#totally not because i had fought that guy 20 times and didnt want to deal with him anymore

[sleepingsomnus]

Summary of Nick and my sole survivors relationship.

[thirstygirlclub]

A Boy Named Box - Part Two (2)

KozikxGayMale!Reader

(this is my second time writing this. i had finished this, all done, until my internet crashed and i lost all of it. hopefully, this one will be as good as the lost part.)

(the second part of a request from an anon! where the reader is Juice’s twin brother that moved away from Queens to Charming for a new start and falls for a certain sandy haired son)  

also this part is dedicated to @marcus-demitri455 and @samcro-saint99 who were so lovely when i was so heartbroken about this, love you my angels! ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

p.s legit thought that this was only going to be 3 parts max but I didn’t factor in the fact that i always get carried away and that this is all so cute that it is consuming me more than i ever thought possible? so this is going to be part 2 of 4 (for now but knowing me i’m going to turn it into a whole McFreakin’ book or some shit)

WARNING: CONTAINS CUTE STUFF

Tig was trying to rile you up, you knew he was, but that didn’t stop you giving him exactly what he wanted. You grabbed him by the front of his kutte and you couldn't give a shit about disrespecting the leather and sons of Anarchy colours when he was disrespecting you like he was. You had had enough of your sexuality being the butt of all of his jokes. You knew he was joking and he didn’t mean it, not really, but that didn’t stop it from offending you. Juan was getting sick of it too but he let you fight your own battles now you were both adults.

“Say that again,” you hissed lowly, “you bastard.”

“I said,” Tig said loudly with a laugh, “I’m not gonna let a gay kid beat me in the ring. Unless you’re scared-”

You bashed him roughly against the brick wall of the work bay while he grappled at your hands and work shirt; trying to get you to release him but his attempts proving fruitless. His eyes showed panic and pain, there was blood running from his nose and down his chin from where you had punched him to try and get him to shut up. Despite the expression on his face, he laughed as you were wrenched away from the older man. 

You struggled against Kozik’s grip. He had pulled your arms behind you, almost like a police grip, and was pulling you away. Even though he was strong, he was struggling to do so. Kozik practically threw you into the parking lot then pushed you back by the chest when you had rounded on him to get back to Tig.

“That’s enough!” Chibs commanded from where he had been watching the brawl and walking over to you, “Stop this now. You know he doesn’t mean it!”

“I don’t give a fuck if he means it or not,” you growled at the Scottish man, “I’ve had to deal with that shit all my life. I’m not dealing with it here, get it?”

“Alright, alright,” Chibs sighed with an understanding nod at you before turning to Kozik, “go deal with that dickhead. I’ll get the kid calmed down.”

“I’m not a kid!”

“Yeah? Then stop fucking acting like one!”

He grabbed you by the scruff of the neck and started walking you off but you fought him off. Chibs let go and put his hands up in surrender but followed you anyway. When you cast a glance back, Kozik grinned at you then turned back to go have a look at Tig’s face. 

“I’m takin’ bets on a fight night,” Chibs told you and took a drag of his cigarette, “first match is you against him. If you’re willing to clear the air in public.”

“If he’s not scared of losing to a fa-”

“Enough Box! Are you in? I’m sick and tired of you bein’ at each others throats all the time.”

“Yeah,” you spat, “I’m in.”

“Right. 2 weeks time, you and him in the ring then all this gets put to rest. Yeah?”

You had been sleeping peacefully, in a drunk and stoned stupor, snoring away when you were woken up by a voice in your ear.

“Box,” you heard them whisper in your ear, “time to get up.”

When you opened your eyes you saw Kozik stood over your bed, with his arms folded and that stupid grin on his face, you sat up with a gasp and pulled the blankets up over your naked body and stared up at him with wide eyes.

“What the fuck man?!” You shrieked hoarsely, “get out!”

Kozik laughed at your now bright red face but didn’t leave. When he didn’t say anything you shook your head in a ‘what the fuck’ kind of way. You knew you weren’t the most attractive person while you were sleeping, especially after a night of drinking and smoking. You hastily wiped the drool off of your cheek and tried to fix your bedhead.

“You know you snore?” He asked with a laugh.

“Yeah, thanks,” you said with a scoff.

“Get up now; we’re going training.”

“Training?”

“Yeah. I bet $64 on you winning and I’m not gonna get it back with that right hook so get up, get dressed.”

He picked some shorts and a black shirt from a pile of clothes from the pile of clean washing on the desk chair to throw them at you. He then stood looking around and the room that you were sleeping in.

“Uh, kinda naked here bro,” you said and held the blankets tighter to your bare chest, “you wanna leave?”

Kozik smirked, knowing he had already seen everything, but turned to leave anyway. Once the door was shut, you checked the time and groaned, standing up and pulling on the clothes.

“Are you joking?” You asked him as you stormed through to see him sat drinking coffee at the little dining table in the kitchen, “it’s 6-fucking-05 in the morning. What is your problem?”

“Gotta get there before the crowds. Come on. Let’s go, we’re jogging to the gym.”

He stood up and hit you on the bicep as he walked passed you and out the front door. You sighed and followed him, stretching and yawning as you went.

Evidently, you weren’t as fit as you thought you had been. You had been jogging for a total of 10 minutes and you already needed to sit down since you were puffing, panting and sweating profusely. You grabbed the back of Kozik’s shirt and braced yourself on your knees before collapsing on some nearby grass. Your running partner chuckled then same to sit by you. Luckily, it was still morning and reasonably cool out.

You had only been in Charming for about 6 weeks but you were already sick of the heat. You were so used to the chillier, grey weather in Queens and you hadn’t yet acclimatised to it like Juan had but then again, he was always a fan of warmer weather. You used to say he was like a lizard.

“Come on Box,” Kozik groaned once you had caught your breath, “we’ve been sat here for 20 minutes and I actually want to get to work today.”

“I still have to go to work after the gym?” You huffed then rolled onto your side and curled up in a ball when he nodded.

“Stop being a drama queen.”

“Who are you calling queen?” You asked venomously.

“You know I didn’t mean it like that! Fuck you’re grouchy in the morning!”

You sat up to glare at him and saw that he was already stood up and was holding his hand out you to help you up. You sighed in defeat, taking his hand and letting him help you stand and you weren’t sure but maybe he held it for a second too long when you were on your feet. And maybe there was that mischievous glint in his blue eyes but you couldn’t know for sure because as soon as you had thought you had seen it he had turned around to run on ahead of you.

Training with Kozik was simultaneously the toughest but most entertaining thing you had done in your life, kind of. You had got a chance to talk to him properly about everything you had been through and it was nice to open up to somebody that wasn’t Juan. As much as your brother loved you, you knew he was getting fed up of hearing about your ex. He would never say anything to you about it but you could just tell. That twin intuition, you know?

Kozik had listened patiently to your worries while you battered the punching bag. He eased your concerns that the guys hadn’t accepted you as yourself and still just thought of you as one half of The Juice Box, that they all thought you were running away from your past, that they didn’t accept you for your sexuality with them being a biker gang and all.

“You know the guys talk shit but honestly Box... listen to me. They love you, alright? We all do besides, we all got our thoughts on Tig. Nobody gives a fuck if you’re gay. And yeah, you’re Juice’s brother but you’re also Box. We get you’re a different guy all together. Got better hair for a start,” Kozik had told you, ruffling your sweaty hair and making you laugh; diffusing the tense atmosphere you had brought with you that one particular day, “and don’t worry about running from where you came from; we all got something we’re running towards. You know?”

You hadn’t been ashamed to wipe away a few tears when he told you that; you needed to hear that and it meant so much coming from him. But as he patted you comfortingly on the shoulder you couldn’t help wondering what it was that he was running to. 

On the plus side, you hadn’t been in better shape for a long time. You were waking up at 6am every morning without needing him to barge into your room and drag you out of bed. He had given you special instructions not to drink, smoke, do drugs for the entire 2 weeks you had been training with him and he had even put you on a special diet. This mostly consisted of you sharing his lunch, normally some kind of salad with lean meat or pasta, while you were working and him bringing you the food for your dinner. It was nice to have someone looking out for you every now and again.

You had a good little routine going too, wake up at 6 then run to the gym with Kozik at 6:30; work out and train until 8 so you were all ready to hit the showers and seeing him in just a towel afterwards was always a bonus, not that you would tell him that of course; he was already big-headed enough. 

The buzz around TM and the club house was electric on the day of the fight. Word had got out that Kozik was training you up and teaching you the way that Tig fought so he had enlisted the help of Chibs. This meant that it was no longer just a competition to see who was the better fighter but also who was the better coach too. The animosity and fighting talk was so bad between the two teams that Clay had to schedule the shifts so that neither team was mixed together. You had tried to defend yourselves and say that it was all friendly but Clay was having none of it.

You had also been promoted to “mechanic’s assistant” which essentially meant you were Kozik’s own personal go-fer boy and he was loving it; he was asking you to get any number of different things that he could easily get for himself. Every time you complained about it, he would remind you that Clay was keeping an eye on you to see if you were worth keeping on the team which would make you grumble but kick him the wrench that was about 3 inches away from his hand.

The sound of a motorcycle drew you out of your angry thoughts and you turned to see Juan climbing off of his motorcycle wearing his Sons of Anarchy kutte and sunglasses. He carried himself differently when he was wearing the vest and you kind of wanted one too but you had a feeling that regardless of how accepting they were as people, the other charters and club rules probably wouldn’t allow a gay man into the club. It didn’t stop you craving the sense of belonging that your brother had found with them though.

You were leaning casually against the front of a green dodge charger, beside Kozik as he was under the hood of the car, as you ate the rest of the blonde man’s chicken salad, when Juan came sloping over to you with his eyebrows raised and a smirk on his face. You sent your twin a quizzical look which he returned sarcastically.

“You ready for tonight little brother?” Juan asked you, “you think you’re gonna win?”

“Uh yeah,” You scoffed, stuffing another bite in your mouth, “why? You got no faith in me?”

“Nah, obviously I do. I just mean that Chibs is a good coach, that’s all.”

With that comment, Kozik raised himself from under the hood of the car and stepped in front of you, between you and Juan, with his arms folded and his chest puffed out. Juan tried his best not took look threatened but his small step backwards betrayed his smug face. You peeked over Kozik’s shoulder and smiled around another bite of salad. Your brother looked between you and Kozik with a knowing smile but said nothing, turning to head into the clubhouse.

You knew Juan knew about your teeny tiny, minuscule crush on your fighting coach. Again the twin intuition, but knew better than to call you out on it. 

“You wanna pass me that wrench?” Kozik asked you once you had clipped the lid back on his tupperware tub.

He was pointing to a black handled tool in the tool box. All he had to do was bend down and grab it but he really was loving having you as his personal servant. With a sigh, you bent down to grab it and give it to him but he stood with his hand out stretched until you had placed it in his palm but even then he didn’t close his fingers around it.

“I meant the other one, the one next to it,” he said, that mischievous glint back in his eyes.

You sighed and raised your eyebrows at him before grabbing the other wrench and swapping it for the next size down. 

“No, the other one,” he grinned.

“Are you fucking kidding?”

“Less of the attitude mister,” he hit you in the chest with the wrench you had just given him before turning back into the car, “Clay is always watching you. You wanna be my butler forever?”

“If I don’t kill you first,” you muttered but turned away when you saw Clay peering at you through the blinds in the office.

“What?”

“Nothing man, just saying how much of an honour it would be.”

“Yeah. That’s what I thought you said.”

You laughed with him and brushed your shoulder against his as you lent under the hood to watch what he was doing, sharing a look with him before he turned back to his work with a smile on his face.

(legit have no idea how to write guys, i’m sorry!!)

[badwolf-winchester]

A Soul So Dark it Scares The Devil

Hello my followers! I know its been a while but with school and work it's been pretty hectic. So without further ado here is the reauest i have been wanting to do for a while now.

*warning depression mention*

I hope you all like it!

*I do not own supernatural or its characters*

The moon hung low on a crisp Autumn night, clouds pass over making the night have a ominous feel as the street lights flicker to life. The usual animals chirp and howl as the night takes over the day but turns silent as a car's engine cuts through the peaceful night.

*Your POV*

Getting out of the car I go around to the trunk making sure to keep an eye out for anyone who could jump out at me. Sighing after making sure the coast is clear i open the trunk and retrieve a small metal container with all the necessary items to summon a demon. As i look at the container i get a rush of confidence and finally make up my mind that I'm going to do this. Walking calmly i go to the center of the crossroad, and burry the container. It felt like hours before i heard a familiar british voice of crowley.

"Hello love." He said with his signature smirk.

Sighing i turned around and frowned at him. He was wearing his usual black suit with his hands in his pockets "Crowley... im here to make a deal."

Raising an eyebrow he spoke with slight irritation. "If i do recall we already have a deal or is it a pathetic attempt to try a weasel your way out of it."

I fought to not roll my eyes at him and continued. "Im not trying to get out of the deal crowley I simply want to sweeten it." I said calmly.

"Well color me intrigued. what is it that you came to offer?" Taking a deap breath i looked him in the eye.

"I want you to take my soul now and let me live out the remaining 9 years i have souless." I said closing my eyes and waiting for his response. To my suprise he started laughing.

"Is this a joke? Did the winchester's put you up to this?" He said in between laughs.

"No crowley its not a joke. I would rather not care about anything than live with the constent fear that my time is almost up. Without a soul i could live freely and without care till i go to hell." I said irritated.

After catching his breathe he looked at me and smirked. "Well since i already have dibs on your soul i can take it now and not wait the 9 years."

He then snapped his fingers and a bright light filled the air making me shut my eyes. The light i could handle but the pain that surrounded my chest hurt like a bitch. It felt like someone was trying to claw through my skin with a rusty spoon. The pain was so bad that i couldn't even hear myself screaming but i knew i was. The last thing i remember before passing out was crowleys chuckle and him saying "see you in 9 years my dear."

*One year later*

Living without a soul was by far the best things in the world. You didnt have to worry about people's lives or feeling for that matter. Being souless this past year i have felt amazing, i no longer had the dark thoughts running through my head nor did i have the depression i had since my family was killed in that house fire. I was totally free, or at least i thought i was. Currently I'm sitting at the bar in a rundown town near the Winchester's bunker that i have been staying at.

After telling a handsy guy to get lost and slaming his head on the bar making him pass out, i turned around to come face to face with Lucifer. With an amused smirk he looked at the guy on the ground. "You have one mean punch there Y/N." He said as his eyes flicked back over to mine.

Scoffing i turned back to my place at the bar and ordered another whiskey. Lucifer sat in the seat next to me and ordered the same thing. After taking a sip i turned back to him. " so what brings the famous Lucifer Morningstar to this rundown town? Dont tell me its because of the bar becuase we both know you hate humans."

Looking at his drink he took a deep breath and looked at me. I could see the dark circles under his eyes and the exhaustion on his face. "Actually I'm here for you. We need to talk about the deal you made with crowley."

Turning away i looked at the bar as if it was the most fascinating thing in the world. "What about my deal?" I asked faking innocents. I knew where he was going with this and no way in hell (no pun intented) was i going to let him give me back my soul.

"Yea about it. Its just that its a lot more twisted and dark that i thought it woul-"

Frowning i turned back to my drink and chugged the rest of it and waved the bartender for another one. With out looking back at lucifer i responded in a flat voice cutting him off "No returns."

His eyes widened in shock. "What do you mean no returns? If it was anyone else they would be jumping for joy."

Shaking my head i chuckled "you have no idea how great it felt to get that thing off my shoulders. I knew it was dark and twisted im just suprised it took you long ebough to figure it out." I got up and threw some money on the bar before turning around and walking to the door but stopping halfway opening the door. "Have fun with my soul Lucifer, its your problem now." I shot over my shoulder before fulling exiting the bar and into the night cold air.

Lucifer sat at that bar for another 20 minutes before one of his fellow demons comes bursting through the door with burn marks a tattered suit and one missing shoe. Lucifer sighed and drank the rest of his whiskey before looking over at his henchman with a tired look on his face. "What happened now." He said rubbing the bridge of his nose.

The frazzled looking demon started stuttering. " the girls soul... itt well.. it.."

Having enough lucifer glared at him. "Spit it out James."

The demon jumped at the comanding voice. " the soul has bonded with the hell hounds sir. It has turned them against everyone and now they are gaurding the soul with thier lives. We have tried everything no one has been able to control it and now if anyone dosent do the chicken dance in her presents she has the hell houds attack them." with a pleading voice the demon asked " please dont make me go back there.."

Lucifer grummbled "crowley is a dead man" and a exhausted sigh "I want to go back to the cage.." before flying back to hell to deal with its new ruler.