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isys777 · 5 years

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tagged by literally my damn self cause nobody tags me in these jawns anymore and I fucking wanted to do this goddamn it

Pick 5 shows, then answer the following questions. don’t cheat. tag 10 (or however many) peeps.

this is funny cause there are so few shows I’ve watched all the way through

Boy Meets World (cause I can watch it over and over)

Supernatural (even tho I quit in like season 12)

Pretty Little Liars

Brooklyn 99

The Good Place

Literally idek why I did this to myself I like don’t watch tv these days but damnit I’m committed now

1. who is your favorite character in 2?

um Sam ig? Yeah I think he was always my favorite but probably cause I big loved Jared Padalecki

2. who is your least favorite character in 1?

In this 90s sitcom? Is there someone to dislike? I chose the worst shows haha um.... I honestly was never a big fan of Rachel. She ain’t do nothin she just bored me

3. what is your favorite episode of 4?

BRO the mumps episode is forever iconic I literally never laughed so hard at a tv show

4. what is your favorite season of 5?

uhhhh season... 1 I think. I like all the other seasons but I think the first season really did the damn thing

5. who is your favorite couple in 3?

Haleb. By the end of the show I was honestly only watching to know what happened with them

6. who is your favorite couple in 2?

ha ha. none sorry the fandom high key ruined destiel for me before I even started the show and no others appealed to me

7. what is your favorite episode of 1?

You would think since this is a show I’ve watched 3493948 times I’d know off top. I think it might be An Affair to... Remember? Ironic that I can’t remember if it’s called an affair to remember or forget but it’s the one where Cory and Shawn can’t be friends because of Shawn’s bitch gf.

8. what is your favorite episode of 5?

The last one in season 1, whatever it’s called. Really hyped me up for the next season

9. what is your favorite season of 2?

Ummmmm hmm. I’ma say season... 5. I think. I mean it’s 2, 4, or 5. Good seasons for sure

10. how long have you watched 1?

Uh I saw reruns on cable every once and a while for like ever but I rewatched the show in full some years back, idk exactly when, and since then at least once a year I rewatch the whole show cause it’s just a lot of fun

11. how did you become interested in 3?

This is like lowkey gonna sound sad but I was on a group call with my friends in middle school and it was fun until the two of them started watching pll live without me and like forgot I was there. I felt left out and instead of hanging out I just sat there and listened to them watch the show and talk about it on the phone without me until the call ended and probably started watching the show like... immediately after

12. who is your favorite actor in 4?

Andy Samberg because he’s fucking GREAT

13. which do you prefer, 1, 2, or 5?

Ugh um. Idk those are like completely different shows. I mean comparing 1 and 5 are a little easier but even then. I’ma say 1 cause it’s... easier on the mind. I mean 5 got philosophy and shit and it’s fun and funny but I’ve honestly never said, huh let me go back and rewatch this season, which I’ve said about 1 many times. 2 too tbh but I’ma say 1 over 2 since I actually finished 1 and 2 is still going and i have no desire to catch up. Early season Supernatural might beat out bmw if I sit and think about it tho...

14. which show have you seen more episodes of, 1 or 3 ?

Uh 1? I think? Idk both have 7 seasons they probably have about the same number of episodes and I don’t feel like looking it up but I’ve certainly rewatched 1 more

15. if you could be anyone from 4, who would you be?

Um... Rosa? Yeah probably Rosa, what an icon honestly.

16. would a crossover between 3 and 4 work?

It would actually cause let’s be real the people in b99 would have figured out who A was in a single episode and could have ended the show before it got too bad haha

17. pair two characters in 1 who would make an unlikely but strangely okay couple.

I like highkey wanna say Cory and Shawn but they’re not even unlikely and strange they’re practically a couple. If they were bold enough for that back then, that’d be the true iconic love story of bmw. So since that’s over I guess I’ll just say Cory and Angela? Idk Topanga and Shawn came to mind but they don’t seem quite as unlikely on the real and maybe it would have been cool to see the main character be in an interracial relationship. Be cool the stories that might come from that. Damn... now I kinda wish that happened

18. overall, which show has the better storyline, 3 or 5?

Fucking Good Place is beast like let’s be real they eat PLL for breakfast (I did genuinely enjoy PLL I swear lol) and they know when to quit while they’re ahead. Even if the constant reset to Eleanor and Chidi is driving me up a goddamn WALL

19. which has the better theme music, 2 or 4?

Uh idk I guess Supernatural because even tho I don’t watch anymore I can still jam tf out to Carry on my wayward son but then also to consider there’s the iconic I want it that way scene. But for the sake of the question I’ll say Supernatural

This was a disaster but I did it anyway sue me

@ipoddymouth @my---druthers @vibrant-falkon @hypermania @mrs-n-uzumaki @bellamyblakesz lol the thing is I do actually know ten people to tag I just have no idea what they’re doing with their lives and their tumblrs cause I really only still interact with the ones I just put down but whatever fuck it @bonneibennett @darwinquark That’s 8... that’s enough. Wait *edit* adding @succcdrake cuz you my friend toooo sorry I didn’t include you from jump? My bad?

#tagging game #literally I'm doing this in the hopes that this becomes a thing again cause I miss it #I think back in the day I used to tag every person who came up in this but thassa lot so nah #do these things even happen anymore when you're out of a fandom I literally wasn't tagged in one in #let's see #oh shit it was this year #okay but to be fair before that it was 2017 so it's been a while since it was a regular thing #anyway thanks to me for tagging me in this fun game

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buckyscrystalqueen · 5 years

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Star Crossed Rivalry: Part 2

Pairings: Opie x Reader (SOA/TWD MC AU Crossover ) Negan daughter!Reader

Warnings: Swearing, Fluff, Smut

Word Count: 4,582

Part 1

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“Do you know how much of a fucking baby you are?” You asked your dog as you carried him the last block to your house. “Huh? You’re just a big old baby because of a damn chihuahua. Thing is like half your fucking size and you just run off, screaming like a little bitch.” You tilted your head to look at your fur child with a shake of your head. “No wonder mommy was the only one who wanted you. My ugly little baby boy. Scared of his own shadow…”

“Aren’t you supposed to put him down to walk him?” Opie asked, causing you to jump back and pull a gun from the small of your back. He raised his hands in surrender and chuckled as you scowled.

“Good way to get yourself killed.” You said as you put your gun back and set Creature down on the ground.

“Didn’t realize you carried, too.” He said as he moved his jacket aside with his hand in the pocket to show you a glimpse of the piece he had in a shoulder harness under his arm.

“Think you’re a faster draw?” You asked as you stopped beside his bike and glanced at the electrical tape on the gas tank. “What…?”

“Hides the giant SOA lettering.” He said as you took the cigarette from his hand. “And we can put it to the test one day if you want.” You nodded and handed him back his cigarette.

“I’ll win.” You said with a smile. “So what’s up? Thought you were spending time with your mama.”

“That was my intention.” He said as he took the last drag of his cigarette and put it out on the bottom of his boot. “But it was apparently one sided.”

“Damn.” You said as you bent down and caught Creature around the middle before he went wandering off. “You wanna go for a ride? I wanna show you something.”

“I got nothing else to do today.” You smiled and nodded as you glanced at your house.

“Let me put the little scaredy cat up. Give me a second?”

“Take your time.” He agreed with a smile.

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“Not really dressed for hiking when there’s no fucking path.” Opie said as he followed you down an unmaintained, basically non existent path in the middle of nowhere. You smirked and looked back over your shoulder at him as he pulled up his jeans so he wouldn't trip, making the chain holding his wallet swing even more on his hip and catch a twig.

“Will you relax?” You laughed as you stepped over a rock and took a left at a tree with a small peace sign carved into it. “We’re almost there.” He hummed behind you, and ducked under a low hanging branch as the path opened up to your ‘hiding spot’; a small little hot spring hidden in a cluster of trees. “My mom found this place as a kid. She used to bring me here when I was young when the club went into lockdown. She didn’t want me to be in harms way or around a bunch of drunk guys and sluts at that young age and this was my dad’s compromise.”

“This is beautiful.” He said as you walked past him toward a giant rock on the bank.

“You coming in?” You asked as you pulled off your shoes and socks and put them on the rock. “It’s a hot spring.”

“Wait, you’re serious?” He asked as you pulled off your shirt and tossed it on your shoes.

“No, I’m just stripping for my health.” You laughed as you pulled off your jogging pants. You cocked your eyebrow at him as he tilted his head and shamelessly checked out your body. “Hey! Little privacy?” He smirked at you and turned to the side so you could take off your bra and panties. You climbed up the rock and dove in to the exactly 97 degree water, and when you surfaced, you called him forward with your finger. “Your turn.”

“You’re outta your damn mind.” He said as he unzipped his jacket and pulled it off.

“You’re the one that decided to come back over to my house.” You teased as you tread water. “You coulda went home. Your fault.” You heard his slight chuckle as he pulled his black t-shirt over his head revealing the perfect combination of muscle to tattooed man. You bit your lip and nodded to yourself as he started unbuckling his belt before he noticed you staring.

“Your turn.” He called out with a twirl of his finger.

“You’re no fun.” You complained as you obliged and turned in the water. You swam around for a few moments before a splash directly behind you startled you. A half second later, you were yanked under the water by your ankles. “You son of a bitch!” You laughed when you surfaced as you both wiped the water from your eyes.

“Blame yourself.” He chuckled as he pushed his hair back out of his face. “This is amazing.”

“Told you.” You sighed, contently.

“So this place is sacred to you.” Opie said as he laid back in the water the slightest bit. “Why would you bring me here?”

“Honestly?” You asked as you swam over to a partially submerged rock and sat down on a flat spot you knew was there. “I love coming here. I come here to hide, to think, to talk to my mom. It’s just the perfect place in the world where the club doesn’t exist. Guns, and hate, and death don’t exist here. The only thing that matters here is nature. I brought you because not only did you come back, proving that there is such a thing as a man that’s not intimidated by my father, but I know that there is no way in hell you could find it again without me.”

“OK, let’s get something straight here.” He said as he swam over to you and searched under the water with his hands for a place to sit as well. “Your dad is fucking terrifying. And I’m not scared of shit. But for someone to look at me the way you do, knowing exactly what kinda life I lead, and open their home anyways? Shit, I need to get to know you no matter how fucking intimidating your dad is.”

“You say that now. But he’s gunna find out you’re a Son sooner or later.”

“Well here’s to hoping it’s later.” He said with a smile. His eyes trailed away to look around your little haven before looking down at the barely murky water. “Look, I don’t know how to say this… but I like you. I wanna get to know you, but I know that doing so is risky for so many reasons. I think it’d be worth figuring out…”

“What about Charming? Your brothers?”

“Told ‘em I’m staying with my sick mother for a while.”

“You don’t even know me…”

“Don’t I?” He said as he finally looked over at you. “We both know how fast paced the MC life can be. And if I learned anything in prison, it’s to grab life by the fucking balls. I have something in front of me that could last a day or a month, maybe even a year or forever. But why should we deny ourselves a little bit of fun one way or another? Even if it is for a short time.”

“So what, you wanna be my friend with benefits?” You said with a hint of sarcasm in your tone as you leaned back against the rock, letting just the tops of your breasts peek out above the water.

“Fuck buddy, girlfriend, friend, old lady… why does it have to have a label? Why can’t it just be two people, who appreciate what’s in front of them for as long as possible?” You looked away from him with a sigh as he gestured to you and your spot in general.

“Ope, this is a bad idea.” You said as he pushed off the rock and swam in front of you.

“I’m all about bad ideas, sweetheart.” He said as he easily lifted you off the rock. “I’m a fucking Son.”

“A Son with a death wish.” You said as you wrapped your legs around his waist.

“That’s the best kind of Son.” He said as he wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you into his chest. “Come on, (Y/N). Admit it. You wouldn’t have invited me to your house if you didn’t wanna fuck me, too.”

“Oh, you cocky son of a bitch.” You laughed as you wrapped your arms around his neck, and leaned forward to capture his lips with yours. He hummed against your lips and hugged you tight as he kept you both afloat in the water. After a few moments, he pulled back to catch his breath, sending a shiver down your spine when his wet beard brushed across your chest.

“Goddamn it, Opie. You’re gunna be the fucking death of me.”

“Worth it.”

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Negan was used to going all day or more without seeing you for one reason or another. If it wasn’t because of club business, it was because of the adventurous ‘hippie’ soul you had inherited from Lucille. Just like his late wife, you were always spending your days getting lost in the woods, or making a new jogging path through the neighborhood he and your mother had called home since before you were even born. He knew that there was a ninety-nine percent chance if you didn’t come home at night, you could be found down by the little lake your mother loved to take you to as a child, camping out under the stars, and telling her all about your day.

He wasn’t, however, used to seeing you coming home from fuck only knows on the back of some assholes motorcycle.

“The fuck is this shit?” He growled to Simon as he watched you get off the bike right before Opie. His eyes narrowed as the tall, tattooed man tickled your sides before picking you up over his shoulder and carrying you toward the front door of your house. Negan leapt to his feet as the sounds of your laughter danced across the mountain. “Fuck this shit. Where’s my fucking gun?”

“It’s just a guy, boss.” Simon called out toward Negan’s back before he sighed and followed his president through the small line of trees between your houses. “Aw, man. Fuck.” He sighed to himself as Negan walked right into your house without even knocking.

“Out!” Negan roared, causing Opie to startle and fall off of you on to the floor from the couch. You lurched upright, momentarily grateful that you had only just gotten back and hadn’t been able to get farther than you were.

“What the fuck are you doing?!” You screeched as you pulled your shirt back into place and got to your feet. “You can’t just walk in here…”

“Fuck I can’t!” Your father said as he took a couple steps back from you pushing him toward the door. “I can do whatever the fuck I want, little girl.”

“No, you can’t!” You repeated as you glared up at him. “This is my fucking house!”

“That I fucking payed for!” He snapped back as Simon shook his head at Opie before the latter could interject.

“And I’m not one of your fucking things you can boss around!” You screamed as you shoved your father back toward the front door again. “I’m your fucking kid!”

“And as my fucking kid, you should show some Goddamn respect!”

“You want respect?” You asked as you jabbed your finger into his chest. “Then give me some fucking respect in return. Don’t come fucking barging into my mother fucking house, demanding my fucking company to fucking leave. I’m an adult, Dad, not a child. I can make my own choices on who I have in my house. I am old enough to be able to look at someone and know if they are good or fucking bad for me. And if you were to take five fucking seconds to be a fucking father and not try to fucking scare off every fucking guy I try to bring home, maybe you would see that you did a really good fucking job in raising me!” Negan blinked at you a couple times in shock as you glanced over and pointed at Simon. “And get your goon out of my house!”

“Fuck, could you be anymore like your mother?” Negan asked as his face softened the slightest bit, revealing your father to you and not the president of the MC. You sighed and put your hands on your hips with a small shake of your head.

“Are you done barging in to my fucking house?” He rolled his eyes, sarcastically and gestured for Simon to leave before sizing up Opie.

“House party tomorrow night.” He said as he looked back down at you. “Bring him if you think he can handle his fucking own.”

“Oh no.” You said as Negan turned on his heel and walked out the front door without a glance back. “You’re not using the club to scare him off!”

“Nine PM daughter!” He chuckled as he headed back through the trees. “Everyone’s coming.” You froze in the doorway for a moment and rapped your fingers on the frame as he disappeared into his house with Simon.

“Mother fucker.” You grumbled as you grabbed the front door and slammed it closed.

“What?” You shook your head and turned around to look at the man standing in your living room.

“He wants you to meet the presidents of every Saviors charter tomorrow night.”

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“About fucking time you got here.” Negan said as you lead Opie into the Saviors club house, the Sanctuary, at quarter ‘til ten the next night. “I told you nine.”

“And I didn’t know what to wear.” You said as you kissed his cheek and glanced at the pool game he was playing with your ‘uncle’ Rick, the president of the Alexandria charter out of Virginia. “We’re going to get a drink.”

“Not without saying hello to your Aunt first, you’re not.” Your ‘aunt’, Michonne said as she stood up with a smile.

“Aunt ‘Chonne!” You cooed as you let go of Opie’s hand for a moment to give the VP of Alexandria a hug. “How’s Virginia?”

“Cold.” She said as she took a step back and looked over at Opie. “Who’s this, a new prospect?”

“It’s Opie.” He said with a smile as he stepped forward and shook Michonne’s hand. “Not looking to prospect.”

“He’s just here to stake his claim on my heart.” You said with a glance over at your dad as he talked to Rick in hushed tones about your date.

“Oh no.” Michonne breathed as she looked over at her husband with a shake of her head.

“Oh yea.” You confirmed. “So I purposely came late, plan on staying just long enough to say hi to everyone, then I’m getting out of here as fast as physically possible so I don’t lose another one to the club.”

“Good choice.” She said with a nod as she eyed Opie up and down. “Looks like a keeper.” You smiled as a slight flush rose on Opie’s cheeks.

“I hope so.” You said as you wrapped your arm around his waist and looked up at him with a smile. “He seems like the perfect balance of trouble.”

“That would be you.” He teased as he rubbed your shoulder and looked at the patches on the front of her leather kutte.

“Hey, is Maggie here yet?” You asked as you looked around the crowded room.

“She’s up in the President’s suite with the boy.” Michonne said as she pointed to the back stairs. “Little man wasn’t feeling well, so she had to bring him along for the weekend trip.”

“Shit.” You sighed as you looked back at the stairs that lead to the countless amounts of dorms in the repurposed old factory. “Poor thing. I’ll head up there in a bit to say hi then. Get a drink first.”

“Stay out of trouble, little girl.” She said as she kissed your cheek before reaching out to squeeze Opie’s arm. “Stay strong.” He nodded his head as the VP turned her attention back to her husband and your dad with a scowl on her face.

“Female patches?” Opie asked as he lead you through the crowd toward the giant bar that took up half the far wall of the room.

“We’re a club of equality.” You told him with a nod. “My mom started it when a woman named Regina wanted to prospect when I was around 11. My mom told my dad to let her do it, knowing full well that Gigi would outshine any other prospect. And damn did she ever. She patched in a month early of her prospect term, and started a whole new wave of female members in the ranks.” Opie nodded as you ordered two beers from the prospect behind the bar that you knew wasn’t going to make it in the club much longer. You passed him his drink and gestured to the couch you always claimed as yours when you were at the club house with your bottle.

“Officers positions were always for men.” You said as two Kingdom patches got up from your couch for you. You sat down beside Opie and put your legs over his lap to subtly tell people to leave you alone. “It wasn’t just a gender thing, it just happened that all the positions have been taken by men since the club started. Until Glenn. He was the President of the Hilltop just outside of Atlanta. About six years ago, he found out he had cancer. Took him quick. When he was asked who he wanted to replace his legacy, his answer was his wife, Maggie. My dad didn’t hesitate to agree to Maggie being the president to show me that I could one day do the same thing. Sort of a double edged threat, and promise you know.”

“Wow.” He breathed as he brushed his hand across your jean covered shins. “But you never prospected?”

“I never wanted to.” You said with a glance over at your father. “My mom was never a fan of the MC, but she loved my father more than life itself. She passed away just after my 13th birthday. The heartbreak from losing her coupled with the women of the club trying to mother me after her death to get closer to my dad, pushed me farther away from the club. My dad got to the point where he realized that if he pushed me toward prospecting when I turned 17, he’d lose me forever. So he backed off me following his footsteps. And instead, he let me go… on a short leash, of course. And then he tried to get all the guys I brought home that would take me away to prospect to try to get me to stay close to the club.” You looked up at Opie with a smile and leaned into his chest. “Guess I just had to go to a rival club to find a date.”

“Well lucky me.” He said as he brushed his fingertips down your spine. You smiled and nodded as he leaned down to give you a chaste kiss while your ex, Alden, called out your name.

“You gunna say hi or what?” He asked.

“Fuck off, Alden.” You said as you rolled your head on Opie’s chest to look over at him. “Go shove your head back up my dad’s ass.” Opie choked back a laugh as you kicked your legs off his lap and reached out your hand for his. “Come on. Let’s go mingle.”

“Wait, (Y/N). I just wanted to say…” Alden tried until your six foot four beau stood up and towered over him.

“Pretty sure the lady said fuck off.” Ope said with a shrug as he reached out for your hand. “But you could always keep trying to talk to my old lady. That works too.” You tried to keep your face unreadable as you turned around to look at Opie with a small smile.

“Word choice.” You whispered as Alden walked away, thankfully not noticing the title Opie used. “Old lady is more of an MC term.”

“Fuck. Sorry, baby.” You nodded your head as you glanced at the few people around you that were thankfully too lost in their own conversations or the music to notice Opie’s slip. You nodded your head and laced your arm with his.

“Let’s go, trouble.”

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“Daddy.” You said softly, not wanting to interrupt his poker game to much. “We’re leaving.” Negan barely glanced over at you as his words registered in his head before he turned in the chair to look at you and his watch.

“It’s not even fucking midnight!” He shouted as he threw his cards face down on the table. “He…”

“He’s taking me home.” You said as you stepped back toward Opie before your dad could get to him to pull him away. “Daddy, please…”

“I need to have a fucking drink with the man.” He said as he searched your eyes.

“Dad.” You repeated as you put your hand on his chest. “Please. Not him.” Your father sighed subtly and reached up to put his hand on yours on his chest.

“Are you fucking sure about this asshole?” He asked loud enough for only you to hear over the music. You nodded your head and smiled, knowing how tricky your dad could be when he wants answers which would only lead to trouble if you didn’t leave at that moment.

“I’m sure.” You repeated. Your father nodded his head and bent down to kiss your forehead.

“Make sure you lock up the house. I’m staying here tonight.” You nodded your head as he sized Opie up. “Make sure you get my fucking daughter home.”

“You got it.” He said with a nod as you reached back for his hand.

“Bye Dad!” You squeaked as you turned on your heel and pulled Opie out of the side room after you. You said good bye to a few people between you and the door before making your way into the cold night air. “You know what I think?” You said as you turned in your spot in the moon light. “I think… since we won’t have any nosy neighbors… a lovely dip in the hot tub is just want the two of us need.” He hummed and wrapped his arms around your middle as he walked you backwards to his motorcycle.

“I think, that sounds like fucking heaven.” You let out a squealed laugh as he lifted up and set you down on the seat of his bike. He playfully nipped at your bottom lip as you wrapped your arms and legs around his body. “Let’s go, beautiful.” You nodded your head and shifted back on the seat as he straddled his bike and passed you back your helmet. The ride back was beautifully peaceful and you were pulling up your private road in under twenty minutes. You couldn’t stop yourself the entire journey from teasing your companion, and because of that, clothes hit the wood floor as fast as physically possible the second you walked in the door. The two of you fucked and came before you even made it out the back door.

“That wasn’t supposed to happen.” You laughed as you lowered yourself into the hot water. “We were supposed to have a beer, stare at the stars, and fuck slowly and passionately…”

“I don’t do slow and passionate.” Opie chuckled as he got in beside you and pulled you onto his lap. “I fuck. Hard, fast, and fucking rough.”

“And you are oh so fucking good at it.” You said as you ran your fingertips up his bare, tattooed chest. “I could happily fuck you all fucking day.”

“I am up for that challenge.” He said as you wrapped your arms around his neck and brushed your hands across the Sons tattoo on his back. You smiled and rested your forehead against his as he pulled your hips back toward his.

“Promise?”

“For as long as you want me, baby.” You smiled and captured his lips with yours as he lined himself up and pushed himself back into your core. Your mouth fell slack as you moved your legs on the seat to get him as deep as physically possible.

“Fuuuck.” You moaned as you held his shoulders and leaned back for even more room. Opie instantly stood up and turned so that you were partially sitting on the seat. He growled and spread your legs wider as he found his footing.

“Goddamn I could fucking live between your fucking legs, woman.”

“Opie, fucking move!”

“Yea ma’am.” He teased as he gripped your thighs and picked up a forceful pace. You laced your fingers in his long hair and pulled him down to you with a throaty whine. He nodded his head as he devoured your lips. Every inch of your body thrummed with need as he fucked you like your lives depended on it. Your moans echoed across your yard, like a kinky symphony for nature to hear. Both of you tried to hold on to one another in the water, your limbs slipping across each others bodies until Opie finally gave up.

“Come here.” He growled as he pulled out of you and lifted you up out of the water into the chilly air. He jumped out of the hot tub behind you and quickly bent you over the side before slamming back into you from behind.

“Oh fuck, Ope.” You gasped as you propped your foot up on the stairs and held on to the edge of the tub.

“Fuck, so much better.” He said as he grabbed your hair and your shoulder to hold on to. “Cum for me, little girl. Cum on my dick. Let me fucking feel you, baby.” You whined and nodded your head as you risked letting go of the edge of your hot tub to find your clit.

“Opie, so close.” You whined as you rubbed fast circles on your bud. Opie gave a quick, firm yank of your hair, sending you over the edge as a quivering mess. With a shout, Opie came right after you, burying himself deep in your warmth as a shiver raced down your spine. You fell on the plastic siding and reached back to pull Opie down on top of you to keep you both warm.

“OK, come here.” He said after a moment as he forced himself to pull out and picked you up. “It’s fucking cold.” You giggled and nodded in agreement as he shifted you in his arms and set you back into the warm water. He quickly jumped in after you, splashing water all over the place as he huddled down into the water as deep as he could go and pulling you on his lap.

“Perfect.” You said as you curled into his chest, trying to take whatever warmth you could from him. He nodded his head and kissed forehead as he held you tight to his chest.

“Perfect.”

Part 3

#Opie x Reader #Star Crossed Rivalry #Opie Winston x Reader

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coffee-obsessed-writer · 7 years

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The New World - Part 4

Here’s part 4, hopefully, you all enjoy xox

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

Daryl x Reader, Daryl x Maggie, Maggie X Reader, Daryl x Glenn, Negan x All

Warnings: Implied smut, language, Canon-Violence, Canon-divergence, some fluffy moments with Daddy Daryl, some comic crossover story

Word Count: 3547

Daryl put his cup of coffee on the counter and folded you into him. He gazed down at you with a smile and expression that was full of love and pride.

“Mornin’ sweetheart,” he kissed you gently and you both laughed when Maggie made a gagging sound.

“I knew that wouldn’t take long…” she rolled her eyes and put down her mug of tea. “But now ain’t the time. Rick’s waitin’ at the church for us.”

“This about what happened yesterday?” you asked, the feeling of anxiety returning to your stomach. “You guys really think that prick had something to do with it?”

“I do,” Maggie answered, pushing her shoulders back, “somehow, he did it. He’s got someone here helpin’ him. We just gotta figure out who?”

“Yesterday, walkers got through the gates,” Rick’s voice boomed through the hollows of the church, “now, we don’t know exactly how that happened but trust me when I tell you, we are going to figure it all out.”

The murmurs grew louder and Rick waited a moment or two before continuing. He turned to give Michonne a tentative look, who was standing behind him up near the pulpit. She gave him a single nod, and barely-there smile, but it was all the Sheriff needed to continue.

“We are working on making sure it never happens again. Luckily, no one was hurt, but we are aware that many of you were unprepared. I want everyone to have a knife on them at all times. However, given the circumstances, until we figure out exactly what happened, only those on guard duty either at the wall or the prison will be armed with guns.”

The murmurs grew again, but Rick didn’t give them a chance to get carried away. “Listen, listen… I know how you feel. I don’t really like it either. But, we do have a prisoner within the walls, and while he’s been quiet for a while now, it doesn’t mean he’s not capable of trouble. So, again, until we can get it sorted out, everyone carries a knife to protect themselves against walkers, but only guards are to be armed.”

When the voices started to swell again, Maggie acted.

“Please, listen to Rick,” Maggie called out while standing up. “Negan is dangerous. We can’t be caught off guard again. Just give Rick a few days and we can fill everyone in on what he finds,” Maggie looked at the Sheriff and he gave her an appreciative nod.

“That’s it for now,” he spoke up again, “head back to whatever you had planned and carry on as usual. Just have a knife at the ready and eyes open at all times.”

Alexandrians slowly streamed from the church, but you Daryl, Maggie and Glenn hung back with Rick and Michonne.

“They don’t seem happy,” you said, looking between your friends trying to read their faces.

“No, they ain’t, but I know that asshole is behind this. Just gotta find out who lured the guards off the wall. I wanna talk to him again,” Daryl crossed his arms over his chest. “Just give me five fucking minutes with the prick.”

You flashed Daryl a warning glance, but if he saw it he didn’t react. “No way you’re going in there by yourself.”

“No, she’s right Daryl, you leave him be. I got a few ideas of how to handle him.” Rick gave the archer a look that warned him to steer clear. But you knew better than anyone that when Daryl got a notion in his head, it was hard for him to let it go and that realization was enough to start the anxiety growing in the pit of your stomach.

“I’m… I’m gonna go grab some supplies from the pantry. If you guys work shit out, let me know.” The sudden need to leave the church hit you like a ton of bricks. The thought of Daryl going face to face with the psychopath in the cell made you cringe. The idea that he was itching to do it simply made you crazy.

Since the war ended with the Saviors, and Negan was locked up, Daryl had been anxious to get time alone with him. He wanted to get even for the hell that Negan put everyone through, but mostly, he wanted justice for Abraham.

“Y/N,” Daryl called after you, “you alright?”

“Yeah, just need to get some lunch for the kids, forgot to stop there yesterday. I’ll catch you back home.” Your need for fresh air was overwhelming, so you turned quickly to leave before anyone else could stop you.

Walking quickly down the street, you came to a stop at the road, where you’d turn for the pantry. Instead, you walked straight towards where the prisoner lived. Rosita stood with her gun propped against her shoulder outside the door.

“Anything from him today?” you asked her.

“Nope,” was all Rosita would say as she gave a cursory glance into the door. “He’s been quiet.”

“Great,” you said and turned to walk away before she could pick up on the sardonic tone of your voice. “That’s what I was afraid of.”

Later that afternoon, you walked into the house with an armload of pantry supplies and heard familiar voices drifting in from the dining room. Rounding the corner, you saw Daryl leaning against the wall, while Rick, Glenn, Maggie and Michonne sat around your table with serious faces.

The conversation stopped when you entered the room, and you felt a little taken aback.

“I guess the public portion of the crisis management plan is over, now we’re onto the inner circle briefing I see,” you tried to crack a joke but only Daryl offered you a smile.

“Hey,” he kissed your head and wrapped an arm around your waist.

“So, what’s happening?” you asked, looking back and forth between them waiting for someone to give you a straight answer.

Rick stood up from the table, along with Michonne and started walking towards the door. “We gotta get over to the jail, gonna be puttin’ two guards on him at all times now. Daryl will fill you in on the rest. We’re gonna get it all sorted out Y/N, I promise.”

The sheriff smiled and nodded once in Daryl’s direction. Michonne touched your shoulder and squeezed it as she followed Rick through the front door.

Maggie and Glenn stood up next also headed towards the front door.

“Where’s Hershel?” you asked looking down the hallway, “where are all the kids for that matter?”

“They’re still with Enid,” Maggie said picking up her jacket off the chair. “Gonna head over there to grab ‘em soon. Want me to keep Abe and Shelby for a bit?” Maggie was looking to Daryl now, and that familiar feeling of anxiety that had already taken root was growing by the minute.

Daryl nodded, “Yeah, that’d be great. Thanks. I’ll come by and grab ‘em later.”

“Hey,” Maggie turned to you and took her hand. “Just hear him out, okay? Remember what we talked about last night?” You nodded your head at your best friend and she gave your hand one last squeeze.

Daryl followed them to the front door and closed it softly. When he came back into the room, you could see he had a lot on his mind, and no matter what it was, it couldn’t be good.

“Alright, out with it. What’s Rick’s plan and how long will you be gone?”

Daryl laughed, shaking his head enough for his hair to obscure his eyes. He absently brushed it from his face and pulled out a chair for you to sit in.

“Shit, you want me to sit down… this can’t be good,” your voice was shaky and no matter how hard you tried to quell your nerves, you couldn’t.

“Rick thinks we should go talk to Ezekiel and Jesus. See if they’ve been havin’ any trouble like we did the other day. We can’t prove shit with Negan yet… chances are its him. But, what if it’s not? Rick would feel better if we talk to them both.”

“So, a trip to The Kingdom and The Hilltop?” you settled a little at that idea, though you knew it would be a rather long trip. Rick and Daryl had ventured to those communities many times over the years since things had been settled with the Saviors. “Ok, that’s not so bad. When do you and Rick leave?”

“Rick ain’t goin’. He wants to stay here. Him, Michonne, Carl, Rosita… they’re gonna keep a close eye on Negan,” Daryl sighed and leaned forward on the table. Finding your hand and taking it in his, he locked eyes with you, and you knew that there was something more.

“What? What aren’t you telling me?” Daryl covered your hand with both of his and let a soft smile touch his lips.

“I want you and the kids to come. Maggie and Glenn too…” Your whole body tensed and Daryl saw it. “Y/N, this is what we talked about. Getting the kids out beyond the walls...”

“Yes, I know. But, I thought maybe right beyond the walls, in the surrounding woods. Not a two-day trip back and forth to the Kingdom and another to the Hilltop. That’s a lot for them. Hell, it’s a lot for anyone.”

“Think about what they could see and experience. The Kingdom has other kids, and Ezekiel has expanded that place a lot since you were there last. He’s got them learning archery, ’specially the young ones. There’s even a shootin’ range within their walls now.”

Burying your face in your hands, you could feel the constriction starting in your chest. Even though Daryl was right, and you had acknowledged that, the idea of traveling that far with Abe and Shelby was beyond frightening.

“Daryl, you said Rick is staying behind. I think the kids and I should stay, you and Glenn go. If Maggie wants too, fine, Hershel can stay here with me. But, I just don’t think…”

Daryl stood up suddenly, the chair kicking back harder than he intended. The frustration was clearly written across his furrowed brow.

“No.” His hands were on his hips as he started pacing back and forth. “I ain’t going without ya, ‘n I gotta go, so…”

“Daryl, please. You can go and when you get back, we can talk about the best way to start teaching them whatever –”

“No! You ain’t hearin’ me woman, you’re goin’ and so are they,” he exhaled and you could tell he was trying to calm himself down.

“Why? Whys is it so important that this be it… that we all go?!”

“Because you’re my goddamn wife ‘n I fuckin’ want you with me!” he growled, immediately regretting the force with which he said it.

Despite his explosive nature in that moment, you felt a swell of love and pride in the man standing in front of you. Through the long fringes of hair, his eyes found yours and you could see his body noticeably relax once your gazes locked.

“I always just want you with me,” Daryl’s voice cracked.

Standing up from the chair, you wrapped your hands around his biceps and rubbed them lightly.

“That’s the first time you ever called me that,” you smirked and swallowed hard, trying to keep the swirl of emotion to not overtake the moment.

Daryl hung his head, and gently nudged his forehead to yours. Pulling back, he rubbed a thumb over your cheek and drew in a deep breath.

“I know I never really did it proper,” he shrugged one shoulder, his voice softer, “never got ya a ring or had a big party or nothin’. But, your still as much my wife as Maggie is Glenn’s… or Michonne is Rick’s.”

“I don’t need any of that Daryl. I’ve thought of you as my husband the second Shelby was born,” you rested your forehead to his chest and drew in a deep breath of him. Feeling his arms wrap around you made you feel like you could do or be anything. You could be his wife, the mother of his children, and brave enough to take on all that meant.

“Somethin’ like this, somethin’ this big, I don’t think I coulda done it with anyone else. Bein’ someone’s dad… somebody’s husband. It’s a lot. But you make me wanna do it. You make me wanna be somebody y’all can count on. I’d die before I let ya down.”

“You never have Daryl and you never will. I don’t think it’s even possible.” You reached up and left a soft kiss on his lips, and he returned it in kind. When you parted, you caught the gaze in your husband’s azure eyes. You wanted to give him as much as he’s given you, and knew that there was no way you could deny what he wanted so badly. “So, when do we leave?”

“Really?” a slow smile unfolded on his face.

“Yeah, really. Let’s do it. The first annual Dixon and Rhee family vacation is a go!” you laughed as Daryl ran a hand through the top of your hair, down to your neck and pulled your lips to his.

Daryl’s mouth was already open as it crashed onto yours, ready to devour you. His embrace tightened on you, nearly knocking you over and your laughter through his kisses made him press down on you harder.

Pulling away, his gaze narrowed and got serious again. “I love ya, more than just about anything else in this world.”

“Same, Dixon… same,” you kissed him again, and felt as though you really could do just about anything as long as he was standing right next to you.

As night fell over Alexandria, the usual quiet calm blanketed the community as each one of the residents found their way home. Once the streets were empty, he waited until it was the changing of the guards at the prisoner’s cell to break the cover of darkness and head to the rear entrance to the cell.

Normally locked, he pulled the key from his jeans and carefully let it slide into handle. It made a much bigger noise than he anticipated, making him cringe and fortify himself to be caught. When he was sure no one heard the clank, he slipped into the rear entrance of the house containing the prison cell and waited until he knew the guards were changing shifts before making his presence known.

Removing his hat, he left it near the door and carefully removed the patch that covered his non-existent eye. He did that whenever he had snuck in here to see Negan. At first it had just been to prove that he wasn’t afraid of the man. But after that, Negan made it known that he wanted to always see Carl’s face, sans patch and hat.

Carl had no idea what the big man’s game was. He knew he was somehow responsible for the gate getting open and walkers getting in. He’d been coming to see Negan under the cover of night for years, and while they normally just talked, it was clear that he was up to something much more; and that was something Carl would not stand for.

What started out of mere curiosity, developed into some strange sort of friendship between the prisoner and the sheriff’s son. As the years progressed and Carl got older, walkers or no walkers, Carl and Rick began to butt heads over more than just the usual teenager stuff.

Carl wanted to be his own man, travel between the communities and start a life of his own. One night while staring Negan down, the man simply asked him what it was that he wanted. Since that moment, Carl had found a rather strange acquaintance in Negan.

Negan found something even better in Carl; he found the possibility of another ally.

Carl’s bootsteps fell softly on the concrete floor. There was no guard outside yet, which means the shift change was late, so he only had a few minutes. Rounding the corner, he could see Negan awake, only his white teeth shining in a larger than life smile from the corner shadows of the cell.

“Carl! Boy am I happy to see you. Bring me something good tonight?” Negan pushed himself off the wall and sauntered over to the cell door. He rested his arms on the horizontal bar, letting his hands and wrists hanging over casually, while gently pressing his face against the vertical bars. “I am starving! Seems as though dear old dad doesn’t think I deserve a proper dinner. Even though, I’ve proven I am more than willing to feed his own kids.”

Carl reluctantly pulled an apple from his coat pocket and went to hand it to Negan. Before he could take it from the boy’s hands, Carl pulled it away, glaring his one eye at him.

“How did you do it?” Carl asked without relinquishing is gaze or the apple.

“Do what?” Negan feigned confusion.

“You know what.”

“Oh, that?” Negan mocking swung his torso around and pointed out the small window towards the front of the community. When he turned back to Carl, his face was contorted into a mocking frown, but his eyes were alive and playful.

“Carl! Buddy… I am hurt that you think it was me. I get your dad thinking it, but you? Come the fuck on kid, I thought we trusted each other?”

“I don’t trust you at all,” Carl puffed out his chest and stood taller.

“Really?” Negan purred making his way back to the cell door. “The why have you been coming to see me a few times a week for the past couple years? And what would Daddy Rick think if he knew?”

“Tell him, like I give a shit,” Carl could feel his anger growing. He had thought given his rather odd friendship with the prisoner, that maybe he would be able to get an answer, but he could see that Negan wasn’t going to give up anything.

“Well, maybe I will!” Negan licked his teeth and glared at the boy that wasn’t so much a boy anymore. He saw something flash across Carl’s face and for the first time since the cell gate closed behind him years before, he felt a spot of uncertainty in the pit of his stomach. “Or,” he continued, eyeing the apple in Carl’s grip, “You can give me the apple, and maybe I’ll tell you a story. Wanna hear a story, kid? Cause I got a doozy.”

Negan flashed his wide, toothy grin to the sheriff’s son. Carl slowly held the apple forward until Negan’s grip was on it, his large hand covering the fruit, along with Carl’s hand. The two held the grip over the apple for more than a second before Carl finally relented, letting the prisoner have it.

“Atta boy…” Negan sunk his teeth into the tough red skin, letting the juice drip into his long beard. He didn’t care or didn’t notice, because he continued to eat the fruit as if it was his last meal on Earth. “Have a seat kid, and I’ll tell ya a tale.”

The morning dawned over the community, but clouds kept the sun at bay. Daryl had pulled the RV around to the front of your house, while Maggie and Glenn were bringing their packs out to the walkway.

Shelby and Hershel were playing with the chalk again, while Abe was snuggled in your arms. His short, steady breathing told you he was nearly back to sleep again, and you relished in the weight of the boy in your arms.

Daryl came up the walk, pausing at the sight of you and his son snuggled together. He gently rubbed Abe’s head as he left a kiss on your cheek.

“You ready?” he asked softly.

“Mmhmm,” you cooed, not wanting to disturb Abe.

Daryl leaned into your ear opposite Abe, so only you could hear him. “You know you look pretty fuckin’ sexy right now. Maybe Maggie could take the boy for a bit and we could…”

“Daryl,” you smacked him playfully in the chest with your free hand, “Really? Now?”

“Any fucking time, any fucking place,” he growled, his hand grabbing your ass heartily before walking back up to the porch to get the rest of the bags.

Once the RV was packed with bags and kids, you, Maggie and Glenn settled in for the trip to The Kingdom. From the passenger seat, you watched Daryl and Rick talking and even sparing a laugh or two. Rick smacked Daryl’s shoulder in a brotherly gesture as Daryl gave him a pronounced nod before getting in the RV. Watching them together left you with a warm feeling growing in your core. The fear you held onto at the thought of the trip was disappearing second by second as you realized that the people around you would go above and beyond to ensure the safety of your family.

There wouldn’t be another Robbie in your life, not ever. Your husband was strong and brave and would go to extreme lengths to keep you all safe. Your best friend and her husband were just as brave and capable, refusing to take shit from anyone. The others, Rick, Michonne, Carl, Carol, Sasha, Rosita… they could all be counted on to be there when things were scary.

Daryl sat down in the driver’s seat with a huff and turned the engine over. Putting the hulking vehicle into gear, it lurched forward causing a squeal of delight from the kids and Glenn to ask Daryl if he should do the driving.

Daryl silently flipped Glenn off in the rearview mirror, making both you and Maggie laugh. You took in a deep breath, exhaled and felt excited for the journey ahead. Once he got her going, the RV rolled on without a hitch as Daryl directed it out beyond the walls of Alexandria and onward towards the Kingdom.

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buckyscrystalqueen · 5 years

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Adventure: Part 1

Pairings: John Winchester x Reader (SOA/SPN crossover)

Warnings: Swearing, fluff, angst

Word Count: 4,063

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“Jax… please let me go on this run.” You asked for the hundredth time as you sat on your shared bed watching him pack his over night bag for the annual bike show down in Arizona. “I promise, I’ll stay out of the way…”

“I said no, (Y/N)!” Your husband snapped as he shoved his shirts in his bag. “God, why can’t you just listen to me for once?” You scoffed, crossed your arms over your chest and actually started pouting as he checked the magazine of his gun and shoved it in the back of his jeans.

“This is unbelievable, Jackson.” He rolled his eyes and flipped the top of his bag closed with a shake of his head.

“You can come with me next time.” He placated as he came over to your side of the bed and gave you a harsh kiss good-bye. “Love you, baby.”

“Love you.” You grumbled as you watched him walk out the bedroom door, yet again. It had been the same thing at least once a week, every week, for the past ten years you had been married. And it was the last time you were going to sit back and let it happen. The second your front door closed behind the man you had fallen out of love with so long ago, you lurched to your feet and started packing.

You weren’t that girl that would just sit back while her man went off on all sorts of adventures. You were the girl that went searching for your own adventures. You were the fire house baby foster child that had bounced around the state of California since you were two days old, who started working at a grocery store the day you turned 14 so that the day you turned 16, you could put every penny you saved into a beat up, Ford Maverick. From that day on, with your GED in hand, the world was yours… until you met Jax Teller.

He and Opie had found you, fast asleep, in the back seat of your car in the lot next to Teller-Morrow one early morning after you had raided the garage for tools in a vain attempt to fix your car by yourself by the light of the street lamps. They had knocked on your open door with the wrench you had taken, and startled you so bad, you slammed your head against the low roof of your car. The two men had taken a step back and simply watched as you screamed at them for sneaking up on ‘a poor, defenseless woman like that’ and by the end of the day, Jackson Teller had found his way into your heart and you wrapped yourself around his little finger.

The two of you did everything together; snuck out until all hours of morning to cause all sorts of trouble and disappeared for entire weekends to the club’s cabin without a word to anyone. Gemma realized quickly that having the pair of you under the same roof would lead to absolutely no good, so she had Chibs take you in just to get you out of your car. That lasted all of a week before you were sneaking into Jax’s bedroom window and he into yours. No matter how hard they tried to keep you apart, there was nothing they could do to stop you from being together. You were just north of eighteen when you got his crow across your lower back and two days after you turned nineteen, you got married. If you had known then what you knew now, you would have never said I do.

“My turn for an adventure, Jackson.” You mumbled to yourself as you pulled the tarp of your old car that was sitting in your garage. You tossed your bag of clothes in the back seat and shook your head, knowing that you were going to have only twenty-four hours to get rid of this car. You checked the stash of cash you had hidden away in the past few months in the middle console as you slid into the driver’s seat and grabbed the keys from the visor.

“It’s my Goddamn turn.”

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“Stupid piece of shit.” You grumbled to yourself as you stood, staring at your smoking engine on the side of interstate 50 some where in Nevada. “You couldn’t even get me out of Sons territory, could you, you hunk of junk?” You sighed loudly and stood up straight. You watched yet another car drive by without stopping and shook your head.

“You know, you would think a half dressed, twenty something in itty-bitty jean shorts and a tank top would get someones attention but noooo. They’re just gunna leave me here to die all by my lonesome.” You continued to mutter to yourself as you leaned in the driver side window and grabbed your bag from the backseat. The wad of cash, totaling a sum of just over a couple thousand dollars was shoved in your bra and you shoved your cell phone and your small purse in your backpack.

“And so the adventure begins.” You said as you grabbed your headphones and shoved them into your iPod. With a single glance back at your car, you pulled your shirt down over your tattoo and hand gun, put your bag on your back to try and keep them covered and started walking east. You only walked for an hour before someone finally pulled over and came to your rescue.

“Where you headed?” A handsome man called out as he pulled up along side you in a black GMC pick up truck. You smiled up at the older gentleman through the open passenger window and shrugged.

“No where. Just looking for an adventure.” He chuckled and nodded his head as he leaned across the seat and opened the passenger door.

“Well get in. I can take you as far east as Colorado but I’m going north from there.”

“I’ll take whatever ride I can. That’s the whole point of an adventure, right? I’m (Y/N).”

“John.” The man said as he put his truck in drive and pulled back onto the highway. “You been on the road long?” You smiled and shook your head as you glanced in the side view mirror at the life you were leaving behind.

“Been away from the road too long is more like it.” You looked over at him as he nodded his head in understanding.

“Yea… I know that feeling all too well, sweetheart.” He smiled at you as his brown eyes found yours. “Welcome home.”

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“So, dinner’s on me.” You said as John pulled into the parking lot of a small diner somewhere in northwest Colorado. “Just a thanks for giving me a ride.”

“Oh I can’t let that happen, sweetheart. I got dinner.” You scoffed as you subtly grabbed your Beretta 92FS from the back of your jean shorts and leaned forward to put it in your bag; missing John’s glance over at the black ink sprawled across your lower back.

“What, do I not look like a girl that can handle herself?” You teased as you glanced over at him with a smile. He chuckled as he grabbed his wallet from the slot in the dashboard and shoved it in his jacket pocket.

“I don’t doubt you can. But I know you’re running from something and you don’t have a car or a destination in mind. You’re gunna need all the help you can get so if I can buy you dinner to help you out, I’m gunna.” You hummed and nodded your head as you put on one of Jax’s flannel shirts to keep you warm against the slight bite of cold air outside the warm truck.

“Well thanks. For everything.” He nodded at you as the two of you headed into the small diner. You grabbed a corner booth so that you could face the door; a habit you picked up from years of always having to watch your back. John watched you like a hawk as you tucked yourself into the corner of the booth and scanned the diner for any glimpse of a kutte.

“Can I ask you something personal?” He asked after you both ordered coffees and waters. You nodded as you pulled your left knee up to your chest and propped your foot up on the booth. You watched him sigh as he ran his hand across his salt and pepper scruff. “Did he beat you? Is that why you’re running?” You met his eyes and chose to play dumb.

“Who?” His face deadpanned slightly as he reached across the table and picked up your left hand. You glanced down at your wedding ring and swore softly under your breath for forgetting to leave it at home like you had wanted. You sighed as you pulled your hand back and really looked at your ring. “No. No, he wasn’t abusive.” You said with a slight shake of your head as you pulled off your ring and moved it to your other hand. You looked up at John and shrugged as your waitress set down your drinks. Once you ordered, you sighed.

“We got married when I was nineteen and we had absolutely no business doing so. Sure we loved each other but Jax was the first person that ever made me feel safe. He was the first person that gave me a reason to actually call somewhere other than my car a home. I was naïve when I said ‘I do’ but in the last ten years, I grew up and realized that the life I was in wasn’t the life I wanted. The life style he lived wasn’t where I wanted to be anymore. So I left. You know, he wanted kids? Kids. In a bikers life style? That’s just begging for trouble.”

“So you’re a biker’s wife?” John clarified, the thrill of it sort of exciting to him.

“Soon to be ex biker’s wife.” You reminded him. “All he has to do is sign the papers that I left on his pillow. Like I said, wrong life style. I mean at the same time, who am I to judge when it comes to that kinda shit though? I was a gutter rat growing up. I stole, I lied, I beat the shit out of some girl when I was seven for trying to take my blanket at the group home I was in. Hell, I wanted to join that biker life when I married into it. I wanted to prospect and get patched in. I don’t know. Maybe this is just me being butt hurt that I can’t be one of the guys or whatever. But I’m done. Done with California, done with being a wife to someone who’s never home. I wanna be back on the road and sleeping in my car. I honestly miss being a street rat.”

“Are you sure you’re not just running from your problems?” You looked up at him from the straw wrapper you had been tearing up and startled a bit.

“What?” He sighed and folded his hands on the table.

“Look, I’ve been around the block a time or two. I’ve got two kids and I’ve seen those two run from their problems left and right. Hell, so have I…” You held up two fingers to stop his sentence as the waitress set down your dinners. You gave her a small smile and waited for her to walk away before you looked back at John.

“I am running.” You said matter of factly. “From what, I’m not entirely sure. But I am running and I don’t regret that I’m running. I just… I need something more out of my life. I need…” You shook your head and shrugged your shoulders as you tried to figure out exactly what you wanted to say. “I need to find me again. I don’t know where she went but I need to find her again.”

“I get it.” He said with a nod of his head. “I get it.” He smirked at you as he picked up half of his burger. “Well shit, girl. You want adventure… I got more adventure than you could probably handle.” You smirked as you reached over and snagged one of the fries off his plate.

“Well bring it on. I’m always down for a new adventure.”

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“OK… brunette or red head?” You asked as you held up the two boxes of hair dye. John glanced up from the thick notebook he was writing in and looked between the two boxes.

“Both.” He said as he looked back down at his book with a smirk. You sighed as you looked at the two boxes again and groaned.

“You’re supposed to be helping me.” You whined as you looked at the colors on the top of the boxes. “And picking a color is being a helpful.”

“Sweetheart, just pick one.” John groaned softly as he pulled off his reading glasses. He searched your eyes for a moment before laughing and pointing to the red color in your left hand.

“Thank you.” You said with a laugh as you set the box of brown dye down on your bag.

“You’re gunna be difficult every step of the way, aren’t you?” He asked as you ripped open the box and rummaged through the directions for the plastic gloves.

“I used to drive my husband crazy because of it. Always indecisive but at least I make driving you crazy fun.” You looked at him through the mirror by the TV with a smile as you started putting the deep red dye in your bottle blonde hair.

“Yea, I’ve known you for less than 12 hours and I already know that.” You couldn’t help but laugh as you sectioned off another part of your hair to dye.

“Hey, you could have left me at the diner. Shit, you could have left me on the side of the road. Why you are keeping me around is beyond even me.”

“Hey, you said it yourself.” John said as he looked back down at his book. “You need an adventure. I could use a little adventure in my life.”

“What, you miss the fun you had in the roaring twenties?” You teased before you dodged a bed pillow he threw at you.

“Ha ha you little shit.” He laughed as he leaned back against the headboard. “Don’t make me regret saving you.” You opened your mouth to retort at the same moment your phone started ringing in your backpack. Both you and John looked over at your bag as Jax’s custom ringtone filled the room. You couldn’t bring yourself to move in that direction to answer it and come up with a lie about what you were doing so you simply let it ring.

“You’re gunna have to answer that eventually, sweetheart.” He said as you went back to dying your hair.

“I have until at least tomorrow night before he realizes I filed for divorce. Once that happens, I’d like to be as far away from California as I can possibly get.” John nodded at you in the mirror as he went back to writing in his notebook. You let him be as you covered every inch of your hair and wrapped the strands in a wet bun on the top of your head.

“So what are you writing anyways?” You asked as he snapped his notebook closed and set it, his pen, and his glasses on the table between your two queen sized beds.

“That is a story for another day.” You nodded as you picked up the remote and turned on the little TV.

“Are you sure you don’t mind me catching a ride with you?” You asked as you flipped through the static riddled channels to find something mindless to watch.

“I’m sure. I know my friend Bobby could use the extra hand and then you’ll have more adventure than you can handle.” You smirked and glanced over at him as you draped Jax’s flannel over your lap to keep you warm until you could wash the dye out of your hair.

“Just passing off the buck. I get it.” John laughed as he toed off his boots and climbed under his blankets.

“Don’t stay up too late. I wanna get on the road early.”

“Yes sir.” You said with a nod as you turned down the volume a bit and turned off the light in the room. You heaved a sigh and looked back at the TV; not noticing John watching you in the glow of the TV.

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“You know you can still go back.” John said softly as he watched you staring at Chibs’ caller ID picture on your cell phone later the next afternoon. He had been the only one calling you every twenty minutes for the past two hours, meaning the guys were back from their run early and Jax had absolutely seen the divorce papers. You shook your head as you forced yourself to hit the ignore button and send him to voicemail.

“I can’t.” You said softly with a shake of your head. You sighed and looked up at the hood of John’s truck with tears in your eyes. “I’m drowning out there. I can’t go back to that life.” He nodded his head as you glanced down at the beep your cell made to announce the newest voicemail. He nodded his head in understanding as he pulled into a place called ‘Singer Salvage’

“Just… know that you can always go back. You just have to ask, OK?” You nodded over at him as he stopped in front of an old, two story house between a black Chevy Impala and a tow truck.

“Thanks, John. That means a lot.” With a nod from him, you grabbed your bag and got out of the truck. The two of you made it a couple steps toward the door before a loud shout grabbed your attention from inside the house. You and John both drew your guns (for different reasons) and headed up to the porch as the same man shouted once more.

“Bobby?” John called out over the men arguing inside as he pushed open the door and headed inside. You followed after him as the shouts finally became understandable.

“Tell us where the fucking vamps’s are, Crowley!” A younger man that you recognized as Dean from the photos on John’s dash shouted at a well dressed man standing in the middle of the book covered living room. You stumbled over your own feet and caught yourself on the door frame as the four men in the living room looked over at your slight gasp.

“Well now. What have we here?” The well dressed man with a British accent asked as he sized you up.

“Leave her alone, Crowley.” John growled as he side stepped in front of you. “Tell them what they need to know and get the hell out of here.”

“Oh, I’m much rather deal with her, thank you.”

“You’ll deal with us!” Dean growled as you looked around at the men trying to figure out exactly what was going on.

“Tell them what they need to know.” You said as you took a half step around John and looked at Crowley. “You wanna deal with me, you tell them what they wanna know.” You met the man’s deep brown eyes and waited with your gun held out in front of you. You forced yourself to hold your ground as he studied your eyes with a hungry smirk on his face. His head tilted the slightest bit to the side as his eyes trailed down from Jax’s button down over your white tank top to your blue jean clad long legs and the worn out converse you had owned since you were a teenager that were held together by super glue and duct tape.

“Where’d you come from, kitten?” He asked as he found your eyes once more but you shook your head.

“You’re not asking the questions here.” He nodded slowly as he crossed his arms over his suit clad body.

“Oh is that so. Well I don’t think I like those terms…” Without thinking, you reached out and grabbed the large bowie knife John had on his hip. With expert precision, you flung it across the room and the blade nicked Crowley’s ear before embedding into the wall behind him.

“Answer them.” You said evenly.

“And there’s that.” The older man to your left who you assumed had to be Bobby grumbled.

“Don’t. Throw things. At me!” Crowley roared as he glared at you with suddenly red eyes.

“Answer them!” You yelled once more as you cocked your gun. Crowley glared at you for another long moment before sighing the slightest bit.

“Barn, six miles north of town.” You nodded your head at him and lowered your gun the slightest bit.

“Sam, lets go.” Dean said as he headed past Crowley toward the door.

“Hey! Aren’t you going to let me out of this?” Crowley shouted at Dean’s retreating back.

“No.” All four men said as John moved to let his boys go out the door. He sighed as he looked back over his shoulder at you before looking up at Bobby.

“She wants adventure in her life. And obviously, she can handle herself.” Bobby looked back at you and studied you for a moment before shrugging his shoulders.

“Go on, help your boys. I got her.” John nodded at Bobby and pat your shoulder on his way out the door.

“I’ll be back, (Y/N). Bobby’s better at explaining. Just… stay out of Crowley’s reach. Trust me.” Your brows shot to your hair line as you watched John head out the door quickly. You huffed a laugh as you turned and looked back at Bobby as you put your gun away in the back of your jeans.

“So, what do you got for me? Rock climbing in the Grand Canyon? Maybe white water rafting on the Ocoee?”

“Werewolves in South Carolina.” Bobby said as he moved into your eye line to see how you were going to handle the information. You stayed quiet for a moment as Crowley paced in a circle in the middle of the room.

“Werewolves.” You clarified as you looked between the two men.

“Werewolves. Look, kid. I ain’t the best one to have this talk with ‘cause I ain’t one to sugar coat it. All the shit that you see in the horror movies are real and then some. We hunt ‘em an’ kill ‘em. You stick with John or the boys and you’ll be just fine. They’re the best the hunter world’s ever seen, ain’t that right, Crowley?” You looked back over at the man who was still pacing the floor but he simply shrugged and kept walking.

“Most annoying hunters in the entire bloody universe’s more like it.” He mumbled.

“So what is he? Red eyes like that mean something freaky, right?” You looked back at Bobby as you took a half step more away from Crowley just to be safe.

“Demon. Here, read this first. It’s about as basic as I can get.” You glanced over at Bobby and took the notebook he was handing you. “And uh… sit over here. John’s right. Stay away from Crowley.”

“I’m right here!” The demon shouted as you sat down in the dust covered, single person chair Bobby was pointing at.

“OK, am I allowed to be freaking out here? This isn’t like…”

“Normal, I know.” Bobby said as he started looking at papers on his desk. “Freak out all you want, kid. But welcome to the world. Now you can either get to reading or take the keys by the door for the red hunk’a junk out front and head out. Your call but I got some stuff I could use an extra set’a eyes on.” You nodded your head slowly as your phone started vibrating in your back pocket. You took a half second to weigh the weight of the two worlds before you sat back in the chair and opened the hand written notebook that looked a lot like the one John was writing in the night before.

Part 2

#John Winchester x Reader #Adventure #soa/spn crossover #John x Reader

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