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*The Hobbit

•Thranduil x Reader

~After overhearing him downplay your significance in your life, you attempt to show Thranduil just how far he’s willing to go to keep you

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This story was written in answer to an anonymous request for a sub Thranduil x Reader! Hope you enjoy 😊🦌 xx

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“(Y/N)!” You knew he was mere feet behind you at this point, but you didn’t care. You were past it in fact.

“(Y/N), I didn’t realise you were there-“ he reaches out and takes hold of your arm in a bid to get you to face him, though just as he does so, you break free from his grasp and round on him of your own accord.

He stops suddenly in response to your own unexpected action, he takes a step back, his eyes sparking with something you can’t quite read. He opens his mouth, but before he can utter a syllable you beat him to it.

“Is that your way of apologising?” You scoffed, brows rising at his audacity.

You knew that elves were complicated beings, but the constant unpredictability in your interactions was really beginning to infuriate you.

This man had been on his high stag for far too long, you remember imagining all the ways you could rip him off it the first time you’d met. The thoughts had simmered down over time only still rose on occasion, only now seeming to come back in full force.

All the ways you could but couldn’t.

You’d thought after nearly three years of bicker and banter, of getting to know each other little by little after each prickly interaction that he’d come to see you with at least a shred of respect.

You weren’t expecting your relationship to bloom into a bed of roses, though you thought not for the first time, that it was a rather fitting comparison for the eleven king before you.

Pretty to admire, but still sharp enough to draw blood if not careful. And you’d clearly gotten too comfortable.

“I thought we’d come see past something as trivial as our species.”

His own brow dips at your words, “we have -“

“Do, not, insult, me, Thranduil.” You don’t doubt he expected a more explosive reaction, though you weren’t in the mood to give him the satisfaction.

You knew your cold venomous tone would hit him harder than any show of anger. His words had pushed you past that.

You knew they only hurt so much because you’d allowed yourself to open up enough with him to let it affect you so. But the feeling was mutual, or so you’d thought.

He wasn’t as defensive or confrontational as he used to be, his gaze towards you had softened significantly, he’d taken to seeking out your company more often than not… he’d even shown you his scars after a drunken rage one night.

You’d found him drunk in the courtyard and he’d opened up to you about his past despite your efforts to stop him, and you’d matched that display of trust by telling him about your own life.

Yous had forged a bond, despite your differences, and found many unexpected similarities in the process.

“I thought… I thought we were past the point of you looking down on me.” Even the beginning of something more, despite you being human, he’d come to see past that. Hadn’t he?

“I… I didn’t think,” you cut him off once more.

“No, you didn’t.”

His words circle your mind once more; shes just a human.

The cold detatched tone he’d so eloquently wielded had pierced you deep. You weren’t just a human. You were a warrior, a woman capable of more than he could even begin to imagine.

You’d studied with wizards, crafted with dwarves, fought with elves, conquered trolls and goblins alike.

Many a man had tried to tame you, many a beast sought your throat; but none had succeeded.

You’d single-handedly built alliances and destroyed the ego of many tyrannical men from all walks of life.

Your value and accomplishments had not only brought you to Mirkwood, but had in fact also been the foundation from where your interactions had stemmed. Where respect had grown.

You had come on a political mission with Elrond, and had stayed to aid in the cleansing of Mirkwood; a proposition that Thranduil had personally put forward.

It would seem you’d become too comfortable.

Too tame.

“I did not mean for it to come across how it did, it was not my intention to insult you. Please believe that.” His tone held a softness, one he often used away from prying eyes and ears.

Though you knew that many suspected that there was something between the pair of you, he wasn’t as subtle as he liked to think he was. You’d often heard the elves within his court mumbling about you; Thranduil’s human.

“Old habits die hard, I assume?” You offered, your lips quirking at one corner in a bid to lay a false sense of security.

He seemed to measure your words, before bowing his head slightly in acceptance. His hands rose up to settle on your biceps, giving them a gentle squeeze.

“If you will allow it, I would make it up to you, show you my regret.” You could see a glimmer of relief in his eyes, and the observation only added fuel to the fire burning in your veins.

“And how would you do that?” It wasn’t often the eleven king apologised for anything, rarer still that he would admit his wrong and offer something in turn.

“Name it, name it and it shall be yours.” One of his hands dropped back to his side, whilst the other, glided down the length of your arm to curl around your own limp hand.

“Anything.” Oh the possibilities he offered with one word.

You squeezed his digits with a smile, knowing exactly what you wanted.

“I want you to show me.”

“Show you what?” His eyes glimmered with curiosity, his head tilts ever so slightly to the side as you tilt your own head back to look him in the eye.

“You respect me?” His eyes widen ever so slightly at your question.

“Of course.” His reply was quick, his tone steadfast in its delivery.

“You would have me stay by your side?” You knew your questions were more than a little self serving, but you knew what you wanted, and once you had your mind set on something…

Well, your stubbornness wouldn’t let it go so easily.

“I doubt there’s much I wouldn’t do for the honour,” his eyes narrowed at his admission, seeming to take yous both aback by his honesty, “I know I don’t often say it. But I speak the truth.

You were quiet for a moment.

A part of you felt bad for where you were taking this, but the other part, the part that had gotten you to where to were in life urged you forward.

“If you truly want my forgiveness, then show me how far you’re willing to go to obtain it.”

“What would you have me do?”

“Kneel.”

You heard him exhale, a small shark sound that told you he most certainly did not expect those words.

His brows furrow as he searches your face for something, humour perhaps, though you were far from joking. His body language, and his hesitation spoke volumes.

“If you aren’t willing, then you have my word, that this is where I draw the line.”

His gaze flicks down the embankment were a platoon of his men await his commands. He knew as well as you did that the pair of you were in plain sight should anyone look up.

You both knew what it would mean for him to follow through with your ultimatum. What it would mean for him, and for you.

For once, the mighty Thranduil seemed speechless, and you took great pride in that.

“I won’t repeat myself Thranduil, if you want my forgiveness, if you want back my respect, if you truly want me by your side then you will do as I ask.

He had belittled you in front of your allies, and what’s worse behind your back. Or so he had thought.

He seemed to be weighing out the pros and cons, and quite frankly, that notion only infuriated you more.

You allowed a humourless breath to escape you, before pulling your hand from his and turning your back on him. You hadn’t even taken a step before he finally reacted.

“Wait.”

You glance over your shoulder, brow quirked at his tone, something he seems to pick up on.

He raises a hand in a placating motion, no doubt battling his pride.

Your body turns, eager to see what he would do. You could hear the resignation in his tone and was curious to see where he’d go with this.

His eyes fluttered closed as he released a breath, just as your own caught in your throat at the sight of him lowering his impressive height.

Inch by inch he dropped until he rested on his knees before you.

Satisfaction warmed your belly at the sight of him, you squashed the guilty part of you, silenced the voice urging you to take back your words.

Before you was none other than the eleven king, kneeling before a mere human, like a man at prayer.

“Look at me.” He obeys, his captivating silver gaze catching your own (E/C) orbs, each burning with something the other can’t quite read.

“What do you want?” A look of confusion briefly crossed his face, before his head falls back to better look at you.

“What do you want from me Thranduil?”

Were you taking this too far? Perhaps, but you weren’t going to stop, not now.

He swallowed thickly, eyes never leaving your own. His arms lay by his side as you took a step towards him, wanting a closer look at his submission.

“What could you want from a mere human?” Cruel and cunning, weren’t words often used to describe you. You didn’t enjoy acting as such, not normally, but you wanted to remind him that you had thorns too.

“Everything.” His dazed response gave you pause for a moment.

You hummed at his words, hand reaching out to tilt his chin back further. You kept your eyes locked with him as you done so.

Your gaze keen and sharp as you observed his reaction; tour confidence grew by the second. Your fingers graze the length down his neck before stopping to linger over his jugular, lightly tracing your fingertips over his pale skin.

A shuddered breath escaped him as he watched you.

His eyes glinted with something, something you couldn’t read but instinctively knew. It had anticipation building in your belly, and you suspected he felt similarly.

“You’ll need to earn that, in time, perhaps.”

He swallowed thickly, you could feel the usually steady pulse quicken beneath your fingers, and the fact he held the position was not lost on you.

You leaned down towards him, your (H/C) locks falling round the pair of you like a curtain as you slowly closed the distance between your faces.

His eyes widened a fraction, his lips parting in anticipation for your close proximity. You craved it also, but this moment, it went deeper than physical bonds of any sort.

So you stopped, with just a whisper of space between your lips, “would you like that, Thranduil?”

You lips barely brushed against his own, though the motion of him dazedly nodding in response had his upper lip brushing against yours.

You suppressed your own shiver at the contact, but he wasn’t so quick to hide his own reaction. He arched towards you, pupils blown and breath caught.

“Your words, my king.”

“Yes.” His breathless tone was like music to your ears, and you smiled at him in response.

“Good.”

And with that single syllable, you rose back to your full height, watching eagerly as he made as though to follow after you, but remembered his position.

His eyes flickered with a mix of anticipation and confusion, his brow knitting together as realisation dawned on him.

And with that, you turned your back once more.

I’m doing so, with your presence and gaze elsewhere, Thranduil was able to think clearly.

His eyes trailed after you as you made your way back down the embankment, not once turning back to look his way, as though he wasn’t worth the effort.

But you were.

As he took in his position. As his mind replayed that last few minutes over and over again, he realised that he was indeed wrong. You were unlike anyone he had ever met, no one had ever gotten to him quite like you did.

He chuckled, humourlessly at the thought.

You were indeed, no mere human.

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Negan x Reader - The Princess And The Bodyguard

For my amazing friend @little-diable 15k celebration! Congratulations again love!

I hope you all enjoy this!

Warnings - Smut (under the cut), arranged marriage, death threats (18+)

“You’re an ass, you know that,” Y/n hissed as Negans thumb drew circles on top of her overly sensitive clit. 

He’d been teasing her for hours, bringing her to the edge of her release and then denying her at the very last second, just to do it all over again. 

But, despite her words, Y/n couldn’t deny that she loved every single torturous second of it. 

A dark chuckle fell from Negans lips as he pushed two of his fingers deep inside her dripping wet pussy, flicking her g-spot slowly as he leaned in closer to her.

“Still think I’m an ass, princess?” He asked, his lips ghosting over hers. 

Y/n opened her mouth to speak, but no words came out, instead the only sound that left her slightly swollen lips was a loud moan, as Negans fingers quickly pumped in and out of her. 

“You’re gonna get us caught, if you’re not careful,” he stated quietly, a triumphant smirk tugging at his lips as he placed his other hand over her mouth, quieting the shameless noises she was making. 

Y/n didn’t care. 

She knew this was the last time they were going to be able to be together like this; so she was going to make as much noise as she wanted. 

Negan knew this. 

And he loved it. 

He reveled in watching as her eyes rolled back in sheer pleasure; he loved watching her squirm and writhe underneath him as she desperately chased the release she’d been craving and he’d been denying. 

“You wanna cum?” He teased, feeling her clenching around his fingers at his words; knowing the answer before the words could even leave her mouth. 

“Please,” she begged, once his hand was no longer covering her mouth.

The sound of Princess Y/n begging, that was a sound he would never get tired of hearing. 

“Cum for me,” he whispered as his fingers took up the fast paced rhythm once again. 

And just like that, Y/n fell over the edge she’d been made to teeter on for so long; a symphony of moans and half spoken curse words falling from her lips before Negans hand once again muffled the sinful noises coming from the princess.   

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“This is the last time we can do this, princess,” Negan mumbled, pressing a soft kiss on Y/n's forehead, before pulling away from her completely and getting out of the bed to gather up the clothes he’d quickly discarded earlier. 

She knew it was the last time they could do this, she did. 

But she just wanted to be with Negan for a little while longer

“Stay,” Y/n's plea was barely above a whisper, but it was loud enough for Negan to hear; and drew his attention back to her. 

When his eyes met hers, he felt his heart begin to break; even more so when he noticed how her bottom lip was trembling as she tried not to cry. 

He didn’t want to go. 

His brain was screaming at him to just throw his clothes back on the floor, wrap his arms around her and never let go. 

He wanted to stay with her; but he knew he couldn’t. 

“We both know I can’t,” he answered back, sadness filling his eyes as he continued to get dressed, making sure he avoided any further eye contact with Y/n. 

He knew if he saw that sadness in her again, he wouldn’t be able to stop himself from staying. 

He hated seeing her sad. 

And he certainly hated being the cause of it. 

But she was leaving. No matter how much he hated the idea of it, it was out of both of their control. 

“You could come with me,” she offered softly, moving off of the bed, the bed sheet wrapped around her body until she stood in front of him,  her gorgeous y/e/c eyes looking up at him.  

“You could be my personal bodyguard,” she continued, lifting her free hand to Negans face, gently caressing his cheek. 

He knew he could go with her. 

Her father had already asked Negan if he would go with her, to keep an eye on her and make sure that she was safe.

And he’d said no. Not because he didn’t want to; he did. 

But because he knew that if he had to watch the man that Y/n was arranged to be marrying, he’d kill him, the second he laid a hand on her, he’d be a dead man. 

Which wouldn’t have been good for anybody. 

Negan knew that this arranged marriage between Y/n and King Rick had to work for the sake of the kingdom. 

Y/n's father was an old man, he wouldn’t be able to rule forever; so Y/n, being his only heir, would have the throne. 

Naturally, her father just wanted her to be safe and looked after when he was gone; that’s why he arranged her marriage to King Rick. Her father knew he was an honorable man who would look after his daughter and his kingdom. 

On paper it was a perfect match. 

Except for the fact that Y/n loved Negan and Negan loved Y/n back.

“I can’t,” he whispered, lifting his hand to hers, wrapping his fingers around her wrist, wishing that he could just stay in this moment with her forever. 

“We both know I wouldn’t be able to look at you with him everyday, without wanting to-” he stopped the final words from falling from his lips, instead it was a sigh that came from his lips instead as leaned down and rested his forehead against hers. 

He was fighting every urge he had to kiss her again knowing that if he did, he’d never be able to let her go. 

“In another life, we're together right?” She sniffled, trying to stop the tears that were forming in her eyes from falling. 

That question….it was enough to break his heart completely. 

“Oh I fucking hope so, princess,” he replied, noticing how his own voice shook a little.

He pulled away slightly, pressing a quick kiss on her forehead before grabbing his jacket, throwing it over his shoulder and making his way to the door. 

His hand hovered over the door knob for a few seconds longer than it should’ve; his heart still fighting with his head; but deep down, he knew this was the right thing to do. 

And with that he left the room, quickly wiping away the stray tears that had fallen from his eyes, before walking through the halls of the castle as though he hadn’t just broken his own heart. 

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It had been two years since Y/n's marriage to King Rick, and since her marriage the tales of her beauty had grown still greater. 

Everyone in Alexandria, King Rick's kingdom seemed to love her; especially the king of the kingdom himself, whose love and devotion was clear enough for everyone and anyone to see. 

Including Negan. 

Even though it made the blood coursing through his veins burn with jealousy, he couldn’t deny how much King Rick loved Y/n; and that’s what had made her the perfect target. 

Four days ago, Y/n's father had received word that his only daughter had nearly been assassinated whilst out on a horse ride at the borders of Alexandria.

Y/n's father was too ill to travel the three days it would take to get to Alexandria, which is why Negan was here. 

Not that there was ever really a question about it, regardless of whether he was sent by the King or not, he’d be here. 

Y/n's life was at risk, and there was no way in hell he was going to let anyone harm her.

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Negan x Reader - The Princess And The Bodyguard

For my amazing friend @little-diable 15k celebration! Congratulations again love!

Prompt in bold - Since her marriage the tales of her beauty had grown still greater. 

I hope you all enjoy this!

Warnings - Smut (under the cut), arranged marriage, death threats (18+)

“You’re an ass, you know that,” Y/n hissed as Negans thumb drew circles on top of her overly sensitive clit. 

He’d been teasing her for hours, bringing her to the edge of her release and then denying her at the very last second, just to do it all over again. 

But, despite her words, Y/n couldn’t deny that she loved every single torturous second of it. 

A dark chuckle fell from Negans lips as he pushed two of his fingers deep inside her dripping wet pussy, flicking her g-spot slowly as he leaned in closer to her.

“Still think I’m an ass, princess?” He asked, his lips ghosting over hers. 

Y/n opened her mouth to speak, but no words came out, instead the only sound that left her slightly swollen lips was a loud moan, as Negans fingers quickly pumped in and out of her. 

“You’re gonna get us caught, if you’re not careful,” he stated quietly, a triumphant smirk tugging at his lips as he placed his other hand over her mouth, quieting the shameless noises she was making. 

Y/n didn’t care. 

She knew this was the last time they were going to be able to be together like this; so she was going to make as much noise as she wanted. 

Negan knew this. 

And he loved it. 

He reveled in watching as her eyes rolled back in sheer pleasure; he loved watching her squirm and writhe underneath him as she desperately chased the release she’d been craving and he’d been denying. 

“You wanna cum?” He teased, feeling her clenching around his fingers at his words; knowing the answer before the words could even leave her mouth. 

“Please,” she begged, once his hand was no longer covering her mouth.

The sound of Princess Y/n begging, that was a sound he would never get tired of hearing. 

“Cum for me,” he whispered as his fingers took up the fast paced rhythm once again. 

And just like that, Y/n fell over the edge she’d been made to teeter on for so long; a symphony of moans and half spoken curse words falling from her lips before Negans hand once again muffled the sinful noises coming from the princess.   

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“This is the last time we can do this, princess,” Negan mumbled, pressing a soft kiss on Y/n's forehead, before pulling away from her completely and getting out of the bed to gather up the clothes he’d quickly discarded earlier. 

She knew it was the last time they could do this, she did. 

But she just wanted to be with Negan for a little while longer

“Stay,” Y/n's plea was barely above a whisper, but it was loud enough for Negan to hear; and drew his attention back to her. 

When his eyes met hers, he felt his heart begin to break; even more so when he noticed how her bottom lip was trembling as she tried not to cry. 

He didn’t want to go. 

His brain was screaming at him to just throw his clothes back on the floor, wrap his arms around her and never let go. 

He wanted to stay with her; but he knew he couldn’t. 

“We both know I can’t,” he answered back, sadness filling his eyes as he continued to get dressed, making sure he avoided any further eye contact with Y/n. 

He knew if he saw that sadness in her again, he wouldn’t be able to stop himself from staying. 

He hated seeing her sad. 

And he certainly hated being the cause of it. 

But she was leaving. No matter how much he hated the idea of it, it was out of both of their control. 

“You could come with me,” she offered softly, moving off of the bed, the bed sheet wrapped around her body until she stood in front of him,  her gorgeous y/e/c eyes looking up at him.  

“You could be my personal bodyguard,” she continued, lifting her free hand to Negans face, gently caressing his cheek. 

He knew he could go with her. 

Her father had already asked Negan if he would go with her, to keep an eye on her and make sure that she was safe.

And he’d said no. Not because he didn’t want to; he did. 

But because he knew that if he had to watch the man that Y/n was arranged to be marrying, he’d kill him, the second he laid a hand on her, he’d be a dead man. 

Which wouldn’t have been good for anybody. 

Negan knew that this arranged marriage between Y/n and King Rick had to work for the sake of the kingdom. 

Y/n's father was an old man, he wouldn’t be able to rule forever; so Y/n, being his only heir, would have the throne. 

Naturally, her father just wanted her to be safe and looked after when he was gone; that’s why he arranged her marriage to King Rick. Her father knew he was an honorable man who would look after his daughter and his kingdom. 

On paper it was a perfect match. 

Except for the fact that Y/n loved Negan and Negan loved Y/n back.

“I can’t,” he whispered, lifting his hand to hers, wrapping his fingers around her wrist, wishing that he could just stay in this moment with her forever. 

“We both know I wouldn’t be able to look at you with him everyday, without wanting to-” he stopped the final words from falling from his lips, instead it was a sigh that came from his lips instead as leaned down and rested his forehead against hers. 

He was fighting every urge he had to kiss her again knowing that if he did, he’d never be able to let her go. 

“In another life, we're together right?” She sniffled, trying to stop the tears that were forming in her eyes from falling. 

That question….it was enough to break his heart completely. 

“Oh I fucking hope so, princess,” he replied, noticing how his own voice shook a little.

He pulled away slightly, pressing a quick kiss on her forehead before grabbing his jacket, throwing it over his shoulder and making his way to the door. 

His hand hovered over the door knob for a few seconds longer than it should’ve; his heart still fighting with his head; but deep down, he knew this was the right thing to do. 

And with that he left the room, quickly wiping away the stray tears that had fallen from his eyes, before walking through the halls of the castle as though he hadn’t just broken his own heart. 

~~~~~

It had been two years since Y/n's marriage to King Rick, and since her marriage the tales of her beauty had grown still greater. 

Everyone in Alexandria, King Rick's kingdom seemed to love her; especially the king of the kingdom himself, whose love and devotion was clear enough for everyone and anyone to see. 

Including Negan. 

Even though it made the blood coursing through his veins burn with jealousy, he couldn’t deny how much King Rick loved Y/n; and that’s what had made her the perfect target. 

Four days ago, Y/n's father had received word that his only daughter had nearly been assassinated whilst out on a horse ride at the borders of Alexandria.

Y/n's father was too ill to travel the three days it would take to get to Alexandria, which is why Negan was here. 

Not that there was ever really a question about it, regardless of whether he was sent by the King or not, he’d be here. 

Y/n's life was at risk, and there was no way in hell he was going to let anyone harm her.

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Simon 'Ghost' Riley x Reader - The Funeral

This is my first story for Simon Riley!

I hope you all enjoy this! 💛

Warnings - MW3 spoilers (Don't read unless you want the game spoiled for you), violence, mentions of death, funerals, swearing

“What’s he doin’ here?” Price snarled, his eyes narrowing in Graves’ direction, as the smoke from his cigar left his lips. 

“He shouldn’t be ‘ere,” Ghost stated coldly; his eyes also fixed on Graves. 

“No he shouldn’t,” Y/n agreed, her thumb rubbing soothing circles on the back of her boyfriend's gloved hand in an attempt to sooth him.

They were right; he shouldn’t be here. He had no right, not after everything that happened between Soap and Graves. 

But here he was.  

“But he is,” she continued; squeezing Ghosts hand, pulling his gaze away from Graves to her, his eyes softening almost instantly as he took in a deep breath. 

She knew that Ghost and the rest of the 141 team wanted nothing more than to beat the crap out of Graves.

She wanted that too. She’d give anything to wipe that smug smirk off of his face. 

But she knew she couldn’t, not here. 

None of them could do anything.

Even though Soap was probably cursing them from the afterlife for not doing so. 

“Just ignore him,” Gaz said; noticing the rage building in his friend's eyes.  

“He best keep his distance,” Price replied simply; before heading into the crematorium, followed by Gaz, Y/n and Ghost. 

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The service was hard, beautiful but hard. When it ended Gaz went with Price to get the car, while Y/n stood outside and waited for Ghost who was still inside saying his final goodbye to Soap.

She knew how close they were.

Even though Ghost would never admit it; Soap was his friend.  His best friend.

As she stood outside, memories of Soap flashed through her mind; reopening the wound of grief all over again, that was until an unwanted voice interrupted her thoughts.

“Y/n, I just wanted to give my condolences to you and the rest of the 141 team,” Graves said, his voice filled with as little sincerity as possible. 

He could act like he cared all he wanted; but everyone at that funeral knew it was a damn lie. Just like when he denied carrying out Shepherd’s orders. 

It was all bullshit. 

But Y/n knew she just had to remain calm and civil. 

Ghost would be outside soon; Price and Gaz would pull up in the car and then they could go and give a toast to their fallen friend. 

“I’ll be sure to pass the message on,” Y/n answered as bluntly as she could, with a small fake smile. 

Like hell she would; but she was hoping that that would be enough to get him to leave her alone. 

To her dismay, it didn’t. 

Graves just hovered around her like a vulture. 

“Why the long face sweetheart?” 

“Why would I be smiling?” Y/n snapped back, the rage clear in her voice. 

“I’m sure Soap wouldn’t want you to be sad,” 

That sentence was enough to tip Y/n over the edge she’d been teetering on since she saw him.

Graves was talking about Soap like he knew him; but he didn’t. 

He didn’t know anything. 

And that's why she punched him. 

Again and again, until Graves was on the floor.

The only reason she stopped was because a pair of familiar gloves hands wrapped around her waist, pulling her off of Graves.

“You don’t know shit about what Soap would want!” Y/n venomously spat, as Ghost placed Y/n behind him. 

“Car. Now.” Ghost ordered lowly in Y/n's ear, pointing at the car that had just pulled up outside. He wasn’t mad at her. 

If anything he was worried. He’d known Y/n for so long and he’d never seen her snap like that; she was always so calm and composed, which just made him want to punch the shit out of Graves; but he didn’t. 

He just took a deep breath and said, “shame about your fall,” before walking to the car. 

“All good?” Gaz asked, turning in his seat slightly, his eyes flicking between Y/n and Ghost with a questioning look.

“Yeah,” Ghost said, his attention solely on Y/n, who hadn’t said a single word since she’d gotten in the car. 

Gently, he reached over to her, taking her hands in his, assessing the small bloody cuts that were on her knuckles.

“Love-”

“I’m fine,” Y/n whispered, interrupting Ghosts words and refusing to meet his gaze, knowing that if she did, all the emotions she’d been keeping in, were going to spill out. 

“Nothings broken,” Ghost assured her, placing her hands back in her lap before he began stroking the back of her neck. 

It was a soothing technique he knew helped Y/n when she was stressed or upset. 

Almost instantly he noticed how her body relaxed and leaned into his touch. 

He could see in her eyes that she was trying to be strong, just like she had been for the last few weeks and he wasn’t about to question her about what happened. 

That could wait. 

He just wanted her to be okay. 

He knew little things like rubbing the back of her neck would help her, so that’s what he was going to continue to do, until she was ready to talk about it. 

“What happened?” Price questioned, his eyes fixed on the road ahead of him. 

“I punched Graves,” Y/n admitted; patiently awaiting the lecture she expected from her Captain. 

What she did wasn’t just out of character it ask was just something that she shouldn’t have done; she knew that, and as much as she hated to admit it, she didn't regret it at all.

Price's eyes glanced up at the rear view mirror, his eyes meeting Y/ns, with a small smirk on his face, “Good.”

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New Character Update

So there's a few characters that I've been meaning to write for, I have a few ideas of my own but I would love to get some requests for them!!

The new character are:

LT. Simon 'Ghost' Riley - Modern Warfare

CPT. John Price - Modern Warfare

Alucard (Adrian Tepes)- Castlevania

Treveor Belmont - Castlevania

Gilber 'Gilly' Lopez - Mayans M.C

Hank Loza - Mayans M.C

Angel Reyes- Mayans M.C

Nestor Oceteva - Mayans M.C

As I said before I would love to get some requests for any of the characters above (the requests can be fluffly, angsty, smutty, or a mixture of all of them if you wish).

I will be continuing to post the stories for my 3.6k drabble challenge in the mean time so stay tuned for those as well!

Thank you all for your continued support! 💛

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Harvey Specter x Reader - The Best Way To Spend A Rainy Day

For my dear friend @malfoys-demigod who requested this drabble for my 3.6k follower challenge! 💛

Prompt - Everyone should dance in the rain at least once in their lives (Prompt in bold)

I hope you all enjoy this! 💛

Y/n was completely entranced by the droplets of rain that were falling from the darkened sky.

The pitter patter sound they were making on the window pane was so soothing that Y/n couldn’t help but smile as she let all of her muscles relax and just enjoy the calming moment.

Life at the firm had been so hectic lately, Y/n couldn’t remember the last time she actually enjoyed a quiet moment like this. 

Memories of her youth flashed through her mind; from a time where she was carefree and didn’t care what people thought about her. 

She didn’t know if it was down to the nostalgic memories floating in her mind or if it was just because she wanted some relief from the stress she’d been feeling, but all she wanted to do right now was go outside and dance in the rain. 

“Sweetheart,” Harvey began, walking over to her with a mug of tea. 

He knew how much stress she’d been under and all he wanted to do was pamper her, but before Harvey could finish his sentence Y/n was walking to the door. 

“Y/n where are you going?” He asked, setting down the tea on the kitchen counter. 

“Outside,” she replied simply, like it was the obvious thing in the world. 

Harvey’s eyes narrowed in confusion as he stated to her, trying to work out if she was serious or not, “It’s raining outside.”

And it certainly wasn’t a light rain either, there had been weather warnings on the news for most of the day.

“I know!” She beamed excitedly, only adding to Harvey’s confusion. 

“Oh don’t tell me the great Harvey Specter has never danced in the rain,” she continued, stepping away from the door and towards Harvey. 

“I can honestly say I haven’t,” Harvey answered, a small smile tugging at the corners of his mouth  as his heart fluttered in his chest

Y/n's smile could make any bad day good.  

“C’mon,” she whispered, interlocking her fingers with his and tugging him towards the door.

“Y-n?-” Harvey repeated again, but once again he was interrupted by Y/n. 

“Everyone should dance in the rain at least once in their lives,” she explained to him; as she bounced on the balls of her feet. 

“How many times have you danced in the rain?” Based on how excited she was, he knew that this certainly wasn’t the first time she’d done this, but it was the first time he’d ever heard of her doing it, which was odd given how long they’d known each other. 

“Whenever I could,” she laughed, pulling  Harvey  out the elevator as soon as the doors opened and into the rain outside. 

If this had been any other person, Harvey would never have thought of doing this, but he’d dance with Y/n in a thousand rainstorms, if it meant he got to see that beautiful smile on her face. 

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Harvey Specter x Reader - The Best Way To Spend A Rainy Day

For my dear friend @malfoys-demigod who requested this drabble for my 3.6k follower challenge! 💛

Prompt - Everyone should dance in the rain at least once in their lives (Prompt in bold)

I hope you all enjoy this! 💛

Y/n was completely entranced by the droplets of rain that were falling from the darkened sky.

The pitter patter sound they were making on the window pane was so soothing that Y/n couldn’t help but smile as she let all of her muscles relax and just enjoy the calming moment.

Life at the firm had been so hectic lately, Y/n couldn’t remember the last time she actually enjoyed a quiet moment like this. 

Memories of her youth flashed through her mind; from a time where she was carefree and didn’t care what people thought about her. 

She didn’t know if it was down to the nostalgic memories floating in her mind or if it was just because she wanted some relief from the stress she’d been feeling, but all she wanted to do right now was go outside and dance in the rain. 

“Sweetheart,” Harvey began, walking over to her with a mug of tea. 

He knew how much stress she’d been under and all he wanted to do was pamper her, but before Harvey could finish his sentence Y/n was walking to the door. 

“Y/n where are you going?” He asked, setting down the tea on the kitchen counter. 

“Outside,” she replied simply, like it was the obvious thing in the world. 

Harvey’s eyes narrowed in confusion as he stated to her, trying to work out if she was serious or not, “It’s raining outside.”

And it certainly wasn’t a light rain either, there had been weather warnings on the news for most of the day.

“I know!” She beamed excitedly, only adding to Harvey’s confusion. 

“Oh don’t tell me the great Harvey Specter has never danced in the rain,” she continued, stepping away from the door and towards Harvey. 

“I can honestly say I haven’t,” Harvey answered, a small smile tugging at the corners of his mouth  as his heart fluttered in his chest

Y/n's smile could make any bad day good.  

“C’mon,” she whispered, interlocking her fingers with his and tugging him towards the door.

“Y-n?-” Harvey repeated again, but once again he was interrupted by Y/n. 

“Everyone should dance in the rain at least once in their lives,” she explained to him; as she bounced on the balls of her feet. 

“How many times have you danced in the rain?” Based on how excited she was, he knew that this certainly wasn’t the first time she’d done this, but it was the first time he’d ever heard of her doing it, which was odd given how long they’d known each other. 

“Whenever I could,” she laughed, pulling  Harvey  out the elevator as soon as the doors opened and into the rain outside. 

If this had been any other person, Harvey would never have thought of doing this, but he’d dance with Y/n in a thousand rainstorms, if it meant he got to see that beautiful smile on her face. 

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Harvey Specter x Reader - The Halloween Party

Happy Halloween everyone!! I hope you all have an amazing day/evening!💛

And I hope you all enjoy this little Harvey Specter drabble which was requested by by the lovely @callsign-ember ! 💛

“You know you could always help out,” Y/n suggested, throwing one of the Halloween napkins that was in her hand at Harvey. 

A smile spread across Harvey’s lips, she was right, he could help out but he was getting too distracted watching Y/n dressed up in her Halloween costume. 

She looked gorgeous. 

“I could, but that would ruin my view,” he simply answered; placing the napkin that had been thrown at him on the table. 

In all honesty Harvey didn’t want to host the annual firm Halloween party; he could think of at least a hundred better things to do, But he knew how excited Y/b was for tonight, which is why he’d agreed to host it. 

 Morticia and Gomez Addams, was who Y/n decided they should go as; it wasn’t the worst choice, despite being slightly cliche, 

“You’re an ass,”

“I know,” Harvey chuckled, snaking his arms around Y/n's waist, halting her movements.

“But that’s why you love me,” he whispered into her ear. A triumphant smirk tugged at his lips when he heard Y/n take a sharp breath. 

“Harvey we don’t have time for this,” Y/n protested; though she didn’t know who she was trying to persuade more, herself or Harvey. 

“We always have time,” he mumbled as he began to leave feather light kisses along her neck.

Harvey wasn’t stupid, he knew how to turn Y/n on, and this was the start of it, she could already feel herself melting into his arms as he continued to leave kisses up and down her neck. 

It was infuriating. 

Just as Y/n was about to turn around and kiss him; the doorbell rang. 

“I told you we didn’t have time,” Y/n breathed, turning and placing a peck on Harvey's lips  before answering the door. 

~~~~~

An hour into the party and both Harvey and Y/n wanted nothing more than for everyone to leave so they could carry on with what they were doing moments before the party began. 

“Having fun?” Harvey quietly teased her as he handed her a drink, which she nearly finished in one mouthful.

“I’m having a great time," she said with a smile though the frustration was clear in her voice. 

She was enjoying the party, but she couldn’t shake the memory of Harvey’s lips on her neck nor the feeling of his hands massaging her waist.

“Is someone a little frustrated?”

“Like you’re not!” Y/n snapped back, trying to ignore how his hand was now gently squeezing her side. 

“You know I’m holding back from fucking you over the kitchen counter, don’t push your luck, sweetheart,"

It was a good thing the music was playing as loud as it was otherwise everyone would’ve heard the little moan that fell from Y/ns lips in response to Harvey words. 

Now all they had to do was wait a few more hours until they could finally be alone with each other again.

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Harvey Specter x Reader - The Halloween Party

Happy Halloween everyone!! I hope you all have an amazing day/evening!💛

And I hope you all enjoy this little Harvey Specter drabble which was requested by by the lovely @callsign-ember ! 💛

Prompt (in bold) - You know I’m holding back from fucking you over the kitchen counter, don’t push your luck

“You know you could always help out,” Y/n suggested, throwing one of the Halloween napkins that was in her hand at Harvey. 

A smile spread across Harvey’s lips, she was right, he could help out but he was getting too distracted watching Y/n dressed up in her Halloween costume. 

She looked gorgeous. 

“I could, but that would ruin my view,” he simply answered; placing the napkin that had been thrown at him on the table. 

In all honesty Harvey didn’t want to host the annual firm Halloween party; he could think of at least a hundred better things to do, But he knew how excited Y/b was for tonight, which is why he’d agreed to host it. 

 Morticia and Gomez Addams, was who Y/n decided they should go as; it wasn’t the worst choice, despite being slightly cliche, 

“You’re an ass,”

“I know,” Harvey chuckled, snaking his arms around Y/n's waist, halting her movements.

“But that’s why you love me,” he whispered into her ear. A triumphant smirk tugged at his lips when he heard Y/n take a sharp breath. 

“Harvey we don’t have time for this,” Y/n protested; though she didn’t know who she was trying to persuade more, herself or Harvey. 

“We always have time,” he mumbled as he began to leave feather light kisses along her neck.

Harvey wasn’t stupid, he knew how to turn Y/n on, and this was the start of it, she could already feel herself melting into his arms as he continued to leave kisses up and down her neck. 

It was infuriating. 

Just as Y/n was about to turn around and kiss him; the doorbell rang. 

“I told you we didn’t have time,” Y/n breathed, turning and placing a peck on Harvey's lips  before answering the door. 

~~~~~

An hour into the party and both Harvey and Y/n wanted nothing more than for everyone to leave so they could carry on with what they were doing moments before the party began. 

“Having fun?” Harvey quietly teased her as he handed her a drink, which she nearly finished in one mouthful.

“I’m having a great time," she said with a smile though the frustration was clear in her voice. 

She was enjoying the party, but she couldn’t shake the memory of Harvey’s lips on her neck nor the feeling of his hands massaging her waist.

“Is someone a little frustrated?”

“Like you’re not!” Y/n snapped back, trying to ignore how his hand was now gently squeezing her side. 

“You know I’m holding back from fucking you over the kitchen counter, don’t push your luck, sweetheart,"

It was a good thing the music was playing as loud as it was otherwise everyone would’ve heard the little moan that fell from Y/ns lips in response to Harvey words. 

Now all they had to do was wait a few more hours until they could finally be alone with each other again.

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Fred Weasley x Reader - At Last

For the amazing @beeroses who requested this story for my 3.6k drabble challenge!

I hope you all enjoy this! 💛

Prompt - You kissed me last night / And you didn't stop me

“Just talk to him, Y/n/n,” Angelina urged as she pulled Y/n up the staircase towards the Gryffindor Common Room. 

“And say what, Angelina?” Y/n snapped back, trying and failing to fight against her friend's grip. 

“Y/n/n, you’ve liked Fred for as long as I’ve known you, and last night he kissed you, don’t you think that means something?” Angelina insisted, but her words only made Y/n sigh.

Y/n had had a crush on Fred Weasley since their first year at Hogwarts…and that’s why she was terrified to talk to him about last night. 

Gryffindor had won a Quidditch match against Slytherin; which meant that they were celebrating in typical Gryffindor style, with a party. 

And it was during the late hours of the party when most people were beginning to leave and go back to their dorm room, that Fred kissed Y/n. 

They’d both been drinking; that’s what gave Y/n the confidence to kiss him back like she did, with absolutely no hesitation.

But that’s also why she was scared; because all she could think about was that it was simply just a drunken kiss. 

A mistake. 

That’s why she didn’t want to talk to him.

“Fred, just the guy we were looking for,” Angelina beamed, letting go of Y/n's arm, watching as the ginger twins walked up the staircase.

“Am I just invisible?” George questioned, with a confused look on his face.

“Talk to him,” Angelina whispered in Y/n's ear before grabbing George’s arm,  pulling him away, despite his protests. 

“Y/n/n-” Fred began, but he didn’t get a chance to finish his sentence before Y/n's voice interrupted him.

“You kissed me last night,” she stated, a shaky breath leaving her lips as her y/e/c eyes met his. 

“I did,” Fred answered softly, walking up a few steps so that he was closer to Y/n, “And you didn’t stop me.”

“Was it…was it a mistake?” Y/n stuttered out, trying to ignore how her heartbeat quickened when she realized just how close they were to one another. 

Her question caught him off guard.

“A mistake?” He questioned, his eyes narrowing in confusion as hers moved to the ground.

“We’d been drinking…”

“Love, the only thing that was a mistake, was that I waited so long to do it,” Fred admitted , raising his hand to her face, his index finger tilting her head up, so that their eyes met once again.

“But don’t worry,” he whispered, brushing his thumb over her bottom lip, as he wrapped his other hand around her waist, “I won’t be making that mistake again.”

The last word of his sentence had barely left his lips before his eyes fluttered shut and he pressed his lips against hers, softly. 

Closing the distance between them completely. 

And just like the night before; Y/n didn’t hesitate in kissing him back. 

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Fred Weasley x Reader - At Last

For the amazing @beeroses who requested this story for my 3.6k drabble challenge!

I hope you all enjoy this! 💛

Prompt - You kissed me last night / And you didn't stop me

“Just talk to him, Y/n/n,” Angelina urged as she pulled Y/n up the staircase towards the Gryffindor Common Room. 

“And say what, Angelina?” Y/n snapped back, trying and failing to fight against her friend's grip. 

“Y/n/n, you’ve liked Fred for as long as I’ve known you, and last night he kissed you, don’t you think that means something?” Angelina insisted, but her words only made Y/n sigh.

Y/n had had a crush on Fred Weasley since their first year at Hogwarts…and that’s why she was terrified to talk to him about last night. 

Gryffindor had won a Quidditch match against Slytherin; which meant that they were celebrating in typical Gryffindor style, with a party. 

And it was during the late hours of the party when most people were beginning to leave and go back to their dorm room, that Fred kissed Y/n. 

They’d both been drinking; that’s what gave Y/n the confidence to kiss him back like she did, with absolutely no hesitation.

But that’s also why she was scared; because all she could think about was that it was simply just a drunken kiss. 

A mistake. 

That’s why she didn’t want to talk to him.

“Fred, just the guy we were looking for,” Angelina beamed, letting go of Y/n's arm, watching as the ginger twins walked up the staircase.

“Am I just invisible?” George questioned, with a confused look on his face.

“Talk to him,” Angelina whispered in Y/n's ear before grabbing George’s arm,  pulling him away, despite his protests. 

“Y/n/n-” Fred began, but he didn’t get a chance to finish his sentence before Y/n's voice interrupted him.

“You kissed me last night,” she stated, a shaky breath leaving her lips as her y/e/c eyes met his. 

“I did,” Fred answered softly, walking up a few steps so that he was closer to Y/n, “And you didn’t stop me.”

“Was it…was it a mistake?” Y/n stuttered out, trying to ignore how her heartbeat quickened when she realized just how close they were to one another. 

Her question caught him off guard.

“A mistake?” He questioned, his eyes narrowing in confusion as hers moved to the ground.

“We’d been drinking…”

“Love, the only thing that was a mistake, was that I waited so long to do it,” Fred admitted , raising his hand to her face, his index finger tilting her head up, so that their eyes met once again.

“But don’t worry,” he whispered, brushing his thumb over her bottom lip, as he wrapped his other hand around her waist, “I won’t be making that mistake again.”

The last word of his sentence had barely left his lips before his eyes fluttered shut and he pressed his lips against hers, softly. 

Closing the distance between them completely. 

And just like the night before; Y/n didn’t hesitate in kissing him back. 

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Negan x Fem!Reader - Lustful Desires

For the lovely Anon who requested this for my drabble challenge!

I hope you all enjoy this! 💛

Warnings: Sexual refrences

“Good morning, Y/n/n,” Negan greeted cheerfully, watching as Y/n's eyes narrowed into a glare.

“What are you doing here?” She hissed back, trying to keep as much distance between them as possible.

“What’s the matter, sweetheart? Scared people will work out what happened the last time I was here?” Negan gleefully retorted, stepping closer towards her; until her back was pressed up against her front door and his figure towered over her. 

She’d been trying hard to forget about what happened last week when Negan visited. 

She regretted it. Even if it was the best sex she’d had since before the apocalypse. She didn’t even know what had come over her to allow that to happen. 

Negan was an attractive man; but that didn’t make him any less of a monster…

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” 

“Your words wound me, sweetheart,” he replied, placing a hand over his heart, feigning pain. 

“Stop calling me that,” She seethed, her eyes nervously scanning the area around her, thankfully no one was looking at them, they were all distracted by the other Saviors in the community. 

“And for the record, I cannot stand you,” She whispered through gritted teeth, her eyes now focusing back on Negan with an anger that only made a smirk form on his face.

“Well, if you change your mind, I’ll just be next door,” he stated with a wink, before throwing his bat over his shoulder and walking away to the house next door.

~~~~~

Y/n couldn’t believe what she was doing; she’d told herself that she wouldn’t go to the house Negan was staying in; but she couldn’t deny how much her body was craving Negan. 

It was infuriating. 

She tried to sleep; But when she closed her eyes all she could think about were his hands, traveling down her body, touching her in ways she hadn’t been touched in so long; and his lips, the kisses he left along her neck that made her pussy ache with desire. 

She hated it. She hated him. 

But right now; she needed him more than she hated him.

And that’s why she’d knocked at his door.

“What’re ya doing here, sweetheart?” Negan asked, leaning against the frame of the front door, his familiar smirk gracing his lips as he his eyes met Y/ns, “Thought you couldn’t stand me.”

“I can’t,” Y/n replied coldly, feeling her heart get quicker with every second she was around him. 

“And yet..,” she continued, her voice softer this time as she took a step towards him, “I cannot stay away from you-”

A small chuckle fell from Negans lips as he processed her words before moving slightly, allowing Y/n to walk into the house. 

“Let’s just hope your neighbors don’t hear us,” he whispered, wrapping his arms around her waist. 

“Just shut up and kiss-” before she could finish her sentence, his lips were crashing down on hers in a bruising kiss.

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Negan x Fem!Reader - Lustful Desires

For the lovely Anon who requested this for my drabble challenge!

I hope you all enjoy this! 💛

Warnings: Sexual refrences

“Good morning, Y/n/n,” Negan greeted cheerfully, watching as Y/n's eyes narrowed into a glare.

“What are you doing here?” She hissed back, trying to keep as much distance between them as possible.

“What’s the matter, sweetheart? Scared people will work out what happened the last time I was here?” Negan gleefully retorted, stepping closer towards her; until her back was pressed up against her front door and his figure towered over her. 

She’d been trying hard to forget about what happened last week when Negan visited. 

She regretted it. Even if it was the best sex she’d had since before the apocalypse. She didn’t even know what had come over her to allow that to happen. 

Negan was an attractive man; but that didn’t make him any less of a monster…

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” 

“Your words wound me, sweetheart,” he replied, placing a hand over his heart, feigning pain. 

“Stop calling me that,” She seethed, her eyes nervously scanning the area around her, thankfully no one was looking at them, they were all distracted by the other Saviors in the community. 

“And for the record, I cannot stand you,” She whispered through gritted teeth, her eyes now focusing back on Negan with an anger that only made a smirk form on his face.

“Well, if you change your mind, I’ll just be next door,” he stated with a wink, before throwing his bat over his shoulder and walking away to the house next door.

~~~~~

Y/n couldn’t believe what she was doing; she’d told herself that she wouldn’t go to the house Negan was staying in; but she couldn’t deny how much her body was craving Negan. 

It was infuriating. 

She tried to sleep; But when she closed her eyes all she could think about were his hands, traveling down her body, touching her in ways she hadn’t been touched in so long; and his lips, the kisses he left along her neck that made her pussy ache with desire. 

She hated it. She hated him. 

But right now; she needed him more than she hated him.

And that’s why she’d knocked at his door.

“What’re ya doing here, sweetheart?” Negan asked, leaning against the frame of the front door, his familiar smirk gracing his lips as he his eyes met Y/ns, “Thought you couldn’t stand me.”

“I can’t,” Y/n replied coldly, feeling her heart get quicker with every second she was around him. 

“And yet..,” she continued, her voice softer this time as she took a step towards him, “I cannot stay away from you-”

A small chuckle fell from Negans lips as he processed her words before moving slightly, allowing Y/n to walk into the house. 

“Let’s just hope your neighbors don’t hear us,” he whispered, wrapping his arms around her waist. 

“Just shut up and kiss-” before she could finish her sentence, his lips were crashing down on hers in a bruising kiss.

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Oh how I love Steve Harrington 💕

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3am

Characters: Steve Harrington x reader

Summary: It’s 3am and Steve allows himself to feel a little comfort in the midst of all the madness.

Word Count: 500 words

Prompt: ‘You’re my new pillow’

A/N: This is for the amazingly wonderful @band--psycho and their drabble celebration. This was difficult to keep under 500 words!!!!

It was late, and nothing good ever happened at 3am. He felt like he was always the last one for the penny to drop, always a few steps behind everyone else mentally, and he worried that if he closed his eyes for a second that something terrible would happen.

Sitting in the Wheelers basement, surrounded by the gentle snores and occasional shifting of his sleeping friends, he allowed himself a second to just breathe. His gaze drifted in the gloom to you, leaning against him with a peaceful expression, and his heart ached. You had never really been his, but that didn’t stop his heart leaping into his throat every time he saw you. Not that he had ever told you that. Steve knew he was not good enough for you, you deserved the world, but he wanted you to be happy, to get through this nightmare as unscathed as possible. Part of him wished you’d never been dragged into all this, and another part was grateful you were by his side.

Maybe one day, the stars might align, and you would see he was sitting here simply waiting for you, but until then, he was content to just be in your orbit. He shifted slightly, laying back against the arm of the sofa causing your head to rest against his chest. Steve froze as you let out a deep sigh and then snuggle into him, your hand coming to rest by your face, softly rubbing his chest. A goofy smile played on his lips as he looked down at you with a lovestruck expression he knew would result in mercilessly teasing if witnessed. Things were crazy, and he was so afraid he wouldn’t be enough, but right in this moment he allowed himself to feel something else, something lighter.

You let out a soft groan and your eyes opened slightly, taking a moment remember where you were. A soft smile pulled at your lips as you realised you were snuggled up to Steve, assuming he was asleep. Sneaking a glance up at him, your eyebrows rose when your eyes met his warm chocolate one.

“Hey.” You whispered, voice still thick with sleep.

“Hey.” He hummed back, the rumble in his chest vibrating beneath your hand.

“You comfy?”

“Yeah. You?”

“You’re my new pillow.” You grinned sleepily and Steve felt his heart explode at just how adorable you looked right now.

“Any time.”

“Careful, Harrington, I might just hold you to that.” You murmured as you snuggled into his chest once more, already feeling sleep calling you back into its depths.

“Good.” He whispered, wrapping his arm around you, and letting his own eyes close. The weight of you against his body was reassuring, a reminder that he wasn’t alone, that he was just a nineteen-year-old kid, and it was okay not to have his whole life together. He placed an absentminded kiss to the top of your head and allowed himself to drift off and get some well-deserved rest.

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Warnings: fluff, fem!reader, DO NOT FEED INTO AI

Vander coming to bed after another day.

The bolts to the front door thudded into place heavily. The secure sound helped ease Vander even further into his nightly routine. The peace of mind of safety for his family. The Lanes were home but he was well aware of the dangers that came with where they lived and who he was.

It was another day of deals, smoothing arguments (business and family based), serving customers, parenting, etc. He replayed it some in his mind while he did his final sweep of the lower portions of the building. Back door secure, storage room lights off, kids asleep, hall night light on, and one final look of the bar area.

Finally, he glanced up at the hallway that was beckoning him for these past few hours. The hallway with the door that held his heart and soul, hopefully finding some rest after a long day. The only job he knew of that would be even harder than his.....being his wife/life partner/eternal love.

He slowly let his feet carry him to the door and slowly opened it. Trying his damnedest to not let it creak too much. Not wanting to disturb you. He glanced to see you laying on your side of the bed, peacefully breathing in a slow rhythm. He stepped in and lightly made his way to the armchair in the corner by the dresser.

Once sat he started his routine to get ready for bed. Boots unlaced and off, clothes stripped (absolutely placed in the hamper the first attempt and not needing to remember to put them in there after already placing them in heep on the floor......next to the hamper), pajama pants on, one final stretch of his shoulders before making his way to the angelic figure in bed.

He slowly and oh so carefully lifted the blanket and crawled into bed. Before he could fully turn onto his side to pull you into him, you had started to shift next to him making him freeze. You sleepily turned to face him holding an arm up and scooching closer to the middle of the bed.

He sighed a heavy sigh but slid towards you. Your warmth soothing him, beckoning him further into your hold as you laid your head on his chest. He was careful to hook an arm under and around to pull you closer. He hummed when he felt you place a tender kiss on his neck, his cheek, and finally his lips.

"Sorry, tried like hell to not wake you darlin." He mumbled quietly into your lips. You simply hummed, "It's okay, bed isn't complete without you handsome.". You placed your head back on his pec. His warmth lulling you back into a slumber already, didn't help he was rubbing your back the way you adored.

Still, you formed sentences trying to savor anytime left with him for the day. "How was the rest of the evening?". He remarked, "Usual, had a few young bucks fighting over a card game." You started tracing lazy shapes with a finger over the other pec, "Nothing you couldn't handle with just one hand I'm sure." His rumbles under your ear and you can hear the smirk, "One hand? Just a look love, just...a...look.". You giggled, "My apologies."

"Thought I heard some pups out of bed while I was in the shower." You questioned, "Who did what this time?". Vander sighed, "Oh you know Powder, not quite old enough to keep up with the others and Milo can't let her forget it.". "Ah. How did you handle that one?" He traced a thumb along your shoulder blade before remarking. "Told her there were other things she wasn't big enough for yet too.....like scrubbing the alley walls....so that's what Milo will be doing tomorrow." You smiled against him, and he kissed the top of your head.

"You think that boy will ever give her a break?" You glanced up at him. Vander shrugged, "I'm sure once they are past a certain age....but for now....just gotta keep the peace....the best we can.". You hummed in acknowledgement.

You patted his chest, "Another good day then. Well done....Hound." You purred out the last word which he huffed and quickly gave your ass a smack. Which you giggled at.

"Love you, ya little minx." Vander rested his chin against your head taking a deep breath.

"Love you too Vander, always." You replied before letting the peaceful sounds of the Lanes pull into sleep again.

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Jax Teller X Readder - Always Been You

Hey! Sorry I've been a bit quiet recently, I've had a lot of stuff going on; I know people are really excited for the stories they've requested and I will get to them, please just be patient with me.

With that being said, I've written this story for the amazing @beth-gallagher22 who requested it for my 3.6k DrabbleWriting Celebration, it was so hard to stop at 500 words!

I hope you all enjoy this!💛

“I always thought it’d be you two walking down the aisle,” Chucky said with a sympathetic look in his eyes as he got Jax a bottle of beer from the fridge. 

“Me too, Chucky,” he sighed, taking a swig of the beer he was holding, desperately trying to ignore the way his heart ached as the words left his lips, “But she’s in love with someone else.”

He knew it was selfish of him to be acting like this; there’d been more than enough chances for him to admit his feelings to her, and he didn’t. He knew he had no right to throw this little pity party whilst everyone else was at the wedding. 

He just couldn’t help it. 

He wanted Y/n to be happy; he just wished that it was with him. 

All he could think about was that it should have been him. 

He should have been honest with her from the very beginning; from the very moment he realised that he was falling in love with her all those years ago. 

But he didn’t. 

He told himself it was for her sake; to keep her away from this life, but with her older brother Opie being a part of the club he knew deep in his heart that that would never happen.

And now it was too late. 

“Then why is she standing outside in her wedding dress?” Chucky questioned , pointing outside; it took a moment for the words to register in Jaxs mind but when they did his head snapped up and he looked out the window. 

Without any hesitation, Jax was on his feet, rushing outside to Y/n, a million thoughts filling his mind and all of them freezing once he got closer to her and saw how breathtaking she looked in her wedding dress. 

“I’m sorry, Jax,” Y/n said, taking a step towards him, tears beginning to form in her  y/e/c eyes. “What?” Jax began, placing a hand on the side of her face, stroking her cheek with his thumb soothingly, completely confused about why she was apologizing,  “Y/n what are you sorry for?”

“For never telling you how I feel, I was about to walk down the aisle and then.I..I thought of you and I just…”

“Breathe darlin’,” Jax urged as he pulled her into his embrace, as the words she’d said slowly sunk into his mind. 

“I thought I’d moved on but I haven’t,” she sniffled, pulling away slightly so that she could meet his eyes as she told him the truth she’d been denying her heart for so long, “It’s you Jax; it’s always been you, I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner,”

“No darlin’, if anyone should apologise it should be me,” he cooed, wiping away a stray tear that had fallen down her cheek.

“I love you, Y/n/n,” he whispered before placing a soft kiss on her lips. 

“I love you too, Jax,” she breathed between his kisses.

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Jax Teller X Readder - Always Been You

Hey! Sorry I've been a bit quiet recently, I've had a lot of stuff going on; I know people are really excited for the stories they've requested and I will get to them, please just be patient with me.

With that being said, I've written this story for the amazing @beth-gallagher22 who requested it for my 3.6k DrabbleWriting Celebration, it was so hard to stop at 500 words!

I hope you all enjoy this!💛

“I always thought it’d be you two walking down the aisle,” Chucky said with a sympathetic look in his eyes as he got Jax a bottle of beer from the fridge. 

“Me too, Chucky,” he sighed, taking a swig of the beer he was holding, desperately trying to ignore the way his heart ached as the words left his lips, “But she’s in love with someone else.”

He knew it was selfish of him to be acting like this; there’d been more than enough chances for him to admit his feelings to her, and he didn’t. He knew he had no right to throw this little pity party whilst everyone else was at the wedding. 

He just couldn’t help it. 

He wanted Y/n to be happy; he just wished that it was with him. 

All he could think about was that it should have been him. 

He should have been honest with her from the very beginning; from the very moment he realised that he was falling in love with her all those years ago. 

But he didn’t. 

He told himself it was for her sake; to keep her away from this life, but with her older brother Opie being a part of the club he knew deep in his heart that that would never happen.

And now it was too late. 

“Then why is she standing outside in her wedding dress?” Chucky questioned , pointing outside; it took a moment for the words to register in Jaxs mind but when they did his head snapped up and he looked out the window. 

Without any hesitation, Jax was on his feet, rushing outside to Y/n, a million thoughts filling his mind and all of them freezing once he got closer to her and saw how breathtaking she looked in her wedding dress. 

“I’m sorry, Jax,” Y/n said, taking a step towards him, tears beginning to form in her  y/e/c eyes. “What?” Jax began, placing a hand on the side of her face, stroking her cheek with his thumb soothingly, completely confused about why she was apologizing,  “Y/n what are you sorry for?”

“For never telling you how I feel, I was about to walk down the aisle and then.I..I thought of you and I just…”

“Breathe darlin’,” Jax urged as he pulled her into his embrace, as the words she’d said slowly sunk into his mind. 

“I thought I’d moved on but I haven’t,” she sniffled, pulling away slightly so that she could meet his eyes as she told him the truth she’d been denying her heart for so long, “It’s you Jax; it’s always been you, I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner,”

“No darlin’, if anyone should apologise it should be me,” he cooed, wiping away a stray tear that had fallen down her cheek.

“I love you, Y/n/n,” he whispered before placing a soft kiss on her lips. 

“I love you too, Jax,” she breathed between his kisses.

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