow,” you began addressing Jimmy as the three of you took your seats. “It is so good to be back here. How are you, Jimmy?” You asked and he laughed.
“I’m meant to be the interviewer here, Y/N,” he joked and you chuckled. “I’m great, and you look great too. The New York air must agree with you. You’ve been out here for a while now, right?” You nodded. “You’re filming your latest movie which takes place in Manhattan, are you having fun?”
“Crazy fun,” you nodded. “I love New York, it’s where I started my career and where some of my best friends live so- yeah, I’m having a lot of fun. New York’s basically like a third home to me,” you told him; beside you, Chris smiled because he knew you refer to LA- your hometown- as home and Boston- his hometown- as your second home.
“Third home?” Jimmy quizzed. “Isn’t the saying second home?” You nodded, chuckling softly. “Okay then, so if New York is your third home then- where’s your second home? I know LA is your hometown, so that’s number one. What’s number two?”
“Boston,” you answered, trying not to smile too widely as you glanced at Chris; he couldn’t hide his grin. “It’s um- it’s a place close to my heart, a lot of my friends are from Boston- like John Krasinski, and it’s also where I fell in-love actually, with a Bostonian.”
“You’re in-love?” Jimmy looked over at Chris and pressed his lips together. “Aw, that’s a bummer.” Both you and Chris laughed at that. “Here I was thinking I was going to set the two of you up 'cause you know, Chris- Captain America, is not shy about admitting who his celebrity crush is.” You chuckled softly as you nodded. “He’s from Boston too, so if you think he’s better than your current love- it wouldn’t be hard to jump ship. Right, Chris?”
“Well,” Chris winced, trying hard not to crack. “If she’s already in-love with someone else, y'know- I’m not going to interfere with that.” You bit the inside of your cheek, stifling your laughs. “If she were single, of course I’d go for it, but she’s in a relationship, man. I can’t do that to a brother,” he tried not to laugh as he said that.
“Think about this, Y/N,” Jimmy tried to sell your husband to you. “Chris is a fan of yours, he is practically in-love with you already.” You looked over at Chris and he nodded in agreement with Jimmy’s statement, holding a serious face that made you want to laugh. “And c'mon, how great can your current guy be compared to Captain America? I mean- the choice is simple, right? Right, guys?” He asked the audience and they cheered. “The two of you would be the new Brad and Angelina, minus the divorce 'cause you’re Chris’ celebrity crush and I doubt he’d do anything to risk losing you.”
“Oh, definitely not,” Chris agreed and you turned away, laughing. “I’d treasure you for the rest of my life, Y/N.” He took your left hand in his, lifting it into vision but hiding your wedding bands. “I’d love you in sickness and in health, for richer or poorer, till death do us part. But I think you already know that from when we exchanged wedding vows,” he said and revealed the wedding bands; everyone gasped, including Jimmy. “Yeah,” Chris began as you both turned to a stunned Jimmy, chuckling. “I didn’t need your help 'cause I already married my celebrity crush.”
“Oh my God,” Jimmy’s jaw dropped. “How- when- are you guys even- Wait, what?” He laughed, bouncing excitedly in his chair. “When did this even happen? I didn’t even know that you guys knew each other, let alone dated! And you’re married? What the fu-” he cut himself off, his smile wide. “That is amazing, wow! Congratulations, you two! Wow!” The audience cheered and clapped when Jimmy did. “This is exclusive right? No one knew before this moment?”
“Our friends and family know,” you told him, chuckling. “But no one else did, so yes. This is an exclusive on your show. I’m married to Chris Evans,” you said and Chris brought your entwined hands to his lips, kissing the back of your hand.
“Yup,” Chris grinned at you then turned to the camera, “I’m married to my celebrity crush.”
“I really don’t wanna go down there.” Olivia said, shaking her head as she held onto the bucket of hot water.
“Then why do you do it?” You said confused as you looked back at her. You could see just how much she hated her job of having to take care of Negan.
“It’s just the job Rick gave to me, and I thought I could handle it.” She said, walking hesitantly to the basement door of the abandoned building you were currently in.
“Don’t. I’ll go.” You said with a shrug, “It can’t be that hard.”
You hadn’t been with the group long, you weren’t around for this whole “war” that they often talked about, which led to the way they were living their lives now. You always heard about the man they called Negan, but had never met him, but from the things that you had heard - all the stories - he was someone that everyone once feared, and for good reason. If half of what you heard was true, then he was terrifying. It made you nervous to even offer to trade jobs with her, but you saw how much she truly despised it, and figured that it would be easier on you than her. Your job was to stay upstairs and keep an eye out for anything suspicious, and having full permission from Rick to take Negan out if he tried to escape.
“No, (Y/N). I really shouldn’t, I don’t know how Rick would feel about it.” She answered. She was saying no, but you could see in her eyes that she wanted to say yes to it. It wouldn’t take much more pushing of the question to get her to agree.
You crossed you arms, “Rick doesn’t have to know, okay? We won’t tell him.”
“Negan would tell him.” She said matter-of-factly.
“Why would he do that?” You were genuinely confused now.
“That statement alone let’s me know that you don’t need to do this, (Y/N). He can’t be trusted, you don’t know him like the rest of us.” She warned.
You were beginning to grow just a little annoyed. You were offering her a chance to get out of it, and she seemed to come up with every excuse to say no.
You sighed and took a step closer to her, “I’ll ask him not to tell Rick, okay? And even if he tells him, so what? We’ll tell Rick you don’t wanna do this anymore. You can sit up here and keep a lookout while I deal with him.”
She pressed her lips together with a worried expression on her face, thinking it over until finally have you a reluctant nod, “Okay, okay.. I’ll let you do it.”
“Alright.” You said, your face was a blank expression, but inside you were nervous and intrigued all at once, you were finally gonna meet the man everyone has been afraid of.
She handed over the bucket of water to you, “You take this, and let him clean up.” She trailed off as she reached into her pocket to pull out a small leather pouch, “You’ll need this too if he wants to shave.. I’m assuming you know how to use one of these?” She said as she pulled a flap back on the pouch to reveal a straight razor.
You nodded, “It can’t be that hard, I just know I’d have to be extra careful.. I’m shaving him?” You said with a confused expression.
“Yes, you do. We never let him do it himself. You should also make sure that he keeps his distance.” She said, giving you a concerned look.
“You’re talking like he’s psychotic, or something, Olivia.” Your forehead creased.
“I don’t say it lightly, (Y/N). Keep your guard up at all times.. Here, you’ll need this, too, obviously.” She said as she reaching into her pocket, pulling out a small shiny object - it was the key to Negan’s cell.
You nodded again and stuffed the leather pouch into your pocket, taking the key from her, “I will.” You turned the knob of the basement door slowly, the creaking of it disturbing the silence, the draft of cold, damp air hitting you. You gave Olivia one more glance before you turned to walk down the rickety wooden steps as she shut the door behind you tightly. You had to admit you were a bundle of nerves going down there, you were shaking and it wasn’t from the cool air of the drafty basement. When you got to the bottom step, you took a moment to collect yourself, taking in a deep breathe. You could see the makeshift cell that has been welded against the wall. You glanced nervously into the darkened cell, just barely being able to make out a silhouette of the man named Negan.
You jumped suddenly when a voice sounded from the other side of the bars.
“Y'know I started to fuckin’ ask when Olivia had such a dramatic goddamn weight loss.” A deep voice said in a cheeky tone.
You approached the bars cautiously, setting down the bucket, “I’m not Olivia.”
“Yeah, I kinda fuckin’ figured that out on my own.” He said matter-of-factly. You could hear scraping on the concrete floor as his silhouette became bigger, he must have been sitting on the floor. You were finally granted your first glimpse of the man as he approached the bars, feeding his arms through them. You weren’t disappointed with the sight, he was tall, and more handsome than you had expected him to be. He was sporting a full beard, but his hair was short and slicked back against his skull, compared to his beard it must have been cut recently. You looked down at your feet for a moment, not being able to keep contact with his dark, intimidating eyes for very long.
“Where the fuck is my dear, Olivia? Not that I’m complaining, this is a nice fuckin’ change of scenery.” He said slowly, you looked back to see his tongue darting from between his lips. You could feel his eyes on your body, and suddenly you lost your voice.
“You’re not gonna fuckin’ ignore me now, are you?” He spoke sternly, regaining your attention.
You shook your head quickly, “No sir- I mean, Negan. She’s- she’s upstairs. I traded with her.”
He raised an eyebrow, “Sir? That’s fuckin’ sweet of you. What’s your name, darlin’?”
Your mouth relaxed into a thin line, “(Y/N)”
He gave you a dangerous, yet charming smirk, “That is a beautiful name.”
You bit your lip, trying not to let a smile break through, “Thank you.” You fiddled with your fingers absentmindedly as the silence filled the air again.
Negan leaned against the bars, “You seem pretty fuckin’ nervous.”
“Well, you are pretty infamous around here.” You admitted.
Negan chuckled, letting his teeth scrape over his bottom lip, “Yeah? According to fuckin’ who - Rick?”
You nodded slowly, “Him and the others. I’ve heard things.”
“You don’t look too fuckin’ familiar to me. I’m guessing you’re new?” He smirked cockily.
You were still nervous, but there was something about him that made you relax just a bit, and you weren’t sure if that was a good thing, or a bad thing that had a chance of getting you into some deep shit.
“I am. I wasn’t around for the war that everyone talks about. I’ve been here for about 3 months, give or take a few weeks.”
His lips parted as he gave you a coy grin, “I’ve been stuck behind these fuckin’ bars for almost a year now. After hearing the stories, you didn’t even fuckin’ bother to pay a visit to the resident jail bird, darlin’?”
You gave him a weak smile and shrugged, “Well I imagine you wouldn’t want people to come down here to gawk at you like a caged animal, and frankly, I was scared.”
“But I am a fuckin’ animal, sweetheart.” He said confidently, his white teeth peekimg through his lips.
He has a dark look in his eyes, that was almost.. Seductive.. The way his eyes trailed over you as he said it made you realize that he was hinting that he was an animal not just for his crimes, but for a more primal reason. A sudden, familiar heat rose up inside of you, a heat you hadn’t felt In a long time, and one that you so often ached to feel again. It was startling, you bit down on your lip hard, almost certain you had broken the skin. Negan making you feel this way - especially so soon - was wrong, it made you uncomfortable and excited all at once. You did your best to keep your composure as you felt the dampness between your legs increasing. You had to avert your eyes away from him again, his stare was so intense. You were sure he’d see right through you, and if he did, he spared you the embarrassment of letting it be known.
“Sweetheart, are you gonna give me my bucket of water any fuckin’ time soon? I’d like to use it before it gets cold.” He said, parting his hands as he leaned his head against a cell bar.
You closed your eyes, exhaling a shaky breath and dipped your hand into your pocket to pull the key out, “Yes, I’m sorry.” You approached his cell door, glancing at him timidly as you reached out to shove the key into the lock, turning it until there was a click. You pulled the door slowly, your hands gripping so tightly around one of the bars that your knuckles were turning white for fear he was going to dart from behind the bars. You held your breathe as he pulled his arms back through the bars and sauntered over to the door. He towered over you, forcing you to look up to meet his gaze and up close it was even more intimidating and.. Sexy. If he took it upon himself to try to escape there’s no way in hell you could have stopped him. He gave you a sly smirk as he bent down to grab the bucket and take it back into his cell, and it took everything in you to keep you from melting then and there. There was something about that man that was absolutely intoxicating. You weren’t the kind of woman to swoon for a man who gave you just the least bit of attention, but even you couldn’t deny the charm that radiated off of him.
You backed away from the cell, leaving the door ajar. You weren’t sure what you were supposed to do next, you felt your cheeks flush red again as you glanced over to see the white t-shirt he was wearing being pulled from his body. He was toned and had a few stray tattoos here and there, most notably being the cross on his left arm. If the top half looked this good, what else did he have hidden away under his clothes? You brushed the thought away, scolding yourself internally for thinking such a thing.
You could feel your palms getting clammy, “I should give you some privacy.”
He snorted and dipped a rag into the bucket, “Don’t fuckin’ get shy on my account, darlin’. Sweet thing usually fuckin’ sits over there and reads until I’m done.” He said gesturing to a chair in the corner of the room.
“Oh.. Right.” You said bashfully as you turned quickly, heading for the chair before he could take anymore clothes off. You sat down, keeping your eyes at your feet, trying to hold back your temptation to sneak a peek at this man. You tapped your foot lightly on the ground, you could hear the unzipping of his pants now and your eyes scanned along the floor momentarily, but they snapped back to your feet once his voice sounded again.
“How do you fuckin’ like it around here?” He said, sloshing water around in the bucket.
You gave a shrug, assuming that he was looking at you, “It’s nice. It’s sort of boring, but with the way stuff is now, I guess I should be thankful for a boring life.”
You heard him chuckle, “You don’t strike me as a boring girl, darlin’. You look like your prone to getting into some shit.”
You smirked, he wasn’t entirely wrong about that. A few moments passed, the silence fell over the room again, the only sound to be heard was the sound of water. Your temptation was beginning to override you and your curiosity had taken over you, your eyes trailed along the floor again. Fuck it. You eyes quickly darted forward, making contact with his bare body, and the sight was not disappointing either. Your eyes widened at the sight, your legs clenched involuntarily as felt the dampness between to legs beck not noticeable than before. This man was supposed to be so terrible and evil, but here you were lusting after him after you just met.
“It you want a better fuckin’ look at my dick, just say so, sweetheart.” His deep time called, breaking your concentration on his body.
You had a look of guilt on your face as you met his eyes in embarasment. He stood there, smirking as he dropped the rag back into the bucket.
You closed your eye tightly, shaking your head, “I- I’m sorry.” You opened one eye back up slowly.
He bit his lip, “It doesn’t fuckin’ bother me, darlin’. Don’t get much fuckin’ action from women these days, and try as I fuckin’ might, your other half up there won’t give me the time of fuckin’ day.. Is she a goddamn carpet muncher or something?” He said as he pulled his pants back on.
You chewed your lip “No, I don’t think so..”
He sniffed and gave you a shrug as he walked out of his cell, setting the bucket outside, his shirtless chest still glistening from the water running down it, “Could’ve fooled me. Shit, I’ve been trying to get her for months - and nothing - not even a sad eyecontactless handjob.”
Your lips parted slightly as your hand clamped over your face, trying to stifle back laughter.
He sucked his teeth as he walked forward, “Is it that amusing, babydoll?”
You shook your head, “I’m sorry. After all the things I’ve heard.. I never expected you to be funny.”
He shrugged and gave you a smile, “It wasn’t a joke, but what-the-fuck-ever. Do you have the razor, darlin’. I’d like to get this goddamn bush off my face.” He said run in his hand through his beard.
You gave a nod as you stood up, “I do.” You pulled the chair to the middle of the room to let him sit in it. He watched you intently as you pulled the leather pouch from your pants pocket to take the razor out.
“I’m not gonna lie, I don’t really know what I’m doing with this.” You confessed, your eyebrows knitting together.
He intertwined his hands behind his head as he leaned back in the chair “Just try not to slit my fuckin’ throat, darlin’. You’re gonna need to sharpen it first of all.”
He closed his eyes with a smirk, “See this belt looking shit right here?” He said reaching around the back of the chair to pull on what looked like a strip of leather, “You sharpen it with this.”
“Okay, then I definitely don’t know what I’m doing.” You huffed, running a hand over your face.
“Here, give it to me.” He said reaching out for it.
You backed up quickly, pulling the arm that held it behind you. Giving him a hostile look. Did he think you were that stupid?
He gave you a call smile and blinked, “I’m serious. Look, if I wanted to fuckin’ escape, I wouldn’t need a dull fuckin’ straight razor to do it, babydoll.” He said leaning forward, his tone was serious, not the joking-nonchalant one he had been using the majority of the time.
You knew it was probably a terrible idea, and your mind was screaming at you not to do it, but you couldn’t help but believe him, and his natural charm wasn’t any help in keeping you cautious of him for very long. You let out a breathe and took a slow step towards him, reaching out to give it to him. You felt the chills run down your body when his hand made contact with yours, his fingers lingering over your skin longer than they should have before he pulled back, taking the one object he shouldn’t have been allowed do have in his hand. You had to let your mind adjust to the situation, you could only imagine Olivia’s face if she she saw this shit. You took a step back as you carefully watched the razor in his grasp as he stepped to the back of the chair, pulling the leather strap tightly to run the blade of the razor back and forth across it. This was a dangerous situation, and you knew it, but it seemed to excite you further at the same time. You could see the muscles in his bare arm flexing each time he moved. Your teeth found your bottom lip again, giving it a generous tug as you watched him. It was so easy to go into a trance-like state while you watched him, any movement he made being done with fluidity and ease, only making you all the more intrigued by him. You listened to the scraping of the blade against the leather, it was somewhat soothing as it eased the tense air of the room. You were snapped out of your transfixed state when when the scraping stopped. You swallowed, there was a lump im your throat when he turned back towards you, the sharpened razor still in his hand. You exhaled shakily.. Was this it? Was he gonna slit your throat and escape? So many thoughts were running through you as he stepped towards you, your body tensing, preparing for whatever he was going to do next. But you relaxed just as fast as you had been bracing yourself for something terrible.
He folded the razor back into itself, extending his arm to hand it over to you, “Might wanna be extra fuckin’ careful, sugar. It’s sharp as shit, and I’m not in the mood to get my throat slit today.”
You took it from his hand, giving him an obedient nod, surprised that he even gave it back to you at all, “I handn’t planned on it.” You smirked.
He finally sat back down, giving you some peace of mind when he did so. You walked around the the back of the chair to a small table that sat beside the wall. It was obviously Olivia’s setup for when she had the job of shaving him. You grabbed a can of shaving cream that sat on it and a clean rag before walking back over to him. His hands were back behind his head again, and his legs were kicked out as if he didn’t have a care in the world. You had to admit, you sort of admired that about him. He truly didn’t give a shit.
You held the can out to him, “I’m sure this part you can manage yourself, right?” You said teasingly.
He gave you a challenging expression and reached out to take the can from you, “You’ve sorta got a fuckin’ attitude on you, don’t you?”
“No more than you seem to have.” You brushed some hair behind your ear, giving a small smile as he began to cover his beard with shaving cream, “Females with an attitude intimidate you, or something?”
He ran his hand over his beard, his eyes shifting to you, giving you an almost dangerous look, and you decided at that moment maybe you should choose your words more carefully, he was still some who was unpredictable in his actions. His eyes narrowed as they continued to burn into yours as he handed the can back to you.
“No. I’ve always had a fuckin’ thing for the ones with an attitude.. They were always more fun to break.” He said, clearing his throat.
You turned quickly to bring the can back to the table, happy to get away from his gaze for another moment, mainly because you didn’t want him to see you blushing, yet again. It was beginning to get ridiculous. You took in a breath and walked back in from of him, opening up the razor slowly as you stood beside him, your nervousness growing again once you realized you were going to get extra up close and personal with him. You knew it wasn’t that you were were fearful of him harming you, it was for the fact that it would be would no secret to him now that you were weakened by his charming nature.
You stood there for a moment, overlooking his features before you finally reached out, placing your free hand on his head. He complied easily enough, tilting his head to the side as your brought down the razor, being careful not to cut him as you slid it down his cheek, listening to the scraping of it against his skin. He often shifted his eyes, looking at you out the corner of them. Once the first stroke was done, you were a little more confident in what you were doing.
“Shit, that was easy enough, huh?” He said as you wiped the razor on the rag, before bringing it back up to his skin again.
“Yeah, you’re still alive. I’d say I’m not doing too bad.” You smirked.
“Tell me something about your fuckin’ self, darlin’. You got yourself a man.. Or a fuckin’ woman? Can’t imagine something as pretty as you is single.” He said shifted his eyes over to you once, again giving you another sly grin.
You shook your head slowly, trying to keep your concentration as the razor glided across his skin again, “No. I was with someone, but that was a very long time ago.”
Negan hummed softly, giving you that dangerous look again. It had become apparent now that, that look made you susceptible to becoming very hot and bothered. The thought of throwing your leg over him and taking a seat brushed across your mind, you wondered how he would react. You bit the inside of your cheek roughly for letting these intruding thoughts keep popping into your mind. You finally finished with one side of his face, you looked down at his legs that were splayed out, blocking you.
You looked at him timidly, “Could you uh- your legs.”
“Sure fuckin’ thing, sweetheart.” He said clearing his throat as he sat up straight in the chair.
You moved in front of him, noting mentally that you were in the perfect position to straddle him for real now. You closed your eyes briefly. These thoughts didn’t seem like they were ever gonna stop, and you weren’t sure that you really wanted them to. You leaned forward, your hands sliding into his hair again, the sound of the razor over his skin filling the room. You followed his gaze and he made no effort to hide the fact that his eyes were locked onto your cleavage, his teeth brushing over his bottom lip. As if you weren’t hot enough over him already, the sight of lust in his eyes as he stared at your full breasts through the thin shirt you were wearing surely did it for you. You gave a small, mischievous smirk to yourself and leaned down a little further, making it seem like you wanted to be extra precise in shaving him, but in reality, you were teasing him, but of course he knew it. He raised his eyes up to you, meeting yours again. It was a dark, hungered look in his eyes and you could see his jaw flaring as he clenched his teeth tightly. You had to look away from him again, it was more intense than any stare he had given you yet, and you could feel your core clenching around nothing as your arousal began to meet it’s peak. At this point, you weren’t sure who was driving who crazy. The sexual tension in the room was no secret. It was a heavy, aching feeling.
As you got to the last bit of hair, you tried to shave it quickly. As you stood over him, your breast still in his face, you could feel the warmth of his fingertips as they brushed lightly over your legs. You swallowed hard as they rested lightly on the outside of your jeans. He was testing you to see how far you’d let him go, and at this point you were a practically a puddle beneath him, willing to let him do whatever he wanted, but trying - and failing - to keep that a secret. Once you finally finished, you backed up slowly from him, folding the razor back down and walked over to the table to set it down, grabbing another clean rag to hand to him.
He took it and wipe off the remnants of the shaving cream.
“You’re all done.” You said, exhaling, “Is that all you needed?”
He finished wiping his face and tossed the rag back onto the table before looking at you again, “That’s not all I fuckin’ need, darlin’.”
You were both locked in a staring competition now. Neither of you looked away, and you getting up the courage to not shy away from him this time as the sexual tension in the room seemed to boil over. You inhaled deeply, unwavering as you took one step towards him.
“What is it?” You said. You stood firm, but your voice was shaking.
He reached out again, letting a hand wrap around your thigh this time, running to your back, and down to grab your ass. A silent sign escaping your lips. Every nerve in your body seemed like it was on fire, and once Negan sensed that you were just as starved for some contact as he was. He wasted no time in yanking you down to him. You gasped quickly as the sudden jerk of your body as he brought you down to his lips, kissing you hungrily as his tongue darted between your lips. You held onto the back of the chair, finally getting to fulfill your though of straddling him as you threw one leg over him, settling down into his lap. You could feel how hard he was as his cock pressed against your already soaked slit through your jeans. You let out another sigh as his tongue continued to explore your mouth, both his hands now gripping your ass firmly. Your first instinct was to grind into him, and before you knew it, your hips were rolling against his doing your best to make contact with his member trying to relieve some of the ache you felt deep in your core. He seemed to take note of how desperate you were to feel something. He brushed his hands back over your thighs, unbuttoning your pants quickly. You gritted your teeth when a hand found it’s way inside, teasing your wetness with his fingers, your hips involuntarily bucking into his hand, causing a finger to slide inside of you, making you moan. He brought a free hand up to wrap around your neck. You could see the pure lust on his face as he watched you ride his fingers.
“Shit, I missed that goddamn feeling.” He growled seductively, he buried his face into your chest, biting and pulling at your shirt with his teeth, moving up to your neck to suck at the delicate skin. You knew him leaving marks would be a bad idea, but at the moment you didn’t care and you wanted him to mark you everywhere. Your hands fiddled with the button on his pants, finally getting them open as you reached into his jeans to stroke his hard cock. He grunted eagerly as he let the hand on your neck slide down to your breasts, squeezing them through the fabric of your shirt.
“Get this shit off, baby.” He ordered, tugging at your shirt roughly.
You complied immediately, lifting it over your head to throw it to the floor. He brought his hands around you, unhooking your bra with little effort, letting it fall from your body as he stuck his head into your breasts, grasping at them with his free hand, biting and sucking at your nipples as you continued to ride his fingers. By this point, his fingers were coated in your juices, he thumbed at your clit roughly.
You let your hand work up and down the shaft of his cock, moaning softly each time his fingers sunk deeper inside of you with each strike you made, but you wanted him inside of you, you wanted him to fuck you mercilessly while you writhed beneath him. Your free hand tangled in his hair as his face was still buried firmly in your breasts, your hips rocking vigorously on his fingers. He finally lifted his head back up, kissing you roughly, biting your bottom lip.
“You ever fucked in a jail cell before?” He purred seductively in your ear.
He said it as if it was a question, but you both knew it wasn’t. He was telling you what he was going to do to you, and you were more than willing to let him have his way.
“There’s a first time for everything.” You breathed back as he pulled his fingers from you, leaving you aching even more than you were and whimpering for his touch again as he left you with an empty feeling.
You released his cock, wrapping you arms around his neck as his strong arms held you close to him as he stood up, your legs wrapped around his waist as he carried you back to his cell. It was dimly lit inside of it, you didn’t even notice the cot that sat against the wall until he threw you onto it. You pulled yourself up as he stood in for of you, sliding his pants down to his hips, just enough to release his cock. You licked your lips as you watched him, finally getting a good view of just how big he was. Your hands trailed down to the front of your jeans, teasing your sensitive slit through them.
“Get on your knees.” He growled, walking forward to wrap your hair around his fist, you sighed as you propped yourself onto your knees, preparing yourself for what was next. With his fist in your hair he guided you towards him, your mouth opening for him as his cock slipped inside. You could taste the precome that had beaded on the head of his member, dragging your tongue over the tip, lapping it up immediately. He groaned, tilting his head down as his grip tightened on you, you let your lips wrap tightly around his shaft as your head bobbed up and down on him, taking in as much of his cock as you could until you could feel yourself on the verge of gagging, but you wanted to impress him, so you pushed the thought away as you shoved your own head down on his cock even further. response, he let out a moan, bucking his hips into your mouth, you could feel his cock in the back of your throat now, and you were surprised at the amount of control he had. For someone who hadn’t been with an actual woman in a while, you expected him to fuck your throat until it was raw - something you weren’t completely opposed to.
“Jesus Christ, darlin’.” He groaned, forcing his hips against your mouth, causing you to cough, but you didn’t stop sucking him, you let your tongue work up and down his length each time you bobbed your head up and down, doing your best to drive him crazy. You brought your hand up, swirling your tongue around his head, popping it in and out of your mouth lazily, letting your hand pump him, causing more precome to bead out of him. He let out a throaty grunt and pushed you off of him.
You smiled, biting your lip as he looked down at you, his eyes narrowed in a seductive expression as he leaned down, curling his fingers over the top of your jeans, ripping them off of you. You breathed heavily as he did so, not sure how much longer your could hold out. He pushed you back further on the bed as he grasped your legs, raising them to his shoulders as he nestled himself between your legs, kissing and biting hard at your thighs, making you yelp at the feeling, pain mixed with pleasure. You knew it was going to leave bruising tomorrow. He licked your slit through your panties, he was already getting to taste you as your had completely soaked through them, thanks to how turned on he had gotten you before sex was even thought of between the two of you. You laid your head back on the cot, reveling in the feeling of having someone’s tongue on you in such an intimate way again. You had almost forgotten how it felt, and when Negan did it, it felt even better than you had ever remembered it feeling. He brought his finger up to play with your clit through your panties, making you suck in sharp breathes, you were close to begging him. He pulled them to the side, dragging his finger up and down your folds, letting them slide in and out of you, creating a wet sound. Your back arched, his tongue pressed firmly again your clit as he lapped up your juices, his fingers thrusting in and out of you.
“Oh my God.” You moaned as you felt his tongue slide into you. You pulled his hair roughly, strands of it wrapped around your fingers.
“Is that what you fuckin’ like, baby?” He said, biting your wet lips.
“Yes.” You whimpered, you had bent completely to his will and were a mess beneath him, and craving his cock inside of you.
You pulled up on his hair, silently letting him know to come back up to you, “I want you, Negan.”
He leaned forward, kissing and biting his way back up your body, you gripped the sheets, loving the way your skin felt between his teeth. Your legs wrapped around him tightly once his face met yours, yours lips crashing into each other as he grinded against you. You could feel his throbbing cock teasing your aching pussy as he slipped the head in briefly, pulling back out. You whined in protest, bringing your hands back up to dig your nails into his skin, he let out a growl, wrapping his hands around your neck.
“You want this fuckin’ cock, babydoll?” He purred into your ear, nipping at your neck as he drug his teeth across your skin.
“Yes.. Please!” You answered back, letting your legs tighten around him even more.
He gave you a devilish smile as he pushed himself into you, letting all of his length slide into you at once, you lifted your hips up to his, feeling so much pleasure as he filled you up completely. You laid your head back, breathing deeply as he started with a few slow pumps into you, your walls already clenching themselves around his cock.
“I don’t think I’ve ever had a pussy this goddamn tight, darlin’.” He growled, bucking his hips against you, forcing himself deeper in, causing to to cry out. Your nails sinking further into his skin. He was going to have a few marks of his own after you were finished. He squeezed your neck, creating a delightful sensation as he started to grind himself in and out of you vigorously, the sound of wet skin smacking against each other accompanied with your moans. You bit down on your lip quickly, remembering Olivia upstairs.
“She’s gonna hear us.” You squeaked as he continued ramming himself into you, grunting into your ear.
“You’re just gonna have to be fuckin’ quiet, baby.” He said seductively, putting his other hand over your mouth to keep you quiet.
He slammed his hips into you violently, making you cry out, your voice soften by the cover of his hand as his cock hit the back of your walls. He kept it up for a while, your legs seeming to wrap around him tighter with each thrust, his cock now completely slick with your wetness as he slide in and out with ease. You were glad that his hand was covering your mouth, your moans became louder and more frequent as he had his way with you. You finally released the grip you had on him, a thought coming to your mind.
“Take me from behind. Fuck me hard.” You begged him, turning your body slightly.
He widened his eyes, smiling and he bit your lip, “Turn the fuck over, sweetheart.”
You gave him a nod, turning yourself over on the cot as you bent yourself down as far as you could, sticking your backside into the air for him. You felt a hard slap on your ass, forcing you to jerk away from him, but also wanting him to keep it up. He placed his hands on your ass, pulling you back against him as he slid into you with ease again, he gave your ass another had slap, making you moan again. You clamped a hand over your mouth, realizing the moan was louder than it should have been. He brought his hand down as he thrust into you, holding your own hand against your mouth.
“Easy, babydoll. You don’t wanna get us fuckin’ caught do you?” He smirked, slamming his hips into you again. The pleasure overtaking you, causing you to collapse into the cot as you shook your head.
You finally lifted your head back up, wanting to take some control of your own as you pushed yourself back into him, causing him to slip out of you. You turned around to face him as he stood there, looking at you confused for a moment. You narrowed your eyes at him.
“I wanna ride you.” You said bluntly, clenching your legs together as you were still feeling aftershocks of pleasure.
“Goddamn, you’re full of surprises, aren’t you, darlin’?” He smirked as he sat down, leaning back into the wall, stroking himself as you crawled to him, throwing your legs at his side as you lowered yourself down onto his cock. You gritted your teeth, making sure to keep your voice down as much as you could. You rocked your hips against his, just like you had done on the chair. You could feel his cock throbbing inside of you, only making you more eager to ride him. His hands cupped around your breasts, giving them a generous squeeze as he brought his mouth down to let his tongue swirl around your nipples. You buried your face in his neck to dull your moans. He smelled amazing and you kissed his neck, sucking the skin as he tugged at your nipple with his teeth. You bucked your hips hard against him. He moved his hands down to your hips to guide your rhythm how he wanted, still managing to maintain control even with you on top. You were starting to come to your peak, you could feel the build up of the orgasm and you already knew that it was going to be intense. You continued to thrust your hips against his, his cock slid in and out of you. You slammed yourself down onto it, causing a loud grunt to escape Negan’s lips as he clenched his jaw, giving you a dangerous stare. He continued to slam you down into his hips, only bringing you closer and closer to the edge until you were spilling over it.
“Shit, I gonna come!” You cried as you felt your walls grip around him even tighter than they had before, you could feel how wet you were making his dick as you climaxed. You buried your head further into his neck as you couldn’t help but scream, luckily it was muffled against his skin.
“That’s it, darlin’, fuckin’ come for me.” He groaned as you continued to ride him throughout your orgasm, desperately wanting him to finish with you. His grunts were becoming louder as he went into an animalistic state, forcing you down as hard as he could onto his cock.
“Motherfucker.” He growled, his fingers gripping around your waist tightly. You breathed heavily as you kept up your pace, but knowing you were already spent.
“Negan.” You moaned back in his ear.
He bucked his hips against yours for a few more times and you knew he was close. He kissed you hard on the mouth, his tongue forcing it’s way in.
He gave one last groan before he pulled you up roughly off of him, “Fuck, darlin’.” He threw you down onto the cot, quickly lifted himself above you as he stroked his cock a few times before you felt the warmth of the spurts as he came on your chest and abdomen, stroking himself dry. You let out a breath as a leaned down to you, both arms outstretched to hold his weight above you as he kissed you roughly once more. You both took a minute to catch your breathe and gather your thoughts. That had really just happened, and you were more satisfied than you had been in a long time. Negan lifted himself up off the cot as he pulled his pants back up. You sat up slowly on the edge of the cot, looking around for something to clean yourself up with, and before you could get up, he was handing you a rag and your clothes.
You scoffed as you took them, “Trying to get rid of me that quick?”
He rolled his eyes, “Fuck no, darlin’. I’d let you fuckin’ stay, but our dear Olivia is probably getting fuckin’ suspicious.”
You sighed as you wiped off your body, “Yeah, you’re probably right.” After you were cleaned up, you put your clothes on quickly as you got up to gather your things. Negan leaned against the bars of the cell, a satisfied grin on his face.
“Please fuckin’ tell me I’m gonna see if if you again, darlin’.” He said, sticking his arms through the bars again.
You looks back at him and smiled as you stuffed the razor back into your pocket and picked up the bucket of now cold water, “I have a feeling that I’ll be trading jobs with Olivia. If she’s not gonna reap the benefits of it, then I will.” You bit your lip as you closed the door to the cell, turning the key to lock it and stuffed the key back down into your pocket quickly, “It’s just a damn shame I have to lock you back up.”
“They couldn’t fuckin’ handle it if I was on the loose, baby.” He said, giving you a wicked smirk.
You blushed, looking at the ground momentarily, before you gave him a flirty look, “You really are an animal, Negan.”
“I’m a man of my fuckin’ word.” He shrugged, giving you an ‘I told you so’ look.
You nodded, “Well, as a man of your word, how about don’t mention to Rick I was down here when you see him? He’d probably put me off the job.”
He inhaled and ran his tongue over his lips, “Usually I’d fuckin’ say no. I get real fuckin’ pleasure from making Rick’s life difficult, but for that amazing pussy you just gave me - that I definitely want again - my lips are sealed, darlin’.”
“Good.” You smiled. You started to walk forward, but his outstretched arm caught you quickly. You looked over at him, “What?”
“You forgetting something?” He smiled as he pulled you to him to kiss you hard one last time through the bars. He pulled back to look down at you, “By the way, I’m fuckin’ keeping these.” He said as he reached down into his pocket, pulling his arm back up to show you your balled up panties in his hand.
You giggled, your face turning red, “They’re all yours, Negan. Keep it as a souvenir.”
“I’m thinking you fuckin’ sneak down here tomorrow, babydoll.”
You looked up at him one more time, a mischievous look on your face, “I had planned on it.”
He gave you an approving nod as you both kissed once more. He reluctantly let you go, and watched you walk back up that rickety staircase until you were completely out of his sight.
“We need him, whether you guys like it or not.” You stood in front of the demon, your hands on the blades you kept in your pockets, ready to pull them at any second. The Winchester’s exchanged surprised glances at your behavior. “You kill him, I kill you. Got it?” You looked between the two, waiting for an answer other than their shocked facial expressions.
“What has gotten into you?” Dean growled, taking a step towards you. You pulled out one of the blades and rested it against your thigh, a subtle threat.
“I’m doing my job without letting my emotions get the best of me. You should try it sometime.” You snapped. Dean’s jaw clenched, obviously more than annoyed with you. This was out of character for you. You always showed Sam and Dean the upmost respect, but something about the man behind you caused a shift within. You knew you had to protect him.
“Then you deal with him.” Dean pointed a finger at you, something a father would do to his daughter, and then turned to leave, Sam following behind. Sam looked over his shoulder at you, concern in his eyes. You sighed, giving him the smallest of smiles to reassure him. Once the Winchester’s were gone, you turned to face the cause of the situation.
“That was quite the show, Poppet.” Crowley smirked. “Seeing you get so defensive over little old me gets me bothered in all of the right ways.”
“Shut up.” You snapped, running a hand through your hair and pulling up a chair so that you could sit across from him. “I just need you to tell me about the deals going on in this town. There’s too many and we don’t know how to stop them all.”
“You don’t. They’re deals, (Y/n). Once those morons lock lips with one of my demons, that’s that.” He shook his head at you. “Why don’t we talk about something else, yeah? How about the way you can’t stand to see me tortured and beaten? Or the way you’re constantly trying to justify the evil things I do?”
“Don’t try and turn this into some twisted romance. I’m here to save those peop-”
“Romance? I didn’t say anything about romance, Kitten.” Crowley raised his brows, feigning innocence.
“I don’t care what you said.” You threw your hands to your side, starting to get aggravated.
“How about you tell me why you haven’t pulled a knife on me for pissing you off when you were so quick to threaten Moose and Squirrel. They’re like family to you and you were ready to kill them to protect a demon.” He was getting inside your head. You stood up from your seat, turning away from him. You considered pulling out your other blade, but you just couldn’t bring yourself to do it. Why couldn’t you do it? You shook your head, annoyed with yourself. “You know, I’ve done the same thing.” You turned back to him, confused.
“What are you talking about?” You almost snapped.
“Have you never found it off that none of my demons have ever come after you?” He asked. Honestly, you never really thought about it, but now that he’s mentioned it, you can’t remember a demon ever attacking you specifically. “That’s because when the thought even crosses their mind, I take their head off their shoulders.” Crowley’s eyes were following your every move. “Because I can’t stand the thought of you getting hurt.”
“Why are you telling me this?” You blinked, more confused than ever. “Listen, I just want to know how to stop-”
“No, you listen.” Crowley interrupted. “You’ve been dancing around this for far too long and I know damn well if I’m not the one to say this, you never will. We care for each other, (Y/n). We protect each other, we go out of our way to make sure only good things come to one another. What does that look like to you?”
“Are you trying to say that you’re in love with me, Crowley?” You walked towards him.
“Well, when you say it like that..” Crowley raised his brows and looked to the floor. “Yes, I guess that is what I’m trying to say.”
It was an average Saturday morning. You had been walking back to the Tower after grabbing your usual morning coffee from your favorite shop when you saw it. Displayed in front of everyone that walked by on the street.
Your face was on the cover of US Weekly.
Stopping in your tracks, you grabbed the magazine from the stand and read what it said on the cover.
You couldn’t believe it.
The magazine was claiming that you and your teammate, Bucky Barnes, was married. The picture that they had on the cover was of you and Barnes walking through Central Park. He had his arm around you and the both of you looked pretty happy.
You gave the man who ran the stand a few dollars for the magazine before you kept walking towards the Tower.
The whole situation was kind of comical actually. There wasn’t anything remotely romantic about your relationship with Bucky. The two of you were strictly teammates. Sure you hung out with him more than anyone else on the squad. There might be a midnight weekly stroll that the two of you had religiously. A movie night or two might even be thrown into the mix, but Bucky wasn’t your boyfriend.
No matter how much you wanted him to be.
Being in the same room as him made you go weak in the knees. There was just something about him that drove you wild. He was so damn charming that sometimes you wondered if he could possibly be flirting with you.
You were far too nervous to admit that you had feelings for him. Instead of doing something about the way you felt, you bottled it all up.
When you made it to the Tower, Bucky was sitting in the kitchen with Sam and Steve having breakfast. You placed the magazine in front of them on the table.
“What’s that?” Bucky asked.
“Well, according to US Weekly we’re married.”
Bucky dropped the spoon that he had in one of his hands. “What?”
Sam laughed, grabbing the magazine to get a better look for himself. “Wow, I’m hurt that you guys didn’t invite me to the wedding. Aren’t you, Steve?”
“Definitely. I at least thought that I would be your best man, Buck.” Steve went along with Sam’s teasing to your dismay.
“How was the honeymoon, lovebirds?”
Bucky grabbed the magazine from Sam’s grasp and hit him with it, “That’s enough.”
You rolled your eyes at them, “Very funny. I can’t believe that magazines just publish bullshit like this and can get away with it.”
“I’ve had some terrible things written about me in magazines,” Bucky said as he flipped through the pages, “If the things they said about me was more like this, I wouldn’t mind it. I’m a lucky man. Who wouldn’t want to be married to (Y/n)?”
There he was being all charming again. You looked away from him and grabbed your purse to leave the kitchen.
“(Y/n)!” Bucky called after you once you were halfway to the elevators. You hadn’t realized that you were walking so fast.
You stopped so that he could catch up. Bucky stepped in front of you, blocking your path so that you couldn’t go anywhere. “Did I say something wrong back there?”
“I guess I just don’t– nevermind.”
Bucky reached down, grabbing your hand, “Please finish. I want to know if I upset you.”
“You didn’t upset me, Bucky. I just don’t know if you’re kidding when you say stuff like that. Or when you act really flirty. I guess I’ve gotten a little confused about what we are or what we aren’t.” You felt a weight lifted off your shoulders. You finally told Bucky what had been plaguing you for so long.
Bucky smiled a little, “I guess I haven’t been too subtle about how I feel about you.”
“So, all of the flirting and stuff, it’s real?”
He nodded sheepishly, “I really like you. I didn’t think that I was capable of feeling the way that I do after years of being brainwashed. When I met you, I knew that I could. You make me feel alive again.”
You turned and saw that Sam and Steve had been eavesdropping for the entire conversation.
“Get the hell out of here!” Bucky told them.
They ran off and you looked back at Bucky. He was waiting patiently for you to say something.
“You want to go for a walk in the park?”
“You aren’t worried about getting photographed there like before?”
You squeezed his hand a little and smiled, “Not really. At least now if they run a story about us romantically, it’ll be true.”
You stood in your closet with your hands on your hips desperately trying to figure out what to wear. It amazed you at how you had a closet full of clothes but yet you couldn’t decide on anything.
The nerves that you had building up was probably the thing hindering you the most from getting ready. You were supposed to go on a coffee date with a S.H.I.E.L.D. agent that you met through Tony. It was casual but you still felt a little iffy about it all. It had been a while since you had been on a date.
You reluctantly had Stark set you up with a guy he thought would click with you. He told you some stuff about him and he seemed like he was a nice enough guy.
Summary: Taking Judith weighs heavy on your mind. Smut/Fluff.
A/N: I’m sorry it’s taking so long to put out chapters, and I’m sorry if this chapter is trash. I’m having a difficult time with writing lately, and hope to be out of this rut soon!
“No one can tell what is righteous and what is wrong, what is good and what is evil.”
The ride was quiet, and when you arrived back to the sanctuary the silence around the place was almost unnerving. You opened the door to the truck, climbing out carefully with Judith still clinging to your shoulders. Negan’s men barely spoke, which was unusual. Apparently even they hadn’t realized what Negan was going to do.
Even though you realized his strategy was necessary for many reasons, you still knew that it was wrong on a human level. But when you looked at the bigger picture you knew that survival was more important than morals these days, and it was something you were gonna have to put out of your mind. What was human anymore anyway? Humanity went out the window the day the dead rose and started killing those that were still alive.
Negan watched over you as you stood there, rocking Judith in your arms. She was babbling happily, and reached up to grab a handful of your hair and gave it a generous tug. You winced as she did, but smiled back at her anyway. You were just happy she wasn’t screaming bloody murder.
“I think she fuckin’ likes you.. Never pegged you as the fuckin’ babysitting type.” Negan snorted as he leaned against the truck.
You shrugged as you looked back to him. Out of the corner of your eye, you could see David standing near the back of the truck as he watched on, silently.
“It’s not very hard to keep a toddler entertained.” You smirked as Judith tugged on you hair again before wrapping her arms around your neck, trying to get closer to you.
“Good. She shouldn’t be a fuckin’ problem for you then.”
You shot a glance back at Negan, shaking your head quickly, “No. I can’t keep her, Negan.”
He narrowed his eyes at you, “Why the fuck not, darlin’?”
“I’m already in charge of three other people.” You protested, your forehead creasing.
He gave you a smirk, shrugging his shoulders, “Just fuckin’ do it, darlin’. Be motherly.”
You shut your eyes tightly, “Why not get the other wives to do it? It’s not like they do a fucking thing all day long.”
Negan sighed, a faint growl resonating in his tone, “al-fuckin-right. Let them have her.” He said standing up straight again, “But if I hear anything about her crying, and throwing a goddamn fit, you’re gonna take her back. I can’t listen to that shit 24/7.”
You nodded, and placed a hand on your hip, “Fine.”
“Take her to them. When you’re done with that shit, you go get that asshole from Alexandria. It’s time we were properly introduced.” He said, giving you a cocky smirk as he turned on his heel, and headed off in the opposite direction.
You started of towards the main building when you saw David walking up beside you. You gritted your teeth, preparing yourself for one of his snide remarks.
“Did we just do what I think we did?” He asked, looking down at Judith.
“I guess we did. At least nobody died, or are you gonna tell me how much more fucked up this is?” You rolled your eyes as stopped in your tracks, giving him a hostile stare.
He shook his head, “It’s fucked up, but I’d rather you not kill me for saying so.”
You shrugged, remembering that you blatantly threatened him earlier, “I’m over it.”
“If you say so. What do you want me to do now?” He asked, there was a certain look in his eye, you knew he wanted to leave.
“Go to your room. I’ve got to take care of some stuff.” You said, motioning for him to get lost with your head.
He gave you one last nod before you parted ways.
You continued up the stairs to the floor where you stayed with Negan, which also housed the other wives on the same hallway. For the first time, you were finally happy to visit the common room where the wives gathered during the day.
Judith had started to become restless in your arms, trying her best to break free.
You pushed the door open, not bothering to knock, since you were a wife this was technically your room as well, but you never had a reason to go there. It was well known that you weren’t exactly welcome there either, you had never been accepted by the other wives, but you didn’t care. They hated you, and you hated them.
All of them immediately became alert as the door opened to the room. Everyone hopeful that it was Negan making his daily rounds to shower them with risque compliments, and if they were lucky - a little more than that. But the atmosphere of the room turned frigid and the hopeful look on their faces changed to sneers once that they saw that it was you, and not Negan.
It would have been worse had it not been for the saving grace of the child in your arms.
Their eyes seemed to light up at again at the sight of her, their maternal instincts obviously coming out.
Most of the women were either mothers at one time, or either women who desperately wanted a baby.
“Where’s Sherri?” You asked one of the wives.
She was a redhead, lounging on the sofa in a black evening dress. For the life of you, you couldn’t remember her name, and you weren’t sure if you even knew it to begin with.
She slowly lifted herself from the couch and walked over towards you, purposely ignoring you, but bending down slightly to greet Judith.
“She yours?” She asked, barely interested in an answer from you, but knowing she had to say something. Judith reached out to the woman opening and closing her hands in a grabbing motion, no doubt wanting to be held by someone new.
You adjusted her in your arms again, shaking your head, “No. She’s not mine. Where Sherri?” You asked again.
The woman, not being able to dodge the question anymore, stood back up straight, brushing some hair behind her ear before giving you a sour look, “Why do you need her?”
You pursed your lips as your eyebrows knitted together at her attitude, “It’s not your business.”
“It kind of is. Sorry if we’re not so eager to let you know where she is. You never have anything to do with us, unless you’re killing us.” She snapped back, her eyes burning into you.
You grunted in frustration, they were really working your nerves amd they knew it. If you could have your way, they’d all be done for, but you knew far too well that the thought itself was off limits.
“I’m not here to kill any of you.” You paused for a moment, “Not today anyway.” You said with a shit eating grin.
She scowled back at you as did the rest of them suddenly at you comment, “I don’t know where Sherri is.”
You closed your eyes for a moment before opening them back up to meet her hostile gaze again, “Whatever. Look, I don’t have time to take care of the kid.” You said gesturing to Judith, “So, which one of you wants to play mommy?”
The redhead crossed her arms again, and looked behind her to the other wives - some of them visibly shaking their heads “no” amd other nodding quickly - they were silently debating. After a few moments, she finally turned back to you, “I’ll do it. What’s in it for me?”
“Nothing. These are Negan’s orders. Do you want to interrupt his busy schedule just to ask him what you’d get out of it?” You huffed.
Her harsh glare suddenly softened when you mentioned that these were orders directly from the man himself, “Fine.” She sighed, holding her arms out to take Judith from yours gently. Judith was grabbing for the woman, obviously relishing the thought of being held by someone new.
“Feed her. Change her. Keep her happy, that’s all you have to do.” You said in a plain tone.
The wife rolled her eyes, “I think I could have figured that out.”
“Good. I hope for your sake that you could. I’ll come back and check on her from time to time. Whatever things you need to take care of her, you can ask for it, or take your ass down to the market like a normal person and get it yourself. There’s no reason for you to fuck this up.. So, don’t give me a reason-” You cut yourself off to drag your hand across your gun. You didn’t need to finish the sentence, she understood, and it was made all the more clear when she swallowed nervously. She nodded once more, and you left the room to go back downstairs.
Once you arrived back at the makeshift apartments, you headed down another long hallway, looking for Eugene’s room.
He was on the same hallway as David, and for a moment you thought about stopping in to check on him, but didn’t see the real point in doing so.
You finally found Eugene’s door and stood outside of it for a moment, you could hear the T.V. going from inside. You knocked on the door loudly a few times.
“Enter.” Came the voice from the otherside.
You opened it and entered, closing the door behind you.
Eugene was seated in front of the TV, his eyes never leaving it as he a played a video game.
You sat on the edge of the bed, watching him to see if he’d look at you, but he wouldn’t.
You cleared your throat, leaning forward, “So, how are you liking it here?”
He made no effort to answer you and only gave you a small glance before giving his full attention back to the game.
You dropped your head momentarily, smiling as you lifted it back up to look at him, “Let me guess, you blame me for all this shit, too?”
After a few more moments of silence, it was finally broken when he decided to speak, “Negative. I do not judge your proclivities as to why you remain here, or why you fraternize with these people, even if you are considered an enemy now.”
You laughed softly, he always had a way of speaking that made it seem like he just stepped out of a science lab, “Jesus. I see you haven’t changed a bit.”
“I wasn’t under the impression that it was a requirement.” He said in a monotone voice.
You rolled you eyes and stood back up, “It was a joke.” You paused for a moment as you look around the room, “How can we make you more comfortable around here. Is there anything you need?”
He paused the game, finally seeming interested in what you were saying, “.. Well, I’d like to acquire some better reading material. The bookshelf is pretty sparse, and although, The Playboys I was given were a thoughtful gesture.. I’d prefer something intellectual.. I’d also like some pickles.” He said timidly, pointing to the shelf behind you.
You snorted with laughter as you turned around to see that there were indeed a stack of Playboys on his bookshelf, it was no doubt Negan’s handywork.
“Well, I see Negan gave you a housewarming gift.” You said as you turned back to him, “We have a library here. You can check it out for yourself - as for the pickles, we don’t have any.”
“Library?” He asked surprised, his head perking up.
You nodded back, “Daryl would have been able to see it, too, if he hadn’t hightailed it.”
“He escaped?” Eugene asked, tilting his head towards you.
“Yeah, do you know where he is?”
He shook his head quickly, “No, I don’t.. I’d tell you if I did.”
“Sure.” You said as you walked to the door, “You ready to go?”
“I was already given a fair rundown of what your facility offers by one of your colleagues. I have no need to see anymore at this moment.” He said bluntly, his eyes on the TV screen again.
You bit the inside of your cheek and took a step towards the television, turning it off, “This isn’t an afternoon stroll in the park, Eugene, and It’s non-negotiable. So get up.”
He looked up at you nervously before rising off the sofa.
He followed behind you as you exited the room, neither of you speaking much as you made your way throughout the building.
You showed him the main parts of the building where he would be spending most of his time when he wasn’t in his room, and he seemed less than interested.
When you finally got to the comissary, it was packed with people.
Eugene looked around like a deer in headlights as he followed beside you closely, bringing his arms into his chest.
“Anybody explained the points system to you yet?” You asked, keeping your eyes forward as you walked passed the various venders that were in charge of selling goods and other items.
“No one has elaborated on that. No.” He said in a low tone as he looked around as if he was in a daze.
“Real simple. You’re a smart guy, so I’m sure you can follow. Whatever job you get around here, depending on what that is, it pays a certain amount of points a day. With those points, you can come here,” you spread your arms out as if you were advertising the place, “..And spend those hard earned points on whatever the hell you want. All you do is write down what you do, how many points something is worth, and sign your name. That’s it.”
“I understand.” He said, looking over the place with more interest than he had previously shown. You could tell if it was genuine, or just for the fact that he was scared shitless.
“With the points you earn, I’d start by getting a haircut.” You teased, pointing to his hair.
“What?” He asked confused.
You pointed to a man seated in a chair across the walkway getting his hair trimmed, “Barber. Might be able to kill that thing on your head.”
You kept walking and finally stopped in front of a table of someone who was selling food that they had made, “Well, it must be your lucky day, Eugene.” You smirked as you opened a jar of pickles on the table, and pulled one out to taste it, “That’s some decent do it yourself stuff.” You said, taking another out the jar to hand to Eugene.
“No, thank you.” He said shaking his head.
You rolled your eyes, and dropped it back into the jar, leaning down to sign your name on the points clipboard for purchase. Since you never worked for points all you had to sign was:
(Y/N) - Wife
You picked up the jar and thrust it into his arms, he grabbed it and gave you a look of confusion, “What’s this?”
“Consider it a small peace offering - a gift. Whatever you wanna call it.”
“You want something, then take it, Eugene. Now follow me, it’s time you met the boss again.”
His eyes widened as he knew you were refering to Negan, and it was obvious that Eugene was terrified. You could see him go pale as a look of sickness came over his face, and beads of sweat instantly formed on his forehead. He still followed behind you obidiently as you led him out into the yard. He clung to the jar of pickles for dear life as he spotted Negan standing in front of a chain-link fence where the walkers were kept to protect the front gate, he was talking to a few other saviors.
You stood there quietly, waiting for him to finish talking. He noticed the both of you immediately, giving you a pleased smile.
You returned a weak smile to him, the activities of the day were still fresh in your head, and it made you nervous to think of it.
It brought questions into your mind, making you wonder what else Negan was really capable of doing if pushed to a certain point. It made you think that maybe you, yourself weren’t as immune to his actions as you thought you might be.
Negan threw his hands up as he turned his attention to Eugene, “There he is. Man of the fuckin’ hour. Come over here, big fella.” Negan said excitedly as he motioned him forward.
Eugene gave you a urgent glance before he took a few hesitant steps forward to Negan.
Negan tilted his head at Eugene, his forehead creasing.
“Well don’t be goddamn rude, asshole. It’s common courteousy to say hello when someone greets you.” He said in a berating tone. Negan didn’t really give a shit whether he greeted him or not, this was just another way to take him down a couple of notches, and stay in control.
“H-Hello.” Eugene stammered, keeping his eyes lowered.
Negan nodded, “That’s fuckin’ better was that so fuckin’ hard?”
Eugene shook his head.
Negan threw his arm around Eugene, making him jump, “Did you like my little fuckin’ housewarming gift? Every man needs a stack of skin books sitting around.”
Eugene nodded, “I appreciate the gesture.. But I usually prefer something more.. Scientific.”
Negan gave him a confused look, “You mean to fuckin’ tell me you’d rather fuckin’ read about evolution, or some shit like that instead of looking at tits?”
“Y-yes?” Eugene said cautiously, not sure if which answer he was supposed to give.
Negan narrowed his eyes, staring daggers into him until his face went completely calm.
He laughed hard, and slapped Eugene on the shoulder, “That’s what the fuck I’m talking about! You’re a man who can stay focused, and wont get sidetracked.” He said, biting his lip, “Shit, I can’t have you sitting in your fuckin’ room all day giving yourself carpal tunnel, if you know what I mean.”
The rest of the saviors laughed along with Negan as Eugene stood there, looking even more nervous than before.
Once the laughter died down, Negan cleared his throat, “Look, I know you’re fuckin’ new here, so.. who are you?” He said, throwing his arm out, looking around to the rest of you.
“I’m Negan.” You, and the rest of the saviors said in unison.
Negan nodded in praise, and a proud smile can over his face as he stepped closer to Eugene, “I know you remember Lucille.” He said holding the bat up to his face closely, making Eugene shut his eyes tightly for fear that Negan was going to end him right there.
He pointed to the imperfection in Lucille where the bullet had imbeded itself in her, “You see this shit right here? You might wanna look real fuckin’ close.. That right there is the goddamn bullet you made.” A dangerous look came over Negan’s face as he spoke, “.. Now under regular fuckin’ circumstances I’d be showing you that spot over and over, and fuckin’ over.”
Eugene’s breathing quickened, he held the jar even closer to his chest now, terrified that this wasn’t a regular meeting. You looked on curiously, even you didn’t know if this would end badly for him, or not.
“See, all I really want to fuckin’ know is if you are indeed a smart mother fucker.” Negan said, looking down at him, “You know fuckin’ things?”
Eugene looked back up at him, his breath was ragged, and he seemed like he was on the verge of tears. You could see Negan’s impatience growing.
“Answer the question.” He growled.
“I- I taught myself to cast the bullets.. I found a machine shop with the necessary..” He he trailed off as he started to shake seeing the grimace on Negan’s as he grew more restless with Eugene’s talking, “.. I read.. A lot.. Which is why I wanted the books..” He stammered on for a few more seconds.
He laid he head back, shaking it as he spoke again, “Man, you really are just some fuckin’ asshole, aren’t you?” He asked, putting emphasis on every word.
Eugene shook his head, “No. I am not.” His eyes scanned over Negan as he approached him closer, “I have PHD’s in Biochemistry.. As well as immunology and microbiology, and I have completed my doctorate - which makes me a doctor..”
As he kept up with his list of credentials, Negan paced back and forth in his spot, wanting to hear something impressive from him.
You couldn’t tell if Negan was pleased by his answer, or figured him to be full of shit.
There was a loud groan from one of the impaled walkers nearby, making all of you turn your heads towards the sound.
You could see the rotten skin separating from the abdomen as the weight forced it apart in a bloody, disgusting mess as it ripped apart completely, falling to the ground.
You covered your mouth quickly at the sight uttering a low “ugh.”
Negan hummed lightly as he watched the mess and turned back to Eugene, “Uh-huh.. Alright, Doctor smarty pants, you oughta be able to crack this fuckin’ problem without breaking a goddamn sweat.” He pointed back to the fence where the walkers were, “You see that I’ve obviously got a lot of free goddamn labor around here, these living dead shits that help keep the riff raff out. See, the problem is, after a while they become pretty goddamn useless to me when they fall apart like that.. Now, can you tell me how to fuckin’ fix that?”
Eugene remained quiet for a moment, looking around as if he was trying to come up with with a quick solution. For a moment you thought he had no idea what he was doing, until he finally spoke up.
“You posses an operational smelter?” Eugene sniffed nervously.
“And?” Negan said rolling his eyes.
“Then you posses the means to resolve your issue. Step one: melt down scrap metal.. Step two: pour it over the compromised walker as they are in contact with the chain-link.. Once it cool it will keep the compromised walker upright while fixating it to the fence.”
Negan leaned back and looked at Eugene wide-eyed, “Goddamn. If that isn’t the coolest shit I’ve ever fuckin’ heard. Not only is this practical.. It’s fuckin’ badass.” Negan ran his tongue over his lips as he stated at him for a moment, obviously impressed, “Look at you doctor fuckin’ smarty pants.” He put his arm around Eugene again, “Did Rick ever have you doing this kind of valuable work for him?”
Eugene glanced over at Negan fearfully.
Negan sighed, “That’s his fuckin’ loss, our gain.. Y'know I feel like I gotta give you some kind of goddamn signing bonus.”
“Well I- I was gifted these pickles.” Eugene said, shaking his head.
Negan chuckled, and looked over to you, “Yeah, I see my fuckin’ wife has shown you some hospitality.” He ran a hand over his face, you could tell he was in thought. He finally looked back over to Eugene, “That’s not a bad fuckin’ idea.. Hospitality.. I tell you what, as a goddamn token of my appreciation, I’m gonna send a few of my wives to your apartment tonight.”
Negan licked his lips again and leaned towards Eugene, “No sex. That is a grave fuckin’ no-no around here.. But you can laugh, have a few fuckin’ drinks, have some goddamn dinner. Trust me, there is nothing like the company of beautiful fuckin’ women to make you feel human again.”
Your stomach dropped suddenly when you heard this. Sending a few of his wives to another man’s apartment.. Did he mean you? You were confused, you had never seen Negan send any of the wives to entertain another man, and you definitely didn’t want to be one of them. You knew there would be no sex, but you did like the idea of being turned out, even if it was only for entertainment purposes.
“I wouldn’t wanna think about that.. Did um- Did you just say wives, meaning plural?” Eugene said, shifting his eyes to Negan, giving him a curious expression.
A cocky smile appeared on Negan’s face, “Hell. Yes. I did.” He sucked his teeth, “That pretty little thing you used to know is one of ‘em.” He said gesturing to you.
Eugene turned his head towards you, giving you a confused looked as he blinked. You crossed your arms and kept his gaze until a whistle came from Negan.
“Eyes over here, asshole.” He said sternly, “Now, what do you fuckin’ say to that kind of hospitality?”
“T- thank you.” Eugene replied, lowering his head.
Negan breathed deep and nodded, “Good. Now have yourself a fun fuckin’ night, and remember the rules. Someone escort doctor smarty pants back to his fuckin’ room, and get a few fuckin’ wives over there, and don’t bother me for the rest of the goddamm night.” Negan said, patting his shoulder before walking towards you.
You stood there quietly as he walked over to you, Lucille swinging freely by his side. You lips stretched into a thin line as he got close to you, “Do I have to attend the festivities?”
He squinted, “What? That shit for him?” Negan motions his head towards Eugene, who was now being taken back into the building by Simon.
You nodded back to him.
“Fuck no, darlin’. I won’t ever have you fuckin’ entertaining anyone, except me.” He said seriously, propping Lucille onto his shoulder.
You gave a small smirk, “What do you need me to do now?”
“You’re off the hook for the night, baby. What I want you to do is go up to my fuckin’ room, and wait for me. I’ll be up in 10.” He said in a deep tone.
“What for?” You asked.
Negan raised an eyebrow, getting annoyed at your question.
He placed his hand on your chin, making you look up at him, “Because babydoll, I want some goddamn entertainment of my own tonight.”
You gave another nod and smiled, “Yes, sir.”
Later on, you made it back into Negan’s room to wait for him like he had told you to do. You decided to have drink while you waited. Luckily, Negan kept his own stash of alcohol - a very good stash at that - You walked over to the makeshift bar he had setup, and grabbed a glass to pour some whiskey.
You brought the glass to your lips and took a long sip, the burn in your throat was intense, but you didn’t care.
You swallowed, feeling it burn all the way down, until it created a warm feeling in the pit of your stomach. You stood at the window that overlooked the yard of the sanctuary, you could see the people that remained outside, the sun was setting fast, creating a mixture of colors. As you stood there, you couldn’t help but think of how you got to this point, and what you did to get there.
You didn’t hold much remorse for any of the things you did anymore, in the beginning it was hard to grasp the concept of being ruthless, but once your feelings for Negan had grown the way they did, you realized you were capable of doing things you never thought you could - but even you had your limits on certain things and taking Judith was something that didn’t sit very well with you.
You understood it was for the safety of the sanctuary, and you knew that if it was something that kept Negan safe, you were willing to do it.
Aside from the fact that she was taken, it made you worry about the repercussions that this would cause. You had been with Rick’s group long enough to know that they didn’t give up, and adding one of his children into the mix would create a monster out of him, not that you were worried about Negan.
You knew he could more than handle himself, but with how strong your feelings for him were, you couldn’t help but be concerned, you knew that a shitstorm was bound to happen - the only question was: when?
You took another sip of the whiskey when you heard the door open.
You turned back to see Negan shutting the door behind him as he set Lucille on a nearby table and slipped his jacket off before coming over to you.
“I see you got into my fuckin’ stash early.” He smirked, walking to the bar to pour himself his own glass.
“I needed it after today.” You blinked hard, rubbing your eyes with a few hand.
He took a drink from his glass and sighed, “You’re still feeling fuckin’ guilty, huh?”
You pressed your lips together as you turned your head to meet his piercing gaze, “I pushed the guilt aside. I know you did it for the right reasons, but I’m concerned.”
He smirked and set his glass down, taking a step behind you, leaning down until his beard was brushing against your ear, “Look at you sounding all goddamn official.. Gotta fuckin’ say, I like it.. Now what are you fuckin’ concerns?”
You turned your head, looking at him from the corner of your eye, “I’ve known that group long enough to know that they don’t give up easy, and now you’ve taken his child. Do you really think that’s gonna make Rick stop?”
Negan chuckled, and brought his hands up to rest on your shoulders, squeezing them, “Darlin’, you really fuckin’ think I’m not expecting retaliation from him? I have no doubt that one of them will be fuckin’ dumb enough to make a move, but it won’t be a goddamn threat to us.”
You took another sip, “I want you to be right about this.”
“You just need to fuckin’ focus on your job, and keep looking goddamn pretty for me, baby.” He purred seductively, pressing his fingers down into your shoulders, “Stop stressing over a bunch of assholes.”
You closed your eyes, leaning your head back to his chest, enjoying the pleasurable sensation, “I guess I can manage that.” You said in a soft tone.
“Your body is fuckin’ saying otherwise, darlin’. You’re so goddamn tense.” He spoke as he continued to massage your shoulders, his lips brushed over your ear until they found your neck, he laid a few rough kisses on your skin.
You breathed deeply, “Hm, I didn’t realize you were a masseuse.”
He chuckled, and you could feel him smile against your skin, “I don’t need to be a goddamn masseuse to realize when you need some fuckin’ tension relieved, baby. You think I haven’t noticed how fuckin’ wound up you’ve been lately?” He bit down on your neck this time, making a soft moan escape your lips, “Mmm, seems like you need more than just a fuckin’ shoulder rub.”
He was right. You had been tense lately, and your mood had been on the volatile side with eveeyrging going on, and with what he was doing now, you could definitely add sexual frustration to the list.
You set your glass onto the nearby table, and backed yourself into his chest, feeling his obvious erection pressing into your backside through his pants.
You smirked, “Seems like I’m not the only one that needs something.”
He wrapped a hand around your neck, pulling your head back to look at him, “It’s no goddamn secret that I wanna throw you down and fuck you, darlin’. That’s constantly in my goddamn thoughts.”
“Then let’s let’s not waste any time.” You purred as you brought your hand behind you to stroke the bulge in his pants.
He increased the pressure on your neck, “I’ll take as much fuckin’ time as I want, darlin’.” He growled into your ear, “Understand?”
“Yes, Negan.” You breathed as you continued to stroke him through his pants, teasingly.
He grunted, pulling you back towards the couch, “Fuck it. I think you might just be right about not wasting any goddamn time, babydoll.” He said roughly as he pushed you over the back of the couch, making you bend over for him.
You could feel the heat building up in your core, and the dampness between your legs becoming noticeable.
Negan let his hands run over your ass for a moment before unbuttoning your jeans, ripping them down quickly.
You could hear the clinking of his belt buckle, and the unzipping of his pants.
He grabbed you by the hair and pulled you back up to his chest, “How do you fuckin’ want it?”
You paused for a moment, trying to find your words. Before you could speak, you felt the hard smack on your ass, making you moan, “Better fuckin’ speak up, babydoll.”
“Rough.” You groaned, leaning back over the couch.
“You’re speaking my goddamn language now, darlin’.” You could hear the smirk in his voice while he spoke. He brought his hand down again, and you could feel his fingers teasing your slit, enticing another moan out of you.
You were aching for him, and it seemed like he was going to take his time teasing you.
“Damnit, Negan.” You growled.
He chuckled, and slipped a finger inside of you, “You have a fuckin’ problem, baby?”
You groaned and backed up against him, trying to get his fingers deeper inside of you. You knew what he wanted from you. Negan loved to fuck, but you knew that he loved hearing you beg just as much.
“You know what the problem is.” You whimpered, reaching for his hand.
You felt another hard smack on your ass, the stinging sensation only succeeding in turning you on even more, “Then let me fuckin’ hear it one more goddamn time, darlin.”
“Please, daddy.. Just fuck me right here.” You begged.
“That’s my dirty fuckin’ girl.” He grunted back, you felt him push his fingers deeper inside of you, rubbing against your G-spot gently, making you raise yourself into your tip-toes as you Keane over further into the couch. He pulled his fingers from you, and brought them up to his lips to run his tongue across them, “You taste so fuckin’ good.” He said in a deep, seductive tone.
He pressed your body into the couch hard as you felt his cock slide into you, making the both of you grunt simultaneously.
You dug your nails into the cushions as he grabbed your waist, slamming your hips back into his without a warning, you could feel him deep inside you now as he pumped himself in and out of you roughly, making you cry out at the sensation.
The pain and pleasure that you felt was a combination that you never got tired of.
You knew that you weren’t going to last long, and you didn’t care, you just needed the release.
As he continue to roll his hips against yours, he grabbed the back of your hair, forcing you to arch your back to him.
“Negan.” You gasped out as he leaned down, sinking his teeth into your neck. You could feel your pussy already begin to tighten around his cock as he slammed into you.
“Jesus darlin’, am I gonna make you come for me this goddamn soon?” He said proudly against your skin.
“Yes.” You moaned. You could lie to him, it was hitting you harder than it usually was.
As he continued, he brought his hand down to teasingly rub your clit. Your moans became louder, and you grinded your hips against his roughly as you felt his cock rubbing against your g-spot this, the pleasure was becoming too intense for you to hold out much longer.
“Daddy.” You moaned turning your head to his as he continued to bite down into your skin.
He lifted his head, his beard rubbing against your skin sent chills down your spine, “Come on, darlin’. Show me how good I’m fuckin’ you.”
And that was all it took, before you knew it your orgasm had crept up on you without warning, and you were doubled over on the couch, moaning and screaming Negan’s name as he continued to ride you throughout your orgasm.
“Fuck, fuck!” You cried out as your breath quickened. Negan didn’t bother to slow down as he kept a steady pace, only furthering your sensitivity, making it almost unbearable.
“Christ, baby.” Negan chuckled as he thrusted himself into you roughly. It didn’t take long before him to follow in suit behind you as he grabbed your hair again, and pulled you up to his chest as he growled into your ear, and you could feel the warmth as he finished inside of you. He slammed his hips against you a few more times to ride out his own orgasm, feeling his breath in your ear.
You whimpered and collapsed over onto the couch again, breathing heavily. He pulled himself out of you, and you could feel the mess dripping down your leg, and you felt another slap on your ass.
“I didn’t realize this was gonna turn into a fuckin’ quickie.” He smiled, zipping his pants back up.
You propped yourself up onto your elbows, “Neither did I, but I needed that.”
“Are you fuckin’ relaxed now?” He said, running his tongue over his lips.
You stood back up, steadying yourself on the couch as your legs were shaky.
You turned towards him, “I am until I get tense again.”
He rolled his eyes playfully, pulling you towards him to give you a passionate kiss, “Fuckin’ figures. I’ll just have to fuck that stress out of you.”
You bit your lip as you looked up to him, “it’s not like that’s a problem.”
He smirked, and have you a nod, “I’m going to get a fuckin’ shower. You coming?”
“That should be obvious.” You chuckled, gesturing to the mess he had made on you.
Later that night you laid in Negan’s bed after your shower, trying your best to stay awake.
He had gone back downstairs afterwards to talk to Eugene. But you were so tired that it didn’t take long for you to fall asleep before he could make it back into the room.
After he was done making his rounds he headed back up the stairs to his room, tired and worn out from the day’s activities.
Lucille was hanging loosely from his hand as he stomped up the stairs. He was relieved once he finally made it back.
‘Thank fuckin’ Christ.’ He thought as he opened the door to the room.
“I think he might fuckin’ workout here.” He said as he closed the door behind him, waiting for your answer. He turned and looked over to you laying in his bed, he pursed his lips once he saw that you were passed out. He shook his head and smirked, “Can’t ever fuckin’ hang.”
He set Lucille back onto his desk, and pulled his shirt off, throwing it down as he climbed into bed beside you, being careful not to wake you.
He laid his head onto his pillow, turning over to look at you.
He reached out to brush a strand of hair behind your ear that hung loosely in your face.
He was grateful to have you by his side, and he knew that, and it wasn’t a secret to himself that he loved you, but he wasn’t keen on expressing it, and wasn’t sure that he ever would be. He had vowed a long time go that he’d never fall in love after Lucille, but that rule has been broken the day the thought of losing you had been a real possibility. He hoped that somehow you already knew that he did, that way he didn’t have to come right out and say it, but he knew that was wishful thinking. He knew he’d have to tell you at some point, but at this point, he wasn’t ready.
When the next morning rolled around, you and Negan were both up early getting ready for the day. You were sitting on the couch lacing up your boots when there was a loud knock on the door.
“This goddamm early?” Negan said, rolling his eyes, “Come in.”
The door opened as Simon appeared from the other side.
He had a cautious look on his face as he took a step in, looking like he was nervous to get close to Negan.
You knew right away that something was up, it wasn’t like Simon to cower down like this.
“Negan, there’s a problem.” He said slowly.
You could see Negan’s jaw flare as Simon spoke, “What kind of fuckin’ problem?”
Simon ran a hand through his hair, “When I went to let the wives know they’d be entertaining, I noticed something.”
“You better start making some goddamn sense, Simon.” Negan growled.
Simon let out a ragged sigh, “Sherri is missing.”
The look that came over Negan’s face next was a frightening one, made obvious by the look Simon made as negan cornered him, “What the fuck do you mean?”
“She wasn’t in the wives room. Some men and I looked around the place last night, we can’t find her.” He said, lowering his eyes.
Negan became too quiet at that point. He nodded his head slowly and slammed his fist into the door, making you jump as you watched on.
“Where’s Dwight?” He said dangerously.
“He should be in his room.” Simon answered nervously.
Negan grabbed Lucille where he had left her, gripping her handle so tightly that his knuckles were turning white, “Get some men, and we’ll pay him a fuckin’ visit.”
Simon nodded quickly and exited the room as fast as he could.
Negan turned back to you, “You fuckin’ coming?”
You gave a quiet nod, and followed out behind him. It made sense now as to why none of the wives would tell you where she was yesterday. They had to know more than they were letting on.
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anonymous requested: Can you do a coach negan fan fiction where he looks out for one of his students because they’re getting bullied or somet thanks x
Character(s): Negan and Reader (pre-apocalypse) Summary: Coach Negan takes a liking to you and after he witnesses the bullying that you endure, he shows you just exactly how special you are. Word Count: 3,448 Warning: SMUT!!! Author’s Note: Thank you to the anon who sent this request in! I was so excited to write this story. I mean, a Coach Negan fic? Yes, please. So, I hope whoever sent this in, enjoys this one-shot! I figured I’d add some smut because I just couldn’t help myself lmao. Enjoy! :-)
English Professor Louis Tomlinson’s passion for the occult has been a source of mockery and derision for most of his life. When he hears whispers of a travelling freak show newly established in London claiming the existence of a monstrous sea hybrid, half-man, half-fish, Louis sees it as his ticket to credibility amongst his peers. The summer he spends undercover working on the show, however, gives him much more than that.
Summary: The reader is stuck in the friend zone with Archie but desperately wants out. She’s so in her head that she doesn’t pick up on the constant hints Archie drops, or even listen to what Jughead tells her. One party changes all that.
Word Count: 5458
Author’s note: Okay this is my first Archie imagine!! Please let me know your thoughts and I’m sorry it’s long but trust me theres a lot of smut;) I want to write more Riverdale so tell me if you like it!
You were sitting at a booth in Pop’s across from your best friend Jughead, eating some fries and a milkshake. Jughead was in the middle of one of his philosophical rants about this small town and, “ All the damn secrets within it”.
Riverdale had been turned upside down ever since of the murder of Jason Blossom, and everyone was acting differently. Jughead swore something was up and suddenly your small group of friends turned into, “ Mystery Incorporated” aka the characters of Scooby Doo.
You were distracted from what Jughead was saying when you saw Archie walk in to pick up an order. The thing about Archie was that you were good friends, but you’d always had feelings for him.
The reason you never acted on it was because your other best friend Betty had been in a similar boat, and when she confessed her feelings Archie explained he didn’t feel the same way. Betty was incredible and if Archie turned down her you’d hate to see what he’d do to you.
Betty had moved on and actually started to have something with Jughead, but you still felt like by the laws of girl code it was a no go. Regardless you couldn’t help but stare and let your thoughts drift.
There was always something about Archie that made you think he wasn’t as “innocent” or “vanilla” as he seemed. Maybe it was because you weren’t so innocent yourself, but that was something not a lot of people got to see.
The more you thought about it the more you realized Jughead was right, the people of Riverdale did have a lot of secrets. You were pulled from your day dreaming when a fry hit your face, “ Earth to (y/n) stop staring I can basically smell the angst radiating off of you”.
Rolling your eyes you threw a fry back, “ Come on Juggy maybe you’re just threatened that someone might have just as big of an imagination as you”. The Archie you truly wanted lived strictly in your imagination because in real life you couldn’t act on your feelings.
Jughead grinned, “ I have a feeling your imagination turns 50 Shades of Orange themed when you look at Archie, and I am NOT threatened by that”. He began to laugh, amused at his own joke leaving you sighing.
If there was anyone who knew just how dirty your mind could get it was Jughead, but that’s why you loved your friendship. You shot right back, “ Don’t even make me bring Betty into this it’s called a Betty Bomb for a reason and I wonder how she makes you explo-”.
Your sentence was cut off when Archie forced Jughead to push over, sitting down in the booth. Jughead sat there looking all to smug watching a blush creep over your face, praying that Archie didn’t pick up on what you’d been saying.
Archie picked up a fry, “ What were you guys talking about? Normal “this is all a conspiracy theory” stuff?”. Jughead went to open his mouth but you cut him off, “ Something like that…what are you doing here?”.
He leaned forward and sipped from the straw of your milkshake, a weird look in his eyes as he did so. Once he’d drank long enough he explained, “ Picking up an order for the ole man I swear we better do something tonight because if I stay in my house any longer-”.
Jughead intervened, “ You’ll end up like Jason Blossom?”. Archie laughed, “ Jeez Juggy that’s morbid of you…but I guess so”. You felt your mind begin to run wild thinking about what plans the night could possibly bring.
Jughead looked to you, “ You know (y/n) was saying the same thing earlier, she’s just dying to have some fun tonight”. Archie raised an eyebrow and a smirk formed upon his lips. He was intrigued, “ Really doll? I figured you were spending too much time with Jughead over here and going to the dark side”.
Archie had many pet names for you ranging from doll to princess, and they were all really outdated. That was the thing about this town and the people within; you could all be so old fashioned at the same time you were living in the 21st century. Each time he used one of his nicknames it made you core ache.
You smiled, “ With everything that’s been happening recently I think we all could have some fun….distract ourselves from the current episode of Pretty Little Liars that we’re living in”. Both boys laughed, it was all too true.
You heard the clack of heels which only meant one thing, Veronica. She walked right over to the table after saying hello to her mom, “ Hello Archiekins and the rest of the rag-tag gang”.
Unlike you Veronica had no problem showing her feelings for Archie, and she walked right over Betty while doing so. Jughead sighed, “ That’s what we’re referred to as, the rag-tag gang?”.
She made Jughead push down again as she slid into the booth, making space for herself where there was none. Archie placed a hand on Jughead’s shoulder, “ Don’t worry Juggy, you’re the ragiest of them all”.
Jughead rolled his eyes, getting annoyed with the little space he had, “ You know I think there’s a limit for how many people can sit on one side of a booth…. yeah Newton founded it”. Veronica had put all her attention on Archie so Jughead’s comment went over her head.
Munching on a fry she asked, “ So what’s a girl like me to do on a night like this?”. Jughead made a face meant only for you and you couldn’t help but giggle. Betty was able to see the good in everyone, and she was the one of the few who could find it in Veronica.
Veronica had been a classic mean girl at her old school but was trying to fix her ways, with everyone BUT you. There was always this tension between you both, and it was all her creation.
In your life of sin all you truly needed was; Jughead, Betty, and Archie. When Veronica was thrown into the mix things became unleveled, but you hoped that you’d soon get to the bottom of whatever was causing it.
Archie looked to you with a smile on his face, “ Well (y/n) suggested we do something fun, and I say we embrace her wild impulses”. He finished his sentence with a wink and you felt your heart leap from your chest.
Veronica wasn’t as amused, “ You’re kidding right? She’s a total Janis not a Regina”. Archie rolled his eyes, “ I don’t know what’s worse Ronnie the fact that I understand that reference or you ability to forget it’s always the quiet ones”.
Jughead choked on his milkshake at Archies comment, if only he knew. Archie patted Jughead on the back but raised an eyebrow at you, picking up on what had just happened. Trying to downplay things you laughed, “ Come on Jug you should know how to drink by now”.
After catching his breath Jughead replied, “ Sorry (y/n) I just had a revelation, maybe we should hangout at your house..won’t your parents be on a work trip”. You wanted to kill Jughead but instead just smiled.
Veronica grinned, “ Let’s have ourselves a little project x shall we?”. You shook your head, “ Uh how about more like The Breakfast Club”. She rolled her eyes but both Jughead and Archie seemed down.
Archie laughed, “ Anything that will get me out of the house I’m down, let’s invite Betty too”. Veronica tried to hide her disappointment, but both you and Jughead picked up on it. Smiling you replied, “ I’m sure Jughead would love another night with Betty huh Juggy?”.
Once again he threw a fry at you, hoping to distract from how red his face was. Veronica smiled, “ So I guess that means you pair off with me Archiekins”. You wanted to pour your vanilla milkshake over her head right then and there.
Archie looked to you, “ Sorry Ronnie but I think I’m going to have to watch over (y/n) tonight, make sure she actually has fun for once”. You grinned right back at him, and the thought alone made butterflies take flight in your stomach.
Veronica got up, “ Well I should be going, text me the details and I’ll grace you all with my presence later” she tried to hide her anger towards everyone else but shot daggers at you. Finally she walked away leaving you three alone.
Archie took another fry, “ I know Ronnie is trying her best to be a good person but I wish she’d respect my space”. You’d always thought that Archie was interested in Veronica, but that all just changed. Jughead gave you a look that said, “ I told you so”.
You spoke your mind, “ I wish she’d respect mine two I swear she has it out for me”. Normally you’d have stayed out of drama but you wanted to see how Archie would respond. Pop called Archie’s name meaning his order was ready.
Before leaving he took one last fry, “ She’s just jealous of you (y/n)… I don’t blame her”. With that he was gone. You thought you’d faint right then and there, did Archie basically just say you were better than Veronica Lodge?
Jughead crossed his arms over his chest, “ I believe there’s a certain saying for times like these…ah yes….I told you so”. You were too happy to be annoyed by his comment, your heart flooding with feelings.
Grinning you explained, “ Did Archie just say Veronica has a reason to be jealous about me? Veronica couldn’t be more of the classic “it” girl Juggy..”. Whenever you compared yourself to Veronica you always came up short due to your own insecurities.
Jughead rolled his eyes, “ What have I been telling you for weeks? Archie likes you (y/n) and Betty likes the idea of you both too”. You nearly choked on your milkshake….Betty knows? He continued, “ Look Betty and I spend many a night pondering certain topics and you and Archie are a common one….basically you have her blessing”.
You were confused, “ She really doesn’t mind Jug…you sure? I love Betty and-”. Jughead started to laugh, “ Let’s just say she’s been too preoccupied to care…”. A smile formed upon your lips not only because Jugheads sexual comment but that fact that two of your closest friends finally found someone who loves them back.
Jughead continued, “ And anyways Betty knew that Archie was just a classic school girl crush and that they work better as friends, but for you and Archie….”. You were feeling so many emotions at once you felt you could explode.
Smiling you explained, “ I feel so relieved Juggy I was scared that Betty would be hurt if she knew how I felt about Archie! Oh god does this mean I have to actually act on my feelings now?”. You’d spent so much time imagining scenarios with Archie that possibly making them come true was scary.
Jughead grinned, “ Let’s just call this party tonight disney because-”. You finished his sentence, “ It’s where dreams come true”. You shook your head, feeling a mixture of uncertainty and excitement. Jughead called for the check, “ Come on (y/n) we have places to be, things to do, and a Ginger to make very very happy”.
Jughead used a suggestive tone while saying the words “very” because he knew how badly you’ve wanted to be with Archie. You placed down your half of the check, “ Well let’s see how the party tonight goes-”.
Your sentence was cut off by no other than Cheryl, “ Party tonight…is Pop’s suddenly handing out fortune cookies because this is giving me serious Freaky Friday vibes”. Just when one door closes another door opens, and you wouldn’t mind slamming this one shut.
The last thing you wanted was for Cheryl to come, “ Sorry Cheryl I meant to say our close get together, inner circle only”. She laughed, the kind of laugh you hear before someone pulls a trigger or drops a bomb.
Placing a hand on her hip she replied, “ Oh sweet naive (y/n) nothing in this town happens without me knowing, I’ll be there tonight and you’re welcome in advance”. She was gone as quickly as she had come.
Jughead shook his head looking up, “ He taketh as soon as he giveth”. Cheryl had the power to ruin this party on a biblical scale, locusts and all. Getting up you sighed, “ Let’s focus on the good for once Jug, like how Archie Andrews actually likes me”.
Getting up from the booth as well he placed a hand on your shoulder, “ It’s only been five minutes and it’s already going to your head, how the mighty crumble”. Rolling your eyes you walked out of Pop’s and made it back towards you house with Jughead.
Within five minutes you were already there, entering your empty house. Jughead spread out on your living room couch, “ When the cat’s away the mice will play”. That analogy painted a vivid picture in your mind, your house trashed.
Turning to him you laughed, “ Well I just hope the mice don’t go crazy…”. Jughead smiled, “ It’s going to be fine (y/n) the only people that matter tonight are; you, Archie, and Betty. The rest could be real mice for all I care”.
It felt good to have such a loyal best friend, Jughead really was like no other. Within a second your door bell rang and Jughead just had a grin on his face. Opening the door you realized it was Betty, with about three boxes of party supplies.
She smiled, “ Juggy here explained you were in over your head so your lifeboat has arrived!”. All you could do was giggle and just be thankful for how caring Betty was. She placed the boxes on the coffee table and clapped her hands together, assessing the situation.
Jughead held up a finger, “ Before we go off to battle I should relay the game changing drama that has unfolded”. Betty raised a eyebrow and sat down next to Jughead, “ Do tell Juggy”.
He looked to you and then Betty, “ We were at Pop’s and were visited by the three ghosts of Christmas, Cheryl the ghost of no other than Christmas past because no one willingly spends time in the present with her, Veronica the ghost of Christmas present because she’s somehow always in our lives, and finally the ghost of Christmas yet to come…Archie”.
Betty grinned, “ Now why exactly is Archie the ghost of Christmas yet to come?”. If Jughead wasn’t smiling like a madman before he was now, “ I’m passing the torch to (y/n)”. Betty was beaming with excitement and anticipation.
Blushing you explained, “ Well as per usual Veronica was being a bitch to me and Archie said it’s because she’s jealous of me..”. Jughead intervened, “ That’s not all our sweet little (y/n)”. Jughead was loving this moment because you were finally realizing that you were worth it.
He knew how insecure you were and he hated it, he wished he could go into your mind and rewrite each bad thought you had. Biting your lip you continued, “ He said he didn’t blame her for being jealous..”.
Betty let out an excited scream, “ OMG I told you Jughead!!! Archie totally likes (y/n) I KNEW it!”. You felt relieved to know Jughead wasn’t lying, she really was happy for you. Still you wanted to double check, “ It’s not weird for you Betty I don’t want-”.
She cut you off, “ Trust me (y/n) Archie was just a really intense crush for me before I knew what actually caring for someone felt like….and what it feels like when someone cares about you the same way”.
As she spoke she looked to Jughead and you swore there was a sparkle in both their eyes. You placed a hand over your chest, “ Awe you two melt my heart, as long as I know I’m not hurting you and you’re happy now that’s all that matters”.
Jughead scoffed, “ Now can you remind me why we tolerate Veronica, she not only has a thing for Archie but also has some weird vendetta against (y/n)”. He was right, you wanted to know why Betty still remained friends with her.
Betty smiled, “ Look Veronica is trying to be a better person, and when you try most often than not you also fail…but I don’t want to be a reason why she doesn’t try at all”. How could Betty be so compassionate?
You shook your head, “ But Betty she clearly has a thing for Archie and doesn’t even try to hide it and she knows what happened between you both!”. Jughead nodded his head, agreeing with you. He hated that Veronica clearly took advantage of Betty.
She just shrugged her shoulders, “ I know trust me I see it, but I know Archie doesn’t care about her. He wouldn’t support Veronica trying to get out the last of her mean girl ways”.
Betty continued, “ Archie cares about you (y/n) and so it doesn’t even matter how Veronica acts because he’d never act on it. She only wants him because he wants you (y/n) and soon she’ll get the hint”.
Shaking your head you replied, “ I guess Betty but it still irks me to know she didn’t even talk to you about it”. Once Betty set her mind to something there was no changing it, if she wanted to still see the good in Veronica than damn straight she would.
Jughead sighed, “ Oh Betty Cooper the world truly does not deserve someone as forgiving and caring as you”. He kissed her forehead after he finished his sentence and she looked so blissfully happy.
She clapped her hands together, “ Okay enough drama talk I think it’s time we get this party going”. Betty started to unpack the boxes which included things from plastic cups and snacks to a first aid kid.
You started to pick up around your house and before you knew it you’d spent an hour and a half setting up. When it was finished Betty smiled, “ It’s perfect, now we have to get ready”. Jughead looked himself up and down, “ This is as ready as I’ll ever be, you two can go get ready upstairs”.
You and Betty looked to each other completely giddy, it had been awhile since you’d gotten all dolled up. Betty had brought along a light blue dress and ballerina flats for herself. You decided you’d wear a short black dress that hugged your curves but flared out, simple yet stunning.
You paired it with a black lace choker and short black pumps and when you turned around Betty’s jaw dropped, “ You look so good (y/n) Archie is going to love it”. Betty did her normal makeup look and you did a gold smokey eye and pink lip.
Betty’s mood changed, “ I love it, but why are you so dressed up?”. You’d almost forgot to explain that Cheryl was coming, which meant the rest of the school as well. Rolling your eyes you said, “ Cheryl overheard us in Pop’s which means she’s bringing the entire school with her”.
Betty looked mad for a moment but shook it off, “ Who cares? All the matters is that something finally happens between you and Archie tonight and when you look like that how could he resist?”.
Laughing you hugged Betty, her kind words meaning so much to you. You did a slow spin, “ I guess I do clean up nicely huh?”. Looking at your phone you realized another hour had passed, making it nine o’clock.
Now that you were ready you and Betty headed downstairs, preparing for the possible arrival of any guests. Walking down the stairs you realized music was already playing and there were voices talking.
In your living room sat; Jughead, Kevin, Ethel, Veronica, and Archie. When you walked over to them Kevin whistled, “ Shit (y/n) you look good! If I weren’t gay-”. Veronica cut him off, “ But you are…nice clean up job guys”.
Betty smiled, “ Tonight’s a special night” and she looked to you and Archie as she said so. Archie smirked, “ You look really good doll, black has never looked better”. Jughead winked at you, hinting to Archie’s feelings for you.
You smiled, “ Thanks Archie you’re not looking too bad yourself”. He winked at you and leaned back into the couch. Kevin was eager to start the night, “ So when will our other guests be arriving?”.
Before you knew it the doorbell rang and Jughead said, “ Speak of the devil…literally we might as well be summoning the devil”. Opening the door you were greeted by Cheryl, and nearly half the school.
Cheryl smiled her fake smile, “ One keg in the backyard boys the other in the kitchen”. Stepping back you allowed everyone in, flooding your house. Cheryl turned to you, “ You look good (y/n) hoping to finally tie down Archiekins?”.
Faking a smile yourself you replied, “ Something like that…”. A strange look appeared on Cheryl’s face and you suddenly feared you’d fed her inner monster. She made her way towards the living room where everyone was sitting and placed a bottle of tequila on the table.
You followed suit, trying to brace yourself for whatever she had planned. Cheryl placed a hand on her hip, “ We’re going to play a good old game of truth or dare”. Jughead laughed, “What are we five?”.
Cheryl shot back, “ No Jughead we’re just a group of people that need to be forced into action right (y/n)?”. You nodded your head hoping Archie wouldn’t pick up on what she’d been hinting at.
She continued, “ The rules are simple pick either truth or dare, BUT if either option is to much for you take a shot instead”. Looking to Jughead you didn’t hide your apprehensions, this could go really bad really fast.
Betty wanted to help, “ I’ll go first Cheryl” but Cheryl just shook her head. Grinning she said, “ Aw sweet Betty you’re a little to naive for this, the first round goes to Archie”. Cheryl winked at you before asking her question.
She smiled, “ So Archiekins what will it be, truth or dare”. Archie just looked at you and then giggled, feeling daring himself. He replied with dare and those around you roared with excitement.
Cheryl smirked, “ I dare you to choose who you’d rather hook up with, Veronica or (y/n)”. You felt your heart stop beating and you just looked to Jughead and Betty, too paralyzed to do anything else.
Archie didn’t hesitate, “ (y/n)” and he winked at you. You never wanted him more than in that moment, and the rest of the room roared again. Cheryl turned to you, “ Do I have to dare you to kiss him or are you going to give the boy what he wants?”.
You bit your lip unsure of what to do but then you remembered what Jughead and Betty had told you, “ All that matters tonight is you and Archie”. Both Jughead and Betty were trying to hold in their excitement, but were miserably failing.
Summoning up the courage you extended a hand to Archie, “ Now or never Arch”. He took your hand in his and let you lead the way, beaming with excitement. You lead him upstairs and did your best to ignore the comments and cheering from everyone else.
When you got upstairs you lead him to your room closing the door behind you. You stood there unsure of what to do next, and he picked up on it. He picked your chin up with his fingers, “What’s the matter doll?”.
You told the truth, “ Are you sure you like me because-”. He cut you off by placing his lips on yours, he tasted lightly of cinnamon. As he kissed you his hands explored your body, roaming up and down your curves.
He began to kiss your neck and whispered into your ear, “ I’ve wanted you for so long (y/n) you don’t even know”. It sent shivers down your spine and caused goosebumps to appear all over your skin. Archie brought his head up to face you again, “ Talk to me doll, let me know what you want”.
He dragged down your bottom lip with his thumb begging you to speak. You barely got it out, “ I want you Archie”. Your words caused a smirk to spread across his face and his eyes to light up. Licking his lips he replied, “ Good girl”.
Archie lead you to the bed and you were now straddling him. He rested his hands on your hips and you began kissing again. This time his tongue explored every inch of your mouth, he needed more.
As the kiss intensified your grinded your hips against him earning a groan from him. Archie started to kiss down your neck until he found that magical spot and sucked, “ God Archie”. You felt him smile against your skin, proud of how good he could make you feel.
You groaned again when you felt how hard he was, your confidence growing. His fingertips brushed your upper thighs and he started to push up the hem of your dress, his touch sending waves of need to your core.
He whispered into your ear again, “ You look so damn good in that dress doll, but you’d look even better out of it”. It was your turn to smile and you leaned back, beginning to take off your dress. Archie sat there watching you with lust filled eyes, completely in awe.
Slowly you pulled your dress over your head and off of your body keeping eye contact the entire time. Archie was biting his lip trying to hold back from taking you right then and there. When it was off your body you grinned, “ Your turn”.
He smirked, “ Fair is fair (y/n)” and he took off his shirt. Leaning forward you rested your hands on his chest as he took off his pants. Grinning you said, “ Working for your dad this summer did have it’s benefits”.
There was barely anything separating you from Archie and you felt how hard he was. Archie leaned forward and kissed the valley between your breasts, coaxing you to undo your bra. Taking the hint you unclasped it from behind, the cold air making your nipples erect.
He began to suck on your left breast, “ God you’re beautiful (y/n)”. As he swirled his tongue around your nipple you moaned his name loudly, making his erection grow even more. Your voice was shaky, “ Archie I need you”.
Archie took his mouth off of your nipple and instead massage your breast, “ All I needed to hear (y/n)”. He slid down his boxers and you took off your panties, now nothing separated you both. Archie bit his lip, “ So fucking beautiful”.
He positioned himself at your entrance, pausing to make sure you truly wanted this. Looking down you saw a different look in his eyes possibly love, “ I want this so bad Archie…I want you”. He smiled and kissed you passionately, crashing his lips into yours.
Archie finally entered you, slowly letting you adjust to his size. You were still straddling him and feeling a mixture of pain and pleasure you rested your head in the crook of his neck. Archie felt your walls tightening around him, “ God (y/n) this feels so good”.
Feeling more confident you started to rotate your hips, moving back and forth. Archie groaned, “That’s it doll…fuck”. His hands gripped your hips guiding your body to move perfectly with his.
It felt so wonderful to be so in sync with him and you started to moan his name. You began to kiss his neck, leaving marks resembling the ones he’d left on you. You’d never felt anything like this, being this close with someone both emotionally and physically.
Maybe it was because the beginning of this year had started with death that you felt this exact moment represented so much more. The both of you had stopped letting things get in the way and were truly living.
He groaned, “ You feel so good (y/n)” and you felt him starting to thrust his hips up. Your bodies were moving together as you started to bounce up and down. Feeling him enter in and out of you was all too much.
Each time he entered fully into you he hit your g-spot, and you felt your orgasm coming. Archie felt it two, “ Fuck (y/n) I’m going to cum”. His thrusts got even quicker, pushing you closer.
Your face was still in the crook of his neck, “ I wanna see your face baby”. Moving your head you made eye contact with him and saw his lust blown pupils. Leaning forward you kissed him, intensifying the moment.
Picking up the pace you went faster as well, needing to reach your climax. Archie took his lips off of yours and moaned loudly, this all too much. He barely got it out, “ Cum with me (y/n)”.
His words pushed you over the edge and you felt your orgasm shake throughout your entire body. Suddenly every nerve in your body was on fire from the amount of pleasure you felt. Your eyes closed shut trying to handle everything you were feeling at once.
You felt Archie twitch inside of you as his orgasm washed over him. You both moaned each other’s names, it was the only thing your brains could process. He held onto your body tightly and you felt him shake beneath you.
The both of you were lost in the moment, neither of you had felt something like this before. You rested your head in the crook of his neck again, “ Fuck Archie that was amazing”. He turned his head and kissed your forehead, a huge smile on his face.
Suddenly he shifted so you were now on your back and he was hovering over you, propping himself up with his elbow. Looking down at you he grinned, “ I can’t believe we waited so long…”.
As he spoke with his free hand he dragged his fingertips lightly down your body, sending shivers down your spin. Smiling back you replied, “ I always knew there was another side to you Archie Andrews”.
Biting his lip he replied, “ And you’ve barely explored it”. The entire mood shifted and you suddenly felt extremely needy again. He winked, “ Don’t worry (y/n) I’m not done with you yet”. He placed his lips lightly on yours, wanting to take his time.
You ran your hands through his bright orange hair making him groan, and you felt him smile. He pulled his head back, “ And I always knew there was another side to you doll, and I want to take my time exploring it”.
Biting your lip you imagined what that would mean for you both. Before you could continue there was a loud banging on the door, “ Wrap it up love birds, the sheriff is busting this popsicle stand”.
You both started to laugh knowing by the phrasing it was no other than Jughead. Archie yelled back, “ Way to ruin the moment Juggy!”. The both of you started to get dressed, and you wished you could lay your bed with him forever.
Jughead yelled back, “ Trust me Archie I heard you were finished, I’m not ruining anything!”. You heard him laugh from the other side of the door, proud of his own joke. When you were finally dressed Archie pulled you close again, “ Because I got cutoff, I really like you (y/n) and although you make me fucking explode by just thinking about you I want more than that”.
You felt the butterflies in your stomach again, “ I really like you two Archie…for more than just how hard you can make me cum”. He started to laugh and you knew you were falling in love with him, but you didn’t know he was falling in love two.
Jughead yelled again, “ You’re going to want to get down here and talk to the sheriff with Kevin because I’m pretty sure you won’t be able to fool around if (y/n) is grounded for life”. Archie kissed your forehead again before leading you outside of your room.
Jughead went to open his mouth but you cut him off, “ No more comments Juggy, I’m too worn out for that”. Jughead’s jaw dropped, feeling extremely happy for you but also shocked. You didn’t care that you’d have to talk to the sheriff, Archie Andrews was now yours and that’s all that mattered.
A/N: This was requested by anon! I hope you all enjoy this! Feedback is welcomed and appreciated! <3 I love you all so much!
Ever since you could remember, your favorite aisle at the store was the one that held the spices. You loved the thought of putting such wonderful smells together into something that would taste great. You had always wanted to be a cook, but your parents died when you were young. You were a hunter from that day on. Hunting was the only thing you really knew how to do.
“I know I’ve technically never made anything homemade,” you began, trying to make your case to Dean. “Just let me try and make something tonight. If it goes wrong, I’ll give it up.”
“Didn’t you almost start a fire last time,” Sam asked, looking up from the book in front of him.
“Okay yes,” you confessed. “But this time I won’t try to flambe anything.” Your eyes moved back to the elder Winchester. “Come on Dean, please?”
You were an oblivious person. You had always been one, and over the years you realized obliviousness could either be a curse or a blessing. For example, tasteless and inappropriate sex jokes would always fly over your head, and you considered yourself lucky where you didn’t have to visualize whatever disturbing image a certain joke created because you just… you didn’t get it. The one huge downside to being the most blissfully unaware person in the world was that sometimes, you just couldn’t take a hint. There could be a huge neon sign with the answer on it and you probably still wouldn’t understand.
“There’s nothing to be worried about. It’s just Harry.” You reminded yourself, chewing on your thumbnail nervously. How long had it been since you realized you maybe kinda sorta liked Harry in an ooh-la-la kind of way? The point was: You were tired of constantly daydreaming about Harry and not doing anything about it. Although you were aware of the nagging ‘Prepare yourself for disappointment’ message in the back of your head, your positive outlook on life pushed those thoughts away and now, here you were, standing in front of Harry with a nervous smile on your face.
“I don’t have a lotta time to talk but I guess I can make some time for you… Only because you’re my favourite.” Harry closed his notebook and pushed it aside, setting his pen on top of it before making space for you on the couch. See, this whole thing was already off to a good start! You grinned and plopped yourself down, going over your mini script in your head. You were over at his place because you were in the midst of helping him plan out his tour schedule (he always depended on you for that kind of stuff because he thought you were better than a professional) and you figured you might as well get it out in the air while you were here.
“I like you.” You blurted out, shifting yourself so you were facing more towards Harry. “And I have for a really long time, and I just wanted to let you know that because it wouldn’t be fair to you if I didn’t tell you about my feelings.” You cleared your throat, keeping nothing but positive thoughts in your mind. The smile slowly disappeared from Harry’s face, his eyes growing wide and his jaw dropping slightly.
“Y/N, uh…” Harry pressed his lips together, scooting back a little. “I think you’re a great person, and you’re such a great friend, you know tha’? A-And trust me, I’m flattered! I jus’, well, I’m not really looking for a… a relationship right now. I mean, Dunkirk’s coming out really soon, and I have to start planning for the tour - I’ve got a lot on my plate right now, you know how it is.” He reached up to scratch the back of his neck, looking over at you with somewhat of a pitiful smile. And this was the part where your stupid obliviousness kicked in. You interpreted the ‘you’re a great person/friend’ part as ‘hey, I like you too’, and the ‘I’m not really looking for a relationship right now’ part as ‘Give me a little time until I’m ready for us.’
“Oh, yeah! Well, that’s okay. You know I’m patient, so I can totally wait until you’re ready. I’m just glad we finally got our feelings off our chests cos I’ve liked you for a really long time.” You admitted shyly, chewing on your bottom lip. “I can give you time, though. Take as long as you-”
“Uh, okay, lemme try this again.” Harry cut you off, holding his hands out to tell you to be quiet for a second. “Y/N. You’re a huge part of my life. You’ve always been there for me, you’ve supported every choice I’ve made in my career, but I jus’… Well, like I said, relationships aren’t my priority at this point in my life and it’ll probably stay that way for a whil-”
“And like I said, I can wait! I know you’re super busy with all your famous person chores-”
“Y/N, you need to listen to what I’m telling you-”
“-but trust me, I can wait for us even if it takes-”
“There’s never going to be an us because I don’t like you like that!” Harry blurted out, letting out an exasperated sigh.
“You-” And that’s when it finally hit you. “O-oh.” You felt the heat creeping up your neck and to your cheeks, the humiliation of the situation settling in. You were under the impression Harry liked you back when in reality, he was trying to tell you that he definitely didn’t like you like that. Definitely not.
“Y/N, I’m sorr-” You jumped when you felt your phone buzz in your pocket, moving quickly to take it out and check whatever notification you had just received. You needed something, anything to get out of here as soon as possible.
“Shoot, I have to go pick up your custom suit from Gucci.” You lied, glancing down at the text you had just gotten from Y/F/N asking if your confession had gone well. You tried your best to ignore the uncomfortable clenching in your chest, but all it was was a constant reminder that ‘Wow, that was a hot mess’. “I, uh, I’ll see you later, okay?” You scrambled off the couch, nearly tripping over your feet as you headed for the front door. You didn’t look back once, swiftly slamming the door behind you and beelining right for the car.
There’s never going to be an us because I don’t like you like that.
Being oblivious sucked.
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yes i’m very much aware of the million and one imagines i write that are related to y/n’s heart getting shATTERED by harry SUE ME
a/n: ok im super nervous about this one. i was requested to do a daddy smut w joker so ill try :) and let me tell you what this joker is like, he’s passionate here about.. making love sooo yeah AND he’s not 100000% maniacal, just a little bit of a maniac. here it goes
a/n: update - im eating a banana rn :D
characters: Jared Leto!Joker, Reader
warnings: smut, swearing, daddy kink
Ever since the encounter with Mr. J two weeks ago, he was the only thing on my mind. How unfair, I get him as my only thought subject while he gets to have other things on his mind. Like… His business, Batman, police, his henchmen and other problems. I bet he doesn’t think about me at all. But God do I hope he does. What am I to him? A maid? A fuck toy? No thanks. He said he had a liking in me, does that mean I mean something more to him than just sex? I hope.
Well, I can’t hope for that. We can’t have feelings for each other, that would be wrong - he’s my boss. If he uses me just for sex - that would partly be acceptable. No, no that wouldn’t be. Jesus, what’s gotten into me lately? Have I caught feelings for him? Him?
If we could keep it as just sex, it would save heartbreak for everyone. I wouldn’t be complaining. I’m not complaining, the sex was just… wow. The best I’ve had. And, it was the only time for me and him. Did he not like me in bed? What if I was bad at it? Oh my God, I hope not.
Every day I was longing for his touch, but the only thing I received was looks and orders. This was really frustrating me. He was so complicated, I couldn’t figure him out in any way. I guess that was his goal. To be mysterious and unpredictable, closed to everyone around. Mr. J was giving me a hard time.
I was cleaning the boss’s own bedroom - which didn’t need much cleaning, but I cleaned it anyway cause there was nothing else to do - when I heard an echo of a door being shut. He must have come back from business. I heard shouts that seemed like happy ones echoing through the house, but just kept cleaning. Guess Mr. J had successful business today.
I spotted a gun on the floor and bent to pick it up.It was quite heavy. I hoped my uniform didn’t go up too high because if someone walked in, there would be quite a funny situation. I reached the gun and picked it up, straightening my posture so it would be more comfortable for me to look at it. It was-
“I would prefer the other position, doll.” I heard him speak from far behind me. My body froze, not knowing what to do. I had just picked up his gun. Oh my God, I’m so dead. Had he been watching me? I was so scared I couldn’t even think of what to say, I couldn’t move an inch. Okay, whatever happens, happens.
My breathing was heavy and quiet as I heard him walk up to me from behind and put his firm hands on my hips. What was happening?
“Be a good girl for Daddy and put that thing down, baby girl.” Mr. J spoke lowly and dominantly in my ear, his breath tingling my skin. I swear, my heart almost jumped out of its cage. I was scared, but also turned on a bit. Wait, did he ask me to put it back? But that would mean bending over again. I could just put it on the night stand. Yeah, let’s go with that option. I slowly, with my body shaking, bent forward and put the small weapon on the night stand, with his grip on me tight.
“Oh baby,” he almost moaned in my ear. “Obedient today, are we?” He said as I bent back up. He pulled me even closer to his front and I could feel his boner through the fabrics of our clothing (a/n: gOD HELP ME I HAVENT WRITTEN SMUT IN LIKE A YEAR SHBSH I FEEL LIKE IM SINNING). I sucked in a sharp breath at the realisation that he was turned on by me. Wait, was it me? Oh my God what’s happening. “Not talking, either?” He asked and laughed lowly. He was turning me on, christ.
Suddenly Mr. J turned me around to face him and pull our bodies even closer, if that was possible at this point. I finally saw him for the first time today and we were finally as close to each other as last time. He looked pretty good, his shirt was unbuttoned at the top, showing a bit of his pale chest and tattoos and he had a slight smirk on his face. My mouth unvoluntarily fell agape at the sight before me.
“Do you like what you see, doll?” He said and raised my chin up to him with his hand. His eyes were focused on my face, as if searching my features. “C'mon, talk to me. You haven’t said a word.”
“Y-yes, sir, I-”
“It’s Daddy to you now.” He butted in.
“Yes, D-daddy,” I hesitated a bit. I know I was quite young to be working here - I finished high school a year ago, and he was a few years older than me, but his ‘daddy’ fetish was a little weird. “I j-just-”
“You look like something’s bothering you, can you tell Daddy what’s wrong?”
Can I? I mean, it has to do with him. Nah, I won’t let my self-consciousness ruin this perfect moment.
“It’s n-nothing, nothing’s bothering me, Daddy.”
“Really? Are you not lying to me, baby girl?”
“I love how it sounds when you say it.” Joker growls at me, making me shiver. His left hand makes its way up my back and soon he’s holding the back of my neck tightly, making me gasp.
He pulls my face closer to his and connects our lips. Oh, so that’s what’s happening. I hesitate at first, but then put my hands around his neck and kiss him back. The way he kissed me was… with power, force and lust. I loved the combination.
I moaned when he bit down on my lower lip with his metal teeth, there was more pleasure than pain. He grunted with a smirk and untied the bow that was holding my uniform together and threw it somewhere on the floor. I kicked off my heels before he pulled down my tights, all while our lips moved in sync.
Joker pulled away abruptly, making me whine at the loss of contact. He then tightened his grip on my neck and I got it as my que to be quiet.
“Now, baby girl,” he said, moving his hands to my back, “I’m gonna lay you down.” He said and did as promised, slowly, almost teasingly, laying my back first down on his bed. The covers felt like silk against my bare thighs, they were so soft. Joker leans back up and removes his… armory. He looked great from this point of view. He looked good from every angle, actually.
“You know,” he starts speaking matter-of-factly, ”you’re lucky I’m in a good mood today. Business went really well, so I’ve got nothing to be angry about. And to come home to such a great view of baby girl cleaning up… makes my day even better.” He finished, opening the lower buttons of his shirt.
“Aren’t you lucky to have me here, all just for you, Daddy?” I asked in a sweet voice, trying to ignore the hundred questions in my mind.
“Of course I am, my dear doll.” He said before getting on the bed and situating himself above me. “But now… it’s time to play a little bit.” He said, stroking my cheek with the back of his hand. “What do you say?”
“Sure, Daddy.” I said barely above a whisper. Joker showed me his wicked smile and leaned down to kiss me again. I loved how rough, but soft his lips were, I loved the feeling of them. Mr. J’s hips pressed down on mine and his hands moved up to push my dress off of me. Once it was over my head, he threw it somewhere behind us. Now he was fully clothed with his purple shirt hanging on his torso and I was in only my black matching underwear.
Joker then sat up straight and his eyes raked over my body, mine watching him intently.
“We’ve got something beautiful here.” He stated loudly with a lustful smile. “Aren’t you beautiful, my dear?” He asked rethorically and I couldn’t help but to giggle and bite my lip. I watched as his face lowered down to my neck and he started slowly leaving rough kisses on my skin. I moaned as he traced his lips down my body, the valley of my breasts and he stopped at the middle of my tummy.
“Look at me, doll.” He said quite sternly. I opened my eyes and looked down at him staring at me, his chin resting on my stomach. “Tell me what you want.” He said. He then turned his head so his cheek was on my stomach and his hands were resting under my body. “What do you want… What do you want… What do you want… Tell me, tell me, tell me…” he said, playing with the skin of my back.
“What re the options, Daddy?” I asked, in a half-moan. This all was turning me on so badly I just wanted him to take me right there, right now.
“Well… we could always just go with the boring option… or we could play games… or I could use my fingers, lips or any toy to make you, doll, pleased.” He said with joy filled eyes. “Today’s your day, baby girl. Daddy’s already happy, and he’ll be even more happy if his doll is.” He finished and I smiled at him. “So make your choice, darling.”
“Oh, Daddy, I would love to have your fingers work wonders on me…” I moaned out.
“Beg for it, baby girl.”
“Oh, please, please, please, Daddy, I want your fingers so bad.” I whined, shutting my eyes closed. “Daddy, please.”
“You sound desperate, doll, so…” He rose up in a sitting position, straddling the sides of my hips. “I will give you what you want.” Mr. J said, tracing his fingers all over my face, moving them just the way to arouse me. I bet my panties were so wet it was visible. Jesus Christ, the things this man made me feel…
His fingers moved down to my neck, then to my bra covered chest, kneading and touching it perfectly. Where has he been? He knows how to please a woman so well. He ripped my bra in half and threw it away. Multiple moans left my mouth, getting louder each time.
“Yes, baby, be loud, I love to hear you.” Joker encouraged me, moving his fingers further down my body and stopping just above my underwear. “Where do you want my fingers, doll?” He teased, tracing the line of my underwear with his fingers. “Do you want them…” he said, suddenly cupping my heat and making my back arch up from his bed. “There? Would that be okay with you?” Joker leaned in close to my face, his other hand supporting my back, so we were both sitting up. I put my arms around his neck. “Speak.” He growled.
“Y-yes, Daddy,” I managed to choke out. “Right there.” I said just before Joker pressed on my underwear, beginning to trace circles after. “Daddy, that feels s-so good….” I moaned out, dipping my fingers into his skin. He teased my center before moving my underwear to the side and continuing his work without a fabric bothering. “Daddy, please….”
“What? What is it?” Joker asked. “You don’t like it if I tease you, huh? You don’t like that?” He asked with a fake pout on his lips.
“M-more, please, Daddy…” I begged. I bet there was a satisfied smirk on his face, but I didn’t see. His finger entering me had my eyes closed shut and mouth wide open, high pitched moans leaving it. “Oh, yes…” I sighed in pleasure, only to be interrupted when he added another finger, nearly reaching my G-spot. I almost screamed when he did that, it was more of like a scream and a moan mixed together. Mr. J began to circle them both around in me, bringing me closer to my release any second.
“Are you going to cum on my fingers like the naughty girl you are?” He huskily spoke in my ear, making me near my orgasm even faster. “Go on, do it. Come all over Daddy’s fingers, baby.” He spoke and that was all it took. My body shook, if I hadn’t been holding onto his neck, I’d probably hit the bed hard. With many moans and Mr. J holding me, I finally came to my release.
“Baby, that was wonderful.” He spoke with an audible smirk. I opened my eyes and looked at him, he raised his fingers in my view and licked them clean, humming. “You taste so sweet. I wish I could taste more of you, but not tonight…” Joker said and then leaned forward and kissed me… passionately? It must be a hallucination from the mind-blowing orgasm I just had. With as much energy as I had left, I kissed him back, being laid back down on the mattress under Joker’s body. “Now, baby girl, I hope you can take one more.”
“Of course I can, Daddy.” I replied with a smile. “I can do anything for you.”
“Perfect.” He says and connects our lips again. Joker’s hands then reached down to his pants to unzip them. Soon enough the only thing he was wearing was the shirt, which barely covered anything except his arms. He pulled my panties down my legs and leant back over me. My hands slithered on his chest, reaching under the shirt and tugging it off. Mr. J quickly took it off himself, showing me the whole glory, aka his body. God, he was truly something. I ran my hands over both of his biceps, admiring how strong they were, he was. All his tattoos looked so good on his white skin, it was a total contrast.
“Doll, you’ll have another time to analyze my body, but it’s not now.” Joker spoke, aligning himself with my entrance. “I believe we have something better to do now, don’t we?” He said before pushing all the way in, making me yelp out loudly. I had forgot how roughly gentle he was during sex, god… I loved it. I loved everything about him.
“Please, faster..” I moaned out. Soon enough I got what I wanted, Joker and me both moaning in sync. He kissed down my neck while pounding into me like there was no tomorrow, totally leaving a hickey here and there.
“Are you close, baby?” He whispered lowly.
“I am now…” I said.
“Are you going to cum for the second time tonight, doll?” He teased, knowing just how to speak to get me cum sooner. “Aren’t you a naughty little slut for Daddy?”
“Y-yes, Daddy, I am…” It was so hard to speak while he was so deep in me, he was already touching my G-spot again. “Can you p-please go.. Ah! Deeper…” I asked, knowing it’d hurt a bit, but it would be worth it. Joker pushed harder, deeper into me, stretching me out a bit more than before. A string of moans came past my lips when he went probably balls deep in me, and it felt so amazing. “I’m s-so, so close, Daddy…” I moaned out, pulling him closer to me and scratching my nails against the skin of his back.
“Cum, baby, cum for me…” He said shakily, shooting his load in me just as I came undone. My legs were shaking and we were both sweating and breathing heavily. He pulled his member out of me and collapsed on the bed next to me. Now one thing I knew about him was that he couldn’t let anyone see him defeated or just… done in general. But he looked quite exhausted now, beaten down.
J looked at me and turned my face in his direction by grabbing my chin. My eyelids were dropping close already, I could barely see him in front of me.
“Rest, my doll.” He said. “You did amazing.” Him kissing my lips was the last thing I felt before totally blacking out.
a/n: i fINISHED IT OMG YES AHAHHAHAH I AM SO WRITING THE NEXT MORNING TOMORROW MUHAHAHAHH THANKS FOR READING I LOVE YOU ALL SO MUCH REBLOG AND LIKE IF YOU NEED HOLY WATER I HOPE ITS NOT AS BAD AS I THINK IT IS
A/N: My loves, I may have another series on my hands. (Chapter One: Unexpected Reader) A series involving the first series, which will make much more sense later. I don’t know if this will be a hit or a total miss, but a girl’s gotta try it out. (I feel like us fan fic writers will appreciate this love story.) Anyhoo, enjoy! ❤️
Your fingers absentmindedly thrummed the tabletop as you murmured the last line you just wrote to yourself. “Across the room, Chris watched you intently with a small smile on his lips. He thought of approaching you, but wondered if you were the kind of girl that would appreciate or reject his boldness.” You chewed the inside of your cheek, your finger hovering over the backspace key on your MacBook. It seemed like yet another cliché, and though clichés were what you and your hopeless romantics readers loved- you wanted to expand yourself. You huffed and pressed the delete key, allowing your words to get chewed up by the blinking bar.
“Now what was wrong with that?” You flinched and tensed when you heard an oddly familiar male voice come from over your shoulder; he was so close to you that you would feel the warmth of his minty breath on your cheek. “Clichés are great.” He winced as he pulled back, knowing he’d gotten a little too close. “I mean- there’s a reason they’re overused, right?”
Now usually, you weren’t the kind of person who would snap at a stranger in an airport; you were too worried about the repercussions to do that. Usually, you’d just send a death defying glare their way and let your eyes do the talking; you’d been told you had a very intimidating face, which you no doubt got from your mom. But this was different, this was a stranger reading your writing without permission. You’d always been incredibly protective and defensive when it came to your writing and people peering at your screens- be it laptop, iPad, or iPhone. It was your biggest pet peeve; you hated having people stand behind you while you were on any of those said devices. It wasn’t like you had something to hide, you just didn’t like your privacy being invaded.
“Thanks for the input I didn’t ask for.” You bit as you abruptly closed the screen of your MacBook; you heard him chuckle softly. “Do you want to know what I think?” You quizzed rhetorically as you turned to shoot the nosy stranger your famous glare. “I think you should mind-” You cut yourself off when you saw who it was. “Oh my God,” you breathed, “you’re Chris Evans.”
Yes, Chris Evans. Christopher Robert Evans as in the talented actor and director; Captain America himself; the brown haired, blue eyed, Bostonian angel; the man you could only dream of marrying one day; and the one who accompanied your protagonist in all her life endeavors. Chris Evans was actually in front of you, and talking to you, and breathing the same air as you, and all you’d said to him so far was “thanks for the input I didn’t ask for” as well as “I think you should mind your own damn business.” Even though you didn’t get to finish your latter, it was still not the way you’d imagined your first meeting with your celebrity crush to go.
“Yes I am,” he walked to sit in the chair opposite you, “but don’t let that stop you.”
Chris was trying not to show too much amusement, but he couldn’t help his smile. You were exactly the kind of girl he liked- sassy, but clearly sweeter than honey. He’d seen you earlier, when you were both checking in. You were talking to the little boy in front of you; he was wearing glasses too big for his face, but between you and young Jasper- Chris found you cuter. He then spotted you again in the departure hall, talking to an airport security dog while its officer was searching someone else’s bag. He was about to approach you when the officer took the dog away and you’d walked off, pouting. He thought that was it, that he wouldn’t have the chance to talk to you again- you may have been on the same flight but you were sitting in different classes- but then, he came across you sitting in Starbucks. He spotted you in the window and decided it was time he got to actually meeting you, rather than admiring you from afar. So far, his decision to approach you had been one of his best.
“You think I should mind…” He trailed off, his beautiful blue eyes urging you to continue.
“Your own damn business,” you mumbled sheepishly as you cussed yourself out. It wasn’t until he laughed that you felt a little better, guessed he was as nice as everyone said he was. “I am so sorry. I’m not usually that rude, I just-” you swallowed when you saw his intent gaze on you. “I don’t like it when people look at my screen. I’m very protective of my writing and I don’t-”
“Don’t even worry about it,” he cut you off with one of his typical, heart thumping Chris Evans smile. “I’m not usually that nosy. It’s just that I heard you mumble my name and you were watching your screen so intently that I got curious as to what had your attention. Fan fiction is an interesting thing,” he commented with a soft chuckle.
“Oh God,” you blushed deeply. “It’s not- um- I don’t- you see-” you rambled and he laughed, placing a comforting hand over yours to soothe you. “I’m Y/N and I’m studying to be a screenwriter. I write fan fiction on Tumblr to put my work out there and get real people reviews,” you explained in a frazzled tone. “I’m so sorry, I don’t mean any disrespect.”
“Oh, I know. You don’t have to apologize,” he smiled again and your heart fluttered again. “I think writing about someone is the greatest form of flattery. So relax,” he gave your hand a quick pat then pulled away, “I’m very flattered.”
“No you’re not,” you breathed in disbelief.
“Yes I am,” he chuckled. “It’s interesting to see how others see me, even if my fans may be a little biased.” He winked at you with a click of his tongue and you thought you’d swoon right there and then. “It’s nice to know people think I’d make a good boyfriend, and husband, and father. It’s actually very reassuring,” he admitted with a sheepish smile. “I was starting to think I was the problem in my failed relationships.”
“You’re not serious,” you laughed and he smiled, appreciating how lovely you and your laughter was. “You’re like the perfect man. There is no way you were the problem in any of your failed relationships,” you said and suffered immediate regret, realizing you’d offended his exes. “Of course- I don’t mean any disrespect to anyone you’ve dated.” He laughed again, noting how cute you were when you panicked. “Jenny’s awesome, I loved her in Parks and Rec-”
“Hey,” he said and you stopped, holding your breath for some reason. “Breathe, Y/N.” He instructed and you did as he said. “I’m not going to bite your head off for speaking your piece. I know you don’t mean any harm with anything you say, so just- calm down, okay?” You nodded and he smiled. “I like hearing what you have to say, it’s very refreshing.”
“That’s very sweet of you to say,” you blushed again. “You know- I’ve only ever been called refreshing in my own stories.” You joked then laughed when he did. “Looks like someone is living up to that level of perfection us fan girls have created.”
“Oh, stop it.” He chuckled and waved his hand, feeling heat rise to his own cheeks. “Fan fic Chris might be perfect, but I don’t think I am.” He joked and you chuckled. “I mean- Fan fic Chris wouldn’t have read over your shoulder like that, he’d buy you a coffee first then politely ask what you were working on.”
“Hey, no one’s stopping you from doing that now.” You heard yourself flirt and you wanted to slap yourself in the face. What were you doing? This was Chris freaking Evans! He’d dated huge names, names that you couldn’t beat even in your best day. You needed to quit while you were ahead, you needed to just ask for a photo then leave him alone. You knew all that, yet the next words left your lips anyway, “I’m all for do-overs.”
“Aren’t I lucky?” He grinned which made you smile. “I’ll be right back then. You’re a…” He pointed at you as he rose to his feet, his tone and facials showed that he was trying to guess your drink so you didn’t offer any help. “Vanilla latte, kinda girl?” He quizzed and you felt your lips part in awe; how he guessed that was beyond both of you.
“Not bad, Mr. Evans.”
“Thank you,” he smiled, doing a small bow. “And call me Chris, ‘cause Mr. Evans is my dad and I’m not that old.” He joked and you nodded, chuckling. “Okay then, I’ll be right back. Oh-” he stopped and turned back, “just to make sure you don’t run off. Hold my phone, will you?”
“You want me to hold your phone for you?” You frowned when he nodded, smiling. “You do realize we just met, right?” He nodded. “And I’m a fan, like- a huge fan?” He nodded again. “Aren’t you worried I’ll go through your photos, or steal Sebastian Stan’s phone number?”
“Not really,” he shook his head. “I mean- I’ve got nothing to hide, and you don’t look like the kind of girl who would do that kind of thing anyway.” You bit back your smile; that was true. “As for stealing Seb’s number, well- I think he’d be lucky to have you in his life.”
“Okay, now that sounds like a line Fan fic Chris would say,” you teased him and he laughed. “Exactly how much fan fic do you read, Chris Evans?” You asked with a smug smirk, which turned into more of a shy smile when he winked. “Do you have a secret Tumblr account to keep track on all the writing we do about you?”
“I’m going to plead the fifth to that question.” He started towards the counter, glancing back at a giggling you as he did. “Don’t go anywhere, okay?” You nodded and he smiled as he told you, “I want to hear more about you and your writing.”
Jessica and Mary were twins. Jessica’s actions put Mary in
Radley. Jessica had an affair with Peter Hastings. Melissa was born and Jason
was born AND GOD ONLY KNOWS HOW, but Charles was born too. I guess Pastor Ted
were having sex with his mental high school girlfriend or something. Mary
(WHILE BEING RADLEY PATIENT STILL!), pretend she was her sister and she seduced
Peter and she had twins. She sold one of her daughters AND THEN SHE GET OUT OF
RADLEY… Around this time Jessica and Kenneth send Charles to Radley, so at
least we know that Mary and Cece wasn’t in Radley at the same time. At least.
But I’m still curious why Jessica took Charles in a first place. But who cares
about Charles.. It was only big deal in like two or three seasons, season 7
have nothing to do with previous seasons, let’s make that clear.
Ok, so Charles become Charlotte or Cece or whatever and
transforming from boy to a girl haven’t really changed her twisted mind and she
was jealous of Alison or Spencer or.. who cares? But it’s fine, she take the
game from mona even when mona never had any real motive to start the game with,
but let’s forget about this. Wait, no. I won’t forget.
Mona always wanted to be friends with Alison and she was
obsessed with her. She even made herself a creepy room in Lost woods resort,
and then she helped Alison to run away. And then she was popular and best
friends with hannah, and then after a year Aria came back and she started
blackmailing them and only explanation we’ve got was that SPENCER, EMILY AND
ARIA TOOK HANNA AWAY FROM HER.. WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK?!
And then Cece took the game, and we should just ignore all
time gaps and wholes, and all unanswered questions we’d ever have about Cece
and how she used to kiss her own cousin.
But then she was blamed for Wildens death and she used
Alison passport to get away from the country. And as we know now, she did it
because Wren called her and told her that she has a sister. And then she met
Archer Dunhil on the plane and they fall madly in love. Sure.
And ok, I’m willing to believe it. All of it. Alex as Spencers
secret, evil twin, and Cece as transgender older sister. And I can believe that
Cece and Alex felt like that because they were having some rough time and were
jelaous. I’m willing to believe that all the clues were there only to hide the
biggest secret what was left till the very end.
I’m going to forget about Maya, Ian, Garrett and Wilden.
I’m not going to ask why they never explained what was Jenna
doing, I’m not going to ask about Lucas, Paige, Melissa and Jason anymore. NAT
club? Forget about this! It was never important. I won’t ask why Archer was
flirting with Alison and having an affair with her even when he was in love
with Charlotte. Alison wanted to get Cece out, so he never had to persuade her
to help her. I don’t care why you can’t turn your back on a Hastings, or what
happened to Tippi the bird. I won’t even bother to ask for how long Mary was
with Alex, was she with her while she was living in London? Or was it actually
Alex dressed up as a guy in a dollhouse? That’s why spencer felt like she knew
But tell me just one thing. Only one thing I need to know
HOW THE HELL ALEX BUILD THIS BUNKER UNDER ALREADY BUILT
I’d like to think that this show was special for me, and all
journey was just great.
But let me say this, that since season 4 it was just
different. It was tiring, because all we could get out of it is more questions.
And this whole Addison story was like a slap for me.
There were s omany ways to end this show. With Ezra,
Melissa, Lucas and Cece together, even with Jason. But it’s not only the finale
I’m pissed at. I’m pissed on whole last 3 seasons. It was like in season 4 all
the writers decided they don’t give a fuck anymore. They were like:
Oh shit, look what all the fans are doing on Tumblr, all
these theories and how they pick up the smallest things (WHICH WERE TOLD US TO
BE IMPORTANT! JUST HAVE A LOOK ON ALL MARLENE PLL TWEETS AND CLUES………….) and
making bad ass theories.
You know what, I’m just …
Thank you all theorists here and fans who made this pll
journey so great. You guys are the only reason that this show was special. Ok,
you and Troian.
“Happy Birthday, Jen,” you whispered against his neck as he slowly stirred in the dark bedroom of your Vancouver apartment. You kissed his lips slowly as he rolled over on his back, allowing you to slid on top of him, his morning erection pressing at your bare core, already attentive and needy.
“Hmmmmm,” Jensen moaned against your lips. “A beautiful young woman on top of me. That’s an awesome birthday present to wake up to,” he yawned, wrapping his arms around your waist and holding you close to him.
“Oh it gets better, sweetheart,” you teased as you kissed down your husband’s neck, moving over his bare chest and down the grooves of his abdomen, your nails scrapping his skin lightly until you settled over his erection.
“God I love this day,” he growled as his eyes meeting yours before he let his head fall back against the pillow, the feel of your tongue sending him into a whole new world of pleasure.
Suddenly you were thrown back almost ten years, to the birthday that started this little birthday tradition.
March 1, 2008
“Hey Y/F/N!” Jensen yelled as he crossed the dark room toward you with two drinks in his hand. You had just joined the Supernatural family this season, and it had been a wild one. It was season three and there had been a writer’s strike, so there wasn’t as much time spent filming which left a little more time for play.
Like celebrating Jensen’s birthday, one of the stars of the show. You had become fast friends with him and his co-star Jared. Jensen was nine years older than you, Jared four and a half, but you were so much like them, being from the south, that you fit right in and three of you became nearly inseparable. The chemistry between the three of you had been incredible from the start.
You chuckled at him. It was his 30th birthday, and he was already well on his way to being completely and totally sloshed.
“Hey Jen,” you smiled. “Not exactly taking it easy are we?” you laughed, watching him sway a little as he handed you one of the drinks in his hand.
“It’s my birthday woman!” he replied, a little loudly. “And I’m fucking thirty,” he emphasized that last word like it was some magic rite of passage that explained everything.
“Oh thirty!” you said with an eye roll. “That some magic number Ackles?” you asked.
“As a matter of fact, it is sweetheart,” Jensen answered, taking a drink from his glass. “But you’ve got a long time before you figure that out, youngin’” he teased. “Like what, nine years?” he scoffed.
You rolled your eyes dramatically.
“Just because I’m only 21 doesn’t mean I don’t know how to have a good time, asshole,” you said with a wink. “You’re working on not getting the present that I got you,” you added with an evil smile.
You caught his attention at that, and he set his drink down, leaning in closer to you, his chin on his hand as his eye lit up brightly.
“Are you finally going to give me that kiss I’ve been begging for?” he teased with a smile.
“Jensen Ross Ackles, I’m a lady,” you said, feigning shock by placing a hand over your heart. “I would never,” you laughed.
His eyes widened playfully as he watched you carefully.
“But wouldn’t you? It is my birthday after all,” he retorted.
You laughed in earnest.
“Who gives a fuck if it’s your birthday, Ackles? My birthday was two months ago and what did I get?” you asked. “Oh yea,” you laughed, “You and Jared took me out and got me wasted and then you spent the evening holding my head up out of a toilet,” you reminded him.
He smiled and laughed as he covered his face, embarrassed.
“That’s an awesome gift, dude,” you said with an eye roll. “I would have preferred a kiss.”
He watched you carefully.
“Well, Y/N, that wasn’t exactly how I had planned that night to go. Who knew you were such a lightweight,” he teased, stepping closer to you. “Guess you learned your lesson, huh?” he said as he placed a tentative hand on your hip, pulling you closer to him.
“Yeah,” you whispered, barely loud enough for him to hear you.
“Well, then I guess your birthday present is long overdue. Even if it is my birthday. I’ll make an exception this time,” he said, his lips lowering to yours.
Your breath caught in your throat as he stopped, his lips hovering over yours.
“I mean, if you want the present,” he teased, his nose bumping yours softly.
You grabbed a fistful of his t-shirt and pulled his lips to yours. They crashed together, sparks flying the minute the two of you connected. Jensen wrapped his arms around your waist, drawing you closer to him, his tongue sliding along your bottom lip, begging entrance.
He slid in your mouth with ease, his tongue fighting yours for dominance. He won easily, and you moaned quietly into his mouth as your free hand reached around to play with the short hairs at the back of his head.
Finally the two of you pulled away, breathless, both of your chests heaving.
“That a better present?” he asked, a smiled spreading across his face, reaching his eyes and causing them to crinkle slightly.
“Hell yeah,” you whispered as you un-clutched his shirt, smoothing it out across his chest, his muscles rippling in response to your touch.
He leaned close, whispering in your ear. “So what did you get me?”
You looked him in the eye, threaded your hand with his, and led him away from the crowd, back to a private room.
“Something you’re never gonna forget,” you smiled wildly, leading him away.
“Holy shit,” he murmured, following you, watching your hips sway tantalizingly. “Best birthday, ever,” he growled once you were alone, and you pulled him close, kissing him fiercely.
“You’ll never forget turning 30, Jen,” you whispered against his lips as your fingers reached for his jeans. “I can promise you that,” you added as you slid down in front of him, your hands pushing down is pants and briefs, showing him just how much you wanted him and giving him the best birthday present a man could ask for.
A/N: It’s been a while since my last imagine and as you can see this time it’s not one about Reggie.
I just love Jeff so much and he obviously DESERVED BETTER, so I hope you like it. He doesn’t die in this one and honestly I don’t think I will ever write one of those because I lost someone ina¡ a car accident and I can’t even read the imagines about Jeff dying because I literally cry.
Please don’t ever drink and drive and always be careful on the road. Be safe. ❤️
Warnings: Maybe some misspelled things, but I’m Spanish, I try my best.
I wasn’t someone new at all in
Liberty high even though it seem like I was. I went to school with most of the
people in this high school, I was their classmate until the first year in high
school when I moved to another city, but now I was back for my junior and
So as I was saying I wasn’t a new
student, but people acted like they didn’t know who I was, they treated me like
if I didn’t knew the place or the students and after explaining a few people
the whole story I gave up and I just went along.
It has been a week since I arrived
and I still noticed the stares I got in the halls and how when I passed next to
a group of girls they would start whispering. I knew they were talking about
me, I knew there were rumours out there but I didn’t care at all.
One morning while I was grabbing a
book from my locker and thinking about nothing in particular I heard someone
calling me from behind and when I turned I realized it was Jeff Atkins.
“Hey! You are Jedd right?” I was
trying to make a joke but I saw that he was taking it seriously so I stopped
trying to be funny “Just kidding, I remember you Jeff” when I said that he
“I just wanted to know how are you
handling being in Liberty high again” Jeff has always been one of the few good people
around here, he wasn’t afraid to talk with everyone even though he didn’t know
that person, and he was so nice with every one, that was one of the reasons why
all the girls always liked him and I was sure that hasn’t change a bit.
“Fine, I guess” I said closing my
locker “it is like no one remembers me tho”
“If it makes you feel better I
didn’t forget about you” I gave him a smile “and Clay and Tony remember you
too” he sounded like he was trying to play down about what he said first.
“It makes me feel better, indeed” we
remain silence, it was a little uncomfortable because I didn’t know why he came
to talk to me in the first place, I was grateful because it really felt good to
know that he remembered me and that he wanted to talk to me, but still it felt
odd having in account he was one of the most popular guys in high school.
The bell saved us from that silence,
we had to go to class so I just say goodbye and I started walking to my next
class, but Jeff called me again and I turned to look at him.
“Are you going to Jess’ party
tonight?” I didn’t know why he was so interested suddenly, but it didn’t bother
me at all.
“I don’t know, are you?”
“Then maybe I’ll show up” I answered
giggling and turning again to leave that hall.
Was I being flirty with Jeff Atkins?
I had no idea how I got to that point, but I had done it and I think he wanted
me at the party, despite that fact I didn’t want to create false illusions to
find out that it was all part of some fantasy of mine.
I didn’t think about that for the
rest of the day until I saw my new friend Hannah Baker and she talked to me
about that party and how Clay asked her if she was going to go. Neither of us
knew what to do, we had thought of doing something more relaxing than a party,
but we decided to go.
I was designated driver for the
night, so that way Hannah could drink whatever she wanted. I didn’t have a problem
because I actually didn’t like alcohol like most of the teenagers, so I drove
When we arrived to the party it was
pretty crowed, the house was full and also was the front yard. Most of the
people there were already wasted.
We went to the kitchen while I was
looking for a certain someone, but I wouldn’t say that out loud, I think Hannah
was looking for someone too and she was the first to find him.
We approached Clay and a big smile
appeared in his face when he saw us.
“I didn’t know you were coming!”
“We are full of surprises” Hannah
answered almost sounding nervous.
“There are drinks in the kitchen… we
can go there”
“Not form me, designated driver” I
said pointing at me.
“I’ll drink for you” Hannah added.
We followed Clay to the kitchen, but
I looked outside in the way and I found who I was looking for. I tapped Hannah
in the shoulder so she could see me going to the back yard.
I laid on the wall and I looked at him
until he looked in my direction and when he noticed me I saw a bigger smile in
I waved at him and started to walk
in his direction, but he reached me before I could walk more than two steps.
“You came” I don’t know how he did
it, but his smile was one of the most precious things I’ve ever seen.
“Yeah… but not because I like
parties” I answered giggling “I’m…” I looked around before ending the sentence
“working as cupid” I added in a whisper “Hannah obviously likes Clay, so I came
to make sure they spend time together and hopefully something happens in the
process and I’m proud to admit that I’m reaching my goal”
“Wow, we have more in common than I thought”
did he really spend time thinking about what we had in common? “Because I’ve
been trying to get those two together since Hannah came to Liberty” I couldn’t
help but smile when I talked to him.
“We’re really good friends, they own
us so much” I laughed.
“Hey (Y/N)!” we both looked in Jess’
direction; she was calling me from the door “Do you want to join us? We’re
playing suck and blow”
I felt Jeff’s gaze on me even before
Jess could finish her proposal and to be honest I couldn’t help but grimace
thinking about kissing some drunk teenage by accident.
“No Jess, thank you, but I’m good”
she was pretty wasted because she almost fell when she tried to go back inside
I looked at Jeff again and I found
his blue eyes on me, which made me a little nervous, but I controlled myself
“Do you want to play beer pong?” he
“I have to drive, I can’t drink”
“You can drink Coca-Cola, like me”
“Then count me in, I can teach you
how to aim” I laughed passing by his side as if I knew where I had to go.
I joined him and a couple of his
friends, who were drunk already.
I wasn’t joking when I said I had a
good aim, I got the ball in every cup, making Jeff’s friends to drink even
I was having so much fun, Jeff and I
were in the same team and we were clearly winning so we got to the point where
we throw the ball in different funny ways like for example shooting while I was
on Jeff’s back.
We were flirting all the time,
teasing each other when it was each other turn, Jeff covering my eyes, tickling
me and me trying to tickle him. I almost forgot we weren’t alone.
“I should look for Hannah” I said
breathless for all the laughing.
“She’s over there with Clay” I
followed Jeff indication and I saw them sitting by the pool, just talking.
“Hey Atkins! We need more beer!” I
turned to look at who was saying that, but I didn’t know who he was.
“No problem!” Jeff answered.
My facial expression changed suddenly
and I think Jeff noticed because his changed when he turned to me.
“Are you really going?”
“Yeah” he looked confused by my
“They had enough for tonight; they
won’t even notice the lack of alcohol in their systems”
“Hey you don’t have to worry, I had
two beer two hours ago, you’ve seen me drinking Coca-Cola” but that didn’t calm
me, I wasn’t a big fan of driving in general, I lost someone in a car accident
and I’ve been pretty scared since then.
“I know, but… maybe there’s someone out
there who is driving drunk and you pay the consequences”
“I promise I’ll be careful, I’ll be
back before you even notice I’m gone” he said caressing my arm, trying to calm
I saw him leaving, but I couldn’t
let him go so I called him again and he turned in my direction.
“Please Jeff… stay” he remained
silent, looking my way, probably really confused, but he smiled again and came
“Why it is so important? I’ve done
this a lot of times, I’ll be fine”
“Because…” I looked to my side, thinking
if I was going to do what I was thinking right now. It was now or never, so I
cupped his face with my hands and sorted the distance between our lips.
He kissed me back and I could hear
people whistling around us, something that made me laugh in the kiss.
“Is this a good reason?” I asked
when we broke the kiss.
“A really good one” he answered
kissing me again before I could say anything else.